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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Wed Apr 25, 2012 7:05 pm

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Smokescreen showed little reaction as one of his energy webs grazed Oil Slick on the leg, which only caused the ‘Con to stumble a bit before he returned to his motorcycle alt mode. For an astrosecond, the rallybot thought that his adversary was going to charge directly at him again, but it soon became apparent that this would not be the case. The Decepticon chopper suddenly veered off towards the shuttle where the Syk dealer transformed once more and sought cover on the opposing side of the Autobot craft. All the while, Smokey continued firing but had little success in striking his enemy before the 'Con disappeared from his sights.

“Slaggit!" Smokescreen cursed under his breath as he quickly checked his rifle’s energy levels while keeping a close optic on the shuttle where Oil Slick was now hiding behind. The chemist was way too close to Tracer for the diversion expert’s liking, but at least she was safely locked inside doing whatever she needed in order to get better. Hopefully, she had already injected herself with the Syk and was well on her way to recovering from this desperate bout with her addiction. Unfortunately, time was not on their side and that became even more apparent at the sight of toxic fumes bellowing into the air from the place where Oil Slick had sought cover. It appeared as though the ‘Con was using his chemicals on something, but what?

Oh, no! Smokescreen thought as the obvious answer entered his processor. The maniacal chemist was spraying the shuttle with some kind of acid, which would soon eat right through the hull and expose a likely still recovering Tracer to his vengeful wrath. If Smokey didn’t do something soon to stop Oil Slick, he would surely be faced with a hostage situation that could only end badly for both of them.

Opening another comm line to Tracer, Smokescreen attempted to warn her of the impending danger: >>"Tracer! It’s Smokescreen outside! I think Oil Slick is using his chemical sprayers to eat through the hull of the shuttle. You need to be on guard in case he’s able to get inside! Do you read me, Trace? Are you there?! Tracer!!"<<

As was the case with his prior transmission to the troubled femme, Smokescreen heard no immediate response. He could only assume that she was okay and probably just reacting to the Syk in some way that prevented her from replying to him. At least, that’s what he hoped. But until he got inside the shuttle to see for himself, there was no telling what condition she was currently in. Regardless, he needed to act now before the dealer got to her first.

Exposing myself is not a good idea, but I have no other options, Smokescreen considered as he readied his electro-disruptor rifle. There was little to no cover to be had around the shuttle except for trees and other vegetation, but that would provide little protection from his adversary's arsenal of weaponry. Once he was out there, he’d be at the mercy of fate, and hopefully it would fall in his favor. The rallybot leaned his back against the boulder and took a deep breath before turning and peeking around the large rock once again. He could clearly see the toxic cloud getting bigger by the astrosecond. There was no time left to lose. It was now or never.

Primus be with me, Smokescreen thought as he off-lined his optics for a brief moment in a silent prayer before they glowed back to life again. Smokey then darted out from behind his cover, transforming into his 350Z alt mode and zooming towards the shuttle until he had reached the opposite side where Oil Slick quickly came into view. “Hey, Slick, try melting some of this!" The diversion expert yelled as he skidded his vehicle form around and unleashed another cloud of smoke at the chemical expert. It was a smaller plume than the last time, but he hoped it would be enough to at least stop the gangly mech’s assault on the shuttle and divert his attention away from Tracer.

Once the last of the black cloud was dispensed, the diversionary tactician reverted to robot mode and slowly backed away from the side of the shuttle with his rifle raised and ready for Oil Slick to possibly come charging through the magnetic smoke at any moment. “Come on, Slick! What are you waiting for? I’m right here! Can’t you see me?" The taunts were intended to anger the chemist even further so that he would be too blinded by rage to think clearly. Combine that with not being able to see clearly through the cloud, and Smokescreen thought he might actually have a chance to make a kill shot against the bane of Tracer's existence.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Devastron » Fri Apr 27, 2012 11:05 pm

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Oil Slick turned as he heard the roar of an engine coming towards him. A smile almost graced his face as he realized his plan had worked. He still expected the Autobot to avoid direct combat as best he could. All he needed was to buy time, to get him away from the shuttle so they could both escape. He would have to make sure to keep the battle close to the Autobot, ideally by crippling him quickly. Then he would be able to finish him off at his leisure, perhaps even using him as a bargaining tool against Tracer. At the very least he would get some small enjoyment from pounding his foe.

Smokescreen drove from around the shuttle and let out some annoying quip. Oil Slick was too focused on him to really notice it. The Autobot then belched out another one of the noxious clouds of magnet smoke, placing a barrier directly between them. A slight sneer passed over his face as the Autobot began egging him on. While Oil Slick was not primarily a warrior he was not a newcomer to battles. In addition, unlike so many other Decepticons, his anger did not control his actions. While the ember of rage inside of him grew brighter, it was still under control. He would not let it ignite until he was sure the Autobot could not escape. Then the Autobot would pay for his interference in a most painful manner.

The Decepticon raised his right arm and activated the chemical sprayer attached to it. A stream of corrosive acid shot out of the spray, sailing through the cloud of smoke to hit whatever was on the other side. Oil Slick jogged towards the cloud, moving his arm from side to side to douse everything on the other side of the cloud with the acid. Right before he ran into the cloud he jumped into the air, using his flight ability to sail over it. Landing on the other side of the cloud he produced his flail once again. Quickly whirling one end of it he lashed out with it, sending the spiked end flying towards the Autobot.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Sat Apr 28, 2012 8:00 am

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Mongolian Valley - Shuttle Landing Site

Smokescreen waited with baited breath for the Decepticon chemist to make his move as the cloud of magnetic smoke began to slowly dissipate in front of him. The sound of running on the other side caused Smokey to take a fighting stance with his electro-disruptor rifle drawn up and aimed at whatever would come charging through the black cloud. However, it was not Oil Slick, himself, that appeared through the dark fog, but a steady stream of destructive acid from the Syk dealer’s chemical emitter.

