Raptros was sitting in a bar, bored out of his mind. His friends drove off to, wherever they were going. Some were going home with somebody, or got some bad bruises from a bar fight.
He just kept flicking his lighter on and off, quietly mumbling to himself. Suddenly a cyan colored servo snatched the lighter out of his servo.
He turned his head slowly to see cyan femme, with slightly bulky armor. Her winglets were down in a stressed manor, like a soldier normally is.
"You know that's a fire hazard…" She said.
"No, I didn't." Raptros said sarcastically.
She only grunted in response, tossing the lighter to him. "We are looking for recruits, and they said you would be a great asset to the project." She said annoyed.
Raptros looked at her with a shocked expression. "You mean Project Zealot? Why would you guys choose me for that?" He said.
"The director said so, I'm just following orders." She grumbled. She wasn't really happy with the idea of another 'new guy'. The last thing they needed was another incident like what happened to LeftTurn.
Wait, what actually happened to LeftTurn?
"I guess you're the commander? I can tell by the way your acting." He chuckled.
She was starting to get irritated. "Look, just come with me, and we will get you suited up." She said.
He paused. "I don't even know you and you expect me to follow you… Pit, I don't even know your name." He said.
She growled. "It's a designation, not a name."
"Oh sorry, designation." He said correcting himself.
"It's Celsius, and from what we heard, yours is Raptros." She said as she started walking to the door.
Raptros got up and followed her, not knowing what was going on. The only thing that he knew is that he was following a femme that was bit of a glitch.
As they walked out the door he took in the scenery of his planet. With the news that the cereb were coming to their planet, things seemed a bit gloomy. Well, as gloomy as a golden planet can be.
As they walked through the city, something seemed different. The one thing he noticed was that the streets weren't as busy, and the air smelled scorched. Kinda like a blaster after it was fired.
He noticed a laser on the wall, causing him to stop. It was moving. That could mean it was a sniper, or a super-heated laser, or-
"Get down!" She yelled tackling him as a sniper shot went off, hitting the wall.
He looked up at her and frowned. "Thanks…" He said.
She got up and aimed her pistol at the building the sniper was in and shot, causing the run down building to crumble under its own weight.
Raptros was shocked. "How did you…?"
"Shooting a certain point of the building can cause it to not be able to sustain itself. Simple enough." She said examining her gun.
Raptros looked away, trying to figure out what exactly was happening.
Celsius got an amused expression and opened up a comm. .:Requesting pickup at these coordinates. I found him:.
.:Alright, be right there in two five clicks, sync?:. A mech said.
.:You know you don't have to say sync when I'm asking for a transport Freefall.:. she chuckled.
.:Heh, alright.:. Freefall chuckled.
She turned to Raptros to find him looking at her with a serious expression. "What is going on?"
She grunted. "You ask too many questions."
"Well what the frag do you expect!?" He shouted as a large transport ship flew overhead, landing down the street.
She just grunted and started running at an incredibly fast pace to the transport, turning into a blur as she did.
Raptros' jaw dropped, but he ran to the transport and got in, waiting to see exactly who she called in.
A voice came from the speakers. "Auto pilot, engaged."
A tan mech walked out of the cockpit, with a bulkier version of her armor.
"I guess you're the new guy?" He asked in a nonthreatening tone, unlike the grumbles and growls he got from Celsius.
"Yeah." Raptros said.
"Well, I'm Freefall. The resident lock pick around here." He said as the ship lurched, signaling take off.
"Nice to meet you, now where exactly are we headed?" He asked, still having that question burning in his processor.
"Our ship, its in orbit around the planet. It's more of a floating base to me." He said, earning a scoff from Celsius.
"Thanks." He said.
"No problem, and welcome to the team." He said.
Raptros smiled at that. 'At least somebody is friendly around here' He thought.
As the ride went on they sat in silence. The only sound was the rumbling of the engines and the sound of Celsius sharpening her knife.
As he was about to ask a question, the ship lurched. He almost fell out of his seat.
"What was that?" He asked.
"We landed, dumbaft." Celsius said.
Raptros rolled his optics at that as the back of the ship opened up to a hangar, with many ships and soldiers running to do their jobs.
A bunch of others in different colored armors were waiting for them. As he looked at the group he sighed.
The one with the purple piped up at this. "Something wrong champ?"
Raptros looked over to him. "Nah."
"Huh, that wasn't very convincing." He chuckled. "By the way, I'm BlastFire."
"Nice to meet you." He said.
"At least this guy isn't as bad as LeftTurn." The femme in a lighter shade of purple with green highlights said.
"Who is LeftTurn?" He asked.
BlastFire chuckled. "Shes my twin… Excuse her." He said earning a scoff from her.
"Who is this guy?" Said a black mech with yellow highlights said.
"You didn't pay attention in the meeting, did you?" Blastfire said.
"Uh… Yes I did." He lied.
"D, you are a bad liar." Celsius said.
"My name Detox!" He whined.
"This is gonna be a long day." Rptros sighed.