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Warcry
2009-10-13, 04:07 AM
With no credible threats from either Gigatron or the Autobots, the Decepticon capital has become weak, rife with corruption and scheming. The Decepticon cause, and even defending the territory they have conquered, has become secondary -- with Megatron far away in Kaon, his officers are more interested in advancing their own agendas than anything else. A massive attack by troops loyal to the Cybertronian Empire has drawn a line under those failings, but it remains to be seen whether the disaster will draw the Decepticons together...or tear them even further apart.
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"Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation; and every city or house divided against itself shall not stand." -- Matthew 12:25

Ungla Cracker
2009-10-13, 06:51 AM
Smelting Pool

Frenzy allowed himself a few seconds to savior Belts painful demise. It didn’t take long for the thrashing minicon to sink beneath the surface of the smelting pool. Blitzwing seemed to be keeping Smack more than occupied, allowing Frenzy to give his undivided attention to Slug.

Frenzy walked towards the injured Imperial crushing his weapon underfoot before he scooped the prone mech up off the floor. It seemed as if Slug was temporarily off line, a wicked smile crept across Frenzy’s face as he responded to Blitzwings inquiry,

“How am I doing? Fine, just fine”.

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Just outside Darkmount Medbay

Rumble weighed up the options, where would the action be? The Smelting Pools seemed more exciting than the Hanger Bay. He decided to contact Frenzy before committing himself and proceeded to open his comm. link.

Airazor
2009-10-13, 10:09 AM
Smelting Pool

Blitzwing: -tightens pressure on Smack, intending to crush him under his tank mode- "Good to know."

Blackjack
2009-10-13, 11:08 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Bug Bite?" Bonecrusher mulled. "What is he? Decepticon? Autobot? Quintesson?" at the mention of the name, some images flashed into Bonecrusher's optic. Being used... and discarded like some worthless scrap of garbage. Having to turn to Autobots- even one as weak as Bumblebee- for help. An army of clones. Then... darkness.

But since this happened before his memory/mind being copied, Bonecrusher knew there was no way he could've seen those images. So there were three theories. One, it's his imagination. Two, Glit and the other doctors were kind enough to input a summary of events into his mind. Three, it's one of those spiritual spark things. Bonecrusher didn't like any of those explanations. Scowling, the Constructicon turned to Long Haul and Gravedigger, "Once this is all over, I think we should pay him a visit. And kill him."
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Cell Blocks, Darkmount

Bombshell, imprisoned in the cell, nodded at Retcon. "How long have you been here?" the Action Master asked.

At the back of his mind, he considered asking Shrapnel for help, and decided against it. Bugs may be bugs, but vile as Bombshell was, he was not going to ask Mister follow-the-rulebook for help. Not after what Shrapnel had done. Kickback?

Bombshell mulled. Would he take offense at that incident during the Quint takeover like before? Better Kickback than Shrapnel, anyway...
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Generating Point, Darkmount

Shrapnel, meanwhile, was not one for self-searching. Mainly, because he was providing emergency power for Darkmount. Secondly, because a group of Imperial attackers are trying to kill him. Shrapnel had killed one and injured another, but there were still two others. Shrapnel couldn't move freely, and he's not at tiptop condition after the beating he took at the various battles he had recently been through.

Shrapnel retracted his right arm, launching a rain of razor-sharp metal towards his three attackers, whilst his left hand held Riposte's dead body as a shield. "You want a piece of me, me? Come get some, some!" Shrapnel screeched, simply too stubborn to accept defeat.

Pulling his grenade launcher, Shrapnel launched a spherical grenade onto one of the still-healthy mech's chest, where the grenade tore apart the Imperial's torso. Shrapnel finished him off by using a bolt of electricity to slice off his head. "Alcaryx! Curse you, Insecticon!" one of the still-alive Imperials hissed.

Shrapnel kept the attack going, using his grenade launcher to shoot the first injured Imperial on the midsection, causing him to double over onto Alcaryx's dead form. Shrapnel grinned as he locked optics with the final mech. "You know what those fleshlings on Earth say about a cornered beast, beast? They're much, much more vicious, vicious."

optimusskids
2009-10-13, 11:34 AM
Cell Block

Retcon sighed

" I believe they have forgotten me. How long has it been since the Reclamation."

Smelting pool

Smack rolled between Blitzwings treads. Attaching himself to the underside of the larger transformer with magnets he began to fit a magnetic mine.

Blackjack
2009-10-13, 11:43 AM
Cell Block, Darkmount

"A couple of years, I guess. Three? Four? Ten? I can't say exactly, I've been caught by the Autobots during the so-called peacetime, y'know?" Bombshell answered Retro. "Ironic, really. The Deceps broke me out of jail, only to imprison me a coupla weeks later."

Selkadoom
2009-10-13, 09:47 PM
Hightower dodged the missle and yelled " Stay out of this its between me and the bird. Interfer again and you'll pay for it.

optimusskids
2009-10-13, 10:37 PM
cell

Retcon slumped.

"that long, guess they forgot me."

Heinrad
2009-10-13, 11:36 PM
Operations:


Quickshot: -scowling- "We don't have time for this. Skyjack, do what you can to get operations back up and running." -raising his arm cannon, aiming it at Hightower's head- "You got a choice, pally. Either help us get this place back up and running, or you get added to the casuality report!"

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Hangar Bay, Exterior:


Thundercracker: -finallly managing to pull himself clear of the debris(the rubble having collapsed on him, flies up into te air, transforming to fighter mode, looking for Casemate-

Blackjack
2009-10-14, 11:27 AM
Cell Block, Darkmount

"Not to worry. Once the chaos dies down, I'll make sure they remember you. We're at a shortage of soldiers, I suppose... although are you sure they want to remember you? I mean, what the frag did you exactly do?" Bombshell asked.

optimusskids
2009-10-14, 11:32 AM
Cell Block

Retcon sighed

"I did something that vexed Lord Gigatron , he was very angry at me I submitted the wrong draft of his speech and i made him look foolish. I fear he will never release me."

Club Isis

Nightstalker hovered above Ravage

"What has become of our race what of loyalty and trust and caraderie. Remember in the Corps it was always one for all and all for one. Now it seems that every faction is riven by dissent and dissatifaction."

Blackjack
2009-10-14, 11:47 AM
Cell Block, Darkmount

"Gigatron's not here anymore, Retcon!" Bombshell said with bright purple optics. "Haven't you heard? Megatron's back! He has taken over Polyhex, and ol' Gigatron has been evicted to Crystal City. This means you could be released when the time comes!"

And hopefully do me a favour. A propagandist would be useful. Bombshell thought. "In fact, if you agree to this, I'll call Buzzsaw or Kickback or someone with authority to bust you outta jail right now..."
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Tinker's Quarters, Darkmount

The green Seeker toiled restlessly over his twin sister's dead corpse, using parts from his sister to repair his own damaged frame. Tinker did not trust CR chambers for more severe injuries, and he did not wish to burden the medics. After all, the Constructicons had been ressurected because they were useful. Would they spend that much effort to ressurect a background, non-entity Seeker like Starfall? Never. Tinker would not like to try, especially not after the appearance of that... monster after the Constructicons' ressurection.

Instead, he sliced open his sister's cranium. Starfall's spark has been extinguished, and being a scientist, Tinker did not wish to tamper in the flow of nature. But Starfall's memory will live on. Literally... The machinery in Tinker's quarters moved and opened Tinker's head armour, and the Seeker placed the memory circuits into his own brain. After a few agonizing minutes, Tinker's cranium was repaired, and he stepped out of the chair, looking good, even better. "Let's do this." he said, both to himself and the memory of his sister.

Starfall's spark was be gone, but her personality, at least some of it, still remains. Even if it had to exist in the form of a split personality in Tinker's head, it would do. For now. Leaving his quarters, Tinker made his way to Operations...

Chip1123
2009-10-14, 03:51 PM
Clench finally made his way down to the Smelting Pool, unsure of what he'd find once he got there. He bust in the room, taking a quick survey of what all was going on.

"Am I too late to join in on the fun?" He asked devishly, his question directed towards Frenzy and Blitzwing.

optimusskids
2009-10-14, 04:21 PM
Cell Block

Retcon 's optics lit up.

"Gigatron gone, Megatron when did this happen? I am a little out of the loop I admit down here."

His voice changed growing wary.

"agree to what ? I do not wish offend the powers that be. just when I look to be released.

Warcry
2009-10-15, 04:09 AM
Outside the Server Room

Buzzsaw artfully dodged Hightower's dishonourable assault, then swooped around and cawed, "Ignorant fool! By attacking me you only add to the already-considerable list of crimes you've committed against the Decepticon Empire! Decepticons, seize him!"

He gesticulated with his wings toward Quickshot and Skyjack.
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Generating Point

Scrapper walked in the room, pulled out his laser pistol and coolly fired at the back of the last Imperial who was menacing Shrapnel.

"If you had told me you were planning on picking a fight," he said to the Insecticon, "I would have sent Bonecrusher instead."
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Cell Block

Kickback had been listening to the proceedings for some time now, a slight smile on his face as his so-called comrade Bombshell tried to weasel his way out of what was, presumably, a well-deserved jail sentence.

Standing in the hall just outside of the view of the two imprisoned Insecticons, Kickback couldn't help but be impressed at his good luck. First, the interesting piece of intelligence he'd extracted from the Imperial spy and now...now this. He'd been on his way to the disused storage room that he'd co-opted for his own personal lair (it was amazing how far away people stayed if you put up radiation warnings), taking a shortcut through the cells to avoid the fighting above -- which he was entirely disinterested in.

A propagandist, hmm? Just the person I need. And Bombshell could have his uses, too...

Kickback took exactly one step forward, enough to frame him in the doorway of the cell block without revealing his identity -- in fact, one of the conspirators would have to look closely to see him at all.
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Astrotrain's Office

"Come up to my office," Astrotrain said, "if you want to hear more, Tracer. I don't want to risk broadcasting anything else, now that his attention isn't occupied."

Aero Blade
2009-10-15, 04:16 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

With no further transmittions from Astrotrain, Tracer deactivated his com, starting to backtrack into Darkmount again. So had been the story of his life reciently - to get so close to action, then for one reason or another, not to be able to participate in it. It was... depressing... somewhat... But then again, the new development was so much more interesting...

It was serious - that much was obvious - for Astrotrain to involve him with such secrecy, but there was still too much he did not yet understand. He was now making his way towards Astrotrain's office, keeping alert for crossing paths with Soundwave or any of his flunkies, his body language revealing no hints of the incident that had just occured. For the moment, he was just the sight of a ticked-off CO, headed to investigate why his earlier transmittion had been ignored.

Blackjack
2009-10-15, 10:26 AM
Outside the Server Room, Darkmount

Tinker reached the corridors between Operations (still standing, it seems), and the locked-down Server Room. He saw Hightower attacking Buzzsaw, and the latter ordering Skyjack and Quickshot to seize the former. Putting two and two together, Tinker shouted out at Hightower, "Don't do this, man! You're better than this... this... uncivilized in-fighting!" the Seeker shouted, but did not do anything to stop his fellow technician.
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Generating Point, Darkmount

The Imperial dropped forwards, decidedly dead, with a surprised expression on his face. Shrapnel looked at the dead body incomprehensibly, before noticing Scrapper. Grinning, the Insecticon spoke jovially to the Constructicon. "Scrapper! It's good to see you in the metal and alloy, alloy. How was the resurrection feel like, like?"

The Insecticon gestured at the four dead bodies on his feet, "Wasn't planning to pick on a fight, but these idiots ambushed me, thinking I was tired out of fighting a Bludgeon wannabe, wannabe. But turns out I wasn't, wasn't." Shrapnel gestured at the totalled generating point. "I'm generating just enough power to bathe Darkmount in light, to power the autoguns and other basic stuff, but we- you- really need to start repairs, repairs. Don't know how long I can sustain this charge, charge."
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Cell Blocks, Darkmount

"Oh yes, Gigatron has been overthrown. As far as Autobot word of mouth could be believed -- for I was still in prison when it occurred -- Megatron rose along a riot when Gigs was gone. Gigs had apparently kidnapped Optimus Prime. Public support earned Megatron the power he needed to push Gigatron's staunch supporters away from Darkmount and Polyhex. There's a Civil War brewing out there..." Bombshell said to Retcon, before stopping.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" Bombshell shouted. He couldn't see the figure, but the Insecticon could hear footsteps...

Selkadoom
2009-10-15, 10:58 AM
The canisters detonated and bathed the hallway in light strong enough to blind a transformer for a few seconds, but thanks to his visor Hightower was uneffected. He heard Tinkers words but did not care for them as he was hellbent on taking down Buzzsaw. Then Hightower started firing his crossbows as fast as he could.

Airazor
2009-10-15, 11:28 AM
Outside the Server Room/Operations, Darkmount

Skyjack: "Unlike the Seeker, I don't have any feelings for taking you down. And I obey orders." -places self between Buzzsaw and Hightower, the flashbang grenades not affecting his Cyberjet visors- " 'Sides, Hightower, listen to reason. Buzzsaw here just lost his brother. He needed to take it out on someone... it just happened to be you. But you will stand down, or I'll make you stand down." -opens fire with missiles and laser bolts at Hightower-

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Smelting Pool, Darkmount

(OOC: What, exactly, does a magnetic mine do? :) )

Blitzwing: "Spawn of a-" -fires a few mortar shells from his tank towards Smack, sees Clench move in- "Not at all, not at all... Colossus, isn't it? Feel free to kill these bite-sized Imps."

optimusskids
2009-10-15, 11:36 AM
Cell Block

Retcon nodded

"I know how little you can believe word of mouth , I started enough whispering campaigns but that would explain several things. the change in personnel etc."

He glanced up as he heard a noise

"probably the energon delivery. It's overdue."

Smelting pool


ooc it sticks to metal.

Smack jabbed the mine towards the space under Blitzwing between his tracks.

Selkadoom
2009-10-15, 03:41 PM
Hightower dodged most of the attack but was clipped by some of the lasers. He heard Skyjacks words and understood the truth that rung in them. "Fine I'll stop I suppose I should help instead of creating more infighting. As for you" he said facing Buzzsaw "If you want to take out your frustration on someone make sure its not me beacause next time I might be a bit more subtle."

Chip1123
2009-10-15, 07:57 PM
"Haven't gone by that name in quite some time..." Clench said in reply to Blitzwing. "I go by Clench now, And you may want to transform before the bug underneath you can do any permanent harm."

Aero Blade
2009-10-15, 11:22 PM
Corridors, Darkmount

With no other incidents occuring to slwo him down, Tracer would soon arrive at Astrotrain's office. Considering what had been happening when he'd last communicated with the admiral, Tracer paused to survey the area as casually as possible before pressing the call button just outside. He still had no idea if Soundwave was in the area, and it would do no good to walk in on the middle of things. Chances were he was likely to be spying on him soon from what he understood of the com transmittion, and it would not do good to get any further on the communication's officer so soon.

Heinrad
2009-10-16, 01:23 AM
Operations:


Quickshot: -scowling- "Would'a been quicker if you'd just let me blow a hole through his cortical relays......"

Ungla Cracker
2009-10-16, 06:21 AM
Smelting Pools

Frenzy smugly replied to Clenchs question,

“Ah looks like you missed most of the fun, slag any half breed you find I suppose except this one”, Frenzy victoriously raised up the limp body of Slug.

“This one is coming with me for some” he sniggered mid sentence, “special questioning”.

Frenzy’s smug demeanor soon turned to one of panic as he turned to announce his departure to Blitzwing. His left hand pointed towards the magnetic mine sandwiched between Blitzwings tracks.

“You might want to do something about that”! Frenzy began running towards cover dragging Slug with him.

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Outside Medbay

Rumble still couldn’t raise Frenzy on his comm. He was less than worried though, he knew his twin could handle him self. He decided to head towards the Hanger Bay in the hopes that there were still Imperials that needed their heads removed.

Blackjack
2009-10-16, 10:41 AM
Operations, Darkmount

Tinker turned from Hightower, who had thankfully stopped, to Buzzsaw. "Don't start. Both of you... it's already chaotic enough without each of us trying to kill each other. We have to put operations back on-line..."

Tinker stopped when he considered Skyjack's words. So the Cassettecon lost a brother... I could relate to that. My sister's dead... Tinker reminded himself, and scowled, his red optics growing pale, his expression lifeless...

Walking up beside Buzzsaw, the Seeker placed a hand on the Cassettecon's shoulder (or a close approximate thereof) and whispered, "I understand your pain... my sister's dead because these Imperial fools..."
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Cell Blocks, Darkmount

"Energon rations!" Bombshell immediately piped up at the prospect of food. If there's one thing the insecticons ever agreed on, it was that food is good. "Give me some!" he shouted at the figure (a.k.a. Kickback). "I'm entitled to energon, right?"
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Medbay, Darkmount

Bonecrusher asked Long Haul and Gravedigger, "So where do we get the materials?"

optimusskids
2009-10-16, 11:39 AM
Medbay Darkmount

Gravedigger trundled along.

"Well it was all very weird this trumped up mad scientist type took you over, not sure how it's classified he was playing you like giant glove puppets. He got you all killed in some grandiose scheme. Some jumped up Flame type but without the intelligence or skill. "

He replied to Bonecrusher

"Not far now just a couple more corridors.

Selkadoom
2009-10-16, 11:28 PM
Hightower looked at Tinker talking to Buzzsaw " How sentimental" he muttered. "Alright who, wants to volunter to go in the hellzone" he said pointing to the blast doors "I've got some special chemicals that should reduce that radioactivitys effect on us."

Blackjack
2009-10-17, 04:15 AM
(OOC: @ Selkadoom : Laserbeak's head isn't in Operations. He's blown up in the server room, which is under lockdown right now and is filled with nuclear radiation, so Hightower can't find it. ;) )

Warcry
2009-10-17, 05:29 AM
Operations, Darkmount

Buzzsaw made an appreciative noise as Skyjack placed himself between the cassette and the flash-bang grenade. When the Cyberjet managed to talk Hightower out of his suicidal attack, Buzzsaw didn't deign to acknowledge his threats.

"Understand this," he said. "You are a minor technician with no rank to speak of. With the Constructicons back, you are decidedly expendable. I, on the other hand, am an officer and the personal aide to the mech in charge of security across the entire empire. If by some stroke of luck you actually managed to hurt me, your carcass would be strung up from one of Darkmount's towers by the end of the day. It might end up there anyway, purely because of your role in Laserbeak's death. So don't presume to threaten me. Your words are naught but transparent, empty bravado, and we both know it."

He nodded toward the hallway that led toward the radioactive pit that used to be the server room.

"That mess is of your own creation. It is up to you to clean it up. No one here is insane enough to go inside with you. Attend to your duties and your failings so far today might be mitigated somewhat."

To Tinker he said, "Your sympathy won't find any welcome with me, I'm afraid."
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Generating Point

"I'm surprised you've lasted this long," Scrapper told Shrapnel. "A few more minutes of this and you won't need me to tell you how resurrection feels -- you'll know it first-hand!"

He kicked the corpse of the Imperial he'd killed over, pulled open his chest plate and started cutting out useful parts.

"I can salvage what I need from them to get one of the generators running, maybe two. We'll need a lot more raw materials to get the whole array back online, but this will at least do for a start."

As he talked, he had already assembled several pieces of the Imperial's guts into a makeshift power regulator.
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Cell Block

Kickback took one more step forward -- just enough to show his distinctive silhouette -- and fixed Bombshell with a blank stare.

"No," he said bluntly. "You're not. Not unless you can convince me otherwise, old friend."

Blackjack
2009-10-17, 07:42 AM
Generating Point, Darkmount

Shrapnel sighed as he sat down on the floor, watching Scrapper as he worked. "I won't be killed so easily, easily..." The Insecticon said, tossing Riposte's bullet-ridden body towards Scrapper. In any case, the Constructicon would have much more use from corpses that Shrapnel could.

The Insecticon rubbed his dented cranial armour and winced. Shrapnel did a self-diagnostics check, and found that he's been damaged far worse than he'd care to admit. His energon levels are down to 48%, his entire bodywork is filled with gashes, cuts, carbon scorings, melted paint, mech fluid and all sorts of other nastyware that he got from the battles in the detention center and his face-off with that damnable Submerge. His cranial armour was dented, his optic band had a spiderweb of cracks on his left side, his wrist cannons are totalled, and his grenade launcher is empty.

It's just as well that the Constructicons are back...
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Cell Block, Darkmount

Bombshell's optics widened, and he was literally brimming with joy and hope. There was an awkward moment of silence, before Bombshell found his voice and exclaimed, "Kickback!"

Speak of Unicron, and he shall come...

"Look here, buddy... you gotta get me out of here! I can't transform no more, and I'm out of cerebro shells... please, for old times sake..." Bombshell sighed, and continued. There's only one thing that Kickback would want from him...

In a voice that was barely a whisper, the Action Master muttered, "I'll make it worth your time, work for you, anything. As long as you get me out of here..." Oh, how humiliating, to be forced to go down on my knees and beg...
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Outside Operations/Server Room, Darkmount

Tinker scowled, and was about to give Buzzsaw a piece of his mind about the Cassette's attitude, but the Cassettecon's ramblings of Hightower being disposable led him to shut his mouth. Instead, he said, "I don't expect it to be welcomed. But if you ever need to talk..."

The Seeker abruptly changed the tone of the conversation to a more serious one, "We need to repair Operations and set it back into position." The Seeker's hands morphed into tools and he entered the bullet-ridden Operations and began fixing the broken computers.
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Medbay, Darkmount

"How humiliating. Defeated by a mad scientist..." Bonecrusher mumbled.

Selkadoom
2009-10-17, 08:02 AM
Hightower sighed and looked at Tinker and said "Buzzsaw doesn't care much for anyone other than himself get used to it" and started on repairing some of operations.

Blackjack
2009-10-17, 08:58 AM
Operations, Darkmount

Tinker snapped at Hightower, "You, apparently, don't care much about yourself. Stop insulting someone who can kill you with something as simple as an order." gesturing to the blast doors in front of the server room, Tinker said, "And you're supposed to be there, repairing the nuclear fallout."

Selkadoom
2009-10-17, 05:55 PM
"Tinker how am I suposed to go in there, the blast doors shut and the radiation is twice the level of Stanix that would paralyze and kill me, not even my chemical could save me. Retorted Hightower "Unless of course....."

Raze
2009-10-17, 11:59 PM
Outside Medbay, Darkmount

"The quicker we get the supplies, the quicker we can rebuild that wall. Then we can start thinking about revenge, though I doubt we'll be afforded the time for a personal vendetta." said Long Haul as he, Gravedigger and Bonecrusher made their way to Darkmount's central stores.

ooc: At least I hope we're outside of the medbay by now.

Blackjack
2009-10-18, 01:31 AM
Outside Medbay, Darkmount

"It's one thing if that Bug Bite guy just killed us." Bonecrusher interjected. "He used us, then tossed us out like garbage. The crisis in Darkmount requires our full attention, but after it's been said and done... I'll kill Bug Bite."

The Constructicon shrugged, "So, Gravedigger, what materials exactly are we looking for?"
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Operations, Darkmount

Tinker sighed, and pulled what looked like a tiny generator from subspace. "This is something Heavy Load and I came up with. It's a portable forcefield generator. Should be able to cover the blast doors and prevent radiation leaking as you repair and decontaminate the area."

"As for yourself, coat your exostructure with this." Tinker pulled out what looked like a large cylinder. "It's a lead compound developed by me. Experimental, but it can handle radiation. I've tested it personally."

That said and done, Tinker turned to Skyjack and Quickshot and whispered, "what the pit happened in here?"

Selkadoom
2009-10-18, 02:37 AM
Hightower took the generator and cylinder then took his chemical and drank it, then put the cylinders content on his exostructure. Then Hightower turned his comm to the drone in his lab "Drone get to Operations" then started to cut through the blast doors

Warcry
2009-10-18, 05:02 AM
Operations, Darkmount

"If I need to talk, medic," Buzzsaw told Tinker haughtily, "it will be with one of my peers, not one of your ilk."

He looked disapprovingly on the seeker's attempts to keep Hightower from melting himself with radiation -- if he'd had arms, the cassette would have physically thrown Hightower into the room already -- but at the same time he was glad to see that at least one of the fortress's working mechs had half an idea of what he was doing.
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Generating Point

"Yes, well, I would suggest getting a full workup anyway," Scrapper told Shrapnel as he worked. "You're obviously crazy, so it would be a shame to lose you."
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Cell Block

"These 'old times' you speak of," Kickback said offhandedly to Bombshell, "would that include the time you left me and Shrapnel to die in space? Or all the times on Earth when you goaded us into trying to take over from Megatron? Or maybe you mean that time when you talked us into working for that human Fakkadi?"

Kickback crossed his arms. "I'm sorry, but I don't think that's the kind of help I'm looking for right now." He looked into Retcon's cell. "You, on the other hand, would be very useful."

