It's been some time now since prehistoric times had come back in a big way, and the dinosaurs are all safely contained. ... For the most part anyway. It's in the middle of the night when the alarm is sounded. The worst case scenario, the highest security holding cell has been breached: the raptor pen has been opened. But... oddly enough, all but one are still present. Locked inside.
Guards were dispatched immediately... and just as swiftly beaten by the freed "animal" with displays of strength and speed that far exceed what it should be capable of. Most alarming of all, however, was when a pair of taser barbs stuck into its side and pumped it full of enough volts that it should have been down for the count only to be summarily brushed off and the guard taken down.
Oddly though, every one of them has been left alive rather than brutally eviscerated. Something's going on but for now, there's a loose dinosaur looking for a way out and some backup would probably not go amiss.
[D - Sudden Storm]
It's raining in New L.A., large, heavy raindrops falling, wind gusting. The storm is growing worse and worse but it hardly seems of any concern to the towering figure lurking in the shadows, wrapped from head to toe in a concealing cloak as he watches the mammalian creatures mill about, seeking shelter from the harsh weather and darkness in their feeble homes.
It's strange. A place like this should represent a feast, even now that primal instinct calls for the spilling of blood and the tearing of flesh but... there's more now. He'd always been intelligent but now there's more than that. Understanding, knowledge and... something more. Something that had stayed his hand when he'd done battle with the humans who had sought to prevent his escape.
A quiet snarl escapes him and he lifts one hand and studies the alien limb. Too many claws, each one too long. Lightning flashes overhead and he raises his eyes to it as if the elements brought this new realization with them. More than instinct, more than intelligence... a... code. Yes. Honor, courage, glory... the code of a warrior. No longer a mere predator preying on the weak, but then... what should he do now?
Growling again, he lowers his hand and moves away from his hiding place, concealing himself again as he makes his way through the streets of this broken city. For now, it's a good place to hide....
Dinobot | Beast Wars
It's been some time now since prehistoric times had come back in a big way, and the dinosaurs are all safely contained. ... For the most part anyway. It's in the middle of the night when the alarm is sounded. The worst case scenario, the highest security holding cell has been breached: the raptor pen has been opened. But... oddly enough, all but one are still present. Locked inside.
Guards were dispatched immediately... and just as swiftly beaten by the freed "animal" with displays of strength and speed that far exceed what it should be capable of. Most alarming of all, however, was when a pair of taser barbs stuck into its side and pumped it full of enough volts that it should have been down for the count only to be summarily brushed off and the guard taken down.
Oddly though, every one of them has been left alive rather than brutally eviscerated. Something's going on but for now, there's a loose dinosaur looking for a way out and some backup would probably not go amiss.
[D - Sudden Storm]
It's raining in New L.A., large, heavy raindrops falling, wind gusting. The storm is growing worse and worse but it hardly seems of any concern to the towering figure lurking in the shadows, wrapped from head to toe in a concealing cloak as he watches the mammalian creatures mill about, seeking shelter from the harsh weather and darkness in their feeble homes.
It's strange. A place like this should represent a feast, even now that primal instinct calls for the spilling of blood and the tearing of flesh but... there's more now. He'd always been intelligent but now there's more than that. Understanding, knowledge and... something more. Something that had stayed his hand when he'd done battle with the humans who had sought to prevent his escape.
A quiet snarl escapes him and he lifts one hand and studies the alien limb. Too many claws, each one too long. Lightning flashes overhead and he raises his eyes to it as if the elements brought this new realization with them. More than instinct, more than intelligence... a... code. Yes. Honor, courage, glory... the code of a warrior. No longer a mere predator preying on the weak, but then... what should he do now?
Growling again, he lowers his hand and moves away from his hiding place, concealing himself again as he makes his way through the streets of this broken city. For now, it's a good place to hide....