Nemesis – The Reservoir "The Knights of Cybertron..." Skyquake stated, his voice echoing the small room as he lifted his gun barrel away from the Turbomaster and a non-verbal signal given to his guards to re-restrain him back to his slab. "You Autobots and your silly fables."
Two Vehicons guided Thunderclash back onto the slab with little resistance from the Autobot commander, restraining him again with little effort then quickly backing away. Thunderclash merely stared down at the floor, his whole body betraying how defeated that he felt. How broken.
"Take them back to the cells. Get the prep work for their executions done while I attempt to further make contact with the other fleets. Megatron himself would love to see our victory firsthand."
Jerking his head up slightly, Thunderclash looked to Skyquake, a slowly dawning horror coming over him as the realization hit him. Falcon offered Skyquake a swift salute, nonverbally signaling the escort to move into formation around the remaining prisoners. He leaned in to Road Rage’s audio receptor.
“Take a good, long, last look. It’s the last time you’ll ever see your dear commander,” he taunted before prodding her along out of the torture chamber. The Vehicons around Thunderclash began to grab tubes, moving in to do something unspeakable to Thunderclash as the doors shut behind them.
Within the chamber, Thunderclash watched Skyquake as he strolled out, his words torturous. Willing himself with his last ounce of strength, Thunderclash showed none of the despair that he felt. None of the outrage. None of the fury or sorrow or hatred. None of the hope that he still clung to. None of it. His faceplate was a mask, hollow and empty like one who was already dead. As the doors slid shut behind Skyquake, Thunderclash stared forward at the remains of Speed Bump plastered all over the far wall.
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Brig "Put, that away," the sub-commander grunted at Chromia as she pulled out the gem, "You know they most likely have someone watching us right now as we speak. Especially us Turbomasters."
Chromia’s optics narrowed as she looked over to the other cell that Boss was occupying, clenching her fist around the red gem.
They won’t notice if you don’t draw attention to it. Shaking her head, Chromia stood, walking over to the force field that imprisoned her within her cell.
"By the way, I don't recognize you two. Obviously war-torn. Mischievous. You are part of Elita's team, right?"
“’War-torn’? ‘Mischievous’? What
are you talking about?” Chromia called out, planting a hand on her hip. “Yeah, we’re part of ‘Lita’s team. Or were, I should say. Slaggin’ Cons blew our ship up and everyone still on it. We’re what’s left.” Clenching her fists, Chromia looked away from Boss for a moment. Elita wasn’t gone. That was an act. But the others were. All of them. Gone. Oh, Skyquake was gonna pay for that. He was gonna
pay.
Glancing up at Boss as he chattered away, Chromia noted a bit of energon leaking from his head. Must’ve been injured in the fighting…slaggit. She ought to go easy on him then. Probably wasn’t all there in the head right now. He called for a headcount. Something Chromia was sure he’d regret.
“We’re all here,
Boss,” Scorch said from where he sat with his knees tucked up against his chestplate. “Well…except the big boss, Thunders…and all of the injured that we sent onto their ship…” He muttered, pointing to Chromia, “So I guess we’re not really all here…”
“One of the Predator took Road Rage, Speed Bump, and Accel away too,” Hurricane added, “They haven’t come back-“
Hurricane cut off as the doors to the brig hissed open, admitting Falcon,
Road Rage, Accel and their escort of Vehicons. Opening an empty cell, the Vehicons ushered Road Rage and Accel into it before closing it him. A wicked glee was plastered all over Falcon’s faceplate.
“I’m afraid this is where we part for now, my dear. Be sure to tell all of your friends the news!” Waving cheerfully, Falcon and the Vehicon escort took their leave, Falcon making his way to the bridge. Chromia turned to look at the newly arrived
Road Rage.
“What’s he mean? What news?”