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Thanatos - Lab
Mal Practice wasted no time in getting the other soldiers in the chamber juiced up and running on full Ore-13 power and around the 150-180% output parameters that Shockwave had defined, if only to ensure he had a compete analysis of the physiognomy, metabolic, thaumic and psychological responses as he administered the doses in four even quantities (having taken a careful scan for control at the beginning.)

The five readings each mechanoid had returned were fascinating but, as he turned to Contemptor, he found it hard to hide his pleasure.

Mal Practice was the surgeon who had been expelled and declared criminal by the Autobots for his illegal experimentation on unwilling subjects and was wanted (dead only) on multiple outlying systems for his unethical surgery (and charging extra for anaesthetic) on various alien lifeforms. Mal Practice was also the surgeon who has been put in charge of distributing a volatile and highly hyperactive energy source with unknown side effects. He had dosed the others correctly, well mostly. He figured he may have given Deathdancer a bit more than he should have for her build, but he wasn't stupid - this was a good gig and he didn't want to blow it now, but he was a scientist - scientists are supposed to experiment and luckily (for Mal anyway)Contemptor was next.

Contemptor's shiny new custom-built plasma shotguns meant that the big truck-bot now owed him, and this was the perfect time to collect.

He calculated quietly to himself What do we think happens in the event of a catastrophic overdose scenario? I'd better run a quick simulation... he spent a few microseconds staring into space whilst his optics flickered and his genius brain operated at near full capacity. In a microsecond he had analysed billions of variables learned through millions of years operating on thousands of different alien species and generations of mechanoid. Hmmm. Physical faculties; strength, agility, stamina and fortitude enhancements of an incredible level are a certainty; Levels of emotional and psychological instability and eventual breakdown of reasoning circuitry are also a certainly, but these are hardly hardly important and can be repaired easily enough. Effective coronary distribution system and circulatory failure preventable through reinforcement of circulatory system and thinning internal fluids with 67/23mix of Carboneuride Hexodethalyne and CastrolGTX. Disconnecting the oedema-cautionary routines will also allow maximum red-line potential and prevent early shutdown... So that gives us an maximum dosage of approximately 278.73%
Mal Practice's eyes blazed a Crimson red that was so intense, astronomers on Earth would have mistaken the glow for Mars.



300% it is then.



He began to feverishly flick switches and twist dials and manipulate safety limits, and felt a faint and rather bizarre longing for a thunderstorm. He paused for a second and eyed Contemptor intently, he had not looked forward to a non-invasive procedure this much since Experiment 7, and that had made him illegal in four systems. "I hope you like your new guns Junior, you are about to pay your bill..."

If only the runt could be here to see this, he'll love the 3D holovid though... He set his internal camera's to record - he always recorded his procedures; never let a good cut go to waste.

He had no idea the ship was full of Seekers of all people just yet, but he did know that they had received visitors important enough to warrant Shockwaves personal and urgent attention, and for him to want the Lab locked down, and that meant that any one of the visitors could be a threat to the security of Shockwaves Ore-13 stocks, which was all the excuse Mal needed.

If they are going pose any kind of threat, they are going to meet our Contemptor on one hell of a 'roid rage...

He cackled openly and evilly as he sat the confused Contemptor down and strapped him in, and continued re-calibrating the dosing manifold, reinforcing the patients pumping mechanism and deactivated all the safety cut-outs. Minor alarms began to sound as he overclocked the dosage far beyond its safety parameters. He administered the lubricant dosage to prevent Contemptors cardio-circulatory relay from burning out laced wiht a bit of sedative to take keep the patient docile for a short while at least.
"Never you mind those flashing red lights kid, they only means warning in the 'general' sense. You just lie back and think of well oiled Fembots..."

Chances of this being absolutely hilarious? 100%

[edited a little oversight]
Thanatos Lab/Gungrave - Overdose

Contemptor looked up at Mal Practice from the berth that he was stationed into, all the while as the medic worked his magic with connecting the relays for the new Energon Derivative - Ore-13 - to his body, connecting the major pipelines and energon feeds of his central core and main pump. Effectively setting up for a complete drain of original energon fluid, and preparing for a direct transplant of the new energon into his system.

'Kid'? for rust's sake, the old man was one crotchety old pain in the arse, but in fairness, he did sort out the new plasma shotguns from his damaged plasma cannon. Yeah next time he went fighting in a desert, he would be taking something a lot more upfront and personal. Such a shame that he was a truck and not a tank. Feh, its not like he'd be rushing off to fight in such a desolate, and dusty place. He had still been picking sand out of his gears even after the repair job that Psychout had performed on him in the Med Bay of the Thanatos, but this was something else entirely.

