- Motto: "Scream....it only make it more fun"
- Weapon: Plasma Cannon
Contemptor stood upright as he listened to Mal Practice explain in, his version anyway, non-medical terms of how Vindicator's cerebral trauma had affected his actions and mental attitude. It was a no brainer essentially, but with Mal Practice's rather coarse and gruff responses, it made Contemptor cross his arms over his chest, and lower his head slightly as he continued to half look, half scowl at the Decepticon Medic, and as he did so, his purple optics began to glow. Some cons took it as a sign that the big hunter was beginning to loose his cool, and that his vile, and sinister sense of humour took over, but in this case, it was a more level headed and calculated version of Contemptor that spoke.
"You really do crack me up Mal-Ware..." Contemptor spoke, his gravelly vocals bouncing around the med bay as he focused on Mal Practice. "...I said medical mumbo-jumbo, but I never expected you to treat me like I had rolled off the assembly line yesterday, or like one of those hard headed, and stubborn Predacons. I only asked because I wanted to know exactly where and what was broken inside this tin-plated lunatic, and how it was going to get fixed!"
He caught the direction that Mal Practice had slightly shifted his optics in at the heap of broken drones that Contemptor had decimated earlier thanks to the involvement of the Nano-Haxl that Psychout had gave to him. He ignored the meaning behind it, but filed it away until Mal had further finished with his explanation on how he was going to fix the broken connectors inside Vindicator's head.
"Ok so we have established the fact that, with a few things that you can gather together, you can essentially create a patch that would absolve any of Vindicator's cranial short circuits?" The truck-former unfolded his arms and then brought his hands together in a short stiff clap, the resonating clang filling the quiet of the Med Bay "Simply astonishing Mal-Ware, and a feat of medical engineering!"
Contemptor stopped and grinned at the crotchety scientist and then broke into a loud barking laugh as he turned and made his way over to the heap of broken drones, speaking to Mal Practice as he went.
"Yes I was being sarcastic Mal, you didn't really think that I would get you to explain everything so readily as if I were a protoform just out of a chamber did you? No far from it Mal..." Contemptor said as he began to scoop up the broken drones that were heaped near the door "...I wanted to see how far you would go to fill me in as to what you would do Vindicator to fix him up." He grunted as he lifted the heap of bodies and wlaked over to one of the repair tables and noisily deposited the heap of inert metal on the large slab. "You see...to get the loyalty of a pair such as Vindicator and myself, you need to be direct with us, for we don't do no smoke and mirrors, or diversionary speaches; which is why we both chose to follow megatron, and not lump in with a seeker bandit like Starscream - or as Psy favourably calls him - an over-rated delivery bot with delusions of grandeur."
Contemptor paused as he began to sort through the heap of inert metal.
"That flying rainbow had me stuck on the Ultrax before sending me down to the Iranian Desert, bit not on my own. He went with me, as if to watch over me. And..." He tugged out an intact head and studied it for a moment before continuing, his purple optics scanning the skeletal build of the drone "...I am more than certain that due to his paranoia, that poor excuse for a Decepticon bugged my terminal on the Ultrax, ensuring that he caught some of my personal vid logs as I recorded them. I just wonder how many of the others he recorded? Ah it matters not."
Contemptor materialised a serrated metal rod from a compartment on his back as a sick, shark-like grin appeared on his face plate as he turned the head of the drone to the side.
"A trophy is a trophy...no matter where its from..."
What followed, even made Mal Practice grimace as the large truck-former rammed the rod through the neck port of the drone and out through its right optic, its remaining energon and fluids spraying out in a multi-coloured arc of purple, green and black before Contemptor firmly set the trophy spike to hang from his waist.
"You know that when it comes to femmes, its a different world Mal. I don't doubt that for a second that they are a difficult lot. But when it comes to that Hellion...I don't know...something in memory about a femme similar to her a good few mega cycles ago." Contemptor stopped and then shrugged "...Ah well maybe its because I saw how ruthless she was, and that she didn;t want to give up whatsoever and..." He quickly changed tact "...yeah now that you mention it, Haywire is taking his slagging sweet time in getting that coupler to you..."
Contemptor listened further to Mal Practice's explanation of his ethics and what he perceived as legal and illegal practices as he rummaged through the broken drones to find another intact head. He came up trumps with one that was still attached to its torso, one that Contemptor had cleaved in half across the midsection, and holding it by the neck in one large hand, he dangled it infront of Mal Practice, one optic larger than the other as he questioned; "Would something from this drone's brain unit help? I know that I'm no medical specialist and - laws are meant to be broken by the way Mal, its why we exist, why genuises like yourself exist - but would it not save time waiting on Haywire?"
As the two conversed, Vindicator, still out for the count was surfing through another dream-like state as his systems had effectively been forced into sleep mode by the punch from Contemptor. He felt like he was floating, like he was communing with his inner spark, as memories passed him by like glowing spheres. Drawing his curiosity, Vindicator floated forwards and captured the orb in both his amber hands, and as he did so a bright burst of light enveloped him.
Vindicator stood over-looking one of his newly built emplacements on the hubward border of Kaon. It had taken much time and much in the way of resources, but it had to be built right. His meticulous planning, and frequent conferencing with the constructicons, Scrapper in particular, had yeilded fantastic results, and ones that were also bearing fruit! A heavy footfall turned the Siege Master's attention to the approaching decepticon, who beared a gait that was unmistakable to any and all.
"I see that your attention to detail is as it was described Vindicator!"
The tank-former turned his head over his shoulder and then fully turned to face the approaching Decepticon. Vindicator had to stop from dropping his jaw.
"Lord Megatron!..." Vindicator saluted the leader of the Decepticons as he stopped next to him on the cliff edge. "...A surprise and honour to..." He was cut short.
"I came to see how construction on this emplacement was coming." The decepticon lord stated "They have been too long in their making, and have cost much resources to build...I hope that you can vouch for your skills...old friend"
The last words were not lost on Vindicator. He knew that Megatron's patience was finite, and to test him further would not prove to be a positive move.
"I can assure you Megatron, the emplacements are almost final." Vindicator indicated with a sweep of his hand out over the northern emplacements. "The last emplacement turret is being entrenched as we speak - the hubward defences will be all but impenetrable, meaning that the fortress base of Kaon shall be untouched by Autobots...unless..." Vindicator could feel the red optics of his friend-turned-leader turn to him as he trailed off.
"...'Unless'?" Megatron replied.
"..Unless the entire Autobot army decides to decend down and try to overrun the fortress...which to them would be...suicidal"
"...hmm...Indeed...I am pleased with your progress, however slow it was Vindicator...yet you have excelled yet again."
The Decepticon leader smiled and turned on his heel and left Vindicator to oversee the final emplacement on the defences.
"...soon..Cybertron will be under total Decepticon control..."
Outside of Vindicator's mind, Contemptor and Mal Practice enganged in further conversation over the reconstruction of Vindicator's cerebral circutry, and other matters of the past, such as Psychout's demotion and what happened to the seeker in question. Contemptor picked up the bottle of triple distilled and took a swig before offering it to Mal.
"So what happened with this seeker clown? Psy spoke of it before when we were on the Ultrax, but never went into much detail about it." Contemptor grinned at the Decepticon medic "Do tell about what happened to the seeker, the grislier the better!"