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On Shore

How amusing. The thought quickly filled Darkride’s processor as he watched the expression on Ricochet’s face give away his thoughts…he looks so overwhelmed with confusion. I will have to clarify things for him.

Darkride kept up his speed quickly closing the distance between him and the Autobot gunner. The childish taunts bounced off the torturer’s hide as if they were nothing. What Darkride did not want bouncing off of his light exterior was the life blood that flowed through this particular mech’s body.

Thoughts of Ricochet flailing beneath him…energon and oil and lubricants splattering over him in unrecognizable shapes…those thoughts had the interrogator literally salivating. With a broad frothy smile Darkride watched while the black and gold mech raised his weapon and let loose a barrage of just over two dozen explosive shells.
So very amusing.

The hellfire that rained down upon his location hardly gave him pause but it also provided Darkride with plenty of cover what with the dirt and debris that the explosions kicked up. Darkride slowed his progress giving him enough time to change his direction and lunge forward.

From the plume of dust the slim Decepticon leapt forth optics blazing a deep crimson…teeth bared…clawed hands extended.

Darkride’s leap got him close enough to swipe out with his left hand. If he was actually as close as he hoped he would slice open a gaping wound in Ricochet that would probably never heal. What fun.
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As soon as Saferoute turned to face him Hex threw up his hands and feigned surprise. With his optics wide and his body quivering the young mech stammered back slightly.

“Wait! Don’t! Please!”

Thankfully, for the bus-former, she held off long enough to spew forth some sort of monologue. Why was it when someone has the perfect opportunity to kill an opponent they suddenly become engrossed in their own voice and fail to off their enemy? So stupid.

Hex was only half listening as he flashed Saferoute a surprised look and shook his head. He quickly stopped his head’s movement when she mentioned Axle. This was terrible…her using his guardian as some kind of road block. As though just hearing the medic’s name would somehow end this whole ordeal.

The surprised look on Hex’s face quickly faded and was replaced by a broad evil smile. The young mech slowly lowered his hands and shook his head lightly from side to side.

“You know what I’m really looking forward to? I’m looking forward to seeing his face in my hands after I tear it from his cranium.”

The smile on his face grew wider as he stepped forward. The shot that Saferoute fired was easily dodged by just tilting his head ever so slightly to the right. Even after the shot had been fired Hex kept advancing until he was standing only inches from the barrel of her rifle.

Hex let his smile falter as he gazed up at the femme. His optics met hers as he slowly took hold of the gun’s barrel, keeping it steady, and pressed his forehead against it.

“Please, Saferoute. Help me.”

He made sure to modulate his vocalizer to simulate the sound of a scared young mech desperate for help. The rouse…play on her sympathies; make her believe that he’s not in control of his own faculties…that he wasn’t responsible for what he’d been doing. After he gained her trust then, and only then, would he tear her apart…slowly.

“Please! I just…I just want it…I just want it to stop!”

On Shore

Ricochet watched as his shells detonated all around the approaching Darkride, consuming the interrogator in a large cloud of sand and debris. Surely, the torturer wouldn’t be able to dodge all of those explosions and would be brought down in a crumpled heap of burning scrapmetal. Unfortunately, the gunner’s view of his target was now obscured by the cloud, but that didn’t prevent his imagination from running wild with delightful glee. However, that premature happiness was short lived as Darkride leapt from the plum of dust with the intent of inflicting a deep wound somewhere on the expert marksman’s framework utilizing a set of razor sharp claws.

“Holy slag!!” Ricochet exclaimed as he attempted to jump back, but his own leap wasn’t quite good enough as he felt Darkride’s nails slash across the flame decoration that adorned his chestplate. The gunner toppled backwards, landing on his aft with a thud. Wasting no time, the black and gold mech immediately rolled over before scrambling to his feet. Glancing briefly down at the wound, Ricochet could tell that the damage appeared to be moderate and didn’t penetrate any vital parts underneath. It bled energon, but not enough to drain him dry any time soon.

The marksman looked back up and glared over at his supernatural adversary. “There’s no way a normal ‘Con could’ve survived that kind of bombardment without any injuries to show for it. And you did so twice now! What the frag are you, Darkride?” Not caring if he got an answer or not, Ricochet’s processor quickly formulated his next move and it was one he hated doing regardless of the situation.