“Ah, fraggit!" Smokescreen cursed as he instinctively spun around and ducked down to avoid the corrosive compound as it was sprayed from side to side in a wide berth. Unfortunately, unlike a laser blast which would have sailed directly over him without incident, the liquid spray did not act in the same manner and began to lose altitude the further away from the source that it got. While the rallybot was able to evade a direct hit, his back was still covered by a residual mist that dropped down from the main stream as it passed over him. It was more than enough to begin eating away at his armor plating, sending an intense pain radiating across his entire back.

“Aaahhhhh!!!!!" The diversion expert screamed as he pounded the ground beneath him with his free hand while trying desperately to remain out of the still unseen Oil Slick’s direct line of fire. Once the chemical attack subsided, Smokescreen saw his chance to make a break for it and forced himself back to his feet, the pain only increasing as the acid ate further and further into his armor plating. The same kind of toxic fumes that had previously emanated from the shuttle was now rising from the rallybot’s own back. He needed to get away the chemist and back under cover as quickly as possible, but that was easier said than done under these circumstances.

As the diversion specialist staggered back and away from the magnetic cloud, Oil Slick came flying over it and landed in plain view of the retreating Autobot. The Syk dealer immediately flung his chain flail at Smokescreen, the spike-covered sphere slamming directly into the rallybot’s chest plate. The pain in his back had now become a secondary concern as an even greater agony enveloped Smokey’s front side, his vehicle mode’s headlights shattering into a hundred glass shards as the red and blue mech was propelled backwards by the force of the powerful strike.

Landing on his back at the edge of the clearing, Smokescreen cried out again in anguish as the pain receptors in his back rejoined the front ones in a symphony of torture and suffering. Laying there on the rocky ground, he peered up into the sky above and let out a deep sigh as his HUD showed the damage he had sustained thus far. “Ahhh, dammit..." was all that the fallen rallybot could utter as he tried to regain his focus on the deteriorating situation he now found himself in. A deep crater now adorned Smokey’s chest plate as he attempted to bring his rifle up but quickly realized that he no longer had possession of it, having lost his grip on it moments before.

Where....where is it? Smokescreen thought feverishly as he looked up to see Oil Slick slowly advancing on his position. Soon the Decepticon chemist would be on top of him to exact his dreadful revenge on the helpless rallybot. I’m not out yet. If I can only find my rifle....wait, there it is! Smokey glanced to his one side and found his weapon lying on the ground nearby. Now, all he had to do was reach it before the enraged Syk dealer reached him.

Trying to ignore the intense pain he was still in, Smokescreen stretched out with his right arm and managed to grab ahold of his electro-disruptor rifle. Bringing it up, he aimed the weapon at Oil Slick and fired off an unsteady shot, his arm shaking slightly. The rallybot didn’t expect it to do any good, but at least the dome-headed chemist was no longer bothering the shuttle or the femmebot inside.

>>"Tracer....this is Smoke...screen. I’m in trouble out here. Take off.....now!"<<
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Devastron » Mon Apr 30, 2012 8:56 pm

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Oil Slick pulled his flail back after it impacted with Smokescreen. He felt a small sense of satisfaction about the hit. It was far from what some of the more warrior-like and brutal Decepticons might feel at the success of an attack, but for the chemist to feel much of anything was surprising. While some small part of him felt good about his attack, his more analytical side brushed it aside, urging for expediency. Time was still of the essence, both to cover for his absence and to prevent Tracer escaping without paying him.

The Decepticon leapt to the side as Smokscreen fired a clumsy shot off at him. Oil Slick raised his arm and fired off another stream of acid at the Autobot, hitting his right shoulder. As he grasped at the wound in pain the Decepticon stood up, twirling his weapon at his side. He spun around to gain more momentum before releasing the chain from his right hand, the other end still grasped in his left. The weapon swung up with tremendous force, smashing into Smokescreen’s acid weakened shoulder. There was a sound of crashing and tearing metal as the weapon punched through the metal connects of his arm. The limb was sent flying back as Oil Slick pulled his weapon back to him.

Oil Slick felt another flush of excitement at the attack, but quickly pushed it aside. He stalked up to the helpless Autobot and bashed his knee into his face to remove any remaining fight he might have in him. He then wrapped his left arm around him in a chokehold, pressing the acid sprayers attached to his right arm up against his head. He drug the smaller Autobot to the door of the shuttle.

"Tracer!" His tone was icy cold as he shouted out to her. “Exit the shuttle immediately, unarmed! You have broken the conditions of our arrangement. There will be a penalty for that, starting with the application of concentrated acids directly to the cranium of your associate should you delay exiting the vehicle!"


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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Ember » Tue May 01, 2012 11:08 pm

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It felt as though she was unconscious for vorns so when she finally onlined her optics she was groggy and her surroundings seemed to be moving in unnatural ways. Tracer lifted her upper body up off the floor of the shuttle and placed her hand on her cranium. There was immense pain, a throb that seemed to grow with every movement. The scout let out a low moan and finally lifted the rest of her body up off the floor.

The mixture of Syk the chemist had provided was much more potent than any other version she was given. She had no idea how long she was out cold and sprawled on the floor. She carefully shuffled to one of the back chairs and flopped down. Another wave of cranial pain washed through her and she grabbed her head trying to make the ache go away.

Suddenly she remembered that she hadn’t made the trip to this location alone and she looked around the shuttle for some sign of who had accompanied her. Her optics narrowed as she tried desperately to recall. Razr had finally moved from under the table and stopped next to her chair. The turbofox placed a paw on her leg and cocked his head to the side as he regarded her.

Tracer looked down at her pet and flashed him a small smile. She stared at him for a moment before she perked up and looked to the door.

