Really, Deadlock should judge these things by experience. Not only would that be more fun, but it'd be more accurate too.
And if only it were something that pleasurable, instead of this.
Because Wing doesn't know where he is. Waking out of stasis usually takes some time, coming fully online as diagnostics run and systems previously offline warm-up. Instead he was immediately awake, jarred out of stasis by warning lights and messages smeared over his HUD. The transformation was unexpected too, disorientating him before he could remember where he is. And then the building was shaking and the wall was broken and it pitched Wing into flashbacks to old Cybertron, during the days of unrest before the war went into full swing.
And then he's back in the receiving bay of the Helix building, or what's left of it, most of the building feeling like it's collapsed onto one wing and his tail section, the rest of him dimly aware of the pitch black space only defined by the groans and creaks of the remaining support pillars that kept the rest of bombed building from collapsing entirely atop him.
(wow I hope the Helix building isn't a thing that exists in canon. /just made that up)
And if only it were something that pleasurable, instead of this.
Because Wing doesn't know where he is. Waking out of stasis usually takes some time, coming fully online as diagnostics run and systems previously offline warm-up. Instead he was immediately awake, jarred out of stasis by warning lights and messages smeared over his HUD. The transformation was unexpected too, disorientating him before he could remember where he is. And then the building was shaking and the wall was broken and it pitched Wing into flashbacks to old Cybertron, during the days of unrest before the war went into full swing.
And then he's back in the receiving bay of the Helix building, or what's left of it, most of the building feeling like it's collapsed onto one wing and his tail section, the rest of him dimly aware of the pitch black space only defined by the groans and creaks of the remaining support pillars that kept the rest of bombed building from collapsing entirely atop him.
His cry, this time, is one of remembered pain.