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[CLOSED] The Convergence

The noose around Fortress Maximus' neck tightens. Will the Decepticon 2nd fleet led by mighty Scorponok finally subjugate their old nemesis? And if they do, what will be the fate of the Autobot resistance?

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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Sun Sep 14, 2014 3:13 am

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Garrus-9-–Corridors

Icepick knew why Umbra had asked the question that she did, but he hadn't enjoyed answering it all the same. As the reality--his reality--had become increasingly clear, he was none too thrilled by the prospect either. But he supposed this was ultimately what all Decepticons were supposed to be willing to do: to sacrifice all for the cause was the highest honor. It was instilled in them from the moment of their recruitment, to the branding ritual, and unto their final moment of service to Megatron's vision. The peace, the power and the prosperity that would follow was worth all sacrifices. On some level Icepick understood and accepted that reality.

Umbra, given her long history as an Autobot, may well not.

"NO!"

Icepick's attention perked slightly at the outburst. That was just the sort of thing that was going to draw more unnecessary scrutiny her way. If she wanted to survive this ordeal and not simply become some up-and-coming Decepticon commander's sacrifice because of her past allegiances, she needed to play everything more carefully. Acquiring Bludgeon's apparent patronage would certainly assist in that arena, but it would not be a cure-all. There was always a bigger fish. And there were several dangerous ones swimming in this particular pond.

>>"I mean...Noooo..! Icepick...That...that can't...The only reason I'm going along with the Decepticons is-I don't have...or know anyone else...maybe! Maybe we could...you know, just run? Escape? Hide? Something? I just...c'mon, Icepick, let's do it!"<<

Now it was suddenly Icepick's turn for an exclamation, despite the pain that racked his body. Training and experience, thankfully, kept the outburst well internalized.

>>"NO! Primus no. Please don't....don't do anything foolish. You're walking such a fragile line right now. You can't..."<<

Icepick thought a little bit more about what he was saying and decided to change his tack a little. Get her mind off this. His fate would be what it would be. No need to sacrifice her to the Decepticon war machine also. Not like this.

>>"I don't....I don't know for certain. When they fix Monstructor's weakness they might, I dunno, salvage who we are somehow. Science has come a long way since that beast was forged. If you want to survive, your dedication to the cause must be absolute. You...you can't do anything rash now. Follow Bludgeon's lead. He will guide you w-when I can't. And then....then I'll be back. Just like before. Just like in the cells heheh."<<

Icepick didn't believe it. But hopefully Umbra would.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Drop Bear » Mon Sep 15, 2014 8:16 am

Motto: "Well, I'll be a Cybertronic bolt-bat!"
Weapon: Poison-Tipped Missiles
Garrus-9 Central – Amphitheatre

He couldn't ignore it. It was too hard to ignore. Impossible, even, he might have said, with amusement lurking in his voice.

Leaping from one potential victim to pounce on another, the targeting reticle painted the unsuspecting Autobot's form in a perfect silhouette of crimson red. It exploited weak points within the armour-plating, relaying information that jittered down on the right side of his retinal display in a slow dance. The options available—options that featured suffering and humiliation—proved so alluring and so delicious, the urge nearly assumed control.

His freeze beam blaster drifts across the assortment of 'Bots, going back and forth as if automated to move in such a way. Drifting, drifting... Choosing, choosing... Oh, he'd be good. Maybe him, too. No, wait, that one.

Target acquired.

Freeze beam blaster stops, comes up. Stares at the Autobot. Steady. Steady. Aims now. Prepares to shoot.

The limbs. Encase them in ice. Steal his mobility from him.

Yes. Most excellent. Play first, execution later.

He aims.

Then fires.

It was a little unfair, in Overbite's opinion. The Autobots, their lovely prisoners—prey—were secured in the inner chamber of the amphitheatre as much as the Monstercons were. Herded like cyber-cattle. Awaiting their fates. No better than the cyber-animals they were anticipating their own slaughter.

But there was to be no physical contact. Not the physical contact Overbite wished for, at any rate. Truly a shame, a waste. And very annoying, when they were standing there, energo-cuffs slapped on their wrist joints, exhibiting a vulnerability he found to be irresistible.

Designated the task of transporting the Monstercons, the Seacons had failed to prevent them from uniting into Monstructor since their inhibiting devices had been removed. The last thing they needed now was for Overbite to attack the prisoners. Snaptrap would have Overbite's cranial unit on a stick, long before Cyclonus could reprimand him.

“Whoa whoa whoa now! Divine intervention? Since when do I get special treatment?”

Yet there was this particular gentlemech.

“Trust me, you and your pals with the turborats-for-faces are the ones who're gonna need a 'divine intervention' around here!”

The blaster levelled itself at Whirl instantly. One moment it was resting casually in his grip, the next threatening to shut him up with a vast quantity of ice choking his vocaliser. Whirl's antics were becoming more threatening. Soon enough, the Great Peeper might even become a problem. His captors, a group of Sweeps, weren't containing him as well as they should've been.

Overbite kept throwing glances over to Snaptrap, despite his commander being somewhat busy dealing with Lightspeed and Scattershot. He didn't exactly want to disturb him, so he thought the gestures might snare his attention. They didn't.

No matter. The Seacon opened a channel to Snaptrap instead.

>>“Sir, the cyclops is being quite the...nuisance. Shall I freeze his feet to the ground to keep him in order?”<<

He dearly hoped his commander would say yes, but he doubted it. Still worth asking, though.

>>“Only a suggestion, sir.”<<

Only a suggestion. That it was, but damn him if he didn't want to do it. Believing in the slight possibility Snaptrap would grant his desire, Overbite continued to train his blaster on Whirl, digit coiled around the trigger.

Just in case.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Foximus » Mon Sep 15, 2014 11:29 am

Motto: "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."
Weapon: Laser Rifle
Semper Tyrannis – Hangar

A flick to the back of the head. That really could only be one mechanoid. Her new 'assistant'. Kronus. The vertically challenged analyst turned slightly to give the thief a rather baleful glare as he leaned down and motioned to her. She leaned in slightly regardless to see what he wanted from her now.

“Who’s the mech with the bad back?"

“You don't know...?” Firewire asked incredulously before shaking her head and pointing to the ancient scientist,” That's Jhaixus. You know, just the most famous scientist from the golden age! The age of Nova Prime! He researched...uh...well...a lot. Space bridge technology...the gestalt technology that we came to Garrus for...I can't list them all.”

>>"Something less extreme. Jhiaxus is no member of the Warrior's Elite. Crushing him underneath my heel would require little effort. His mind however, is as dangerous as it is brilliant. I need a way to ensure I can recover his mind and spark intact were he to venture beyond his place. Find a way to disable him with no damage to Rossum's trinity but be careful not to rise his suspicions. I need him working for me instead of against me."<<


>>”Understood, my lord. I'll figure something out. I doubt he'll even acknowledge that I even exist until he needs something from me, but I'll be cautious just the same,”<< Firewire replied, turning her attention away from Kronus and back to Scorpy. Sometimes anonymity had its advantages. Sometimes. She didn't really prefer it though. Recognition felt wonderful to someone like her. Leave anonymity to the others in the Decepticon Secret Service.

"Perhaps you will have an opportunity to tell me more about your contemporaries yet but for now, I have arranged a solution that allows me to let you enter the field as you clearly desire. Reflector and his security personnel will see you back to the space bridge. Through it, you will be transported to a zone secured by Cyclonus and his forces. Firewire will naturally go with you and act as your assistant."

Assistant?! That guy's?! Firewire thought indignantly. Her reaction was well internalized, merely due to the nature of being a Decepticon, but her optics did grow a bit wider.

>>"And my eyes. Do not let him out of your sight. Record and send all the data you can recover to me for analysis."<<


Oh. Well. Scorpy's eyes, huh? That didn't sound as bad. Not so long as it was for Lord Scorpy. Heh. Firewire puffed out her chest a little bit with pride and held herself with as much dignity as her tiny frame could muster. When Jhiaxus began to speak, she listened new-found patience for the ancient scientist.

"I would tell you all that wish to know, gladiator. Find me when you have been restored, and we will talk of what was...and what will be,” Jhiaxus said, his aged features twisting into a cruel sneer.

There was that gladiator term again, but it no longer riled her like it once had. Although that sneer was as creepy as could be. Still. Firewire had seen worse from their own ranks. She shivered slightly as the Decepticon Justice Division ghosted across her processor. No thank you. Wanted to be nowhere near any of those guys. As Jhiaxus moved away, Firewire trotted off after him, casting one look back at Scorpy before glancing down to Kronus and gesturing for him to come along. She wasn't about to let him out of her sight.

After catching up to Reflector and Jhiaxus, Firewire waited for Reflector to open up the space bridge, already keeping a close optic on Jhaixus now that he was away from Lord Scorpy. She frowned slightly as she noted the more contemptuous look on his face. This one was dangerous. Very dangerous. She didn't like this.

As the scientist disappeared into the swirling vortex of the space bridge, Firewire looked over to Reflector and waved at her fellow vertically challenged comrade, offering up an uncertain smile that seemed to say 'Wish me luck'. And in the next instant, Firewire stepped into the glow of the transportation technology and disappeared along with the ancient scientist.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Foximus » Tue Sep 16, 2014 12:23 pm

Motto: "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."
Weapon: Laser Rifle
Garrus 9 – Amphitheater

As the Butcher of the Bogs awaited whatever feeble acknowledgment of his words that Lightspeed could muster, he noted the careful approach of Scattershot as the Technobot commander pulled his subordinate away from the end of his gun. Snaptrap's baleful stare moved to Scattershot as the Technobot prisoner nudged his gun away. As if that were not enough, Scattershot had the gall to utter words that disrespected not only himself, but Cyclonus as well. The purple warrior had long ago earned the Butcher's respect.

"Didn't think you had it in you."

Something vaguely stirred within the frigid butcher. He had felt it before although its provocation very seldom. The quiet stirring of anger. It took much to evoke any feeling in the Butcher. The fact that Scattershot had awakened even the tiniest mote of feeling...Well. There would be consequences. Snaptrap stared back at Scattershot's arrogant, smirking face. There was the slightest shift in the Seacon commander's demeanor. One that would only be noticeable by his team. After a few seconds, Scattershot ended his staring and fell back into line with the other prisoners with a few final remarks.

"I accept those terms, not as if I had a choice in the matter."

"O-Of course. Exactly what I meant to say, Commander Snaptrap. We will of course be as cooperative as our moral code will allow."

Snaptrap did not reply to or even look at Lightspeed. Instead, he took two steps forward and caught up to Scattershot, placing a hand on the Technobot's shoulder. Roughly, he spun Scattershot around and swiftly raised his arm up, striking Scattershot's face with his elbow with all the force he could muster.