This was new ground for the truck-con. And for once, he was enjoying the fact that he could be at the forefront of something. Not just anything mind you, as everyone can be at the forefront of just a something. This - however, and in a roundabout whatsit and whoosit way - was something that would break them into new ground! A chance of untold discovery and revolution. A chance of...

'Whoa, that was a funny feeling that...oo.. thats nice, sort of warm and fuzzy and like the caress of a few well programmed femme-con's and...hey fancy flashing lights!'

"Never you mind those flashing red lights kid, they only means warning in the 'general' sense. You just lie back and think of well oiled Fembots..."

...Contemptor shook his head and focused his purple optics on Mal Practice in a sort of half scowl. You know, the one that you give someone when you're over tired, or drunk or...well ...just trying to focus on something important ok? It was one of those looks.

His speech was a bit flappy too - like his vocal processors were lagging.

"Shure things Malp...anyshin the docshtor ordershes.." He could hear a giggle coming from somewhere, and there was a pair of insanely glowing red optics coming from somewhere..ah it wasn't important, just getting this turbo boost was the completely important part. Contemptor looked over from his berth at the form of Deathdancer, and gave a smile.

'Well Mal Practice did say to think of well oiled femmecons...although he didnt seem to say anything about...cute...ones...with....a.....'

Contemptor entered that hazy state. Not stasis lock, and not full functionality, but that bit. You know. The one that was in between. Inbetween what, no one knows, but it felt blue and fuzzy, like a fluffy cloud of hope and....

...there was a sudden, hellish rush of pure, unadulterated energy. A full throttle countenance that had Contemptor arching up from the berth, straining at the bonds that were holding him down as his body shook violently with the unexpected surge of potent ultra energon as his mouth opened in a silent scream, light emanating from his mouth and optics. A bright purple light, electric bolts of red and black arcing through the glow as Contemptor had a serious energon high. And what happened next stopped everyone else as what started as a crackle, escaped into a maddening roar. A roar swirled and laced with power as Contemptor's massive hands opened and closed into tight balled fists, each joint in his armour took on the same hellish red and purple glow as his systems surged with the barely restrained power.

"GGGGGGGGGHHHHHHRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The restraints buckled and a large hex bolt went flying, whizzing past Mal Practice's head and then riccocheting off the wall and heading in the direction of Deathdancer as Contemptor finally lay still on the berth. His body letting off steam as his ventilation system kicked into overdrive before finally calming down as his bios read-outs began to chime in on the berth monitor next to him.

There was a hiss as the restraint clasps moved away from the prone truckformer, creaking as they did so because of the damaged caused by Contemptor's violent thrashing. And coming to a halt in a painfully slow manner, there was silence as the large decepticon started to twitch, his actuators, spasaming slightly as his neural network began to come alive like a fully working spectrum - or as the fleshlings would call it "Lit up like a christmas tree" before his optics came online, glowing with the familliar black-red hue - making his purple optics more menacing than before.

Even the scar through his left optic was glowing with the infusion of the energon derviative as Contemptor ran a self bios scan, his vocal processors altered slightly, a more tersely mechannical tone to them as he spoke in a monotonous voice for the first few moments.

"Ultra Energon Derivative Synthesis Complete...
...Ultra Energon Has Replaced Standard Levels Of Inferior Product...
...Systems Functioning At Peak Performance...
...Efficiency at 300%...Maximum Absorption...
...System::Mobile::Talient::Ex-Cel...
...
...
...
...Standby..."

There was a quirky silence before Contemptor moved again, this time his reactions lightning fast as he drew the twins, and let fire at a floating maintenance droid as it darted from one end of the lab to the other.

It exploded in a loud shower of plasma infused sparks as Contemptor slung one of the cannons over his shoulder in an 'I'm a badass' action.

"So Mal... whats next...and where is the nearest scrap....I'm spoiling for a fight!"

Laboratory

Deathstinger tried to not pay attention to Deathdancer childish play as she jumped happily around to know that she was gonna be a test subject. The only testing he should be doing is him, but it was his superiors. As Deathdancer was done, it was now his turn. Lets get this over with as Deathstinger got the new energy and examined it. If he was to get stronger than the Automats would be nothing to him. Overpowering then take them as hostage for experimentation. The thought of it excited him as he injected himself with the energon.

