"Some seem to be." Hey, Drift did some exploring before he picked his Cave of Angst. He picked that one because he liked the view.
"Vector'd mentioned that we aren't the first. That others have been here before and, I guess, Unicron won or something." Kind of took away from the glamor of thinking of yourself as special and chosen, but Drift should be used to that by now.
Drift turns, heading cautiously into the cave. He can't hear anything except their own systems and the faint, almost musical sound of dripping water, but that sound echoes so much around the cave's contours that it's impossible to tell where it's coming from.
The cave is old, old enough that stalactites and stalagmites have joined together to create long columns, punctuating the spaces that here and there look to have been shaped for habitation. "See anything?"
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"Vector'd mentioned that we aren't the first. That others have been here before and, I guess, Unicron won or something." Kind of took away from the glamor of thinking of yourself as special and chosen, but Drift should be used to that by now.
Drift turns, heading cautiously into the cave. He can't hear anything except their own systems and the faint, almost musical sound of dripping water, but that sound echoes so much around the cave's contours that it's impossible to tell where it's coming from.
The cave is old, old enough that stalactites and stalagmites have joined together to create long columns, punctuating the spaces that here and there look to have been shaped for habitation. "See anything?"