KRAAAK!

Rather than waiting for a reaction from Scattershot or to see if he was even still conscious, Snaptrap turned and pointed his gun directly at Lightspeed. He lowered it to point as Lightspeed's leg and pulled the trigger.

THOOOM!

The blast from the atom smasher rifle obliterated Lightspeed's left leg. Snaptrap turned his icy amber optics onto the collective of the Autobot prisoners as the tiny mote of anger began to fade away. “Insolence also had consequences. Sometimes unintended ones,” he said softly to all Autobots present before walking a few steps away as Overbite contacted him.

>>“Sir, the cyclops is being quite the...nuisance. Shall I freeze his feet to the ground to keep him in order? Only a suggestion, sir."<<


>>”Stand down, Overbite. Cyclonus has him well in hand,”<< Snaptrap replied firmly. He glanced over to the now profusely leaking stump where Lightspeed's leg had been. >>”Freeze the legless Autobot's stump. We do not want him to die yet, but you need not be gentle.”<<

Snaptrap put away his rifle and drew his sword, placing the tip of it on the ground so that he might rest his hands on the blade's pommel. He awaited the swift execution of his orders and possible further orders from Cyclonus.

((OOC: Done with the permissions of Marcus and Sid.))
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Re: The Convergence

Postby MasterSoundBlaster » Thu Sep 18, 2014 2:03 am

Motto: "You can run,you'll just die trying"
Weapon: Fusion Cannon
Garrus 9 - Amphitheater

Deadlock released a chuckle at the sight of the latest Autobot prisoner brought before Cyclonus. The famous Whirl. Or is it rather infamous? Regardless of his title, the Autobot was managing to stir up a quick laugh from the black and white warrior as he took his place at Cyclonus' side and leveled his rifle across his shoulder plating.

The warrior mech looked over to also catch the arrival of Demolishor. Deadlock rolled his optics at the sight as his quiet chuckling shifted to a dissatisfied huff. And if the presence of the soldier-con wasn't bad enough, Cyclonus' latest orders to the duo was to protect Scorponok's latest high valued target.

"Pffft, guard duty. I wasn't picked by Megatron himself to be playing protoform-sitter." Deadlock stated as he set the butt of his rifle on the ground and leaned against the barrel, observing his actuators joints. "Demo' here can handle it on his own, I'm MUCH more suited to clear the old war-mech a nice easy patch to tread through." A sly grin crept across his faceplate as he looked up towards Demolishor, hoping to get a reaction from him.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Cryhavok » Thu Sep 18, 2014 4:53 am

Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
Garrus 9 Central--Amphitheater

"The Decepticons have acquired several resources of great value within the last orn," Cyclonus said, his gaze shifting from Deadlock to Demolishor. "One of them will be arriving at this location in short order. It is to the two of you that our lord Scorponok has entrusted the safety of this resource. When he arrives, you are not to leave his side until either Scorponok or myself has dismissed you. You do understand, this-"

So he was summoned here to guard a valuable resource. It was hardly something Demolishor was about to complain about. After all, a zealot like him took such task - as boring as it might sound to most - with grave determination. To be selected to ensure the safety of an important resource was a matter of great honor and was to be taken seriously. Something that a triggerhappy risk taker with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder like Deadlock would obviously never understand. Nevertheless, he was not the one to question the judgment of his superiors.

Then Whirl happened. Demolishor had been all ready to assure Cyclonus that he'd carry out the task to a letter when Scorponok's second in command stopped his briefing due to the crude interruption by that freak of an Autobot. Oh, how much he'd liked to put a slug through that single optic of the Autobot troublemaker. But that was not an option. That had been one of the first orders Megatron had given in the beginning of the war. One of the first and one of the most binding. He could only wait and see how Cyclonus handled the former Wrecker.

"Demo' here can handle it on his own, I'm MUCH more suited to clear the old war-mech a nice easy patch to tread through."

Deadlock's side comment did not go unnoticed by Demolishor despite of the circumstances. Hand picked by Megatron or not, it gave Deadlock no right to question his orders. He'd do his duty or suffer a traitor's fate. For now, he did not say anything in response to the former street rat but the annoyed snarl on his face did little to hide his annoyance. Instead he focused what little imagination he had on visualizing how he could make Deadlock suffer just like the Butcher of Bogs had just silenced that loudmouthed Autobot braggart Scattershot. Yeah, just like that.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Fri Sep 19, 2014 2:57 am

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Garrus-9 Central--Amphitheater

Lightspeed watched in horror as his commander got crunched in the face something fierce by the Seacon Commander. He knew that Scattershot could be brash and bring some things on himself, but it did nothing to diminish the underlying concern that he felt for one of his teammates. He reached out with a hand to try and aid his commander, but just as quickly, the Butcher of the Bogs rounded on him, saying not a word, but leveling his weapon and firing.

Pain. Heat. Unlike anything he could recall experiencing in his short-term memory banks.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Lightspeed cried out, collapsing to the ground in a metallic heap.

“Insolence also had consequences. Sometimes unintended ones," he heard, but only barely, through the blaring din of the pain his sensors were currently immersed within.

"...I'm sorry," Lightspeed gasped out through the pain, though whether it was to his commander or for inciting Snaptrap's wrath was anyone's guess.

___

Seawing had been relieved when they had finally crossed the seemingly endless distance between the southern wing penitentiary and the next destination for the infamous Monstructor Six, some kind of amphitheater that Cyclonus had found. Once he had been relieved of carrying the Monsterocn any further and a pair of Seekers took over, dragging him away, Seawing heaved a sigh of relief and looked around. The space was actually pretty nice, probably conducive to a wide range of uses, but there seemed to just be a few too many freestanding Autobots.

One of them in particular seemed to be doing an amazing job of drawing unwanted attention to himself. No, scratch that. Given the Autobot in question, it had to be very much wanted attention. Seawing's expression quirked slightly when it was Overbite who had drawn his weapon to silence the loudmouth. There was no way Snaptrap was going to allow that. From the looks of it, their commander had already blasted one Autobot. He would not hesitate to exact the same kind of harsh punishment on one of his own, either. He opened a quick comm to Overbite.

>>"If anyone needed a reminder not to cross the Butcher, they just got it."<<
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Fri Sep 19, 2014 3:35 am

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Semper Tyrannis--Bounce Chamber

The reaction of the legendary scientist to his words was...expected. Few ever engaged with Reflector on anything more than a cursory level. They assigned him a task and he executed. Or made the utmost attempt, at least. Nothing else was expected or desired. Reflector had grown more than used to it over the long vorns of this war, and even well before that. The days of the Functionalists. Reflector's class was simple: disposable. Only Megatron had given him a better purpose in life.

Firewire's departing expression elicited something of a different response. It was strange, even if only because it was so unexpected. A trace smile appeared on the mech's own face as he slightly inclined his head in her direction, seeming to understand what she meant after a moment and seeming to know the most appropriate response.

And then she too was gone.

Garrus-9 Central--Amphitheater

The protestations of Turmoil's lieutenant were immaterial. Deadlock and Demolishor would execute their task well, despite the fact that both of them likely wanted something with a shade more notoriety. They would likely be surprised with just how much this task would gain them, provided they executed it well.

As for Whirl, the Autobot's level of braggadocio was legendary and he was displaying precisely why. Cyclonus could not help but wonder if this Cybertronian would still be standing here today were it not for Megatron's quiet--but unquestioned--edict. Surely a mech such as this would have earned himself any number of rivals over the vorns. A mech such as this surely had a thousand targets on his back, just waiting for the day that Megatron changed his mind, or to take care of whatever business had prompted the decree in the first place. Even so, Cyclonus knew that this was not an Autobot to be trifled with. Rumor had it that this one had become something of a rival with one of Megatron's Warriors Elite. The last time Cyclonus could recall hearing any mention of said rivalry, the rumor sounded as if it had not gone so well for the "elite" in question.

Whirl droned on and on, and Cyclonus had finally tolerated enough and interrupted the tirade, just as he himself had been interrupted previously. Paying no attention to Snaptrap's dealings with the other Autobots, he trusted the Seacon Commander to deploy his notorious reputation judiciously, Cyclonus kept his focus on Whirl.

"Silence!" Cyclonus snarled, raising the tenor of his voice to an overwhelmingly commanding tone that he rarely ever employed. In his estimation, quiet authority and confidence produced consistently better results. But for a few moments at least, Cyclonus had the silence he sought. He inclined his head slightly closer to Whirl's own. "What a privileged existence you lead. Enjoy it. This facility is but the latest wall of Autobot defenses to fall. The war..."

Cyclonus voice trailed off as he thought for a moment just how long the war had been fought. Now at least, it seemed like they were truly on the path to winning it. His cold optics returned to Whirl as he released his grip on the other mech's head.

"...the war will be over soon. And your part in the narrative of our species will end," Cyclonus said, the menace in his tone starkly clear. He looked to Scourge. "The cells for this one. I have no use for him here. I will start culling the other chaff."

One thing that was clear was that there were Autobots who could well be of some productive use, while there were others who were decidedly more trouble than they were worth. It would be to the cells with all such mechs, until another fate was determined. But before Cyclonus could give the matter any additional thought, a bright shaft of light illuminated the amphitheater.

The telltale flash of an orbital bounce.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Fri Sep 26, 2014 2:00 am

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Garrus-9 Central--Amphitheater

When the bright flash of the orbital bounce had faded back into nothingness, Jhiaxus' optics slowly adjusted to his once-again new surroundings. He had seen so little of this facility. Some random corridors which he had been escorted through under heavy security, the Aequitas Chamber where his trial and judgement had been completed and ultimately a sparsely-appointed spark-extraction chamber where he spent the last breems of consciousness he had known. The intervening period between then and now had been a jarring, maddening tumult of semi-sentience, his spark forcibly separated from any interaction with his brain module or transformation cog. Despite that, his imprisonment had not been one of blissful stasis. Quite the ravaging opposite. But that no longer mattered. Consciousness, in its full, glorified state, had been returned to him. And he meant to capitalize upon every moment of it.

Lurching forward, the aged mech found the individuals he was looking for, just as they had quickly found him. Cyclonus and Scourge had both moved away from some physically-manipulated mechanoid and closed in on his position. When they all came to a stop, the three mechs regarded each other silently for a few short moments until at last Jhiaxus spoke.

"You have both been renewed, I see," Jhiaxus said, his jade optics casting appraising glances at both of their respective armatures.

"Praetor," Cyclonus said, offering the slightest incline of his head. Jhiaxus grinned slightly.

"And you do not forget the formalities of old," Jhiaxus said, before looking down. "But those days are long since past. I am clearly in a new world now. The two of you.......you have adapted well. I must wonder if I can do the same."

