re_alignment_logs | Intrepid explorers!

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Intrepid explorers!

WHO: Blurr and Cliffjumper
WHERE: Out in the wilderness, in a building they've found.
WHEN: Now~
WHAT: ADVENTURE. Exploring! TRAPS. So many traps.
WARNINGS: Nothing, really.

The structure had looked like a heap of boulders or a small hill at first, but when they got closer it was obvious it wasn't. Question was just what a building, especially a somewhat disguised one was doing out here in the middle of the literal nowhere.

Frowning as he landed from having had a look from the top, Cliffjumper shrugged.

"Either it ain't too big, or it might go down underground." It might be bigger inside, otherwise it couldn't hold more than at the most three rooms, maybe. Three kind of small rooms for someone of average size, three average rooms for someone his and Blurr's size.

"... So, what'd we do?" He couldn't help the scowl as he eyed the rather well-disguised entrance. He just didn't trust this situation, the building, whatever might be inside... but he also didn't feel it safe to just leave the building without having checked said inside.

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"Yeah, but we can get rid of the blade," said Cliffjumper with a little grin and wiggled his glass gas gun to demonstrate. They could even get rid of the long pole/handle the blade was attached to if they were in risk of being whacked with it.

"As long as we're careful and listen, I should be able to spray all the blades in our way and you can crack 'em." Had they not had the tools they did, this room would have been decidedly lethal... not that it couldn't still be, if they misjudged something, given the darkness.

Wow, rude. They didn't know it was in there and they had to find Grimlock and catch him!

"In time? That's the part that worries me." But it wasn't like they had many options left, this will had to work.

"Alright. The light's pretty high, do you want to use my back as a ladder and then I jump to break it?"

Okay, point. but v are always bad business.

"Well, as long as you wait half a klik or so, the gas'll have a chance to set in, and while it probably ain't a good idea to let the blade hit ya even when affected, if it does, at least it's gonna shatter, not slice anythin' off?" Not... that much of a reassurance, but well. Better than nothing?

"Okay. Ready?" Hefting his gun, Cliffjumper carefully slid in front of Blurr, frowning into the darkness. Adjusting the dial on the gun before releasing a puff of gas that spread like slow mist in front of them, it made the gas hang around long enough for the next pendulum blade to swing into the gas before it dispersed.

"I got my whole arm sliced off once, it's no fun, trust me. But as long as my legs end intact, I don't mind." Stupid Prime!Starscream with stupid long, sharp claws.

"Ready." Blurr observed and waited, as Cliffjumper suggested. A few clicks later when the blade appeared to get close again Blurr jumped and hit it with his saw as hard as he could, hopping to break the whole mechanism in the process instead of his own arm.

Cliffjumper grimaced at the mention of getting an arm sliced off and nodded.

"A leg or two busted makes things harder than an arm bein' that. Slagged legs just mean ya can't actually move and get away if needed..." Cliffjumper trailed off, waiting in the silence and then ended up swearing and ducking as Blurr did indeed break the blade and a good part of the pole the blade was attached to as well.

Shards went everywhere as the lethal pendulum shattered, and Cliffjumper realised that Sideswipe's batons had been a better implement to do this with, since at least a baton was a still, solid object; a chainsaw moved and sent sharp, if brittle, shards everywhere.

"... I think ya killed it dead, Blurr," said with a snigger, even if he was looking so that he hadn't got any shards lodged anywhere. He remembered the pain of a sliver breaking off in his knee-joint... Except when had that happened?

Shaking his helm, he straightened up again. Time to move on.

You didn't have to tell Blurr, Cliff. He would be as good as dead if he lost a leg. He rather die than let that happen.

Even if he tried to close his optics in time and duck his head, some of the sharps still on his neck and down his chest. Blurr didn't worry too much, he knew his body would heal those in time and he wouldn't even need a medic but, Primus, those stung.

"Cant' never be too sure, blades are sneaky like that." He smiled and then winced when he moved. "Areyouokay?"

Giving himself a last once-over in their limited lighting, Cliffjumper shrugged, the faintly confused frown smoothing out for dismissal. It didn't matter when or where it had happened. Not right now anyway.

"Yeah, sure. Let's go."

It was a bit of a slow going, spraying things in front, waiting for the gas to take effect and then let Blurr get in front of him and smash them on the next pass, but they did make it to the wall, and thus, close to the (first) goal of the blinking red light on the wall.

Blurr's headlights moved up and down over Cliff's frame but their light was still unable to light up more than that. He stood close to the wall, under the light, inspecting it from the distance.

