by ctrlFrequency » Mon Apr 20, 2015 9:29 am
- Motto: "Björnen tycker om vegetarian...?"
- Weapon: Fusion Cannon
Outside the Aequitas Chamber
Ahh, internal conflict, Bomb Burst couldn’t call it internal debate, because there was no debating within himself, it was all emotion tugging, pulling, fighting.
Normally he kept his inner beast under careful and neat control, but there was always that thing, that pulled that Savage Beast to the forefront.
There was precious little that separated the beast within from the Hunter. Both cruel and uncaring, both violent with no remorse. Both lived for killing. But the beast lacked control, which The Hunter mastered. With control came the refined mech that made feeding from, and the inevitable killing of, a victim an artform of pain and fear, elegantly horrifying. The inner beast cared little for control, it thrived under lack of control. It tore into it’s victims savagely, without caring about the most effective way, the most efficient way. But which ever side it was that the universe saw, it created the same effect, putting the terror in “Terror in the Night”.
The Savage was instinct, visceral instinct, and instinct takes over when needs weren’t met, and The Hunter had gone quite a bit without his needs being met.
The focus he had put into his current victim had allowed his exacting control to remain in the forefront. Though despite the effort put into make it a pleasant feeding, the meal was lacking in a few elements that appeased him. The hunt… and the victims emotions.
The sound, though distant and vague stirred the Savage as there was nothing more appealing to both his reason and instinct than a hunt. But logically, The Hunter didn’t like to leave a live victim. Except on the rare occasion he would leave one alive to spread fear; sometimes, a well placed survivor was an excellent tool to spread fear. The Savage, however, could give a scrap and wanted whatever was making that sound, Autobot, Decepticon, it didn’t matter as long as it was big and had warm energon to feast on.
He moved slightly, putting himself in a crouch; hand planted on his victim’s face; as he listened for the sound. He tilted his head slowly from one side to the other, just as he caught the sound again. It was moving, no doubt, coming closer, but still a good distance off.
Reason reminded him there was still a living meal below him with some energon left in it. Instinct reminded him that was hardly a feast, which he prefered a feast.
He hissed softly as he heard the sound again, and that was that, The Hunter’s reason be damned, he was going after that sound.
As he prepared to once again track down the sound, he raised his free hand and violently shoved it through the chest of his current victim, digging down, grabbing the main fuel line and viciously yanking out the fuel pump. Two clawed actuators, being on the hand that had balanced him on his meal’s face, dug into the optics of his victim, breaking and crushing them, then he dug into the victim’s throat and removed the vocal processors. All without breaking his fixed stare down the corridor, so focused on the sound that he desecrated the remains of his last meal in a nearly rote manner. ‘Trademark Bomb Burst’, anyone who knew of him well enough knew that’s how his food was left behind when he wasn’t rushed.
The remains were pushed further out into the corridor and The Predator was back to tracking his prey, on foot rather than in the air this time, he pushed himself into motion, leaving a trail of energon and entrails, as he dropped his victim’s mangled and leaking insides, in his wake, energon dripping from his hands.
He almost wished he had Snarler with him. He wasn’t even half the tracker the pig-former was, Snarler certainly would make this a whole lot easier. However, this experience he liked to be alone in. He knew the hunt, and was far better than most mechs at finding prey.
Where as most would be tempted to taunt the prey, calling out to it as they travelled, the Predator was never of such a mind. He moved slowly, very slowly, and silently through the shadows, listening again.
The sound was now very close, whatever it was must have been flying as he hadn't heard running sounds. He carefully rounded a corner, the sounds of his target just beyond the turn. And there it was.
'Scrap. ..' The Hunter thought.
It was a diaclone. No wonder it moved so fast. He had heard the sound of an insect in flight, but with as many as we're running around, he didn’t even think twice about it.
The Predator was irritated to put it politely. The bugs weren't creepy to him, he himself was a nightmare brought to life, who thrived in the darkness and all things disturbing. If anything they were slightly fascinating in the way he'd like to take one apart to see how it worked. But he wasted all that energy chasing down a bug that, quite frankly, they tasted disgusting and weren't very nourishing.
He waited just a few more moments as the diaclone continued skittering towards him.
Once it was within reach, he grabbed it by its shell in a quick movement and flipped it over on it's back.
Quickly it recovered and started in flight towards the Aequitas Chamber.
A quick transformation into his hover jet mode and he overtook the bug. Mid air he transformed back, right in front of it. He pulled out his battle axe and he did, slicing off the bug's wing, sending the diaclone tumbling out of the air.
Kicking the bug over on it's back just as he himself hit the ground, he stowed the battle axe and crouched down by the diaclone's head.
"I have a message for your hive..." He growled to the bug. Then sliding out his fangs he violently jabbed them into the soft underside of the diaclone. A brief moment of instinct caused him to begin feeding off the bug, but the taste brought him back to his senses. He extracted the fangs, stood up, and watched the energon trickle out. "Stay out of my way, bugs."
Angry that the bug had unintentionally mislead him, he slipped into the shadows as it slowly died. Listening, he no longer heard the sound. Disappointed to say the least, he decided that would have to be the end of the hunt for now. Bludgeon had said to return as soon as he was finished, and technically he was finished. He started back towards the Chamber, a small smile as he heard the screech of the bug finally die. He paused to turn and look at it. Having no idea the physiology of those things, he left it intact.
Something did catch the Predator's attention again. Back where his first victim had been. He stopped walking to listen, hear a faint moan.
That's what the Autobot was after... it had a friend trapped in the rubble. Well, this is a veritable playground for him out here.
He detoured over to the rubble and looked. Sure enough, another Autobot was in there, not even completely conscious, but it would do. The Predator yanked away the entrapment and removed the half crushed Autobot. A guard, lost a lot of energon, but...
"Th-thank you, f-friend..." The barely conscious Bot moaned, vainly trying to smile.
"Oh, don't thank me. Feel free to scream." The Predator said softly as he knelt down and sunk his fangs into the Bot's soft neck.
The Bot obliged him and let out a very loud scream, considering how close to death it was, it was impressive. Actually, it wouldn't stop screaming... which at first was delightful, but now was just irritating. Not stopping, The Predator reached for the victim's throat and pulled out the vocalizer, throwing it out towards the door to the Aequitas Chamber.
It didn't take long, the prey struggled as much as it could, considering it was low on energon, which too hastened the process. It quivered one last moment before it died. He extracted his fangs. Sadly, that Bot had been a much more satisfying meal despite having less energon in him.
>>>"Bludgeon, sir..."<<< He said opening a comm link to his commander and shattering the optics of the latest victim with a loud crunch. >>>"It appears... ung..."<<< He paused, though left the line open, briefly in his communique to his commanding officer to try to shove claws through the armor of the body he was on top of. No luck without a blade. He took out a dagger and shoved it into the chest. Ripping it down, pulling it out, he shoved his hand down into the chest searching for the fuel pump. >>>"Appears I am finished out here. Scrap, where are you hiding that thi- oh... And heading back, if you wish me too, of course..."<<< He finally freed the fuel pump and looked at it as it dripped out energon.
>>>"I'll be.. satisfied.. for a bit at least..."<<< He said almost sounding... happy... well, for him, as he inspected his treasure.
He stood and began meandering his way back to the Aequitas Chamber absently dropping the fuel pump halfway to his destination with a trail of dripped energon in his wake.. again. He wouldn't enter into the Aequitas Chamber until he heard back from Bludgeon and he was savoring the thought of the meals he had.
((OOC: Sorry about the length, it was originally meant to be two separate posts))