by ctrlFrequency » Sun Feb 22, 2015 11:07 am
- Motto: "Björnen tycker om vegetarian...?"
- Weapon: Fusion Cannon
Outside the Amphitheater
Bomb Burst watched the leg of the diaclone twitch in the shadows he was currently occupying outside the amphitheater. He made a noise that almost sounded like a sigh as he was regretting releasing the team of assassins to their own devices. But a room full of bored assassins usually ended badly, out patrolling for Autobot stragglers was a far more efficient use of their time, even if it was a more efficient situation for him to have them all together.
Bugs... apparently took awhile to filter out reflex actions. He had long since drained the energon out of the thing and it was still twitching. Fascinating things, though entirely unsatisfying as a meal.
The Decepticon Hunter moved himself on, never one to stay in one place, as was habit of those who relied on stealth.
He found his way to the hole that opened into the Aequetas Chamber, knowing well that the battle had just finished down there, he hoped to find a little something of interest below. At least he could smell the scent of spilt energon. He lept off the edge of the hole, allowing himself to drop into the depth before transforming into his hover jet alt mode, nearly silent, he controlled his descent into the Aequetas Chamber.
In the Aeqetas Chamber
What he found below was enough to pique his interest in one manner, though not the manner he cared for. He hovered above the impressive amount of 'A list' Decepticons. He had not been listening into any radio chatter, so he didn't know they were all right there. He figured they'd have moved on by now.
He transformed back to robot mode, dropping the rest of the way as he was halfway between the ceiling and the floor, landing down on one knee in a respectful bow, head down, weapons stowed, showing proper amounts of servitude to the Decepticon leaders, a respectful distance from them as not to be too bold to be too close. The honorable Bludgeon, who could technically be called his commanding officer, though Bomb Burst was usually left to work alone; the merciless Cyclonus, he couldn't help but respect the cold, calculating warrior; and the biggest name this side of the galaxy, Scorponok. Well, if that wasn't the most fearsome list of names, short of having Megaton on it as well.
The list of respectful titles in his greeting could go on for Vorns, but in interest of his preference of being a mech of few words, he kept it short. He'd have not said anything if it weren't for the utter disrespect of coming into the presence of one's superiors and not show proper deference. "My Lords..." he addressed them. "My deepest apologies for the interruption." He kept his head down but made mental note of the others there as well.
No matter how hard he tried to resist it, he couldn't help himself, the energon soaked visages around him, the death in the air; it tugged at his spark in such savage ways that none other in the room could even comprehend. Unconsciously he put the tip of his actuator in his mouth, chewing on it; rather viciously, honestly. It was a coping method he'd often employ in situations like this, though he was rarely aware he was until it was pointed out to him. The Cybertronian Vampire was hungry; the bug topside was not enough to satisfy the thirst as by his nature he was rather inefficient with his fuel, and he found snacking without the hunt unfilling. The smells and sights of the, however brief, battle with the legislators coupled with the surrounding victi-Decepticons... Decepticons... not victims. But the surroundings were threatening to overcome his control.
He could not let the beast inside of him unleash itself. Not right now, he'd never survive the wrath of his superiors if he attacked anyone right now. He ticked off the names again in his head, with names, they were superiors, not meals, though the others present didn't get that luxury since he had no clue who they were.