From Metal to Feathers Chapter 2: Captive Audience
Cyclonus, are we lost? Demolishor complained as they trekked through a very old and gnarled looking part of the rainforest. Wow, I never thought this planet could be so creepy, he thought nervously.
Cyclonus, however, broke the silence and grumbled, How the Pit should I know?! shaking the missile launcher from his quiet inquiries. That s when the helicopter heard something crunch under his foot. Please tell me that was a rock Cyclonus was very unnerved by the particular sound of the crunch.
I dunno, Demolishor shrugged and yanked his partner s foot up so he could find the source of the sound.
Hey! Watch it! the chopper yelped in surprise, trying to free his foot but only succeeded in falling on his aft, Let go of my foot you douche bag! Cyclonus said irately.
Huh? the launcher looked up, Oh! Oops, sorry and he gives Cyclonus his foot back before he noticed small white shards where the other Decepticon was standing. Hey look! He picks up one of the shards to show to his comrade.
What s that? the helicopter pondered aloud while staring at the thing.
Suddenly, something small blurred past Demolishor s face. Whisht! Was the sound it made as the object struck a nearby tree. Both Cons looked nervously at the sharp spear that had struck and went through the large jungle tree so that its point was sticking out the other side.
They looked franticly for the source of the spear when one struck Cyclonus in the smell receptor. Ow!!! O.o as he yanked the offending object off of his nose.
The two exchanged glances. . . I think we should get out of here Demolisher squeaked.
So, you re gonna go back crying like sparkling huh? the chopper taunted.
The two continued in silence and Cyclonus couldn t help but eyeball the trees every now and again. So what was that thing you had?
The tank stopped and took the piece out of his subspace pocket, It looks like a bone he answered as he looked at the piece closer.
Lemme see! Cyclonus snatched it out of the other Decepticon s hand, It s flat and bows in the middle. I wonder what bone it was, thinking the bone had been flattened when he stepped on it.
They both shrugged and they started through the jungle again. Cyclonus secretly stashed the bone in a compartment inside of his cab.
Shalap! Whoosh! Aaaaah! Get me down! the chopper heard Demolishor yelling from behind him. Cyclonus wheeled around and found his partner bound up and dangling from another jungle tree. How it held him there was beyond the chopper s comprehension.
Damn That s pretty strong tree, Cyclonus smirked trying to keep himself from bursting out laughing.
Shaddap and get me down! the tank growled.
Cyclonus activated his rotor blades and hoisted himself into the air. Tree branches went flying everywhere as the chopper blades made contact. When Cyclonus finally found the knot holding Demolishor up he fired the rifle under his wrist and sent his comrade spilling onto the rainforest floor with a solid, Oof!
This place is booby trapped! Demolisher exclaimed as Cyclonus landed and deactivated his rotors.
Cyclonus only nodded before another spear struck him under the optic. What the slag! Grrrrrr ! .! Ripping it out he flung it in the direction it came. He was rewarded with a juicy shlunk sound, followed by a gurgle and a thud, like a body hitting the dirt.
Demolishor: .;
Cyclonus: .;
They both looked at each other, You go check it out, Demi. I ll stay here and make sure um Autobots don t come uh swinging outta the trees. Yeah that s it.
Demolishor just stared at his partner before saying, Frag you! refusing to go any further.
Suddenly there was an animal like cry-scream coming from the ring of trees they stood in. I can t tell if that was an animal dying or a war cry, Cyclonus shook visibly.
Well don t just stand there doffs! We have guns we should use them! Demolishor shouted at him.
That s a great idea. Light up the forest. May as well just tape a target to our afts, Cyclonus snapped back.
Then from out of nowhere a large boulder hits Demolishor in the face and knocked him into stasis. Demolishor! Cyclonus yelled at him but got no response. Slag Was all Cyclonus could get out before another boulder smashed him in his face and caused him to go unconscious as well.
In a nearby bush, They shall be demon sacrifice for sun chief at feast of man an old woman spoke to a nearby warrior, as the others tied ropes around the fallen beings and started to drag them off.