Cyclonus and Scourge exchanged brief glances.

"Jhiaxus, you were liberated. I trust our Lord Commander has informed you as to why. But before we can even begin, we have had a disruption in--"

"Yesssssss," Jhiaxus interjected dangerously, his optics glimmering with a newfound enjoyment. "The six. My precious six. You've recollected them all after their separation?"

"We have," Cyclonus said. "They are here, though I am holding one in reserve to avoid another spontaneous recombination..."

"Immaterial, old friend. Bring him. Gather them all here. Use whatever....inhibiting technology you have available. I suspect incompetence had more to do with Monstructor's revival than any technical malfunction. What I'm more interested in is why he would separate again....under any circumstances. He had shown no proclivity to do so in my time."

"We have....gathered preliminary theories as to the cause," Cyclonus said. Jhiaxus cast a sideways glance in the warrior's direction as he limped steadily towards the prone form of the leader of the Monstructor Six, his beautiful Slog.

"Have you? That is interesting. I would hear all that you have gathered thus far."

"As you say, praetor."
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Sun Sep 28, 2014 11:57 pm

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Garrus-9--Southern Wing--Corridors

"What? What is it?"

"Nothin'. Uhh, well. Nah, it's just...I'm gettin' life signals from this section."

"From that wall of crashed debris down there? Forget it. They're done."

"But...we got orders. 'Round up any survivors'. There's a survivor in there somewhere."

The second Seeker looked over at the first and then back at the pile of debris. It was clear that this corridor had received some pretty heavy structural damage, but that was to be expected since a fraggin' battleship had crashed into the place not too far from where the two Decepticon flyers were now standing.

"Well, you dig him out, then, sunshine. I'll watch."

The Seeker sighed and walked over to the pile and proceeded to start doing just that, blasting away certain problematic sections. This process took one breem, then another and another, until at last the Seeker had dug through and cleared away enough junk to reveal the lifeform they were after. And it was a Decepticon, though not one that he recognized. Still, surely he'd get some extra credit for that.

"Here, I found him!" the Seeker said, calling back to his partner. "Will ya help now?! It's a 'Con!"

The other Seeker grunted and reluctantly joined his partner, clearing away the last bit of debris before pulling the bulky Decepticon free of his stone and metal trappings.

"It says his designation is 'Stormwrecker'. You know 'im?"

"Sure don't."

"Oh well, orders are orders. Let's get him to the repair bays."

"So I'm supposed to help you drag him all the way across-"

"You don't and I'm tellin' Scourge," the first Seeker said, gathering up one side of the fallen, stasis-locked Decepticon. The other Seeker grabbed his half and the two started the process of dragging him away.

"Ooooh. You're gonna tell on me-"

"Well if you'd just help out more in the first place-"

"Hey, I help out all the time! You remember that vorn on we spent on Pequod..."
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Drop Bear » Mon Sep 29, 2014 7:09 am

Motto: "Well, I'll be a Cybertronic bolt-bat!"
Weapon: Poison-Tipped Missiles
Garrus-9 Central – Amphitheatre

Overbite watched in fascination as Snaptrap crashed an elbow joint into Scattershot's face-plate and blasted Lightspeed's left leg with his atom-smasher gun, utterly decimating it. The little Technobot crumpled to the floor, unleashing a hideous yell that pleased Overbite. From the thigh down, nothing remained, only a stump displaying a macabre assortment of half-melted metal, wires and cables.

And energon. It cascaded from the wound, a savage flood Lightspeed sat in, writhed in, soaked in. Crippled prey, there for the taking.

Overbite's blaster was trained on Whirl, but his attention was attached to the pathetic Technobot. To the expanding pool of vital fluids he swam in. To the agony drawing gasps and hisses out of him. Crippled prey, there for the taking.

A transmission from Seawing jolted Overbite, as if freeing him from the trance that locked him in place and making him aware of his surroundings again. He shuffled back a few steps and straightened up. Relaxing his grasp on his weapon, the Seacon nestled it in both actuators.

He'd been hunched over, leaning forward, his freeze beam blaster looking at Lightspeed—his feeble form—with its lethal gaze. A moment ago, Overbite had been concentrating on the cyclops. Well, at least until Snaptrap was forced to administer compliance to the stupid 'Bots.

How a helpless victim could arrest his attention so easily. And compel him to hunt.

>>“Our boss did, didn't he?”<< Overbite grinned. >>“Let's see how Scatterdolt handles himself after being smacked right and proper. That should be amusing.”<<

No sooner had Overbite received Seawing's transmission than he received one from Snaptrap, sanctioning the application of violence he'd been waiting for approval. Not on Whirl, as the Seacon leader had ordered against it because Cyclonus had him under control, but Lightspeed, the single legged moaner whining on the floor, rolling around in his own energon. Overbite had been instructed to—how should it be put?—to stop the bleeding.

“But you need not be gentle,” his commander had said over the comm-link.

That's where the violence came in. Overbite was permitted, according his Snaptrap's delicious and suggestive tone, a degree of creativity to sealing the horrendous injury poor, poor Lightspeed had sustained. Yes, quite the tragedy.

Overbite strode over to the Technobot. He stood before him, his shadow falling across Lightspeed, darkening him and his already dark circumstances. Lifting a foot, he slammed it down on the stump, grinding it, grinding it. Once, twice, three times.

Overbite chuckled. “Tell me if you feel anything. I don't want you in any discomfort while I fix you, friend.”

Wandering every which way, the blaster came to a halt above the stump. It lingered there, silent, motionless, observing the energon gushing from the wound.

Overbite squeezed the trigger.

A brilliant blue energy beam, liquid-like in its appearance and serpentine in its movements, fired from the blaster. Striking the stump, ice immediately crept onto the maimed limb, rapidly concealing the damage and ceasing the flow of energon. A chunky block of rough-edged ice ringed the stump now, glistening in the light.

Stepping back to admire his work, Overbite nodded to himself, then to Snaptrap. “All done, boss. He'll live. Unfortunately.”
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Foximus » Mon Sep 29, 2014 11:59 am

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Garrus 9 – Last Resort

Blot remained stalwartly at Hun-Grr's side while his Terrorcon brethren feasted on the admittedly delicious smelling corpses of the Autobots. Blot feasted if and when Hun-Grr did. What if the master required something from him while he gorged himself? No, no. That was unacceptable. So, when Rippersnapper crept back to the master's side after filling his gullet with the spoils in the other room, Blot emitted a low growl shifting menacingly on the other side of Hun-Grr. Sinnertwin, at least, wasn't so presumptuous.

Still, Blot would not act without permission from the master, no matter how displeased he was with the others. Settling for growling lowly at Rippersnapper, Blot broke off in his rumbling to look up at Hun-Grr for orders, instructions, directions, any cue as to what to do next.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Foximus » Tue Sep 30, 2014 11:33 pm

Motto: "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."
Weapon: Laser Rifle
Garrus 9 – Amphitheater

>>"NO! Primus no. Please don't....don't do anything foolish. You're walking such a fragile line right now. You can't..."<<


Umbra almost flinched when Icepick's reply came over the comm lines. As it was, she would rather not attract anymore unwanted attention from Bludgeon. Icepick had kept his reactions well internalized as well...Hm. Being one of the Decepticons' number...probably meant that the one thing that she didn't need to do was wear her spark on her shoulder plating.

>>"I don't....I don't know for certain. When they fix Monstructor's weakness they might, I dunno, salvage who we are somehow. Science has come a long way since that beast was forged. If you want to survive, your dedication to the cause must be absolute. You...you can't do anything rash now. Follow Bludgeon's lead. He will guide you w-when I can't. And then....then I'll be back. Just like before. Just like in the cells heheh."<<


>>”Then why does it sound like you're saying good-bye?”<< Umbra asked rhetorically.

What Icepick was saying...it was hard to swallow despite much much she dearly wanted it to be true. She could still hope for Icepick's sake at least. Icepick was right about one thing though. Her dedication to her course needed to be absolute. The Decepticons did not suffer traitors lightly, and she supposed she had already made that choice. Horror stories about the DJD filtered over to even the Autobot ranks. Mostly because sometimes there would be a Decepticon prisoner on the List and the DJD would tear through an Autobot facility to get to them and kill everyone. In terrible, gruesome ways. She didn't really want to die like that.

>>”But...okay!”<< Umbra said with a little more cheer. She smiled over at Icepick in order to reassure him. He didn't need to worry about her anymore than he had to. >>”I'll be waiting for you, Icepick! Don't worry about me, I'll stick to Bludgeon like glue. And then...then you'll come back. I know you will. And it'll be even better than in the cells.”<<

That sounded almost too optimistic, but hopefully Icepick would believe that she believed him. She didn't believe him. The Decepticons had an overwhelmingly Machiavellian approach toward everything. They wouldn't hesitate to squish someone like Icepick in order to accomplish a grander goal. At least, that's what her vorns as an Autobot had taught her. Decepticons were ruthless, cold killers as liable to turn on you as each other. The truth of things was never as black and white as it could seem.

Suddenly, Bludgeon stopped and snatched the blaster from Umbra's hands. She looked up at him with surprised, wide optics. “Wha-”

“I betrayed you and shall throw you in with the rest of the Autobot prisoners. You will be 'restrained' and herded in with the rest of the Autobot prisoners. From there, you will be my optics and audios. If you hear something that could be useful to us, let me know immediately. Understand? Take care before you speak. Think, Umbra,” Bludgeon said with an intense look down at the femme. He pressed the barrel of the blaster up against the small of her back.

Umbra had a momentary internalized panic, which was only denoted outwardly by how her wide optics were. Slowly, she realized what was happening. Bludgeon had planned this all along. To use her to...spy on the other Autobots – or maybe just the Autobots, the enemy? What would a Decepticon say? Autobot scum? Autobums? Eh...She'd just stick with Autobots. Umbra nodded slowly to show that she understood.

“Good,” Bludgeon said continuing to walk forward, now prodding Umbra along with the end of the blaster until she adjusted to the pace. The amphitheater was just ahead. Passing over the threshold, Bludgeon looked on curious to see the flash of an orbital bounce. Out of it came someone he did not recognize followed by a much shorter femme. Seeing as he had been confined in Garrus-9 for what seemed like time immemorial, this was largely unsurprising. The ancient looking one clearly held some significance, for both Cyclonus and Scourge seemed to speak to him respectfully.

