Tungstens Story Part 3
The first thing I registered was the stench of oil and half processed energon as I came to in that horrendous place. Once my optics had powered back on, I discovered that the smell wasn't the worst thing.
I looked around to find the pink glow of my containment cell's bars casting a sickly hue over the dismantled limbs and parts of the previous occupants that lay not inches from my own battered frame. I knew then and there that I was a dead mech. Of course I did what any desperate mech would do in that circumstance I looked for a way out.
I tried diggin' my way out, but the walls were made of something specifically meant to keep me in. So I did the next craziest thing; I tried to ram the electrified energy bars. That didn't go over too well either as I was sent flying back into the wall, landing in the heap of mech's body parts. It had been the third attempt to stupidly ram myself through those bars that he had spoken to me.
There came a deep rich voice that caused Tungsten