Cybertron's long night is over. The centuries-long reign of tyranny and oppression is crumbling, shattered by the Decepticon resistance and their charismatic leader Megatron. The rebels have lashed out against the ruling elite, killing their oppressors and welcoming into their ranks all manner of disenfranchised free-thinkers who want nothing more than to live free from the government's oppressive boot.
Finally, they have struck a great blow for their cause. Faced by the arrogant Zeta Prime and a band of soldiers who invaded his very home, Megatron gave the Autobot leader a slow death by poison that would allow him to return home to Iacon before he died. Meanwhile, his soldiers have been dispatched to free like-minded citizens from two of the most notorious Autobot prison camps.
But the Autobots have not been idle. Their military is always dangerous, always developing new and more dangerous weapons. The Decepticons' resources are growing too, but will it be enough?
Ironhide escorted Zeta to his seat and helped the obviously flagging Autobot leader to strap in. As he did, he said quietly, "Whut happened? Can we get ya stable usin' whut we got onboard, or should Ah have 'Rion fly us ta th' closest medcenter?"
Obsidian nodded at Lugnut's reply. "Good." The Aerospace Commander hovered closer to the Captain. "How long until we reach the orbital prison, Captain?"
The Captain scowled, but did not argue. "In about... well, that's it coming up the viewscreen, really."
"How long, Captain?" Obsidian repeated, tapping his long index finger impatiently on the other arm where he was folding his arms.
"Umm... one and a half breem?" the Captain replied.
"Schematics for the prison. Do you have it?" Obsidian said again. The Captain nodded, and brought it up on the viewscreen of the middle of the room. Obsidian hovered to look at it, and was silent for a short while, before nodding. "It has not changed much ever since I placed the insurgents personally into the Orbital Prison. Then again, it is reasonable to assume that it would be impractical to modify a facility floating around our dear planet, hmm?"
Skywarp chuckled, but everyone else was silent.
Obsidian waved at the Captain with his long fingers. "Do tell the wardens that everything is fine."
"And when we dock?" The Captain asked
"Go with the rest of your crew into the cargo bay and do nothing. I stand by my word that none of your crew will be harmed, so long as we do not have any... zealots on board." Obsidian nodded. "We will leave Springer on board the shuttle. Grimlock, get here. We'll board the Orbital Prison in forty nano-clicks."
Skywarp shrugged. "Where do you want me to teleport, boss?"
Obsidian pointed at the map with his long, skeletal index finger. "Straight here, in the control room of the Prison. Once Grimlock gets here, teleport the four of us there." Obsidian turned to the Captain. "I trust you and your copilots will not be foolish enough to cross us, or attack Springer. Warn the wardens if you must, but I warn you, that will not be a wise thing to do."
Grimlock lumbered into the room, and Obsidian turned to Skywarp. "Now."
Skywarp snapped his fingers, and along with Obsidian, Grimlock and Lugnut he swirled into a swirl of colours...
And reappeared in the Control Room of the Orbital Prison with a loud CRACK. "BOO!" Skywarp yelled, as he leapt towards one of the officers and knocked him down with a savage punch to the head.
"Surrender, and live!" Obsidian announced, retracting his fingers, and firing laser blasts from his gauntlet into the surprised officers.
"Certainly, Megatron is much more.... controlled than you are, Predacon." Scorponok told the shorter Decepticon.
He did not share in Predacon's chuckle as he regarded Magnus. Oh, he enjoyed this, certainly... but play time was over. This was serious... fun, no doubt, but serious.
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Rapido boarded the shuttle and looked on as Ironhide helped Zeta to his seat. He jumped back as Nightstalker appeared from the shadows, catching him by surprise. "I don't. Any of you?" He said, turning to the others.
Thrust reviewed the tapes that the Vehicons sent to him. "Don't shoot yet. We need to get inside first. Don't speak unless you absolutely need to. Onslaught, Stormwudgher, and myself are the guards. Brick and Hammer are the 'prisoners' So make sure you act out your roles." He finished saying as he approached the landing pad. He transformed, and walked over to the intercomm. "Prisoner transfer." He spoke in as he entered the codes Ratbat had given to them into the keypad.
