- Weapon: Energo-Sword
Kup was startled to hear the name ‘The Fallen’ thrown about. Apparently he had missed something pretty major. He could hardly believe Magnus was being serious here, but he had a pretty no nonsense reputation. Still, to think something like the Fallen had shown up, a being that was at the very most ancient history and more likely a myth or legend was unbelievable. The old timer would have had an easier time accepting his gun leaping out of his hands and changing into a tiny Autobot then the old godlike figure appearing in their midst.
The old timer looked over at Magnus as he asked him for more information on the Fallen. It wasn’t too surprising of a question really. He certainly had more experience and knowledge then any other Autobot around. This wasn’t the first time he’d been asked for some information, although it was the first time he’d been asked to consult on something so…mystical. It took him a minute to gather his thoughts on the topic before speaking.
Of course in the time it took him to gather his thoughts Onslaught jumped in with his own, rather rude comments and accusations. Before Kup could say anything Ironhide spoke up. “Typical Con, always thinking they are right and casting blame. Maybe you didn’t notice but there were a couple of mechs from your team fighting with him too. Maybe you’d like to explain how you missed that, or do all of the crazy psychos just blend in over on your side?”
Ironhide took a menacing step forward before being restrained by a lifted hand from Kup. “Keep it cool here Red,” he whispered to the other Autobot before looking at Onslaught and then Magnus with a slightly annoyed expression. “How dang blasted old do you think I am? Believe it or not some things happened before I was around, like the legends about the Fallen. I certainly wasn’t a witness to them myself, but I probably know the stories better then most.”
He glanced back at Onslaught before continuing. “Since we don’t seem to have the time for the full story I can just give some of the pertinent facts. The Fallen became an agent of chaos. He was bent on bringing that chaos to the whole universe and he saw Cybertronians as standing in his way. The Fallen sought to eliminate us all through some sort of ritual, I never really believed in the mystical scrap until now I suppose. Anyway he was stopped and banished somewhere that he wasn’t supposed to escape from.”
Kup stopped and thought and listened as others added to the conversation. “The thing about the Fallen is chaos. There might not be any rhyme or reason to who is working with him, or why he picked Hot Rod. It might just be bad timing, or, hmmmm.” The elder Autobot rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “It might have happened right around the time that Prime and Megatron got taken out. That might not be a coincidence.”
Hot Spot was relieved to see each of his teammates rendezvous with him in short order. It appeared they had come out of the battle fairly intact, save for the usual amount of battering that Blades always seemed to manage to absorb. With the wounded taken care of and his team accounted for the Protectobot leader could move on to the next order of business, which appeared to be answering the storm of questions coming in from the other Protectobots.
“To be honest I’m not entirely sure what’s going on guys. I was running out of a cave when all of this happened and it sounds like I missed quit a bit. Right now we just need to follow Magnus’s orders and keep calm. We will hold position back here while they talk, so if things break down we can cover a retreat.” He glanced over to where Magnus and the others were talking with Onslaught. “For now this cease-fire seems to be holding but I want to be ready to move fast if it breaks down.
Oil Slick followed Onslaught out of the water and to the treeline. He hung back however, preferring to go unnoticed if possible. While he didn’t expect to see Smokescreen or Tracer among these Autobots he preferred to stay somewhat anonymous and unnoticed. The chemist did, however, listen closely to the conversation taking place between the Autobots and Decepticons.
Oil Slick had always considered himself a being of science and so he found it both bizarre and intriguing to be discussing a creature that had been, until recently, little more then a myth. It was hard for him to truly grasp concepts such as magic and mysticism. Whatever the Fallen was and whatever his abilities were they must just simply come from a higher scientific and technological understanding then they possessed. Simpler minds could call it ‘magic’ if they wanted but he would study it with a more clinical mind.
The fact that Darkride was somehow brought into the Fallen’s circle wasn’t all that surprising. Whatever promise or dark seed he had planted in the Decepticon’s head likely found quite fertile ground. That wasn’t information he was about to volunteer however as being associated with a now revealed disciple of the Fallen would not reflect well upon him.
Swindle slowly followed Onslaught towards the Autobots, all the while eying the remains of a couple of Autobots who had been torn apart by the Fallen’s goons. That was of course assuming Hot Rod really was the Fallen. He was more then happy to leave that discussion up to the likes of Onslaught and Ultra Magnus. He was more interested in concrete things, like profit, and how this situation might help or hinder his ability to make some profit.
The weapons dealer could practically smell a profit coming off of this planet. From what he had gathered about the planet from the computer databanks on the ship, the inhabitants were primitive and warlike. Those two words were like music to him. He just had to find a way to get more of his ‘merchandise’ down to the planet and get away from everyone for a while. He’d run the whole ‘selling to the natives’ bit plenty of times. Heck, old Ultra Magnus was always trying to bust him for that. Too bad for him he had called the ceasefire and he was here with all of his teammates, for once.
Maybe he could convince Onslaught to just strike out on his own with the whole team. I mean, who wants to team up with those idiot Stunticons anyway? They were liable to get them all killed sooner or later. And the Predacons? They just looked at you like they considered you their next prey and meal. You just couldn’t trust anyone who took on a beast alternate mode. And the seekers, don’t get him started on seekers. And then there were the Constructicons who had a secretive little clique so tight they even had their own color scheme. They would always be up to something.
Speaking of which, where the slag were all of them? Sure they were probably down their working on the base, but he was pretty sure a couple of them were just idiot grunts who should have been up here fighting. The Combaticon rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Now that he thought about it he hadn’t seen much of Hook and Scrapper lately, and they were the brains of the operation. Sounds like someone was doing a little plotting and scheming, and where there was plotting and scheming there were secrets. Where there were secrets there was the potential for profit, either in blackmail or selling those secrets. He was going to have to keep an optic out for those two Constructicons.
Bottom of the Yellow Sea - Decepticon base
Hook finished sealing up Mixmaster as he looked over at Scrapper. “There is a battle going on?” he asked him with a bit of surprise. He had been so engrossed in the delicate surgery that he had blocked off the various incoming signals and extraneous sensory data to focus fully on his work. The fact that a battle had been taking place nearby had completely passed him by.
The surgical engineer glanced down at Mixmaster in annoyance as he reactivated. “It went well enough. I, unfortunately, did not have time to explore your cerebral circuits to try to give you a more stable personality. Sadly we appear to be stuck with you as you are now.”