OOC: okay. I’ll try to imagine that. Never met a CEO.
IC: Scaleraker continued to shuffle through the wreckage, hoping to find some cloth or sheet metal to cover his wound with.
He wouldn’t find any. Scylla left the door of the panic room open, tho.
He would walk to the doorway, and knock on the frame. “Scylla?” he asked, peeking inside.
She was sitting in the corner, head between knees.
“Scylla?” he said again, and walked towards her.
She pointed eith one of her tentacles to a first aid set on the wall.
He looked towards it, then turned back to her. He sat down beside her.
“Leave me alone.” she said tiredly.
“You and I both know, that’s not going to get either of us anywhere.”
She angrily rises her head.
“What do you know? Who was the one living in an underground bunker less than two days ago?”
“Both of us.” He deadpans.
“You weren’t living there! You were a slave!”
“I was living there just the same.”
She chuckled.
“Yeah yeah. Sure. You ever wondered why Eskabar and Montporte were our only slaves?”
“Lack of opportunity?” he suggested.
“They were the only ones who resisted.”
“Resisted what? Megatron?”
Slyther stood between the two allies and the drones, firing his SMG at any that got close.
“Well he must’ve come back or somethin’! 'Cause he’s right! There!” Forager insists, pointing in yet another direction.
“Halfshell.”
It seemed that all the remaining Scrapmetal drones were coming in, outnumbering the three.
The two deployed their turrets and ran to the spot.