“Smokescreen."

The instant the mechs name slipped quietly from her lips she received a private communique. When she heard the diversion expert’s pain filled voice, Tracer shot up from the chair, anguish playing on her features. The message was ominous…too ominous. She quickly opened up a link with Smokescreen.

>>"I’m not leaving you! Not now!"<<

The femme grew quiet, but she kept the link open. Tracer looked around the shuttle, she knew she brought her weapon but she was having trouble finding….ah, there it is.

She scooped it up and started toward the sealed ramp. She raised her hand and began to lower her palm to the button but she suddenly stopped when she heard her name being called by Oil Slick. She pulled her hand away from its intended target and listened to the chemist.

The threat to use his acid sprayers of Smokescreen’s cranium caused Tracer’s hand to lose its grip on her weapon letting it fall to the floor. The thought of losing him to that maniac was almost too much to handle. She stood frozen in place, her body trembling as she pictured the damage Oil Slick would do.

>>"I’m coming out, Smokescreen. Just hold on a little longer."<<

Tracer took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. She raised her hand to the button and gently pushed. The hiss of the ramp filled the valley and once it was fully extended Tracer tossed out her weapon and slowly descended the shuttle with her hands raised up in the air. She looked down at her former dealer and his hostage. The scout took in a sharp intake of air at the sight of Smokescreen.

“Oh Primus. What have I done?" Her voice was too low for either mech to hear.

Tracer let the shocked expression fade as she addressed Oil Slick.

“Alright, Oil Slick. You have me, now let him go. I’m the one who broke the conditions of our arrangement. Take your anger out on me. Just, please, don’t hurt him anymore."
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Wed May 02, 2012 6:36 pm

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A defeated look overcame Smokescreen’s faceplate as his haphazard shot was easily avoided by Oil Slick. That look was quickly replaced with one of intense pain when the Syk dealer unleashed another chemical attack, this one squarely aimed at his right shoulder joint. Smokey reached for the burning wound but could not touch it as the acid ate straight through his armor plating, weakening the joint to the point where his gun arm went limp and fell helplessly to his side. That attack was then quickly followed up with another, this time from the flail weapon again. The spiked ball smashed through the already damaged shoulder, severing the diversion expert’s entire right arm from the rest of his battered body.

Dear Primus, Smokescreen thought as his pain receptors felt as though they were on fire with energon seeping from the metallic stump. "Aaarrrgghh!!!" The rallybot screamed before Oil Slick’s knee struck his faceplate hard, almost knocking him unconscious in the process. However, Smokey was not so lucky as he remained fully aware of what was going on around him. The Decepticon chemist then placed the diversion expert into a tight choke hold and dragged him over to the sealed door of the shuttle, all the while pressing the tip of his acid weapon against the blue of Smokey’s cranial unit. Oil Slick demanded that Tracer come out immediately or her Autobot companion would find his head melted into a pool of slag.

Smokescreen remained weak and limp in his captor’s grasp as energon continued to pour from the gapping wound where his right arm once occupied. Circuits sparked and misfired as the rallybot’s life blood slowly drained from his body. Smokey barely heard Tracer’s initial comm that she would not leave him, but he managed to register her words internally nevertheless. She was stubborn, that was for sure. Of course, if the situation was reversed, the diversion expert would not have left her, either. Still, he wanted her to be safe regardless of what happened to him here and now.

Tracer’s next comm, however, filled Smokescreen with even more dread. She was coming outside where she would no longer be safe, where her former dealer could do whatever he wanted to with her. What was she thinking?

>>"No..."<<

It was too late. The shuttle’s hatch had opened and the ramp extended. Tracer descended with her arms raised and pleaded with Oil Slick to let Smokey go without further harm to him. The rallybot raised his head slightly so that his optics could meet with her own. He doubted that the chemical specialist would respond favorably to her request and thus, if this was to be the end for him, Smokescreen wanted the last visage he ever saw to be her’s.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Devastron » Thu May 03, 2012 6:35 pm

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Oil Slick could feel Smokescreen shifting in his grasp. He tightened his chokehold on him to make sure he didn’t get any ideas of escape. He could easily end his life and he wanted him to remember that.

The Decepticon turned his optics towards the shuttle as the ramp finally lowered. He watched as Tracer’s weapon came sailing out, followed by the Autobot herself, hands raised over her head. A slight sneer passed over Oil Slick’s face before vanishing. In a situation as tense as this one he wasn’t about to let emotions ruin everything for him. Things had gone horribly wrong, but he could still salvage something out of this. He had to. The only way to do that was to remain rational.

“As you can see Tracer I have your associate at my mercy. Any attempt to flee and he will be terminated in a most painful manner. If I see or hear any other Autobots, he will be terminated. If he tries to escape or communicate with you, he will be terminated. The only chance either of you have of escaping this encounter alive is to do everything I say."

Oil Slick pressed the sprayers against Smokescreen’s head a bit tighter. A drop of acid fell out, landing on the Autobot’s cranium with a sizzle. “Tracer, you will give me that data slug containing the information promised to me. Do it slowly and easily or your friend dies." The chemist was making things up as he went. Obtaining his payment seemed like the first and simplest thing he could do. After that he would have to decide whether to just terminate the two Autobots and flee or try to extract more from them.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Ember » Tue May 08, 2012 9:28 pm

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The sight of Oil Slick holding Smokescreen hostage brought an angry sneer to her face, but it quickly subsided. She did not want her former dealer to think he was getting the better of her, but it was becoming harder to maintain her composure.

The scout moved a little closer to both mechs but stopped just short of coming in to contact with either of them. Tracer kept her arms raised in the air as she responded to Oil Slick’s demands.

“I can see that. And believe me I’m not going anywhere and there are no other Autobots with me."

