Familiar Disaster
It was one of those weird things in life. One of those things that always seemed to pop up unexpectedly, but with a sort of tired familiarity that called up memories of past instances. Everyone had them, even if they didn't recognize them until later, and every once and a while everyone sits back for a moment and wonders at it. Why? Why that, why them, and why, by Primus, why THEN? Why right in front of so-and-so, who would never in a million stellar cycles let them forget about it?
Terrorsaur, well, he knew it as soon as it happened, every time. It wasn't even surprising anymore. There wasn't any logical reason for it, or at least no reason that HE'D been able to think of, and he was getting used to it. Sure, sometimes it was painful and all-around humiliating, but it never did any permanent damage. He'd had his suspicions that it was a psychological problem at some point, but the whole crash on Earth had pretty much put that idea to rest. He KNEW that hadn't been his fault, no matter what Megatron had tried to pin on him. And this latest incident had sealed it; there was no way on Earth he would have been able to predict a lightening strike. Getting fried had NOT been on his to-do list today!
He sighed and inched himself up into a sitting position. Communication systems were shot, his gun was probably in a hole somewhere, his jets were out, and his beast mode's wings were burnt clear through. To top off his damage list, he had some nasty electrical burns on his posterior, not helped in the least by the fact that he'd crashed onto the top of a shale cliff and skidded all the way to the bottom. It MIGHT have been more painful to have just hit the bottom in the first place, but too late now...
Thunder crashed overhead, and the rain that had been threatening all day finally came pouring down. He made a face at the sky and climbed to his feet, wincing all the way. Next time he opted for a perimeter patrol over facing Megatron in a bad mood, he'd pick Megatron. At least someone would come looking for his pieces in the base. As it was, he was stuck out here like a crispy red target for the Maximals. He hoped fervently that all of them had stayed inside, away from the rain. Oh, well, it wasn't like this was something new. Might as well get as far as he could before the energon forced him to transform back to his beast mode.
Terrorsaur started limping home.
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This actually was the beginning of the project, I think. Stuff falls apart, and then you look back at it and think the whole thing was awfully familiar.