Seeing it closer was different then seeing from the other side of the room. He could tell that the glass was thick. Hopefully it'd make no difference to cliff's gas.

"Your jetpact is useless now, right? I will have to throw you."

It was, really, still disconcerting how much the light from their headlights and optics were simmply absorbed by the darkness, but at least that blinking light gave off enough to be able to see the structure around it.

"Looks like there might be somethin' attached to that light---what?" Cliffjumper hissed, turning around to stare at Blurr confused and maybe a little warily. "Yeah, it is, but wouldn't it be easier if one of us... I dunno, lift the other? Shouldn't be impossible." Because while he wouldn't mind overly much being tossed if it was necessary, in this situation, with the majority of the pendulum blades still working?

Yes, he didn't potentially want to go flying into one of the whole ones.

Blurr was curious about how that worked but he had other worries to focus on.

"I was asking just in case something worse than blades happens when we destroy that light. I mean, I can run if something moves around us very quickly, but you..."

Granted, Blurr could try to grab Cliffjumper and drag him away from whatever attacks them but the other bot might not be used to the speed and Blurr could hurt him. He looked up at the light again. "It looks _{really far away} I'm not sure if you will be able to reach it unless you stand on my shoulders."

"... Right. But if ya toss me, I might just miss it and we'll end up havin' to do it several times." Blurr had a point, though, but there wasn't that much they could do about it, was there?

Cliffjumper also looked up at the light again, trying to gauge the distance from them up to it, and sighed.

"Yeah, that thing looks like it's high enough up even if one of us stands on the other's shoulders this'll be an issue... Gimmie an astro." Even as he spoke Cliffjumper crouched down, pulling out pieces to a sniper rifle and putting it together.

No, like Blurr had wanted he hadn't brought all his weapons, but he did have a bomb, his glass gas gun, and in lieu of the cannon, the rifle. Standing up again, he held it up.

"Should be able to reach with this, though." Seemed a bit crude to use such a fine piece of offensive hardware as a bludgeon, but they needed to reach the light and see if it did something if it was destroyed, so, well.

He worried about Cliffjumper's safety. Not like he didn't want to get hurt, but it wouldn't be new to him.

Blurr was reconsidering his decision about not bringing a ton of weapons. If they survive, the next time he won't complain if Cliffjumper decide to bring them all.

"Good enough."

Blurr smiled before turning back and crouching for Cliff to get over him more easily.

Adjusting the settings on his glass gas gun, Cliffjumper aimed upwards and sprayed a short burst of gas that got propelled far enough upwards to reach the light and the surrounding metal.

"Okay, that oughta do it." The gas wouldn't affect the glass that probably covered the light itself, but the metal of the panel around it, which should be enough to see what it did.

"Well, let's hope this works..." Eyeing Blurr a bit dubiously, Cliffjumper nonetheless put his glass gas gun away and hung the rifle over his back before as carefully as he could climbing up and, when he was sure he was stable, got the rifle in hand and slammed it into the light and the surrounding metal.

As predicted, those shattered into a million pieces. It wasn't the only thing that happened; a really loud, piercing alarm started to sound. It was at a frequency that made Blurr's processor's dizzy with pain and his hands went to his helmet, clutching it. It lasted a long, painful minute that seemed an eternity and then...

...the lights went on.

"Gah!" Yeah, that wasn't what Cliffjumper wanted to hear either, and he winced, flailed, and ended up sliding off Blurr... even while his fingers closed around something that had been hidden behind the now-crushed panel the light had been set in.

"... Well, that... worked? Dunno what this is though." Cliffjumper held up a - yes, he knew that it technically was some sort of dataslug, obviously but still - small cylinder with data connections in one end.

You'd think it was a bomb, the way he was eyeing it, even as his gaze flicked away to check the room. Getting out now that they could see all the pendulum blades would be simple.

Blurr shivered slightly next to him, still shaken over the awful sound and being trapped in a deadly small room. He could see the remaining blades that didn't end shattered, either frozen in mid air or really close to the ceiling. The view didn't make him feel any less nervous.

"I d-don't know hat is it either but what if we check that OUTSIDE? Please." He pointed to the other side of the room. "Thedoorsopenletsgoletsgo." He has to stop himself from running away, dragging Cliffjumper with him. There could be roe traps on the floor, for all they know.

At least they wouldn't have to make a slow and careful retreat out of the room with swinging blades still around them and destroying them as they went? Cliffjumper, at first, completely missed Blurr's trembling, but then looked up at the skip in Blurr's voice...