Blackjack
2009-10-18, 09:35 AM
Operations, Darkmount

Seeing that Hightower is all settled in, Tinker fixed Buzzsaw with a withering glare before turning back to fix the computers in Operations. "Could be worse." the Seeker said out loud, giving on-the-spot status update to whoever bothered to listen. "Laserbeak made a good job of denying the Imperials from blowing this place up. The defences and blast doors are repairable, but the wires are melted into a mess."
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Generating Point, Darkmount

"I'm crazy, maybe. Stupid, not so much, much." Shrapnel replied to Scrapper. "Damn but I'll have to spend a long time in the medbay after this, this." The Insecticon took a seat on a piece of debris, his relatively undamaged horns still crackling and streaming with jolts of electricity.

"So, what do you think drove the Imperials to attack so... suddenly, suddenly?" the Insecticon said, trying to spark a conversation. "It's not like them to suddenly barge in and blow stuff up like that. The Imperials are usually more... dramatic, dramatic. War Worlds. Cyberforming. Not... hit and run like this, this. From what records I read, I thought they don't care much for their comrades, comrades. Must've been some kind of reason or other, other..."

They taste like tasteless molten slag too...
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Cell Block, Darkmount

"Come on... not you, too!" Bombshell whined at Kickback, wincing at how pathetic he sounded. "Shrapnel put me in here! Caused me to get beaten up and becoming a fraggin Action Master. What, don't tell me you've gone straight like him? You, of all 'Cons?"

Great. Now what? Shrapnel and Kickback refuse to help me. We're Insecticons, dammit, we're supposed to betray each other.

"Don't forget, you were as much trouble to the Insecticons as I ever were. Who led us to floating in space inside an Overcharge in the first place? Whose idea was that?" Bombshell said, pointing an accusing finger at Kickback. It was Kickback's idea to control the Overcharge some years ago, but Bombshell did not mention it was him who led to the fight with the Constructicons.

Selkadoom
2009-10-18, 02:39 PM
Hightower was about halfway through cutting open the blast doors when he heard the faint footsteps of his drone approaching he stoped and turned to Tinker. "Tinker when my drone arrives you have full command over it." Then Hightower got back to cutting through the doors.

optimusskids
2009-10-18, 02:39 PM
Cell Block

Retcon cowered a little.

"um how may I be of service."

Heinrad
2009-10-18, 11:12 PM
Operations:


Quickshot shrugged, trying to pull a damaged panel with one hand. "A bunch of Imperials showed up to play, Tinker. And boy, how they like to play....." He finallly managed to drag the panel open, scowling at the damage beneath. "We shouldn't let them play here anymore. They never stay to clean up the damage."

Airazor
2009-10-19, 03:01 AM
Operations, Darkmount

Skyjack: "What he said." -rummages around the room, tossing unsalvageable debris into one corner- "Although, it's surprising one of them had a nuclear reactor..."

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Smelting Pools, Darkmount

Blitzwing: "What?" -sees magnetic mine- "Oh slag." -transforms into robot mode, uses left hand to tug at the mine, winces as the mine sticks onto his left hand- "It won't come off!" -transforms into jet mode, takes to the air, transforms back into robot mode, pulls out schmitar, winces, slices a chunk of his left arm (the one with the mine) off, tosses the piece as far as he could-

Blackjack
2009-10-19, 04:58 AM
Operations, Darkmount

Tinker winced as something in the computer he was working on fizzled and burst apart in smokes. "Slag!" The Seeker cursed.

Turning to Quickshot, Tinker nodded, "Those Imperials don't have any manners. No self-respect... hey, are you guys injured? I could patch you up..."

Selkadoom
2009-10-20, 01:02 AM
Hightower was almost done cutting through the blast doors when heard his drone yelling "I'm here master I'm here." Hightower turned and said "You're taking orders from him" as the drone entered the room pointing towards Tinker, then finished cutting through the door.

(OOC Blackjack feel free to NPC the drone)

Roadster
2009-10-20, 01:34 AM
Somewhere in Darkmount

It had been a while ago since Dead End had received Motormaster's message. "Go vehicular and find out what the Slag is wrong here." Dead End hadn't particularly cared about Motormaster's tone, though it was a marked improvement over how he used to speak before Altihex.

Were Dead End like the others, he would be scared stiff of the Stunticon leader, who now talked little, blustered even less and was oh so very willing and able to kill. In a way he supposed he had to thank the autobots for making the others see a bit more of future that eventually awaited all transformers and what the role of the Stunticons was in all of it. Wildrider and to his surprise Breakdown were noisy killer types which was true for Drag Strip to a degree, Motormaster wouldn't attract too much or too little attention to himself, hed just begin beating whatever poor slagger was his target or victim to be more precise until literal scrap was all left.

"Enough reminiscing." Thought Dead End as he transformed and eyed the rounded piece of equipment he'd been looking for. It had taken his self repair mode little time to time to put him back in fighting condition, not exactly 100% but being fully recharged made up for it fully. It had taken him a while but he'd been able to avoid meeting up with other imperials thus allowing him to track the most intense area of blankness in his radar until the area he suspected had been of a manageable size, then he got lucky and found the jammer right away. Graduating his airgun, Dead End shot the imperial device deactivating it without blowing it to smithereens. ".... I figure one of the technician types at the labs might want to take a look at this." Thought Dead End as communications returned to Darkmount.

With that he transformed and headed to where Motormaster'd told him radar on and tracking for the next of his mission, not surprisingly he discovered several targets, without hesitation he commed Motormater.

Med Bay

Breakdown and Wildrider were exchanging stories, uncharacteristically the latter listened attentively as the former related a brief version of were and how Motormaster and himself had spend the last Deca-Cycle or so.

Drag Strip checked his gravito gun but also listened, concerned about the top ranking Stunticons showing up out of nowhere and in the middle of a crisis to boot. He'd caught Wildrider's gaze a while ago and it seemed he agreed, Motormaster though had gotten through his suspicions fine though, especially with the entire Stunticon team showing up in the then rather crowded Med Bay without a hint of problems with the rest. The officer override thing with CR rooms had helped as well.

Motormaster oddly enough was the last out of the CR room. Drag Strip had thought the Stunticon leader looked the least hurt of them all but truth be told, he hadn't been paying too much attention.

"Stunticons follow me, we have imperials to kill." With that he transformed and send a silent text message to Dead End for a rendezvous point.

Wildrider's reservations ended when Motormaster transformed and drove off, the others following. He knew that mood and that faceplate and it meant he was in for fun and lots of it.

With that he transformed and followed.

Selkadoom
2009-10-21, 02:04 AM
Hightower stepped into the servor room and was hit by a wave of radiation but the lead compound and pain killers stopped it from effecting him. He then placed the force field generator down and activated it, watching it block any furthur radiation from getting out, as he turned he noted Laserbeaks head among some wreckage and decided to scan for a possible lifesign.

Ungla Cracker
2009-10-21, 02:57 AM
Smelting Pool

Frenzy peered over the support beam he had been taking refuge behind. When he did his optics almost popped out of his visor. Blitzwings severed hand lay at the triple changers feet with the mine still firmly attached to it. It was plainly obvious what must have just transpired seconds before. Frenzy knew Blitzwing was a couple of fuel rods short of a stack but this was too much.

“Just shoot it for slags sake!” Frenzy bellowed, before ducking back down behind the support beam.

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Corridors Darkmount

The Stunticons screamed past Rumble on his way to the Hanger Bay almost knocking him of his feet. Rumble shook his fist wildly in the air,

“Ya slaggin road hogs”!

An idea suddenly popped into Rumbles processor.

Where there’s a Stunticon there is trouble, Rumble transformed to vehicular mode and followed the exhaust fumes.

Blackjack
2009-10-21, 11:41 AM
(OOC: Don't mind if I do, then. :) )

Server Room, Darkmount

Laserbeak's head, with the spark beating weakly inside, stared blankly onto Hightower, the optics, normally burning with red light when not spewing red-hot laserfire, now hollow and devoid of life...

His jaw hanging open in a gesture that other avian-mode transformers would interpret as smiling. He was proud of what he had done, protecting Darkmount from the explosion, proving himself more useful than a cowardly scout or a sadistic interrogator...

The metal on Laserbeak's other parts starting to slowly turn into a dull gray shade, what little remained of his once majestic wings crumbling into dust...

The radiation might have affected the spark as well, as it is now pulsating in an odd way, something a technician like Hightower would notice...
_____________________

Tinker nodded appreciatively as the drone arrived. "Start by getting replacement cables, circuit boards and metal panels. You should be able to get them in the storage room on level 17. Here's the authorization." the Seeker tossed a card to the drone and it obediently sped off. Tinker turned back to the computers and resumed working.

Selkadoom
2009-10-21, 09:39 PM
Hightowers optics widend in surprise as Laserbeaks spark was still burning, even if was a rather strange patteren. He picked up his head and ran out of the servor room towards Buzzsaw yelling "Laserbeaks not dead!"

Roadster
2009-10-22, 09:06 AM
Outside Darkmount

By the time the Stunticons and Rumble had gotten to where Dead End; who's joined a bit later was leading them; the targets he'd detected earlier where mostly gone. Instead what looked like a fairly large drop ship, ramp open, last stragglers getting in.

"You know what to do." Said Motormaster to Breakdown as he transformed and took flight.

"STUNTICONS and rumble ATTACK PORT-SIDE, DRAG STRIP YOU TAKE STARBOARD AND DON"T LET"EM TAKE OFF." Yelled Breakdown taking point position.

At that point Drag Strip separated from the others and advanced later taking cover behind an overturned low altitude shuttle. The Other Stunticons advanced as well taking cover behind the flattened remains of what probably was a huge parabolic antenna, all the while dodging the blasts coming from the drop ship and it's would be occupants, who'd kept disappearing into the ships interior.

"TIME TA BUST SUMTHNG UP !!" Yelled Wildrider running out of patience and opening fire, the other Stunticons doing so as well.

At that point many hatches opened in the imperial ship ship revealing turret mounted high-velocity particle weapons while from above it a veritable windstorm descended as Motormaster's cyclone gun was used from directly above the enemy. Motormaster wasn't having much success damaging the ship due to it's large area, but coupled with Drag Strip weighting down just one side of the ship, it effectively kept them from taking off.

With the enemy turrets and stragglers which numbered a dozen or so on side and the rest of the Stunticons on the other, all attacking, a huge firefight had formed in very little time.


OOC: Looking forward to seeing more Rumble. Breakdown's just yanking Rumble's chain a bit.

Blackjack
2009-10-22, 12:42 PM
Exterior, Darkmount

Autoguns whirred to life as they provided cover fire against the Imperials that Rumble and the Stunticons are fighting.

Whatever were left of Darkmount's brainwashed Peacebringers marched blindly into the conflict, opening fire on the Imperial ship.
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Operations/Server Room, Darkmount

"What?" Tinker asked, even as his shoulder cannon morphed into a decontamination spray and hosed Hightower down with a refreshing spray of liquids. "He's alive?" the medic-cum-inventor rushed over to Hightower and his optics widened at Laserbeak's head. "Bloody slag, he's alive. But he needs medical attention, quick!" the Seeker reached out his hand, in a gesture that made it clear that he wanted to take Laserbeak's head from Hightower. "I'll get him to Hook or Glit. This is way out of my specialties."

Turning to Buzzsaw with a glimmer of hope in his optics, Tinker asked, "I don't suppose you have a spare bodyframe somewhere?"

Selkadoom
2009-10-22, 03:52 PM
Hightower handed Tinker Laserbeaks head and looked at Buzzsaw and said with a twisted smirk on his face "Looks like you can take this one of the list." Then he went back into the server room

Raze
2009-10-23, 12:40 AM
On route to Central Stores, Darkmount

"The schematics Hook sent to us include a list of materials needed to repair the wall. Though I'm sure Hook added those in more for his benefit then ours." Ever the perfectionist that he is. Long Haul replied to Bonecrusher.

As himself, Bonecrusher and Gravedigger neared their destination.

Warcry
2009-10-23, 04:01 AM
Operations

"On hand? Don't be ridiculous, Tinker. If we did, you butchers would have scrapped it for parts ages ago because of the medical shortage, like you did with everything else." Buzzsaw was pleased to see that Laserbeak (or at least part of him) was still intact, but his fury at the failures of his lessers that had reduced his brother to this state didn't abate even the slightest. "Get him into stasis. The Constructicons will have to fabricate a new body for him."

He would have shot the insolent Hightower in the back, had he not already scurried back into the relative safety of the server room.
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Generating Point

"I've been online for, what, forty-five minutes?" Scrapper asked Shrapnel rhetorically. "I'm probably not the best person to be asking geo-political questions. This version of me hasn't even encountered these 'Imperials' until today."
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Cell Block

Kickback smiled. "'Gone straight'? If that's how you want to put it. I've got a nice new job," he told Bombshell, "and I've got no intention of giving it up. I'm not going to stick my neck out for you without a damn good reason, and...well, lets just say that you don't make a good case for yourself, Bombshell. You'd 'work' for me just long enough to jam a cerebro-shell into my wiring" -- something that Kickback had gone to no small expense to install defenses against, not that Bombshell needed to know that -- "and go on your merry way. I can't have that."

He looked over to Retcon. "I work for Decepticon Intelligence. If I eavesdropped correctly, you're an expert in propaganda? It would be very helpful to have someone on staff with knowledge in that area." He paused to consider, then added, "Someone competent, I mean. Not Wingthing."

(OOC: They're actually called Peacebringers, Blackjack. :) )

optimusskids
2009-10-23, 06:09 AM
Cell Block

Retcon seemed to gain stature as he stoped cowering.

"I was one of the best, until the unfortunate incident with Gigatron. Wingthing you say in charge of propaganda oh my."

Blackjack
2009-10-23, 08:08 AM
(OOC: Ah, Peacebringers... my memory's failing me... edited the post above. :) )

Operations, Darkmount

Tinker nodded curtly at Buzzsaw, ignoring the Cassette's pompous attitude. Saving Laserbeak's life has more priority than mindless bickering among the two (three, counting Hightower) of them.

Tinker transformed into jet mode, Laserbeak's head tucked in comfortably (as comfortable as a corpse can get, anyway) on the cockpit. Tendrils snaked out from the area in the cockpit, and began stabilizing the spark's condition, a first aid procedure most medics were equipped for.

"Hook, Glit, I need your help to place a spark in stasis." the Seeker said as he banked through the corridors towards the medbay.
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Central Stores, Darkmount

"Oh." Bonecrusher replied to Long Haul sheepishly as he accessed the files. They finally arrived on Central Stores. "Well, Gravedigger? What're the passcodes to open this door?"
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Generating Point, Darkmount

Shrapnel shrugged at Scrapper. "Ah, I forgot about that, that. So weird to talk to someone who's been dead for a time, time." the Insecticon idly took apart his grenade launcher and began polishing it and repairing it to the best of his abilities while watching Scrapper work.
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Cell Block, Darkmount

Bombshell sagged onto the floor, a defeated look on his face. He hated Kickback for what he had said, and worse, he knew it to be true. He used everyone without emotion -- humans, Autobots, Megatron, Shrapnel, Kickback, Starscream, his armies.... all of them are disposable to him. But... But...

Running out of ideas, Bombshell whispered meekly to Kickback, "Mechs change."

optimusskids
2009-10-23, 11:45 AM
Darkmount

Gravedigger moved forward and entered the code

"trade secret i'm afraid."

Clogs
2009-10-23, 11:17 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Hook finished his self-imposed check of all CR chambers currently in and out of operation, gratified that everything, despite the battle in the medbay earlier, seemed to be in fully operational condition. Useful that the original builders of Darkmount had multi-wired the entire Tower - to ensure the old planetary communications systems had total integrity, to be sure, but it was a flexible system.

He re-entered the medbay proper and crossed over to Glit, who was examining the totalled wreckage of an extremely odd looking flyer. Glit did not look up, probing the torso; scanning the laser-core, Hook guessed. Um, might be recoverable, considering the specific internal layout of a lot of jets, although the canopy being so shattered might be indicative of deep trauma.

Both medics jumped when Tinker commed their names.

"Spark? Stasis?" Glit asked Hook. He rubbed his optics, a gesture gleaned from organics.

"Let us see..." Hook turned to face the broken door.

Blackjack
2009-10-24, 04:59 AM
Central Storage, Darkmount

Bonecrusher shrugged. "Can't blame me for trying."
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Medbay, Darkmount

Tinker zipped in and stopped in front of Hook. "It's Laserbeak. He got caught in a nuclear explosion of sorts. Amazingly his spark survived the explosion, but it looks unstable. I did what I can as first aid, but I think this is more of a surgeon's job than mine." The Seeker removed Laserbeak's head (and spark) from inside his cockpit and handed it over to Hook and Glit.

optimusskids
2009-10-24, 06:50 AM
Central Storage

Gravedigger chuckled

"I think it's written into the Decepticon CNA."

Clogs
2009-10-24, 11:43 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Not the most pleasant sight...

Hook stared at Laserbeak's head with some distaste. The head was most definitely still a head, which was something, but the trailing Spark chamber and core were quite unnatural held out thus in fluid-stained hands.

Glit, however, perked up, reaching with some eagerness for the remains. "Is his consciousness active?" he asked. "The optics are dull; cranial battery is working low, then. Need to stabilise and supplement the power flow."

"The Energon infuser," Hook suggested.

"Yes - yes! Set up the lines, Hook!"

Deftly, Hook completed the task and nodded to Tinker. "Any chance of a spare compatible exoform?"

Blackjack
2009-10-24, 01:16 PM
(OOC: Actually the optics are not shining...;) )

Medbay, Darkmount

Tinker shook his head even as he marvelled at the speed and precision that Hook and Glit exhibited as they work. "No. To both. His consciousness isn't active, and we don't have a spare exoform. I asked Buzzsaw."

Jerking a thumb at the dead Seeker bodies nearby (from those killed by Squawktalk's team some time ago) "We do have some spare parts, though. I'll try and wrangle up Cassettecon spare parts from the morgue if you want, but I don't rate my chances."
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Central Storage, Darkmount

Bonecrusher grinned. "True, Gravedigger. That's what makes us who we are, I guess."

The Constructicon entered the room and made an impressed whistle at the materials stored in the room. "Nice collection. Good thing the Imperials didn't touch this thing. Shall we get the materials?"

Roadster
2009-10-24, 04:04 PM
Outside Darkmount

Several more hatches opened on the imperial ship revealing more ship revealing more automated point defense particle autoguns as well as ship-to-ship impulse blasters all of which started firing towards the Decepticon defenses, soon several of these were no more thanks to Darkmount's defenses but enough remained to provide the ship with a modicum of defense for the moment.

The ship returned fire, unwholesome noises coming from it at it tried to escape the cyclone and gravito guns for now holding it in place.

Breakdown and Wildrider transformed and went around the ship, dodging incoming fire the best way they could but nevertheless sustaining damage, once there they fired at the bright purple-white burst that would signify the exhaust of a less-than-spaceship class vehicle.

Drag Strip had thus far managed to avoid getting hit, but with many of the spaceship's guns firing his way, his cover was being literally melted where it stood.

Motormaster had sustained several impacts already and he was already hurt. He could keep going but he was already thinking of just how to finish the ship before it shot him down or really hurt him.

Dead End now alone had been forced to change targets, his weapon was adequate for dealing with rogue Decepticons or Autobots, but a spacecraft was another matter. The enemy turrets could be damaged if he took his time to aim well, a less than ideal prospect for him under these circumstances, but for now his only hope.

Warcry
2009-10-25, 04:11 AM
Generating Point

Scrapper fixed one last part into place, then stepped back and watched as one of the generators started to whir with life.

"I think I'll call this the 'Riposte Memorial Power Plant'," he said dryly. "Two more to go."
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Cell Block

"They gave him a less-incendiary title, of course," Kickback told Retcon. "'Press Secretary', or something like that." He shrugged. "Of course, they call me an 'Information Officer'. I wouldn't put much stock in any title that Soundwave has handed out."

Turning to Bombshell, he said bluntly, "You don't. Not for long, anyway." He shrugged. "At least, not without a little inducement."
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Astrotrain's Office

Astrotrain tapped a button on his desk. "Come in, Tracer."

Blackjack
2009-10-25, 05:33 AM
Generating Point, Darkmount

Shrapnel grinned as the new generator lifted the strain of providing power from him, "Since it's up, can I go to the medbay now, now?" The Insecticon asked.
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Cell Block, Darkmount

Bombshell raised his hands in mock anger. "I've changed! I'm no longer able to create clones, no longer able to transform! I've changed!"

Scratching his chin, he added in an interested tone, "Inducement? What kind of inducement?"

optimusskids
2009-10-25, 07:43 AM
Darkmount Central Storage

Gravedigger gestured

"the fraggin stuff should be in slaggin bay 45."

Clogs
2009-10-25, 11:31 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Something - anything," Hook told Tinker. "It is possible to put Laserbeak safely into stasis now..." He pointed to the Energon converter flow monitor. "However, we will be unable to run integrity diagnostics until the remains are installed in a unit proper."

Glit nodded, made some fine adjustments to the control dials, and pulled out his jug of Energon wine to take a gulp.

He appears to be somewhat addicted to that particular brew, Hook thought, watching his colleague. Does it supply all his energy needs - or is there some other reason..?

"Ah, it might be advisable to communicate the situation to Soundwave," Hook said, again turning to Tinker. Rather you than me!

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Outside

With hands on hips, Starscream watched the fighting and laughed. The Stunticons were not, it seemed, having as much fun...

What the frag...

Flying was pretty much an exercise of will rather than jet power, but he had had plenty of experience in the past. His ghostly presence rose, transformed and made for the Imperial vessel.

Ungla Cracker
2009-10-26, 07:02 AM
Outside Darkmount

As the auto guns thundered over head Rumble chuckled to himself. The Stunticons certainly had a head for trouble but they were reckless and it was no surprise that one of their number (Motormaster) had already been taken out of the battle and Dragstrip was pinned down. Rumble had had enough of the Stunticons jeers, first Wildrider and now Breakdown

“You human rust buckets aint even worthy of the spark you were given. I guess you just can’t hack it here on Cybertron”, Rumble sneered ridiculing the Stunticons origin.

He turned to Breakdown “Besides no stinkin Stunticon is gonna tell Rumble what to do!” in an action that directly conflicted with Rumbles statement he raised his weapon and took aim. He fired three blasts at the gun mount which had pinned Dragstrip.

Blackjack
2009-10-26, 12:45 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Tinker scowled at Hook's suggestion, but seeing that the Constructicon outranked him and that he got nothing better to do, he commed Soundwave. "Soundwave, this is Tinker from the medbay. Laserbeak has been... decapitated. Caught in trying to prevent a nuclear explosion from blowing up a huge chunk of Darkmount, I believe. His spark survived the explosion, thankfully, and I've escorted what's left of him to the medbay... Hook advised me to communicate the situation to you..."

Hastily, the Seeker added, "Do you, by any chance, have a spare cassette exoform we- they could use?"

Clogs
2009-10-26, 05:42 PM
Outside Darkmount

Starscream headed for one of the surviving particle autoguns, deftly avoiding the beam, and transformed again into root mode. He smiled, thrust his hands into the control computer and temporarily dislocated the stable energy flow with his own.

'OW!' He snatched his hands back, blowing on his prickling fingers.

As the energy rushed back, the gun overloaded and fizzled off.

'I bet no one realises I'm the hero,' he muttered, heading for the next live turret. 'Why am I doing this? Ah - yes! If Darkmount is destroyed, I won't get to rule from there! It's not as if I can go back to my old lodgings in Vos, heh...

Selkadoom
2009-10-26, 08:41 PM
Hightower continued his clean up of the radioactive pit that used to be the server room. He put down a device that would slowly coat the room in lead dust that would slowly bring down the radiation levels so other transformers could come in to the room.

Raze
2009-10-27, 05:03 PM
Darkmount Central Storage

Long Haul transformed to his dump truck mode.

"Let's get it loaded then" he said to no one in particular and drove off to find bay 45.

Roadster
2009-10-28, 12:42 AM
Outside Darkmount


"Yo..." Said Drag Strip to Rumble as an acknowledgment he'd been about to suggest a competition between himself and the former cassetteticon when a single word message showed up on his receptor.

Seeing no other way to go, Motormaster hailed the other members of his unit. As he flew down from above the ship and the others flew up to meet him. A single word was all it took to set it all in motion.

"Combine" was simple as commands were but in the Stunticons case the consequences could be anything but.

Menasor floated above the ship for a split second before flying straight down towards it, Ionizer blade in hand and madness and the promise of slaughter in his optics.

Several other guns concentrated their fire on rumble after he destroyed on of them.

Warcry
2009-10-28, 03:57 AM
Generating Point

"By all means," Scrapper told Shrapnel. "At least, if you think you can make it there under your own power. If not, wait a few minutes and I can help you."

He was working feverishly at restoring the second of the generators now.
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Cell Block

"What kind indeed?" Kickback asked, his voice making it clear that he was toying with Bombshell for his own amusement as much as anything else. "You've already lost quite a great deal, my friend. In fact, it sounds like you don't have a single asset to your name...except for your life. Would you be willing to stake that as collateral to earn your freedom?"
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Operations

Soundwave strode in and made a disgusted noise.

"I leave for a few days," he said to Buzzsaw, "and this is what I come home to?"

Buzzsaw just cawed at him, in no mood for one of his master's airs.

Soundwave would have reprimanded him, but Tinker's comm call came through before he could think of something sufficiently scathing.

