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Bang

BANG

The Autobots peered out from under their newly found shelter into the darkening terrain. Clouds covered the once clear, blue sky and another crack of lightning lit up the sky.

Hound was instantly hooked on the fascinating nature and wildlife of Earth since taking his first steps onto Earth. They had been on the new planet for a month and the weather had been very dry, not much different from day to day. He had been spending most of his free time away from the base in order to learn more about the wildlife. It had actually become one of his favorite pastimes.

Helms jerked back into the base as something new had happened, liquid started falling from the sky in massive quantities. It was the first time they had seen such an occurrence. Was it like the acid rain on Cybertron? It didn't seem to be the same stuff…

"Don't touch it! You'll short circuit!"

"Your CPU will fry!"

"I don't wanna go into Stasis Lock!"

"Primus, make it stop!"

"Perceptor, do something!"

Very carefully, Perceptor obtained a sample, being sure not to get touched by the substance as his fellow Autobots watched with wide optics. Hound continued to watch the rainfall as various warnings were yelled out to those who strayed too close for comfort, like him for example.

"What is it?"

"I'm working on it." Perceptor mumbled, intently examining the sample.

"Perceptor, is it gonna offline us?"

"Is it safe?"

Carefully, Hound reached out to touch it, fingers stretched out as he neared the boundary of safety.

"Hound! Don't do it!"

He paused at their warning only long enough to register what they had said before continuing on, deciding on sticking his entire hand out into the rain instead.

Some of the Autobots gasped in shock. "Hound!"

Hound collapsed onto the ground, hand still out in the rain, frame jolting once before lying limp onto the cooling ground.

"Primus, why? Why Hound?"

"Perceptor, what is it?"

"Is he going to be ok?"

"We need to get him out of it!"

"Can we touch him without the same happening to us?"

A laugh escaped Hound's lips as he gave in to his own amusement. He got up, pulling his damp hand out of the rain. "It's not gonna kill us. The wildlife is just fine." He pointed out a stray fox, trying to find a dry spot to spend the evening.

Perceptor finished his rather rushed work, "It's made mostly from a compound, H2O, which most commonly known as water."

"But how is that possible?"

"Is it really safe?"

"What if Hound suffers long time injuries from this?"

"Where's Ratchet? Surely he should check Hound over."

A mech gasped. "He left on a walk with Wheeljack before the rain started!"

"What if they're in trouble?"

Hound got up, back against the opening of the base and he carefully took a few steps backward, allowing his entire frame to get wet. He stood there for a little while, watching the looks of horror on the faceplates of his comrades.

"He fried his processor! He's gonna offline himself!"

A wet hand touched Hound's shoulder. He looked over and saw two, drenched Autobots standing side by side. The bot touching him glanced over at his companion, helm fins flashing in delight.

Ratchet sighed, pushing both Hound and Wheeljack into the dry base. "Glitchheads."