Realizing that he was too close to Darkride to use his shoulder cannon again, and was otherwise weaponless, the gunner had no other choice but to retreat. Ric was a sharpshooter, after all, not a melee fighter. He was simply no match for the sheer speed and agility of the super-powered interrogator. The black and gold mech needed to get distance between himself and his target and the only way to do that was to run.

With the other Decepticons approaching from the sea and already firing at them, the only direction Ricochet could go was further inland. Putting one foot in front of the other as quickly as he could, the black and gold mech turned and ran until he was finally off of the beach and onto solid ground again. It was then that he transformed into his Porsche 997 Turbo alt mode and sped even further away from the torturer. It didn’t take long for Ricochet to spot the entrance of a cave, the same one that the Constructicons had previously dug out and used for a short time as a storage chamber. Of course, the gunner had no inkling of the cave’s history nor did he care. It was a place of refuge to him and nothing more.

Racing towards the makeshift cavern, Ricochet hoped that he could reach cover in time before Darkride eventually caught up to him.
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Hardhead watched in amusement as Ricochet’s bombardment did nothing to stop Darkride from his advance, leaving the gunner with little choice but to tuck tail and run away like a cowardly simpleton. Soon all Cybertronians would run and hide just like the marksman, but it would do none of them any good. Their fates were sealed and all would ultimately become one with oblivion. It was simply a matter of time and patience.

Letting out a low chuckle, Hardhead smiled and nodded his head at Darkride. The chase was one, but the war veteran had no intention of giving aid to his fellow herald as there was really no need to. The interrogator could handle things well enough on his own and the green warrior fully expected him to come back with Ricochet’s head, along with other parts of his anatomy, as souvenirs. The gunner’s cranium, especially, would go nicely alongside Warpath’s own severed noggin. What a set they would make, one that would expand into an entire collection as more and more Cybertronians fell to the heralds' power.

Turning his attention towards the Yellow Sea, Hardhead watched as more Decepticons approached the beach with the intent to engage them. Most came by air, disguised as Earthen military and space vehicles, while others fired at them from the depths of the sea. Cowards, like the fleeing Autobot gunner that would soon meet his maker. One ‘Con in the form of a helicopter opened fire on the shore, a pair of thermal rockets streaking towards their intended destination. One of the projectiles was heading directly for the green herald’s position.

Making no attempt to move out of the way, Hardhead transformed back into his Stryker Armored Vehicle mode and let loose a single shell from his cannon. Within moments, the explosive struck its target, destroying the missile in a fiery, mid-air display as the other one headed for a different part of the beach. The war veteran then opened fire again, sending three additional shells directly at the approaching Vortex, another interrogator but one without the benefits of being a herald.

Bottom of the Yellow Sea

>>”You got it, boss!”<< Long Haul responded in a simple transmission to Scrapper before transforming back into dump truck mode and finding a place in one of the trenches that the Combaticons had dug around the construction site earlier. Onslaught’s orders were to dig in and that’s exactly what the green transport was going to do. While Long Haul was known mostly for being a heavy lifter, he also carried a rather impressive dual rocket launcher while in vehicle mode, one that could fire heat-seeking missiles from a reasonable distance.

Those launchers were now deployed on either side of the green Caterpillar 775G dump truck with Long Haul taking careful aim at the shoreline. He was an above-average shot when it came to accuracy, so there was an excellent chance that he would at least hit the beach. Of course, the enemy’s heat signatures would guide the transporter’s rockets the rest of the way, thus improving his chances of making a kill. Unfortunately, any ‘Cons that were also in the area were susceptible to potential friendly fire, but it was a risk that needed to be taken in order to protect the partially completed base.

With his sights set, Long Haul unleashed four heat-seekers that quickly ascended from the depths of the sea and broke the water’s surface, heading directly at the shoreline. With any luck, some unsuspecting Autobot would find themselves on the receiving end of a mere heavy lifter’s weapons fire.


Oh Shore

"No!", Saferoute shouted in shock as Hex easily dodged her rifle shot. She may not have been a sharpshooter, but at such a close range it seemed unlikely anyone could avoid it. She cursed herself for talking so long before firing.

She cocked her rifle, ready to fire another round, when the young mech did something unexpected; he came closer to her, the arrogant look on his face gone, put the barrel of her rifle up to his cranial chamber, and pleaded for her to finish him.

"What?", she said confused, "I..... I don't....."