"At the moment? No. I used to, but Gigatron did a fairly thorough job of firebombing my old Intelligence Bureau office. I did have an assortment of spare exoframes there. Whether any of them are still intact, I cannot say.

Blackjack
2009-10-28, 08:21 AM
Central Storage, Darkmount

Bonecrusher transformed and followed Long Haul.
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Generating Point, Darkmount

"Nah, don't you worry about little ol' me, me. I'm stubborn enough not to fall off and die, die." Shrapnel said as he disconnected from the mass of cables connected to his antenna. The lights flickered for a while, before the Riposte Memorial generator began to shoulder the weight of the lights.

"See ya around, I guess, guess." Shrapnel said to Scrapper as the damaged Insecticon made his slow way to the medbay.
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Cell Black, Darkmount

"What do you mean, risking my life?" Bombshell asked Kickback sceptically. "You're going to send me on a suicide mission? Frag you." the Insecticon sighed, and realized he had no alternative.

"What do you have in mind?"
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Medbay, Darkmount

Tinker shrugged and replied to Soundwave, "Since I got nothing better to do, I'll go there and check. Where is it located?"

Clogs
2009-10-28, 01:29 PM
Ouside, Darkmount

One of the guns now targetting Rumble fizzled and failed for no apparent reason.

A few astroseconds later, so did another...

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Medbay, Darkmount

"Stablise the two erg levels," Glit told Hook, not even looking up from his own delicate work reconnecting some of Laserbeak's loose circulatory tubing to itself.

"Ah, they are stable," Hook muttered: more stable than when I worked on Scrapper... "Surely your main concern is obtaining fresh oil? Shall I comm and find out if some is available?"

Glit grunted. Hook took that as an affirmative.

'Bonecrusher: are you in any position to obtain two quants of mech-compatible standard oil? Do let me know - I anticipate Soundwave's expression of gratitude to we Constructicons.'

For once.

Airazor
2009-10-28, 01:58 PM
Smelting Pool, Darkmount

Blitzwing: -missing a chunk of his left arm, lands down beside Clench and Frenzy- "So, since it's all about done here, where do we go next?" -hears sounds of explosion from outside- "They seem to be having fun in the courtyard..."

***************

Operations, Darkmount

Skyjack: -watches as Hightower recovers Laserbeak's head, grunts, gets back to repair work-

Aero Blade
2009-10-29, 04:31 AM
Astrotrain's Office

Once called, Tracer would enter the room, but his step was slightly cautious. He glanced about the room as though looking to identify any remaining threats or spies as he approached Astrotrain, perhaps looking for remanents of Soundwave or his minions.

"Well it seems that things have gotten more interesting since I went to gather information," Tracer spoke, making conversation to fill the gap more than anything else. He was not going to meantion the com message he had recieved until the admiral broached the subject, less Astrotrain felt it secure enough to.

Blackjack
2009-10-29, 09:50 AM
Central Storage

"I'm sure we could manage. Mech-compatible standard oil, eh? I think we could bring some with us when we get back to the medbay..." Bonecrusher replied to Hook. "Something of the matter?"

The Constructicon turned to Gravedigger and said, "Hook wants to have some oil, probably someone damaged. Any idea where can we have them?"

Chip1123
2009-10-30, 02:02 PM
"Then lets not be rude. We need to introduce ourselves to our guests outside." Clench said to Frenzy and Blitzwing as he started walking towards the exit, fully intending to revel in the chaos outside.

Warcry
2009-10-31, 05:48 AM
Generating Point

"Take care," Scrapper mumbled to Shrapnel, already engrossed in the challenge of re-engineering the remaining generators from a heap of cast-off parts.
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Cell Block

"A suicide mission? What do you take me for?" Kickback took a step back, an offended expression on his face. "No, absolutely not. If I thought you were an asset, I would keep you out of harm's way."

He dropped his facade of discomfort and said, "I simply meant, Bombshell, that I would need to install a bomb in your head to ensure your loyalty."
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Operations

"It was located a few hundred kilometers north-west of here in the military annex," Soundwave told Tinker. "Of course, the annex has been re-zoned for construction into civilian housing. My ruins should still be intact -- the main construction is going on south of there. But I can't make any promises." He paused for a second before adding, "I've transmitted the coordinates on a sub-channel."
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Astrotrain's Office

"You should know," Astrotrain told Tracer, "simply by hearing what you heard and not immediately trying to kill me, you're committing treason. I won't hold it against you if you walk out of this room and forget it ever happened."

Blackjack
2009-10-31, 06:31 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Okay, Soundwave. I'll check it out." Tinker answered, as he read the coordinates of Soundwave's old bunker. Turning to Hook, the Seeker said, "I'll go and search Soundwave's ol' place for possible exoforms for Beaky. I'll be back."

Tinker walked out of the medbay and transformed into jet mode, flying past a stumbling Shrapnel.

The Insecticon staggered into the medbay and weakly called out, "Need a medic, medic..."
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Cell Block, Darkmount

"Ah."

Bombshell considered it for a while before nodding. "A bomb in my head. You want to put a bomb. In my head. Could be worse, I guess. Deal. But do I get my cerebro-shells back?"

optimusskids
2009-10-31, 08:42 AM
Prison Cell

Retcon moved nearer the bars eager to please his potential rescuer

"surely that means he could infect you and command you to remove the bomb."

Blackjack
2009-10-31, 11:51 AM
Cell Block, Darkmount

Bombshell glared at Retcon before turning to Kickback. "Of course not! I mean, can't you install cerebroshell blockers or something?"

Aero Blade
2009-10-31, 05:01 PM
Astrotrain's Office

"Treason?" Tracer spoke, his tone almost quizical as he cocked his head slightly, as though trying to pretend briefly that he did not see what the admiral meant. It passed just as quickly, his tone returning to business. "I say again, as I said before the earlier gathering, and before Megatron at my promotion - my loyalty is to the Decepticon cause - his name, was never meantioned. I'm sure he knows the difference."

Tracer came a bit closer, stopping at Astrotrain's desk respectfully. "We've seen how long Starscream held this post with almost legendary traitorism, attempting to overthrow him at every turn. Megatron came to expect it, and yet he remained. So long as I prove to be competent, I doubt there is any danger to myself at this time. As I said when I first joined this side of the split - my loyatly is also, and firstly, with you. As well as things have been working out, I see no reason to change that."

Clogs
2009-10-31, 10:37 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Hook acknowledge Tinker's mission, then returned to his checks on Laserbeak, only to vocalise a terribly theatrical sigh when Shrapnel staggered in. "I wonder whether Ratchet has orns like this?" he muttered to Glit before mechfully approaching the Insecticon to offer assistance.

As Glit worked on the case before him, his mind wandered to Bomb-burst, safely encased in a CR chamber with the fluid highly energised. There was a lot of power being channelled through this area; he could only hope someone did not think it excessive... Then there was Starscream's replacement exoform to consider.

Ah, so many opportunities to practise his particular combination of sciences and no time to be about them!

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Outside, Darkmount

Starscream was bored popping guns and, anyway, his ethereal digits were visibly tingling, a dim yellow glow suffusing their Spark-generated image.

Blackjack
2009-11-01, 08:50 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Shrapnel nodded appreciatively to Hook. "Hello, doctor, doctor... nice to see you up and running again, again... the medics we had after you guys left are real butchers, you know, know?" The Insecticon sat on an operating table, and used his hands to indicate his dented cranium as well as his entire broken body.

The Insecticon, however, had a smile on his face that betrayed his scorched exterior. Above all his murderous and psychotic behaviour, Shrapnel has a brain inside his head. Oh, he might not use it often, and he might not follow it when it worked, but the brain is there. Not as smart as the likes of Bombshell and Kickback, perhaps, but Shrapnel is not unintelligent.

He is just a little crazy, a little psychotic, a little trigger-happy. (Or in Shrapnel's case, lightning-happy). Not stupid, no. Thus, he was smiling not because he didn't understand the threat posed to his life by the injuries, but he was smiling because of the deaths of the Imperials he had killed. The enemies he killed for the Decepticons. Like it or not, that got to be good in his records, and might begin to make up for all the stupid things he had done in the past. Shrapnel so desperately wanted to be a good soldier.

The Insecticon began to list the major damages to Hook, "Head's a little banged up and I've run outta energy. Optic band's broken, broken. Cut on the side, too, too. Other than that are minor cosmetic damage, damage. A CR Chamber can take care of the rest, rest."

Shrapnel looked at Laserbeak's incapacitated head and winced (Shrapnel immediately regretted that action, as the action caused the cracks on his visor to become wider). "What happened to him, him?"
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Exterior, Darkmount

Tinker shot over the courtyard where the Stunticons were fighting the Imperial ship. Seeing that he should do something, the Seeker unleashed two torpedoes at the imperial ship before flying on his way towards Soundwave's old office.
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Central Storage, Darkmount

Bonecrusher began to look for the materials that Hook needed and said to Long Haul and Gravedigger, "Okay, let me load up these things up to you guys, okay?"

optimusskids
2009-11-01, 09:03 AM
Central Storage

Gravedigger replied

"we have whole resevoirs of fraggin' oil we have 465 different kinds and its mostly in bays 85-87

Ungla Cracker
2009-11-02, 05:25 AM
Smelting Pool

Frenzy removed him self from cover. The battle for the Smelting Pool was over. The prospect of engaging in further combat was tempting, but he had more pressing matters to attend to.

Frenzy raised the limp body of Slug from the ground.

“This ones coming with me, you are welcome to help me escort him back to Darkmount” he said to Blitzwing and Clench.

The casseticons eyes glowed a cruel red.

“Soundwave will know what to do with him”. Frenzy opened a channel,

-Frenzy to Soundwave. I have something here that you might be interested in. An Imperial who tried to scrap us at the Smelting Pool. And the best thing……the half breed is still alive…………..

Warcry
2009-11-03, 07:08 AM
Cell Block

"Of course," Kickback told Bombshell. "What good would you be as a henchman if all of your abilities are hobbled?" He smiled. "Of course, if you try to use them without permission you might find your thoughts painted on the wall for all to see..."

The Insecticon shrugged.

"Considering all the casualties today, it probably wouldn't even be that difficult to find you a new transformation cog."

Kickback chuckled at Retcon's suggestion. "Well, he could try, but if he gets me to perform brain surgery he'll probably spend the rest of his days staring at shiny things and drooling."

He, naturally, didn't answer Bombshell's perfectly-reasonable followup question. A few months' worth of study on very unwilling subjects had shown him that a simple Faraday cage around the brain module was good enough to provide 97% protection from cerebro-shell signals. Of course, it had taken a few spectacular failures before he and his black-market surgeon had figured out exactly how to safely install one...
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Operations

Soundwave listened to Frenzy's report, then said, "We are through keeping Imperial prisoners and treating them humanely. Interrogating him will only be a waste of time. Kill him, extract his memory chips and run a trawl program on them to see what information you can get out of him."
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Astrotrain's Office

"You would be surprised," Astrotrain told Tracer, "how selective Megatron's hearing can be. To him, the Decepticon cause and his personal grandeur are one and the same."

Astrotrain leaned back in his chair. "Don't be so glib about it. You need to understand that Megatron only kept Starscream around because he knew Starscream couldn't ever succeed. He was a camp, strutting buffoon who couldn't plan more than five minutes ahead. You and I, and Soundwave for that matter, are far more intelligent and effective."

He made a disgusted noise. "And besides, we're not trying to overthrow Megatron. We're using him, like the blunt instrument that he is. If he ever found out, he would take it...quite a bit more personally than a mere coup. I'm glad to have your loyalty and your support, but unless you understand what you're getting into, I won't involve you."

Blackjack
2009-11-03, 08:26 AM
Central Storage, Darkmount

"Oookay." Bonecrusher said to Gravedigger, as he pulled out a canister of oil from the aforementioned bay. "The good doctor wants me to take some, and knowing Hook, he'll be kind'a upset if I don't deliver it on express, 'know what I mean? Guy's more perfectionist than I am."

Although, to be fair, Bonecrusher's perfectionism is pretty simple... 'Nothing left standing other than Decepticon structures'

Sighing, Bonecrusher transformed into bulldozer mode, the barrel of oil tucked in his seat. "Better get this stuff to medbay, before Hook loses his temper. You guys can handle the transport, yeah? C'ya guys 'round." The Constructicon said as he drove off.
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Cell Block, Darkmount

"You have a deal. We have a deal. I work for you, you get me my powers back." Bombshell said gleefully, rubbing his hands together. "Oh, Kickback, you're so brilliantly kind and considerate. I won't waste this second chance, I promise you. And you can trust me... no way am I going to force you to remove the bomb from my head."

Now, forcing a Constructicon to do so, on the other hand... Bombshell began to think about ways to do so, but shook the idea out of his mind. After all, this gambit was his only way to freedom. Bombshell was filled with glee as he stood up and moved closer to the energon bars, face poking out slightly.

"Oh ho ho, you won't regret this decision, Kickback. I'll be the best intelligence agent you ever will have, good friend. I'll take control of anyone you need-" -and anyone I need- the control-obsessed Insecticon silently added- "-as long as I continue living. Come on, you can trust me, right? Now install that bomb already!"
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Above COnstruction Site

Tinker zipped above the construction site near Soundwave's old intelligence bureau office pretty fast, thanks to the new afterburners he spliced from his late twin. With a pang of shame at using his twin's better hardware, Tinker transformed into robot mode and landed on the smoking ruins of Soundwave's old office and began searching for any cassette exoforms.

optimusskids
2009-11-03, 12:23 PM
Central Storage

Gravedigger replied.

"not quite the fraggin description I'd fraggin use but I get your point, lets roll."


~*~

Cell Block

Retcon bowed his head.

"So how may I first be of service."

Clogs
2009-11-03, 02:34 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

"You shall have Energon," Hook told Shrapnel. Truth be told, he was not too keen on the Insecticons, but it would be of no avail to refuse treatment; besides, his personal pride would not let him... He operated a lever on the controls currently feeding Laserbeak and created two glowing pink cubes, which he then presented to Shrapnel.

"Drink slowly," he advised, picking up a scalpel-like cutting tool and testing the edge casually. "I believe you have damage to your antennae; a short-circuit might well result if you overcharge."

Glit joined him, nodded agreement. "You take care of the basics, Hook, and I'll prepare a suitable CR enviroment. Probably need to put in an earth line."

Preferably not close to Bomb-burst! Hook thought, leaning in to examine Shrapnel's cranium and peeling back some flecks of paint with his scalpel.

Aero Blade
2009-11-03, 02:58 PM
Astrotrain's Office

"Unless my memory has failed me, it was you who both suggested and presented me to Megatron for this possition. Whether I'm directly involved or not, Megatron still has strong grounds to concluded that you brought me into the situation to assist you in your endeavor.

"As I said before, I hold no personal loyalty to Megatron, and I have noticed the same things about him as you have meantioned. If you wish to... make better use of his... unique persona... I can see where it is towards the benefit of the Decepticon Empire," Tracer answered to Astrotrain. "Nothing you've said has waivered my opinion in the slightest. Linked as we are already in the situation, now isn't the time for you to have second thoughts about it."

Raze
2009-11-04, 12:03 AM
Central Storage, Darkmount

"Left to do all the hard work, why doesn't that surprise me?" Long Haul said just loud enough for Bonecrusher to hear as he was leaving.

"We better put a call in to the others as well and make sure they don't need anything else. I'm sure Mixmaster will be wanting to stock up on a series of base chemicals for his collection. He's always in a foul mood when he runs dry of chemicals." Long Haul mentioned to Gravedigger while waiting to be loaded. He then sent a coded transmission to his fellow Constructicons asking if they required any further supplies from Central Storage?

Blackjack
2009-11-04, 11:29 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Shrapnel nodded, obeying Hook's orders and began to slowly drink from the two cubes presented to him. The Insecticon took care to move his head as little as possible -- after all, Hook was going to perform something akin to brain surgery and it wouldn't do to jostle around!

The energon was cold and soothing, flowing into Shrapnel's throat and the transformer equivalent of a digestive tract. As his systems absorbed the energy and distributed it over his body, Shrapnel felt energy returning to him as the HUD on his (cracked) visor showed his energy levels increasing from borderline life-threatening to acceptable conditions. "Yeah, antennae are fried from maintaining the generators, generators. It's a good thing this medbay is equipped with an emergency one, um?"

The Insecticon didn't say any more as Hook worked on him...
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Bonecrusher gave Long Haul a slight chuckle as he exited Central Storage, "Look at the bright side, Haul. At least y'got 'Digger there to accompany you."

The green bulldozer rumbled off out of central storage, treads rotating as he drove towards medbay, smoke pouring out of his exhaust pipes. When he reached the medbay, Bonecrusher transformed and held the large barrel of oil in his hand. "Hook... Here's your oil." the Constructicon said, giving Glit and the damaged Shrapnel both friendly nods.

Ungla Cracker
2009-11-06, 05:21 AM
Outside Darkmount

Rumble continued to fire at the Imperial drop ship. He paused for a second, something wasn’t right. All he could hear was the sound of his own ionic blaster and the near by Stunticons. Not being the brightest of mechs it took him a while to realize what the problem was.

“HEY!” Rumble blurted out confused.

“What’s going on here? Why aint they firing back?”

He stepped out of cover completely in the open staring at the drop ships weapon mountings.

“And what’s that funny light all about, sumfin aint right here!”

Rumble scratched his head transfixed by the glow. For a second he couldn’t believe his optics,

“Is that? NO I must be crazy” he said aghast.

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Smelting Pool

Frenzy waited a few moments before replying to Soundwaves orders.

- Trawl program. HEY! Why do I always get these geeky assignments? (OOC G1 cartoon ref :clap: )

“You know what Clench? Soundwaves not fun anymore you know. All this effort to keep this lump of scrap alive”, Frenzy’s attentions turned to Slugs limp body.

“Hmmmm………maybe I can extract his memory cores and have some fun”.

Frenzy grabbed the small Imperials head under the chin and placed his feet on Slugs shoulders. With one almighty tug he tore the Imperials head from its body. The lifeless corpse lay twisted and contorted on the floor. Frenzy took the newly decapitated head and held it up to his own. He watched as the Imperials eyes darkened and his spark drifted into oblivion. He attached the head to his waste for safekeeping. Smiling Frenzy turned to Clench,

“You said something about unwanted guests? Let’s get these gatecrashers.”

With this, Frenzy slung Slugs lifeless body into the smelting pool.

Blackjack
2009-11-07, 05:33 AM
Ruins of Soundwave's Old Office

Salvaging the ruins of an Intelligence Bureau Office yielded surprisingly profitable results. Gigatron's forces did a rather thorough job of demolishing the place, but in the chaos, some part of the office are still left standing. In shambles, but still standing.

In ten earth-minutes, Tinker had salvaged a couple of data-disks as well as some small data servers. Knowing Soundwave, the servers and disks would be encrypted. Thus Tinker did not bother to look into them.

The Seeker medic finally found a few exoform parts tucked in an alcove, in various forms -- spare parts and disassembled bodies for the general exoforms like Ravage or Frenzy. Thankfully, a buzzard exoform was among those still undamaged. Granted, it was disassembled, unpainted and without weaponry, and Tinker's sensors indicated that it had inferior armour. But it's nothing a little upgrade wouldn't fix.

Subspacing everything he found (and magno-clamping those which couldn't fit into subspace onto his cockpit), Tinker transformed and shot off back towards Darkmount.

Clogs
2009-11-07, 11:00 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Every medbay has its generator, Shrapnel, as you know" Hook said, restraining his inbuilt urge to employ sarcastic modulation. "But we are continuing to pull extra power from the main grid due to our patient situation. Your personal bravery has ensured the continued existence of several fellow Decepticons.

"Ah, the oil..." Hook briefly nodded to Bonecrusher. "Exactly as I requested." Although more than I expected...

He returned to his work on Shrapnel, fastidiously removing all stray traces of paint around the cranial area he would have to access to effect primary repairs.

Glit stepped away from Laserbeak to accept the oil barrel, affording Bonecrusher his first clear view of what was left of the Cassettecon.

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Outside Darkmount

Starscream, figuratively leaning against the remains of one of the autoguns to examine his tingling hands in the light from outside, could not help but observe Rumble standing there with mouth hanging open.

And he simply could not resist...

"Is that a rhetorical question, Rumble?" he asked, drifting through the ship's side and down towards the other. "Or do you want an answer?"

Raze
2009-11-08, 03:36 AM
Central Storage, Darkmount

The supplies for the Medbay finally loaded, Long Haul was a little disappointed that his fellow Constructicons had not asked for anything else. Fully expecting them to want something as soon as he returned with the current load.

"That's it." he said to Gravedigger. "We've got everything on Hook's list, no doubt he'll find something wrong with it though."

Long Haul couldn't help but notice the lack of security in place. It wouldn't take much to break in and when someone did there didn't seem to be anything to stop them making off with everything.

"It doesn't seem very secure in here Digger."

Blackjack
2009-11-08, 03:41 AM
Courtyard, Darkmount

Tinker sped towards Darkmount, leaving a sonic boom in the air as the Seeker moved into the hangar bays nearest to the medbay. From the edge of his vision he saw Starscream's ghost. "So I wasn't hallucinating back then. Screamer's alive. Or dead." The Seeker didn't stop, however, but rather he transformed and headed to the medbay.
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Medbay, Darkmount

"Thanks, doc, doc." Shrapnel grinned, happy to know that his efforts to reroute power to the generators had worked. He winced a little as Hook began his repair work, but continued sipping on his energon.

Bonecrusher acknowledged Hook's remark with. a gruff, "Yer welcome." As Glit moved to accept the oil barrel, Bonecrusher's optics widened slightly when he saw Laserbeak's head. As the Constructicon eyed the mutilated Cassettecon, he handed over the barrel to Glit. "Whut 'appened to 'im?" The Constructicon asked no one in particular.

When Glit moved away, he also allowed Shrapnel better view of Laserbeak's head, and the Insecticon stifled a curse. "Damn but the Imps got him good, good."
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???

Laserbeak blinked.
Was he dead?
Possibly. He remembered a fight.
A battle.
A nuclear explosion.
Diving in to save his fellow Decepticons.
Interrogation.
Torture.
Soundwave.
Fighting Imperials.
Buzzsaw.
Those Stunticons idiots.
Megatron.
Ravage.
Frenzy.
Rumble.
Explosions.
Operations and the Server Room.
Why is he remembering things like this?
He
Doesn't
Know.

As his senses returned to him, Laserbeak blinked again. Once. Twice. He felt... light, somehow. There was no sense of space, no sense of depth, of length, width, time, sensation or anything else. As the buzzard looked at his body, he saw that he was something akin to a wisp. Instead of the harsh darkness and coldness in Darkmount, Laserbeak was surrounded by light. Blinding light.

The rational part of Laserbeak's mind theorized that this was limbo. A place between life... and un-life. The cowardly part of Laserbeak's mind (the dominating part) was scared that Primus would judge him for all the deaths and pain he had caused.

Laserbeak watched as what looked like mirror fragments appeared in front of him. In each fragment was a scene from his life. Spying on Autobots. Nestling inside Soundwave's chest compartment. Obtaining the fateful information that would cause the Nemesis to attack the Ark. Being tombed inside the Ark in stasis lock. Revived, rebuilt in a new body. Battles. Endless fights. Being destroyed by Omega Supreme. Then obliterated by Starscream. Revival. Spying on Optimus Prime before the Battle of Autobot City. Charr. Endless bickering with Buzzsaw. Numerous battles. Unicron. Quintessons. Imperials. Galvatron. Gigatron.

The visions swirled and flashed forwards, and Laserbeak saw himself fighting the Imperials in the Warworld during the Reclamation. Then, a few years later, where Megatron returned. Soundwave followed Megatron, and so did Laserbeak. Civil War. Torturing Gigatron's troops. The attack on Altihex. The Constructicon project. Torturing Bombshell. Fighting Imperials. Pressing the button to save Darkmount. And then...

Laserbeak gaped when he saw that no further images appeared. Does this mean he was dead? Because during his deactivation at the hands of Omega Supreme and Starscream, he did not remember things like this. Laserbeak tried to scream in anguish, but no sound came out.
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In the medbay, Laserbeak's spark began to pulse erratically.

optimusskids
2009-11-08, 09:40 AM
Central Storage Darkmount

Gravedigger smiled

"Do not be fooled by appearances the security is only turned off due to a microchip I have embedded in my frame.

He called

"Noughtoids activate."

From atop some racking metal spheres activated and hovered down.

"These are my security force isn't theat right Sergeant Major."

He nodded to the lead Noughtoid.

"Sir Yes Sir always alert and on patrol.

Roadster
2009-11-08, 01:00 PM
Menasor finished his downward charge from floating above the imperial ship. An inarticulate roar all the sound he emitted as he literally charged through one of the imperial ship's main thrusters blowing it apart immediately. Within moments the lumbering gestalt ran the imperial ship's other thruster with his ionizer blade, the resulting high voltage shock destroyed many guns and grounded the ship which had gained a little height, before being violently grounded again.

Menasor saw Rumble and a transparent lookalike of Starscream talking some distance away.

