by Insidious » Fri May 17, 2013 11:01 am
- Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
- Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Garrus 9-Southern Wing--Block B
Stormwrecker chuckled a little, even if he didn't really know what for. Maybe it was as simple as the idea of an Autobot, any Autobot, getting punched in the face by another. Heh, yeah. That was probably it.
He had to do a quick run through his datatracks to call up the one that Vroom had mentioned, though. Prowl. He was one of the Autobot biggies, he knew that much. But he was also one of the ones that you never really heard much about. At least he never had. It was always Optimus Prime, Magnus, Ironhide or some 'Bot like that. The ones who were always out in the field and everyone knew when they were coming. Stormwrecker's little operation had never warranted the attention of someone like Prowl or any of the rest of the big Bots.
He remembered exchanging terse words with Brawn a time or two, so that was something at least.
"Prowl, eh? That's impressive, heh," Stormwrecker said, doing his best to block out the ever-growing ruckus that seemed to be overtaking the prison population in this block. He couldn't help but wonder if it was like this in the other blocks right now too. Just what in the slagging face of Primus was going on? "And just what the slag made that happen? I mean...I guess I don't care one way or 'nother, you just don't hear 'bout Autobots doin' that too often. Not out there. Happens in here quite a bit. But prison changes you. And not for the better, as I'm sure y'know."
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Garrus 9 - Cell Block B
"Don't be too hard on him, Umbra. This is quite likely his last functioning cycle. He has to get his sizzles one way or the other," Icepick said, sighing wistfully as he continued to watch the growing clamor amongst the inmates in the various cell blocks, both above and below.
"You say something, freak?" another guard said, walking over to see what had caught his colleague's attention with the Autobot killing femme and now the monster gang member. Mandate was taking care of this Umbra mech. Guess the Monstercon was all his.
"Well come on," Icepick added, now staring at the additional guard while the other appeared to remain pre-occupied with Umbra. "I mean it's not that I blame you. I was trying to be genuine. You Autobots are kind of obligated, morally, to keep us alive. If that's Megatron out there--I think you know he's not under that obligation. He'll probably keep your warden alive. Maybe that pleasant psychiatrist we get to chat with every so often. One or two others. The rest of you, though? I think you guys are aware that there's only one Decepticon prison, right? We don't take too many prisoners."
"Yeah? Yeah!? Hey Tickswitch! Get this cell open. B-32!," the guard said, growing more frustrated as he called out to the cell control room.
"I'll show you who's seen his last functioning day, glitch."
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The Steelhaven--Bridge
Cyclonus had smirked a little and nodded at Hungrr's response as he left and took his team to rejoin the core of the invasion effort. The purple mech stood quietly on the bridge for a moment, watching the battle as it raged on the viewscreen before turning and approaching the massive captain's chair, undoubtedly Fortress Maximus' own for when he was called to command the vessel and not protowatch a bunch of captives. As he approached the chair transformed certain aspects of its design and became a size that he could sit upon comfortably.
No sooner had he assumed the position than Scorponok's transmission came through. Cyclonus wasn't sure how deep he would be able to dig into this ship's command functions and what security measures had been put in place, but he had at least rendered it null from attacking other Decepticon forces. That would suffice for now.
>>"The Steelhaven is ours, commander. I will turn it over to a suitable lieutenant within the breem and join you in the Garrus assault."<<
As Cyclonus spoke, one of the beleaguered, near-dead Autobots quietly pulled himself across the floor of the bridge. For all intents and purposes, he appeared dead--wires protruding from various joints and panels, fluids of various colors leaking from an assortment of injuries and trailing along the floor behind him as he crawled, one barely functioning optic remaining.
But there was a spark remaining inside him, and that was all that mattered.
Reaching for the helm override controls, he began entering a series of emergency commands.
It was then that his activities caught Cyclonus' attention. Damnation. He was sure that every Autobot occupying the bridge was dead. He quickly stood to his feet but Banzaitron was closer.
"Banzaitron, kill that Autobot!" Cyclonus barked.
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The Semper Tyrannis--Bridge
Reflector had known that the moment would be fast approaching whereby the mighty Scorponok would join the battle in full and he would be left to command the mightiest warship in the entirety of the 2nd Expansion Fleet.
Except he had not been. That honor had been bequeathed to Finback. And what was worse, he was not the only one who had recognized that such an action appeared to be something of a minor oversight. Treadshot's parting comment was evidence enough of that.
Simultaneously, the heads on each of the three units of Reflector's body turned to watch the departing Treadshot, their optics narrowing.
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The Spirit of Wrath--Bridge
"You heard the commander!" Upjaw barked. "Back to Nebulos. Give this fraggin' shipyard somethin' to upgrade right off the slaggin' bat!"
He then opened a comm to the other commanding officers aboard their various ships.
>>"Give 'em slag fer me, 'Cons. All Hail Megatron!"<<
>>"All hail Megatron!"<< came the voice of one officer.
>>"All hail Megatron!!!!!"<<< came another.
>>"All hail Mega--"<<
But the closing words of the familiar victory hail were cut off as the destroyer had found itself unable to move out of the way of one of the incoming blasts from the massive defense cannons. It shredded the ship's outer defenses and quickly reacted with ship's hull, initiating an explosion the rocked several of the nearby vessels.
Upjaw for his part, remained calm as he watched the explosion die down on the viewscreen.
"Eh, we can't all be Megatron's favorites. Another possible spot for me. Get us to Nebulos, Tonfist, before that happens to us!"
"Aye sir!"