She shook her head in further disbelief as he looked directly into her optics. It was a look of suffering that she had seen countless times before, by so many animals that had been caught in the middle of her race's war. Moosebots whose legs had been blown off by landmines, dynametal ducks who'd been hit by anti-aircraft missiles because they were mistaken for seeker airstrikes. Most of all he reminded Saferoute of her own pet Wirewhiskers, after the poor cyberat had caught cyberabies when she was bit by an escaped Decepticon experiment. It was the same frightening look, begging for an end to suffering.

I don't want to do this..... not to another animal, not even to a traitor....

She remembered the pain she'd felt when she had brought all those creature's their desired end. It was something she did her best to forget, and for the most part she did. But now?

"You want it to stop?", she asked rhetorically, doing her best to ignore the increasing amount of explosive artillery around them, "You want me to help you?"

Looking deep into the scouts optics and wondered. Was he really not in control of his actions? Or was this just another rouse to trick her? She couldn't be sure. But either way, as disgusted as it made her, she would do what she had to.

"All right, I'll help you Hex.", she said as she shut off her optics, "And may Primus have mercy on your spark.", she pulled the trigger on her rifle.

Bottom of the Yellow Sea--Construction Site

Onslaught almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. Certain members of his unit seemed to be itching for battle far more than he had calculated and now were functioning in practically direct defiance of his orders. The rush of battle had the tendency to overtake any soldier, but Onslaught was sure that he had trained his unit better than that. If not, those that were straying were about to get a little battlefield reminder.

>>"I said FALL BACK! NOW!!!!"<< Onslaught's voice roared over the internal comm, threatening to shatter the audio receiver. >>"The base is our priority. Our only priority. If the Autobots want it, they have to come down here and get it!"<<

If the Combaticons and the others allowed their positions to be divided, it would only increase the Autobots' opportunity to pick them off as well as increase the construction site's vulnerability. Neither of which were acceptable alternatives for the Combaticon Commander.
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As soon as it became evident that a battle was occurring, Mixmaster was hardly surprised that Bonecrusher wanted to be a part of it. Of all the Constructicons, he was the one who seemed like he would be just as happy serving as a Combaticon. Or maybe a Terrorcon. He liked combat. And Mixmaster found him to be pretty terrifying when he wanted to be. Either/or, really.

"You, uh, you do that, heheheheh," Mixmaster chuckled before returning to the task at hand. Whatever was going on, no one had ordered him in to battle. And the Autobots, wherever they were, were hardly storming the trenches down here. All of that suited Mixmaster just fine.

On he worked, ensuring that the base came together, both slowly and surely.

On Shore

Oil Slick continued his rapid retreat towards the sea, but it was difficult. His alternate mode was slowed by the unstable coastal surface he was driving on, causing him to skid and occasionally get stuck. The situation was not helped by the various shells and lasers flying around him and impacting nearby. As the Decepticon finally drew closer to the safety of the water a sonic shell struck nearby. The sonic shockwave from it was enough to flip him over, sending him hurtling uncontrollably towards the water.

The relatively light weight Decepticon struck the water fast and hard, actually skipping once before landing and slipping beneath the surface. A low groan emerged from the motorcycle before Oil Slick shifted back to his robot form. It took him a moment to regain his bearings as he slowly dropped through the water. He was receiving various signals from the surrounding Decepticons and after the blow he had taken it was a bit hard to focus. He thought he heard Onslaught’s voice among them and so he addressed him.

>>”There are multiple Autobots on the surface, warrior builds from what I saw. Definitely an attack force and they were well aware of our presence and nearly ambushed us. Darkride has been taken prisoner and I barely escaped.”<<

*

Bottom of the Yellow Sea

The fact that the triplechangers seemed to have at the very least paused their fire brought a smile to Swindle’s face. He still had it. Not that he had every doubted his bargaining skills, but it had been a little too long since he had gotten to put them to good use. While this wasn’t exactly the ideal situation he felt he could still manage to pull a profit out of it. Certainly the two triples would owe him, big time, and he would definitely collect on that. Astrotrain alone could transport an impressive amount of ‘merchandise’ that he could sell to someone like the natives. Blitzwing would make for good muscle on any sort of deal.

His thoughts were interrupted by the slightly panicked signal from Oil Slick. “What? You’ve gotta be slagging me!” Autobots showing up now just screwed up the whole equation. The triples would probably rather fight Bots then fellow Cons so they would just charge in against them. Little things like disobeying orders were easily forgiven and forgotten when under surprise attack. With that forgotten his whole bit of negotiating would be forgotten as well and he lost all leverage. Now the best he could likely hope for was some salvage from dead Autobots, or mostly dead Autobots. Actually Decepticons would work too as long as no one was looking.

