The Energon Pub

Med Bay

Long Haul offlined his optical sensors so he wouldn't have to subject himself to staring up into the bright light above, but what he really wished for was the chance ability to quiet his audio receptors. Had to keep them on just incase, but the noise of inconsistent and obscene amounts of chatter in the room drowned out any pleasant thought he could conjure.

"Anyone still feel jittery at all from... Well, all of that down there?" The transporter coughed up towards the rest of his teammates without casting them a look. "Man... Imagine the stuff we could do! Talk about awesome, amiright?"

-

Onslaught's amber visor lit back to life as the medical drone had finished performing its more extensive repair on the Combaticon commander's chassis. A quick run through of his primary systems was followed by testing his auxiliary controls over his various parts, his left hand quickly producing a small wave like pattern to demonstrate there was no stiffness in his joints.

Excellent.

With his right arm, Onslaught manually closed the access panel located on his upper torso as the medical drone simply buzzed off to tend to another patient. He pivoted on his berth until both legs hung over the side of the table. He rose to his full height have his actuators another sample of endurance testing, each digit going in and out in corresponding waves. His fists clenched into tight balls to finish off the little display of health as his subordinate awoken shortly following his own.

"Onslaught? Do we have new orders?"

"Precisely what I'm going to check up on." The blue and olive Decepticon replied, peering down at the team's defacto-marksman as he lay on his berth. He switched his attention towards the Constructicons who were all gathered in the corner of the room, save for Scrapper and Hook, who the latter was in Swindle and Vortex's hands at the moment. He looked back towards Blast-Off and Brawl and kept his voice low enough as to not attracted any attention from the green and purple team now behind him. "While I gather updates from Lord Razorclaw, you're free to either go about helping Vortex and Swindle with Hook, or you can go and enjoy the limited downtime the rest of the Decepticons are indulging in. Just be sure to keep comms open in the event things begin to shift from the bridge." Onslaught then pivoted on his heel and made his way towards the exit.

"Which is where you'll find me if I'm needed for anything."

Lounge

There was no denying he was the last of the Stunticon trio to arrive at the lounge, and Wildrider wasted no time in making sure he was fully aware of the fact too. To be honest, the warrior couldn't have cared less, Motormaster was gonna punish them all eventually, so rushing to the lounge had little to no meaning towards Dead End. He simply shrugged in response to Wildrider's "victory speech".

"Drag Strip isn't here yet, I say he's the real loser today." The Crimson and yellow warrior quipped in his famous deadpan tone as he took a seat at one of the central tables. "Let him tell the boss, heheheh."

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Blitzwing stumbled in shortly following the Stunticons, standing in the doorway as he peered around the room and took in the sight of all his comrades relaxing a little for the time being.

"Pint of Ex Machina," he ordered as he approached the bar and took a seat to the left of Skullcruncher, "skip the straw but don't hold out on one of those little umbrellas."

Needlenose was shocked at how quickly this place was beginning to fill up, almost beginning to regret having stepped behind the counter when no one was in here. Too many were requesting drinks to just drop out now... His reputation could be ruined!

"Coming right up!" He replied hastily to the thuggish commando sitting across from him while Wildrider loudly inquired for a drink across the room. "Hey, I'm not a service bot! You want a round, come order it!"

Peering under the counter, he located Blitzwing's preferred beverage in little to no time and brought it above the counter. He peered at the container and saw it was just the right amount the tan and purple triplechanger requested. He shrugged as he popped the top and fixated a tiny neon umbrella into the liquid. The fashionista-turned-momentary-bartender then slid the pint over towards Blitzwing, who caught it midslide.

"So..." Blitzwing murmured shortly following a gulp of his medium grade beverage, trying to avoid the awkward silence that followed his arrival, "How about that fight back there?"

-

*Give me five of those Earthan minutes, I'll show you that we've changed.*

Warwolf stared into his reflection on the blank screen of the datapad, unsure whether to trust his more violent half on taking control. Five minutes... It didn't seem like a lot of time, but five minutes being locked in a tight room with a violent animal can be an eternity of hell for anyone not strong enough to put him down. On the other hand though, he didn't feel the beast's claw digging into the back of his processor... It could very well be a front he employed to lower his defenses, making it all the easier to slip in and take control.

Five minutes... Not a tick more...

"Reveling are we over by the bar. Care to join us would you?"

The interrogator twitched slightly as the sudden approach of Weirdwolf startled him back into the reality around him. He peered down at the reflection in the datapad and found its expressions making his once again. Behind his protective mouthplate bore a big toothy grin. He was in...

"My, dare I say you startled me there, Ol' Wolf of Weird!" The lupine Decepticon replied to the yellow and green thespian in a much more charismatic manner than he was royally known for, his tone mimicking that of Weirdwolf's unusual speech pattern. "Forgive me, I was busy overlooking something there for a friend of mine, but I suppose I could use a break and partake in a round or two with the rest of you fine mechs!" Warwolf rose from his seat and patted his fellow canine-former on the shoulder before walking over to the bar, Weirdwolf probably trailing not to far behind him.

"So what's everyone having?!"

Outside Med Bay

“A mutiny?!” The teleporter exclaimed before quickly lowering his vocals to a whisper. “Are you planning on taking over the Thanatos or something?”

