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Arcee, Corridors
Backhand gave the necessary directions, so Arcee hung a left and followed the signs down the corridor.
Of course, considering the extensive battle damage to this place, most of those signs were now lying on the floor and in pieces. Still, the destruction hadn't made it very far in this direction; the further she and Backhand moved from the primary corridors, the less damage there was. Even so, they passed quite a few battle-ravaged chassis of Autobot guards. At least one looked like it belonged to a member of her current body's model line.
In short order they reached the doorway to the Surgical Annex. Arcee laid Backhand down (grateful for the respite from his weight) and peeked in. "I brought Backhand with me," she informed Downshift and Powerflash.
When she spotted Searchlight's head, her jaw slackened. She hadn't realized he'd been among the deceased, but now she knew who the white-and-blue wreckage in the courtyard had belonged to.
[Original RPG] Collapse: Struck a Nerve (Altihex)
Corridors
The site of his wrecked trailer left Overload disgusted. All four tires had been melted while the once gray and red paint was charred black. This will take forever to fix! Sighing heavily, the Micromaster began to work.
Sub-Level 2
The CR chamber containing Crossblades successfully repaired the damage to the Pretender's shell. However, his robot mode required the skills of someone like Ratchet or First Aid due to its critically damaged state.
The site of his wrecked trailer left Overload disgusted. All four tires had been melted while the once gray and red paint was charred black. This will take forever to fix! Sighing heavily, the Micromaster began to work.
Sub-Level 2
The CR chamber containing Crossblades successfully repaired the damage to the Pretender's shell. However, his robot mode required the skills of someone like Ratchet or First Aid due to its critically damaged state.
Maximum Security Surgical Annexe
"And you brought him here why?" Downshift asked Arcee incredulously. "He's a traitor who tried to kill Powerflash here. He should be under constant guard in...well, here, actually, if the boss decides to extract his brain module and laser core for cold storage like the other dangerous criminals."
To Powerflash he said, "It's already underway, but I have no idea which of our troops are still alive and functional."
"And you brought him here why?" Downshift asked Arcee incredulously. "He's a traitor who tried to kill Powerflash here. He should be under constant guard in...well, here, actually, if the boss decides to extract his brain module and laser core for cold storage like the other dangerous criminals."
To Powerflash he said, "It's already underway, but I have no idea which of our troops are still alive and functional."
Arcee, Surgical Annex
The sight of Searchlight's disembodied head -- possessed of not a spark of remaining lifeforce -- felt the proverbial punch to Arcee's gut. She'd known Searchlight; she'd fought alongside him. This was yet another blow to the Autobots that she couldn't help but take personally; as a result, she wasn't in the best frame of mind upon hearing Downshift's reaction.
Turning to Downshift, she scowled as he described the list of charges against Backhand. "I brought him here because he asked me to," she shot back. "Because I didn't know anything about any traitorous actions. Maybe if someone had bothered to let me in on that little detail, maybe I'd have done something different with him. As it is, I'm doing what I came here from Iacon to do: help this prison and its personnel. If you don't want my help, just say so."
This, she reflected, was probably why she hadn't achieved a higher rank in the Autobot army: her temper and her mouth frequently got the better of her.
The sight of Searchlight's disembodied head -- possessed of not a spark of remaining lifeforce -- felt the proverbial punch to Arcee's gut. She'd known Searchlight; she'd fought alongside him. This was yet another blow to the Autobots that she couldn't help but take personally; as a result, she wasn't in the best frame of mind upon hearing Downshift's reaction.
Turning to Downshift, she scowled as he described the list of charges against Backhand. "I brought him here because he asked me to," she shot back. "Because I didn't know anything about any traitorous actions. Maybe if someone had bothered to let me in on that little detail, maybe I'd have done something different with him. As it is, I'm doing what I came here from Iacon to do: help this prison and its personnel. If you don't want my help, just say so."