(OOC: Sorry if I got Storm's name slightly wrong - Is someone still controlling them, or do I need to NPC him and Onslaught?)
While Scorponok did not share in the laughter, Tarantulas was happy to oblige and let out his signature cackle while rubbing his hands. "Oooh! This is teh moment that I have been waiting for ever since I saw Magnus at the mercy of our creation. I'm calling dibs on his brain module," he quickly added.
Kup sat down as the others tended to Zeta Prime. "First thing we've got to do is get back to Iacon and let them know that we're coming in with the Prime down," he said.
"Copy that," Springer replied. Guard duty. Great. With all these abilities that I have, I'm assigned to keep the shuttle safe, Springer thought an dthat shrugged. Guess I still have to earn my place.
(OOC: Ulcrain, I don't think you're allowed to pick up 'real' named characters like Kick-Off without first saying so in the character claims thread... and even then, your slot is already full even when we don't consider Selkadoom's characters... )
Of course, the reason Obsidian had picked Springer to guard the prisoners was not out of mistrust, but really it was because out of the four troops, Springer was the only one Obsidian trusted. Mainly because it appeared that Springer was under some kind of... leash by this 'Team Science'. Obsidian knew not to underestimate Grimlock, and Lugnut had shown to be... reluctant. And only a fool would trust Skywarp to stay still unsupervised.
Of course, Springer didn't know any of these.
The Captain and the copilots entered the cargo bay obediently enough, without alerting the orbital prison guards. However, they looked very sullen.
The Captain gave Springer an angry glare. "You don't have to do this. They'll kill the guards on board the Orbital Prison." the Captain said, his voice almost pleading.
The words from the captain rang true with Springer and he knew that probably none of his newfound collegues would leave any mech standing within the Orbital Prison. "I suppose that they will," Springer returned in a cold and nonchalant tone and not giving the captain a look.
Springer remembered his mercenary days when he fought alongside Blitzwing as a gun for hire. He never liked that world much and was always looking for some kind of purpose in his life. Right now, he feels as if he belongs somewhere. Serving a goal and not going on a rampage or some other kind of mindless destructive path, just because somebody paid him to do so.
He finally looked back at the captain. Anger. Dispair. He could see both in the optics of the mech, but for some reason, it didn't move Springer at all. Could it be that the triple changer process he underwent changed him as a mech. He knows that he would've listened to the pleas of prisoners in the past, but not right now. Fellow mercs always told him that he was more of a hero than a merc. It was as if his thought process had been altered. "There's nothing I can or will do for you," he replied.
Clench was slightly peeved at the turn of events as they were playing out in the palace. His new prize in the arena, Grimlock, was being sent on military missions. That was the problem with war - it took away the best candidates for his games. He could always start doing black market energon and weapons deals, but other bots like Swindle already had a handle on those. He sighed, unsure where this new regime was going to take him.
Thrust smiled as the prison door opened, the code they had been given worked like a charm. Thrust led the way, the Vehicons presumably behind him. He mouthed so that the others could hear him. "On my signal. Not before."
Onslaught and Stormwudgher were behind the vehicons, and prodded them forward. "Hurry up scum." Onslaught barked out, making a show of it for the guards.
There were 3 in the room - one behind the desk who stood up at their entrance, one to the far right, sitting and reading the latest reports, hardly caring to glance up and pay them any attention, and the last guard who was on a call. Shouldn't be too hard, Thrust though to himself, But I'd like to make sure that guard is off his call so no early warning goes off.
(OOC: just moving the story along... if there should be more guards, let me know)
"Foolish, foolish guard. You go with the explanation that best suits the argument you wish to make, in spite of your lack of data." Sparkstalker said to Stungun. "In short, you speak of things you know nothing about."
Sparkstalker then turned around, wearing his "I have nothing further to say to you" face.
