DarkXenith

Plot Synopsis: A little known Minibot makes his mark. (G1 Timeline) Every ten generations a warrior is sparked from the Great Beyond, a warrior of such skill, cunning and strength that the Decepticons tremble at the mere mention of his name. Unfortunately for Chance, he wasn’t the warrior in question. He was just a factory technician. In reality, he was no more formidable than your average Terran daisy. That had been several millennia ago, of course, now the small black and white counted himself among the number of those stranded on Earth. For his part, he liked the planet and it’s inhabitants. What he didn’t like was the

Drip, drip, drip, drip. “Slag, it’s dark in here.” Blue optics scanned the area over, offering little or no illumination and yielding nothing other than rock faces slick with moisture and moss on every side. Drip, drip, drip, drip. “ An’ far too quiet for my liking,” another voice replied in a muted white. “Seconded. Come on,” the first returned edgily. Drip, drip, drip, drip. “Watch your footing. Ledge is narrowing…and I can’t tell how deep that drop is.” “Gotchya. Scrap…ow,” there was the faintest sound of metal scraping on rock as the second caught a wing on