Tracer nodded in understanding at the gangly mech’s last bit of instruction.

“I’ll do anything. Name it. Just, please, don’t hurt him anymore."

As soon as Oil Slick pressed the sprayers against Smokescreen’s head further, Tracer gasped and quickly backed off slightly. She could smell and hear the sizzle that had come from the tips of the sprayers. The scout’s attention moved, quickly, from Smokescreen and his position to that of Oil Slick.

The ‘Con’s demand for the data slug was an utter surprise to her. Doesn't he have it? I know I gave it to him. Maybe…no, he couldn’t have.

“I…I don’t have it. I think it may have been lost coming back here."

She took a cursory look around just to make sure she hadn’t inadvertently dropped it when she left the shuttle…nothing. Damn. Now what? She paused a moment before she quickly snapped her head up to look directly at Oil Slick.

“But I remember what was on it. Let him go and take me instead. I can give you everything that I downloaded, but you’ll only get it unless you set him free."

Her face was set in a stern expression.

“Do we have a deal?"
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Thu May 10, 2012 5:56 pm

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Smokescreen looked on helplessly as Oil Slick tightened his choke hold around the diversion expert before laying out a series of ultimatums to Tracer. If she failed to comply with any of them, the rallybot would die. He emphasized this by pressing the chemical emitter against the Autobot’s cranial unit harder, allowing a small drop of acid to fall onto his captive’s head. Smokey winched slightly just as one last demand was made. The chemist wanted the data slug back with the same deadly consequence to the former gambler’s spark if the femme did not do as she was told. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to both of them, the red and blue racer had already destroyed the tiny device just before he stowed away the second vile of Syk into his right leg compartment. It was a decision that could mean the end for both of them now.

Tracer’s response was one of surprise and uncertainty, but she quickly recovered and said that she remembered what was on the data slug anyway. Therefore, she made her former dealer a new offer to let Smokescreen go in exchange for the information she claimed she had memorized. The diversion expert highly doubted that she had ever looked at the data let alone memorized it to any great extent. And even if she had, those memories would not be reliable due to the severe effects of the withdrawal symptoms she had previously been suffering from. No, she was clearly lying and if Smokey could see that fact then so could Oil Slick.

Keeping his optics fixated on Tracer, a weakened Smokescreen could do little but crack a slight smile as a way to reassure her that everything would be all right. That, of course, was another lie, albeit a silent one. The Decepticon had the upper hand here, and there was no easy way out for either of the two Autobots. The diversion expert knew this all too well as he had faced similar instances like this in the past, only with another mech as the captive. The minibot, Bumblebee, immediately came to mind as the most recent hostage situation and Smokey could only wonder whether or not facing Darkride’s interrogation techniques was in their future.

Regardless, Smokescreen would do whatever he could to protect Tracer from harm, and that meant keeping her out of Oil Slick's clutches in any way possible. "Leave....her alone. I can tell you more....than...she can. I've been stationed....here....longer. Please....take me....and let her....go."
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Ember » Thu May 10, 2012 7:12 pm

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From Oil Slick’s optics Tracer moved her gaze slowly down to Smokescreen still caught in the Decepticon chemist’s chokehold. She stared unmoving into the diversion expert’s blue optics as she waited for a response from Oil Slick. That’s when she noticed it. A small smile, it almost too small to be noticed by any who didn’t know Smokescreen well enough. Although that smile was small it spoke a thousand words. His plan became painfully obvious to the femme and she knew she just had to do something before he wound up getting himself killed.

Her mouth was opened slightly and Tracer carefully looked up to the ‘Con. She took in a deep intake of cool air as she slowly lowered her arms. She tried to speak but was cut off by Smokescreen’s attempt to save her…again. Tracer shook her head at the blue and red mech’s attempt and took one hesitant step forward.

“Th…There’s one piece of information on that data slug I can give you right now."

Tracer looked down at Smokescreen deep concern flooded her entire being. This was something she had to do and this time it wasn’t for her. She had someone she cared about that needed her. It was now that she realized just what Smokescreen wanted for her. But that was never going to happen if she lost him.

“While I was aboard the Guardian, the Protectobots deployed to the former site of the Decepticon base in order to recover any wounded. After their return, along with the other Autobots rescued, the word had gotten out."

She paused but long enough only to mouth how sorry she was to Smokescreen before looking back up to Oil Slick.

“Optimus Prime is dead."
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Devastron » Thu May 10, 2012 8:46 pm

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Oil Slick was ready to simply terminate Smokescreen as Tracer informed him that the data slug was now lost. It would be an unfortunate loss having to terminate the both of them, or at least taking them prisoner. It would mean the loss of any further intelligence on the Autobots which would have been a powerful bargaining chip in the Decepticon leadership struggle. If he could take one of them back alive though there would still be some worth in it as at least a test subject.

His thoughts were interrupted as Tracer told him how she had memorized the details of the data slug. The Decepticon doubted the validity of that statement. He had never known Tracer to have a perfect memory and he wasn’t willing to risk everything on that. Not to mention the whole thing had that tinge of self sacrifice to it that seemed all too common among Autobots. When Smokescreen spoke up saying nearly the same thing he felt the spark of anger flare up inside of him again. Perhaps he should simply terminate them both and be done with it.

The Decepticon’s attention was drawn back to Tracer as she claimed to have information she could give him immediately. He listened impatiently as she gave him more details then he needed. Perhaps she was stalling for time? Finally she got around to the point and informed him of Prime’s death.

The chemist considered the bit of news. There had certainly been a suspicion among the Decepticons that Prime may have perished with Megatron, but it was only a suspicion. If true this bit of information would be the first confirmation of that suspicion. It was one that could be validated through various tortures and procedures conducted on Tracer. The fact that he would take some small pleasure in the process of confirming that information was a bonus.

