Date Posted:20:52:54 02/02/03 Sun Author: Fulcrumm Subject: If he could talk he would scream, "GET OUT OF THE WAY!!" In reply to:
T3-Zero
's message, "* slowly..." on 21:26:58 01/29/03 Wed
As it was, the thought resonated loudly in his own databanks as he shoved T3-Zero and the larger Maudlin to the safety of an alley as a large metallic mosiquito crashed down where they had been standing. The Autobot veteran seemed stunned, for once at a loss for words. Fulcrumm turned toward the insect now, catching his own reflection in a large, black spheroid eye. Roughly the size of a terran mass transit vehicle it wasn't much larger than Maudlin, but larger than the armored Micromaster. Down the street amid the screams of terror from citizens not yet quelled by the invaders, enhanced audio sensors in his armor detected an explosion and a hi-frequency death cry. He noted how the nearest abomination's glowing antennae twitched and pondered whether a group awareness existed among the creatures, if they felt one another's demise.
Fulcrumm strained his audio receptors, filtering out this high-frequency static he was picking up among the swarm and focused on sounds of life. Some of the gathered masses had found safety in flight or nearby alleyways, and there was the odd betrayed whisper of "Wings of Hope" still.
An eclipsed moon. A horrible and overwhelming invading force. Casualties already high. And still, still some held on to a belief that salvation was at hand. Cybertronians of all factions held on to many beliefs, whether they were in their creator Primus, or ancient disciplines such as Metallikato, or in the determination of heroes. His foe's hide looked thick, and as Fulcrumm willed the left gauntlet of his armor to reconfigure into a long drill-bit and charged, he hoped it would do the trick...
"Don't stop believing,
hold on to that feeling."
-Journey, Don't Stop Believing