This, she reflected, was probably why she hadn't achieved a higher rank in the Autobot army: her temper and her mouth frequently got the better of her.
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Maximum Security Surgical Annexe
Powerflash's optics glowed an icy blue
"so you survived. Found some trouble you couldn't run away from. I wouldn't be suprised if your Con friends left your sniveling carcass behind delibrately. The crime is Treason, the punishment is death. Mr Downshift dispose of the prisoner as you see fit until we can hold a trial."
Powerflash's optics glowed an icy blue
"so you survived. Found some trouble you couldn't run away from. I wouldn't be suprised if your Con friends left your sniveling carcass behind delibrately. The crime is Treason, the punishment is death. Mr Downshift dispose of the prisoner as you see fit until we can hold a trial."
Control Room
Windcharger grunted as he grappled with Sandslicer. The scorpionlike Decepticon snapped at him with claws and tail, but is no match for Windcharger. Rage consumed Windcharger. Rage of Searchlight's death. Of the fact that Bumblebee is imprisoned. Of the fact that the Decepticons have escaped...
Windcharger hit him again, and again, and again, and again...
Soon, all that is left of the Decepticon is a puddle of oil and metal. Windcharger composed himself, looking icily at the dead body. He felt no remorse.
"Windcharger to Powerflash, be aware of escapees. I met one and he's summarily... executed."
Windcharger grunted as he grappled with Sandslicer. The scorpionlike Decepticon snapped at him with claws and tail, but is no match for Windcharger. Rage consumed Windcharger. Rage of Searchlight's death. Of the fact that Bumblebee is imprisoned. Of the fact that the Decepticons have escaped...
Windcharger hit him again, and again, and again, and again...
Soon, all that is left of the Decepticon is a puddle of oil and metal. Windcharger composed himself, looking icily at the dead body. He felt no remorse.
"Windcharger to Powerflash, be aware of escapees. I met one and he's summarily... executed."
Maximum Security Surgical Annex
Backhand struggled erect, hauling himself up by the numerous storage locker handles set into the wall, and faced Powerflash. He was thinking that, here at the end of it, if he was going down the other was going with him.
"Downshift," he said, optics equally as hard as Powerflash's. "I'll admit to not following every little precious bit of the Autobot Code, but I ain't no traitor. So I got scared and ran? I'm not the first to do that... but I wasn't running from the fight - I WAS RUNNING FROM POWERFLASH!"
Leaning back for support, he pointed Searchlight's disembodied head.
"Did he do that..?"
Backhand struggled erect, hauling himself up by the numerous storage locker handles set into the wall, and faced Powerflash. He was thinking that, here at the end of it, if he was going down the other was going with him.
"Downshift," he said, optics equally as hard as Powerflash's. "I'll admit to not following every little precious bit of the Autobot Code, but I ain't no traitor. So I got scared and ran? I'm not the first to do that... but I wasn't running from the fight - I WAS RUNNING FROM POWERFLASH!"
Leaning back for support, he pointed Searchlight's disembodied head.
"Did he do that..?"
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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Altihex
Conflagration sloshed out of the fuel station his tankage topped up.
Causually he flicked a match behind him and heard the whoomph as the station ignited.
~*~
Slicer sped down the road heading at full speed away from the prison.
"Wheeljack to Hacksaw I will be at the lab (code for back up rendezvous 2) in 3 breems over."
Conflagration sloshed out of the fuel station his tankage topped up.
Causually he flicked a match behind him and heard the whoomph as the station ignited.
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Slicer sped down the road heading at full speed away from the prison.
"Wheeljack to Hacksaw I will be at the lab (code for back up rendezvous 2) in 3 breems over."
Maximum Security Surgical Annexe
"Never mind that," Downshift told Arcee dismissively. "We need to worry about real problems right now, not fight amongst ourselves."
