- Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Reflector's individual units each had various holoscreens up in front of them. Each of them, almost simultaneously, flipped form one to another: an Autobot in a prison cell, another Autobot in a prison cell, a team of Autobots in a prison cell, Seekers strafing over Tenebrous, the progression of their vaunted shipyard, Nebulans scurrying about one of their last major sanctuaries--Splendora. Each image seemed to be more satisfying than the last.
Except, however, for the last screen to come in to the Viewfinder unit's view. That screen held the image of open space. Open space and the thus-far undetected Autobot vessel that still lay hidden somewhere within. It had been a source of frustration for the Decepticon surveillance specialist almost since the onset of their work here. The crew of that vessel were intelligent. They had done nothing brash since Spartan's last major offensive and they were wise to do so, lest the Perdition's advanced sensors isolate their position and blow them out of the sky. Alas, events had not played out to Reflector's favor in that regard, and so on he searched.
They would not evade him forever. In that he was sufficiently determined.
More than one insecticlone felt the fiery wrath of either Nightbeat or Hosehead's resistance. But the swarm was overwhelming. Bombshell had counted on that. Numbers would always be on the side of the Insecticons'.
Detonating energon rations was a novel approach. Bombshell had to commend the tactic, as it certainly took down more than one of the diaclones. But it, too, was for naught.
Barrage had pressed forward, unbidden, and delivered a debilitating--and potentially lethal--strike to one of the resisting Autobots: Hosehead. And the diaclones continued to push in further. As they did, Bombshell himself took the opportunity to advance from his position of cover.
"Surrender!" Bombshell shouted.
"Surrender...." the various Bombshell-based diaclones echoed eerily throughout the room.
"Or...join your Autobot comrade in death," Bombshell finished. The other diaclones did not echo this, but rather chittered and clicked eagerly as they closed in on their Autobot prey.
Tenebrous--Approaching Command Center
"On that, old friend, we are in complete agreement," Cyclonus said in reference to Scourge's mention of Scorponok's absence. "I thought Turmoil to be a wholly unworthy replacement for the High Commander's oversight of this operation. His recent actions in the field have dissuaded me of that opinion....but only slightly."
Those who knew Cyclonus knew him to be little involved in the political machinations that tended to run roughshod throughout the ranks of the Decepticon empire. If he saw his commanding officer as worthy--as he did Megatron--the lithe purple warrior put little thought into anything outside of carrying out his function. To a lesser degree, Scorponok had enjoyed that same degree of loyalty. Others, however, were highly unlikely to be as fortunate. Cyclonus' loyalty went only as far as a commander's perceived capabilities. And in Turmoil's case, it was not going to extend nearly as far as the bullish commander would like.
So be it.
"That he may. And the time may come when he is to be removed from operations on this world. For now, I would see exactly how far he may veer us off course."
As the two Decepticons' approached, the internal systems scanned Cyclonus and Scourge, accepted their internal and external signatures and allowed them entry in to the much larger command room.
Lighspeed nodded as Scattershot indicated his relucatance about Scorponok physically being present somewhere within the facility. Lightspeed was not so sure, after all his lieutenants seemed to be present in full-force; however, he had seen no hard evidence one way or the other, so he certainly wasn't going to make an issue of it with Scattershot.
"Yeah. Would be nice though, eh?" Lighstpeed said, before beginning to look up information regarding Scattershot's next question.
"Our data regarding the structure of the 2nd Fleet is pretty limited. Some of the faces we've seen, like Cyclonus and Scourge and the Horrorcons, all have significant ranks. Black Shadow is supposedly assigned to this fleet, and he's a pretty nasty Phase Sixer. Turmoil's ship was assigned to this fleet as well. I have no intel over who exactly is in charge of who, but you can certainly make guesses..."
Lightspeed stopped and looked up as the energy field to the cell deactivated and several Seekers and a pair of Sweeps surrounded the exterior of the cell. Two of the former stepped forward and seized Lightspeed by either arm.
"Yer presence is 'requested', heh," one of the Seekers said, chuckling.
"Be nice to him. Just like Soul Siren said."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go."