The different components that made him up didn't have much of a problem with the former seeker leader. Though irritating, cowardly and extremely treacherous, Starscream on the other hand tended to be more careful, which meant that although he was more likely than Megatron to leave you in a bind if things got bad, his plans were less likely to put you in one in the first place.

The five Stunticons however had different levels of priority for the destruction of the imperials and for dealing with a possible Startscream apparition, which meant that Menasor defaulted to what he usually did when confused. He roared again and proceeded to destroy all things he could get his hands on, starting with the imperials.



OOC: I apologize for my absence, real life was unkind to me, but I put those problems behind me.

Clogs
2009-11-08, 08:22 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Tinker said..."

A high-pitched alarm sounded from the Energon feed console and Glit responded instantly, wheeling, stopping short in his intended reply to both Bonecrusher and Shrapnel. He cursed quietly, longing for a quick swig of something, instead dragging an unusual diagnostics tool from his subspace storage.

"Hook!" he called out, passing the humming device over Laserbeak's remains. "Memory dump surge!"

"Put in an ampage block," Hook advised, investigating a narrow tear between Shrapnel's antennae.

"It's worse than that." Glit looked at the two dials on the handle of his diagnostics tool; the twin readings would make no sense to any other unit without the advantage of his special background. "His Spark is flatlining."

Ungla Cracker
2009-11-09, 02:29 AM
Outside Darkmount

Rumble didn’t quite know how to respond to the ghostly form in front of him. He rubbed his visor and slapped the side of his head to make sure his audio receptors weren’t damaged.

“But your…. YOUR dead!”, his processor was struggling to cope with the idea. The Constructicons and now Starscream. Doesn’t anyone stay dead anymore? He didn’t understand how or why, even so it didn’t take long for his usual swagger to reemerge.

As he picked his jaw up off the floor Rumble surveyed the damaged drop ship. The silenced gun emplacements had to be seekers work. The smaller (but living) mech pointed his finger aggressively at the specter.

“HEY! I didn’t ask for no help! Especially from a dead second rate mech”

Raze
2009-11-09, 03:04 AM
Central Storage, Darkmount

Inside Long Haul cursed as Gravedigger revealed the security in place within. Though it only changed the way he would have to go about acquiring materials when needed for any side projects of the Constructicons. He did his best to hide this frustration and show an air of impression at Gravedigger's organization.

"Very impressive Digger, it is good to see someone with the foresight to secure an asset such as this. I half suspected it was only the smugglers within our ranks that appreciated the value of these stores ,seeing how badly looted they were in the past." said Long Haul, half relieved that he wouldn't have to rely on those smugglers and their extortionate demands so much in the future.

Long Haul then addressed the Noughtoid known as Sergeant Major.

"I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other in the future Sergeant Major. After all the supply lines are what keeps the Decpticon army fighting." Besides there are other ways and means to secure things I need if you become too bothersome.

Blackjack
2009-11-09, 10:55 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Bonecrusher watched as Glit worked on Laserbeak, and was genuinely weirded out when he heard the comment about the Cassettecon's spark flatlining. The Constructicon, unsure what to do, grunted and walked up near the operating table should Glit require a second set of hands.

Shrapnel, meanwhile, winced as Hook worked on him, and was taken by surprise when Laserbeak's spark began flatlining. "Death shouldn't be a problem, problem. Glit brought you Constructicons back, right, right?"

Bonecrusher shook his head. "That's coz we had the proper equipment, memory engrams and some kind of mumbo-jumbo stuff. Wit' the polygonal whatnot of this room gone, it's gon' be real hard openin' a portal to the afterlife."

"Damn, damn." Shrapnel cursed. The Insecticon didn't really like Laserbeak, but the two of them had known each other for a long time. Besides, through recent events the Cassettecon had helped him and fought alongside him. Better yet, Laserbeak taught Bombshell a lesson in humility. It would truly be a shame to lose the little buzzard...
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"Doctor Glit! Doctor Hook!" Tinker's voice rang out as he rushed towards the medbay, the engines on his boots causing him to fly forwards while deft fingers assembled the exoform parts into a Laserbeak body on the run. "I have the exoform!" the Seeker barged into the medbay and looked around, the assembled body of Laserbeak in his hands.
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In limbo, Laserbeak shrieked as the white light threatened to engulf him.

The Cassettecon saw more than felt his wisp-like body beginning to fade away, and what looked like a spark inside his ethereal body's center began to slow its pulsating. "Wait, wait, wait... I don't want to die yet! I am not ready, not ready, not ready!"

As if to mock Laserbeak, part of the glaring white began to cave into a portal, which pulsed in obsidian-coloured and white tones. Laserbeak did not like what it looked like. Some portal to the afterlife? The Cassettecon did not want to know what it is, and began to backpedal, only to realize, as an ethereal wisp, he did not have anything to push against.... He screamed again...

Clogs
2009-11-09, 11:36 PM
Outside Darkmount

Starscream hissed at Rumble, "That's great coming from a third rate loser!"

He moved closer to the smaller unit, leaned over him exuding a wash of ethereal coldness.

"Next time, I shall leave you to perish in the miserable manner you deserve."

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Medbay, Darkmount

"I... can't... stop it!" Glit shouted at Hook. "I've got an expanding nexus reading!"

Hook stared at the other medic; what on Cybertron was he on about? "Can you set an auto-rebuild on the core?" he asked, pausing in his own work.

"Nothing to feed the command through," Glit pointed out helplessly, watching (literally) the wisp of Laserbeak's functionality start to slip away.

Then Tinker burst in, presenting them with a somewhat misshapen but recognisable exoform. In an instant, Glit signed him over and said, "Put it down here - yes, now I might get somewhere."

Ungla Cracker
2009-11-10, 06:30 AM
Outside Darkmount

A chill ran through Rumbles chassis as the phantom Starscream loomed over him. The smaller bot alarmed and visibly shaking. Still he stood his ground and cursed back through clenched teeth.

“I aint no third rate loser”, with this he raised his weapon and fired a round of laser which traveled effortlessly through the phantom. Rumble stared down at his pistol with a look of panic and confusion,

“What! What’s wrong with my weapon?”

optimusskids
2009-11-10, 07:22 AM
Central Storage

The Noughtoid extruded an arm and saluted

"Yes sah I'm sure this is the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship Sah, any friend of ole Digger is a friend of mine."

Blackjack
2009-11-10, 11:20 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Tinker nodded as Glit called him over. "Now, I understand that this exoform is hastily constructed. It was disassembled in Soundwave's old office, see, and I had to do a particularly rushed job of assembling it mid-flight between there and Darkmount, so while it is not in peak working conditions it should be able to sustain a spark-"

"Talk less." Bonecrusher said, moving away so that Tinker could place Laserbeak's new body near Glit. "Do more."

"Yes, yes." Tinker said, nodding as he placed the body next to Glit, "I'll gather up some materials not found in the spare parts but essential for, well, life."

Bonecrusher beat Tinkrer to the punch. When Tinker turned around, the Constructicon had wandered over to the supplies cabinet in the medbay and pulled out a welding torch and a few life-support chemicals, as well as an energon supply cell, hydraulic fluids and wires. "Y'mean all o' this, dont'cha doc?"

Tinker nodded as opened a panel and, with Bonecrusher's help (or supervision, depending on who's viewpoint), began to install the energon pump. After all it won't do for a spark to enter the exoform and die for lack of energon. "You can move the spark or whatever you could do, Doctor Glit..." Tinker said.
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In limbo, the faces of those closest to Laserbeak -- Soundwave, Buzzsaw, Megatron, Ravage and the rest of the Cassettecons -- appeared around his vision and seemed to fade away. Those who recently played a part in his life, such as Hightower, Skyjack, Quickshot, Motormaster, Bombshell and the Constructicons also whizzed by as he was pulled closer to the portal-like thing that Glit had referred to as a 'nexus', so to speak. Laserbeak finally got a clear view at the world on the other side of the portal. It was something akin to a Matrix, filled with sparks and spirits...

Finally, to Laserbeak's already terrified mind, what vaguely looked like the disembodied spirits of dead Decepticons could be glimpsed at the other edge of the portal. While the shapes were unclear, Laserbeak thought he could make out the forms of Squeezeplay. And Mindwipe. Scourge. Ratbat. Sparkstalker. Skywarp. Galvatron. And loads of other dead people he couldn't name, appearing and disappearing in the misty place. Laserbeak would've sprung a leak if he still had a corporeal body.

"No no no no no! I'm too young to die, I'm not ready to die! Damn it all, I don't want to die!"

The truth is, Laserbeak's more scared of spending eternity in the Pit (or the Matrix, or the Well of All Sparks, whatever this thing is called) without someone he knew to keep him company. He was also deathly scared of meeting ghosts. (It hadn't occurred to him that he might as well be one now.)

Clogs
2009-11-10, 12:53 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

"That's great!" Glit exclaimed as Tinker set to work - aided by Bonecrusher! He struggled with the Energon flow, trying to boost Laserbeak's fading Spark. "I need an input uplink soonest; is there a modulator board somewhere to act as the jump?"

"Please, do excuse me," Hook told Shrapnel and stepped over to the shattered remains of the Seeker-like unit on their gurney. In a trice, he had thrust his left hand into the hole burnt into the canopy and used the cutter he already held to slash off the wires trailing from what he dragged forth. "How about this?"

"Tinker?" Glit asked, concentrating on his delicate task and managing - just - to hold the Spark this side of the nexus.

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Outside Darkmount

"There's nothing wrong with your weapon, you simpleton," Starscream sneered at Rumble. "You cannot harm me. I'm..." He paused, considered. "DEAD!"

Inside, he added, ruefully, 'again'...

Chip1123
2009-11-10, 09:37 PM
"I have a feeling..." Clench said to Frenzy as the smaller bot dumped the lifeless body into the the smelting pool, "You'll get your chance at fun. Soundwave will let you keep one or two alive, if only for sport."

Warcry
2009-11-11, 05:38 AM
Cell Block

"Deactivate yourself," Kickback told Bombshell icily. "I'll have one of my drones drag you to my...office, we'll call it, to work on you."

He smiled slightly at Retcon's question. "Once our friend here is asleep, I'll run you through your job."
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Operations

Soundwave heard -- and ignored -- Frenzy's childing whinging for a few seconds before the line was cut.

Buzzsaw perched on his shoulder, and the expression on his face suggested that he would have tried to slice up the other cassette if he'd been in the same room.

"That delinquent needs to learn a lesson in respect," he grumbled.

"Perhaps," Soundwave agreed, "but I sincerely doubt that he's responsible for your foul mood."

"No, that would be the ragged carcass that used to be Laserbeak that's sitting in the medbay."

"Laserbeak," Soundwave said flatly, "might never recover. If he doesn't, I will need to rely on you more than ever. You cannot continue to wander around Darkmount taking your frustration out on everyone that you see."

Buzzsaw scowled. "If I wasn't surrounded by idiots, I wouldn't have to tell everyone I meet that they're an idiot."

"Be that as it may," Soundwave told him, "get over it. If you can't do your job, I'll find someone who will."
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Astrotrain's Office

"That's the answer I was hoping for," Astrotrain told Tracer. "Now tell me...what do you think it would take to bring the Decepticon Army back together again under one flag? Because that, my friend, is the ultimate goal of all of this intrigue."
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Generator

Scrapper stepped back and examined his finished work, a satisfied look on his face.

Ungla Cracker
2009-11-11, 07:23 AM
Smelting Pools

Frenzy took a few seconds to watch the headless corpse sink beneath the surface of the smelting pool. Memory core errands and computer scans did not appeal to Frenzy in the slightest but annoying Soundwave was not an option. He responded to Clench coolly with little emotion. He had already decided to take the memory cores and run the trawl program with or without an escort. He would prefer to have some company for the journey though.

“Well fun will just have to wait. Slag knows the last thing I want to do is cross Soundwave. I better get this bucket of bolts to some tech who knows what they are doin”.

Frenzy bowed his head and gestured towards Darkmount,

“So ya slag pile you comin or what? Ya neva know we might find some Imperials to bash on the way. Oh and by the way you know anything about trawl programs?”

Blackjack
2009-11-11, 11:48 AM
Cell Block, Darkmount

Bombshell grudgingly nodded at Kickback and stood still. With a whining hum, Bombshell placed himself into stasis lock and stood motionless as a statue...
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Medbay, Darkmount

"What? Oh, sure. That should work, just about." Tinker said, as he moved over to receive the modulator from Hook. After receiving it from the Constructicon, Tinker mumbled thanks as the Seeker medic installed the component into Laserbeak's new exoform.

Bonecrusher, meanwhile, aimed to keep the body as functional as possible for the ressurection gambit, and welded another bunch of wires into the body. "Heh, who says medic work is dull?"

"Tellin' me." Tinker said while the two installed the modulator. "Okay, Glit, try it."

From the other side of the medbay, Shrapnel watched the medics work in a morbid frenzy. "If it can help, I could supply you with electricity. Lots of it, it. Just saying, in case you doctors need some, some."

"No, Shrapnel." Bonecrusher rumbled. "Not yet, anyway."
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In limbo, Laserbeak was pulled towards the rim of the nexus when he felt a tug. Not a strong one, but it was there, counterfighting the suction that he felt from the pull into the portal. What could be described as winds buffeted Laserbeak's body, although as a wisp he couldn't feel pain or even annoyance.

"Someone's helping me..." Laserbeak thought, and the Cassettecon banished all thoughts of cowardice and giving up, and concentrated on getting his spark back onto the land of the living. Inch by inch, he began to move slightly more towards the area where the blinding light first enveloped him...

But death does not give up so easily. The winds grew stronger, and what looked like a skeletal claw began to reach towards Laserbeak. In a continuation of his series of uncharacteristic bravery, Laserbeak shrieked in rage (instead of fear) as he shouted, "I. Want. To. LIVE!"
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In real life, Laserbeak's spark began to beat stronger and stronger. Still fading, but it was beating stronger, thanks to Glit's efforts and Laserbeak's willpower...

Roadster
2009-11-11, 01:15 PM
The huge mecha savaged the remains of the imperial drop ship and all the mechs within with the insane savagery that characterized him.

Seeing what looked like a wounded imperial. Menasor Laughed boisterously as he cut off his legs with his sword.

With the comparative strength of a firecracker, for the gestalt, a blast hit Menasor from behind. "Buzz off" Said the gestalt throwing the headless torso of an apparently dead imperial mech towards Rumble.

After tearing of the arms of his captive imperial. Menasor continued destroying the imperial ship and its contents until there was nothing but scrap left. The screams of the dying apparently making the over sized Decepticon happier.

Once done he picked up his one imperial toy left and burned it's faceplate with his ionizer blade, while carrying his grisly cargo back to Darkmount, an unsettling chuckle all the noise he made, pausing to look towards Rumble one last time. Menasor entered Darkmount through one of it's oversized entrances.

Ungla Cracker
2009-11-12, 05:23 AM
Outside Darkmount

Rumble was momentarily distracted as the lifeless Imperial body landed at his feet, Rumble looked back to see the gargantuan form of Menasordisappear back into Darkmout. He muttered to himself,

“That worthless oversized scrap pile”, his attention quickly returned to the ghostly figure in front of him. Rumbles processor began running various hypnosis, the result computed was that if Rumble could not harm Starscream then the spook could probably not harm him. Any apreahension Rumble may have felt about the specter had now completely dissolved.

“HA HA! So you are dead I mean REALLY dead this time huh? So that means you cant hurt me right?” Rumble took a few seconds to consider the prospect as a mocking smile spread across his face,

“There’s sumfin I’ve been meaning to ask you for a long time now……so what was it like to get blasted by Galvatron that time? At your *cough* coronation? I mean I’ve seen a lot of powerful weapons before but sweet Primus that looked painful!”

Clogs
2009-11-12, 10:29 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Shrapnel, I agree with Bonecrusher, but perhaps not for the same reason. I would advise against employing your electrical powers until I have given permission to do so," Hook said, returning to his patient. "Hm, I believe I will have to open your cranial posterior segments a trifle..."

Glit looked at Tinker's work and nodded. "This could be risky," he murmured, running a jack out of his own chest. "But it's the only way to guarantee getting a fix into his core."

Carefully, he connected to the modulator, hoping it's scarred surface did not reflect unseen damage. When that seemed okay, he started to feed through the necessary data packages to stabilise Laserbeak's physicality; no need for anything more mystical. However, the success of his intervention rather depended upon Laserbeak wanting to stay functional...

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Outside Darkmount

"You dare to ask me that!"

Starscream's vocals reached an outraged pitch that would be painful to any audials not adjusting quickly enough.

He looked at the beaten up body. Taking a living unit was a relatively simple matter, but taking one already deceased was even easier; it was not as if the offline systems needed to support his personality upload or Spark.

So, he segued into the offlined mech and the optics began to shine redly.

Aero Blade
2009-11-13, 04:16 AM
Astrotrain's Office

"Not an easy question to answer. So many mechs are motivated by so many different things," Tracer answered. He had taken to moving around the office again, albeit briefly. He resettled himself against a wall, leaning on it and crossing his arms as though to make himself comfortable but was not interested in sitting at the moment. Tracer always found it easier to think while standing, perhaps conditioning from all of his previous time out in the field. Even now, desks still did not settle with him.

"Fear and profit certainly are powerful motivators, but their effectiveness diminishes far more quickly than they are worth. Megatron's unique persona and history also attract quite a bit of attention, be it fear or zealotry, but it is not enough to sway everyone, or Gigatron certainly would be without troops," Tracer spoke, as though thinking outloud.

"Though what motivates most, above all else, is personal self-interest. Each mech chose to one side or another because they felt there was the most to gain. That would be why my former teammates slunk out of their exile - the opportunity to improve their previous situation, with the old leader being gone. If Gigatron were to dissapear, that would certainly win us some troops," Tracer spoke, turning his attention fully back to Astrotrain. "But I doubt that a task we could easily accomplish, or how effective it would be."

Blackjack
2009-11-13, 10:06 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Okay, whatever you say, say." Shrapnel replied to Hook, and became still as he waited for the Constructicon surgeon to work inside his head. The Insecticon would rather not have the surgeon make a mistake while operating inside his cranium...

Tinker and Bonecrusher, meanwhile, both took a step back as Glit hooked up onto Laserbeak's body, the former pulling out a surgical scalpel in case the operation went wrong and Glit had to be forcibly disconnected from Laserbeak...
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In limbo, Laserbeak felt what could be described as a data surge, something that was pulling him back into the land of the living. Laserbeak screeched as the shadowy claws grew nearer, and shouted, "This is not my time yet! I will not die! Not here, not now!"

Glit's data packages that would stabilize Laserbeak's personality seemed to do its trick, as Laserbeak felt a strong force pulling him away from the portal. Laserbeak wanted to live desperately. "Let me LIVE!" the Cassettecon shrieked, hoping whoever was trying to bring him back would hear him. The spark that embodied Laserbeak's soul beat harder....
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In real life, Laserbeak's spark began to slowly float away from his dead head (much to Bonecrusher's surprise) and moved towards Glit and his new body. As those in the medbay watched, the spark crackled and pulsed as it entered its new body...

"Um, Glit... was that supposed to happen?" Bonecrusher asked uncertainly. "It looked good. Is it good?"

Chip1123
2009-11-13, 09:15 PM
"Soundwave should be respected, yes..." Clench began, " Tread lightly around him, and be careful what you say. His reach is further that most think. But he can be bargained with, and knows his place as well."

"As for your program," Clench said to Frenzy, "I'm a strategist and a warrior. I leave coding to subordinates."

Roadster
2009-11-14, 02:02 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

The Stunticons transformed into their individual components and took the badly mangled and mutilated imperial and headed towards medbay.

"Shut it up" Was all that Motormaster said to Drag Strip as he passed the prisoner to Breakdown.

"Ahh... there." Said Drag Strip tearing open the compartment where the voice modulator would be, and tearing it out. "The defenses around and within Darkmount couldn't have been less coordinated even if someone tried to make it so." Commented Drag Strip to the other Stunticons.

"Although pointless it is best if we investigate the problem ourselves for now." Said Dead End.

"Investigate, schmectigate, you find an imperial slagger, a Gigatron flunkie, a Junkion, a Quintesson or most specially an Autobot and shoot'em and shoot'em again 'till they flatscan or you save'em fer sum fun later if ya have a couple 'o blades handy." Said Wildrider offhandedly.

"While I agree that we haven't killed enough slaggers, I think there's more to it than we're seeing. Be ready for a fight Stunticons and do not separate." Said Breakdown still holding the imperial as Drag Strip "worked" on it.

"Wazza madder Breakie..." Started Wildrider "... 'fraid someone gonna look at 'ya too much without protection."

"Chances are there an imperial infiltrate or worst an incompetent clown at command looking for scapegoats. You willing to bet your life on things going on same-old, same-old ?" Answered Breakdown to which Wildrider didn't find an answer before they entered Medbay.

"I'll need you after you're done." Said Motormaster to Hook as the latter worked.

Clogs
2009-11-14, 10:03 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Glit reeled. He could feel Laserbeak struggling, phantom wings beating in the atmosphere close by him; and, yes, he did hear that desperate shout - "Let me LIVE!"

What he had not anticipated was that the Spark, once he managed to secure it from further entering the nexus, would enter him...

Awareness went white.

"Let me LIVE!" he yelled, but in the Cassettecon's vocals.

~~~

Hook was trying to concentrate on Shrapnel, delicate fingers easing blackened wiring free from their terminals inside the Insecticon's helm. It was imperative to replace them promptly. Normally, he could focus without any difficulty, but Glit's own job was turning into a side-show...

And then the Stunticons strode in. It was a small mercy that Motormaster did not try to bully him into tending to his team's immediate needs, however minor.

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Outside Darkmount

The damaged limbs were stiff, but Starscream forced power back into them and made the body stand. Of course, this power was coming from his own Spark and could not be sustained for long, but Rumble need not know that, heh...

He let the half-severed head loll and reached out with one fluid-dripping, shattered hand. The vocaliser was beyond his absolute control, too.

"Ssssoo, yoooou wanntttt know wha' it'ssss like tooo dieeee?"

Blackjack
2009-11-15, 05:31 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Bonecrusher and Tinker both exchanged nervous and shocked glances with one another when Glit began speaking in Laserbeak's voice. "That ain't good. What do we do now?" Tinker asked.

"Beats me. Ain't you th' one wit' medical experience? I'm just a builder." Bonecrusher retorted, cautiously approaching Glit.

"I'm a general medic, not a spark-transplant surgeon..." Tinker replied, "You're a Constructicon for Primus' sake-"

"I'm no Hook, in case you haven't noticed." Bonecrusher retorted, before turning to his surgeon counterpart. "Doc-boss, whadda we do now?"

"Glit? Laserbeak? Can you two hear me?" Tinker queried, as he slowly approached the two Cassettecons.
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Shrapnel flashed Motormaster a dangerous grin. Certainly, the Insecticon still remembered the idiocy of the Stunticon leader when he convinced them to attack Iacon. Shrapnel personally blamed Motormaster for the failure of the planning, but then Shrapnel hated himself for following the Stunticon's plan. Unlike Bombshell, however, Motormaster had not done anything to merit Shrapnel's attention to give a reason to chuck him into the brig.

Not that I am stupid enough to pick a fight with a gestalt... Shrapnel thought, still grinning.
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Inside Glit's Mind

"Let me LIVE!" Laserbeak found himself residing inside a physical, corporeal body... Only, when he blinked, the sight that greeted him was, to his utter shock, his own body.

The Cassettecon looked at his surroundings... he recognised Darkmount's medbay, as well as Tinker and Bonecrusher looking anxiously at him. Something felt... odd. Laserbeak looked down at his... paws? Paws? He didn't have paws. Unless....

Something clicked inside Laserbeak, and he realized he was trapped inside Glit's body. Laserbeak closed his eyes and found himself appearing in what seemed to be Glit's consciousness, appearing as a phantom bird again. Laserbeak called out desperately. "Glit? Where are you?"

Ungla Cracker
2009-11-17, 03:15 AM
Outside Darkmount

It was obvious to anyone that who or what ever was controlling the dead Imperial was having some difficulty. Scans of the walking wreck showed that it wouldn’t take too much to send it tumbling to the floor.

The unnatural movement was providing some amusement, Rumble goaded on the deceased seeker.

“You will have to do better than that Starscream! Looks like that new body of yours has the shakes!” Rumble side stepped the lumbering corpse and transformed into pile driver mode. Rumble lightly tapped the ground once intending to send the corpse tumbling to the floor.

Warcry
2009-11-17, 04:37 AM
Cell Block

Kickback smiled. "Your first job," Kickback told Retcon, "will be to collate all the information you can find on cranial bombs and turn it into something sufficiently terrifying that Bombshell here won't try to eat us in our sleep."

As he spoke, he pulled a nanotech injector out of his chest compartment and jammed it against Bombshell's neck.

"Of course, it will have no relation to what I'm actually doing to him. If he's looking for a bomb and can't find it, he won't be looking for this..."
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Astrotrain's Office

"No," Astrotrain told Tracer, "eliminating Gigatron wouldn't in and of itself put an end to our problem. Those of his men who chose his side because of personal loyalty would be hardened against us even more, and those of them who sided with Gigatron because they hated Megatron...well, they'll still hate Megatron. The only ones we would win over that way would be the opportunists and the mercenaries."

Astrotrain got up from behind his desk and walked over to the large window that made up one of the walls of his office.

"Of course, Megatron would never admit that, because it would mean admitting that he's as flawed and fallible as the rest of us. Thus, if we're going to accomplish anything, we'll have to do it in spite of him."

Roadster
2009-11-17, 12:18 PM
Medbay


Annoyance was starting to become visible in the faceplates of the Stunticons except for Motormaster's which was almost unchanged. Despite appearances the other Stunticons knew better than to get out of line unless their leader allowed it. If anything Altihex had made Motormaster more subtle in his methods and colder as well as more cruel if such was possible.

Motormaster for his part waited while watching every detail of Hook's work on Shrapnel.

Blackjack
2009-11-22, 01:14 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Shrapnel looked at Motormaster while Hook worked on repairing him. "Where have you been, been? You weren't with us when we got back from Altihex, Altihex."

And to think I thought I'd seen the last of you, glitch-head. Shrapnel thought darkly.
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Tinker and Bonecrusher looked at each other, then at Hook, the expressions on both their face signifying their helplessness in the situation. One was a builder, a demolitions artist or someone who could patch up wounds. One was a Seeker with a love for inventing, who was forced to become a medic due to neccessities. While both could repair wounds and attach limbs, this situation was decidedly what none of them were trained for.
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In Glit's mind, the phantasmic visage of Laserbeak floated around, calling out his medic comrade's name...

Raze
2009-11-22, 02:16 PM
Central Storage, Darkmount

Long Haul was pleased at the Noughtoid's response, the easier his visits to Central Storage were the quicker he could get the jobs he disliked most over with. Of which he now had to get these supplies back to the Medbay. Get the wall repaired and move on to bigger and better things hopefully.

"Good to see you've both got everything under control. I'm going to take this lot to the Medbay before the others have anything to complain about. You're welcome to come along Digger if you've nothing better to do." Long Haul said.

Long Haul revved his engines and proceeded to head for the entrance doors on his way to the Medbay.

Clogs
2009-11-22, 11:00 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Hook, in actual fact, could not abandon his work on Shrapnel without the Insecticon suffering a serious internal shock from his own battery systems. He finished re-connecting the most important terminals and re-insulating Shrapnel's servo mechanisms before even looking up.

"One exoform, it is said, cannot retain two Sparks."

He had noticed Motormaster was paying an inordinate amount of attention to the repairs. Perhaps he was admiring a masterful job? As much as Hook liked that thought, he was not vain enough, contrary to others' expectations, to believe it. No, he wondered what the black Stunticon hoped to gain from the lesson.

"I am afraid that I have no experience of such an unusual occurance. Ah, and the only possible expert appears to be the victim!"

