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| - The Coolant System. Lurking deep below Cybertron, this massive chamber holds a secrets reservoir of murky water. The secrets its depths hold are obscured from easy viewing. For millenia, this basin has been untouched by sapient life-forms, but today, all that is going to change. The wounds look pretty recent. Pork. Snaptrap, in turtle form, raises his front right foot upwards, one hundred and eighty degrees, giving a sign that means hold. He moves in slowly,
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| - The Coolant System. Lurking deep below Cybertron, this massive chamber holds a secrets reservoir of murky water. The secrets its depths hold are obscured from easy viewing. For millenia, this basin has been untouched by sapient life-forms, but today, all that is going to change. Worming it's way through a grimy sewer pipe is a grisly sight, a giant mutant shark with legs and viscious claws. He wades through the hip-deep sludge, half-walking, half-swimming, his finned tail waving him forward. His optics glow fiercely, and his shark-head aves from side to side as he tries to catch a whiff of something worth killing. "Rrrg, we must be nearly there, Snaptrap! Where's Seawing, his senses would've led us there by now!" Krakenoid moves gracefully through the murk his tentacles snaking out ahead of him making sure that there are no unexpected dangers immediately in front of him and also partially pulling him along, "Mmmm this is nice, but what we really need is some water going vehicles or Autobots to play with. Check the darkest corners Overbite he's probably off lurking there somewhere." Mutant Coelocanth is lurking at the rear of the pack like usual.. partially because the others don't want to risk slipping on his sludge or the stink tipping off potential enemies. "Probably hunting ahead already." You think it's already dirty down here?... well now it's even more dirty, as the wading fish-mutant leaves a trail of even murkier grease rippling in the water behind him. "... I wonder if any of these pipes have anything in them," he muses, eyeing some of the tubing. Beneath the Cybertronian Swamplands, Snaptrap swims through the underwater reservoir. Unlike the rest of the Seacons, his alternate mode was based on a land creature. Still, he's better adapted to it than Nautilator. There is a pump, somewhere, that must be reactivated. Galvatron wasn't exactly forthcoming with the details, claiming a mere button was all that he required. Secretly, Snaptrap wondered why he didn't send one of Soundwave's cassettes, surely at least one of them is adapted to underwater operations, and they are decidedly stealthy. It was a misappropriation of resources. It was illogical. But no one ever went broke betting on Galvatron eccentricities . He radios his fellow Seacons, since they are underwater. It may have been premature to say that today was the first day in millenia that this basin has been disturbed. For floating face-first at the top of the basin is a Decepticon! This guy is just a regular Decepticon Seeker, albeit a Seeker modified to support underwater travel. He decided to get that upgrade because it was really trendy. Alas, the upgrade does not appear to have been enough to save his life. The wounds look pretty recent. Pork. The already filthy water makes it easier to pretend they aren't wading through Skalor's sloughing sludge. Overbite reaches the end of the pipe, and finds his way barred by rusty grate; No matter, it doesn't impede the walking shark-beast for long, as he sinks his teeth into the weakened steel, rending it from it's housing and making way for the Seacon limbs to enter the resevoir. "Humph. We'll have to make due without Seawing's senses for now." He says glumly, before leaping from the opened pipe, to splash down into the soupy water below. Snaptrap, in turtle form, raises his front right foot upwards, one hundred and eighty degrees, giving a sign that means hold. He moves in slowly,
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