When the order to fall back came through Swindle was more then happy to obey it. He wasn’t a coward really, but he preferred selling guns then getting shot at by them. Let the goons like Brawl soak up all the hits for him. That’s what he was there for after all. The Combaticon transformed and shot off the man the innermost defensive position.

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Hook sighed as the message came through about Autobots attacking. “How typical. It seems I am never to be allowed to conduct surgery in a peaceful and stable environment.” The situation around him didn’t really matter at this point. He was elbows deep in Scavenger’s inner workings. He could just pull out and close him up now. At best it would leave the other Constructicon partially functional at best, and he wasn’t about to leave this as a half afted job, so he continued his work.

His hands moved quickly but precisely as he modified certain sections of Scavenger’s internal structure. It was necessary to allow for the new transformation. It was also the easier job and quickly completed. The surgical engineer then plunged into the more delicate work of modifying his neural pathways. Scavenger would need to be able to receive direct neural input from his connection to the rest of them as Devastator and to send output back. It was an entirely unique operation and one Hook found fascinating. He might have almost enjoyed it if a battle wasn’t stirring up around them.

The Constructicon didn’t even look up at Scrapper as he replied to his commander. “I need another minute to complete the new neural connections. Then its just a matter of sealing him back up and bringing him back online. Fortunately with what I’ve gained from this first procedure the future operations will go quicker.” His voice took on its typical annoyed tone as he continued. “At least assuming we are not under attack during those as well.”

On Shore

The sound of tearing metal and the warm feel of energon only fueled Darkride’s desire to take Ricochet down perminately, but he promised his young brother that he would have the honor of doing that. It was still tempting. Right now all the slim, lithe herald could do was relish the look of absolute confusion that crossed the Autobot sharpshooter’s face.

The sound of Harhead’s low chuckle drew the torturer’s attention and in return to his brother’s gesture, Darkride nodded…a wicked smirk on his face.

Darkride never bothered answering Ricochet’s question. Instead the interrogator dimmed his optics raised his energon covered claws and licked them clean.

“Mmm, still warm just how I like it.”

Unfortunately Ricochet didn't stick around to finish what he started. A very big disappointment to say the least.

He decided to give his Autobot prey the benefit of the doubt and waited half a breem before he set out on a most delightful hunt. With a broad demented smile on his face Darkride began to walk off in the same direction the black and gold mech had escaped in. Once the distinct sound of a powerful engine was heard the small ‘Con converted to his Suzuki Hayabusa alt mode and sped off.

Darkride was able to catch up with his target just in time to see him racing toward the cave that the Constructicons had used to store their materials and equipment for the construction of the Decepticon base. Stopping several hundred yards from the cave’s entrance Darkride transformed back to his robot mode and watched. He would rather resume his hunt while Ricochet was trapped in the cave…it would make things go so much faster.

His optics remained glued to the Porsche’s rear as it finally reached the mouth of the cave. With a smile plastered on his face Darkride brought his still energon stained claws up to optic level where he regarded them for a moment and then lowered them to his forearm and took a vicious swipe. His face contorted first in pain and then in ecstasy. Old habits die hard.

The routine was completed when he licked his claws clean of his own energon.

“Ricochet! I am coming for you and I will catch you! Be forewarned Cybertronian, you will suffer! I have much planned for you!”

His point made, Darkride drew his shrapnel rifle and began to stalk toward the cave’s entrance…a wide toothy grin on his visage.

“Now the killing can begin.”
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The desperate expression that Hex had given Saferoute remained as did his hand on the barrel of her gun. The femme was just too predictable. Doing the humane thing to put him out of his misery was just what the young herald was banking on and when she shut down her optics and pulled the trigger Hex smirked.

A split second before the blast escaped the barrel the herald released the weapon and bent backwards at the waist letting the shot fly just above his now parallel body. With her weapon discharged...and before she could pull the trigger again...Hex took hold of the barrel and yanked it from Saferoute's grip sending the gun flying across the shore.

"Saferoute, there's something you don't know...there is no misery here."

Skies over the Yellow Sea

Though Astrotrain was primarily following Ramjet for the moment and keeping a close optic on Blitzwing's signal, it wasn't overly difficult to lock in on the other Decepticon signatures in the area that were operating above sea-level. As he drew closer the triple-changer was surprised by what he found.