Suddenly Deathstinger dropped on one knee as his energon levels skyrocketed. AMAZING! This was truly amazing as his body begins to glow showing the outlines of the ultra energon coursing through his veins. Deathstinger visor glowed bright red as he got back up. His systems were now getting use to the new ultra energon as began punching the air in a quick motion. Shockwave really has done himself at the moment, once the autobots face them, the battle would be theirs as they wouldn't counter the new ultra energon. He looked at the other decepticons as he was now ready for battle.

"So what's next? I feel like taking an autobot apart for Megatron's sake."

Bounce Chamber

So this was the welcoming party? How nice of Shockwave to not take this seriously enough in thinking it's a trap. However, this is perfect for the group as now they can easily make their way to Shockwave without them thinking we're gonna attack them. Hopefully, Starscream won't double cross Razorclaw in hoping to escape Shockwave's wrath. Knowing Starscream, he'll do that off the bat.

Following Razorclaw to the bridge, he hope to get out of Laserbeak's vision as he is the eyes and ears of Soundwave. That computer always was loyal to the curve, if they can somehow persuade Soundwave to join them, it'll turn the tides. Soundwave most likely won't, but it wouldn't help to try.

Brig

Skullcruncher and Weirdwolf followed right behind Shockwave and entered the observation walkway on the second level of the brig. While Skullcruncher stayed on the upper walkaway next to Shockwave with his tissue demolecularization gun drawn out and pointed at the ground level entrance to the brig, Weirdwolf jumped down over the railing into the ground level of the brig. From there the eccentric Decepticon tracker quickly moved to access the command terminal of the brig to test if the rarely used cells were in working condition while Shockwave and Skullcruncher waited for their guests to arrive.

Neither of the two Decepticons had exactly been Shockwave loyalists but after getting to taste the ultra energon, the cyclops had earned major point lead in their minds against his immediate competition in his campaign to become the next leader of the Decepticons. Starscream had nothing like this to offer and it appeared that this was hardly the only asset Shockwave held over others vying for leadership. And if the Starscream and his supporters would try something - they'd soon find out how powerful the ultra energon had made Shockwave and his two bodyguards.

"In normal operational condition all the cells are." Weirdwolf said as he lifted his gaze from the command terminal to face Shockwave's unnerving stare. "All cells ready to use are."

Laboratory

Quite delightful, being sane. It had been a full breem. An adequate amount of time. Deathdancer had moved away from the berth Contemptor had found himself strapped into to watch the transfusion of the ultra energon derivative into his systems. The red warning lights started flashing. It made Deathdancer giggle. Had enough time passed for her being sane? It should be. She felt like it had.

Suddenly, she saw that Contemptor was smiling at her. What a peculiar thing to do. She watched him curiously as he entered into a relaxed state. Suddenly, he began spasming, straining against the restraints like a sparkeater on the end of its leash. Soon, the violently shaking Decepticon unleashed a circuit-curling roar. That sounded like fun. She wanted to try it...

Something pinged off of something. Curious, she turned toward the source of the noise and saw a rather large hex bolt flying toward her face. She considered her options. A sane person would try to avoid it. That wasn't any fun though. A sane person would not be standing in place deliberating whether she wanted that bolt to hit her in the face. Ergo, she was not sane.

"Yipee!" Deathdancer squeaked happily just as the hex bolt smacked into the side of her head.

She fell flat on the floor and stayed there for a solid three astroseconds. Then, Deathdancer bounced to her feet and dusted herself off, even though there was nothing to dust off. She swiveled on a heel to face Deathstinger, Contemptor, and Mal.

"So Mal... whats next...and where is the nearest scrap....I'm spoiling for a fight!" said the overzealous Contemptor.

Deathdancer sprang into action and bounced around in front of him with her fists all balled up, as if she was raring for a fight. She feinted a few punches at the hulking mech before stopping on a dime and pointing to Deathstinger.

"You should fight him! Pleeeeeeeease?"

She still had a scythe to grind with Deathstinger for sharing the first part of her name. It was an insult that the poor, poor tactician could barely stand! Her poor sensibilities! A sudden though crossed her glitchy mind.

"Oh, but not here! Go have a smack down in the brig!" Deathdancer pointed at Deathstinger again adding, "Oh, you should go anyway though. Shocky wanted you to go and you wouldn't like Shocky when he's angry. Tee hee!"

Deathdancer smiled and twirled once in place happily.