As Bludgeon's little trio entered the amphitheater, the former commander of the Empirion opened a communique to Cyclonus. >>”Commander Cyclonus,”<< Bludgeon began respectfully, >>”I apologize for the delay. I have brought Icepick as ordered. I also have an interesting proposition for you. The femme that is my prisoner was once a prisoner here and wishes to join our cause. As a show of loyalty, she will infiltrate the group of Autobot prisoners and report back to us any relevant information that she gleans from them. With your permission, of course.”<<

It wasn't long before the sweeps took notice of their arrival, recognizing Icepick as one of the six. They approached while Bludgeon watched impassively, handling off Icepick carefully as they reached for the Monstercon. Umbra perked up slightly to watch Icepick get pulled away, trying to pass off her concern for curiosity. Glancing down at his protege, Bludgeon gestured for one of the Seekers to come to him.

“What?” the seeker said gruffly as he walked up.

“I require a pair of stasis cuffs.”

“Yeah? And who do you think you....oh. Er, I mean. Right away,” the seeker hastily corrected as he recognized Bludgeon and trotted off to fetch the requested item. Umbra scowled as the seeker trotted away wiping away a bit of energon from her faceplate. She spat with contempt onto the floor, which only prompted Bludgeon to press the blaster more firmly into her back. Might as well play the part, right?

- :BOT: -

Nightbeat could only watch with horror as the butcher of the bogs smashed Scattershot's faceplate in with a sickening crack. Oooof! That had to hurt. Though Nightbeat doubted Scattershot really felt anything but fury when Snaptrap turned around and completely annihilated the space where Lightspeed's leg used to be. The detective's jaw hung open a little at the sheer brutality of it. Lightspeed screamed – what else could he do really – and fell to the ground – again, what else.

It was then that one of Snaptrap's men walked over to Lightspeed and ground his heel into Lightspeed's newly acquired stump. Nightbeat was furious. He wanted to push Overbite away, make him stop – something - but all he could do was stand there and watch. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Overbite froze the stump closed, which confused Nightbeat at first. It made more sense after he saw what it did for Lightspeed. It stopped the leak. At least Lightspeed wouldn't bleed out. And then he saw something far more interesting.

Rushing over to the downed Technobot's side, Nightbeat looked Lightspeed over while an orbital bounce illuminated the amphitheater. Excellent timing! “Lightspeed, are you okay?!” Nightbeat asked with genuine concern as he slipped his arms under the Technobot's and gripped the blaster behind them. Its barrel was crushed, but that wasn't what he was interested in. Snapping off the gun's trigger quickly and quietly, Nightbeat hid it in a fist as he tightened his grip on Lightspeed and moved the Technobot to a place where he could lay down comfortably.

Grabbing one of Lightspeed's hands and holding it, Nightbeat smiled reassuringly at the Technobot. “It's alright, just hang in there. You're going to be okay. Brainstorm, can you give me a hand over here? Maybe you can do something I can't. Lightspeed, are you comfortable here? I'm right here.”

Nightbeat was well aware that he was jabbering. It was hard not to. Even though he had gotten the gun part that Brainstorm wanted, Lightspeed just gotten his leg shot off. Because Scattershot had to go and be...well. Scattershot. Arg...a single misstep and they were slagged. This was why he didn't like to work in teams. He could handle things better alone. Poor Lightspeed...

- :BOT: -

“Barbaric...” Highbrow was nearly at a loss for words at the display of utter brutality demonstrated by the Seacon Commander. Nearly. What kind of monster was he that he would strike down Lightspeed? One who had only been utterly compliant! It! It..! Well, it boggled the mind, it did. Highbrow simply could not bear to look. It was difficult enough to be forced to listen to Lightspeed's abject shrieks of agony.

“Vulgar...” Highbrow muttered under his breath as he looked away, turning his attention to the other areas of the amphitheater. War was so...uncivilized. And to be as thoroughly swept up in its tempestuous embrace as he was...it galled him to no end. His mind could be put to such better uses than simply feeding an endless war machine. One that saw his dear, if somewhat dim, comrades time and time again mutilated before his very optics.

How much longer was their species to be enslaved to the cruel cycle of combat? He simply did not know. While some like Scattershot may thrive in war, those like Lightspeed and himself certainly preferred the placid breeze of gentler times.

Blinking as the flash of an orbital bounce momentarily blinded him, Highbrow looked up to observe the new arrivals. However, once the sight of the ancient and revered praetor and scientist had captured his optics, Highbrow nearly floated a foot off of the ground.

“By the Primes, that's Jhiaxus!” Highbrow breathed, disbelieving. This...well this did leave him speechless. Quite indubitably so. With optics as round as orbs, Highbrow tapped Brainstorm's arm urgently. “B-B-Brainstorm, look! Look! Oh, do tell me my optics are not malfunctioning!”

- :CON: -

Slog was fairly sure that he had slipped in and out of stasis as he had been carried to wherever he was now. When he came to this time, the de facto leader of the Monstructor Six felt a little more coherent than before. Probably because he was not longer being jostled on someone's shoulder. He was laying down horizontally on a flat surface. He turned his head slightly to take in his surroundings.

The other Monstercons rested on the slabs. Well, most of them anyway. He did not see Icepick or Birdbrain. Perhaps that was for the best. Whatever their Decepticon brethren had planned for them, Slog did not particularly relish the prospect of it. They had come for the monster. Not for them. That was abundantly clear. They had come for him. The bane of their collective existence.

Slog attempted to rise into a sitting position, but only found the costs of such an effort outweighed any benefits that it might have had. Instead, he stared stalwartly at the ceiling, images of battle and freedom dancing through his mind. Despair filled Slog at the thought that he would likely never be able to create such works of art. Would no longer be...anything...anymore soon.

A flash drew Slog's attention back toward the assembled Decepticons in the amphitheater. His optics slowly widened as he recognized an altogether too familiar form. That face...No...It wasn't...wasn't possible. The madman who had done this to them...And...the Decepticons were treating him as an honored guest. They couldn't actually be so foolish as to trust him...could they?

The shock of seeing Jhiaxus made Slog sit up albeit slowly and not without a fair degree of pain, but he could not help it. He was compelled.

Jhiaxus...” Slog uttered softly through the pain.

The return of the praetor cast the amphitheater in a somewhat surreal atmosphere. Nothing seemed quite real. Jhiaxus had cursed them to their nightmarish existence. Living in fear that the next moment would be the last individual thought they ever had. As the scientist limped toward where he sat on his slab, Slog managed to regain a bit of his composure - not much but enough to formulate sentences once more.

“Praetor...H-How are you...” Slog trailed off, searching for the right word. Functional? Alive? No, no. He meant all of that, but neither captured it quite right. He finally just compromised. “How are you here...?”

- :CON: -

Firewire went relatively unnoticed in the flash of the orbital bounce and the subsequent arrival of Jhiaxus. As soon as the praetor arrived, he united with Cyclonus and Scourge. Firewire made certain to keep close, but not make an overt show of her presence. That might be odd to someone like Cyclonus, but Firewire doubted that horn head even acknowledged her existence either like his good buddy Mr. Elitist decaying heel struts that she was going to be assisting.

The DSS agent recorded the visual and audio of Jhiaxus's reunion with Scourge and Cyclonus. Lord Scorpy had requested everything, and Firewire was going to be slagged if she did not deliver. She was useful too! Competent! However, as Jhiaxus used the term 'his precious six', the little femme couldn't help but grimace a little.

Was Jhiaxus – the scientist whom she had long admired – really this creepy? He was downright unnerving to be around. Had more than a little superiority complex too from the looks of it. Still, Firewire managed to keep her reaction largely internalized. She kept her optics riveted on Jhiaxus and awaited orders from him. If he needed something, he would probably just say it and expect it to be done. That was what she was here for.

Worst. Assignment. Ever. By the forge of Solus Prime, this sucked. The only light was that Scorpy trusted her to be his optics. She wasn't sure if she could stand being around Jhiaxus otherwise. It felt even worse to be treated as she once was. Disposable. Somehow it stung even more now that she had been recognized as an actual...mechanoid. To be...once more nothing but an object or tool to be used. Was this how Reflector felt all the time? She hoped not. For his sake.

Grrr...Firewire couldn't let this this...this...crotchety, dilapidated, crusty, old praetor get her down! No! NEVER! Nope! She was going to steal all of his scientific secrets. Yes. And then...she could give them to Scorpy and then apply them to her own research....Oh yes. Stealing all of this old fogey's scientific secrets. Yes. That was what she was going to do. Oh yes. Yep.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby MasterSoundBlaster » Wed Oct 01, 2014 12:39 am

Motto: "You can run,you'll just die trying"
Weapon: Fusion Cannon
The Last Resort

What a pathetic display of defense. The Autobots resistance that tried to hold their ground around the Last Resort, pitiful in every way imaginable. As Banzai-tron returned from his departure with the rest of his DSS agents, his processor took in all avaliable information that surrounded him. His optics swept the room, accounting for every Decepticon he could possibly use for whatever sly purpose he could fathom up. The Terrorcons were all far too busy devouring their latest... Well I suppose you could 'meal', though there was something strange about their formation... Banzai-tron's reports typically depicted them as having five crew members, the typical standard for most Decepticon specialist teams, but as the Head of Decepticon Intelligence stood among his fellow Decepticons he could only count four.

Rippersnapper, Hungrrr, Blot, and Twinstrike... Strange, wonder where Beak-breath is. Seems unlike them to be splitting off like this. If anyone, you'd think Rippersnapper would be the one of the lot who's off doing his own thing... Oh well, Cutthroat was under Hungrrr's command. No need to worry about a missing Terrorcon.

"Skullgrin!" Banzai-tron called out to the siege warrior, "Pray tell, have you located anything useful or rather interesting in your...Cataloging?" The master of Crystalocution walked up beside a feeding Rippersnapper and snarled at the sight from under his mouthplate as the land shark continued to feast on his latest victim. Using his boot, Banzai-ton scuffed the Autobot's weapon away from the maw of the Terrorcon so he could examine it without being caught up beside the beast and devoured himself. He picked up the weapon and marveled at its ingenuity as he approached the doorway leading into the spark-filled room.

Oh, I know a couple of buyers who would pay several hundred Shanix for you. Assuming I don't keep you myself, heh.

Brainstorm's Memory - Kimia Facility - 1.87 Vorns Ago

Brainstorm was finishing up gathering his things on his workstation while Highbrow exited the room carting off his things. The biomechanical engineer placed his trustworthy electron microscope into his storage crate when there came a knocking on his door.

"Hey Brains." Came the voice from the doorway. It was Chromedome, the Engineer's closest friend.

"Ah Chromedome! Welcome my old friend. Don't mind the place, just doing some annual cleaning and such." Brainstorm joked as he sealed off his storage crate.

"So... Nebulos." The mnemosurgeon began, not taking in to Brainstorm's lackluster attempt at humor and getting straight to the point.

"Yes, it isn't anything too special, but it certainly beats having to comply with the Ethics Committee every other cycle or so."