He glared at Backhand. "I don't care why you did what you did. This isn't the first time you've shown signs of betrayal, but mark my words -- it will be the last." He glanced toward Searchlight's head and said. "And that's none of your business, scum."
Turning his attention back to Arcee he said, "Would you please escort the prisoner to the surgical suite and lock him in a secure CR chamber for repairs?"
Then, turning back to Powerflash, he said, "And speaking of real problems...I don't think we can wait for help to arrive from Iacon." He gestured toward the far wall -- where the sparkless bodies of the prison's most dangerous inmates were stored -- and pointed toward a particular stasis pod.
"If there has ever been anyone equipped to hunt down the escapees, it's him."
The Omnibot strode over to the pod and brushed away the dust that had gathered on it, revealing the name "REPUGNUS" etched into the metal.
"Never mind that," Downshift told Arcee dismissively. "We need to worry about real problems right now, not fight amongst ourselves."
He glared at Backhand. "I don't care why you did what you did. This isn't the first time you've shown signs of betrayal, but mark my words -- it will be the last." He glanced toward Searchlight's head and said. "And that's none of your business, scum."
Turning his attention back to Arcee he said, "Would you please escort the prisoner to the surgical suite and lock him in a secure CR chamber for repairs?"
Then, turning back to Powerflash, he said, "And speaking of real problems...I don't think we can wait for help to arrive from Iacon." He gestured toward the far wall -- where the sparkless bodies of the prison's most dangerous inmates were stored -- and pointed toward a particular stasis pod.
"If there has ever been anyone equipped to hunt down the escapees, it's him."
The Omnibot strode over to the pod and brushed away the dust that had gathered on it, revealing the name "REPUGNUS" etched into the metal.
Arcee, Surgical Annex
When Backhand pointed out that something had been done to Searchlight's head, Arcee took a closer look and gaped. Judging by the amount of wiring hooked up to the Throttlebot's skull, someone was either trying to keep him alive or use him to pick up broadcast signals from Earth. Either way, the end result was horrifying. Arcee couldn't tell if the revival would actually work, but it was almost a certainty that Searchlight would never be the same again.
Downshift asked her to escort Backhand to a secure CR chamber, so she nodded and put aside her negativity to focus on the task at hand. "C'mon, you," she told Backhand as she grabbed one of his arms and kicked in her vernier thrusters. This time she didn't bother carrying him; instead she dragged him out into the hallway and followed the signs to a nearby surgical suite.
A suite that would turn out to be occupied...
When Backhand pointed out that something had been done to Searchlight's head, Arcee took a closer look and gaped. Judging by the amount of wiring hooked up to the Throttlebot's skull, someone was either trying to keep him alive or use him to pick up broadcast signals from Earth. Either way, the end result was horrifying. Arcee couldn't tell if the revival would actually work, but it was almost a certainty that Searchlight would never be the same again.
Downshift asked her to escort Backhand to a secure CR chamber, so she nodded and put aside her negativity to focus on the task at hand. "C'mon, you," she told Backhand as she grabbed one of his arms and kicked in her vernier thrusters. This time she didn't bother carrying him; instead she dragged him out into the hallway and followed the signs to a nearby surgical suite.
A suite that would turn out to be occupied...
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Corridors
Aghast at being brushed aside by Downshift, Backhand reached impulsively for his sub-spaced bazooka, but Arcee grabbed him and, in agony, he was dragged from the sickbay. The pain was so bad it left him wavering at the edge of offlining before he could slam in the necessary signal blockers and close down most of the feedback.
"You... gotta listen," he said, vocals barely audible over the sound of his own body scraping along the floor. "Powerflash ain't... right in the... head... Dangerous..."
Aghast at being brushed aside by Downshift, Backhand reached impulsively for his sub-spaced bazooka, but Arcee grabbed him and, in agony, he was dragged from the sickbay. The pain was so bad it left him wavering at the edge of offlining before he could slam in the necessary signal blockers and close down most of the feedback.