"Uh-- Yeah, sure, we can do that. Looks safe, but we should probably not run." Cliffjumper eyed the blades hanging still with narrowed optics, but shook his helm and started to weave between any of the whole ones, glass gas gun still at the ready.

Even if it wouldn't affect the metal immediately, it was something.

They did get out of the room without any issues, though, and at least they wouldn't accidentally go into it again, the trap broken now or not; the door remained open behind them.

But running is what he does best. And the door wass right there! Cliffjumper was right, though, so Blurr just nodded. Better be careful, they could activate more traps by accident if they rushed things.

He walked close to Cliff, senses alert and chainsaw ready in case something attacked them. Once out, Blurr stared at the rows of close doors warily.

"We are back to square one. I don't^{really feel like getting}into any other room." But the main door was still locked, wasn't it? The racer glared at it. "I guess bombs are still an option."

"Well, we've got an open door into another room, and we could just stay up against the wall right by the door so we could get out quickly, so... yeah. Could try that." Cliffjumper was already moving towards the still-closed outer doors, pulling out the single bomb he'd taken with them and put it in a corner of the door, carefully arming it.

Standing up, Cliffjumper eyed the door, the bomb and the room around them. This place wa sprobably fragging sturdily built, but he still hoped the bunker wouldn't fall down on their heads.

"Okay, ready? I'll detonate it when we're in there." Giving a nod to the still open pendulum-blade room behind them, Cliffjumper hoped the explosion wouldn't shake the blades loose and drop those on their heads either.

But that wasn't enough to stop him, because really, he didn't particularly feel like trying another room either.

"As ready as I can be while in this sort of messed up situation." Blurr stood close to Cliffjumper as they entered the room again.

He keep his optics up, glaring at the blades and ready to drag Cliff away if one of those fell down due to the explosion. He was almost sure that he would be faster than the blades if it get to that. Almost.

"Well, if nothing else, doors and rooms seems to stay where they are and not change around on us. Okay, audios off." Cliffjumper eyed the doorway and did want to keep his hearing active, but they wouldn't be far enough away from the explosion that'd be a good idea.

So they'd just have to hope if something did start to collapse, they'd see it if not hear it.

The explosion rumbled through the floor and wall they were up against, but it was obvious the bunker had been built sturdily; none of the pendulum blades so much as vibrated, though the shrapnel Blurr and Cliffjumper had created from their glass gas spree got spread around from the pressure wave.

After a few moments, Cliffjumper onlined his audio receptors again and peeked out the doorway.

"... Nope. While the wall in the corner got some cracks, that ain't deep or spread enough..." Swearing as he walked back into the main room again, Cliffjumper turned to look at Blurr.

"Think we're gonna have to choose another room to try. Must be some other way of openin' that door."

"Audios...? Oh, Ah!right." Guess who wasn't all that use to explosions and the like? This guy. His work was more about discretion and hacking back in his universe, not bombs.

Blurr held his chainsaw arm up, covering Cliffjumper's head and his own just in case. When everything stopped shaking, Blurr looked at the door. He was expecting to be looking at a giant hole instead. If disappointment had a face, it would look like Blurr's. He even stared back at Cliffjumper and did nothing much but linefais for a few long seconds.

Cliffjumper just stared blankly back for a few moments himsemlf and then just slowly shrugged. It sucked, yeah. All these doors were like playing Russian Roulette though he was pretty sure they were all bullets, so to speak.

"Unless you've got a better idea," said Cliffjumper with a grimace as he frowned at the rows of doors scattered all over the place. He tightened his hands---

Oh right.

"Should probably wait with checking what's in this, if anythin'... want to keep it?" Cliffjumper held the dataslug up between them, eyeing it and then offered it to Blurr.

Bullets that will most likely end killing them. He moved close to another door and studied it as if it was going to bite him.

"Choose the door this time. See what happened the last time I did it." Blurr replied with a grimace of his own and then shock his head.

"Your armor is thicker than mine, it would be better if you keep it. It's not a key, isn't it?"

"Don't look like it." Cliffjumper shook his helm as he looked the dataslug over more closely, walking back to peer up at the control panel. There was no connection port or a jack that could correspond with the dataslug, unfortunately.

Coming back to Blurr's side as he tucked away the dataslug in his subspace, Cliffjumper grinned dryly and reached out, squeezing Blurr's shoulder as he passed.

"And what, ya think I'm gonna have better luck?" This time, Cliffjumper led them up a few stairs and ended up in front of a door they had to walk over a walkway attached by the wall to get to.

No reason, any door was as good as the next, wasn't it?

"Okay, here goes."

This door opened immediately when they got close enough, hadily enough.

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