~~~

Inside the whiteout, Glit flailed as he seemed to be tumbling over and over, falling and falling while remaining absolutely still. He was, to all intents and purposes, insensate, yet acutely aware of the cold, the light, the constant sound of wind blowing and his own yowls. The conflicting inputs from his circuitry were so impossible, his logic systems had become stuck, like one of those ancient computers trying unsuccessfully to calculate pi.

What was happening to him?

He was pretty certain that his core functions were still operative... somewhere...

Glit? The wind was calling his name. How peculiar. After some immeasurable while, he decided to reply and shouted, "Who's there?"

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Outside Darkmount

Starscream was not best pleased. But, then again, it had always struck him that Rumble was just too plain stupid to experience fear of something beyond his capacity. And the little fool's usual response was to flap his processor, have a laugh and, in extremis, attack.

He swayed with the concussion Rumble set up, but rather than fall, used the impetus to lunge, the remains of the hands grasping for Rumble's throat.

Aero Blade
2009-11-23, 05:10 AM
Astrotrain's Office

"That still leaves the matter of swinging powerful loyalties," Tracer answered, coming to stand nearby to Astrotrain, taking time to look out the window as well.

"I supose I could have previously been included in that lot, though not on the same teir as the Galvatron zealots," He spoke. "His long absence has made transitioning to a new leader easier, but I would also have shared a great distain if someone had decided to 'remove' him from the office. I wager though you wish to plan something a tad more expedient."

Tracer turned his head slightly in a different direction, but there was nothing visible that might have had his interest. "Megatron is not likely to sway effectively or swiftly towards any sort of pressure or manipulation. Perhaps it would be more fruitful to effect the things around him... Do you wager Gigatron any easier to persuade? If it could be so managed..."

Blackjack
2009-11-25, 03:46 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Tinker let out a sigh as Hook told them it was beyond his capabilities. If the master surgeon couldn't do it, what chance do they have? Tinker strode over to Glit's body and prodded it's side, hoping to coax a response.

Bonecrusher, meanwhile, looked at the Stunticons. None of them are seriously injured. The Constructicon noted this fact, so did not immediately offer aid to them. "What d' we do?" he asked out loud again.

"Perhaps-" Shrapnel began, the Insecticon not even pretending to understand the physics involved, "A strong electrical surge could separate their sparks, sparks? They are made of electricity, and I could create a current to move Beaky's spark into his body, body."

"Too risky." Tinker shook his head. "You might kill them both."

"How 'bout an operation?" Bonecrusher suggested. "Hook could do it. Spark transplant an' all..."
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Glit's voice called out: 'Who's there?'

Filled with new hope, Laserbeak's phantasmic form flew (well, floated) towards where the sound came. "Glit? It's me, Laserbeak. How... how did I get in your body?" he called out, desperate to hear another mech's voice, after all the silence he had been through.

Roadster
2009-11-25, 05:07 AM
Medbay

"Things did not work out as planned." Was all the Stunticon leader answered the the insecticon warrior's queries. He didn't feel particularly antagonized by the fellow Decepticon, who at the end could prove quite useful.

Turning to his team Motormaster gestured for them to bring their prisoner.

"We're wondering if you'd be able to get something out of this slagger's circutry. Specially information on how and why they decided to attack" Said Breakdown to Hook as Dead End and Wildrider produced the mutilated imperial. Legs chopped off, arms torn off, faceplate melted by Menasor's ionizer blade and voice box torn out.

"I thought about ripping out is memory cortex, but figured less might go wrong if you do it." Added Drag Strip.

"I want whatever can be gotten out of this scrap-pile, now." Said Motormaster to Hook simply after his subordinates had presented the mangled enemy to the Constructicon.

optimusskids
2009-11-25, 07:29 AM
Cell Block

"Cranial bombs, I'm right on it."

Retcon bowed his head and moved towards the cell door.

Clogs
2009-11-25, 11:03 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Hm? As Laserbeak appears disassociated from his physical actuality, what exactly am I supposed to transplant, Bonecrusher?"

Hook gave a derisive snort and turned his attention to Motormaster, listening to his request for assistance in gaining information from a prisoner too far gone for the more usual techniques - probably due to Stunticon over-enthusiasm.

"Well, firstly, it would appear your prisoner is leaking out all over the medbay floor," Hook noted with some acidity. "I shall have to stabilise him before I can even consider prying into his CPU. Place him on the table over there and activate the auto-suppression field - press the big red button. I must close the incision in Shrapnel's cranium first."

~~~

Laserbeak? Glit asked. You? Now this begins to make some sense...

The medic struggled to control the conflicting inputs and managed to focus on what appeared to be a wispy bird image floating close to his face.

Your Spark has tried to find the equivalent to 'ground' and remain this side of the nexus. It should be relatively easy to separate us with an electrical burst. But how do we communicate that to anyone who might help us?

Blackjack
2009-11-26, 10:09 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Hey, hey, no pickin' on the doc-" Bonecrusher began, as Motormaster made his rather obnoxious request towards Hook. The Constructicon would not tolerate anyone who defied any of his comrades.

Shrapnel was about to protest as well (of course, for Hook was performing brain surgery on him!), but Hook handled the matter for both of them, and they both stayed still. Bonecrusher, however, had moved closer to Hook in case the Stunticons tried anything... harsh.

"I'll do it." Bonecrusher finally offered, taking the corpse from Motormaster and placing it on the table and activating the suppressor field as Hook has ordered. "Anything else you wish from us?" he said, with a very obvious sarcastic undertone to it.

Tinker, meanwhile, sighed. Sometimes the Decepticons are just too proud...
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Laserbeak heard Glit's reply, and was rather startled to see the equally wispy form of the feline in front of him. He listened (and pretended to understand) as the Cassettecon explained about 'nexus' and 'ground', but his optics brightened at the prospect of something he could understand. Namely, freeing them both from this predicament.

"Shrapnel." Laserbeak replied instantly. "The Insecticon is a living generator. I did have control of our- your body when I first entered, but then I got transported... here. Wherever here is. If any one of us could gain control, it should be easy to tell Shrapnel to give us a small jolt."

Roadster
2009-11-26, 01:45 PM
Medbay

"So long as it gets done...." Answered Motormaster his expression unchanged by what he considered ridiculous posturing on the other's parts. "....Breakdown, Dead End stay and report anything you see." Finished Motormaster as he turned and left.

"Ah'lls be takin off on me own boss." Said Wildrider transforming and speeding out of medbay, narrowly missing Bonecrusher on the process.

"Whatever...." muttered Dead End leaning into a nearby solid-looking, control devoid wall; his optics keenly paying attention to the constructicons actions.

"Sure." answered Breakdown also finding an out of the way sit where to watch from.

"Sorry 'bout that...." Said Drag Strip to Bonecrusher, hands open in a placating gesture. ".....I want to talk to you in private if 'ya don't mind...." Continued the yellow stunticon, making it evident to the contructicon that he wanted to keep whatever he had in mind from his teammates. "....It'll be worth it I assure you."

Blackjack
2009-11-27, 09:42 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Bonecrusher sneered at Wildrider as the deraged Stunticon brushed against him. The Constructicon was about to turn back to the Glit-Laserbeak situation when Drag Strip approached him. "Yeh, sure." Bonecrusher replied, but jerked a thumb at the prone form of Glit, "But make it quick. Need t'do something 'bout 'em."
_________________________________________

Tinker, meanwhile, inspected Glit's body, prodding and poking it in an attempt to coax a reaction out of it. Tinker's right index finger turned into a penlight and he shone it towards Glit's optics. "No reaction." Tinker reported to Hook. "His mind has somehow shut down, perhaps due to the sensory overload."

The medic deposited the objects he raided from Soundwave's old office onto a box (shooting Shrapnel a warning glance in the process) before pulling out sensors magno-clamped on his waist and began scanning Glit. "Read-outs are normal. Fuel pump rate, hydraulics, temperature... all stable. But only it seems that he is... sleeping, to use an earth term."

"Well, then wake him- or them- up, up!" Shrapnel quipped.

"With what?" Tinker wondered out loud. "I am worried about using electrical shocks or stimultants, and so far physical contact haven't waken him up."

"Give him some wine, maybe? The scent might wake Glit's mind, mind." Shrapnel suggested.

Warcry
2009-11-30, 05:13 AM
Cell Block

Kickback finished injecting whatever he'd injected into Bombshell's skull, then pulled his injector away and stowed it back in his chest compartment.

"Thanks, Retcon," he said to the other Insecticon. "Are you just going to upload the information straight to him before I switch him back on?"
__________________________________

Astrotrain's Office

"Gigatron probably is easier to persuade," Astrotrain admitted to Tracer, "but I don't want to persuade him of anything because in this situation he's completely in the right."

Raze
2009-12-01, 10:26 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Long Haul drove into the medbay and stopped next to the remains of the wall that had been destroyed. He hadn't been gone long but the medbay had gotten a lot busier since he left. I guess this means I'll be the "one" rebuilding the wall then.

"Anything I can assist with?" said Long Haul to no one in particular. "Or should I proceed with the urgent rebuild of the wall as ordered?" Long Haul said while trying to indicate his particular things towards that task.

If I am to carry on with the rebuild, I'm not going to be doing it alone. I'm sure there's someone with the right skills available to help me out.

Blackjack
2009-12-02, 02:23 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Bonecrusher walked up to Long Haul and asked, "That depends. Do you have any idea on how to separate two sparks which somehow got stuck on one exoform?"

"As you can see, we're in a bit of a situation here." Tinker added, running a variety of scanners over Glit's still-inert body.

"Let me fill you in on the situation, 'Haul." Bonecrusher said to his fellow Construticon as he looked at the remains of the wall. "We tried to prevent Laserbeak's spark from fading. He nearly died, and all that. But somethin' went wrong, ain't 'xactly sure what, and 'Beaky's spark flew into Glit's body. And he's been in a trance-like state ever since."

Raze
2009-12-02, 05:45 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Long Haul transformed as Bonecrusher approached him which caused the load he was carrying to fall to the floor. That's what happens when no one bothers to unload me. he thought.

"Sorry about that." said Long Haul.

The problem is clearly more Hook's area of expertise but then Hook would never admit it was a problem if he was capable of solving it. So this must be too much even for him. So in that case they don't expect me to be able to offer anything to help either. Long Haul thought to himself.

Long Haul looked towards where Glit's body lay in the Medbay.

"Hmmm, 2 sparks and no one is home? Clearly there's nothing I can do but....." Long Haul hesitated before continuing not sure how his next suggestion would be received by those present. "have you thought of asking Bombshell? He might be able to bring Glit around with a cerebro shell at least." Long Haul added immediately expecting his suggestion to be ignored.

optimusskids
2009-12-03, 07:17 AM
Brig

Retcon leant over Bombshell

"there you go , is that all you want ? Give me a little more time and I could probably work out a way to make him feel extremely uncomfortable if he even thought about betraying you."

Blackjack
2009-12-04, 01:03 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Shrapnel blanched when Long Haul mentioned Bombshell's name. "Bombshell? His cerebro shells would probably make this situation worse. Either it would work, or Bombshell himself would go catatonic, catatonic." Shrapnel grinned, "On a second thought, that isn't such a bad idea after all, all."

Would teach Bombshell a thing or two, anyway... Shrapnel thought dryly.

Bonecrusher shrugged as he bent down and picked up one of the materials that Long Haul had transported. "So... shall we begin repairs?" the green-and-purple Decepticon asked.

Ungla Cracker
2009-12-04, 04:49 AM
Outside Darkmount

The reanimated corpse wasn’t causing Rumble too much trouble. In his universe ignorance is bliss and he could not conceive the threat that the phantom Starscream posed to him. He swatted the grasping hands away from his neck and deftly drew his weapon shoving it under the chin of the possessed mech.

“Care to taste death again? Or are you used to the taste now?”

Warcry
2009-12-06, 07:02 AM
Cell Block

"Oh, yes, definitely," Kickback told Retcon. "But don't forget to include yourself in it as well. Bombshell is one of the most cunning Decepticons I've ever met. That's why I want him on my side. It's also why I'll never trust him. Considering what his job is, it would be ridiculous to expect him to be a good little soldier...but then, that really goes for all of us Insecticons, doesn't it?"

optimusskids
2009-12-06, 10:53 AM
Cell Block

Retcon shrugged and smiled

"Useful but not trustworthy."

He made a few adjustments

"If I had access to all my equipment I could make him as loyal as Ravage, he wouldn't even think of himself as an Insecticon. Those were the days. Somuch has been lost since our golden age. So what is our plan , what now?"

Roadster
2009-12-07, 03:01 AM
Medbay & other places

Keeping a keen eye on the doings of the others, the Stunticons for now opted to observe while carrying on with their respective assignments, Drag Strip opted for waiting for now while Motormaster and Wildrider both thought about gathering more information, each in their own way.

Blackjack
2009-12-07, 02:37 PM
Medbay, Darkmounr

"Gimme a nano-klik, 'Haul. I'll be right back after this little business." Bonecrusher walked up to Drag Strip and asked, "Sorry 'bout dat, Dragstrip. What was it that you wanted to talk about?"

Warcry
2009-12-08, 05:46 AM
Cell Block

"Oh, I wouldn't want that," Kickback told Retcon. "Loyal attack dogs like Ravage have their place, but what makes Bombshell so useful is the same thing that can make him so dangerous: he's always looking for that one weak spot, that one tiny chink in the armour that he can exploit to blow his target's defences wide open. And he's good at it, maybe even better than I am. I don't want to risk losing that."

He smiled.

"What now? Now, we have an Imperial spy nest to root out."

Almost lazily, Kickback reached forward and keyed in Bombshell's activation sequence.

Aero Blade
2009-12-09, 06:29 AM
Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount

"That just leaves engineering things around Megatron so as to get him to do as needed," Tracer answered, staring at the same spot as before, regardless of any sort of stimuli to be seen. "Precarious at best. At worse, like trying to get Galvatron to see reason without outside influence..."

Tracer trailed off again, leaving just the silence between himself and Astrotrain again. The picture was becoming clearer why Astrotrain had recruited him, and despite the danger it presesnted, the thought of such a challange managed to thrill him.

I've been stuck in that office too long...

optimusskids
2009-12-09, 07:20 AM
Cell Block

Retcon looked around

"Imperials, so they've resurfaced while I've been locked up. I suppose it was only inevitable."

Ungla Cracker
2009-12-09, 07:22 AM
Ouside Darkmount

Frenzy glared at Clench for his apparent lack of interest.

“It would be in your interests to join me in this little errand” he hissed. With this he headed towards the Medbay at top speed.

Somebody down there will know what to do with this. What’s a trawl program anyways? He thought to himself

Chip1123
2009-12-09, 08:58 PM
Clench watched as Frenzy took off towards the MedBay. "My interests are varied," Clench replied as he he followed the smaller 'bot, "but this time, they do line up with yours. I'll come along."

Blackjack
2009-12-10, 01:11 PM
Cell Block

Rebooting was always a strange feeling for a transformer.

Bombshell, being who he is, had had his share of reactivations. But he could never get used to the feeling of being turned on after being switched off. The Insecticon's motherboard and circuits sparkled with power as his systems warmed up. His sensors began to slowly hum online. The optics under his optic band glowed dimly with a crimson light, before increasing in luminousity and glowing even brighter. He saw a fuzzy outline of Kickback's body, followed by Retcon's.

His audio sensors came online next, but as the corresponding systems rebooted, he could only hear whispers for a while until they powered up to their proper levels.

Next was his motor systems. A finger twitched, then his entire right hand moved and clutched his helmet. Bombshell found his voice next, and groaned, "Ow. My head..." The last thing to be rebooted was his memory circuits, and what had recently happened -- running away from Shrapnel; being hunted down by Skyjack, Ramjet and Tracer; being 'interrogated' by Laserbeak; tossed into the brig; the blackout; the 'pleasant' conversation with Shrapnel; the deal with Kickback...

The deal with Kickback.

That blasted spawn of a glitch must've done something to my cerebral structure. Bombshell thought, but while a couple of cycles ago he would've been thinking of revenge against his fellow Insecticon, he felt a rather unsettling... bliss. He had no desire to undermine his fellow Insecticon. This extends to Retcon and Shrapnel to, apparently, as Bombshell found out a few seconds later.

Shrugging, Bombshell decided to play along. "Alright, so you did something to me, Kickback. Now... can I have my cerebro-shells back?"
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Medbay, Darkmount

"You about done, doctor Hook, Hook?" Shrapnel asked the Constructicon. "No offense, but I think the cassettes needs you more than I do, do."

Warcry
2009-12-17, 06:49 AM
Cell Block

"That they are," Kickback told Retcon. "That they are."

He watched as Bombshell came back on-line, taking a more-than-healthy amount of pleasure from the the hints of confusion and fear that he saw in the other Insecticon's face as he started to remember his recent past.

"All in good time," he told his new minion. "Once you've proven your usefulness to me."
_____________________________

Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount

"Just so," Astrotrain agreed. "And unfortunately, that's the task that I'm going to have to leave in your capable hands, Tracer. There's somewhere I need to go, and I need you to watch out for useful opportunities in my stead while I'm gone."

Blackjack
2009-12-17, 11:52 AM
Brig, Darkmount

"Oh." Bombshell replied to Kickback. He knew he had to play his cards smart in order to get his powers and whatnot back. "What would you have me do, then? I am ineffective without my shells or my transformation. Couldn't you at least give me my transformation cog back? Or at least a remote-control drone?"

Bombshell was about to add a 'what, you don't trust me?' comment, but decided against it. Of course Kickback didn't trust him. Even after a brainwash.

optimusskids
2009-12-17, 12:26 PM
Brig Darkmount

Retcon walked forward and opened his arms and the legs of his insect mode wide in enquiry.

"So where do we find these Imperial spies."

Clogs
2009-12-17, 11:25 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

With exaggerated calmness, so aware of those unwelcome Constructicon presences, Hook finished closing Shrapnel's cranium and replaced his last medical tool back into its holder. "The work is completed and your systems are sound, but you will need some CR time," he said at last to the Insecticon. "With regards to the Cassettes: the obvious answer is a power surge. Unfortunately, it may have to be of a dangerous magnitude."

Thus dismissing the whole problem faced by Glit and Laserbeak, the medic moved over to the mangled remains of the Imperial and began to check dials, tutting quietly.

~~~

Glit found himself drifting away from the image of Laserbeak at what appeared to be (he had no way of ascertaining that it was) an increasing speed. A cold frost touched his form and he believed he could feel his internal fluids starting to congeal. It also began to grow dark...

With sudden desperation, he flung out one paw and shouted for help - a cry that rang out in the ethereal realm and burst uncontrolled from his vocaliser.

-----------------------------------------------------------------
Outside Darkmount

"Oh, Rumble," Starscream sighed theatrically and his trademark smirk slipped across the Imperial's shattered visage. "It's so much worse to be cognitively dead, don't you think? But, of course, you don't..."

Even as he spoke, he began to disengage from the body and move into Rumble's own.

Blackjack
2009-12-18, 04:35 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Laserbeak, too, felt a rush of cold air sweep past him. The Cassettecon shivered, and his optics grew in terror when Glit's image began to speed away from him.

"Hey, wait- you can't leave me here-" the Cassettecon shrieked, as Glit's image began to move away at an accelerating speed (if such a term could be applied in an ethereal realm such as this) "-all alone..."

Laserbeak winced when Glit's cry for help rang through the realm, and it hurt not being able to help the other. Glit had brought him back from the dead, and now he couldn't even repay the favour. He was so helpless. So pathetic. He couldn't even muster the required willpower to go after Glit's image. "No." He whispered, making a solemn promise to himself never to be this useless again.

But that was an empty promise unless the medics outside could bring both of them back...
________________________

"Sure thing, Hook." Shrapnel said to the medic. The Insecticon, however, never intended to spend any time in the CR Chamber. For one, it would make him look weak in front of the others. Another reason was he needed to check up on Operations and a certain someone in the brig.

The Insecticon hopped down from the table and was about to leave the medbay when Glit's cry for help rang through the entire medbay.

Tinker, prodding the Cassettecon with sensors, doubled over in surprise. The Seeker lost his balance and fell to the ground, mumbling expletives under his breath.

Bonecrusher turned to Long Haul and Dragstrip and said, " 'Xcuse me for a moment." Before turning to Tinker and Shrapnel. "Well, the Doc sez power surge, so what're you lugnuts waitin' fer?"

Being trained for life-and-death situations like this, Tinker and Bonecrusher immediately rushed to Glit and Laserbeak's side, connecting wires and stabilizing the bodies' systems, in preparation for the power surge that would push Laserbeak's spark into his proper body. That, or kill both Cassettecons.

Shrapnel watched, dumbfounded, as the two medics attached wires, cables and other pieces of equipment the Insecticon couldn't even name. The Insecticon knew that he would be the one called upon for the surge mentioned by Hook, so he slowly shuffled closer to the chaotic scene. "Um..."

"Well? Whaddya waitin' fer? A gold-plated invitation? Doc sez power surge, so give us one!" Bonecrusher hollered at Shrapnel, before taking a step back away from the table.

Shrapnel sighed, as his antennae and fingers crackled with electricity. Hook did say 'dangerous magnitude', didn't he? The Insecticon shook his head and a small grin appeared in his lips. "Allright. Here goes nothing, nothing!" Lightning crackled inside the room as Shrapnel unleashed a massive stream of electricity towards Glit and Laserbeak. Wayward sparks struck random bits of equipment, causing them to malfunction temporarily.

Shrapnel watched, amazed, as the current literally carried Laserbeak's spark out of Glit's body...
________________________

Laserbeak felt himself, literally and figuratively, wrenched away yet again. He knew that it was either death, or the medics out there playing voodoo yet again.

The Cassettecon sighed, closed his optics (well, the spectral equivalent, anyway) and waited as his vision blurred...

(OOC: this okay, Clogs?)

Warcry
2009-12-20, 07:13 PM
Corridors, Darkmount

Kickback led his newly-assembled 'team' out of the brig. He answered Retcon. "That is what I need the two of you to help me answer. Soundwave broke up a nest of them, more or less by accident, just before they attacked Darkmount. I think there might be a connection there, but I'm not sure what. The spies that he caught...well, they weren't very good. I'm almost certain that they were supposed to be caught, so we'd pat ourselves on the backs, tell ourselves that we'd neutralized the threat and never bother looking for the real spies. So you and Bombshell are going to help me find out where the real spies are hiding."