These guards were beginning to get on his nerves. The opportunity to escape had better come soon.....
Even as Kup started speaking, Orion had the shuttle lifting off, the hatch hissing shut almost as an afterthought.
"Even if one'a us does have th' same oil codin', Nahghtstawlker, if we don't got th' equipment ta do a transfusion, it ain't gonna help." Ironhide scowled. Blaster wounds, he understood. Horrible, gaping wounds, he understood. He wasn't a doctor by any stretch of the imagination, but he knew enough basic med-tech stuff to stabilize the greviously wounded, or at least keep them from leaking out too quickly. But poisoning, as this appeared to be? Not a clue.
"I've got the engines cranked all the way up. We should make Iacon in a couple of vorns."
Ironhide nodded. Kid's holdin' up pretty well, he thought to himself. "Rapido, get on the comm an' let 'em know we're comin' in with Zeta down. Figger it's fuel system contamination so they'll be ready. Kup, grab a medscanner out'a stores an' see if ya c'n figger out whut they poisoned him with. 'Stawlker, keep sniffin'-"
"My oil should work," Orion's voice carried back from the pilot's seat. "I'm classified as a universal donor."
"An' Ah'm gonna go through whut we got an' see if we c'n pull off a transfusion." With that, the old Autobot straightened up and went to the storage area in the back.
Thrust smiled inwardly as the rest of his group got spread out, able to cover the angles and the group. Onslaught went to the left, near the guard who had just hung up his call. Stormwudger was positioning himself near the guard who was reading. Mindwipe was moving forward and Thundercracker was guarding the rear. Maybe they aren't all incompetent after all
As Thrust walked forward, he pulled a datapad out. "Got two prisoners for ya." He said as he walked towards the desk. "Need ya to sign off on the transfer." As he finished the sentence, he pretended to stumble and dropped the datapad beside the guard, who bent down to pick it up.
As the guard bent to pick it up, Thrust spoke one word to his group. "Now." Thrust pulled his weapon and pointed at the guard's head, knowing his team would be doing the same to the other two guards.
Clench looked over at Ratbat, not trying too hard to hide the disdain for the recent events in his eyes. "What do you care?" He said pointedly to the other bot. If Ratbat could read the thoughts behind his question, he might have balked at the sheer audacity.
I seem to have no place in this new regime's plan other than perhaps a common foot-soldier. My plans had almost come to fruition. I deserve more than this - begging for table scraps like some kind of common pet."
Rapido turned to Kup, "Do you think it's wise to broadcast that the Prime is down? It could cause a panic."
Overlord walked sternly out of the gate, pondering what pathetic mechanoid they would pit against him, in hopes of providing a challenge. A loud voice boomed out over the din of the crowd. "My fellow Cybertronians, allow me to introduce the one man wrecking machine, the ambassador of destruction OVERLORD!" The crowd immediately erupted into a thunderous applause, yes, worship me you pitiful empties he thought gazing across stadium eyeing the crowd with contempt. His gaze was quickly caught however by the doors opening on the opposite side of the ring. Out walked one of the biggest mechs he'd seen in this contest. "In the other corner we have the titanic terror from Tarn, TANK!" the announcer shouted in mock excitement. Hmm, this one looks as stupid as his name suggest he is he thought. They're making this match far too easy on me.
The two combatants approached the center of the ring slowly, each sizing up the other. The pair began trading blows. Overlord was knocked to the ground by Tank's mighty blow. Turning and running to the other side of the ring he transformed in an attempt to finish Overlord with a shot from his tank barrel. Unfortunately he wasn't fast enough to fully transform before Overlord got up and pulled out his javelin. “What a poor decision you've made, my dim mech” he said throwing the weapon at tank's abdominal joint. “Urrgh” howled the giant mech, clutching the javelin. Before he could recover overlord was on him finishing him off with one well placed stab to the laser core. “Don't get up” he muttered.
Turning to leave he gazed at the crowd once more, Cheer while you may, one day all cybertronians will quail before me.he thought as he entered the tunnel.
