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A corroding fist whistled past Crueljaw’s cranium as he lent to the side of the incoming fist a second bouncing off his shoulder but that only served to increase the force with which Crueljaw’s other hand within which rested the flaming plasma sword. The blade continued on its journey through the two walker’s a third was resisting his grip but a savage twist of his wrist permanently putting it offline. Crueljaw turned throwing the corpse into the hallway he had time to finish the start up sequence for the chambers. In the facsimile room the chambers started to power up various screens started to churn data down the screens. The chambers themselves where beginning to fill with a green liquid from within the base of the chambers. As Darkfires radio message came through asking about their status's.

>>Facsimile chambers are starting up just add DNA will meet you there, now if your finished asking if I’m finished I got someone to finish off here<<

The last of the walkers was the one that had originally jumped him its jaw hanging loosely from its chin. Crueljaw rocked back on his heels extinguishing his plasma blade then replacing it within his wrist locker he then sprinted forward arms pumping the bodyguard twisted and put his shoulder forward as it slammed into the last walker he continued forward the walker scratching helplessly at his armour as the wall loomed. The sound of the impact was like rolling thunder echoing through the hallways his opponent was completely crushed. The hulking bodyguard stepped away from the impact zone and looked at the fairly large impact zone a crushed walker was left embedded and a smear on his shoulder. His messing with the Computer core done the bodyguard left satisfied his body was having no lingering effects from an extended CR stay

Computer Core

Landgrab's bulky formed arrived where Crueljaw's signal was emanating from. Transforming and securing the three human military officers he had captured around his waist almost like something of a belt, he tentatively approached the other Decepticon.

These scant few humans knew they existed now, but it was hardly going to to matter. They would be replaced by Decepticon technology and probably never heard from again. He couldn't say for sure, but he didn't expect Shockwave would jeopardize any of their longstanding infiltration protocols for these little fleshbags.

"Fresh DNA," Landgrab said, blocking the only practical exit out of this area and dumping the humans on to the floor. "Don't know how you got power to this thing, but you better make it fast, 'cause it might go at any astrosecond. We need to get these guys facsimilized before their little runty friends know they're gone."

Decepticon Earth Base - Computer Core

Darkfire traversed the treacherous corridors, making her way to Crueljaw's location with her horde of humans for facsimilizing. In actuality, the assassin did not possess many humans, but she had no place large enough to store them all efficiently. It irritated her. Darkfire checked her progress with some mental landmarks - the fissure, the broken door, the hall of glass - and soon, she realized with satisfaction that she was near to the computer core.

The assassin silently prowled the corridor and approached the computer core carefully. She peered inside to see that the situation was normal with both Crueljaw and Landgrab standing about the facsimile pods.

"Hey," she said as she stood behind Landgrab - who was blocking the entrance- more to let them know that she was there than anything else. The last thing she wanted was to end up with a hole through her because she had taken her comrades by surprise. It has happened to her once before. She did not intend to relive that experience.

"Here are the humans I've collected. Let's get them all facsimilized. We should probably send in a report to Shockwave of our progress after that," she stated plainly to both of her fellow Decepticons, "And Landgrab, move out of the way."

Gifford National Park military base--computer core

"Hey," another voice had said, alerting Landgrab to the fact that another Decepticon was in close proximity and that he should watch his step, left he unintentionally injure one of his compatriots. Not that he cared about inflicting the injury, but more the consequences that would be coming once someone higher in the command chain read the mission report. Someone like Shockwave.

"You got some too, eh? Good. That should make the chief give us a 'satisfactory' report," Landgrab said, before moving his bulkish form out of Darkfire's path. "Oh....uh, right. Sure thing."

As he moved out of the way, he felt a tingling in his chest cavity as he finished entering their current progress in to the mission log and sent it up to the Thanatos. The automated message that was returned went to not only him but everyone on the team.

//Infiltration objective accomplished. Return to assigned operating vessel immediately. Secure contents in laboratory and reinstate facsimile replacements within 5.7 breems.//

Landgrab looked to the others, not exactly sure of what to make of the message, despite how clear it seemed to be.

"So, um, just like that?"

Gifford National Park military base--computer core

Crueljaw looked at the sample specimens “we stick em in the chambers right cause I know how to set these things up and get the programming but actually using them above my pay grade” the bulky decepticon moved to the facsimile chambers and opened the receiving bays “I’m thinking they go here scraplet’s and femmes” He swung around and looked at the console he started tapping away utilising long unused subroutines to set up the link to the command ship for them to program the facsimiles. “The links to the ship are complete the Colossal Processors up on the ships can set these things up cause I dunno how it works” just as he finished talking Landgrab relayed an automatic message.