So, it really was a battle and there really were Autobots. Astrotrain wasn't for sure why he was surprised but he was.

Locking in on Vortex's position, Astrotrain quickly found the closest mechanoid not bearing a Decepticon signature and opened fire.

"Wrong time to come here, Autobrat," Astrotrain taunted as he fired, using a term that he had long ago picked up from Blitzwing.

On Shore - Abandoned Storage Cave

The black and gold porsche reached the mouth of the cave just in time as his sensors detected that Darkride was not far behind. The seemingly supernatural ‘Con was small and fast, especially in his motorcycle alt mode, allowing him to quickly catch up to the fleeing Autobot. Thankfully, Ricochet somehow managed to make it to cover before the interrogator had reached him or even opened fire. As it were, the sadistic torturer had stopped a good distance away from his prey where he transformed and watched like a Predacon enjoying the thrill of the hunt.

Likewise, Ricochet returned to his own robot mode and swiftly darted into the cavern, slamming his back against the rocky wall near the entrance. He took a quick peek around the edge just in time to see Darkride slash at his own forearm before licking his claws clean of the split energon. Well, that’s really disgusting! Yuck! The gunner had already despised the interrogator for not only being a ‘Con but for his grotesque methods of torture and depravity. This self mutilation was just one more reason to hate him and perfectly illustrated why Darkride truly was the worst of the worst amongst the Decepticons. In all actuality, the torturer was a worthy companion to Hex, who seemed to fit the same mold on the Autobot side.

When Darkride finally began his approach with his shrapnel rifle drawn and ready, Ricochet ducked back behind cover just as the torturer’s taunts filled his audio receptors. The way that the Decepticon’s voice sounded sent a shiver down the gunner’s framework, and very little actually scared him. However, after everything he had recently seen the interrogator do and survive, it was no wonder that fear had finally crept into the marksman’s circuits, if only just a little.

Not willing to give up, Ricochet readied his shoulder cannon once again. Even though he had been unsuccessful in the past, one of his shells would have to hit their target eventually. Statistically speaking, it was impossible not to. Then again, if this was some kind of supernatural being the black and gold mech was now facing, anything could happen. It was that possibility which made the gunner realize that beating this enemy was not as important now as surviving to fight another cycle.

“You’re coming for me are you?” Ricochet called out as he emerged from the mouth of the cave, standing his ground against an unknown force that appeared to be a normal Decepticon. “Well, here I am, Darkride, you worthless piece of slag! Come and get me!” Without warning, the marksman crotched down and launched several more explosive shells directly at the approaching interrogator, hoping that statistics would be on his side this time.

Of course, the black and gold mech wasn’t going to wait around to find out. Instead, he quickly retreated back into the underground cavern where he then turned around towards the sunlight and launched one more shell at the rocky ceiling above the entrance. The marksman dove for cover as an explosion shook the chamber, causing a cave-in that sealed the mouth of the chamber closed and enveloped the gunner in total darkness. It was not the ideal situation to be in, but at least the super-powered ‘Con could not reach him now.

With a small light on the side of his cranial unit illuminating the dark cavern, Ricochet picked himself off the ground and brushed the dirt from his chassis. He then activated his homing beacon that would allow his Autobot comrades to eventually locate and rescue him. In the meantime, all he could do was wait for help to arrive and hope that Darkride didn’t eventually find a way inside.

On Shore – Abandoned Storage Cave

With a sadistic smile spread across his face, Darkride watched while Ricochet transformed back to his root mode and darted into the cavern. Such a coward. Afraid to face me like a real mech. Darkride let out a low laugh while continuing to keep his distance. He was certainly fast enough to make it to the cave and out quicker than the gunner could possibly comprehend. Besides, he had time to toy with his prey…and play he would.

As soon as Ricochet’s retreating form had vanished Darkride raked his clawed hand over his chestplate sending a grating screech to float around the immediate area. He then began to advance toward his intended target but was stopped in his tracks by the desperate mech’s call from the mouth of the cave.

“Welcoming death. Such a noble gesture, Ricochet!”

With a renewed sense of glee Darkride accepted the Autobot’s challenge and began his forward movement once more. There was no reason not to end his life quickly…of course it was so much more fun to draw these experiences out as long as possible. Mayhap he could put to use his slew of unused torture devices…oh such a delicious prospect.

The very thought of seeing this elusive mech strung up by his innards sent an erotic shiver throughout the interrogator’s body.