“Very well." Oil Slick shoved Smokescreen to the ground, planting a foot on his back to keep him pinned down. He pointed his acid sprayers at Tracer. “You will come with me. Your associate will stay here. Any deviation from this will result in the swift termination of both of you, understood?"
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Mon May 14, 2012 6:05 pm

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Smokescreen lowered his head towards the ground as Tracer told her former dealer that Optimus Prime was dead. She confirmed what was, up until now, only speculation. Now the enemy knew that the Autobots were without Prime, even if the manner of his disappearance was in question. Many believed Optimus to be dead while others, like the diversion expert, felt that he was still alive and out there somewhere waiting to be reactivated. At this point it mattered not which was the truth as Oil Slick would simply relay to the rest of the ‘Cons that the Autobots had no real leader and thus were vulnerable in that regard.

“No...Tracer...." were the only words Smokescreen could utter as his optics remained staring down at the rocky terrain beneath him. He let out a defeated sigh as Oil Slick considered this new bit of information. Finally, after what seemed like vorns, the chemical expert shoved the rallybot faceplate first into the dirt and planted a foot squarely onto his back, pinning him to the ground. The gangly ‘Con then pointed his acid emitters at Tracer and ordered her to come with him while her red and blue companion remained behind. If either one of them deviated from these instructions they would be immediately terminated.

“No...." Smokescreen uttered again in a still weakened tone as he knew that if Tracer went with Oil Slick she would likely be tortured endlessly by Darkride. If what happened to Bumblebee was any indication, it would leave the troubled femme even more emotionally scarred than she already was, if she survived at all. I have to do something, anything! Get up Smokescreen! Get the frag up and save her!

Feeling the Decepticon’s foot pressing into his damaged back, the rallybot knew his options were limited. He had little strength left and no weapon to use against his much stronger foe. At best he could only buy Tracer enough time to escape, but it wouldn’t be much, just enough to get back inside the shuttle and take off. As far as the diversion expert, himself, was concerned he was resided to his fate. He would sacrifice his own spark to save hers and he was okay with it. He’d been fighting this war for so long it would be a welcome relief for it to finally end for him, even though the fight would rage on for everyone else.

It’s now or never. I have to move fast, Smokescreen thought as he re-routed his systems to access what auxiliary power he still had left. He felt a renewed strength flow into him. It wasn’t much but it would be enough for him to pull off this one final attempt to save Tracer. Seeing an opportunity to take advantage of his missing limb, the rallybot quickly twisted his body counter clockwise, scraping his right side and bleeding stump against the rocky ground. The pain he felt was excruciating, but the lack of an appendage made it easier to squirm his way out from under his captor. At the same time as his body continued to turn over, Smokey swung his left arm around and up, finding Oil Slick's leg that had been on his back and grabbing a hold of it. Using what leverage he had, the diversion expert managed to pull himself onto his back and yank the chemical specialist’s foot sideways in an attempt to knock his opponent off balance.

“Now.....Tracer! Run.....run for the shuttle! RUN!!!" The rallybot shouted as he continued to pull on the Syk dealer’s leg with his left hand. He hoped she would listen to him and escape while she could. Smokescreen’s time was short now as Oil Slick would surely unleash his fury upon the desperate Autobot for his insolence.

With his back to the ground, the red and blue racer looked up at Oil Slick and smiled. “You’ll....never get...what you want....Slick. Never!" And with that said, Smokescreen waited for the inevitable to happen.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Devastron » Tue May 15, 2012 9:21 pm

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Oil Slick did his best to ignore the Autobot beneath his foot. His pathetic struggles and cries were near an end now, one way or the other. The Decepticon looked forward to that as his interference had nearly ruined this entire operation. It still was not going to be as valuable as he had hoped, but at this point salvaging anything from it would have to be considered a success.

Apparently the Autobot wasn’t about to let things end easily however. With a shout he wriggled and twisted under his foot, doing just enough to send the chemist stumbling. The small spark of rage that had been kept under control inside of him roared to life briefly as he glared down at Smokescreen. While this pathetic attack was minor and a futile gesture, the indignity of it was enough to send Oil Slick, ever so briefly, over the edge.

Oil Slick raised his arm, leveling it directly at the prone form of Smokescreen. A cold, uncaring voice spoke one word to the Autobot. “Die." The next sound was the hiss of his acid sprayers as a fount of the toxic chemicals spewed out of them, splashing with a hiss on the Autobot’s torso. The chemicals began rapidly eating through armor, creating a noxious cloud over the Autobot. The slightest of satisfied smiles crossed Oil Slick’s face as the troublesome Autobot was finally stopped from interfering.

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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Wed May 16, 2012 2:15 pm

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Mongolian Valley – Shuttle Landing Site

“Die” was the last thing Smokescreen heard, besides his own screams of pain and suffering, as Oil Slick unleashed a gush of acidic chemicals directly onto the diversion expert’s torso region. It was not an unexpected reaction from the Syk dealer, but the realization that his end was near filled Smokey with a sudden sense of fear. Would he end up one with the Allspark or would he find himself in some kind of hell for dishonest mechs like him. There were many things Smokey had done throughout his existence that he wasn’t particularly proud of, but he regretted none of it. He was who he was. His lying and cheating were attributes that he was always good at, allowing him to get what he wanted whether it be winning at illegal street racing and gambling before the war started or diverting the enemy’s attention once he had joined the Autobots afterwards.

To a certain extent, those same deceitful skills had allowed Smokescreen to redeem himself somewhat during the endless conflict, aiding his allies in countless battles with the ‘Cons. But even that was not a complete redemption as he still had the tendency to lie to his comrades behind the scenes, sometimes even at the behest of Optimus Prime, himself, in order to learn what the other ‘Bots were really thinking and feeling. He had convinced himself that he wasn’t really lying because he was doing what his leader had requested. But no matter how you energon-coated it, it was still deceit at the end of the cycle. Deception was in his nature and there was no denying that fact. It was a trait that Smokey had long since accepted about himself, and he would never apologize for it.

