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From Metal to Feathers Chapter 1: Klutz Attack!
Different shades of green and brown could be seen for miles as well as wildlife from all corners of the area making an effort to be heard. It would be obvious to anyone that someone wearing blood red would stick out like a sore thumb. Of course that didn't stop Starscream as he tromped through the jungle in search of what brought him here in the first place. A Minicon had been found and fate decided they, the Decepticons, should be the first ones there. The jungle they were in was so dense, not to mention big, that even Megatron had to swat tree branches out of his face.
"Ack!" the jet yelled in surprise as he tripped on a low rising vine in his path. Cursing as he had to roll onto his back to untangle his leg from the foliage, "Why did it have to be a jungle?" he complained as he finally freed himself and stood up. Grumbling to himself, he stalked off to continue his search.
-----(Meanwhile)-----
The Autobots had received the signal as well and had warped from their mountain base to the middle of a large jungle. Hot Shot, a gleaming yellow sports car, was the first to arrive, followed by their leader Optimus Prime, a large blue and red tractor-semi, and Jetfire, a large white space shuttle.
"Great more trees," Hot Shot complained, remembering when they had warped into an evergreen forest, "At least these trees don t try to stick ya when you re movin past them."
Optimus ordered everyone to spread out and start looking for the Minicon. He just hoped that the Decepticons hadn t found it yet.
-----(Back to the Decepticons)-----
A ways away from Starscream, Cyclonus and Demolishor had landed in a large river.
"Ah man! Where do fleshlings get all this water from?!" Cyclonus, a yellow and maroon war helicopter, started ranting, "I mean, I don t think I ve been in one battle that I haven t been thrown or shot down into some body of water!"
"The desert didn t have water," Demolishor, a missile launching tank, reminded his comrade.
"Oh I hated the desert! I couldn t believe how much sand I got stuck in my joints. I could ve sworn I was in the Pit!" Cyclonus continued as they started searching the river.
Demolishor had gotten out to the middle of the river when ZAP!! "Ow!! What the slag was that?!"
"Huh? What happened?" the chopper inquired.
"I just got electrocuted by something in this river!" Demolishor exclaimed nervously.
ZAP!!! "Damnit!" Cyclonus cursed as the shock sent him on his skid plate, "That's it! I officially hate water! Let s go search somewhere else."
The two henchmen scrambled out of the river before they could get shocked again and went tearing off into the jungle.
-----(Meanwhile)-----
"Urg! Damnit!" Starscream cursed loudly as he slipped in a large puddle of mud and was spilled backwards. "Why can t we just level the jungle and be done with it?!"
The red seeker got back on it feet and started off once again only to nearly trip over a speeding yellow sports car. (Guess who?) "Slag!" Starscream let slip a sort of feral growl.
"Catch me if you can big bird!" Hot Shot taunted as he sped up.
The jet transformed and shot after the Autobot pretty much cursing the entire vocabulary of Cybertronian swear words. Starscream's complaining only got worse as he kept getting tangled in the vines and branches. Finally the seeker turned back into robot mode and continued tearing after Hot Shot using the thrusters in his feet to chase him.
Soon the two came bursting out of the jungle into a large clearing; suddenly Hot Shot came to a screeching halt as he nearly had a head-on collision with Megatron. "Slag!"
Of course Starscream didn't notice him stop until it was too late and went sailing over the yellow Autobot and crashed right into the Decepticon leader. Needless to say, Megatron wasn't very happy having just been mowed over by his second-in-command. "Starscream. You have a three nanoseconds to get your aft off of me before I scrap your hide," Megatron's voice was seething with cold warning.
The jet scrambled to his feet, allowing his leader to right himself before he remembered what stopped him in the first place. Both Decepticons looked to the spot where Hot Shot had once been. "I'll go after him," Starscream quickly volunteered but was stopped by Megatron.
"No. This is the third time today you have run into me. I will not be run over again," the leader declared, "Just go find the Minicon. With that he tore off in the direction the skid marks went."
"What is wrong with me?!" Starscream shouted as soon as Megatron was out of ear. "I can't stop tripping over things. I'll bet fate is toying with me," he growled as he stomped off to continue his search yet again.