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Three figures trudged through the swampy jungle, huge decaying ribs and garish flowers filling the air with ripe scents. The lead predacon plodded onward on all fours, not super happy with the passenger riding atop his shell.

"Remind me why I have to haul you around in this heat?" Terragator growled at the over large tree frog sitting atop him.

"Because I'm so fast that I'd be waiting stellar cycles for you to catch up to me at the work zone." Spittor replied smugly, his huge optics blinking in the oppressive mugginess.

"I wish you'd both hurry up. I could be out doing something useful instead of wet nursing you two all day. Like anyone would want to deal with two slimeballs like you." The creepy fuzor in back rasped. Buzzclaw rubbing his barbed forelegs together in an irritating manner, his lizard tail twitching at the slow pace.

"Look, I told Magmatron I could handle it by myself. He was smart enough to put two swimmers on the canal project. All you have to do is keep your bug eyes peeled for hostiles while we do the real work." Terragator explained as he pushed through wet clumps of choking brush and mushy undergrowth.

"Yeah, keep your opinions to yourself. At least we're built for this environment. You just got screwed by dumb luck!" Spittor taunted from his perch.

Buzzclaw resisted the urge to grab Spittor and start chewing him open with his mandibles. He swiveled his head around in a wide arc, wishing an enemy would appear so he could vent his anger on something.

Terragator nosed a big log aside as he plodded on determinedly.

"Besides, I doubt we'll find anything in a place as remote and damp as this. Any maximal stupid enough to come out here after us is just begging to be put down." He crunched his fangs together at the thought of tearing some victim apart.

"Less talking, more walking! The sooner you two dig a ditch, the sooner we get back to base!" Buzzclaw snapped.

Spittor puffed his throat out and Terragator sighed as the workers continued into the sweltering swamp. It was going to be a long day...

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A friend of mine started drawing transformers art and it got me thinking of drawing more of it myself. Here are three predacons from the Beast Wars series going about an unhappy mission. I like the idea of the two aquatic types digging a water canal while Buzzclaw remains as a lookout in case of trouble. The mini story came to me during work when I realize dirty jobs are important even if you're the one stuck doing them.

Description
Three figures trudged through the swampy jungle, huge decaying ribs and garish flowers filling the air with ripe scents. The lead predacon plodded onward on all fours, not super happy with the passenger riding atop his shell.

"Remind me why I have to haul you around in this heat?" Terragator growled at the over large tree frog sitting atop him.

"Because I'm so fast that I'd be waiting stellar cycles for you to catch up to me at the work zone." Spittor replied smugly, his huge optics blinking in the oppressive mugginess.

"I wish you'd both hurry up. I could be out doing something useful instead of wet nursing you two all day. Like anyone would want to deal with two slimeballs like you." The creepy fuzor in back rasped. Buzzclaw rubbing his barbed forelegs together in an irritating manner, his lizard tail twitching at the slow pace.

"Look, I told Magmatron I could handle it by myself. He was smart enough to put two swimmers on the canal project. All you have to do is keep your bug eyes peeled for hostiles while we do the real work." Terragator explained as he pushed through wet clumps of choking brush and mushy undergrowth.

"Yeah, keep your opinions to yourself. At least we're built for this environment. You just got screwed by dumb luck!" Spittor taunted from his perch.

Buzzclaw resisted the urge to grab Spittor and start chewing him open with his mandibles. He swiveled his head around in a wide arc, wishing an enemy would appear so he could vent his anger on something.

Terragator nosed a big log aside as he plodded on determinedly.

"Besides, I doubt we'll find anything in a place as remote and damp as this. Any maximal stupid enough to come out here after us is just begging to be put down." He crunched his fangs together at the thought of tearing some victim apart.

"Less talking, more walking! The sooner you two dig a ditch, the sooner we get back to base!" Buzzclaw snapped.

Spittor puffed his throat out and Terragator sighed as the workers continued into the sweltering swamp. It was going to be a long day...

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A friend of mine started drawing transformers art and it got me thinking of drawing more of it myself. Here are three predacons from the Beast Wars series going about an unhappy mission. I like the idea of the two aquatic types digging a water canal while Buzzclaw remains as a lookout in case of trouble. The mini story came to me during work when I realize dirty jobs are important even if you're the one stuck doing them.