Garrus 9 – Outside the Aequitas ChamberIt took everything in Rung’s power not to slug Cipher in the face. Instead he let himself be pulled close. Keeping calm and not causing trouble would be his and Streamlight’s best chance of survival.
Streamlight.
Rung’s attention shifted from the lithe ‘Con standing beside him to the prone form of the young guard beneath Snapdragon.
"Oh please Cipher. All glory to our wondrous and mighty leader and all that but we got that message just a moment ago."
The simian Horrorcon’s annoyed statement had Rung swing his head to face Apeface. A sense of dread washed over his slim form causing him to sink slightly in Cipher’s arms. The movement didn’t go unnoticed by the scientist however as he adjusted his grip to keep the psychiatrist standing upright. At the same time Cipher gazed at Apeface.
“And yet here we stand with nothing.” He shook Rung gently by the shoulder. “These are Autobots. They need reassurance if you want to get anything from them.” He smiled lightly at the mech he was so familiar with. “Reassurance by force…physical or otherwise.” The smile twisted into a wicked grin the likes of which made Rung shiver.
A moment later Cipher too a look in Snapdragon and Streamlight’s direction. Rung’s optics followed his captor’s.
A low whimper escaped from the young mech as the Horrorcon became steadily unhitched. Rung tried to shift from Cipher’s grip but the ‘Con held fast.
"Pull off a finger or something from that runt Snaps. Ain't got all day to wait for this pencil neck to speak."
Streamlight’s head lifted, as much as it could, so he could get a look at Apeface. The shock of the sudden order finally wore off and Streamlight tried to work his way free, but he was going nowhere. And before he could even react his remaining finger was grabbed and twisted causing the metal skin and wiring to snap.
With a groan and hiss Streamlight turned his head away and shut down his optics. His face twisted in pain but he refused to scream for the ‘Con’s amusement. When the pain in his finger subsided it was quickly followed up by another bout of searing pain from his thumb.
“Stop!” Rung looked to Cipher. “I told you I’d give what you wanted.”
Cipher nodded, “Yes. Yes you did.”
“Then why are you letting him do this?” The psychiatrist had to get Streamlight away from Snapdragon.
“Because you said you’d give me what I wanted and yet I still have nothing.” The calm tone with which Cipher replied made Rung do a quick double take. Clearly the mech he knew had gotten steadily worse. It was not uncommon for one of his patients to regress.
Another whimper from the young guard and Rung was again trying to break away from the scientist. And still he was having no luck. “Oh come now, Rung. You can be assured that…” the flier grew silent as a transmission was sent directly to him and no doubt
Mindwipe as well.
Curiosity got the better of the orange mech as he quirked his brow.
“Oh now this…this is delightful!” Cipher nearly giggled with glee as he began to run through the information that Cyclonus had acquired from Fortress Maximus. While otherwise occupied with his new interest Rung was able to slip from Cipher’s grip and slowly moved closer to Streamlight being cautious not to get too close to the irate Horrorcon.
Rung stopped and watched closely as that starry eyed look quickly faded from Cipher’s optics. The delighted smile slowly turned downward and a deep set sneer etched hard on his faceplate.
“You!” The Decepticon thrust an accusing finger at Rung. “I know you can be sneaky, but I have never known you to stoop this low.” Cipher lowered his arm and stalked toward Rung, who stood his ground, head held high shoulders back and down.
“How could I possibly have known it would be you that would come here?” The simple question offered by the psychiatrist made Cipher take a small step back. “Very true. But using one of my cryptographs for your door lock…that’s just wrong, Rung. It’s so very wrong.”
Streamlight strained to look at the orange mech and Cipher. How long had these two known one another? “Doc?” He croaked out. With one hand Rung motioned for the guard to keep quiet.
“Let’s go, Rung. You know how this works as well as I.” Cipher pointed to the locking mechanism, “Your half first.”
Without hesitation and without a word Rung stepped up to the panel and entered his half of the code. And when he was finished Cipher stepped beside him and completed the sequence. A broad smile appeared on Cipher’s face as he hit the final button and the door slid open.
He grabbed a firm hold of the Autobot’s elbow and tugged him inside. “
Gentlemechs. I’d like you to meet Aequitas.”
Garrus 9 - Eastern Wing – Somewhere in the CorridorsHe’d been locked away in the “basement” of this hell-hole for countless vorns. He was subjected to wear that damned face restraint in order to – what was it that skinny little shrink said – keep him from harming himself.
Kronus shrug as he strolled through the body littered corridor. Sure he enjoyed partaking in a bit of consumption. Sure said consumption usually consisted of, well, him, but still it was his choice.
But now, now he was free to do anything he wanted. The serene smile that was on his face slowly vanished while his pace slowed. If he was now free to do what he wanted then why did he still feel so trapped?
Kronus let out a heavy sigh.
Killing Brace had been very fulfilling, and fun to boot. The thief took hold of the small piece of metal from his mouth and rolled it between his fingers. Acquiring this particular little trophy had been quite fun. In fact the look on Brace’s face when he tore it away was simply priceless. And the sound of his crying and whimpering while whatever happened to be left was consumed; that was pure joy.
Kronus chuckled. He looked back at Brace’s severed digit in his hand before placing it back between his metallic teeth.
His thoughts carried him through the remainder of the corridors of the lower levels. He had just made it into the Eastern Wing when something hit his audials. Kronus picked up his pace and stopped suddenly when he spotted something…no, someONE.
The cannibalistic-thief tilted his head slightly as he took in the site of the little femme while she was...was…was she praying? Before he could find out the tiny femme perked up and began to move her little cart closer to him.
"Hey, you," Firewire said, pointing at Kronus even though there was no one else around.
Kronus looked from left to right and then back toward the little ‘Con. Not seeing anyone around he did the only thing he could…he pointed to himself.
"Yeah, you!"
AH HA! He was right! She was talking to him. Now that that was established it was time to find out what she wanted.
"You will escort me and my laboratory to our destination. I am Lord Scorpy's esteemed laboratory assistant! You will do as I say!" Firewire said imperiously, folding her arms over her chest plate for added effect.
Aaaaaand there it was. Kronus smiled as he slowly moved forward and passed the cart. He carefully removed the digit from his mouth and stared down at
Firewire. He was silent for several minutes before he pointed the severed finger at the wee little ‘Con.
“Lord “Scorpy” eh? That must be nice.” Kronus moved in a bit closer, into the light. His encounter with Brace had been quite messy, but when you tear someone apart and then…well…have them for dinner you’re bound to get a bit on you.
The thief placed the finger back in its proper place before he leaned down so he could be nearly eye to eye with Firewire. “Okay, squirt. I applaud your presentation, what with the whole…” he gestured to her entire posture. “It was good. Really very good, but a word of advice; it doesn’t matter who you are or how big you are, that kind of intro will still get you splattered against the far wall...at best.”
Kronus stood back up to his full height and glared down at the smaller bot. “Now, since I seem to be a bit bored and have no real plans…yet anyway…I think I can spare a bit of time to go on a little sightseeing tour with you. And I’m sure in the end you’ll find some way to pay me for my good deeds.”
He rolled Brace’s digit around in his mouth as he stepped behind the cart. “Which way do you wanna head, squirt?”