Survivor

Slowly, his eyes cracked open. They were gone...and he was in one piece. Miller let out a shout of happy relief as he patted his chest. "Miller? Miller! What the hell is going on!?" Miller blinked hearing the voice. Ah, his phone. He climbed to his feet quickly. "Hello? Mike, you won't believe what I've just found." He whispered into the phone as he went the way he though the three creatures went. He had to keep a visual on them. "Now don't think I'm crazy but...there are aliens here, three of them." As he spoke he looked up watching the three heading toward the fuel tanks. "Yeah right. Lay off the sauce, Miller."

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The shadowy figure hidden behind the hangar door watched intently as the hatchlings made their way to the tanks and happily engorged themselves. Their narrow tails swung around and pierced one of the tanks with ease, and began to suck the fuel from within. Everything seemed normal, but when the larger mech caught sight of Miller…

Thundercracker’s protectiveness over his brother’s offspring drove him to burst forth from his hideout with a shriek. His talons flexed and his wings were outstretched to make himself appear more intimidating—not that he needed any help in that department. Thundercracker was the eldest of his trine and the wisest. It was there creator, Nightscream, who appointed him the trine leader, but he declined and thus gave the position to the next one down. He was simply too unpredictable and the shyest seeker around. And while Skywarp led their brother away earlier, he decided to come back to keep a watchful eye...

Miller had been ready to raise the phone and take a picture to send to Mike to prove he hadn't gone off the deep end. Just as he began to press the button that would take the image, the ground rumbled. He looked down then up quickly. Instincts drove his gaze toward the large mechanical being coming his way.

The blue jet stepped between the Miller and the hatchlings, daring the human to make another move. “You…” he started, seemingly oblivious to the tiny seekers crawling around his feet. He knew it wasn’t safe for them anymore. He had to kill this man. Thundercracker leaned forward onto his hands to inspect the intruder closely, running his image through his CPU; “…Miller Jacobs—novice fleshling.” His deep voice resonated off the nearby objects.

Once again, Miller screamed. He took two steps to run only to have his legs give out on him as the alien hovered over him. "Miller? Miller! What the hell was all of that?!" Mike called on the other end of the line. The cell that had been in Miller's hand had fallen landing just out of his reach. "H-how do you know my name?" The young man whispered shakily as he began pushing back.

And while he waited for the larger mech to respond, one of the male hatchlings walked over to the discarded phone and began to tear it apart. "Hey hey he-!" He started to yell at the hatchling currently tearing his phone to shreds. It wouldn't have made his situation any better but what else could he do. This was his only link to getting people here. “I have my ways, fleshling,” the seeker finally answered, lifting a clawed hand to pin the human with each talon; “Your presence endangers the hatchlings. You must be exterminated.”

“W-wa-wait a minute, we can talk about this. See...there's going to be people out in just a few minutes...if they find me dead, you're going to have a lot more problems on your hands." He babbled. This was a giant creature, what did it have to worry about? A bunch of humans were probably nothing more than roaches at best.

Thundercracker tsk’d at the man, slowly shaking his head from side to side.
“The only problem I will have is picking your entrails from the bottom of my foot.” Once again he had to ready himself for the inevitable. If this wasn't it, he was going to end up dying of a heart attack or something. There were only so many near death experiences a person could handle in one hour. And just as the seeker straightened himself, the tiny femme from before jumped in front of him, trilling loudly. He jumped, sure that that was the sound of a body being flattened into a not very cartoon like pancake. Funny, he thought it would have had more of a 'crunch and pbthhh' sound.

“Move, Slipstream.”

He heard the larger alien speak and cracked an eye open spotting the hatchling that appeared to be....defending him? The one called Slipstream hissed in response to her uncle’s command and looked back to Miller expectantly. Miller couldn't decide whether he was being saved or the thing was asking to be the one to kill him.

“Move.” He repeated.

Slipstream continued to stare at Miller, despite the other jet’s attempt to sway her. She stepped closer to the man, reaching out to touch his arm. He fought the urge to jerk away; “Oh wait please don't eat me....I mean...if you do, just not alive, okay?" He said knowing full well that he was only understood by the larger alien.

Thundercracker allowed a deep rumble to escape his chest, and the sound alone drove the other two hatchlings to approach the spectacle. The blue jet began to emit other vocalizations, causing the young mechs to sneak back behind his feet. “It would appear that Slipstream wishes to use you as a play toy, human. I will allow this… for now.”

His mother had always told him to count his blessings. Was this one of them? To be a play toy to...an alien. Miller was almost tempted to tell the large jet like creature to go ahead and squish him. His lips pursed as he looked to Slipstream warily. Everything about the little alien was lethal. "Oh boy...."