- Weapon: Energo-Sword
Thunderwing entered the room, spotting his lab equipment still secured and apparently untouched. He walked up towards the main computer console and powered it back up, running a quick security scan on the system to make sure it had been untouched. At the same time he rifled through some of the other equipment. He attempted to maintain a casual air to his actions. With Soundwave and his minions about he had to assume he was being watched at any time. After moment a smile crossed his face as he located what he was looking for.
Carefully the Decepticon lifted his quad barreled laser cannon. Initially he had assumed he wouldn’t need this particular weapon, something he had designed some time ago. He had assumed that the fighting would not be intensive enough to warrant this particular weapon. Of course he hadn’t known he would be engaged against fellow Decepticons like Shockwave. While this particular weapon wouldn’t add massively to his firepower it did add some flexibility to what he could do. It also had the benefit of focusing his enemy’s attention on the weapon over him. Even if this weapon was disabled he had more then enough on his body to compensate for the loss.
There was another, conceited reason why he wanted the weapon. A Decepticon leader needed a signature weapon. It was simply the way things were as established by Megatron. Shockwave had his gun hand, Starscream had his null ray, even Scorponok had his giant claws. If you were going to be a Decepticon leader you needed a weapon as a symbol of your power. This weapon would do that for him. Every Decepticon would learn to fear staring down the four barrels of this gun.
Thunderwing stowed the weapon away carefully before going back to his computer console. The scan was complete and he was mildly surprised to find that everything had remained untouched. Either his security had scared everyone away or everyone had been too busy to try breaking in. Either way he was pleased to see that his secrets here were untouched.
Unfortunately some of that time not breaking into his equipment was likely spent on experimenting on Blackwind. That move only showed how unworthy a leader Shockwave truly was. That had been a critical mistake that had guaranteed that he would turn against him. He didn’t understand how other Decepticons thought or felt. He was a brilliant scientist but he could never earn the loyalty and respect of his troops. That required charisma, bravery and honor and while Shockwave might understand those concepts, he would never possess them.
The Decepticon locked the computer down once again and shut it down. Whatever next move he made against Shockwave would have to be carefully plotted and timed. It was unfortunate that he was out of contact with Razorclaw. He might have to make a brash move and hope that the others would be able to take advantage of it. He quietly left the room, and began slowly making his way to the bridge, taking his time to organize his thoughts.
Darkwing and Dreadwind awkwardly stepped off to the side as they all spilled into the brig. They weren’t exactly going to mingle with the Predacons and Stunticons and while the two seekers might be fellow fliers the fact that their leader was in a cell didn’t exactly make them good socializing candidates. Of course it was unlikely they would have had anything to say to them anyway, at least nothing they would want to hear. They stood quietly, both of them waiting for some sort of epic jail break attempt to start with them dying in a hail of gun fire.
Clutch walked into the room, arriving shortly behind Contemptor. Apparently he had gotten lost on his way over allowing the other Decepticon to get ahead of him. Maybe this new energon was messing with his systems somehow. If it was he didn’t particularly care, the rush of power from it more then made up for that. If only there was a battlefield that he could be unleashed on now, he felt like he could tear through all of the Autobots by himself.
He stood next to Shockwave and watched as Starscream was brought in. The warrior overheard Contemptor’s ramblings and barely held back the urge to back hand him. His talk was borderline insubordination to Shockwave, suggesting that he didn’t know what he was doing. That wasn’t the way you treated high command. They were in charge for a reason, and it was because they knew better then you and were more powerful then you. They didn’t need anything more then that to lead.
The warrior sized up the various other Decepticons in the room. He almost snickered as the two seekers pleaded for Starscream’s life. Clutch never had much use for fliers, especially seekers. They always acted so smug and superior just because they were so good at flying, like their exhaust didn’t stink. He had to admit to enjoying seeing them brought down to this level.
He spotted Motormaster and a couple of his men. He might have felt a kinship with the Stunticons, them being among the smaller subset of ground-pounders in the Cons, if they weren’t all crazy. Motormaster was the biggest, toughest and strongest of them, and probably the sanest. Unfortunately he made up for all of that by being one of the cruelest, twisted and brutal leaders in the Con ranks. Clutch might respect him, but he didn’t particularly like him.
Razorclaw and his Predacons, now there were some true warriors. They were probably above his class, more skill and instinct then his brute strength methods. He could respect that even if he couldn’t duplicate it. He just wasn’t built for that type of dexterous fighting. He didn’t have those hunter instincts either. Clutch was much more of a brawler, but he had learned a lot in his day. The ones in a fight you really had to look out for weren’t always the biggest ones. A lot of the time it was the smaller ones who ended up being more vicious, especially if they hung around the big guys. While the Predacons were big, they didn’t have the sheer mass that he or Motormaster had. He still wouldn’t want to fight any of them.
That’s how he would think on a normal day at least, but with the ultra energon in his system though he felt like he could take down any one of them. He almost hoped that he would get an excuse to fight them, but his discipline kept him in check.