//Infiltration objective accomplished. Return to assigned operating vessel immediately. Secure contents in laboratory and reinstate facsimile replacements within 5.7 breems.//

Crueljaw raised an optic ridge at the reply he looked at Landgrab “so can you put the doors back on this room I kinda broke it when I came in can’t secure a room with no doors and keep the chambers cooking” Crueljaw moved over to Darkfire kicking one of his previous playmates out the way “so what’s with the automated message you must have sources up there is Shockers planning summit?” Crueljaw turned from Darkfire and looked at Landgrab his optic narrowed as his fists clentched as he had a horrible thought “do you know more than your letting on big rig?”

Gifford National Park military base--computer core

Landgrab watched as Crueljaw moved his captives as well as the ones that Landgrab had snagged himself in to the facsimile chambers. He was trying to make sense of everything that was going on here as best he could, but a lot of it was well above his rank, so to speak.

"Uh, sure. Yeah, no problem," Landgrab said, heading over to examine the damage that had been done to the entrance to this little alcove and begin the process of restoring it to at least an acceptable degree of functionality.

He looked over at Crueljaw, moving a large piece of steel in to place and activating his welders, as the other mech asked about Shockwave.

"I didn't get to see him directly. Just some basic info I accessed when I was brought back online. Since Megatron's not around, I'm guessing he's just trying to put everything in order--his order--whatever that is, before we all self-destruct or somethin'.

"I don't know any more than I'm tellin' you guys. Swear," Landgrab added hastily, holding up one hand innocently as he attempted to finish the weld with the other. "It's just--"

//Facsimile creation process engaged. Reinstate facsimile replacements in 2.412 breems.//

Computer Core

"Let it go, Jaws. We all work for Shockwave," Darkfire interjected as she walked past Landgrab and set her catch into the free facsimile pods. Normally, she would have said nothing at all, but in-fighting was horribly inefficient. She would not have that. Especially since the midget seemed AWOL at the moment. Vin was probably with him though.

"And yes, Landgrab, just like that," she said, answering Landgrab's earlier question.

Soon the the facsmiles would all be ready to go, and they would leave this mudball for the Thanatos once more. She stood back and contemplated their impending return to the Thanatos. She glanced at Landgrab sidelong. He might know a little more than they did, considering he was sent down after them.

"Hey, 'Grab. What was the situation on the Thanatos when you left? Was Shockwave about to make another move for the throne?"

Computer Core - its all gone pete tong

Crueljaw inwardly chuckled as the larger Landgrab attempted to diffuse his current situation but something that he was about to say was cut off by Darkfire cutting in which made Crueljaw’s brow furrow in displeasure. The surly bodyguard rounded on the lithe Darkfire his voice dripped with venom “Let it go I work for Shockwave you work for whoever pays you the most Assassin” the rant was continued in his thoughts “with an emphasis on the ass” turning Crueljaw continued pressing Landgrab “go on Lugnuts you where saying before wingtips interrupted. It’s just? What! An convenience you’re here making even the biggest room look cramped, A pain the processor that I’m giving you with these questions?”

Crueljaw had heard the computers automated message but ignored it something was nagging at his central processor he wasn’t no Shockwave but he knew when something looked too good to be true it usually was. His oil was running hot as he vented small flames from vents along his mouth plating as he struggled to contain his temper. He wasn’t in Nightbeat’s class as a detective but he was determined to get a straight answer out of someone he considered to be suspect.

Gifford National Park military base--computer core

Landgrab had nodded at Darkfire's response of it being "just that easy". Landgrab didn't know one way or the other, but it was always nice when things worked out that way. He paused for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts and what he knew--or what he thought he knew--before answering her second question. Crueljaw's prodding him along helped to speed up the process a little.

"It's just, um, yeah....I forgot what I was saying," the bulky mech said, scratching his chin structure thoughtfully. "But it was quiet up there. I downloaded my orders and pretty much came straight down here. If Shockwave was about to do anything big, I didn't see it being broadcast on the intranet. Starscream was on the prisoner roster though...so...that was kind of interesting. Gotta figure he's not going to let that go on forever."

//Facsimile assignment upload in progress. Completion in .57 breems.//

Computer Core

Darkfire gazed at Crueljaw with an air of cold disdain. This bodyguard was truly...an idiot. Not because of what he said, but the tone he'd used. Unconsciously, one of Darkfire's hidden blades slid from its hiding spot silently, and feel into the palm of Darkfire's hand. Instead of severing Crueljaw's spinal cord like she dearly wished to, Darkfire began twirling the knife idly in her hand. There would be time and place for revenge. This was not one of them.

The assassin listened to Landgrab as he answered Crueljaw's query. Starscream was aboard the Thanatos? Where that one went, trouble was bound to follow. She regarded Starscream with distaste. It might be time to reevaluate the situation. Weigh her options. By no means did she mean to join the Seeker commander's cause, but perhaps there were other options than joining Shockwave's political campaign.

"If Starscream's involved...I have few doubts that there will be some sort of spectacle," Darkfire glanced at the pods as their assignment programming began and continued, "and...we might become involved very shortly. Well, maybe not we."