by Insidious » Fri Jun 14, 2013 1:15 pm
- Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
- Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Garrus 9 – Cell Block B
Icepick had paid little attention to the Autobot guard threatening him. It was part and parcel of what some of them felt they had to do in order to maintain order in this prison. Let the Autobot do what he would. Anything short of full death would ensure the Monstercon had an opportunity to return the favor at a later date, because he knew there was something going on that was bigger than all of them.
A flash in Icepick's mind, a monstrously grotesque, metallic face. Gone as quickly as it had appeared.
Icepick stood still in his cell, even as everything rumbled around him. It had felt like their entire cell block was suddenly under direct assault and that the prison itself was now collapsing on itself. It wasn't of course, but there was no denying the impression.
The energy field separating Icepick from the guard had been deactivated: whether it was due to the guard's request to his colleague or from whatever was attacking them Icepick neither knew nor cared. As more of the cell block ceiling particles crumbled downward, crashing violently against the floor, it only seemed to make the ruckus amongst the prison population even more vehement. Icepick knew this sensation well. They were on the verge of a riot. Only their cells were keeping that urge at bay.
Except, they weren't.
Past the guard, Icepick could see that prisoners on some levels were beginning to shakily exit their cells. On others, the energy fields or metallic doors remained perfectly in tact.
The guard who was about to inflict some sort of mortal punishment on Icepick for his relatively minor taunting could now receive what was coming to him--more quickly than icepick had even imagined.
As the guard stepped back out of Icepick's cell, obviously trying to get a handle on what exactly was going on, two arms shot outward and forced him back inside, throwing him to the floor and straddling the guard before he even had a chance to react.
React he did, of course. The electrified stun rod in the guard's right hand was knocked clear before he could even get it up. Icepick leaned over guard, engaging his olfactory sensors and inhaling the microscopic particles that all sentient life exuded.
"W-what the slag, Icepick? I-I was just....y'know. I wasn't s-serious! It--"
"Shhhhhhh," Icepick said, putting a finger over the guard's vocalizer. "Shush now. I know you're lying to me. It's alright. On some level I forgive you. You fell into the same trap that many in power do. They feel it gives them a license to act like charred slag. That is....until they get the tables turned on them. Then their true colors come out. I see yours. And now you.......you get to see mine."
Icepick smiled pleasantly.
"I was never called a 'Monstercon' by accident."
As the next massive chunk of debris fell, a spark-splitting scream could be heard from Icepick's cell.
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The Steelhaven--Bridge
Even with his magnetics engaged, the impact of the crash had thrown Cyclonus from one side of the bridge to the other, shattering the viewport and filling much of the bridge with debris and flames as damaged equipment sparked from nearly every accessible console.
There was a noticeable lag, but when Cyclonu's optics began feeding him new data once more, he was actually somewhat surprised. Though he had a plan in mind in case he survived the crash of the Autobot battleship, he had truthfully not expected to do so. The cause, it seemed, still had other plans for him.
His auditory sensors registered queries, both from Soul Siren, no doubt near Scorponok's side, as well as from Banzaitron, who was much closer in proximity. His answer to both of them would be the same.
>>"I still function,"<< Cyclonus said, transmitting the information to Soul Siren but also speaking loudly enough that Banzaitron would hear as well. Slowly pulling himself back to his feet, Cyclonus approached the wall where Banzaitron stood, weapon at the ready.
"No. We find them. Come. One way or another, we will find a way into Garrus from here."
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Garrus 9-Southern Wing--Block B
Stormwrecked had stood with vocalizer wide open as it seemed like much of the cell block was rocked by Primus knows what. One moment he had been having a pretty casual exchange about Decepticon hierarchy and now.
Now what?
The energy field keeping him in his cell had started to flicker before fizzling out altogether. It hadn't happened to everyone, but it had happened to him.
And that was all that mattered.
Stormwrecker, like Vroom cautiously stumbled out of his cell, looking around at the damage. He looked up. The roof of the cell block was still in tact, but it definitely looked the worse for wear. A lot worse.
"Had to've been a bomb. Big one. Do somethin' like this? Big guns are comin'," Stormwrecker said, looking up at other various cell levels and seeing what both the inmates and guards were both doing about the sudden change.
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The Semper Tyrannis–Hangar
With Scorponok's words and deeds, Mindwipe could not help but feel a swelling of pride for both the cause he served and the badge he wore. Serving within the 2nd Expansion Fleet had filled him with a pride in the cause that he had only intermittently felt since the earliest days of the war. Today--for certain--was a good day.
He turned to listen as Cipher spoke, nodding in agreement.
"That should be plenty. I guess we won't know until we get in there and see what we're working with. I'm sure we can siphon as the need arises."
Mindwipe ran an additional weapons and energy levels diagnostic just to be sure everything was in prime working order. As Cipher made dismissive reference to the little scout that they had acquired on Lv-117, Mindwipe smirked. He had actually been planning to keep him close by at one time. But as of late, he seemed to be causing more trouble than he was worth. Now, well, he had to see if the little proto was worthy of being presented to Scorponok for full recruitment to the Decepticon war machine. And there would be no better time to test his mettle than now.
"No. Not with us," Mindwipe said calmly, before approaching Wheelie, placing an arm around the proto's shoulder and guiding him toward the same portal that other Decepticons were continuing to spill through.
"My young friend, it is time. Bring us--bring our mighty lord Scorponok--an actual Autobot badge, ripped from the first one you see. Bring us this, and you will surely be granted membership amongst our ranks."
Mindwipe stood at the edge of the portal entrance with Wheelie, its bright glimmer reflecting wildly in Mindwipe's optics.
"Until then," he said at last, before shoving the proto through the portal and into whatever might await him on the other side. He then turned back to Cipher.
"We shall see what becomes of him now."