"Ya know you could just NOT build a gun that fires moon-shattering rockets."

"Come now! You're starting to sound just like them!"

The mnemosurgeon let out a chuckle as his friend placed the storage bin he had been packing onto a hoversled.

"Are you gonna be okay over there?" Chromedome asked as he leaned against the empty workbench and folded his arms over his chest.

"I'll be fine, don't you worry. I've got Highbrow to keep me company."

"I meant with the processor thing. You run that thing too hard sometimes."

"You can't stop progress my friend! Not when I may be on the verge of something REALLY big!"

"Well, do you care to share?"

"Mmm not yet I'm afraid. More research is needed and such." Brainstorm stated as he waved his hand in the air all willy-nilly like. "Besides, some time away from Kimia might help take my mind off the weapon-manufacturing stuff for awhile."

"Is that you speaking or are you quoting Perceptor again? I believe he was the one that recommended-"

"NOPE! Nope, that was my own idea, won't let you tell me otherwise."

"So is this your way of saying goodbye then?"

"If you're wondering as to why I called you in, then that would be a 'yes' and a 'no'." Brainstorm replied as he pulled a yellow-coated briefcase from under his former workstation. "I need you to do something for me.

"And that would be?" Chromedome asked as he stared at the briefcase with an unsure expression. The biomechanical engineer brought one index finger up into the air as the tip of his actuator pulled apart to reveal a small key. He then proceed to twist said key about in the locking mechanism to ensure it was properly sealed. Once he did so, he attempted to pull the case open at it's latches but found no dice in doing so.

"There, sealed and secured." He turned to meet Chromedome's optical visor. "I need you to take this with you, on the '22 I mean."

"I'm sorry?"

"The Committee and the others are getting a tad nosy, they're trying to get a peak at this thing every so often. Usually I would carry it around but lately I've been staying up all night and skipping recharge cycles in fear of someone trying to break in and open it."

"Why can't you lock it up with you on Nebulos?"

"I can't trust anythere there... I need someone who isn't going to Nebulos to keep it safe for me. You and Percy are the only ones boarding the '22 here, and you're the only one of the two I can trust to do such a thing."

"What happens if someone opens it?"

"Highly impossible. I've got several locks on that thing already, 2 of which will cause major damage to anyone who doesn't have the proper key." Brainstorm said as he held up his key-containing finger. "Look, I'm working on something big, okay? I can't take it to Nebulos with me and I'm not leaving it here for the Committee to discover."

"So it contains something illegal?"

"Possibly... I don't know it could be considered illegal and unethical just yet."

Chromedome pondered the thought as he continued to stare into the expressionless briefcase, folding his arms over his chestplate again.

Garrus 9 - Amphitheater - Present Day

Brainstorm could only sit back and watch as Scattershot got his faceplate punched in and Lightspeed lose his leg to Snaptrap's rifle. Though he was a scientist first and foremost, he felt the urge to leap out and tackle the nearest Seacon he could. But that was foolish, he could end up in worse condition Lightspeed and Scattershot were in, let alone get everyone else killed.

"...Brainstorm, can you give me a hand over here? Maybe you can do something I can't. Lightspeed, are you comfortable here? I'm right here."


Nightbeat's request had broken Brainstorm out of his prior thought and he made no hesitation in running over to the Technobot's side alongside the detective already kneeling beside him. He traced over the fresh ice-covered wound with his actuators as his processor began running through possible ways to help out his current situation.

"Lightspeed, does it feel like ice is running up through your leg? And seeping into the rest of your chassis?" The engineer inquired as he studied the sealed off fuel line. He was worried if Overbite's simple patch job would begin freezing the Energon inside Lightspeeds systems, making their stumpy friend's problem escalate into a full blown medical emergency. From the corner of his optic, Brainstorm took note of Nightbeat's balled up fist. He did it! He got the piece! Now he just had to not make a scene of it...

Suddenly a bright flash illuminated the room, blinding most of the mechs. It was that of a standard bounce sequence, which means this was the best Brainstorm had as any to snag the piece to their puzzle. While the amphitheater's latest guest was teleporting in, Brainstorm held his arm up over his optics to shield him from the light of the bounce, he turned his head away towards Nightbeat and used his other arm to pull the trigger piece from Nightbeat's actuators. He opened up the storage compartment on his right thigh and inserted the piece just in time to marvel at the sight of the Decepticon's latest visitor.

"B-B-Brainstorm, look! Look! Oh, do tell me my optics are not malfunctioning!"


"I was hoping you'd tell me the same thing 'Brow..." Brainstorm replied as his jaw hung wide open under his mouthplate and his eyes took to the same dumb-struck expression that his fellow scientist and head-themed cohort had on his faceplate. "But... But it can't be..."

Brainstorm could only sit on his knees beside Lightspeed and for once had a clear conscious. Not a single thought nor crazed idea ran through his processor.

"How?"
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Foximus » Wed Oct 01, 2014 11:08 am

Motto: "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."
Weapon: Laser Rifle
Garrus 9 - Amphitheatre

Snaptrap merely gave Overbite an approving nod. The Seacon commander predicted that one such as Scattershot would have some form of reaction likely externalized, but perhaps he could keep it internalized. It would certainly ensure the continuing functionality of the rest of his precious Technobots. In any case, the butcher was fully prepared to deal with the situation as he deemed fit.

The flash of an orbital bounce drew his attention away from his Autobot prisoners for a moment to see who had newly arrived. It was an older looking mechanoid with a substantial limp. Intrigued, he glanced over to Cyclonus and Scourge who approached the ancient scientist respectfully. Someone important then. As the praetor moved toward the prone Monstructor Six with barely restrained excitement, Snaptrap realized just who this was. Their creator. Jhiaxus. How interesting.

Snaptrap regarded his Autobot prisoners, having been distracted from them for a moment. Two of them had noted Jhiaxus's arrival and had recognized the ancient praetor. Some others seemed concerned about their fallen comrade. The butcher kept a watchful, malevolent optic on the Autobots under his charge. Movement toward the amphitheater's entrance, however, drew his optics away once more.

Bludgeon had arrived. As had his pet. The sweeps took the Monstercon that the former commander of the Empirion had been carrying as Bludgeon motioned to a seeker. The butcher of the bogs had warned Bludgeon once about his pet Autobot. He would not get a second warning. The femme would die if she so much as acted up once.

Turning his attention back to his brood, Snaptrap replayed the footage of the battle with Monstructor again and again. If not for that physical weakness...the amalgamation would have given Overlord a lot more trouble. A power that could face down a phase sixer...If he could attain that for his Seacons, he most certainly would.

>>”Seawing,”<< Snaptrap said over a comm line to his team suddenly, >>”What do you think of Monstructor and the six that form him? And the rest of you as well.”<<

- :BOT: -

"But... But it can't be..."

"It clearly is so! Look! He's right before our very optics! Materialized into reality like a myth!" Highbrow said indignantly. How was this even possible?! Jhiaxus was lost! Millions of years ago! Lost to them forever! How was it that he was standing before them now? Highbrow simply...could not think of an explanation. He couldn't even begin. Rendered speechless, thoughtless, Highbrow simply stood and stared incredulously.

"How?"

"I don't know! I mean he could have...I...I...I don't..." Highbrow was forced to shrug hopelessly. He couldn't process this. The shock had rendered all of his gentile faculties useless to him. His acumen could not fathom the quandary his presence presented.

"He was here," said Nightbeat from where he knelt beside Lightspeed, having taken a cursory glance back to see what all of the hub-bub was about. Highbrow snapped his head around to look at Nightbeat critically.

“What did you say, detective?”

“He's been on Garrus 9 a very long time. Can't you tell? His body is exceptionally old. Hasn't been upgraded. And he's limping, which is probably from the atrophy. I'd guess that his spark got extracted and put somewhere on the lower levels for safe-keeping. Plus, if the Decepticons had him before now, we would've already lost the war.”

“B-But he was last seen on the Ark I with Nova Prime, was he not?” Highbrow protested.

“Clearly, we must have found him. I don't know what else happened that led us to finding him; I just know that we did. I guess the high council decided he was too dangerous to keep around and locked him away. I'm hypothesizing on the specifics clearly, but it sounds about right, doesn't it?”

Turning his attention back to the injured Lightspeed and uttering more assurances, Nightbeat glanced over at Lightspeed's leg, hoping that the ice patch would hold. Highbrow rubbed his chin and considered Nightbeat's explanation. It certainly would explain why Jhiaxus appeared before them now, but to consider that Autobot High Command had kept someone so valuable in a veritable purgatory for millions of years...well, that didn't make any sense at all! Why keep someone who could be so useful locked away?! Madness.

“This is the renowned Jhiaxus! Why would they keep him locked up? It's nonsensical! To think that all of these vorns, he could've been putting his industrious mind toward works of great peace...what a waste...Don't you concur, Brainstorm?”

It also galled Highbrow to think that Nightbeat had been able to conjure a proper explanation while he had been struck speechless. The detective's intelligence was vastly inferior to his own. It defied logic or reason just like Jhiaxus's sudden appearance! What a bother.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Mazinman » Mon Oct 06, 2014 12:20 am

Ship Ruins Outside Prison

Two Sweeps walked through the ruined hallways one of them shaking his head in annoyance.

"I see you successfully found a wrecked ship. Good job." He said in a sarcastic tone.

"I tell you I saw something dive in here." The other snapped back. "Look, just go look over there and I will cover this area."

The first Sweep shrugged and walked away in the direction he was supposed to go. He doubted he would find something here but the quicker they would complete this trip the quicker they could head back. He looked around for a time then walked the opposite way.

"There, nothing around. You happy now?" He said as he turned the corner and found his teammate on the floor seemingly unconscious. He quickly drew his weapon.

"Who is th..." he began to say but was interrupted as Vroom swung down from a hole in the ceiling and kicked the back of the Sweep's head hard with his feet. As the Sweep crumbled to the floor Vroom landed and remained very still. Usually this was when he would make some sort of clever comment but he had enough respect for the Sweep's tracking abilities to know that if there were any others in the area they would pick up his voice after hearing this hit.

Vroom exhaled, letting the air cool his internal systems. Enough time had passed with no reaction that he knew he was in the clear, at least for now. He reached over and took the fallen Sweep's gun. The two would wake up soon enough but he would be long gone by then. He continued to walk over to the now wrecked and abandoned science office of the ship and found a mostly broken mirror. He grabbed some instruments and began to work on the inhibitor on his back. Normally deactivating a device like this attached to one's own back would be impossible but not everyone was as good at his job as Vroom was.

"Come on you slagging piece of... there!" He muttered as the inhibitor deactivated and fell to the floor. "Ha! Max, if you are still functioning, I win again." He gave a sad smile and turned to pick up the device. He looked around the office for some sort of container and found it. He placed the device inside then began looking for other things to pack. As he did he began to find himself get curious. He went to the communicator in the room and pulled out the panel.

