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"Back, beast! HEEL!" the henchman shouted. The creature snarled at the aggressive demeanor of the bipedal mecha, but something about his tone of voice convinced her it wasn't worth the fight. It was rare that she obeyed anyone but her pack leader, but the steeljaw hunched down against the ground and slowly backed away as a sign of submission.

The soldier rushed forwards towards their leader, shaking him violently in an attempt to awaken him. "Wake up, damnit. I don't get paid if you die!" he snapped. Wow, such caring from your underlings, Lockdown.

Thankfully, any good bounty hunter knew the basics of stripping down a body for parts to sell on the black market. That also provided a basic understanding of medical knowledge, and the henchman was about to make use of it to try and stabilize Lockdown. His hands leaped to begin to try and clamp lines to stop the worst of the bleeding.

sic--em is the Master

The sight still wasn’t very pretty. The dragging only mangled the mech’s broken and slashed armor even more. While the spark was still pulsing weakly, it wouldn’t be long before it was extinguished forever. If there was any salvaging of Lockdown’s frame, it would have to be done soon.

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Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech. The sound of armor dragging across the cement as the beast tried to pull its prize away. A spray of sparks erupted whenever she gave another yank on her pack leader. She could taste energon welling up from the wound where she had sank her dentals into his shoulder. Sweet and bitter at once, a lost opportunity leading towards a new one.

Thankfully, not being the smartest creature, she hadn't realized it was almost impossible for a beast of her size to haul him away. She soon tired herself out from her endeavor and sank down to rest near his helm. Her venting came in loud huffs as her systems tried to recover.

What to do next? If the den wasn't an option, she threw back her helm and let out a howl, calling to what remained of her pack to join her. It took several minutes, but soon several other massive beasts trotted into the clearing.... Along with something else. It was one of Lockdown's bipedal soldiers, much more equipped to help than the beast.

sic--em is the Master

Lockdown had no say in the matter; he was dragged limply along by the hound. Scraps of his plating and his energon left a long, long trail from the spot where he was defeated all the way to where his ‘loyal’ hound took him. He was losing a lot of energon now, the humming in his chest slowly beginning to die down.

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The beast whimpered again, licking his hand in the hopes that would entice the pack leader to show her affection. Had she done wrong? The scent of death wasn't yet on him, after all, or was he too weak to respond? She awaited a response for another moment or two, but soon her instincts overcame everything else.

Without a pack leader to ensure her meals, she would have need of all the food she could hoard. If he was going to die, her old master counted as such. Affection meant little to a starving creature, and soon she had grasped his shoulder armor in her mouth and began to tug.

She would drag him back to the ship, her den, and protect her fuel. Her life might depend upon it.

sic--em is the Master

He would not. Although his figure was unmistakable, his frame was disfigured in such a horrific way. A terrible wound through the chest, and his upper half cut in two. He lay limp, his energon burning into the ground beneath him.

There was, however, a low hum coming from the exposed casing in his chest plating; a small flicker of light was easily visible in his spark. Perhaps he was not completely offline.

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sic--em is the Master

The master's scent was strong here, too strong. The beast loped forwards with her nasal sensors pressed to the ground, a low whimper building in her vocoder the whole time. She felt lost and confused without her pack leader, or the mecha that she had adopted as such, and though he may be harsh at times he always saw that she was fed.

She came to a stop when her muzzle pressed into a puddle of leaking fluids, and greenish slobber began to string from her mouth at the scent of a downed kill. Master or not, instinct was strong. She lapped the fluids once with her glossa before lifting her helm.

There. The mass of metal on the ground bore his unmistakable signature. Padding to his side, the hunter pressed her hand against his hand and whined as if begging for a helm pat. Would he respond?

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The hunter recognized the whine of a charging cannon, and her audial horns pricked upwards in excitement. It was a sound that always accompanied battle, the wild chase, the taste of freshly spilled energon.

What he didn't know was that this fight was useless. The techno-organic beast was not Cybertronian in origin at all and would provide none of the metals that he needed. She was an alien creature that Lockdown had picked up in his travels.

Lip components pulled back from her dentals and she growled as the awaited the fight to come.

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"…" He grins evilly. "Perfect~" He prepares his arm cannon. "I was going to need more Transformium anyway. If I need to slag a few beasts to get a few soldiers, so be it…"

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New Prey Has Been Scented

Thankfully, the hound has recently fed. Even though she scented the air once or twice out of curiosity, she made no move to stand up from where she had curled up on the ground for recharge. One audial horn did tilt in the direction of the new arrivals in order to warn of incoming danger.

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The scent of the prey became weaker as it fled. If she had been less-trained, the hunter would have been unable to resist the growing compulsion to take up the chase and sate her hunger. However, she did not serve under the galaxy's best hunter without being a prize specimen.

If the master was not there to give the command, she could not. The steeljaw tucked her tail between her legs and began to turn away.

lockdownsbitches found...nothing!

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Is that a severed arm? Wow, who would leave such a perfect toy sitting around? She's just going to pounce on that and have a merry old time.

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The hairs on the back of her helm bristled and she slowly crawled forwards towards the source of the scent. A trail of greenish slobber was left to mark her path. It wasn't long, however, before her snarl turned to an impatient whimper as she awaited the attack command from her master.

Finally, she turned her helm to try and locate Lockdown. What was taking so long? ... He wasn't here.

lockdownsbitches found...nothing!

Nope, Evac isn’t here right now try again some other time. “GET AWAY FROM MEEE. THE FRAG are those!!!”

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The hunter lifted her nose to the air and sniffed it with curiosity. The moment that she scented the other's fear, the hound dropped into a crouch and began to snarl. Lip components pulled back from sharp denta, and greenish dripped from her mouth.

Only prey felt fear, and she could sense a hunt on the horizon.

lockdownsbitches found...nothing!

Nope, Evac isn’t here right now try again some other time. “GET AWAY FROM MEEE. THE FRAG are those!!!”