<< OOC: Been a while since I've done anything like this -- hopefully the rust sheds quickly. >>
Fort Tenebrous -- Holding Cells
Ever since their observation of Turmoil and his forces at Melanossus, Scourge had remained silent -- perhaps uncharacteristically so. There was something to be said for decisive action, after all, and truth be told... well, if Turmoil wished to believe he could come out on top in such a challenge, the Sweep commander would leave him to his delusions. For now, there were more important matters to be concerned with.
"Let's see if these Technobots are all they are reputed to be, hm?" Cyclonus's words brought only a flicker to his crimson optics, as well as the faintest of smirks, though he didn't let Cyclonus see the smirk itself. Yes, indeed, he thought to himself, let's see what all the fuss is about.
Stalking along behind Cyclonus, Scourge remained silent as they met Soul Siren at Scattershot's cell, crossing his arms as he observed the proceedings. "Skyhammer's foolhardy resistance was not enough, it seems. Nor Vulcan's. Nor Roadbuster's. Now you, Technobot leader, seek to take up the mantle, it seems. To what conceivable end? Spare me the Autobot drivel about defending innocence and sentience. You are so severely outmatched on this world that the very idea has become laughable." That was Cyclonus for you -- direct and to the point, no beating around the bush.
Pity. Sometimes, beating around the bush was the fun part. Then again, Scourge had moments where he enjoyed toying with his prey before swooping in for the kill.
"It's about time Room Service showed up. Afterburner here placed an order over three breems ago. Guess I can replace his order, I'd like to start with a nice set of high grade energon, some silicon chips and oh yeah Titanium Wafers." At least Scattershot had a sense of humor -- a shame he would lose it soon enough.
"I find myself less than impressed at first sight, Cyclonus," he muttered, belatedly giving answer to Cyclonus's question during their walk into the depths of Fort Tenebrous. "These pathetic cretins cling to the delusion of hope like Dylarian rust-bats, even when all is lost."