“Ohhh, I am going to cherish every scream and every twitch that I elicit from that frame of yours, Ricochet.”

Darkride moaned lowly as he shut down his optics if only to see the picture more clearly in his mind. He quickly onlined his optics in time to see the slew of explosive shells that were headed in his direction. The slim dark purple mech let out a boisterous guffaw as he deftly avoided the first two by executing a series of impressive backflips accompanied by several tight twists of his laid out body. Darkride landed lightly on his feet and ended in a deep crouch... the remaining shells over shooting to land a considerable distance behind him.

He suddenly noticed the entrance of the cave slowly closing in as Ricochet decided to seal himself in attempting to keep from facing his inevitable end. It wouldn't help. In actuality the black and gold mech had sealed his fate…literally.

Darkride had a broad smile frozen on his face as he darted through the cave’s opening just before the last boulder crashed into place. The speed with which he had traveled left no trace of his form, instead only a blur rushed past Ricochet before the cave was enveloped in total darkness.

While the Autobot tried to situate himself and settle in to wait for help, Darkride took to circling around the mech making no sound. Once he was in position directly behind his new plaything he slowly stepped back until he was pressed against the rocky wall of the cave. Silently the interrogator began to scale the wall. He stopped once he was poised directly above the black and gold mech. He was unwilling to give his position away just yet but he simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to play with his newly acquired toy.

“Will you scream for me, Ricochet? Will you let me show you what real pain feels like?”

Darkride modulated his vocalizer so that the sound waves bounced from on area of the cave to another making it nearly impossible for his prey to pinpoint his exact location.

“I want to enjoy myself, Ricochet. Will you promise me that I will enjoy myself?”

Ever so carefully Darkride lowered to the floor and moved in closer stopping directly next to Ricochet’s right audio sensor…he spoke but his voice was low and lecherous.

“I can make it enjoyable for you as well, Ricochet. Tell me it is what you want…what you desire.”

And again the interrogator was gone, but not before running a sharp claw gently down the side of the mech’s face.

On Shore - Abandoned Storage Cave

Ricochet waited in the darkness, his only source of light coming from the side of his cranial unit. There wasn’t much to see, however, as the cave was mostly empty save for a few scattered tools and bits of debris lying about on the ground. It was stuff that was likely left behind when the Constructicons had transported their equipment down to the bottom of the Yellow Sea. Of course, the gunner had no knowledge of that until he noticed a Decepticon emblem on a small piece of broken metal lying nearby.

“Fantastic,” the expert marksman muttered sarcastically to himself as he glanced down at the metallic bit. “The ‘Cons were once here. Probably used this place for storage. Judging by the discarded tools, I’d say it was the Constructi....” Ricochet’s verbal thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Darkride’s voice echoing all around him. “What the slag?! That’s impossible! You can’t be in here!” The black and gold mech felt a sense of terror fill his circuits as he spun around, desperately searching for the source of the taunts. He’d been in tight situations before, but never like this, never trapped with a deranged and seemingly supernatural torturer that he could not see. This cave was supposed to be his sanctuary and now it had become a death trap.

No matter how hard he tried, Ricochet could not pinpoint Darkride’s exact location within the chamber as his grating vocals seemed to be coming from everywhere. Only when the interrogator whispered directly into his audio receptor before scratching his faceplate with a clawed actuator did the expert marksman finally have a bearing on his enemy. Ignoring the slight pain that he felt from the facial wound, Ricochet instantly spun around and lashed out with his right arm, hoping to strike the crazed mech in the faceplate or anywhere for that matter. The gunner hit nothing, of course, and saw nothing, either. “Where are you, Darkride?!” Ricochet shouted, his own voice now echoing off of the walls of the cave. The black and gold mech could feel energon beginning to trickle down his cheek from the minor cut, but he continued to ignore it. “Stop hiding in the shadows and come out and face me you sick piece of slag! If you want to torture me so badly then just do it already! What are you waiting for?!”

Ricochet then quickly knelt down into a crouching position, his right hand finding and grasping the piece of scrap metal he had previously seen adorned with a Decepticon symbol. It was jagged and came to a sharp point at one end, a perfect makeshift dagger. Considering his shoulder launcher would do him no good in such tight confines, the gunner had to make do with whatever he had available to him. Hopefully, when the interrogator decided to pounce on him, the marksman would be able to get a few good stabs in and maybe do some real damage to this supernatural mechanoid.