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Scorponok 4/4

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First Person (entry type):

Another of my drones was broken today. Not all that different from any other fight- but this time it was shot down by fragging Terrorsaur! He claims it looked suspicious, but it was a fragging cyberbee! None of the animals on the primus damned world looks like this, and he can’t even claim that he thought it was a Maximal, as none of them fly, other than Primal.

And a cyberbee and a monkey in a jetpack look nothing alike.

He has to be doing this on purpose. He just wants to get my job, get that power. I won’t let him, the defective glitch. I had been planning on overhauling this one anyway.

Scorponok out.

Third Person:
Scorponok’s optic band was on, his attention evidently riveted on the fight before him, but in truth he wasn’t seeing the fight in the slightest. He had learned this trick stellar cycles ago, how to seemingly be seeing whatever’s in front of you, but blocking the signal from his optic band before it hits his processor. It shamed him, to have to fall so low as to be using this trick, but it was better than the alternative, better than seeing the sheer damage Megatron was dealing out on his second in command.

Unable to pay attention to the fight in front of him, he turned his remaining senses on the bots next to him. Terrorsaur to his left, he was the only one who bothered to use that particular scented polish. Beyond Terrorsaur was most likely Waspinator, the Terrorsaur’s trinemate. He could hear faint buzzing, as if the glitched mech was talking to himself lowly. On his other side was, by process of elimination, Jigsaw, the only medic that had remained with them this long. Jigsaw had been in the command room for his latest status report on the health of their troops when the fight had broken out. From the slight movements in the air, the medic was flinching slightly with each blow. This must be his first time, seeing this sight. Dimly, Scorponok hoped that this wouldn’t be what ended up driving him off, although the CR chambers would repair the damage just as well as a medic would, they used more energy, and took far longer.

A particularly loud crash and crunch signified the end of the fight, and Scorponok reactivated the flow of information. Dinobot laid next to the wall, looking like he was trying to gather the energy to sit up, to get himself to the CRs. He looked no worse than he usually did, and, in fact, looked somewhat better than he usually did after these sessions, Megatron must have been feeling lenient. Jigsaw hesitated next to Scorponok, looking between Dinobot and Megatron, and then started to move slowly towards Dinobot. Megatron didn’t seem to notice, and Scorponok turned away from the scene entirely, turning his attention back to the machine he had been fixing.

Such was life in Megatron’s base, and Dinobot had been asking for it with that comment, anyway.