"Lets see whats in the news." He muttered as he jury rigged it to activate. Perhaps there would be an interesting broadcast to listen to.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Mon Oct 06, 2014 11:26 am

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
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Garrus-9 Central--Amphitheater

If the Seacons had been cruel in their sudden punishment of Lightspeed, they were pretty much equally cruel in his "repairs". Though that was a pretty loosely applied term. His treatment was really only a half-step above "letting him die on the floor" at this point.

He could not help but wince and cry out as Overbite saw to his "preservation", but Lightspeed did his level best not to make a production of it. He weathered it, just as he had already weathered much during this operation. He was beginning to wonder just how much more he could take. He hadn't really thought like that before, but death was almost starting to sound like an inviting relief to the near-endless torture he had been put through since the Farstar had arrived within the boundaries of Nebulos.

Nightbeat moved him into as comfortable a position as he was likely to find until he was able to receive some legitimate repairs--as if that was likely to happen--and attempted to offer some degree of comfort. Lightspeed would honestly take whatever he could get at this point. He couldn't imagine the Pit--the true Pit--being much worse than this.

“It's alright, just hang in there. You're going to be okay. Brainstorm, can you give me a hand over here? Maybe you can do something I can't. Lightspeed, are you comfortable here? I'm right here."

"T-Thank you," Lightspeed sputtered out through the pain, offering his best attempt at a smile. Overbite's ice weapon seemed to actually dull a little bit of his previous pain. A little. Not much. But, again, he'd take what he could get. "Glad you're here....glad you're...all here..."

"Lightspeed, does it feel like ice is running up through your leg? And seeping into the rest of your chassis?"

Another voice. Lightspeed tried to sit up a little, focusing as best he could. Brainstorm. Awesome.

"N-No. Just cold. There," he said, pointing to the edge of what was left of his ambulatory unit. "It isn't spreading. It's, um, feeling better actually. Not a lot, granted. But I'll...accept degrees of improvement in this instance."
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Jhiaxus had listened to the initial theories that Cyclonus had gathered regarding Monstructor's disassemblage in combat. More than one was a potentially viable explanation, but Jhiaxus wanted to examine them directly for himself nonetheless.

Within short order, Jhiaxus was once again surrounded by the six. His six. Or he would soon be, at any rate. Those not immediately present were being brought forthwith. For the time being however, Jhiaxus' attention was focused on one--the leader of the group. The true artist. Arguably the one he had been least willing to sacrifice in order to bring Monstructor into existence. But sacrifice he did, and he would do it again.

"Jhiaxus..." Slog said, straining slightly to even get the word out. Indeed, his presence here and now would have to be a jarring juxtaposition to everything the Monstercon had believed to be true up to this point.

"Yessss," Jhiaxus said, the smile on his aged, metallic features becoming noticeably more pronounced as he came just alongside the slab where Slog was now restrained. Jhiaxus rested a hand softly atop Slog's head, then brought his index digit downward, tracing the contours of either side of his face.

“Praetor...H-How are you...How are you here...?"

Jhiaxus' jade optics flickered.

"I was here all along, just as you. Though I was not kept as you were," Jhiaxus said, looking down at his creation. He pulled his hand away, his optics now looking over Slog's prone form. "I owe my freedom, I suppose, to a gladiator. As do we all."

Jhiaxus motioned for a utility stand to be brought alongside him. His gave a cursory examination of the tools contained therein and retrieved one, before returning his attention to one of Slog's injuries. This "weak spot", if it truly existed as Cyclonus, the video evidence and this "Overlord" suggested, needed to be excised with all due haste.

"How did it feel, precious one?" Jhiaxus said, reaching for another tool and driving it down into Slog's injury and twisting sharply before attempting to be a tad more gentle. "How did it feel to be one with him again?"
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Marcus Rush » Mon Oct 06, 2014 2:26 pm

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Garrus 9: Central Amphitheater

Scattershot's gaze was cold. Cold and almost unreadable, as if all emotion had been sapped away from his expression. His optics bored holes in the very glare of the Seacon lieutenant, the message was clear without a word spoken. Scattershot would move the galaxy itself to repay the turtle for the act of cowardice that had been enacted. He did not blame himself for the act, even though the screams from Afterburner through the subspace link demanded otherwise. The Technobot commander had acted in the best interest of all of the prisoners, and would do so again... regardless of the response to his person. But he knew now the depths of not only cruelty but fear that pervaded the ranks of Scorponok's tools and minions. He also knew the tactic behind the act, not just to compel his compliance, which Scattershot had already reluctantly agreed to... but to turn his compatriots against him with every move he made. Again, a cowards maneuver that Scattershot abhorred.

The medical treatment of Lightspeed proceeded with less than stellar results, which was expected from the less than average capacity of the Seacons. When they were clear of the prying optics of the over barons, Scattershot would direct a more substantial effort in affecting repairs of his executive officer. Of course that meant further subterfuge to gather the parts, but that wouldn't be as difficult as one would expect given the focus on other priorities and the utter lack of regard for cleaning up the corpses of Autobot fallen.

The Commanding officer of the Autobot prisoners, a joke of a title if anyone asked Scattershot directly particularly given only because he was the ranking officer that remained functional, pivoted away from the scene of the war crime and turned his attention to the five battered and bruised Monstercons. He knew of them, at least of their reputations as well as their capabilities in forming the beast that had nearly destroyed the Decepticon occupation before it was ever settled. He also knew well of Slog. Not necessarily in a friendly manner given their choices in affiliations but at least in the manner of a guard and a prisoner relationship... albeit Scattershot never allowed those under his command to involve themselves in the mistreatment of prisoners that Scorponok and Cyclonus now nurtured, he doubted that Slog or his minions would be too thrilled to see their former captors messing with their innards.

He still had a role to play in this stagnating situation. With Lightspeed now hobbled, it fell to Scattershot to carry the burden until his friend and comrade was repaired... or at least able to walk without support. Scattershot was loath to delve into his background from Cybertron. It never really suited him, a professor at various institutions of physics and engineering... he preferred to be on the battlefield employing theory to Decepticon head modules rather than a hologram display board. The facts were pretty glaring as well, most of the Technobots felt similarly given their backgrounds in the various engineering and scientific fields. Unlike Lightspeed, Scattershot had not actively applied his knowledge in some time as he was more inclined to leave that to the smarter member of the team.

Now he had to delve back to that past and dredge up memories... painful memories, to fill roles better left forgotten. And there was a singular figure standing at the edge of a bright light that was the cursed catalyst for those memories. "Jhiaxus." His visor furrowed briefly as the name left his vocorder. The inspiration to all Cybertronian engineers since before the disappearance of the first Ark Type. Even one such as Scattershot admired what had been accomplished under the ancient's supervision, but he also knew the dark side of the engineer.

Quietly, Scattershot filtered the subspace link to Lightspeed to ensure that the other three could not hear him or his words. 'You have nothing to apologize for 'Speeder. You were the victim of a cowards act, do not forget that. If anyone has to apologize it is me for not realizing sooner how desperate the turtle was for recognition in this troop of misfits. Remember, I swear you will get your chance to repay Snaptrap exponentially but for now we must maintain our roles. If you need to, sit back and I will cover your place till you are ready.'

Scattershot waited for Lightspeed's response before he broadened the link once more to include the entire Technobot team. 'Stick to your roles Technobots. We will help the Decepticons while we are able, maybe even devise a way to counter any of these giant creatures they intend to construct. Remember Nosecone, we are counting on you to gather that intelligence. The more information we have, the better we can plan our counter strategy... particularly when looking for Commander Maximus. Strafe, begin your efforts as soon as you can but try to remember your control. The Decepticons have already shown they will not hesitate to violate treaties their lords have made just to show they have some struts to their compatriots. Don't give them another reason to show off.' Scattershot paused in the transmission briefly. 'Scrounge what you can in the meantime. Even if it means worse case scenarios. We need to rebuild and prepare for the right moment.'
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Pyro glanced over to Pointblank after the scene unfolded before them. He had been at a loss for words at the time and only his training and remembering of the teachings of Optimus had kept his response muted. To retaliate meant to invite obliteration for the whole prison population of Autobots. It amazed him even further that their defacto commander had managed to keep himself restrained and not reached out and with his remaining strength forced his hand straight into Snaptrap's chest and crushed his spark chamber. But again, it would have given the Decepticons the excuse they desired to wipe them out.

"I've been better, though I surmise that it is a condition that pales in comparison to Lightspeed's recent tragedy." He looked back at Scattershot as the Technobot commander glowered at Snaptrap, a palatable air of hatred radiating off the aura of the engineer. And for the life of him, Pyro could not disagree with the visual ques or the intensity of the stare. But again, the cold and self controlled aspect of the otherwise brash berserker brawler felt out of place. "I do not know how much longer Scattershot will be able to maintain his facade. He's done everything he could to keep attention to himself without starting an unneeded fight, but can he maintain that control long enough for us to conduct our escape?"
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Drop Bear » Wed Oct 08, 2014 7:48 am

Motto: "Well, I'll be a Cybertronic bolt-bat!"
Weapon: Poison-Tipped Missiles
Garrus-9 Central – Amphitheatre

Snaptrap seemed satisfied with the quick fix (a crude description that didn't precisely justify the severity of it) Overbite had made on Lightspeed. The flow of energon had ceased, as with his moaning. A pity on both accounts, but Overbite would not disobey his commander's orders because the Technobot's suffering was a visual feast too scrumptious to resist. Had he been in charge, Overbite would've enjoyed the spectacle until Lightspeed succumbed to stasis-lock: a one-legged wreck occupying the ground, optics blank, and banished to the obscurity of unconsciousness.

Removing themselves from the group, Nightbeat and Brainstorm hurried over to the injured Technobot. Tales of concern and anguish were scrawled across their features and could be read by any who viewed their face-plates. No mysteries as to the mixture of feelings harassing the two Autobots.

Hidden behind Overbite's mouth shield was a grin. Delightful.

Overbite ignored the orbital bounce flash that occurred in the amphitheatre, his attention fastened on Lightspeed. He couldn't get past how enticing he was. A wounded creature inviting a ravenous predator to a free meal.

Sometimes when the hunt was on, you stumbled upon disadvantaged quarry for whatever reason. More than capable of tackling healthy targets his size—or perhaps larger, depending on the situation—Overbite liked the ones that couldn't fight back. The struggles they produced were amusing, marvellous entertainment he never tired of. For all their efforts, they were cut down with the same brutality he reserved for every target caught in his sight.