Turning to Bombshell, he said, "Finding you a transformation cog won't be hard with all the fresh corpses lying around. Finding someone to install it, on the other hand..." The Insecticon shrugged. "Do any of our medics owe you a favour?"
_______________________________________

Operations, Darkmount

As Scrapper walked in, he caught the tail-end of Soundwave castigating someone.

"...and furthermore, your men's ineffectual defence of the fortress caused nearly as much damage as the Imperial attackers. You personally were responsible for,at last count, fourty-three million shanix in damage and the deaths of four civilian contractors who got in the way of your manic Imperial hunt."

Coming around the corner, Scrapper saw Rage standing before the higher-ranking Decepticon.

"And?" Rage asked.

"And? This sort of behaviour is only marginally acceptable in a stormtrooper. In a security officer, it is negligence and incompetence of the highest order. You are hereby relieved of your post and will be reduced in rank to a grade more suiting someone of your temperament."

"You're sending me back to the stormtrooper brigades?"

"I am," Soundwave confirmed.

"Thank Primus," Rage said, relief evident in his voice. "Thank you, sir. May I go."

A bewildered Soundwave answered, "Yes. You are dismissed."

Once he was gone, Scrapper walked up to Soundwave and saluted. "You called, sir?"

"I did," Soundwave confirmed. "Obviously, Operations needs some work."

"Yes, I gathered," Scrapper said, taking a look at the ruins around him. "I'll get started right away."

"Good."

As Scrapper set to work on the nearest of the remaining control consoles that hadn't been reduced to debris and ash, he heard Soundwave open another communications channel.

"Shrapnel, this is Soundwave. Please report to Operations."

optimusskids
2009-12-20, 08:15 PM
Club Isis

Nightstalker hovred by Ravage.

"So what now partner?"

~*~

Scavenger leaned against the wall of medbay and surveyed the chaos.

Corridors , Darkmount

Retcon transformed and scuttled along the corridor in woodlice mode.

"I can see Bombshell's role in this but why would you need a propagandist?"

Blackjack
2009-12-21, 02:56 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Shrapnel was delivering his current to the Laserbeak-Glit composite when his communique buzzed, revealing itself to be a message from Soudnwave, ordering him to go to Operations. The Insecticon scowled and composed a reply, "Give me a cycle, boss, boss. I'm in the middle of an unorthodox surgery to save two of your Cassettes, Cassettes. Be right there once I'm finished, finished." as an afterthought, the Insecticon added, "Don't worry, I'm supervised, supervised. Everything is under control."

Just after Shrapnel finished saying that, a wayward bolt of lightning struck a corpse beside Bonecrusher, blowing the corpse up. Bonecrusher turned to Shrapnel and gave a rude hand gesture to the Insecticon.

"I hope." Shrapnel muttered under his breath.
___________________________________

Meanwhile, Laserbeak felt his spark moving away from Glit's body, being taken away by the current towards his new, uninhabited body. The current would save him. But would it save the other Cassettecon? Laserbeak wondered.
___________________________________

Corridors, Darkmount

Bombshell listened to Kickback's briefing of his mission. If he had a mouth instead of his segmented faceplate, he would've been grinning. "I can do that." the Insecticon said, "But yeah, I don't get why Retcon could help me in rooting out the Imps."

"Medics who owe me a favour? Not exactly many." Bombshell said, scratching his head. "The Constructicons, Hightower, Tinker... I've pissed them off one time or another. Especially Scavenger. He'll gut me if I get within three paces of him."

Warcry
2009-12-22, 06:46 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

"Propaganda," Kickback said, "is an exercise in making people think what you want them to think. Establishing a deep-cover identity requires the same thought process. Retcon, I want you to imagine you've been tasked to create a hysteria about Imperial infiltrators in our key industries and government departments . Figure out who you would accuse to cause maximum panic."

As they walked down the hall, he turned to his other press-ganged henchman. "Bombshell, you're going to work in the opposite direction. I want you to figure out exactly which parts of our government and which local businesses you would need access to, to cause maximum harm when the time comes for an invasion.

"From there, I want the two of you to work backwards. The Imperials will be smart enough to have avoided the most obvious of the positions that Retcon will come up with, but they'll still need enough access to the areas Bombshell will find to be able to wreak havoc."
_______________________________________

Operations, Darkmount

Soundwave's impassive expression flickered slightly as he processed Shrapnel's message, but whether it was with worry for his minions or annoyance at being disobeyed wasn't immediately clear.

"Very well," Soundwave replied. "But I expect you to report promptly as soon as your task is complete."

Blackjack
2009-12-22, 07:52 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

"You mean who I would control and what areas I would hit if I were the Imperials?" Bombshell asked Kickback, "to destabilize our government? Hmm.... for obvious reasons, that would be energon storage and distribution businesses, and I don't doubt that the Imperials might've already controlled some. But less obvious would be transportation. If I were leading an invasion force, I would hit the transport system in and out of the city, so as to not allow any survivors. Having the transport system under their command would also allow the Imperials to sneak in their agents quite easily."

"Finally, Darkmount's defences. If I were trying to enter, I would have a few agents inside who could blow up the security grid when I'm ready. Of course, I wouldn't put it past the Imperials to have overtaken some warehouses to stockpile weaponry, bombs and energon cubes..." Bombshell scratched his head. "What else..."

Aero Blade
2009-12-25, 03:00 PM
Astrotrain's Officel

"And babysit Soundwave?" Tracer tacked on to the end of Astrotrain's remark. The comm conference he'd been part of earlier was still fresh on his mind, and the meantion of Astrotrain's soon absence had brought it back to focus.

"He sounded interested in the bargain beforehand, but he's nothing if not a master manipulator. We can't say for sure he'll stick with it after you take off. But then, that's also why you wanted some help in the matter, isn't it?"

optimusskids
2009-12-25, 10:43 PM
Corridors

Retcon thought about it for a moment

"It would depend on how the Imperials view us. If they consider us a genuine threat or just some obsolete anachronisms. Depending on their mindset they would address the issue differently. If I was them I would target Energon production and distribution. Transportation is less likely as most of us can fly. Also I wouls put someone in Operational Planning to see what our likely reactions would be. As for accusations or Frame ups I'd target say Skorponok or Soundwave, maybe Astrotrain. I'd try and play on exisiting rifts divide and conquer. I'd examine any advisers that have the close ear of high officila especially anyone that miight have helped ramp up this civil war. Decepticons divide are Decepticons weakened.

Blackjack
2009-12-26, 05:16 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

"That is correct." Bombshell answered Retcon. "Also, to divide the Decepticons even further, I would try and cause friction between one of the extreme loyalists — say, Soundwave — with those who have a track record of treachery, say, myself." Bombshell scratched his chin.

"A three-pronged civil war would only serve to divide us even further and cause us to be more vulnerable to the Imperials. There are some cracks in our forces which Imperial saboteurs could exploit. Uncontrollable ones such as Rage. Wild cards such as Clench or Skyjack. Those who are still unsure about what they are doing, like the newly built Constructicons. Also, from what I have observed, Soundwave and Astrotrain has some friction between them. This is exploitable." Bombshell scratched his chin, "Thankfully, both are smart enough not to defect or create a third faction, but that doesn't mean they aren't suspectible to Imperial machinations."

"Also, if it were me? I'd also target propaganda officers like Wingthing or Retcon here. And, well, myself, certainly. With my specialties, I would also be a target for extermination or conversion into their ranks. Even better, taking control of someone in the intelligence section. Our forces have Soundwave and his funky mind reading powers, so it's not a problem. The other side of the pond is a different story, though. Wingspan's competent enough, but his men?"

Warcry
2009-12-29, 05:53 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

Kickback listened to Bombshell and Retcon as they talked, absorbing everything they said but not making any contributions of his own. He did have a couple ideas, certainly, but his specialty was working at the sharp end of the espionage business -- he'd always relied on specialists like these two to provide analysis of the intel he'd gathered.

Eventually they camed to a nondescript, unmarked doorway. He swiped his hand against a sensor pad outside the door and it slid open to admit the three of them. On the other side was a darkened room that betrayed little of what it contained.

"Step inside," he said. "We'll be working out of here for the time being."
____________________________________

Astrotrain's Office

"Exactly," Astrotrain told Tracer. "And that's why you need to keep a close watch on him. If you think he's going to betray us, either to Megatron or for his own gain, he'll need to be eliminated."

He looked Tracer straight in the optics, wanting to make sure that the other Decepticon would be willing to do what needed to be done, if it came to that.

Blackjack
2009-12-29, 07:10 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

"Lovely." Bombshell muttered when he saw the darkened room. "Dark. Cold. I like it. Reminds me of the hive we used to stay in on Earth." The Insecticon entered the room without hesitation (after all, if Kickback wanted to kill him, he would've done so earlier).

After a moment's pause, Bombshell asked, "So, Kickback... do Soundwave and the others know what we're doing? I mean, are we- or rather, are you an official Intelligence Agent?"
_______________________________________

Medbay, Darkmount

(OOC: Moving things on so Shrapnel can meet Soundwave. Hope you don't mind, Clogs... ;) )

Shrapnel smiled as Laserbeak's spark entered its proper shell, and watched as the avian Cassettecon's red optics flickered to life. Bonecrusher snapped orders from the other side of the room, "Life support on that one, Tinker. Now!"

Shrapnel ceased the electrical current and admired his handiwork. Both the areas and machinery surrounding Laserbeak's and Glit's bodies have been charred, some of the electrical components having exploded due to overload of their circuits. "Can you guys handle this, this? I need to go see Soundwave like, now, now."

"We'll call you if we need you again, bug boy. Thanks for the help." Bonecrusher grunted as he prodded Glit's body. "Odd, this one haven't come back into consciousness yet."

Shrapnel didn't hear that last comment; he had transformed and fluttered out of the medbay, flying towards Operations.

Aero Blade
2010-01-02, 05:43 AM
Astrotrain's Office

"Of that, I shall have no trouble doing," Tracer answered to Astrotrain. "I at one time had thought I might try to approach him as an ally, but he has proven to be too arrogant for that. Perhaps I managed to annoy him in that brief period of time where we were seemingly on the same wavelength. That, however, has long since passed. If he wishes to behave that way, he will see soon enough how few allies he has when he provokes the wrong mechs."

Raze
2010-01-02, 05:46 PM
Medbay

Oblivious to everything else in the room Long Haul was sorting through the materials he secured to build the new medbay wall. A job made all the easier thanks to the blueprint of the old wall provided by Hook.

"Always the grunt work." said Long Haul in a low tone.

With the materials now sorted in to individual lots Long Haul could start the construction.

Blackjack
2010-01-03, 03:17 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Bonecrusher left Laserbeak (walking groggily around the table) the still-immobile Glit body to Tinker and turned around to Hook, "The birdie's woken up, sort of, but this one's still out."

Turning to Drag Strip he asked through a scrambled comm, "What is it, exactly?"

The Constructicon then walked up to Long Haul, "Need some help?"
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Operations, Darkmount

Shrapnel buzzed into the room and transformed mid-air, landing with a soft thud at the entrance of Operations. The Insecticon knocked on the door, noting that it was scarred rather badly. Damn. Must be about me leaving Operations to Laserbeak... thank Primus he's not dead.

"Um, Soundwave, Soundwave? You wanted to see me, me?"

Clogs
2010-01-03, 10:20 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Hook concentrated on the wrecked Imperial to the exclusion of all else. There was so little left of the internal power grid that just stabilising the core had been a serious problem (more of an insoluble one, although Hook would never admit that to anyone but himself), which meant any systems interrogation would need to be pretty swiftly completed.

"Hmm, that seems to be it," he murmured, stepping back and ostentatiously cleaning his hands with a sanitising solution from his subspace pocket [think: Swarfega]. He looked round as Bonecrusher spoke and then turned his fastidious attention to Glit, moving across to quickly run a probe of the inert form.

~~~

drifting

There was no sense of other, now. Laserbeak was gone, suddenly, although Glit could not be sure which way he had gone.

drifting

He could not feel his limbs, his body.

He was a sphere of light in the lonely grip of absolute night.

drifting

It was not at all cold. It was silent. It was... quite comfortable, really.

Lulled, Glit described a smile and, somehow, transformed. The kitty tucked his nose between his paws, tail curling over his ears, and enjoyed

drifting

Warcry
2010-01-04, 05:34 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

"Yes, Bombshell," Kickback told his fellow Insecticon. "Unlike you and most of the rest of the Decepticons who were spung from Altihex, I actually bothered to get assigned to a real job when I got here. Soundwave put me on the payroll to investigate Imperial entanglements in Polyhex."
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Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount

"Soundwave isn't one for allies," Astrotrain told Tracer. "He prefers pawns who he can throw away when it suits him."

The admiral stood up from his desk and started to move toward the door.

"But I need to be going now. You'll be able to take care of everything while I'm gone?"
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Operations, Darkmount

"I did," Soundwave told Shrapnel. "I wanted to discuss the recent battle with you. What was your impression of our security procedures when faced with armed enemies inside Darkmount?"

Blackjack
2010-01-04, 08:08 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Doctor Hook, Laserbeak's condition is stabilised, but Glit..." Tinker said, pointing to the read-outs, which showed the Transformer equivalent of a coma. "Not sure how. It seems like the spark's drifting away from us, despite the large jolt of electricity."

"Damn that bug!" Bonecrusher snorted. "To think he had the gall to pick up and leave before seeing this through!"

Tinker only shrugged as he walked around Glit's still-prone body, going through probable solutions in his mind.

Bonecrusher, meanwhile, gestured at Mixmaster and Scavenger, and said, "Come on, guys- make yourself useful an' help us repair this damn wall." The Constructicon walked up to Long Haul and began sorting the supplies.
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Laserbeak was familiarising himself with his new body. Sure, it was nearly a carbon copy of his previous body, but an instant self diagnosis told him that his weaponry had no ammo, and he was lacking the normal decals and paintings. Wobbling unsteadily on his newfound legs, his vision cleared up and he could see the larger forms of other Decepticons walking around the medbay.

He tried to walk and stumbled, and laughed softly. How wonderful physical pain was when you had spent time as a spirit!

"What- where is-" Laserbeak began to say, before the prone form of Glit caught his attention. "No." A moment of silence as Laserbeak feared the worst, and he flapped up to Tinker. "Is he-?"

Tinker turned around and smiled. "Welcome back to the land of the living. No, he's still alive, but we don't know for how long."

"Bring him back!" Laserbeak said, his volume increasing.

"I assure you, we're doing everything we can." Tinker said, holding his hands out in a placating gesture. "Meanwhile, why don't you check in with Soundwave or something like that?"

"I..." Laserbeak said, and closed his optics. How long had he been out of the loop? "I need a moment." Laserbeak transformed into his cassette mode and plugged himself to a computer node and began accessing the most recent happenings in Darkmount. It gave him something to do while his feelings were in flux.
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Corridors, Darkmount

"Bah! First Shrapnel and now you. What's this world coming to?" Bombshell sighed melodramatically, stopped for a while, before continuing, "Okay, so now what'll you have us do, Kickback?"
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Operations, Darkmount

"Speaking frankly, sir- I am certain it could've been much better, better." Shrapnel answered Soundwave. "Sure, the chaos in the medbay, with that undead interdimensional monster had withheld some of our better fighters, but the original response to the Imperial attack was disorganized, disorganized. From Operations I could see it all. I do know that Motormaster is complaining about the ineffeciency of the security forces, forces."

"While the fighters were rallied to the detention center and other hot spots, Laserbeak had taken over in Operations, Operations. He's alive again, by the way. But our forces were haphazardly organised, with too much experienced fighters handling the situation in the medbay and detention center, whilst places like the Smelting Pools, Operations and Communications, the Imps' actual targets, are undermanned, with few fighters in them, them." Shrapnel cocked his head to one side and continued, "Um, what has this got anything to do with me?"

Clogs
2010-01-04, 10:53 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Hmm, every tri-aptic synolinkage is shutting down," Hook said with that slight vagueness of interested pre-occupation. He heard Tinker, nodded; his readout confirmed coma. But things were deteriorating. "Back-up sequence activated, but not stasis-lock. Pector infarction imminent..." The medic snapped to attention, became instantly practical. "Get him on a table, NOW!"

~~~

There was a

sound

Glit's ears pricked and one paw slashed out towards the strange humming that did not belong here. It went away. He opened one optic.

Pretty lights...

Blackjack
2010-01-04, 06:07 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Tinker nodded, and, as medics should be, moved efficiently and with a grace that belied his previous nervousness. Being a medic he was trained to ignore everything else but the patient and how to cure him. Admittedly, he did lose his cool during the whole Laserbeak/Glit mix-up, but this was something he understood. A coma.

Tinker scooped Glit with one hand, and placed the feline on top of a table in front of Hook.

The Seeker medic turned to face Hook, and was about to ask a question when one of Glit's optics opened. Tinker's right index finger morphed into a penlight and he shone it onto the Cassette's optic. "Glit? Can you hear me?" He asked.
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Laserbeak slotted out of the cassette jack, being more or less informed of the events which had occurred during his absence. He transformed into avian mode just in time to see Hook and Tinker working on Glit's body. "Bring him back." Laserbeak whispered, although whether the recipient is either the medics or some higher power wasn't clear. "I didn't come back just to replace someone who could save other Decepticons."

The Cassettecon's optics glowed slightly as he observed the medics working on Glit's body.

Clogs
2010-01-04, 09:45 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Neo-aladrine!" Hook produced an instrument which resembled a syringe and, expertly prying apart two of Glit's neck protection plates, slammed it through the narrow gap into the fuel line beyond. "Brutal, but efficient," he added.

The drug was meant to prevent clots, which were liable to form as the whole circulatory system slowed; it was also astringent enough to hurt like the Pit. No medic would use it on a conscious unit unless absolutely necessary - only the worse type of Interrogators did that...

~~~

Pretty lights

Glit responded exactly to his template's programming. He batted at the moving, shifting spheres while himself floating in a sphere of his own. And it was getting brighter, the darkness fraying into brilliant whiteness so pure it made him ache.

Dimly, he thought: Oh, I'm dying!

Blackjack
2010-01-05, 05:23 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Laserbeak winced when he heard the words 'Neo-Aladrine'. It was a substance he administers during his tortu -scratch that- interrogation sessions with more uncooperative people.

He was very familiar with its effects, and sighed at the pain Glit must be in. Laserbeak shook his head and cleared it as best as he could of any fear.

No. Glit will survive. He must. He is strong-willed. Hook can bring him back.
_________________________________

Tinker, meanwhile, began hooking up life-support systems to Glit.

Clogs
2010-01-06, 08:16 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

"I need a status check," Hook told Tinker.

~~~

Glit winced. There was not exactly something he could identify as 'pain'. It distracted him momentarily(?).

Pretty lights

He was a pretty light playing among the others - others that had come to him out of the greater background of light, dancing and swirling. He felt almost that he could put names to them...

And there were the shadows. No, not shadows. They were absences of light, voids. He could detect them, but not define them except by the concepts cold and fear.

Blackjack
2010-01-06, 09:55 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

"I'm getting very odd readings, Hook." Tinker replied when the Constructicon requested for a status check. "Energon systems, hydraulics, the computer systems and energy distribution all seem to be in order, but we're still losing his spark for some reason."

The Seeker winced as he shone a light into Glit's optics, and registered no response. "Neo-aladrine had no effect on bringing him back into consciousness." He reported, and he scratched his head, "Hoo boy. Another odd life-and-death case. But it seems to be always so in the medbay nowadays..."
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Laserbeak flapped his wings and tried to fly, and was surprised at how easy it came to him. Flapping his wings silently, the engines on his back humming as little flames played and pushed him up. How different it is compared to his inability to move in the otherworld! Laserbeak found a perch at a blackened piece of machinery (the result of Shrapnel's little lightning show) and watched Hook work on Glit. His avian expression was almost permanently drawn into a predatory vulture-like clare, but those who could read his expression would see that he was full of concern for Glit.

The Cassettecon heard Tinker's proclamations, and scowled. It didn't work? Laserbeak was professional enough not to fly down and urge Hook to bring Glit back, and he silently observed Glit's immobile form. The doctor's white exostructure looked so pale. So weak...

Laserbeak fluttered away from the operating table. No sense for him to perch there and disturb the medics with his presence. It's more efficient to arm himself and get some maintenance done.

The Cassettecon settled near the pile of Cassettecon parts on the operating table, wincing slightly at the sight of the burnt remains of what used to be his head, jaw gaping open and optics lifeless. Laserbeak subspaced the head as well as the spare parts relevant to him, and sighed. He needed a moment for himself. Turning to the Constructicons, he tried to say, "Tell me when Glit wakes up." but what came out was a squawk. Another glitch Laserbeak thought dryly, as he flapped away towards his quarters.

Clogs
2010-01-06, 11:02 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Hook acknowledged Tinker's report (and speculations) with a brief, sour grunt.

The nearest he had ever seen to this condition was battle psychosis, where mechs leaving the field undamaged suddenly seized up, internalised all processing and gradually shut down. The medics had investigated a cure, but so little progress had been made that, eventually, Megatron ordered any sufferers to be immediately terminated in order to save resources.