Bridge

Soundwave continued to relay messages back and forth between the various Decepticons. It was a tedious job, but one he was accustomed to. Even if he weren’t doing the relaying he would be monitoring the communications anyway, this way everyone just knew that he was listening in. Still, he suspected that there was a bit too many high level matters being dealt with for him to remain on this simply duty for much longer.

Starscream’s incarceration along with the return of both Razorclaw and Thunderwing would likely require his personal intervention at some point. His telepathic skill would be quite valuable during any sort of interrogation. There was also a distinct chance he would be needed to test the loyalty of Thunderwing. He was well aware of what had happened with Blackwind and he strongly suspected the other Decepticon would have a negative response to it.

The communications expert moved quickly to obey Shockwave’s latest instructions. Any sort of tampering or movement in proximity to the lab doors would result in a full security lockdown of the room. In addition an alert would be sent to Shockwave and himself immediately upon the lockdown. He sent an acknowledgement back to the Decepticon leader confirming the orders had been followed.

He continued to monitor the feed from Laserbeak as he contacted Ravage. The other cassette had been roaming the ship, keeping an eye on some Decepticons not under direct supervision. With that task done he eagerly accepted his new assignment and moved to follow the entourage of Decepticons to the brig.

*

Bounce Chamber

Darkwing nodded at Razorclaw. He still felt a bit uneasy about the whole thing. He wasn’t exactly a people person to begin with so heaving to deal with this veritable mob of assorted Decepticons was a bit awkward for him. Why they sent him and Dreadwind down here as the official greeting committee was a damn good question. Still, he was doing the best he could, lest he end up chopped up, beaten or eaten. Of course all of those options were still very possible but he’d like to delay them for as long as he could.

“Alright then, just follow us.” He glanced over at Dreadwind, giving him a shrug, before gesturing the Vehicons to move on with the prisoner.

Dreadwind walked next to Darkwing, a tight grip on his rifles even though they were lowered. He still fully expected to die soon. The whole thing felt like a very bad joke and he was the punchline once again. What do you get when you take all the Predacons, a couple of Stunticons, some seekers, including Starscream, and put them in a brig with Shockwave and who knows what else? Nothing good, that was the only thing he was sure of.

*

Thunderwing received his new orders from Shockwave via Soundwave. It appeared that the commander wanted to deal with him personally and quite probably alone. Still, being on the bridge could have its uses, although it left Razorclaw’s group down a man, and a considerably powerful on at that. There was no avoiding it though, not with Soundwave and his minions watching everything, as shown by Laserbeak flying overhead. He would have to play along for the most part to keep the ruse going.

“It seems the commander would like to see me on the bridge. I should be seeing you all shortly. I am sure the interrogation will be entertaining.” He smirked as he brushed past Starscream, keeping up his act, although it would likely be an entertaining show. Hopefully it would also be a convincing one so that the element of surprise would still be firmly in their corner.

The Decepticon broke off from the rest of the group. He would head for the bridge, eventually, but first he wanted to make a quick stop off. While he wanted to try and locate Blackwind he knew that would draw too much attention. For now he would check on his lab equipment still in the cargo bay. At least that would be the official reason he was checking on it. There was something he wanted to retrieve that would prove quite invaluable in the near future he suspected.

*

Laboratory

Clutch didn’t really care that the Decepticon gave no reply to his answer. Frankly the more he was around this motley group of Cons the less he liked him. They all seemed to be in various states of crazy or easily excitable. He could deal with one or the other, hanging around with Knockout had given him that skill, but both at the same time from so many Cons was just asking for trouble.

The bulky Decepticon took his turn with the new fuel. It was definitely a rush, both physically and mentally. He felt like he could take on the entire Autobot army by himself. He swapped his hand out for his hammer, ready to smash something. Unfortunately there was nothing around in the immediate area in need of smashing. Letting out an annoyed grunt he switched back to his hand.

It was then that he remembered Shockwave’s last orders. He was to head to the brig once he had taken the fuel. Giving Knockout a brief nod he quickly brushed pas the other assorted Decepticons and made his way out of the room. Hopefully he could have some fun in the brig and put this new fuel to good use.

Bounce Chamber

After speaking on the Air Commander’s behalf Nightraven shot Razorclaw a quick glare before she turned her attention back to Darkwing and Dreadwind who, as expected, seemed indifferent to both Seekers’ pleas. It didn't matter at this point just as long as he knew where their loyalties lay.