Additional mechanoids entered the amphitheatre: Bludgeon, Icepick, and that femme. Overbite's gaze flicked to them briefly before a transmission from Snaptrap stole the bulk of his attention. Its contents intrigued him.

>>“ What do you think of Monstructor and the six that form him? And the rest of you as well.”<<

It was then that Overbite noticed Jhiaxus in the amphitheatre, conversing with Scourge and Cyclonus before going to speak with Slog. Jhiaxus, the creator of the Monstructor Six. The Monstructor Six, the individual components that united into the abominable Monstructor. Monstructor, a gestalt of horrific power—a legend just as much as its creator was.

A gestalt, technology possibly available to the Seacons, if Overbite was interpreting Snaptrap's meaning correctly. A Seacon combiner. The ultimate hunter. Overbite smirked at such an arrogant claim, but who could refute it? Who could stand against the might of the Seacons assembled into an immense killing machine, possessing unmatched strength and firepower?

The flash. That was Jhiaxus, and he was here. Right now. Possibilities could become reality.

Had Overbite seen it, he'd have thought the scientist was an apparition, emerging from a ghostly light to play tricks on the mind and promote mischievous activity. Myths didn't usually exist, so he could be forgiven for sketching such an image of Jhiaxus.

>>“I can't comment on the Monstercons themselves, boss, but Monstructor. Ah, Monstructor...”<<

Overbite recalled the gestalt's rampage before Overlord had taken him down. Would have done a lot more damage had the Phase Sixer not stepped in.

>>“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.”<<
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Foximus » Fri Oct 10, 2014 11:27 pm

Motto: "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."
Weapon: Laser Rifle
Garrus 9 – Amphitheater

It was him. He was really and truly standing before him. That much was evident by the ancient praetor lightly tracing the contours of his faceplate with his index digit. Instead of flinching away like every fiber of his being was screaming at him to, Slog relaxed on the slab and let Jhiaxus do what he would, keeping his optics firmly on the scientist's jade optics.

"I was here all along, just as you. Though I was not kept as you were.”

Slog's optic visor narrowed as Jhiaxus spoke. Kept? Here? In Garrus-9? Well wasn't that marginally unsettling? The universe suddenly felt quite small. Perhaps Nova Prime and Galvatron would stroll casually back into his and his team's lives next. The past seemed unrelenting in its desire to haunt them. He had hoped that aligning with the Decepticons might give them new purpose. A new start, free from the past. It was just not to be.

"I owe my freedom, I suppose, to a gladiator. As do we all."

“Lord Megatron...?” Slog uttered softly, pain audible in his voice. Gladiator? Megatron was the first to spring to mind, but there were many others in the Decepticon ranks. They had arisen from the gladatorial pits on Cybertron after all. Slog vaguely recalled an announcement made during the earlier chaos. Scorponok had been the one to make it. If memory served, he was at one point a gladiator. “Lord Scorponok...” he said softly in answer to his own question.

Slog watched as Jhiaxus had a utility table brought to him with a myriad of tools and medical equipment on it. The artist scowled behind his mouthplate and tensed. He knew what was to come. He had been under Jhiaxus's knife too many times to count.

"How did it feel, precious one?"

“What...AHHHHHHHH!!” Slog screamed as Jhiaxus drove one of his tools down into his injury and sharply twisted it around. He clenched his fists and hissed quietly in pain. His vision swam before his optics. Slog nearly missed Jhiaxus expounding on his earlier query, a little preoccupied with the agony coursing through his frame.

"How did it feel to be one with him again?"

Passion filled Slog in a rare moment of anger. Usually the most calm and restrained of the Monstructor Six, Slog lurched forward – much to his instant regret – and fought against the restraints that bound him to the slab fiercely for a moment. “How did it feel?! You have the nerve to ask me how it felt to be consumed by that monster again?!”

His energy expended, Slog fell limp on the slab once more. It was one thing to be consumed by the Decepticon war machine. Even if he would never again create anything, his last work, one of Megatron's vision of peace, would be his masterpiece. Slog needed no more than that. Even so, he had not chosen this hellish existence, however useful it was to the Decepticons. It been forced upon him – all of them - by this madman.

Slog let out a despondent sigh. He remembered what Jhaixus had told them before they had undergone the operation. They were to be Cybertron's bright and glorious future. The epitome of intellect and strength. The ancient adage 'all are one' made incarnate. It had all seemed so innocent then. All of his memories as him were fragmented, hazy, if not entirely lost like a nightmare on the edge of memory.

“I don't remember it very clearly...barely at all...” Slog finally muttered. He waved his hand around questing for the words, “Barbaric? Chaotic?” Slog asked, guessing at what the scientist might expect when something came to him, “I remember....the lights came...the weaker of them withered instantly...going out softly sometimes. Others with an abruptness that bespoke violence. Darkness...Terrifying...malice and...glee.” The artist stopped, pushing the hazy memories away. He was shaking. Slog pressed his actuators against the slab to try and stop their trembling.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Cryhavok » Sat Oct 11, 2014 1:03 pm

Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
The Rig--Last Resort

The sniveling self-devouring thief had taken the opportunity and ran after Firewire who had called for him to assist her. Not too big of a surprise. Hun-Gurrr and his Terrorcons did not exactly radiate warmth and caring for their fellow mechs. On the contrary, one had to go to great lengths to find worse monsters even within the ranks of Decepticons. For the Terrorcons relished on carnage and destruction as much if not more than the infamous Decepticon Justice Division.

Unlike the DJD however, the Terrorcons were neither in possession of a phase sixer or free from the jurisdiction of the Conclave. They lacked the freedom to go on about their own business even if they were given wide berth to do as they wished wherever they were deployed. And here, they answered to mighty Scorponok - member of the Warrior's Elite and perhaps the most influential warlord in the Decepticon movement not named Megatron. And Scorponok had commanded them to guard extracted sparks imprisoned in the Rig. To keep whatever secrets these yet to be revived Cybertronians held away from the unsavory lot found everywhere within the Decepticons ranks - from those who would use such knowledge to enhance their own position or personal wealth.

Skullgrin was there to catalogue said sparks for Scorponok's use. Banzai-Tron's agenda however was far more questionable. Being the head of the Decepticon Secret Service made his presence logical but even Hun-Gurr had heard the rumors. Banzai-Tron was not in the business solely for the gain of the cause. He played a dangerous game.

"Yes Skullgrin. Tell us." The ravenous leader of the Terrorcons echoed Banzai-Tron's request. If nothing else, to at least learn out the same as the director of the DSS.

A boring task certainly for a warrior like Skullgrin. Just as the task the Terrorcons were given. Cataloging, guarding. Both lacked the destruction, the excitement of battle. But both tasks had to be performed. And to be completely honest, guarding was still a task that fit someone as lazy as Hun-Grrr just fine as long as he had the energon to feast upon. Therefore the problem was Rippersnapper and even more so - Sinnertwin. Neither of the two were fine just loitering around. And Hun-Gar's endless appetite demanded an unbroken supply of food, food that was getting scarce his immediate presence.

"Ripperrrsnapperrr..." One head snarled as it turned to glare at the sharklike Terrorcon, while the other head of Hun-Grrr's rested on the carcass of one the many Autobots that had tried to struggle against their irrevocable fate. "I hungerrr... Take Sinnerrrtwin..."

"And bring me... live prey."
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Sat Oct 11, 2014 11:55 pm

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Garrus-9 Central--Amphitheater

Overbite's response was typical of the sharkformer. Brutality, barely restrained. Perhaps only by the Butcher's even more notorious reputation.

Once Seawing's Monstercon had been secured safely in place, the Seacon had largely stepped back and watched the proceedings. It was a little surreal to have Autobots and Decepticons standing around in the same room and not firing at each other. But Seawing supposed the time for that had well and truly passed. The Autobots, except for the nuts like Whirl, would surely accept their defeat and focus on not being executed on the spot. Some of them were going to have a better time of that than others, from the looks of it.

>>"Seawing, what do you think of Monstructor and the six that form him? And the rest of you as well."<<

Seawing looked around the room, at the other Seacons in particular but also at the various Cybertronians in general.

>>"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."<<
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"I've been better, though I surmise that it is a condition that pales in comparison to Lightspeed's recent tragedy."

Pointblank nodded at Pyro's response.

"Yeh. That was...cruel. Scattershot gets out of line and they shoot Lightspeed."

This is why Decepticons just need to be ended when this war is over. Done. No more. Give them what they gave the universe for so long, Pointblank thought to himself, not daring to voice such thoughts out loud, even quietly.

"I do not know how much longer Scattershot will be able to maintain his facade. He's done everything he could to keep attention to himself without starting an unneeded fight, but can he maintain that control long enough for us to conduct our escape?"

"It's clear the Decepticons will punish any one of us for the supposed misdeeds of another. We have to pull him and Roadbuster aside. Help them keep it together until it is time to do something."
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Re: The Convergence

Postby Insidious » Sun Oct 12, 2014 2:08 am

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Garrus-9--The Rig

The Decepticon siege warrior would normally have been miserable at having been given an assignment like this. And he had been for a while. But the deeper into the Autobots' prison system he had dug, the more rewarding and satisfying the experience was proving to be. Skullgrin was encountering names that he had not seen in ages. Fringe figures from the earliest days of the war--mechs that seemed determined to make their mark on history and then were never heard from again. Or cut down before they ever had a chance to do any real damage. Such a shame. Such a waste. But interesting nonetheless. Very interesting.

"Skullgrin! Pray tell, have you located anything useful or rather interesting in your...Cataloging?"

Skullgrin turned to look at the head of the Decepticon Secret Service as he made his way from the Last Resort to this most isolated area of the prison complex. To be in the same room with such a cloak and dagger figure within the Decepticon ranks was still a little unsettling, even for the likes of a hardened combatant like Skullgrin. But before he could muster a response of any kind, another voice added his curiosity--a voice that belonged to an equally intimidating figure, if for altogether different reasons.

"Yes Skullgrin. Tell us," Hun-Gurr growled.

Skullgrin looked from his datapad to the wall of glowing orbs just in front of him. What he might find interesting and what the likes of these individuals might find interesting were two very different things. Skullgrin would need to couch his words carefully in order to not seem a fool.

"Sooooo far, it seems, the records are consistent with the identification protocols on the chambers. The majority of names were imprisoned here from the earliest days of the war, likely when Tyrest was at the peak of his influence. The Autobots have used the spark extraction process sparingly since that time, though it has been used. But....I don't....no, the identifiers are nothing special."

One other name, though, did spark an additional degree of curiosity. One that the others had not. He could not help but wonder if the others would feel the same. Skullgrin approached another section of the wall, isolating the location of where the datapad said it would be. And there it was. there he was. Skullgrin could only wonder what he had done in order to find himself placed here with the likes of monsters such as Jhiaxus.

