by dinoman666 » Sun Aug 02, 2009 12:37 am
"Whatever it is, if it's Dalek, it can't be good," replied Grievous simply. "Even in defeat, they don't go down without a fight, it would seem."
The Trandoshan brushed his clawed hand over the smooth, silvery wall of the crate, looking for a handle or something, when a console suddenly flipped out of the wall where his hand had been moments before. The device had only one button. Pausing, the merc eventually hit the button, making a small, golden light appear near the top of the box. Staring at it, confused, the Trandoshan watched as the button sunk into the console, with another, differently-shaped one appearing in its place, which the merc pressed. Suddenly, the light split in two, both lights going down the sides of the crate, only to meet back at the bottom, the console's button replaced with a new one. The Trandoshan hit it, and the light zoomed back up the center of the box to its original starting point and disappeared, showing noticeable lines wherever it had passed, and a pair of doors swung slowly outward on the lines. A horribly musty odor wafted from the crate, making static fuzz the camera slightly. "Merc? You okay?" Grievous asked. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, just disgusted a little... ugh..." The inside of the crate was almost pitch-black, and the Trandoshan's eyes, even in infra-red, picked up nothing. Grievous narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "An empty box? What is this?"
"Heroes have morals. Villains have work ethic."
-Megatron