Garrus 9 – Amphitheater>>"You have nothing to apologize for, Bludgeon. Fortune, it seems, has provided you and this curious new charge of yours a perfect opportunity to execute your plan. See it done."<<
>>”At once, Commander”<< was Bludgeon's swift reply. As the seeker returned with the stasis cuffs, Umbra held out her hands in front of her reluctantly and watched as the seeker clapped them on. And she had so enjoyed the freedom of having no restraining device. Oh well. It wasn't exactly as though she needed them in this instance.
“Put her with the other prisoners,” Bludgeon said coolly as he moved away and walked off toward where Cyclonus and others were gathered. Umbra was shoved forward by the seeker.
“Get movin', femme,” the seeker growled out irately. Not needing to be told twice, Umbra shuffled over to where the other Autobots were gathered with some genuine reluctance. She had made her choice, right? She had the resolve to follow through on it, surely. Being with her old comrades wouldn't shake it. Nope. She really hoped it wouldn't. It was past the point of no return.
As the butcher of bog's gaze turned on her for a moment, Umbra shrunk away from it slightly. Her past encounters with him hadn't exactly been pleasant. As she walked up to
Pyro and
Pointblank, she attempted to smile. “Um...hey there...”
Umbra's optics drifted over to where Lightspeed lay incapacitated on the floor, widening as she noticed that he no longer possessed a leg. Oh Primus, what had she gotten herself into? She looked over to
Pointblank nervously. “What did he do to have that done to him?”
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Not even bothering to give Scattershot an even cursory glance in return to his cold glare, Snaptrap instead kept sentinel of all of his assigned flock of Autobots. His Seacons were relatively swift with their responses to his earlier query, which pleased him to some small extent. Overbite was the first.
>>“I can't comment on the Monstercons themselves, boss, but Monstructor. Ah, Monstructor...Devastating, to say the least. With that kind of power, not many are going to give you problems, I would imagine. Not many at all. Put it this way, sir, I wouldn't bet against Monstructor often."<<
Then Seawing.
>>"Ehhhhh....hmm...I suppose it makes me wonder, commander. Do we all have that potential? We've heard the old saying "til all are one" since we were batch protoforms. That...Monstructor thing...makes me wonder if there really isn't something to it. An army of those things would surely finish this war."<<
Nautilator.
>>"I dunno boss... He sure was big and frightening. Though they ain't too scary when they're apart, heh. Not as ugly either."<<
All opinions that resonated with Snaptrap's own in some form or another. Still, there was the issue of control. Monstructor had not merely been an amalgamation of the personalities of six separate Cybertronians. There was something...distinct...about Monstructor. And there was no telling if Jhiaxus still possessed the same genius as years gone past. Caution was advisable.
Incidentally, it seemed that Jhiaxus had taken the liberty to make a grand speech. The Seacon Commander listened impassively. While some would no doubt find themselves inspired by such words, he was not as easily roused. For, long ago, it had not been the words of Megatron that had won him over to the Decepticons, but his actions, and Jhiaxus had yet to prove himself. He looked to Cyclonus instead for orders, resolved to remain in this place unless ordered otherwise. But come the orders did.
"To the mines with them. All of them," Cyclonus said, before looking to Snaptrap.
"Your team will oversee our new efforts down there. Scorponok will undoubtedly want this moon stripped and this will now be our most effective means of doing so."Snaptrap nodded back at Cyclonus and shifted in his stance, sheathing his sword. He looked to
Nautilator, his most incompetent subordinate. “Leave the Monstercon,
Nautilator,” he said, stepping toward Brainstorm and Lightspeed. He gestured at the injured Technobot. “Carry him to the medical bay in the central wing.
Overbite, you will accompany them. Once they've repaired the Autobot sufficiently enough to work in the mines, rendezvous there with us.”
>>”Keep a close optic on the Autobot, Overbite,”<< Snaptrap transmitted silently.
Turning to address the whole those under his command,
Autobot and Decepticon alike, Snaptrap spoke, “We go to the mines. Move out.” Leading the way, Snaptrap walked out of the amphitheater, seekers and sweeps assigned to his guard contingent already prodding those at the back of the herd to move along and follow the butcher.