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“I’m bored.” Two words you almost always heard from a Vehicon. Life on the Nemesis or working a mine sucked, there was nothing to do, and your life was in danger 99.9% of the time. Just earlier, a mine had been destroyed by the Wreckers, and only 3 drones had escaped. They set up a small camp nearby and sent out a call for rescue. Not that they thought it would be answered, but protocol demanded it, so there they were, waiting.
The Vehicon who’d spoken was bored, as he’d stated. The runt of the bunch, he was slightly skinnier than the others. Not that you’d notice unless you were looking for it. The higher-ups never did. Not even that… thing with the tentacles. The drones weren’t entirely certain it was Cybertronian. Not that they were (officially), but that creature less so.
They’d already entertained themselves by speculating about it, and now they had nothing to do. “Well, Frag-Up, what can we do? If we leave now, the Wreckers will see us and kill us.”
“Yeah, I know,” sighed the Vehicon who’d been addressed. “Still, what else is there to do? What are the chances that the higher-ups will actually come for us?”
The only Vehicon femme among the three shrugged. “Fair. We could start digging. Maybe we can tunnel to safety.”
“You can watch for the Wreckers, Frag-Up,” said the other Vehicon mech. “Your glitched aft is fast enough to get to outrun them if they see ya. I hope.” Both Vehicons laughed as they started digging.
Vehicon Unit M0U-53 sat at the edge of the forest, watching the Wreckers finish loading up the Jackhammer with the raw energon. It was a shame, especially since the only 3 “failures” still alive, if they were rescued at all, would probably have their rations cut. And why? Because the Bots wanted one energon mine. Maybe M0U-53 could understand if this arrangement didn’t completely frag over Vehicons. But since those who weren’t murdered were starved, M0U-53 found himself upset.
Still, the drone found himself intrigued by the Wreckers, especially the one with the funny ears. That one actually looked good, attractive. If M0U-53 could get closer and maybe listen in, maybe he could find the base, find the next target and warn those drones, and watch Funny Ears. So he waited until the Jackhammer was up in the air, jumped, transformed, and took flight.