At the announcement that the entire group would be escorted to the brig where Starscream had been taken was only a slight relief. Once their they would be able to watch the goings on, although as much as she knew Skywarp would want to tear all those present to shreds she would have to keep him sated if not for Starscream’s sake then for both of theirs.

The team began to move out Skywarp at her side. She caught his worried expression and quickly took a look around at the others present before looking back and flashing him the barest of smiles. Nightraven let the smile vanish as she felt the light touch of the teleporter’s hand against her own. She quickly turned her attention back ahead but not before another faint smile curled the corner of her lips.

The group moved along in relative silence until Nightraven heard Skywarp address her. She was surprised by his observation in that she should be the one to speak to Shockwave about Stascream’s continued existence. She thought for a moment before responding.

“I…I can try to, but…”

She let out a very low sigh. What if something went wrong? Oh Primus, what if she said something wrong?

“Okay. I just hope I don’t screw it up. The last thing I want is to be the cause of Starscream being terminated or worse…”

Nightraven took another quick glance in Skywarp’s direction and then slowly returned her gaze on the backs of the other mech’s ahead of her.

“…being the cause of you getting terminated.”

Brig

He offered little to no resistance, after all he was still recovering from that unfortunate encounter with that Pit-spawned Predacon. Starscream let out a low grumble cursing Razorclaw and the unfair advantage he had been graced with during their battle.

The Air Commander’s pondering was halted when he and his Vehicon escorts came to a stop at the doors leading to the brig. Where he would spend an unforeseen amount of time entertaining the updated, if only slightly, abacus.

One of his guards entered the security code and the small assemblage waited until the large slabs slid apart granting them entrance. With a slight shove Starscream lurched forward but not before sending the Vehicon behind him a low hiss and a heated glare.

“Ah, I see you’ve spruced the place up. Was that just for me?”

The faceless purple drones paid no mind to the Seeker’s taunts and simply led him on until jerking him to a stop in front of one of the cells. It was then that Starscream turned his gaze up to the officer’s observation deck and flashed those present that trademark smirk.

A grunt escaped his vocalizer when he was shoved forward and deep into the cell. He quickly turned to face the drones, arms still secured behind his back.

“Don’t tell me I have to suffer the indignity of being bound and locked up? Come now, I am incapacitated as it is…my weapons have been disabled and I have no means of transformation. What could I possibly do to escape?”

When none of the Vehicons spoke or moved to grant his arms freedom Starscream released an exasperated sigh.

“Come on! The most I could do is talk you to death!”

It was the drone positioned at the rear that looked up to the observation deck unsure of just what to do.

“Shall we remove his manacles, sir?”

Laboratory

Knockout wasn't surprised when Shockwave had volunteered his assistant to partake in his experiment. After all Clutch was loyal and always willing to prove himself. He only wished that the big lug nut would be willing to do prove himself with his work assisting the mechanic.

With a slight knowing smirk Knockout returned Clutch’s nod and watched as he made his way to the door.

“Bring the hurt, Clutch! HA!”

Thanatos - Lab

Contemptor looked at Deathdancer as she twirled and giggled happily around the laboratory. Being an unhinged mechanoid with violent tendancies was one thing, but to have an insanely manic - and spellbinding smile - whilst doing it? Well that was a different matter now wasn't it? yeah of course it was.

Just as long as you weren't on the business end then that made everything all peachy....

...Just...

The derangedly happy fem-con made a jibe about taking out Deathstinger, and Contemptor patted the jumpy little psychotic on the head and his voice rattled darkly.

"In time, but just stay outta my way or i'll use you for target practice!"

And as if to emphasize his point, the large truck-bot pulled out the twined shotguns and flexed his turbo charged body as a drone flew overhead, mindlessly doing nothing except fluttering around from one room to the next, its chirping beeps announcing its arrival and departure. Contemptor however, saw it as a cruel opportunity as an evil, shark-like grin broke out over his face-plate as his purple optics glowed brightly and with a more sinister colour as he lifted his right arm up, pointing the shot-gun at the drone.

The sad thing about this, was that the drone - completely mindless except in its own tasks - was essentially a sitting cyber-duck, and oh how tasty a cyber-duck would have been at this point. The thought only made Contemptor's optics blaze brighter, and his grin more sinister as the ultra energon, the ore-13 coursed through his central pump, rushing through his mainlines like a human junkie feeling the high from his dosing of narcotics. There was the soft clicking sound of a shell being loaded into place, and then a concussive series of booms filled the room as Contemptor let loose a series of shots, all three hitting their target as the drone feel to the floor of the spotless laboratory, tiny shards and bits of scrap littering the ground as Contemptor spoke only one word before leaving the lab and following in the wake of Shockwave, Skullcruncher and Weirdwolf

"....Pull...."

just like humans, shooting for sport!

