Garrus 9 - Eastern Wing – Computer Control Suite>>"Anything we can gain access to will somehow be beneficial to the Decepticon cause later down the road.<< Banzai-tron replied.
As Banzai-tron responded Sparkstalker leaned back in his chair steepled his fingers and thought about this new mission. It was not impossible, especially for someone with his astounding capabilities, but did he want to do it? Eh, would probably be for the best, and besides he could always keep a bit of info for himself.
A small smile crept onto his faceplates. After a brief moment he replied to the Decepticon Intelligence mech. >>”
Very well Banzai-tron. I’ll get to it right now. Any information I glean will be recorded and supplied to you as soon as possible.”<<
The Firecon leaned forward and began to work through several layers of firewalls and security codes. It was pitiful at just how bad the Autobots were at hiding intel Sparkstalker chuckled to himself.
Personnel files, technical readouts battle tactics…oh this was going to be fun.
Garrus 9 – Outside the Aequitas ChamberAnother low and equally low grunt caught Rung’s attention. The Autobot Psychiatrist took a quick glance over his shoulder at Streamlight. The guard was still pinned beneath Snapdragon’s heavy form. The weight of which causing the white and red flier’s armor to groan and creak in protest.
Rung turned his attention back to Cipher when he felt the Decepticon lightly grab his chin.
Cipher smirked and gestured toward Streamlight. “I doubt he’ll last much longer under that much pressure” The cryptologist looked around the slim orange ‘Bot and smiled. “Looks as though he had a little accident already.” Cipher looked back at Rung. “Lost a hand,eh?”
Rung’s optics bore into the Decepticon’s face. How could he ever think he could help someone like Cipher. Or any other ‘Con for that matter. Although this Cipher was markedly different form the one he knew back on Cybertron. Bold. Take charge. Quite the opposite of his former self. Perhaps it was due to the company he was currently keeping.
He took a slight step back when
Mindwipe stepped up beside the smaller form of Cipher.
"You will give us the codes," Mindwipe said. "You will give us whatever you know. It is the only way to save your friend."
A low sigh escaped Rung as he lowered his optics to the floor. Either he gives this group what they were after and then become one with the Allspark or he refuse and they torture and or kill Streamlight to get what they want.
"Oh this is rich. Do continue." Apeface chuckled, a wicked grin on his bestial face.
Cipher chuckled lightly along with
Apeface. This was getting interesting. Rung had always been a very capable rival. They would sit for hours trying to break one another. Of course neither even gave in.
And then there was the status update. Maximus had fallen.
"I am all giddy to learn more."
“Yes. Let’s keep this going.” Cipher placed one hand on his hip and gestured to the other ‘Cons in the area. “You might as well give me…us…what we want. There’s really no other alternative. Unless you have some sort of Autobots heavy hitter in one of your many storage compartments.”
Rung cocked his head slightly to the right taking in the Decepticon flier; reading his body language. “Even if I give you what you’re after you still will not be capable of entering the Aequitas chamber. The codes are useless to you.”
Streamlight tried several more times to toss the hulking mass pinning him off of his back. But without the use of his right hand and his lack of strength his struggling was useless. “Sl…slag off y…you glitch.” If he was bound to die he would at least go out with a verbal fight.
>>"Autobots, your resistance is at an end. Witness your defeat! Your great and mighty commander - Fortress Maximus... has fallen! What hope is there for those of you that remain and continue to fight? I am your hope now. Throw down your weapons, submit yourselves to the Decepticon empire and grasp your only remaining chance at living to fight another day. Your only alternative... is destruction."<<
And there it was. Streamlight raised his head as best he could.
Rung simply lowered his head turning his gaze hard to the floor. With the defeat of Fortress Maximus at the hands of Scorponok there would be no stopping the Decepticon invasion. The only thing that he could do was keep himself and Streamlight alive.
“It would seem I have no choice.” His head rose so he could look Cipher in the face. “I’ll give you the codes. You’ll have full access to the chamber.” He paused for a moment. “Then spill, Rung. I don’t have all cycle!” Cipher’s frowned at the Psychiatrist.
“No. I want assurance that you will not harm me and Streamlight even after I give you what you want.” Rung flashed the ‘Con a frown just as deep. Cipher pinched his nasal ridge between his thumb and forefinger. “I don’t have time for this,
Snapdragon how about…” Rung reached his hand out and gripped Cipher by the wrist causing the cryptologist to snarl in response. “Wait! There’s more I can give you. More besides the codes to the chamber!”
The small Decepticon looked to Snapdragon… “Let’s see what he has to offer.” Curiosity fueling him he let his gaze fall back onto Rung. “Alright, Rung. What else do you have?”
Garrus 9 – Hidden Location>>"Autobots, your resistance is at an end. Witness your defeat! Your great and mighty commander - Fortress Maximus... has fallen! What hope is there for those of you that remain and continue to fight? I am your hope now. Throw down your weapons, submit yourselves to the Decepticon empire and grasp your only remaining chance at living to fight another day. Your only alternative... is destruction."<<
“It can’t be.” The smaller Autobot let out a heavy sigh as he slid down the wall to a sitting position. “What do we do now?” He whispered. From the expression etched deep on his faceplate the other mech knew he had all but given up. The news spouted throughout the prison probably had the same effect on most of the others throughout the facility.
“We keep fighting. What else?” The other mech said matter-of-factly. The guard slumped on the floor glared up at the clawed bot. “What for? Fortress Maximus was defeated we’re hiding out in a defunct storage room and the place is swarming with Insecticon clones and ‘Cons! We don’t stand a chance.” Lowball shook his head and looked down to the floor.
Several of the guards who had taken refuge with them voiced their own agreement. They quickly quieted when Whirl met each one with his lone amber optic. Their heads dropped suddenly uncomfortable with holding the gaze of the former Wrecker.
Whirl quickly stalked to Lowball giving him a swift hard kick to the side sending the guard sprawling on his side. “Agh! What the slag?” Lowball cried out while reaching for his aching side.
“This is the thanks I get for keeping your aft alive? Doubt? Get up you worthless wit- licking dandy!” Whirl snarled down at the mech still clutching at his flank. “I’m getting out of this hell hole in one piece; you owe me that much. Now grab that weapon and get back on your feet.” Whirl used his foot to slide Lowball his weapon.
As the guard rose back to his feet Whirl spun around to the others gathered in the room. He hefted one of his weapons on to his shoulder. “That goes for the rest of you. I want out of here and you’re all gonna help me. And maybe, just maybe the rest of you will get the privilege to accompany me.” He nodded at the others and made his way to the door.
“Get the hell off this rock. Max gets his huge aft taken out by a bug and I have to take care of things? I don’t think so,” he mumbled as he took up a position by the door. He took a quick peek out to be sure the corridor was clear. “Sorry Max. I make it out of here you’re on your own.” Whirl said to himself as he pulled back into the storage room. “It’s clear. Let’s getting moving gutterspawn.”