"...Because the corridor debouched into a chamber, rough and striated from the action of an ancient river, which still puddled on the floor. The room was lined with the eaters, hunched, half rusted, in various states of decay--some missing limbs, some with limbs stripped to protoform, some missing optics...all staring dully at the two where they stood.
"Ditto," Roadbuster whispered. "Lemme guess: we're going down there."
Springer moved one hand, a small gesture that was followed by a hundred pairs of optics in eerie, flawless synchrony. "Far end."
Oh, frag. Kup. The green mech sat, on the ground like some ascetic or guru, his armor bubbled with rust, head tilted, watching them, curious. And there was something in his optics, a light that the others lacked, that spoke of intelligence and maybe, maybe Kup.“I don’t like this,” Roadbuster whispered..."
Well, as I'm over a month late in submitting this and it's not changed since that time...better late than never? It's super sketchy but I like it that way. Again, unfinished, but that's because I'm a terrible magnet of bad luck and must of been a mass murderer in a previous life.
Go read the fiction by Hellkitty! It's awesome and is one of the only fics I've read from Roadbuster's view.