"You guys start on without me, I have got some... unfinished business to catch up with. Hopefully it will supply me- us with lots of new potential targets." Scorponok told Predacon and Tarantulas. "I'd appreciate it if you guys left something for me to do, though."
Striding away from the dungeons (fully aware of Sixshot's glare boring onto his back), Scorponok went back into the main body of the palace and singled out Clench.
Ignoring Ratbat, whose political connections would prove moot now that Megatron's new regime was going to be instated, where people with proper talent and use would be at a higher caste as opposed to who knew how to please others.
"Clench." Scorponok said as a way of greeting. "How do you find all this, then?" Scorponok waved his claw at the massive room, at the people murmuring and discussing about the recent happenings.
Clench smiled as Scorponok walked over, keeping his innermost thoughts to himself. "Megatron is most... cunning." He said, choosing his words carefully. If Megatron doesn't mind poisoning the Prime, I had best watch my tongue if I want to keep my head...
"He play's a dangerous game. He is bold and decisive. I'm interested to see how it all shakes out." Clench replied back to Scorponok.
As Thrust pulled his gun up on the guard in front of him and gave the command, his troops went to action.
The guard nearest Onslaught made it half way out of his chair before Onslaught delivered a massive blow to the back of the guard's neck, knocking him down. He pulled out his gun and advised him not to move.
Stormwudgher had no such mercy. As his guard moved the datapad he was reading aside so that he could see what was happening, he found a blaster pointed at his face. He only had a microsecond to register the fact before Stormwudgher pulled the trigger, and the guard's head ceased to be on his shoulders.
Thrust looked over, trying not to chuckle. "If you don't want to end up like him," He told the guard, "then I would advise you to cooperate - no hero business."
"Never heard of an encrypted transmission, kid?" Kup said to Rapido while shaking his head and grabbing a scanner.
Must be because of the stress of the current situation that the kid might have forgotten about it. Doesn't happen every day that the Prime is down. "By the way, you were with The Prime. Remember anything that Megatron could've said about Prime's current state?"
Springer glanced at the Captain. "You're right," he replied. "I don't." Which was a flat out lie. There was some concern going trough his system for the current prisoners. He didn't want to see them die, but for some reason, he couldn't dwell on it long and it seemed like he just didn't care.
"We're following a new regime. One that will change Cybertron forever." It wasn't in Springer's character to follow anybody. That's why he turned merc, because he hated following orders for too long. He wonders when it was when he made the decision to join up with the Decepticons, but he can't remember much of it.
(ooc: Is Sixshot following Scorponok or the others?) Governor's Palace
"You don't have to tell me twice," Tarantulas giggled when Scorponok said to start without him. Tarantulas rubbed his hands in anticipation. It's been a while since he had access to a subject such as Magnus.
"So what should we do with Magnus first, Predacon? I have a million ideas, none of which he'll be able to survive though," he said laughing.
Magnus sat on the floor. Meditating. It was something he was taught to do during his rookie years in the academy. It helped him heal faster and become stronger. It wasn't an obligatory class to follow, but Magnus wanted learn as much as he could during his time there. Most Cybertronians believe that mediatating is just a waste of energron, but in truth it actually helps Magnus conserve some and redirect his systems to focus on restorative procedures. It's probably what saved his life when he was defeated by Sixshot.
It was something new to Magnus. Ever since he stepped foot in the Academy, he never lost a battle. That was until one day, a new recruit from the new correctional program came in. A criminal that opted to join the army instead of doing time. This mech used a kind of strategy that he had never seen before. Very gung ho and hardly applying any strategy at all and just improvise. He could probably learn a thing or two from him. Then there was Sixshot. An unstoppable force he had never encountered before. Nothing seemed to work to stop the guy, but Magnus knew that he had to do everything to try and do so for the scientists to get away. He was successful in doing so, but it nearly cost him his life.
Magnus suddenly heard footsteps coming closer and knew that he was getting visitors.