Of course, Smokescreen had fallen back into his deceitful ways once again in his recent quest to help his dear friend, Tracer, break her Syk addiction. He had lied to his comrades and even called in a favor to Wheeljack to help him pull off his newest charade. Worse still, Smokey had stolen a shuttle and descended to Earth without authorization before engaging a dangerous Decepticon haphazardly. It had all led to his current predicament and the ultimate end that was all but imminent now.

The diversion expert’s screams began to dissipate as the acid ate through his already damaged chest plating and into the vital circuitry underneath. A toxic cloud of vapor hovered over him while his HUD flickered erratically, attempting to show the status of each of his systems as they began to either shut down or melt away one at a time, including his central nerve core. At least the pain was now gone, replaced with a numbing feeling that quickly consumed his desecrated body. With his right arm gone and his torso severely melted almost beyond recognition, stasis would soon overtake him. However, he tried to hang on just a little bit longer in the hopes of seeing Tracer escape the same fate that had just befallen him.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Ember » Wed May 16, 2012 10:07 pm

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Mongolian Valley – Shuttle Landing Site

Everything happened so fast. What was supposed to be a simple meeting had turned into a nightmare. It took everything Tracer had to keep from breaking down and falling into a quivering ball of fear. That fear was not directed toward herself, but for Smokescreen. She had dragged him into this mess and now he was paying the price for her addiction.

She didn’t have much time to chide herself because Smokescreen had attempted a desperate maneuver in order to buy her enough time to make a quick escape. Tracer took an astrosecond to look over her shoulder at the waiting shuttle, but she quickly put the idea of leaving out of her mind. She swore that she would not leave him and she was sticking to that decision.

Tracer had finally seen an opening when Smokescreen turned over onto his back and took hold of Oil Slick’s leg and causing the chemist to stumble. The scout raised her arms, hands balled into tight fists, and made ready to lunge at her dealer, but the Decepticon moved like lightning because he was back on steady feet and aiming his deadly acid sprayers directly at Smokescreen’s chest.

The dark blue femme’s optics widened in fright as Oil Slick uttered that singular word and proceeded to spray the diversion expert’s chest. She watched in horror as the acidic mix began to eat away at his armor and quickly dripped down further to destroy the much more delicate inner workings. But the sight was not the worst part of the attack it was the sound coming from Smokescreen. The screams that were excreted tore into her spark. She never wanted him to get hurt, and never in this way.

It was those screams that powered her conviction to save him just as he had done now and long ago. Tracer let out a loud cry just as she made for Oil Slick. The chemist never saw her coming since she was on him before he could even react.

She tackled the gangly mech who wound up flat on his back, several feet from Smokescreen, with her straddling his mid-section. Tracer struggled to keep him pinned as best she could with one arm while her free one scrambled to grab the rallybot’s discarded firearm. The weapon had fallen free of Smokescreen’s hand when his right arm was severed.

Oil Slick fought back valiantly, but it didn’t last. Tracer had finally gotten a grip on the barrel of the gun and brought it up chest high; she then pounded the butt end violently into the face of the green and back mech. It had taken only a moment before Oil Slick slipped into unconsciousness.

Tracer slid off Oil Slick’s mid-section, her internal fans whirring loudly as they attempted to cool her overheating internals. Knowing that their attacker was incapacitated Tracer scrambled on hands and knees to Smokescreen’s side. The anger that had worked its way into her entire being had faded away leaving nothing but dread.

“Smokey? Oh please Primus don’t take him from me; not now."

Her hands ghosted over his destroyed form trying not to inadvertently placer her hand in a still active pool of acid. Her intakes hitched as she moved in closer to his upper body and placed her hands on either side of his face. Ever so gently she turned his head so she could look him in the optics.

“You have to hold on. I needed you then …and I need you now."

Tracer moved down lower so she was close to his audio receptor. The femme shut down her optics as she considered her last words.

“You’re more than just a friend to me, Smokey. I…"

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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Thu May 17, 2012 5:00 pm

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Mongolian Valley - Shuttle Landing Site

Smokescreen struggled to remain conscious, but it was almost impossible as the acid crept deeper and deeper into his framework. He tried to keep his flickering optics on Tracer, hoping beyond hope that she would run back to the shuttle and escape to safety. Of course, she did not do that, not at all. Instead, she lunged at Oil Slick with a fury the rallybot had never seen in her before. Once she had tackled the ‘Con to the ground, Smokey lost sight of her as his vision faded from light to dark and back again. His HUD had ceased functioning like many of his internal systems once the acidic compound had reached them. All that he had left were the sounds of their scuffle and the wonder of who would come out on top.

The answer came quickly as Tracer reached Smokescreen’s side, begging Primus not to take him from her. She then placed both of her hands on either side of his head and gently turned his cranium towards her worried gaze. The diversion expert wished he could feel her touch again, but his nerve receptors had already shorted out, which at the very least ended his pain. He then heard the troubled femme plead with him to hold on. She told Smokey that she needed him and that she considered him more than just a friend to her.

“I...know..." the rallybot muttered so low it was almost inaudible. She didn't have to explain herself, not to him. Smokescreen knew how she felt and he felt the exact same way about her. He just couldn't convey those feelings back to her at the moment. Unfortunately, now was not the time for emotions to take control. There was only one mech capable of saving the diversion expert's spark and they needed to get him to that 'Bot as quickly as possible. “Trace...take....me....to...." Smokey choked on a glob of energon that had welled up inside his throat. The purple liquid then spilled out of his mouth in a gush, running over Tracer’s delicate hands that still cradled his faceplate. "....Wheel.....jaaack...."