"Keep on the monitors," Hook said, preparing to crack Glit's chestplate. "I want to know the instant there appears to be any change - positive or..."

~~~

Cutter

Glit put a name to one of the lights floating near him and it seemed to shudder, to draw even closer. It shone as bright as any other, but there were marks deep within it, shadows which echoed the other shadows here.

There came a frightened thought/sense/concept: UNICRON

Then the shadows welled up, swept past with the noise of a great, cold wind, and the tainted light was gone.

At the last, where he cowered, Glit felt a brief, icy touch on his being, a mocking caress of degradation and hopelessness. He had been noticed; he had been noticed.

The other lights began to withdraw, spiralling into the eternal background, leaving - rejecting - him. Crying out, he flailed his paws and tried to find purchase enough to run.

Blackjack
2010-01-07, 02:58 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

Laserbeak flew silently through Darkmount's dimly-lit corridors, making his way into a ventilation shaft (he cringed at the memory of an earlier battle in a different shaft, although it felt like a faint memory now) and slotting in after transforming into cassette mode. Transforming back into primary mode, Laserbeak navigated his way until he reached his quarters.

Laserbeak's quarters was not very large, and unlike Buzzsaw's (which was full with works of art), Laserbeak's quarters was rather drab. The normal necessities were there -- a recharge bed, ammunition, spare parts, computers, energon, repainting device and such -- but otherwise it looked unused. Not that Laserbeak had been here much.

Depositing the spare parts he gained from the medbay in one corner, Laserbeak walked over to a crate which contained brilliantly shining rubies. The Cassettecon inserted one into each of his laser cannons, while subspacing some just in case. He then walked over to a repainting device and had all his decals placed onto his wings.

Afterwards, the avian looked at himself in a mirror. He looked presentable, he decided. It was then when he realized that one minor detailing was missing; namely the Decepticon insignia on his forehead. Laserbeak's beak pulled up to a slightly morbid grin as his optics flared up with red light, and two streaks of laser erupted from them, was reflected by the mirror and Laserbeak expertly carved the Decepticon insignia on his own forehead. After it was done, Laserbeak looked at the still-smoking lines of the insignia and decided it was okay. The Cassette made his way out of the vent and flapped towards Operations.
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Medbay, Darkmount

(OOC: Moving Hook with her permission while Clogs is gone. :) )

"Will do." Tinker said, and watched as Hook began the incision, cutting open Glit's chestplate expertly and was beginning to probe around the interiors when Tinker suddenly gave a yelp. "Woah!" the Seeker quickly gained his calm and said quickly, "Fuel distribution rate (OOC: 'Heartbeat' in human speech) has suddenly gone erratic. He's going close to flatline. Now the spark's pulsating is going haywire as well."

Tinker looked at Hook, who was, as always, calm and collected. The Constructicon gave the medic a brief nod. "Stabilize his conditions." the surgeon said, which Tinker hurriedly set off to do, using a defibrillator to send a jolt of electricity through Glit's systems, in an attempt to bring his fuel pump rate/pulse back into acceptable conditions.

Meanwhile, Hook continued to work on Glit's interiors.

Warcry
2010-01-07, 06:40 AM
Intelligence Office, Darkmount

Once the door had sealed itself behind them, the lights switched on and illuminated the room the Insecticons had walked into. It was far more impressive than it might have appeared at first, with state-of-the-art computer consoles and hookups clustered at one end of the room, a large conference table complete with holoprojector in the middle, and a modest office at the far end that was obviously set aside for Kickback.

"I want targets, Bombshell. People we can drag in off the street for interrogation with a high percentage chance that they'll be able to tell us about the Imperial spies in the city."
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Operations, Darkmount

"You obviously have a better grasp of defensive tactics than our former head of security," Soundwave told Shrapnel. "Based on your performance in the recent battle, his job is now yours, Security Director Shrapnel. Your first order of business will be to identify precisely which vulnerabilities allowed the Imperials to breach our security so totally. By the sounds of it, you are already well on your way."

He didn't acknowledge the Insecticon's news about Laserbeak, but he was vaguely satisfied to hear that the lesser Decepticon would still be available to him. It was a shame to lose valuable resources, after all.

Buzzsaw, on the other hand, was practically beaming with joy from his perch on the communications officer's shoulder.

"I would also suggest dealing with Motormaster's insubordination before his attitude begins to spread among the ranks," Soundwave continued. "I'll leave it to you exactly how you address the situation."

Blackjack
2010-01-07, 09:30 AM
Intelligence Office, Darkmount

Bombshell whistled when the office was revealed in its full glory. "Whoo. Nice place you got here. Very state-of-the-art." The Insecticon replied to Kickback, "Well, that's a tough one. I can imagine some corporate leaders are in contact with the Imperials, just as we utilize some of them during our own rise to power. But I've been out of the loop for quite some while and I need to do some research."

Gesturing to the rows of computers, Bombshell asked, "May I?"
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Operations, Darkmount

Shrapnel cocked his head to one side, before realizing that he had just been promoted. "Security Director?" Shrapnel said out loud, before letting it sink in. He managed to just conceal his glee and restrained himself from hugging Soundwave then and there. Just.

Well, going straight isn't such a bad idea after all... Shrapnel smiled. A quick survey of the camera records would reveal what areas he would need to improve. "Right away, Soundwave, Soundwave."

The next part -- about Motormaster -- made his smile broader. Oh, how he would love to show that upstart Stunticon! But that must wait. "So, um, where do I report in now, now?" the Insecticon asked uncertainly.

As Shrapnel said this, Laserbeak flew into the room and nodded to both Soundwave and Buzzsaw, giving the later a mischievous smile. "Reporting for duty, master." he squawked as he landed on Soundwave's free shoulder.

Aero Blade
2010-01-08, 05:37 AM
Astrotrain's Office

"I almost hope that he does try something so that I have the oportunity to dispense with him," Tracer answered to Astrotrain, almost seeming amused at the thought. "Rest assured, he will not easily make trouble in your absence. I will see to it that things remain in-tacted until your return."

Raze
2010-01-10, 06:54 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Progress was now being made on the wall, Long Haul was holding the outer wall panelling steady as it was welded into place.

"Hey Mix(master), your finer touch would be appreciated over here." Long Haul called out as he felt the searing heat of the welding flame burn his fingers.

Blackjack
2010-01-11, 09:54 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Bonecrusher stood beside Long Haul, using a laser welder to melt the superstructure of the wall into place. The Constructicon then set off in connecting the severed wires and circuit boards which were supposed to be in the wall.
_________________________________

Tinker sent a jolt of electricity through Glit's systems, bringing the Cassettecon's vitals and pump rate up a little.

"Again." Hook said to the Seeker, as the Constructicon set work in doing delicate surgery around Glit's core systems. "We can't have him flatlining now, can we?"

Tinker's answer to that was another jolt of electricity. "We need to wake him up with some sort of chemical! Adragmaline, perhaps?" Tinker said, pointing to a vial of fluid which had a similar effect to transformers as adrenaline did to humans. Hook merely replied with a shrug. Tinker's shoulder cannon morphed into his syringe, and he injected a dose of adragmaline into Glit's systems, in hopes of bringing him back into consciousness...

optimusskids
2010-01-11, 01:28 PM
Medbay

Scavenger backed out of a supply cupboard and dumped a load of components on a bench leaving a cloud of dust

"look at all the useful stuff in here. I can't believe it's all just sitting there. "

Warcry
2010-01-12, 06:21 AM
Intelligence Office, Darkmount

"Feel free," Kickback told Bombshell. He made sure not to smile condescendingly -- Bombshell's user account was set up with minimal access privileges and his every keystroke would be logged, so whatever it was that the other Insecticon really wanted to do would be quickly flagged by Darkmount's Information Security branch.

Of course, any actual work he did to cover his tracks while he was trying to get root access to the server would come in very handy, so Kickback didn't say anything.
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Operations, Darkmount

"I have a small office being prepared for you in the admin wing," Soundwave told Shrapnel. "The best one I could find that hadn't been shot up by the Imperials."

He had been tempted to reassign Tracer's office to Shrapnel, but managed to resist the urge at the last minute.

"Once you've had a chance to settle in and take care of all of the housekeeping that the recent excitement will have generated, I will expect a preliminary report on whatever changes you wish to make to the configuration of your department."

He nodded curtly to Laserbeak, but Buzzsaw was more gregarious.

"It's good to see you back up and running," he told his fellow avian. "But, really, I have to say, whoever did your paint job is a complete and utter hack. Not an artistic strut in his body..." Buzzsaw shook his head in disgust. "I can do what I can to salvage your look, if you'd like to follow me to my studio..."
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Corridors, Darkmount

"I knew I could rely on you, my friend." Astrotrain pressed the call button on the nearby turbolift shaft, then extended his hand to Tracer. "You've come a long way from the brash young warrior I first met eight years ago. You're a shining example of what the Decepticons could be, Tracer, if only we could all work together as a team. I'm very proud of you."

Blackjack
2010-01-12, 08:15 AM
Operations, Darkmount

"It was Tinker. And Glit. They built this new body from spare parts. They were in a hurry, what can I say? And the painting devices in my quarters aren't exactly used often, and it applied those details based on an early -- and faulty, I may add -- paintscheme." Laserbeak said to Buzzsaw, letting his mouth open in an avian smile. "Shall we?"

"At once, once." Shrapnel saluted once to Soundwave, and once he was sure that the Communications Officer had nothing else to say, the Insecticon turned around and exited Operations to inspect his new office.
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Intelligence Office, Darkmount

Bombshell nodded at Kickback and sat down at the nearest terminal. "Energon suppliers and the like first." Bombshell muttered out loud. "Who else did you say we should target, Retcon?" the Insecticon asked, as a list of all energon supplier company was brought up in the computer screen.

Idly Bombshell considered a search for all medics (who could remove the implant from his mind) but the implant's anti-treachery factor, as well as common sense, told him that the computer was likely to be bugged, if not watched. So Bombshell decided to play the safe side for a while...

"What I- I mean, we- we're looking for are energon suppliers with large factories but less output than what they should give out. If they're not supplying stuff like the Space Mafia, the Imperials would be the next best shot." Bombshell scratched his chin, and frowned. "And those who might ramp up this civil war, you said, Retcon? I'll try and find some..."

optimusskids
2010-01-12, 12:13 PM
Intelligence Office

Retcon thought

"I would investigat any new criminal gangs or any recent changes in the hiearchy. A criminal activity would be the perfect cover for Imperial penetration. Apart form Energon suppliers I would investigate shippers and hauliers. Preventing the distribution of the Energon would be jusd a good a way to weaken us. Also I would look for any dissident groups that have gone quiet or faded from sight. They could have been taken over by the Imperials as a cover or used as a recruiting ground."

Blackjack
2010-01-13, 09:00 AM
Intelligence Office

As the console brought up a list of suspected traitors and energon supplpier companies, Bombshell keyed in searches for criminal gangs and dissident groups (specifically those which had decreased in activity), and after that Energon shipping companies.

"Right, for the Energon supplier groups I'm drawing blanks, but Pure-Energy Inc. has been shelling out less energon than usual to its customers." Bombshell said, reading the result on the monitor. "Might be Gigatron, though. Pure-Energy Inc. has been infamous for its support for the hexchanger." The Insecticon said, turning to Retcon.

"Criminal gangs? They've all decreased in Polyhex, I'm afraid. We took out Underscore's party a couple megacycles ago, and I doubt they'll be routing anytime soon. I've heard from guys that some Primus and Unicron templars have been blown up as well by our troops. Space Mafia's gone, according to this computer. So that leaves those small, minor gangs."

Aero Blade
2010-01-14, 05:06 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

Tracer returned the gesture to Astrotrain, accepting and shaking the offered hand before the turbolift arrived. "Indeed. I'd have never thought that being trapped behind a desk would have such an effect on myself..."

Warcry
2010-01-15, 06:47 AM
Intelligence Office, Darkmount

Kickback relaxed in a chair and listened to Bombshell and Retcon brainstorm for ideas. He allowed the barest hint of a self-satisfied smirk to appear on his face.

Springing these two from the brig was a good call, he told himself. Now, to make sure no one questions it...

Turning on his own console, he set to work falsifying the paperwork that he would need to make the other Insecticons' release legitimate, in case anyone bothered to ask.
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Operations, Darkmount

"Yes, lets," Buzzsaw told Laserbeak. "It's so seldom that I get a truly worthy canvas to work on, I'll relish the opportunity."
____________________________________

Soundwave silently watched his various minions disperse. He wouldn't admit it, but he definitely enjoyed being in charge of an operation as large and complex as Darkmount and its forces.

Now that Astrotrain has been put in his place, I can start to direct our operations with a more...personal touch than before. This should prove interesting.
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Corridors, Darkmount

Astrotrain smiled. "Trust me," he told Tracer, "it happened long before that."

The turbolift arrived and he stepped inside, pressing the key that would take him to the rooftop hangar.

"I first noticed the changes that were starting when you got back from Nebulos."

optimusskids
2010-01-15, 07:23 AM
Intelligence Office

Retcon nodded

"What about activity in other states the Imperials don't necessarily need to be based in Polyhex. They could be based elsewhere even in Autobot territory."

Clogs
2010-01-15, 10:47 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

('m back! Thanks for the assist, Blackjack!)

As he stabilised a component here and rerouted a circuit there, Hook absently monitored Glit's response to the adragmaline and shook his head; he had not really expected the boost to work. It should have, of course, which was why Tinker suggested and administered it, but there was something wrong here that a mere engineering physician had no means of resolving.

Sometimes, it was like that.

~~~

Genuine panic gave his paws wings, his claws something (indefinable) to grip, and Glit fled from the light. There was a darkness ahead of him, growing ever larger like a yawning tunnel, but he might hide in true darkness where shadows could not come.

He yowled. He snarled. He leapt towards the black velvet embrace and embraced it happily.

~~~

Without warning, a whole host of telltales burst across the medical equipment and a steady bleeping started.

"I do believe," said Hook to Tinker with customary ironic calmness. "That we may have succeeded in recovering our colleague. Though - and I must be devastatingly honest here - I have no idea how."

For Hook, who was never one to under-estimate his own achievements, this was some admission...

Blackjack
2010-01-16, 11:46 AM
Operations, Darkmount

Laserbeak smiled as he followed Buzzsaw, shaking his head slightly at his mold-brother's artistic enthusiasm. "A canvas? Well, if you say so..."

Damn. It's great to be back alive again...
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Security Office, Darkmount

Shrapnel walked up to his new office in the admin wing, and smiled broadly. This was it- a real command position! The Insecticon entered the relatively small office (compared to Operations) and nodded to the various troopers moving stuff around and installing computers. This is going to be very fun...

The Insecticon settled in the large rotating chair at the center of the room, looking at various monitors showing the various happenings in Darkmount. First, the 'housekeeping matters', as Soundwave put it. The Constructicons seem to be doing a rather well job about the physical reconstruction, but there might be some other unfinished threads, other Imperials to hunt.

The Insecticon busied himself sending menial drones and other generics off to guard the now vulnerable entrances and exits, while tightening up the security officers' positions (with threats that he would be worse than Rage). The Insecticon took libery in assigning idle units like Skyjack on watch positions. After a while, he said, "Clench, Frenzy, Rumble, are you bored? I may have something for you to do." (OOC: Anyone free can join in too if they want.)
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Medbay, Darkmount

(OOC: You're welcome, Clogs! :) )

Tinker shrugged, as surprised as Hook was on the most recent development on Glit's condition. "Have no idea how it happened, doc. You might've readjusted something important there, perhaps?"
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Intelligence Office, Darkmount

"Not sure our search engines could hack into the Autobots or Gigatrons' databases, but I'm trying." Bombshell informed Retcon. The Insecticon proceeded to do that, by trying to download data from the mainstream Autobot database (and pinging the signal off several satellites to make in untraceable, of course.)

"In the meantime, the results of our previous searches are now enclosed in this datapad. Feel free to find the best targets for Imperial agents." Bombshell said, handing the datapad over to his fellow Insecticon. "And show it to our esteemed leader Kickback over there." the Action Master said, trying -- and failing -- to sound sincere about the last comment.

Clogs
2010-01-16, 10:52 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Hook was tempted, but instead he made a sound like a humanoid sigh and admitted, "While it is true that I have stabilised most major metalabolic functions, I cannot take the credit."

No, he thought. I cannot quantify this. It will be most edifying to question Glit - if he on-lines successfully.

For the first time, he noticed the background noise and spared a few astroseconds to look across to where Bonecrusher and Longhaul were just finishing off the new medbay wall. He approved and said so. However, he was not quite so sanguine about the mess Scavenger had dumped on the bench; some components had rolled across the floor to the medical tables holding the defunct exoform (Starscream) and the even more badly mangled Imperial.

"You will clear that up, won't you?"

Blackjack
2010-01-18, 10:23 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Tinker kept silent and did not reply to Hook's comment any more than a nod, but rather merely doing what an assistant medic should do: namely check read-outs and record it.

Bonecrusher, however, certainly did. "Eh, not claiming credit for the work, Doc? That's certainly a sign for the end of days." The Constructicon demolitions expert grinned and walked away from the now more-or-less repaired wall and gave Long Haul a friendly slap on the shoulders. "Nice work we've done here." he said, indicating the wall. "The drones could paint it up later, but we've still got other structural damage to fix up. Wanna tag along?"

optimusskids
2010-01-18, 07:53 PM
Medbay

Scavenger glared at Hook

"Do this do that, what am I your little scutter to order around."

Aero Blade
2010-01-19, 05:33 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

Tracer nodded to Astrotrain, mostly as an acknowledgement, having to think a moment before he could recall the incident. It seemed like so long ago, and the only thing he remembered immediately with an amount of clarity was the capture and interrogation of an Autobot. After that, things had gotten a bit chaotic...

"I supose so. It was quite interesting on Nebulos in the least. Not that I would want that repeated for every soldier that needs some wisening up. We'd probably loose quite a few of them..."

Ungla Cracker
2010-01-20, 04:12 AM
Outside Darkmount

Rumble fell to his knees. He clutched his throat as if it was hard to breath but, the sensation was not suffocation. It was more than that, as if the entire fabric of his spark was being wrenched from his body. His hand moved from his throat and he began to claw at his skull. Rumble was now lying on the floor thrashing around like a demented animal until suddenly blackness, coldness and a deafening uncybertronian voice.

~You’re mine now Rumble, mine………………..

Rumble awkwardly stumbled to his feet and dusted himself off. His voice was somehow different, more calculating.

“Yes…… this body will do nicely, a little on the small side and the flight capabilities are how shall we say? Lacking. BUT it will do, for now………………"

He gloated to himself.

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Medbay

Frenzy arrived at Medbay, from outside he could hear raised voices engaged in what seemed to be a heated exchange. He placed his audio sensor against the door and beckoned Clench to come and join him.

“Watch this he whispered” with a cheeky smirk.

Frenzy booted the Medbay door open with a massive sweep of his leg. He wanted to make as grand an entrance as possible. He surveyed the area and noticed the Constructicons Hook, Long Haul, Scavenger and Bonecrusher. Tinker was doing various menial tasks (which Frenzy didn’t understand or care about).

The small mech powered up his vocal synthesizers and bellowed out at the top of his voice.

“AHHH I new I’d find some GEEKS in here”. Frenzy tossed the severed Imperials head and it danced along the floor with a metal clang.

“So which one of you geeks wants to do this geeky task for Soundwave? You gotta run a trawl program or something on this Imperial’s dome”. He pointed aggressively at the severed head but before he could finish his crude repertoire he was interrupted by Shrapnel’s radio signal. He chose to answer the call fully aware that the other mechs in the room could only hear 50% of the conversation.

“Bored? Yeah I’m bored Shrapnel! Just hanging with the losers down in Medbay at the moment. I hope you aint running poxy little diagnostics and repairs like some people” suddenly an eerie silence crept upon him. As the little mech glanced shiftily around the Medbay he was only met glaring angry eyes.

Blackjack
2010-01-20, 12:29 PM
Security Office, Darkmount

Shrapnel smiled when Frenzy replied to him, not at all disturbed by the Cassette's rambunctious tone. "See, Frenzy, I've been assigned to- how to put this nicely- upgrade and tighten up Darkmount's security, security. Since you've played such a pivotal part in the recent hullabaloo, I'm wondering if you're up for a task, task..."

With a chuckle, the Insecticon added, "Please don't insult those medics within earshot, earshot. Hook's very... touchy. Trust me, you don't want the head medic on your bad side, side."
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Medbay, Darkmount

"Well, looks like some little punk needs a lesson in manners." Bonecrusher hissed, cracking his fists. Frenzy was much bigger than he remembered, but the Constructicons (well, four of them anyway) outnumber the ex-Cassettecon should it come to a full-fledged brawl. "You ain't happy with what we're doin'? Then perhaps we should do the opposite and de-construct you..."

Tinker narrowed his optics at Frenzy's comments, and flicked a rude hand gesture at him. "Put the head on that biobed with a corpse, and we'll see to it." the Seeker said frostily.

Chip1123
2010-01-20, 03:11 PM
Clench chuckled to himself at Frenzy's antics, knowing the kind of looks it was probably causing the others inside. As Bonecrusher made his threats, Clench stepped around the corner. "Leave the, what did you call him - 'punk'? , alone - Soundwave needs the job Frenzy requested done now, and as you can hear, Shrapnel has need of him. Personally, I wouldn't want Soundwave as an enemy. He's dangerous enough as an ally."

Clench stepped aside, still highly alert should he need ready to react at a moment's notice, and responded to Shrapnel. "Shrapnel, Clench here. What kinda of upgrades did you have in mind?"

Clogs
2010-01-20, 03:45 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Hook, continuing to work on Glit's internals, had just begun to inform Scavenger about his particular lack of standing while in the medbay, when Frenzy made a grand entrance. That distracted Hook from his brother; instead, he turned his cold glare on the Cassetticon's rather pathetic showiness and accompanying name-dropping.

"I doubt there is much we can do with the... object," he noted archly to Tinker and, with barely a change of tone, went on, "However, Glit's intelligence is returning to operational status."

To Clench he added softly, "Soundwave or Devastator? Take your pick."

~~~

Glit could not access his diagnostics, which indicated either terminal shutdown or over-ride by external monitor. Since he had last been active in medbay, the latter was the most logical - he hoped.

He booted up his visual systems and spots of light danced in front of his face. Self-preservation protocols responded autonomically and he threw his paws out, claws raking.

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Outside Darkmount

"Wha... what's go'ng on?" Rumble shook himself and bleated in his Earth-gleaned punk accent. His legs were locked. His arms were locked.

"You can't run away."

Had he said that, too?

"I feel kinda funny."

"You are kinda funny," said Starscream. "Shall we see just how funny you are, my dear Rumble?"

Rumble began to walk towards the Tower, past the broken exoform of the Imperial he had fought. He tried in vain to resist. "Wha'cha mean?" he gasped.

[ooc - Ungla Cracker and I have a deal, sharing Rumble and Starscream for a while. 'kay? L.]

Chip1123
2010-01-20, 09:45 PM
"Veiled threats don't become you Hook." Clench said icily. "Besides, Is someone of your status and intellect really that concerned about what a bout such as he thinks of you."

Warcry
2010-01-21, 04:57 AM
Intelligence Office, Darkmount

"Don't bother with the sycophancy," Kickback told Bombshell. "If that's what I wanted, I would have hired Wipe-Out or someone."
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Corridors, Darkmount

Buzzsaw flapped down the hall with Laserbeak in tow. "Now, tell me," he asked Laserbeak as they approached his studio, "What sort of a paint scheme would you like? I can replicate your old one if you've grown attached to it, but I could just as easily come up with something else..."
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Rooftop Hangar, Darkmount

Astrotrain shrugged as he stepped out of the turbolift.

"Maybe," he told Tracer. "But then again, if I had to choose I would take a dozen like you and Blitzwing over a hundred like Quake or Drag Strip. There is something to be said for having troops who will think for themselves, instead of mindlessly doing what they're told or interpreting everything though a prism of psychosis."

The admiral smiled. "But it's time for me to say goodbye for now. I don't know when I'll be back, or even if I'll survive what I'm about to do. If I don't, then the wellbeing of our faction is in your hands alone. Until we meet again, Tracer."

The triplechanger coverted to train mode and chugged forward, building up momentum until he reached the far edge of the hangar where it met open sky. Milliseconds before he crossed the threshold and fell, he transformed again, this time to shuttle mode, and blasted away on a column of fire.

Aero Blade
2010-01-21, 06:10 AM
Rooftop Hangar, Darkmount

Tracer watched as Astrotrain left, remaining until the triplechanger was out of sight. He was confident enough in himself to get the job done, but then when could one truely say that until they were in the situation themselves?

One thing was for sure, he had his work ahead of him with Soundwave in the picture, and that was one thing he had no intention of taking lightly. Tracer turned and headed back into the turbolift, decending back down into Darkmount.

Blackjack
2010-01-21, 11:16 AM
Intelligence Office, Darkmount

"Eh, it's practically programmed into me." Bombshell shrugged. "Not that you're any better." the Insecticon added lightly as he tapped his fingers on the monitor, waiting for the search results to come up.
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Corridors, Darkmount

Laserbeak chuckled as he followed Buzzsaw. "Well, you're the artist. Since when does a canvas entitled his own opinion? Do whatever you think would suit me most." Laserbeak trusted Buzzsaw enough not to paint him with flowers, but he was also fearful of choosing a paint scheme which would undermine him in the artist's eyes.
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Medbay, Darkmount

Tinker turned back to Glit when Hook said his name. "Well, so it seems to be so." the Seeker remarked, Frenzy put out of his mind for the time being.

Bonecrusher continued to glare at both Frenzy and Clench. "Perhaps, Clench. You do have a valid point. But insulting the entire medical board would not bode well for one who gets banged up often enough." The Constructicon narrowed his optics. "And besides, Hook is smart enough. What good is intellect when you don't get any self-respect?"
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Shrapnel's Office, Darkmount

Shrapnel shrugged when Clench raised the question, although the Obliterator wouldn't be able to see that. "Oh, Rage could do a much better job. I mean, look at what he's done- strategic areas like the Smelting Pools and Operations and the generators left unguarded. If it's not up to good ol' soldiers like you and me, Darkmount would've fallen already, already. So as the new Security Director, I'm planning to make some changes, changes."

After a pause, perhaps to emphasize Shrapnel's promotion, or perhaps the Insecticon was just thinking about what to assign the Obliterator, he continued, "No, I won't assign valuable warriors such as the three of you on guard duty or anything boring like that, that. Primus knows how boring sticking to a post can be. So. I've got several stuff lined up for a more secure Darkmount."

Shrapnel pulled out a datapad and began reading it. "We'll have to hunt down any escaped Imperials, Autobots, Gigatron loyalists, Quints, gangsters and whatever random people we locked up in the cells before they escaped. Then, we'll execute those we don't really need. You did see the problem of having too much people in the cells, don't you? There are several other problems and security cracks which I'm working through now, and I would like to ask you for advice."

Chip1123
2010-01-21, 09:43 PM
"Worrying about respect? Now you sound like Starscream..." Clench trailed off, letting that remark sink in.

"Respect is earned and rewarded by those on the top of the food chain, not the bottom. If you really want him to teach him a lesson though - leave some items unrepaired next time he's in... or keep bumping him down the repair list."


Clench listened to Shrapnel's conversation and replied. "Besides having to maintain a basic level of care for prisoners in the case we ever have use for them, which drains our resources, we do have to be careful of them all getting out at once and wanting some revenge. Overcrowding is always a problem. I would suggest killing the ones who aren't useful or are uncooperative, stripping and imprisoning the sparks of the most dangerous ones, and try to press into service as many as we could trust - be it voluntary or not. Cerebro shells can make nice drones out of them if need be. But those are the thoughts of the top of my head. Was there something in particular you had in mind?"

Clogs
2010-01-21, 09:54 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Indeed," Hook murmured, considering Clench's own place on the 'food chain' before shifting a step back to give the odd amalgam of Seeker and... Apeface(?) on the nearby table a thoughtful once-over. This step proved fortuitous when Glit's paw-like hands abruptly slashed round without apparent co-ordination; each digit brandished a small metallic claw. Hook came back to immediate concerns. "Tinker, assist me. Glit must be restrained to prevent injury to ourselves - or his own exoform."

Glit's audials picked up Hook's vocals as a swoop and hiss of wind, and he became more agitated...

optimusskids
2010-01-21, 10:41 PM
Medbay Darkmount

Scavenger ran his shovel up and down Frenzy. Scanning him with the sensors

"I believe this poor mech has caught something from Imperial Contamination I believe quarantine may be in order."

optimusskids
2010-01-21, 10:44 PM
Corridor Darkmount


Slicer laid down the mangled corpse he was towing along the corridor and looked up at Buzzsaw.

"What's occuring Buzzy?"

Ungla Cracker
2010-01-22, 04:14 AM
Medbay

Frenzy’s hand servos tightened forming a fist. He waved it threateningly at Scavenger,

“The only thing you’re gonna catch from me is my fist up tail pipe Scavenger. You’d all be scrap if it wasn’t for me anyways. I didn’t see any of you at the Smelting Pools when the slag hit the fan!” With this he gave Clench a quick friendly nod of respect.

Frenzy calculated the odds of winning a fight against the Constructicons and they were not good. If he had been his slightly hotter headed twin no doubt this banter would continue and eventually end up in a brawl. Frenzy decided it was best to back off.

