Garrus-9 – Medical CentreFirewire bustled into the medical bay with Kronus undoubtedly in tow. She glanced around apprehensively, noting the presence of the inactive Fortress Maximus, a couple of bots missing legs, and others that looked just not well in general. She shrugged and walked inside, looking from side to side.
“Hey, Firewire reporting! I'm here to help with the thing? C'mon, I've got places to be,” she said loudly to any medic in the vicinity. Wait a minute...the orange femme swiveled her head around to look at the Autobots missing their legs. She knew those guys! Those were the Autobot prisoners she'd interviewed on the
Semper Tyrannis. Lord Scorponok had moved them already? Since no one had immediately walked up to her on her entry, she trotted over to the pair of Autobots, a warm smile plastered on her faceplate.
“Hey!
Lightspeed and
Brainfart, right? How are you? Er, well, I mean. You're missing your legs...whee...Do I want to know? I don't think I do, but...um. It's good to see you guys not dead and such,” Firewire chirped out rather cheerfully.
The petite scientist twiddled her fingers as she spoke to the pair.
Awkward... Her optics trailed over to their leg stumps. Brainfart's had all the signs of a atom smasher rifle, but it still could've been practically anything else...But what made her sure of it was that Lightspeed's legs were coated in ice, a decidedly Seacon weapon. Seemed these guys had gotten on the wrong side of the butcher of the bogs.
To be fair, Firewire wasn't entirely sure that mech even
had a good side. He and his team were pretty dangerous on land as long as they didn't change into their alternate forms, but in an aquatic environment? Oh pit, had she heard some horror stories. Well. From the Autobots that had survived anyway. There weren't usually any. But from the odd survivor, oh yes, totally.
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Last Resort“I found a cowardly guard for you, Commander Hun-grrr, alive as ordered," Rippersnapper growled with his mouth full as he approached the Terrorcon leader. The land shark then deposited the live meal in front of the two-headed razorbeast.
“His leg was already damaged when I found him. I can assure you I didn't eat any part of him, my liege. Sinnertwin is currently looking for another one for you. He should be along shortly."Blot glared at Rippersnapper as the land shark approached, then carefully examined the offering that he'd brought for the master. He could not spot any nibbles or chunks missing. Satisfied, Blot relaxed slightly and stared at the Autobot as it whimpered. Being constantly at Hun-Grr's side often meant Blot was the member of the Terrorcons that would consume the least at any given time. Regardless, the thought of eating this one never even crossed his mind. To even have the thought would have been a betrayal of Hun-Grr.
The stinking monster looked over to the elevator shaft as though Sinnertwin would instantaneously materialize from it with another meal for the master. When he did not immediately do so, Blot issued a low rumbling from deep within. He was distracted by a transmission from Apeface and the subsequent one from Cyclonus.
“Omega Supreme?” He asked as he looked up at
Hun-Grr, then to
Rippersnapper. “We would never have to go hungry again if he fell to us...”
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Mines"Ehhh, of course not, mighty Butcher. We would not presume to suggest where you or your team may go. You are welcome to use these mines as you see fit. We will accommodate your team and our new 'guests' in every foreseeable way."Snaptrap merely nodded, satisfied with Bombshell's correction and subsequent bow as the Insecticons scattered away. They would be compliant so long as they thought he held certain advantages, and that would do for now. He would simply have to watch them carefully for indications that they were planning to act on any...plots that they might have in mind.
He decided to check in on Overbite and Nautilator in the meantime, his optics not focusing on any one particular Autobot as he scanned their ranks. He saw no immediate concerns.
>>Overbite, Nautilator, how are the prisoners? Are they fit to come to the mines yet? I would prefer all of you down here with me as soon as possible.”<<Cutting off the transmission, Snaptrap turned his attention back to the Autobots at hand. They spoke in whispers mostly or loudly. There didn't seem to be much of an in between. But, that was to be expected. The whispers were dangerous, but with all of the diaclones dispersed around them, and given the Insecticon's curious nature, the Autobots would be well-observed. Unfortunately, that did not mean that he was to be well-informed.
As more shouting echoed off the walls of the mines, Snaptrap's optics flicked over to the source. Highbrow stood with his nose pointed high in the air, stance clearly indicating his stubborn indignation. “Absolutely not! I will
not toil and languish in these vermin infested catacombs! The gall...!”
Nightbeat gave Highbrow an almost pleading look as he proffered a pick ax to the scientist.
“Quiet! Sheesh, you want to lose a leg too?! Pointblank! Roadbuster! Help me out here!” Nightbeat turned to the pair in desperation as Highbrow glowered at them from over the detective's shoulder. Wrenching the pick ax out of Nightbeat's actuators, Highbrow angrily swatted at the Insecticon diaclones swarming around them.
“And these! Repugnant! Abominations! Remove! Yourselves! From! My presence!” Highbrow said as he batted at the diaclones with the flat of the ax, a clank accenting each word. Horror transcribed itself on Nightbeat's faceplate. He turned to Pointblank, Roadbuster and Umbra, pointing at Highbrow with an intensely silent distress. Why on Cybertron were these scientist types suicidal?! Why couldn't he just...be on his own? He worked so much better on his own.