Thanatos - The brig

Contemptor entered the Brig using the main access door to the observation walkway that the others had used to enter, and to his left stood Shockwave and Skullcruncher. The latter holding out his demolecularization cannon as their attention was drawn down to Weirdwolf, inspecting the cells in time for their newest arrival. The tracker spoke up as he finished his inspections of the brig as Contemptor moved closer to the other side of Shockwave, passing Skullcruncher and giving the sour-pus a mischievous grin before resting one of his shotguns over one shoulder and the other dangling at his side absently, as if he didn't care. he had a vague idea of who they were waiting for and spoke up, his voice warped by the over exposure to the Ultra Energon.

"Why not just break out the red-carpet for the son of a glitch? After all, hes scraplet food anyway!"

Inside Contemptor things were starting to alter and move into places they shouldn't be, and the effects were much like that of a mutation as the seams and plates in Contemptor's body started to emit a faint glow as other things started to move and warp. It was like a human being over exposed to radiation - the changes were subtle at first, but over time they would become more noticeable. There was nothing major yet, and nothing that would really unnerve the stoic and seasoned decepticons near by, and like the two in the brig, Contemptor had never been a major supporter of one faction. Granted yes he was loyal to Megatron, but his Warden - Vindicator - had been the only one capable of keeping him in check all these vorns, but after a taste of the new energon substrate...

...wait...taste?

No, it was more like an engorgement of the stuff! A full blown, over the top, unabashed injection of turbo charged fuel that made everything just erupt in rapture inside Contemptor. The truck-former ejected the spent round from one of his plasma shotguns and the self loading mechanisim primed another round - the click more audible in the quiet of the brig. There was a dull whine as the plasma charge activated itself - primed and ready.

He responded to Shockwave's comment about the seekers with a cold yet maniacal edge to his voice.

"Why incarcerate the snobbish arrogant slaggers? Why not just line them up in inhibitor bonds and use them for fragging target practice!...But Starscream should be flayed whilst still online, paralised so that he can't get away but feels everything..." he gestured overtly with both his plasma shotguns "I mean, its not like they are of any real use apart from having a barrage of infighting, and thinking they are better than all of us is it?"

Weirdwolf's response from down among the cells took the slowly deranging Contemptor's attention away from his insane ranting about wanting to exterminate seekers or use them as target practice.

It was then that the hissing sound of the main doors to the brig opened up and amidst the throng of vehicons stood none other than Starscream. Contemptor felt his fluids boil as he watched the Seeker commander with that trademark smirk on his faceplate. Oh how he wanted to wipe that look off his face permenantly!

CAPSIZE

Capsize saw his opportunity for the hunt quickly slip away as his prey sped off into the depths of the ocean. Giving chase, he fired burst after burst from his cannons, frustration mounting as the small target of his ire seemed to weave around the seas as if the pressure was nothing. The much smaller Autobot disappeared into canyon, where Capsize's patrol boat form could not follow.

"Curse you, Autobot! No one denies me my trophy!" Capsize transformed, then quickly grabbed a depth charge and tossed it into the canyon.

Yet there was no explosion. Instead, Capsize could only watch as the depth charge was thrown back at him.

"This is for Blue Wave."

Medical Bay

His fists clenched tight, Capsize opened his optics to the world around him. He was in an all too familiar stasis pod, one used for heavy repairs. Had he overestimated his quarry so dearly? Had he finally met a foe he could not hunt? If he was not sent to the Pit, had he been captured? Oh the machinery!

Capsize's first thought was to remove himself from the stasis pod. His interfaced worked with that of the pod, opening the hatch and finally able to move again. His joints felt constricted and creaky, but at least he was functional. A simple diagnostic on his physical chassis showed no problems. He was fully functional. As well as fully annoyed.

Disorientation quickly left him as he made his way out of the medbay and onto the corridors of... wherever Capsize was now. Activating his advanced sensors, he could feel the pulsing of hundreds of Cybertronian signatures. All of them Decepticon.

How embarrassing.

Capsize had to make up for lost time. He had to make up for his failures to Lord Megatron. For now, he had to find an officer and quickly provide aid, but for who? Could it be Megatron was here himself?

There were just too many questions, but right now Capsize only desired one answer. A directive, someone to point him in the way of the hunt. Best to start walking.