Salvage- Chapter 10Bulkhead sat against the wall, optics shuttering lazily as he tried to fight sleep. Even for a Wrecker, the last few orbital cycles, Pit, the last half orn, had been draining. He just wanted to sleep. He hadn’t last night. Another perimeter trip. This time a Decepticon tank. He and Impactor were able to bring it down- mostly, Impactor, but this was getting old fast.They HAD to leave soon. Fistitron had picked up chatter. They knew they were still in the area, and they were getting closer all the time. The thought made his fists tighten. He never backed down from a fight, but, this was one fight they could not make it out of alive. Either way, he was too tired to care all that much at present.A yawn heaved from his vents, the cool moist air waking him up a bit as it crackled against his haggard circuits. Maybe it was boredom, after all, the soft clattering of the neutral- er, Autobot- Wrecker? Thingy. Was getting, well boring. And it made his exhaustion all the more prese
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