The Minicon team is off over by a far side wall, with Railgun being the only one visibly present. He’s standing in front of a small fortified station, a little headquarters he and his team had built from various scrap they collected. Though to everyone else, it looked much more like a child’s pillow-n-blankets fort, a very poor and flimsy imitation of true military rail station. That in of itself is part of the deception, it appears harmless, worthless, and easy to remove. On the inside, however, they have been working on making tunnels, breaking through existing cracks in walls, and other means of more traversal through this place. If you got to run, you need escape routes, but you also need to make so they’re not easily seen. That part comes later when they’re done, but a rat whose hole has been found is soon a dead one.
His arms are crossed, guarding the entrance as he watches the other bots pour their attention over the new comers. More of those…squishy bots. He still is not sure what to think of them, but he was already trying to guess how long they would last here.
His compatriots were inside, though neither were working on the new hole at the moment. Tie-Grabber had his hook slung around a high bar and was pulling himself up and down, working out his pulley systems. Machbreaker is both keeping track of how many reps are being completed as well as further pushing himself by seeing how long he can hover.
Though ever curious for new intel, Machbreaker asks, “Are they awake? What’s break’en?”
He says it just loud enough for Railgun to hear, but should anyone else manage to be listening in, it sounded like high pitched, zipping beeps.
“One. Threat level, unknown. Intentions, unknown. Looks like the kid is confused, but is intact.” Railgun’s blurps are much deeper, with a definite crunch to them.
“Already? Sweet. New fight soon then?”
Tie-Grabber lands back on the ground for the sixtieth time and whips his arm up to unlatch the hook from the bar, reeling it back in. When he speaks, it sounds like a light whistle meets a whirling car engine upon start up with occasional clinks. “Better not, it’s too soon. We haven’t–”
Railgun interrupts him, “The other is awake. Language indicates it is more hostile. Prepare for retreat.”
