- Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
- Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Decepticon Dropship ST–4
Mindwipe had been actively trying not to think about scenarios such as the one that Cipher had offered up. He had found a suitable organic covering, but now he was even more loathe to use it than he had been originally. They might as well just serve themselves up to the more animalistic members of this team with all the trimmings. This mission was clearly headed in that direction.
More animalistic? Mindwipe thought, chiding himself. Each one of them is fit to be caged and studied in a zoo.
Mindwipe had backed away when Hungrr seemed to leap on one of his own men. The confrontation seemed to end as quickly as it began, with Hungrr abandoning his assault on Rippersnapper and heading in to the small dropship's CR chamber.
My god, they're going to devour each other first....
Practically clinging to the shuttle wall behind him, Mindwipe had edged around the confrontation as best he could, grabbing the supplies from earlier and following after Cipher, poking the outer coating on the other mech's arm. Primus, this was so disgusting.
"We run for our lives," Mindwipe said in a hushed tone, offering up the only plausible alternative he could think of if things really turned sour on this mission. "But in the interim, we will simply have to put our trust in Hungrr's protection."
Speaking of the Terrorcon commander, Mindwipe supposed he would have to get in to the chamber next--a process he was not looking forward to in the slightest. If the other Terrorcons preferred to go first, he was more than happy to let them, but the majority of them seemed to have not returned yet from their preliminary scouting.
((OOC-Doing a little coverage post to keep Sinnertwin moving.))
No sooner had the shuttle landed than Sinnertwin had transformed and bounded off in to the wilderness, following scents and allowing his visuals to take in everything he could about the new location. He could feel something weird occurring within his internal systems, but it was hardly noticeable. Only Hungrr's transmission to call them back to the shuttle put any sort of pause in the Terrorcon's step.
One of the Terrorcon's heads lifted in to the air, looking around as the other continued to gather scents, trails...anything that would be useful later.
It was then that Sinnertwin detected something else. Something familiar--but also very much not. That it coincided with Hungrr's command was fortunate, otherwise he might not have been able to overcome the desire to pursue it. Whatever it was, it was heading in the same direction as where the remainder of the Decepticons were.
"Delicioussss," Sinnertwin growled, before doubling back in the same direction that he had come.
The strange scent he was tracking seemed to shift course, coming directly for him. Sinnertwin was prepared for battle. What came at him, however, was not what he expected. It was Cybertronian--one that looked to be no bigger than a typical protoform. And it latched itself around one of the Terrorcon's robot canine necks, though not in any aggressive manner. That, however, mattered little to the Terrorcon. Sinnertwin had enough trouble containing his violent tendencies around his own kin. Resisting that temptation with something that did not even wear a Decepticon badge? Impossible.
Sinnertwin flung the smaller Cybertronian off of him. Without allowing the younger mech a chance to recover, Sinnertwin was on top of him, his jagged, metallic claws pressing down in to the mech's chest plate.
"You are not Decepticon. Not at all. Tell me....why should its spark continue to flicker? Why? Tell me now."
The claws on Sinnertwin's right metallic paw pressed deeper.