At The Beach (Beast Wars) Rattrap

The metallic rodent-mech paced on the sand, casting glances at the water lapping at the edge every quarter of a breem or so. He kept moving farther up the way to avoid getting his paws wet as the tide came in. He flicked his tail in annoyance only for it to smack said water as a wave chose to rush in at that moment. He shook his head, droplets flying, and regarded the water again with disgust.

He opened a commlink to his teammate of the moment. "Yo, fin-face, you find anythin' yet?"

The hostile growl that answered made him want to ditch this assignment. "I'll let you know when I do, mouse. Not a nanoklik sooner."

Rattrap narrowed his eyes. "Y'know, every single time ya use your vocalizer ta any of us, it sounds like each an' every individual thing that ever went wrong in the cosmos is the fault of each of us, personally."

"And you're chosing to say that now, when this time it is your personal fault we're here right now?"

"Do you mean the sunken bit of the tech, or here on this planet? 'Cause that still ain't our fault."

"The former."

"Yeah, well...This rodent wasn't made ta fly. An' too many of the Preds are."

"So you should count yourself lucky I came along, because you can't swim, either. Some scout you are."

"Fin-face, unless you want to stay down there permanently -- because I can arrange that in a matter'a seconds here -- can it. You don't need to be remindin' me of anythin'."

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