Garrus 9 – Western Wing – Starport
Deadlock lined the sights of his rifle with the cranial unit of an Autobot flier who was hovering in the Garrus airspace. He pulled back on the trigger and in a flash of intense violet-colored laser fire the processor of the Autobot caved in from the impact of the Ion round. A satisfied smirk smeared across the black and white warrior’s faceplating as he lowered the weapon to admire watching his latest victim tumble towards the surface of the prison world.
Two Autobot troopers who had watched their comrade bite the dust at the hand of Deadlock’s rifle turned and charged for the Decepticon warrior, their weapons firing uncontrollably out of sheer frustration. The Decepticon turned to intercept the Autobot warriors, bringing both his arms up to meet them as they approached closer. He opened fire on the misfiring Autobots with his arm-mounted pulse blasters, striking the runners across the chest cavity with high intensity energy blasts.
“Hmph…" Deadlock grunted as he stood over the now dead Autobots. “You Autobots are so… Weak… It sickens me. Give me a real challenge."Garrus 9 – Central – Med Bay
“Jumpstart?" The Decepticon medic responded as he popped opened what was left of the main access panel running along the torso the Terrorcon he was operating on, “I think I’ve heard your name tossed around before… Ever been to Dephi? Might have been where I heard it…"
Warm Energon spurted from a ruptured valve in the Medic’s face, splashing against his protective mouthplate. Flatline flinched a little as the magenta-liquid coated his face. His right hand retracted into his forearm and an arc welder took its place shortly afterwords. He wasted no time in closing off the rupture, and gazed over to see how his lab-mate was progressing on the femme on his table. He wiped the fluids from his face with his forearm before he turned and reached for a spare leg servo.
"Who ever heard of a piece of side armor being smashed all the way into the secondary databanks in the upper chest? Now I need to make sure there is no damage there that would impact the primary ones."
Flatline looked up from his work and towards the Autobot doctor who was muttering to himself across the table from him. He let out a tiny huff of air as a chuckle escaped his vocalizer. Being a front line medic, Flatline had seen so much worse that what was presented in front of he and Jumpstart. “Heh, novice…"Garrus 9 – The Last Resort – The Rig
The faint green lighting of optics coming to life sent a sinister smile across Banzai-tron’s faceplatting. Well, at least one would have formed if the Head of Decepticon Intelligence had a physical mouth under his formed-mouthplate. The chamber housing the Decepticon Scientist hissed opened and the room Banzai-tron and Skullgrin occupied soon was filled with the steam and the excess gas that was housed in the cell chamber.
"Banzai-Tron! Show him to me!"
“Your arrival couldn’t have been any more well-timed." The head of the DSS muttered to himself as Scorponok’s communiqué came through shortly after the ground-shaking fall his arrival called out. He casted his amber optics back up at the cell chamber and gestured both his arms out to his left-side, pointing the tips of his actuators towards the door he had entered through.
“Welcome back to the land of the functioning," Banzai-tron said as he welcomed in the former prisoner, “Now if you’d be so kind as to follow us out the door here, your liberator wishes to speak with you in person."Garrus 9 – Eastern Wing – Outside of Last Resort
Spinster peaked over his rubble-barricade, his crimson optics scanning the area for Autobot movement of any kind. The once laser-filled corridor of the prison complex was now quiet and isolated. Spinister cautiously rose to his full height before he heard the sound of Autobot troopers shuffling back behind their posts or whispering commands back and forth.
The Decepticon Assaulter tucked back behind his makeshift cover and checked his weapon’s power readings. Optimal, but it could be worse. He peered around the corner and took a stray shot in no particular direction, hoping to surprise one of his targets enough to draw them out into the open. Fortunately it did and the red helm of an Autobot guard leaped from his hiding place and into the sights of Spinister’s rifle.KRAKOW
The Autobot fell backwards and the frustrating groans of his allies could be heard from all around the corridor. Fool, he brought this upon himself.
Punch, still locked in his Counterpunch disquise, quietly approached the corner of the corridor and gazed around the peak only to find several Autobots with their backs pointing to him. What are they all looking at? Are they bracing themselves for another attack or something? The corridor was torn to pieces and heaps of rubble and dead soldiers littered the flooring. What could possibly have them pinning down like this?
Soon an orange laser round came flying over their heads and towards the wall the Spy was leaning against. The shot was far from being close to hitting him, but he was surprised at being on the recieivng end of laser fire.
“That was only one shot… That must mean there’s a real nasty Decepticon on the otherside of that rubble over there." Punch muttered aloud to himself. As he moved in closer to get a better look, he nearly tripped on the rifle of a fallen Decepticon. Counterpunch swooped up the weapon and held it close before it could rattle around and make any further noise. Luckily the guards up ahead hadn’t noticed the spy’s encroachment yet and still maintained their focus.
Punch gazed down at the weapon as previous conversations began to replay in the back of his processor.
”This task is going to require a lot from you, Punch… Are you sure you’re going to be able to do what is needed to get the job done?"
“Sir, I don’t think I fully understand what you mean-“
“Taking on this role is going to require you to do things that supersede the Autobot code, but at this late in the game I’m willing to take any risk to get ahead of the Decepticons."
“Well yes but-“
“Punch, we need you to do this for us, for the Autobot way… If it comes down to it, will you be able to do what is necessary to keep your cover and not jeopardize your mission?"
“Can’t risk my mission…" The Autobot persona muttered to himself as he brought his new weapon close to his chassis. He rose and armed himself with his new weapon and took aim at the distracted Autobots. He lined his sights up with the processor of the nearest guard and pulled gently back on the trigger. A sharp bolt of violet light pierced the chassis of one of the Autobots, sending him tumbling forward as his teammates optics widened in shock at the sight of the surprise attack.
“Ambush! We’ve got ‘Cons on both sides!"
The Autobots were in a panic as they struggled to choose who was the most dangerous threat to take care of first. Spinister rose from his cover at the sound of frantic Autobot footsteps rushing back towards their new attacker. Not wasting a step, the Assaulter brought his weapon upon and fired upon scattering Autobots.
Just as fast as the ambush started, it ended. The guards who held their ground in the corridor were now lying on the floor of the prison they use to watch over, only now there were new ventilation holes that adorned their chassis. Spinster still held his rifle up towards the blue and black mech who had helped him get out of that particular predicament back there, unsure if he could be trusted or not.
“So. Bot or Con?"
“Heh, now if I was an Autobot, why would I have shot the other Autobots here?"
“We all have our reasons."
“Well then, if you REALLY must know; I am a Decepticon, just like you." The black and blue mech gestured to the purple insignias that were blazed across the armor on his shoulders. Spinster lowered his weapon just a tad more, but not enough to completely lower his guard. He could tell there was something off about this mech, he just couldn’t put an actuator on it.
“Alright then… I don’t think I’ve seen you before, gotta name?"
“Yeah, they call me… Counterpunch