Smokescreen had barely gotten those last words out when his spark chamber closed and sealed itself shut, preventing the chemicals from reaching the life energy within. An astrosecond later, the rallybot’s optics faded to darkness as he finally let go and fell into stasis lock.
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Ember » Sat May 19, 2012 1:37 pm

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Mongolian Valley – Shuttle Landing Site

Unable to help ease his suffering, Tracer kept her vigil over him, her hands still gently caressing the sides of his face. When she thought back on it now she was unsure just how she was able to take down Oil Slick without any help. It was strange. Perhaps, she thought, the new mixture the chemist had concocted boosted her strength; although she couldn’t be sure.

Her musings ended when Smokescreen asked her to take him somewhere, but he was cut off by a choking glob of energon that had gotten stuck in his throat. The thick liquid finally came out in a heavy rush spilling over her hands and pooling on the ground.

“Alright, Smokey. I’ll take you to Wheeljack. Just stay online."

Tracer let out a low gasp when she heard the sound of Smokescreen’s spark chamber casing closing effectively shutting it off from the invading chemicals. She quickly rose up onto her knees and placed a hand over her mouth while she watched his optics fade to an inky black.

The scout shook her heat; it started out slow but the speed increased when she finally realized that he had slipped into stasis lock.

“No…no."

She stared at his unmoving form for a breem before she was able to pull herself together. Tracer kept her optics glued to him as she drew in a deep intake of air. The fear of losing him faded and was replaced by the need to keep him alive.

Tracer got back on her feet and moved in behind Smokescreen, taking up a position behind his head. Without a word she bent down placing her forearms around his upper arms. With a low grunt and a wince Tracer rose up to her full height and started to pull Smokescreen back toward the shuttle’s ramp.

She may have had the luxury of an extra boost of strength while taking care of Oil Slick, but now she was just too distraught to make use of the ability.

With one last tug, Tracer laid Smokescreen’s upper body gently down on the floor. She’d have to pilot the shuttle as carefully as possible so as not to do more harm to his already battered frame.

Tracer stood up and paused to take in everything that had occurred up until now. She asked for his help and he readily stepped up. He wanted so much to help her only for him to wind up on death’s doorstep. What have I done? She shook her processor clear and made her way to the pilot’s seat. The dark blue scout then proceeded to initiate the take-off procedures. Once set the engines came to life with a fiery burst and she got to work reprogramming the navigation system with the location of their new destination.

As Tracer was working she took a quick look over her shoulder and caught sight of Razr. The poor turbofox had gone into hiding when Oil Slick had turned his acid sprayers on the shuttle. Glad to see her pet finally make an appearance, Tracer flashed him a smile, but it was soon replaced by a worried expression. Razr was able to read her as if she was his own species. He looked down at the mangled form of Smokescreen and back up to Tracer.

“Keep an eye on him, Razr. Don’t let anything happen to him."

The turbofox cocked his head slightly as he took in her request and then turned his attention back down to the blue and red mech. Wanting to please his friend and keep close as possible to someone he knows, Razr laid down next to Smokescreen and placed his muzzle down on the mech’s shoulder.

Another smile creased her lips as she watched the yellow and silver creature place his head gently on the rallybot’s shoulder assembly. The gesture gave her some hope that she would get him back to the Ark – 22 and have Wheeljack repair him.

“Okay, Razr. Here we go."

As the shuttle began to rise from the planet’s surface Tracer spoke to her fallen friend in a whisper.

“Hang in there, Smokey. I have so much to tell you…and I don’t want you to miss a word."
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Ember » Tue May 22, 2012 9:17 pm

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Skies above Mongolia

Tracer said a silent prayer to Primus and every other Cybertronian deity she could think of for their safe return to the Ark – 22. With any luck, and she hoped for as much as the universe would provide, they would not come across any hindrances.

Breaking through the light foliage of the trees canopy, the shuttle hovered for a moment giving Tracer time to input a new series of command igniting the small ship’s thrusters. There was a slight hesitation right before the shuttle lurched forward.

As the ship rocketed across the sky she went to work on the controls sending the nose of the craft up toward the great beyond. And while they advanced toward their destination, Tracer took another long look over her shoulder. Razr was doing his part by watching Smokey as best he could. Of course the shuttle’s jostling was not helping matters and Tracer let out a low hiss.

“Good boy, Razr. Make sure he doesn’t get bumped around the cabin. I’m counting on you."

The turbofox had raised his head to stare at his master while she reinforced the order she had provided earlier. The creature already knew how important Smokescreen was to her and he did not want to disappoint her. He was also quite partial to the diversion expert. He seemed to be the only one who could bring his master out of her frequent depressive state. After all, Razr knew Smokey for many vorns, only slightly less than his master, but he still knew the right person when he saw one.

Tracer turned back around to face the forward window, but her thoughts remained with the mech still in stasis lock on the floor behind her.

As her attention from the prostrate form of Smokescreen was moved back to the window she felt more predictable jostling. The femme let out a yelp of surprise at just how powerful the movements were this time around. She had been too preoccupied with the current situation that she had all but neglected to note that the navigational computer had already taken them through the planet’s atmosphere. She took a closer look outside the window; they were completely surrounded by the light of the stars and the lone satellite that circled the organic body.

Before the scout could relax, however, the rough ride seemed to grow much worse. Tracer tried to gain some insight on just what the problem might be by checking the scanners. But there was nothing. Not even an errant Earthen satellite. She continued to work the equipment but was stopped by the resounding alarm.

“Slag."

Tracer moved about the cabin checking and rechecking systems until she finally caught sight of the one sensor she had missed.

“Hull breach? But the landing and take off went off without a hitch."

She ran through every scenario while they had been on the planet but she could not recall anything puncturing the metal skin of the shuttle; namely weapons fire…

“No. Oil Slick’s acid sprayers. That has to be it!"

