The world was burning. The City was in chaos. People were panicking and dying, in need of a leader to show them that hope was still possible.
And Cheetor was stuck in the Autobase with the dog, pacing at sixty miles an hour.
"Slaggit!"
He was mad that Sentinel had resigned him to guarding the base. Who was going to come after the base? Who, at a time like this? He should be out there! He had the speed, the skill, the rank to be out there rescuing people and getting them to safety. Not indoors! Not inside, where he could smell the oil and fire in the air but could do nothing about it. On the couch, the puppy whined and put her head on her paws. She smelled the unrest too, and he couldn't blame her for fidgeting.
"Girl, quiet down. Come on, at least you're indoors. You're okay. Unlike me," he added resentfully.
AUTOBASE; open (especially to M'stra)
And Cheetor was stuck in the Autobase with the dog, pacing at sixty miles an hour.
"Slaggit!"
He was mad that Sentinel had resigned him to guarding the base. Who was going to come after the base? Who, at a time like this? He should be out there! He had the speed, the skill, the rank to be out there rescuing people and getting them to safety. Not indoors! Not inside, where he could smell the oil and fire in the air but could do nothing about it. On the couch, the puppy whined and put her head on her paws. She smelled the unrest too, and he couldn't blame her for fidgeting.
"Girl, quiet down. Come on, at least you're indoors. You're okay. Unlike me," he added resentfully.