"You... gotta listen," he said, vocals barely audible over the sound of his own body scraping along the floor. "Powerflash ain't... right in the... head... Dangerous..."
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
Arcee, Surgical Suite
Backhand tried explaining that Powerflash was dangerous, but Arcee didn't think he was in any position to make such accusations. Coming to a stop outside the Surgical Suite, she was about to tell him so when she heard loud, rhythmic clanging sounds coming from within the suite.
Peeking inside, she saw that one of the secure CR chambers was being hit repeatedly by a mech who looked like he'd been pieced together from the aftermath of a demolition derby. Clearly, it was a prisoner. "Can't get this stupid thing to open..."
"Hey, you! What do you think you're doing?" Arcee demanded.
Seeing that he had a visitor, the mech turned and glared at Arcee. "Well, if it ain't a chickbot. Name's Pileup." He made a show of flexing his chassis, as if he were somehow supposed to seem impressive. Then he peered at her, taking a closer look. "You look familiar ... oh yeah. You got a similar body style as one of the guards I trashed. Think he said his name was Skiff. Those thrusters on his back're pretty sweet, so I just had to take 'em off him." He held up a pair of vernier thrusters very much like Arcee's own; now that she thought about it, the guard she'd seen in the corridor had been missing his thrusters. "To bad I can't reach where I wanna put 'em on my back. Wanna help me out?"
Arcee glowered at the criminal. "You like spare parts, huh? I think I can help you out with that." With a grunt of effort, she picked up Backhand and tossed him at Pileup.
The prisoner caught the guard, somewhat confused. "Hey, I know you! Backhand, right? You've been a complete torquewrench to me the whole time I've been here...."
As Pileup's attention was still focused on the guard he was carrying, Arcee quickly drew one of her swords and turned on its energon charge. In a smooth motion, she sliced Pileup's legs off at the knees, causing the mech to topple onto his back, pinned to the floor underneath Backhand's weight.
"No fair!" Pileup whined as Arcee sheathed her sword and collected Backhand, placing him in one secure CR chamber.
Turning back to Pileup, Arcee kicked him hard in the jaw, to get him to shut up. "Just so you know," she informed him as she opened up the other CR chamber and lugged Pileup into it, "this is a secure CR chamber, which means it doesn't open from the inside. You only get to leave the chamber when someone lets you out. That goes for both of you."
Backhand tried explaining that Powerflash was dangerous, but Arcee didn't think he was in any position to make such accusations. Coming to a stop outside the Surgical Suite, she was about to tell him so when she heard loud, rhythmic clanging sounds coming from within the suite.
Peeking inside, she saw that one of the secure CR chambers was being hit repeatedly by a mech who looked like he'd been pieced together from the aftermath of a demolition derby. Clearly, it was a prisoner. "Can't get this stupid thing to open..."
"Hey, you! What do you think you're doing?" Arcee demanded.
Seeing that he had a visitor, the mech turned and glared at Arcee. "Well, if it ain't a chickbot. Name's Pileup." He made a show of flexing his chassis, as if he were somehow supposed to seem impressive. Then he peered at her, taking a closer look. "You look familiar ... oh yeah. You got a similar body style as one of the guards I trashed. Think he said his name was Skiff. Those thrusters on his back're pretty sweet, so I just had to take 'em off him." He held up a pair of vernier thrusters very much like Arcee's own; now that she thought about it, the guard she'd seen in the corridor had been missing his thrusters. "To bad I can't reach where I wanna put 'em on my back. Wanna help me out?"
Arcee glowered at the criminal. "You like spare parts, huh? I think I can help you out with that." With a grunt of effort, she picked up Backhand and tossed him at Pileup.
The prisoner caught the guard, somewhat confused. "Hey, I know you! Backhand, right? You've been a complete torquewrench to me the whole time I've been here...."
