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Drabble .:wartime:.Holy Shi-
Grabbing the taller woman, they plunged behind a pile of debris, as missiles crashed. Shrapnel clanked against the steel wreckage, saving them from the worst of blows.
Turning, Cat grabbed Umi by the shoulders. Were you fucking insane?! She yelled in a shrill voice. They had tried to gain some ground from the Decepticon attack, the only humans crazy enough, besides the US army that was out on the battlefield. The blond shook her head from the aftermath of the explosions effect, senses sharpening again.
Chill, I was trying to get us across, She said quietly, checking her gun. The smaller woman was definitely not having it.
Umi God, we couldve died, baby She sighed, looking over the edge. Shrieking, she ducked back down, as Umi turned to see Blackouts foot coming down on them both. She grabbed Cats hand and yan
.:Mutilate:. -enigma and sky-Run!! The noise of gunfire and laser cannons thundered around them, as the masters desperately tried to get the younger disciples out of harms way. Screaming and bodies fell. Maniacal laughter rang out in the dead of night. Children cried out in fear.
The ninja town of Su was under attack. Drastically outnumbered, outgunned, and surprised, they were at a great, if not catastrophic disadvantage.
Get those children outta here! Bluestreak screamed to some of the underlings, who gladly agreed to do so. He turned, screaming and stressing his vocalizers to yell over the explosions. ENIGMA!!!! WE NEED TO HURRY!
The amber-clad mech spun around, silver optics wide in fear. He desperately wished to leave, but the stress and worry for everyone else was astoundingly converted to an adrenaline rush. Go without me, There are still mechs trapped in the main building!
.:Another Veiw:.Chapter one: Lost and Found
The lights over her canvas were making her eyes ach behind her glasses. Her arms were covered in paint and sores, for slaving away several hours to finish her deadline for the piece a customer wanted to have ready for tomorrow. Gulping down more of her energy drink that was seated on the worn oak table next to her, already strewn with various paints of pray paint, brushes, and tubes of acrylic. A bucket of water, dirty and discolored from the use, sat next to the chair that made her backside ach greatly from her lack of movement.
With a cry of frustration and groggy anger, she threw the brush across the room sounding with the wooden brush impacting on the door. Her Boss, a tall woman with mousey curls and soft hazel eyes, opened the door with a deep set frown on her lips.
Ingrid? She said loudly, causing the artist to turn slightly. Hunny, its time to lock up. You can finish up tomorrow.
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