"...except for, perhaps, that one," Skullgrin added at last, pointing to one of the containment chambers on the wall.
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>>”Then why does it sound like you're saying good-bye?"<<

Gah! She was too perceptive for her own good, this one. He was going to have to struggle with what exactly to say next when she spoke further.

>>”But...okay! I'll be waiting for you, Icepick! Don't worry about me, I'll stick to Bludgeon like glue. And then...then you'll come back. I know you will. And it'll be even better than in the cells."<<

>>"Yes, exactly. Bide your time. Do what you have to. Live! And I'll be back,"<< Icepick transmitted, releasing a small sigh of relief internally. This would work. So long as she possessed an unlikely patron in the form of Bludgeon, she would have decent chance at not suffering the same fate as the other Autobot captives.

And not long after, Bludgeon was guiding her off and he was being handed over into the care of the Decepticons. A blinding flash of white had caught his attention. Once his optics had a chance to refocus, he couldn't really believe what he was seeing.

"Oh no..." Icepick muttered softly to himself.

Their collective future was going to get considerably more dim from here out.
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Re: The Convergence

Postby MasterSoundBlaster » Sun Oct 12, 2014 2:12 am

Motto: "You can run,you'll just die trying"
Weapon: Fusion Cannon
Garrus 9 - Central - Amphitheater

- :CON: -


>>" What do you think of Monstructor and the six that form him? And the rest of you as well."<<


Snaptrap's voice bellowed over Nautilator's comm device. The excavator slowly approached one of the offlined Monstercons and gently nudged its leg with his tripe crusher cannon.

>>"I dunno boss... He sure was big and frightening."<< Nautilator replied as he stared at Wildfly's lifeless chassis. >>"Though they ain't too scary when they're apart, heh. Not as ugly either."<<

Just as the Seacon nudged his weapon again against Wildly's leg, the Monstercon's optics flickered dully as his systems began to reboot from the temporary stasis lock he and most of his team underwent following in the wake of their conflict with Overlord.

"Isssss... Is he gone now?" whispered the avian Monstercon as he slowly awoke from his slumber, "The voice... it's gone now..." His amber optics drifted idly over to the fading silhouette standing beside what looked like Slog. Least, the screams coming from the mech sounded like they were coming from Slog. His memory was coming back as Slog’s familiar screams rang out through his processor. Only one mech was capable of causing the Monstercon such pain, Jhiaxus. “No… How is he- how is he here?...”

“Eh… Looks like we got a live one here.” Nautilator said speaking up and stating the obvious.

- :BOT: -


Whirl’s single optic widened in surprise as Cyclonus finally spoke out in a rarely used tone of vigor. The Autobot to whom he was shutting down did not tremble or begin to fear Cyclonus, in fact he was rather impressed with himself for getting the lithe purple lieutenant of Scorponok to finally snap at his usual “conversations.”

"...the war will be over soon. And your part in the narrative of our species will end," Cyclonus said, the menace in his tone starkly clear.


“Blah blah blah, the only narrative I’ll playing is the autobiography I might write called *How To Mount Your Decepticon Head Over The Mantel: The tale of how to make horn-headed Cons look good in your hab suite.* Hehehe.”

He looked to Scourge. "The cells for this one. I have no use for him here. I will start culling the other chaff."


“Oh come on now! I thought we were finally getting somewhere here Cyc! I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings there!” Whirl turned his head towards the Sweep standing beside him, “Tell him it was a joke, c’mon. Okay… Mostly a joke, but-“ His voice was cut off as he gazed upon the arrival of the former scientist, Jhiaxus. The sweeps keeping him under control tugged him over towards the other prisoners while they awaited further orders from either of Scorponok’s underlings.

“WELL! This is a fine mess you’ve gotten your team into Scatters’.” Whirl stated as he took notice of Lightspeed’s missing leg and the others surrounding him to check his injuries. “I thought you tried to keep everyone in the most ‘pristine’ condition, keep everyone up to date with the latest tech. What, does that tech not include ‘turtle-proof’ leg servos? Hehehe.”

- :CON: -


Deadlock continued to chuckle to himself as Whirl’s antics grew more and more outrageous. He had heard tales of the former Wrecker’s shenanigans and carefree attitude, but it was truly a sight to see as he continued to aggravate Cyclonus. Well, that was until the Commander finally reached his limit with the helicopter mech.

Cyclonus and Scourge then walked over to talk with their former comrade from ages ago, leaving Turmoil’s lieutenant alone with Demolisher. He rolled his optics at the thought of spending time with the soldier mech, another commanding type with “rules” and “obligations”. They held Deadlock back, he was handpicked by Megatron, THE Megatron himself to take up arms in the war, and it wasn’t because he was like Turmoil or Demolisher. No, Deadlock got done what was needed to get done, and that was to kill Autobots.

Stepping down to “protect” his target, the black and white Decepticon approached Jhiaxus’ side and stared over his shoulder and watched as he…toyed with his former creation. The twisting of the tool he was using to fiddle with Slog and the eerie things he was muttering to the Monstercon sent a shiver down his spinal strut. He couldn’t tell if he was trying to fix his favorite creation or slowly put him out of his misery, but he seemed to be enjoying the latter of the two.

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Truly he had sustained some grievous injuries. All of them surely had. To face such a concentrated onslaught by such a wide variety of forces and to have an outlier amongst their number, well, it was a testament to their fortitude that any of them were able to interact with him at all.

“Lord Megatron...?"

Jhiaxus looked up from his work as Slog spoke a name, referring to the praetor's earlier comment. He supposed, from a certain point of view, that ultimately his current state of being was owed to the original gladiator--the upstart who apparently changed the course of Cybertronian history and plunged their species into endless war. But it was not to him that Jhiaxus was referring, and Slog caught on to that quite quickly, as the scientist expected he would.

“Lord Scorponok..." he said at last, and Jhiaxus had rewarded him with a slight grin and a nod before returning to his work, though still curious to hear an answer to his more pressing question. It came finally, though interrupted at first with wails of agony, but the Monstercon was able to regather himself and make a better attempt.

When Slog suddenly fought against his restraints, Jhiaxus lurched backward slightly, his body forcing him to wince in pain at the sudden jerky movement. Still, his optics remained on the Monstercon.

“How did it feel?! You have the nerve to ask me how it felt to be consumed by that monster again?!"

Though Jhiaxus' expression had hardened for moment, it soon softened once he saw his precious monster cease struggling against his restraints and offer up a more thoughtful answer.

“I don't remember it very clearly...barely at all...Barbaric? Chaotic? I remember....the lights came...the weaker of them withered instantly...going out softly sometimes. Others with an abruptness that bespoke violence. Darkness...Terrifying...malice and...glee."

Jhiaxus looked down at Slog's trembling hands. Before resuming his work, he rested one of his own hands atop Slog's, in order to still the tremor.

"Sensations. Like a...a dream," Jhiaxus said, his optics turning away from Slog and looking towards the upmost surface of the room. But not even thought. He looked at nothing. His mind was simply piecing together the most natural conclusion. They remained this way for a few moments as Jhiaxus muttered quiet, audibly unintelligible words to himself before returning his gaze to Slog and moving in closer.

"You were no longer yourself. Just as before. Even after, hah hahah, all these years. Precious. So precious. All of you. All...are one."

"Praetor-" Scourge said, stepping closer to the aged scientist, but Jhiaxus held up a hand, indicating to the Tracker that he had nothing to say which Jhiaxus wanted to hear at the moment.

"We can not waste this opportunity," Jhiaxus said, looking around at the mechanoids that were assembled within the amphitheater. Already he could see similarities between many of them. Similarities that went beyond allegiance or the composition of their bodies. Similarities that would have to be exploited to their fullest. "Do not waste them. Do not let them rot in cells."

Jhiaxus' optics flickered from Scourge to Cyclonus.

"This moon has mines. I saw them. Use the ones you have defeated. Work alongside them. Together, we will build something more. Something more than the ramshackle existence you have been left to lead. All. Are. One."

Jhiaxus then turned his attention to the wider Cybertronian audience, both Autobot and Decepticon alike and started to walk among them.

"Hear me, Cybertronians! War is your life. War is all you've known. War has found you, even on this most secured oasis, far from the front lines. War has freed me, but know this! I am no Autobot. I am no Decepticon! I wear no badge. This war has not stained me. But there can be no denial...the Decepticons have won this day. Autobots--it is over. By rights, they could kill you all. Force their hand, and that may yet be your fate. But!....but....I ask you...I plead with you...do not go down that road. Save yourselves. Save your friends. Work with me....and I will end this war. Go to the mines. Go willingly! Work towards our collective future!"

Jhiaxus' smile grew noticeably more wide.

"'Til all are one!"
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Cyclonus had quickly grown tired and disinterested in Whirl's perception of banter. That one would fail to see his fate until it was standing right in front of him, ready to end his existence. Cyclonus only wished that day would come much sooner than it seemed.

He watched as Jhiaxus' preoccupations with the Monstructor Six began to take root anew just as they had in an age long since past. Much had changed, and yet so much remained similar.

His words to the Monstercon Commander however were...curious. He had been on the verge of saying something when, to his great surprise, Scourge had actually beat him to it and found himself silenced with a gesture for the effort. Cyclonus stiffened his posture slightly but said nothing for the moment, instead taking in everything that the ancient scientist had to say. There were many reasons that Nova Prime had kept this one in close counsel. Cyclonus would not pretend that he understood them all, but for the good of the war he would do his best.

The lithe warrior was certainly not accustomed to having his orders countermanded by anyone, but in this instance......yes, he supposed it did make sense. A return to a state of imprisonment would be a last resort. This facility was vast, its moon even more so. And the Autobots had surely only sparingly touched its natural resources. Together they would dig deeper.

Cyclonus paused in his thinking only momentarily as a transmission came through.

>>”Commander Cyclonus, I apologize for the delay. I have brought Icepick as ordered. I also have an interesting proposition for you. The femme that is my prisoner was once a prisoner here and wishes to join our cause. As a show of loyalty, she will infiltrate the group of Autobot prisoners and report back to us any relevant information that she gleans from them. With your permission, of course."<<

>>"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."<<

With that business handled, Cyclonus turned to the wider Cybertronian populace at large, watching as he listened to Jhiaxus' oration with the rest of them. He kept his expression impassive, even as he quietly appreciated that Jhiaxus had not only been a scientist but a skilled politician in his day. He could see the signs of both. The mines would offer a more productive utilization of their prison population than the cells, though Cyclonus was more inclined to utilize the latter. However, he was sure that Scorponok would see the reason behind this measure, and took no steps to oppose it. He turned to Scourge.

"To the mines with them. All of them," he 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."
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