The femme could not remember what the mech had done due to her unconsciousness while within the craft, but it was the only logical explanation.

“Damn you Oil Slick."

Tracer nearly jumped back into her chair and swiftly switched the shuttle’s automated control to manual. With the breach in the side of the ship the autopilot would slow the engines and stall the advance. Not a viable option since she needed to get Smokescreen back on board the Ark – 22. She spared the diversion expert and Razr a quick look.

When she turned to face forward she recalled what Smokescreen had told her. He requested that she contact Wheeljack if something happened to him. As quickly as she could, Tracer turned her attention to the communications console. She carefully opened a heavily encrypted and private comm. channel to the engineer.

>>"Wheeljack. This is Tracer. I’m the friend Smokescreen accompanied to the planet’s surface. We’re currently en route to the 22, but the shuttle has acquired a hull breach. I don’t think it’s going to make it all the way to the ship. And we need to get there as soon as possible. Smokescreen…Smokey’s been hurt. He’s in stasis lock and he needs help."<<
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Smokescreen85 » Wed May 23, 2012 6:07 pm

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Incoming Encrypted Transmissions from Wheeljack:

>>"Tracer, this is Wheeljack. I read you. Stay where you are, and I will bounce you on board shortly."<<

>>"Tracer, this is Wheeljack again. I’m having a hard time locking on to you. If you’re still wearing my signature inhibitors, you need to take them off both yourself and Smokescreen. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee the bounce will be successful. Do you understand?"<<
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Ember » Thu May 24, 2012 10:05 am

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Skies above Mongolia

It seemed as though time had stood still within the confines of the shuttle. The streaking mass of lights that formed during space travel had ceased leaving only shining orbs in their place. But Tracer paid little attention to any of it. Right now her optics were transfixed on Smokescreen and her audios were tuned into the communications line. How long had it been since she’d contacted Wheeljack? Not long. Just give him a few more minutes, he’ll respond…he has to.

And then came that long awaited tone. The femme tore her eyes away from the stasis locked mech and focused in on the communications console. Tracer let out a sigh of relief when she heard Wheeljack’s voice coming through the line.

>>"Tracer, this is Wheeljack. I read you. Stay where you are, and I will bounce you on board shortly."<<


Wheeljack cut the line even before she could give him a word of thanks. At this point, however, she didn’t mind the abrupt end. She only wished to get Smokescreen back on board the Ark - 22 and have him repaired. Nothing else mattered.

Tracer went back to the shuttles navigation controls and ceased their commands halting the shuttle’s already slow moving advance. That’s when another communication came through. Again from the engineer.

>>"Tracer, this is Wheeljack again. I’m having a hard time locking on to you. If you’re still wearing my signature inhibitors, you need to take them off both yourself and Smokescreen. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee the bounce will be successful. Do you understand?"<<


She took a quick look around and noticed a few small bits of metallic debris lying beneath Smokescreen’s frame. That was when she recalled the rallybot attaching the signature suppressor to her back and her doing the same with his.

>>"I understand, Wheeljack."<<

Tracer stepped away from the pilot’s chair and carefully knelt down beside Smokescreen. Gently the femme lifted him slightly and took a look to see if the inhibitor was still in place. When she saw that there was nothing left to most of his back she lowered him back down and stood back up to her full height. The fight he was in and the acid attack had melted most of the inhibitor leaving nothing but a few lose bits of metal…the same metal that was now littered beneath and the side of the red and blue mech.

Now that she knew his device was no longer functioning, Tracer went to work trying to remove her own. She reached around to her back first with one hand and then the other, but it was no use. Without anyone else there the device was there to stay. She let out a low sigh as she stared down at Smokescreen. Maybe it’s for the best he gets bounced alone.

Her optics lifted as she stared at the far wall. Suddenly her eyes brightened and she hastily moved to the same wall. She turned around so her back was facing the metal sheet and she began to ram her entire back against the hard metal surface. After three attempts and mangling both of her protruding door wings, she let out a pained cry slamming one last time into the wall; even harder than the previous times causing her to drop to the floor on her hands and knees.

There had been the sound of crunching metal, followed by no pain, signifying that she had successfully disabled the suppressor.

She waited a moment before she slowly got back to her feet and made her way back to the communications console. She opened up the link with Wheeljack and gave him their status.

>>"Ugh. The inhibitors have been disabled. The three of us are ready to be bounced back on board; just, please, be quick about it."<<
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Re: Desperate Rendezvous

Postby Devastron » Tue May 29, 2012 7:01 pm

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Oil Slick’s systems slowly reactivated from the sudden, powerful and violent attack from Tracer. Apparently the experimental syk he had given her acted as some sort of extra fuel boost. That was the only explanation for the success of her attack as he was acquainted with her physical prowess from past dealings. That was an unexpected, but interesting, side effect. If he could isolate that element it could prove quite valuable in the future.

The Decepticon sat up to see the Autobot shuttle taking off, presumably with both of the Autobots on board. The ember of anger inside of him flared up as he climbed to his feet, aiming his sprayers at the vessel. The ember was quickly doused with a dose of cold logic as the shuttle rapidly flew out of the range of his weapons. Firing now would only be a waste.

The chemist considered his situation. He had failed to obtain the data he required and lost a sample of experimental syk. The only possibility of salvaging the situation lies in the addictive properties of the chemical. He was one of the only beings alive to have extensive expertise in syk, and certainly there were no Autobots who could match him on that. Oil Slick found it unlikely that Tracer would be able to find a new source for her addiction, or anyone who could replicate his formula, particularly since he had upped the addictiveness of it. She would have to come back to him eventually, and then he would extract a harsh payment indeed.

Oil Slick leapt into the air. Flying low to avoid detection he began making his way back to the Decepticon base in construction.
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