“Just run that trawl program so I can report back to Soundwave and make it snappy, I need to report to Shrapnel. Our newly appointed Security Director Director” he did his best to imitate the Insecticons distinctive verbal tick.

Frenzy tapped his chin impatiently and cocked his head slightly,

“I’m waiting………..” he said addressing the whole Medbay.

Ungla Cracker
2010-01-22, 07:08 AM
Outside Darkmount

The small mech came to an annoyed stand still, standing motionless among the corpses.

“What I mean dear Rumble is that you are going to serve as a source of amusement! It’s been a while since I’ve had any real fun! It get’s quite lonely out there in the void but, don’t worry. You will have me to keep you company!” Rumble said to himself in a contra sending tone.

“Ya ya, mean, you’re me?” Rumble stuttered to himself.

“Oh you are such a dim wit Rumble, I’m not you I’m just controlling you to serve a purpose! UNDERSTAND?” he said talking down to himself.

“NO!”

“Well you will soon enough! Now I see Shrapnel has been trying to contact you. Or should I see me? Or us?” an uncharacteristic smirk began to creep across Rumbles lips. He opened a comm link “Shrapnel! This is……..Rumble what is it you want?”

Blackjack
2010-01-23, 02:40 AM
Shrapnel's Office, Darkmount

Shrapnel grinned. Clench was proving very useful in the project indeed. "Killing those who hve no longer use for us comes to mind, mind. Especially when we're wasting additional hands guarding them and feeding them, them. See, many of the prisoners which had caused chaos are not Imperials themselves, themselves."

"Cerebro-shells!" Shrapnel chuckled to himself for a while. How could he have forgotten his old pal Bombshell? "I think I would have to get the higher-ups' permission to use those stuff, but I really do think that Bombshell would be willing to help." the Insecticon brought up a list of prisoners to find that-

-Bombshell was missing from his cell? Shrapnel blinked once, and frantically began to search the duty roster in the vain hope that someone had re-integrated him back to the Decepticon fold. After all, it wouldn't do for someone like Bombshell to run around free. Shrapnel was about to issue another search for Bombshell when he saw from the corner of his optic band that the mind-controlling Insecticon had been drafted into the Intelligence Section by... Kickback?

Well, at least he's available... Shrapnel thought, scowling. Ol' Kickback would've found some way to control him.

Just then, another communications came up on another monitor. "Yes, Rumble, Rumble. See, I'm in the process of rebuilding Darkmount's security systems and I'm wondering if you'd be interested in helping out? Beating up the prisoners to scare them into submission or hunting the escapees or something like that..."
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Medbay, Darkmount

"We'll see to the Imperial corpses after the docs cure Glit, not before." Tinker growled at Frenzy. The Seeker medic turned to Hook and nodded once, using energon bonds to restrain Glit's paws and head to the operating table. The bonds would restrain the Cassettecon without hurting him too much.

As Scavenger walked up to Frenzy, Bonecrusher gave a sinister smile and said in a faux-friendly tone. "Nonsense. We geeks have to earn our payroll, you know. An infection like that could spread through the whole of Darkmount. We wouldn't want that, would we?"
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Corridors, Darkmount

Laserbeak smiled as Slicer came up to Buzzsaw and him. "Well, I died, for one." the Cassettecon said, deadpan. "Got back to life. And like any self-respecting zombie, I'm looking for a new paintjob."

Laserbeak indicated his hastily-painted body, "Our medics may be geniuses at healing, but they certainly aren't artists."

Warcry
2010-01-23, 07:06 AM
Intelligence Office, Darkmount

"That's where you're wrong," Kickback told Bombshell. "I at least have enough common sense to reserve my praise for when and where it will do the most good, instead of throwing it around at everyone until it loses all value."
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Corridors, Darkmount

"Well, I wouldn't want to make you look too different," Buzzsaw told Laserbeak. "It wouldn't do for people to start confusing you for me or Garboil, after all."

When Slicer showed up, he gave the other Decepticon a beaky grin. "Good to see you! We're just heading down to my studio to give Laserbeak here a new paint job. I'm thinking something that looks like his old one from a distance, but up close emphasizes sharp edges and speed...some mild colour gradients and airbrushing, for a start. What do you think?"
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Operations, Darkmount

Scrapper finished wiring together another set of consoles, then switched a power breaker and watched them flicker online. The equipment was crude -- salvaged from an underground bunker that had been set aside to store obsolete technology -- but it would do for now.

Nearby, he watched as a team of drones -- several of them still bearing scars from the recent battle -- hauled out the wreckage of the equipment that had been ruined in the Imperial attack. On the other side of the room, other drones delivered him yet more raw materials.

"We're marginally functional again, sir," he reported to Soundwave. "I'll estimate another two days before we've restored our control interfaces to 100% capacity, though."

"Carry on," Soundwave told him. "And try to trim off as much time from that as you can."

Blackjack
2010-01-23, 07:25 AM
Intelligence Office, Darkmount

Bombshell shrugged. "Old habits die hard, Kickback. You know that." The Insecticon looked at Retcon and queried, "So, partner, what do you think? Where should we hit first?"
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Corridors, Darkmount

"Because, after having millions of years stuck with this paintjob, it gets boring after a while." Laserbeak added. The Cassettecon smiled slightly when Buzzsaw described what his new look was going to be. Well, at least I am in good hands...

"And the two of you are about the best artists in the Decepticon army, so..."
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Security Office, Darkmount

Shrapnel's fingers crackled with electricity as groups of security drones patrolled Darkmount. While he waited replies from Clench and the Cassette Brothers, Shrapnel had sent out electrical impulses to the security drones. Therefore, whatever they see, Shrapnel sees as well. This was one trick which few others could manage. Controlling so many drones at the same time...

It's like having my clone army back, but better. Shrapnel thought, grinning. Because I am actually authorized to do this.

Clogs
2010-01-23, 09:42 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Hook's expression, as he closed the last open seam on Glit's chestplate, betrayed his total contempt for Frenzy's behaviour. In his unvoiced opinion, Frenzy had now most definitely hurled himself well down Clench's 'food chain'. Besides, had not Hook himself recently worked on Shrapnel?

On the table, Glit made a mewing sound, but he stopped struggling, fully on-lined his optics. "Bright... lights..," he managed to whisper.

"Oh, yes..." Hook reached up and dimmed the local overhead theatre task-lighting array.

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Outside Darkmount

Rumble - the real consciousness that was Rumble - felt his energon holding tank figuratively, lurch.

optimusskids
2010-01-23, 10:58 AM
Corridors Darkmount

Slicer grinned ears flashing

"The Constructicons didn't they go through a Day -Glo Orange period!! "

He looked Laserbeak up and down

"naww can't see you in bright orange."

He turned to Buzzsaw and slid the corpse over to one side of the corridor.

"looks like the Slogism can wait. Maybe some subtle pin striping."

Blackjack
2010-01-24, 06:06 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Welcome back, Glit. Are you feeling hurt?" Tinker replied to the Cassettecon. He sent a short text message to Laserbeak: Glit is awake.
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Corridors, Darkmount

Laserbeak shook his head at Slicer's comment on orange paint. "Paint me orange and people will start calling me Sundor. That won't do."

Clogs
2010-01-25, 01:52 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Lights!" Glit gasped, flinching.

Hook's mobile mouth-unit compressed into a taut line. "I have dimmed the lights," he all but snapped. "According to the readings, your visual acuity is perfect and standard filters are in place."

Glit took that in, steadying himself by an act of will. "S...sorry, Hook. After-images..."

"Well, that might be a side-effect of the neo-aladrine."

"What!" Glit would have shot upright on the table if he was not bound. "Was I that close to..?"

Hook looked across to Tinker as he said, "Total psycho-reactive systems shutdown? Yes. In human parlance, Glit, you have been through a near death experience."

"Near death experience," Glit repeated thoughtfully.

Chip1123
2010-01-25, 10:18 PM
"Give those prisoners a choice - be recruited, or be executed. I'm sure you'll find them all willing 'volunteers'" Clench replied back to Shrapnel. "Although they won't be much good other than cannon fodder or as distractions, they can still be put to use. Better them than someone who is actually useful."

optimusskids
2010-01-26, 07:48 AM
Darkmount Corridor

Slicer grinned

" I didn't think it would be a problem what with them having given you Squawktalks wings."

Warcry
2010-01-27, 04:26 AM
Intelligence Office, Darkmount

Kickback assumed a relaxed pose and watched as his minions did his work for him.

Oh, but it's good to be king... He smiled to himself. Well, baron, anyway...
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Corridors, Darkmount

"They look more like Ratbat's to me," Buzzsaw told Slicer, grinning his beaky grin.

Arriving at his studio, the cassette keyed in the entry code and gestured with a wing for Laserbeak to enter. "Now, lets get started by picking the right colours..."

To Slicer he said, "Do you want me to send a drone to pick up that corpse for you? It would be a shame if the cleaning bots swept up such a fine canvas and incinerated it."

optimusskids
2010-01-27, 07:41 AM
Buzzsaw's studio

Slicer looked at Buzzsaw

"That would be ideal Buzzy it had a lot of potential."

Blackjack
2010-01-27, 12:34 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

"Yup." Tinker replied to Glit, as he exchanged a glance with Hook. "Good thing Hook brought you back before you got too near to death."
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Buzzsaw's Studio, Darkmount

Laserbeak scowled as Slicer and Buzzsaw compared him with the other aerial Cassettes, but chuckled nevertheless. The Cassette glanced at his wings to make sure they were the correct ones, and shrugged, "Well, if I had Ratbat's wings, I wouldn't be able to fold them neatly into cassette mode. Primus knows how fragile and thin his wings are. Economical bastard."

As Buzzsaw gestured for him, Laserbeak hopped into the studio.

Warcry
2010-01-29, 05:15 AM
Buzzsaw's Studio, Darkmount

Buzzsaw tapped a command into his console, sending a drone out to collect Slicer's prize.

"I look forward to seeing what you make of it," he told the other artist. Then he turned to Laserbeak and smiled.

"You're probably right," Buzzsaw said. "Unless they crammed you into a full Ratbat-style body, and programmed a perception-filter into your optical matrix so that you saw yourself in your old body anyway." He chuckled. "But that would just be too much, no?" He said the last sentence in an odd tone of voice, hoping to unsettle his comrade just a little bit.

He gestured with one wing toward the corner of the room. "Step into the paint booth," he told Laserbeak. "We'll have to strip off your current, woefully inadequate paint job and apply a few base coats before I can really get to work."

Clogs
2010-01-29, 01:26 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

I have a lot to think about... Glit told himself, and said aloud, "I guess I should thank you, too, Tinker. Er... can I be released?"

Hook complied without hesitation. "Returning your diagnotics to your control. I expect you will tell me if there are any systems variances requiring attention?"

"Of course," Glit assured, sitting up gingerly and putting one hand/paw to his forehead. "Some disorientation - a little while somewhere quiet will do, if I am not required here."

"I can handle what we have in. I suggest you relocate yourself to CR."

"NO!" Glit surprised even himself with his vehemence. He looked abashed, quickly explaining, "I am registering no major problems, so taking up valuable CR time and resource would be pointless. I'll downtime in an off-duty room."

With that, Glit climbed off the table, gave Tinker a friendly nod and a word of thanks, and pulled his flask of energon wine from subspace. Taking a gulp, he headed for the door.

Aero Blade
2010-01-29, 08:09 PM
Corridors, Darkmount

The lift would come to a stop at its destination floor, Tracer smoothly stepping off as the doors openned. He had a task to do, and his stature showed every outwards sign of confidence in it. He started to head towards the communications district, his first stop to check on Soundwave's whereabouts.

Blackjack
2010-01-30, 05:26 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Tinker replied to Glit with a curt, "You're welcome." Seeing that there were no more crisises in the medbay, the Seeker walked to the Imperial bodies which Motormaster and Frenzy had so politely given them, and began running a scanner over them.

Bonecrusher glared at Frenzy, although he noted Tinker's movement from the corner of his optics. Gutless fool... he didn't even have the gall to stand up against this upstart's insults...
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Buzzsaw's Studio, Darkmount

Laserbeak did what Buzzsaw said and stepped into the painting booth, and mentally prepared himself for the slight sizzle which he would feel when the paint was stripped off. The Cassette replied to Buzzsaw's tease with a slight raising of his eyebrow.

Ungla Cracker
2010-02-01, 06:00 AM
Medbay

Frenzy gleefully watched as Tinker picked up the severed Imperial head and began the scan.

“Make it snappy” he chirped annoyingly, “I aint got all day!”

His attention turned to Bonecrusher, Frenzy could feel the Contructicons hateful gaze. It was almost as if the Constructicons optics were burning right through him. Frenzy turned to face the rival demolition expert.

“Get those beady optics of yours out of my face before I demolish that empty cranium they are encased in”.

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Corridors Darkmount

As Rumbles conversation with Shrapnel continued he slowly shuffled through Darkmounts main entrance on his way to the control room. A few other Decepticons exchanged baffled looks as he inelegantly stumbled past.

“Well Shrapnel that certainly sounds like fun! We errr…… I will be joining you soon in the control room! Rumble out!”

Blackjack
2010-02-01, 03:41 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Tinker growled at Frenzy, setting the Imperial head back down on the table. His shoulder cannons morphed into their chemical-injector syringes form, and the Seeker medic advanced towards Frenzy. "You forget, punk, that this is our world. It's our time to use."

"BRING IT!" Bonecrusher growled, sweeping his hands in an open-handed gesture of mockery. "I'll take you on anytime!" the demolitions specialist cracked a grin.
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Security Office, Darkmount

"I'd rather you join me in the Security Office, Rumble, Rumble. It's new, so I'm transmitting the coordinates to you, you." Shrapnel said, before doing so.

Odd. The Cassettecon isn't that... chaotic normally. The Insecticon thought before closing the commlink and reviewing Bombshell's release information again. It seemed flawless and completely legal...
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Intelligence Office, Darkmount

Bombshell continued working on searching for targets, and he stood up, carrying a stack of datapads as he ambled towards Kickback. "Here you go, boss, most of their probable targets are here." he said, placing the datapads on his fellow Insecticon's table.

optimusskids
2010-02-01, 05:26 PM
Intelligence Office Darkmount

Retcon pondered

"the main weakpoints are power. I would target the distribution system personally its much harder to protect rather than the production facilities. There was some talk about reducing reserve levels of Energon before I was imprisoned as a cost cutting measure before I was imprisoned. I would check the reserve stocks it could have been the Imperials true target."

Ungla Cracker
2010-02-02, 03:04 AM
Medbay

Tinker had underestimated Frenzys speed. With speed akin to that of a cat he whipped the two pistols from his back. Both Bonecrusher and Tinker now each found them selves staring down the barrel of one of Frenzys ionic displacers.

“Your world Tinker is about to be melted down into a steaming pile of slag” his words caked in bile and disgust

Most of Frenzys attention was diverted to Tinker. He knew that the seeker was faster than the constructicon and the medics needle like injectors could easily pierce the cassettecons armour. Frenzy felt uneasy surrounded by agitated and seemingly hostile Cons. His trigger fingers quivered anticipating that the next move was going to be an attack.

“You two betta think hard and fast about your next move” he paused for a brief second, “just be thankful I’m not my hot headed brother or you would both be scrap iron by now.

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Corridors Darkmount

Rumble continued his undignified trip through Darkmount and then came to an all stop. Somehow he felt he had reached his destination. He was powerless to stop himself as he felt his hand clench into a fist raise up and lightly tap on the entrance to the Security Office.

“Guess whooooo…………………………

Blackjack
2010-02-02, 04:39 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Bonecrusher cocked his head to one side, and laughed at Frenzy's threats. "Do the math, punk. There are seven of us and one of you." The Constructicon moved his hands slowly to indicate Scavenger, Hook, Long Haul, Mixmaster, Glit and Tinker. "Plus, if things get ugly, don't you think Megatron would be annoyed if one of the Constructicons should be injured after all the effort they put in getting us back?"

The demolitions specialist transformed into his bulldozer mode and revved his engine loudly. "If you think you can even damage me, however, you are severely mistaken."
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Intelligence Office, Darkmount

"True." Bombshell replied to Retcon, and hurriedly typed a search for reserve energon stocks, and his eyes widened in glee. "Well, what do you know, you're right! It's slightly lower than it's supposed to be, but not low enough to raise suspicion. Look." the Insecticon said, turning the monitor of his computer towards Retcon and Kickback.
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Security Office, Darkmount

"Come in, in." Shrapnel said to Rumble.

Ungla Cracker
2010-02-02, 05:50 AM
Medbay

Frenzy had done the maths and his odds weren’t good but he certainly wasn’t going to lower his weapons and let the wolf pack tear him apart. He stood motionless for a few seconds before deciding on a plan of action. His solution started with a defiant rant,

“Oh I HAVE done the maths,” his voice got louder and louder until it was almost a scream “and in regards to damaging you I think you forgot to include the FRENZY FACTOR!”

The small mech squeezed the trigger, one shot aimed into Tinkers chest the other into Bonecrushers cab. With another swift move he made a dash for the door not waiting to see if the shots landed their target. Perhaps to others his actions seemed rash, even crazy but Frenzy wasn’t stupid. He realized Bonecrusher was right, if he did damage the dozercon there would be no doubt that Megatron would send him (Frenzy) to the brig or worse. He had taken care to set his ionic displacer to a low level, so it would at best stun the Constructicon. Tinker on the other hand was another matter and the cassettecon had set the power level accordingly high.

(OOC. Oh dear Frenzy you loon! iwonder if Clench will stand by and let carnage ensue.......;) )

Blackjack
2010-02-02, 07:17 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

Bonecrusher grunted as the low-powered ion blast from Frenzy shattered the windows of his cab and torched the dashboard and chair inside his alternate mode. It's a good thing I've got no drivers...

Bonecrusher roared as he charged forwards, treads spinning as fast as he could. Devastator's lower arm appeared out of subspace and mounted on Bonecrusher's hardpoint, and the drill on its end began to spin dangerously... (OOC: his toy's attack mode.) "Ohkay, little guy... you asked fer it!"

Tinker saw the blast coming, and rolled forwards so that the blast did not slam into his chest. He did not dodge it completely, though, and the blast exploded on his now-exposed back, causing the medic to wince.

optimusskids
2010-02-02, 07:22 AM
Medbay Darkmount

Scavenger transformed and extended his shovel in such a way as to attempt to trip Frenzy

Clogs
2010-02-02, 05:05 PM
Medbay, Darkmount

Taking another swig of energon wine, Glit resolved to keep out of the escalating fight. Truthfully, he had no real idea how it started, but he could see it was one of those stupid internecine Decepticon showdowns about status. He looked back to Hook and decided his decision was the right one; carefully, he hugged the newly-replaced wall, skirting the melee, making for the door.

Hook was on the verge of incandescent.

Knowing his vocals would be drowned by the din, the medic went to radio and, in a less than refined manner, bellowed: 'STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY!'

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Security Office, Darkmount

Rumble groaned silently as his body stepped forwards, activating the door's autosensors. "I'm here, Shrapnel," his voice acknowledged, suddenly without the least trace of Starscream's distinctive tones or delivery.

Chip1123
2010-02-02, 09:07 PM
(OOC: Sorry, been out of pocket for the last few days)


Clench sighed inwardly. The casseticon didn't realize how much work he had already done to calm the situation down and keep it from getting worse. Then the slagger had to go and make it worse by actually firing on other 'Cons. "Shrapnel, please send security down here if Frenzy and I don't report to your office soon. Trying to avoid trouble, but Frenzy is doing his best to stir it up. Not sure if it is avoidable now."

Clench pulled out his gun, firing a warning shot between Frenzy and the aggrivated 'Cons. "If anyone fires another shot" Clench began, "I will shoot WHOMEVER it is. STAND DOWN NOW." He bellowed. " Turning to Frenzy, "This includes you - stop behaving like a child. I alone will not be able to hold back everyone in this room, and don't feel like getting deactivated for something so worthless." He said icily.

Warcry
2010-02-03, 06:07 AM
Buzzsaw's Studio, Darkmount

Buzzsaw hummed to himself as he selected a series of brushes to use on Laserbeak. "Oh, yes. This will do nicely..."

He smiled in satisfaction as the paint booth stripped away his comrade's old paintwork, then started to spray on a fresh matte black base coat.

Once the paint jets had stopped, the booth's heat lamps clicked on.

"This will be a bit warm," he warned Laserbeak belatedly.
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Operations, Darkmount

Soundwave strode over to where Scrapper was working. "Can the drones handle the remainder of the repairs here?"

"I suppose they could, yes," Scrapper told him. "They won't do as good a job as a living engineer, but if I send someone through when they're done to check, it should be fine."

"Good," Soundwave told him. "I have a new assignment for you." He held out a datapad for Scrapper to read. "This project was actually initiated under Gigatron's rule, but his engineers could never manage to make it work properly."

Scrapper read the specifications that Soundwave had given him, and a surprised expression came over him. "Well, I can understand why. These things...they were designed to launch ships into orbit, not to be used as weapons."

"Then you are saying that you won't be able to do it?"

"Now, Soundwave," Scrapper said, his voice just a little bit scolding, "you've known me for a long time now. If that's what I meant, that's what I would have said. I'll need to take a look at the hardware to know for sure, but I think it's workable, if a bit crude."

Scrapper got up from the console he'd been working on and strode over to the nearest comm panel. "Scrapper to all engineering crews," he said, "I've just received priority orders from Soundwave. Anyone who is available should meet me on the rooftop hangar in two breems."
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Intelligence Office, Darkmount

Kickback looked over the list and picked an address at random. "We'll have to check out the storehouses first-hand," he said. "Bombshell pick one at random. Then grab a gun. You're coming with me. Retcon, would you mind staying here and running comms? We'll need someone who can give us instructions in the field."

Ungla Cracker
2010-02-03, 07:06 AM
Medbay

As Frenzy sprang for the door he could hear what sounded like a drill and an engine roaring, he glanced over his shoulder just in time to dodge Bonecrushers charge. However he had no time to notice that Scrapper had extended his shovel arm. As the cassetecon landed the Constructicon easily pushed him of balance. Frenzy with little dignity went tumbling into Hook, who by the looks of things had been trying to stop the brawl. Frenzy again raised his weapon and was about to squeeze the trigger for the third time before being startled into inactivity by Clenchs out burst.

The cassettecon froze breathing heavily he muttered,

“They started it…”

Blackjack
2010-02-03, 11:22 AM
Medbay, Darkmount

"We started it?" Bonecrusher balked at Frenzy. "You're the one who came into the room and insulted everyone." The Constructicon transformed, and considered charging the ex-Cassettecon. Seeing Clench and Hook, however, he decided against it. Bonecrusher subspaced his weapons and shrugged.

"He shot first. We defended ourselves." Tinker spat, scratching at his flesh wound. Nothing the CR chambers couldn't handle... the medic thought.

Bonecrusher nodded, as he heard Scrapper's message. "We're coming." The Constructicon replied to his leader, and he turned to face Hook, Scavenger and the other Constructicons. "Well, we've got ourselves a job, as it seems."
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Buzzsaw's Studio, Darkmount

"You don't say..." Laserbeak replied to Buzzsaw, and winced as the heat was turned on. "Ah, the pains one must endure to be a work of art..."
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Intelligence Office, Darkmount

"Eeniee meenie miny mo." Bombshell said, moving his fingers over the datapad. "This one." Bombshell pointed at one of the storehouses on the list. "Warehouse Number 29 at the Fringe."

Bombshell shrugged, "I need my mortar launcher back, Kickback. Either that or a little minion to do my dirty deeds. Can't you talk to security about it?"
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Security Office, Darkmount

The door slid open to admit Rumble. Shrapnel stood up and was about to speak when Clench's message came in through the loudspeakers, loud enough for both Rumble/Starscream and the Insecticon to hear.

"Well, I was figuring something out for you, but it seems your brother is in a bit of a fix, fix. What is he thinking- taking on the Constructicons, cons?" Shrapnel sighed as he pulled his grenade launcher from his desk. "I'll be sending troops there." Shrapnel replied to Clench.

The Insecticon gestured for a group of armed drones to prepare to move to the medbay, then turned back to Rumble. "Well, where to begin, begin?"

Chip1123
2010-02-03, 05:21 PM
"Shrapnel, the situation seems to have... dissipated. You can have the security stand down... for now." Clench said in reply.

"Thank you all for seeing reason. Before you leave," He said turning towards Hook and the others, "Were you able perform the operation Frenzy 'requested' ? If you weren't, do you know someone who could?"

Aero Blade
2010-02-04, 05:10 AM
Corridors, Darkmount

Having been announced on the general com, Tracer paused to hear the Scrapper's message. As much as he'd been intending to track down Soundwave, there was little much he could do about the other Con until he did something, aside from the two of them annoying eachother. It would do him no good to focus so wholely on the communications officer as to neglect other matters. Megatron, after all, had tasked him with improving the efficency of his division - how would he be able to do that if he wasn't aware of all the happenings?

Now interested in what was to be happening up above soon, Tracer adjusted his direction, headed towads a lift to take him back towards the roof once more. The sooner he knew, the better.