As Pileup's attention was still focused on the guard he was carrying, Arcee quickly drew one of her swords and turned on its energon charge. In a smooth motion, she sliced Pileup's legs off at the knees, causing the mech to topple onto his back, pinned to the floor underneath Backhand's weight.
"No fair!" Pileup whined as Arcee sheathed her sword and collected Backhand, placing him in one secure CR chamber.
Turning back to Pileup, Arcee kicked him hard in the jaw, to get him to shut up. "Just so you know," she informed him as she opened up the other CR chamber and lugged Pileup into it, "this is a secure CR chamber, which means it doesn't open from the inside. You only get to leave the chamber when someone lets you out. That goes for both of you."
Maximum Security Surgical Annexe
"I remember," Downshift assured Powerflash, "and it's things like what he did there that make him ideal for this assignment. I realize that it's not ideal, but right now we can't afford to be picky. Trust me, I don't make this suggestion lightly."
He listened to what Backhand had to say as he was dragged away, but Downshift didn't need anyone to tell him that Powerflash had lost it.
"I remember," Downshift assured Powerflash, "and it's things like what he did there that make him ideal for this assignment. I realize that it's not ideal, but right now we can't afford to be picky. Trust me, I don't make this suggestion lightly."
He listened to what Backhand had to say as he was dragged away, but Downshift didn't need anyone to tell him that Powerflash had lost it.
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Surgical suite, secure CR chamber
Backhand struggled to get off the unprepossessing Pileup, but, without the use of his legs, that was pretty much no-go; luckily, though, Pileup had no time to pull bits off him. When Arcee waded in, he was thrown to the floor again and barely had time to groan before she slammed him into one of the CR chambers, and the plexisteel door slid shut.
Tried to play hero, he thought to himself as the repair system automatically flashed an assessment beam over his exoform and began to cycle him down. Won't make the same mistake twice. If I ever get the chance to make any more mistakes...
For a moment, Backhand considered the bazooka in his subspace pocket (overlooked by the indignant Arcee) as well as the small, highly-valuable stash of goods there, and an almost feral smirk touched his lips. Then, he went offline.
Backhand struggled to get off the unprepossessing Pileup, but, without the use of his legs, that was pretty much no-go; luckily, though, Pileup had no time to pull bits off him. When Arcee waded in, he was thrown to the floor again and barely had time to groan before she slammed him into one of the CR chambers, and the plexisteel door slid shut.
Tried to play hero, he thought to himself as the repair system automatically flashed an assessment beam over his exoform and began to cycle him down. Won't make the same mistake twice. If I ever get the chance to make any more mistakes...
For a moment, Backhand considered the bazooka in his subspace pocket (overlooked by the indignant Arcee) as well as the small, highly-valuable stash of goods there, and an almost feral smirk touched his lips. Then, he went offline.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
Maximum Security Surgical Annexe
Windcharger dragged the dead body of Sandslicer behind him. Well, what's left of the Decepticon anyway. "Powerflash, Downshift, here's another escapee. Be aware. They're still plentiful here. This one is... ah, executed."
He dropped the body outside the room, and the letters caught his eye. "What's that?... Repugnus? Repugnus, the Monsterbot? We've got Autobots chained up here that can help us and you never told us?"
Windcharger dragged the dead body of Sandslicer behind him. Well, what's left of the Decepticon anyway. "Powerflash, Downshift, here's another escapee. Be aware. They're still plentiful here. This one is... ah, executed."
He dropped the body outside the room, and the letters caught his eye. "What's that?... Repugnus? Repugnus, the Monsterbot? We've got Autobots chained up here that can help us and you never told us?"
Maximum Security Surgical Annexe
Ironfist watched as Windcharger dropped the dead body in front of those in the Annex. He nodded in approval.
"One less to deal with." Ironfist said. "Internal Comm still working? Gather those left that way."
"One less to deal with." Ironfist said. "Internal Comm still working? Gather those left that way."
No Reserves, No Retreats, and No Regrets!!!