Starscream nearly laughed out loud. He managed to keep his response to a chuckle.

"Take over this thing?" he asked. "No way. It's way too big. Besides, just about every senior Decepticon officer is on board. It would be..."

He paused at the thought of having all the high-ranking Decepticons in 1 general area, and the opportunities it presents. Just how big an explosion would be needed to destroy the Thanatos? Or at least render it inoperative, perhaps trapping the others on it? But for that to work, all the shuttles would have to be disabled or removed and...oh yeah, the shuttles.

"No, a straight and open defiance against the leadership would be foolish." Starscream replied. "But before I continue, I need an answer. From the both of you. If I were to initiate a plan to undermine the current leadership, can I include you in the plans? Can I trust you?"

Starscream then looked back over to Lock On and Vertigo and just smirked.

((OOC: I'm gonna nudge Swindle along as a NPC to keep the story going

Security Wing

"You're a real help, Swindle. Usually you're all over situations like this."

The Combaticon munitions expert payed little mind to Vortex's complaints while he leaned back in one of the nearby chairs with his boots hoisted onto the edge of the nearby desk. His hands were intertwined and resting behind his processor as his thoughts were more focused on potential marketing schemes he could try and establish with this newfound constructi-tech. Ooo that was a good name for it! Might have to write that down for later...

Hook's reawakening and immediate questioning about his current location left Swindle without any time to squeeze in a worded response, only following Vortex's nodding shortly after the duo exchanged a slight glance with one another.

"Good. Well then, as I'm not in dire need of repairs, how about a brief stopover at the bar? I could use a stiff shot of engex."

Swindle's audio sensors perked at the green and purple engineer's need for a drink, his sly and devilish smirk almost instantly forming across his faceplate as he quickly shot up from his seat.

"Follow my lead on this." He quickly leaned in towards his fellow Combaticon and whispered to him as he stuck his hand out to assist Hook up to his feet.

"Oh no worries there, Hook Ol' friend! I understand completely. I mean, that desert heat? Reallllly leaves a mech parched. If it's the bar you wanna see, then I say lets ditch these dull quarters and put some metal to the pedal!"

Corridor Network

>>"I'm in position, Soundwave. Looks like Razorclaw had a similar idea. Tantrum guards Sixshot's chamber. Doubt anyone will mess with him, but it might things tricky for us later."<<

The presence of the Predacon standing did not surprise Soundwave in the least. Razorclaw was doing well in securing himself as the new Supreme Commander, already thinking two steps ahead to ensure complete clairvoyance over his underlings. Ravage had a point though when he mentioned how difficult things would be with Tantrum there. Trying to get the raging mess that is the bull-former to abandon his post somehow wasn't going to an easy task. Lucky for them it wasn't Headstrong watching over the chamber...

>>"Well done, Ravage."<< The blue and white Decepticon congratulated over the comm line he shared with the feline cassette, >>"Work your way back towards my position. We need to formulate a way inside without drawing any unnecessary attention our way."<<

>>"It might behoove you to know, Soundwave, that I recently picked up some interesting Terran chatter. When we were down fighting the Fallen, I dug a little deeper. It seems one of Onslaught's little soldiers has misplaced a few of his armaments."<<

Soundwave halted in his tracks as Ratbat's stream of information filled his comm device. He paused to assess what he had just heard, unsure of what this could spell for the Decepticons and the Cybertronians as a whole for that matter.

>>"What is the status of the missing armaments now?"<<

>>"The fleshbags have them. They have no idea what they have yet...but...it's only a matter of time."<<

>>"My thoughts exactly..."<< Soundwave replied after a short moment of silence as he slowly kicked off back down the corridor. Was this the source of the uneasiness he felt after the battle with the Fallen concluded? That would be quite the hunch if it were true, but dealing with this matter had just elevated to the top of his priority chart. His meeting with Sixshot may have to be a little less "direct" than he was hoping for, but maintaining the Cybertronian infiltration protocols were far too important to not shift focus upon. >>"Patch me through to the signals you were monitoring, Ratbat."<<

Bridge

Onslaught stepped into the bridge of the mighty Predacon battlecruiser and looked around, gauging who was now residing in the chamber. It appeared to the Combaticon commander that he was the only one in the room who wasn't a direct part of Razorclaw's bestial tribe. He settled in further to the room and stood beside Razorclaw's throne of a command chair, folding his arms over his chest armor as he and the rest of the bridge was illuminated in the glow of Earth's terrestrial satellite.

"Second fleet? What brings them this far out?" Onslaught questioned openly to no one in particular following Headstrong's surveillance reading. He peered over towards the closest ally he had outside of his own team. "You don't think they might have come because of Megatron's...absence now, do you?"

"Highly doubtful." Came an infamously monotoned voice from the back of the room. Onslaught turned slightly to view the speaker, only to meet visor to visor with Soundwave as he approached the group of Decpeticons. "No one has broadcasted such news yet nor has Scorponok himself checked in from his sector of the Galaxy. Regardless, the arrival of those ships in this particular sector is just another staple on the ever-growing list of issues we must deal with."

Onslaught's facial features scrunched into a distasteful glare as the communications officer made his way around the back side of Razorclaw's command chair, now standing before him and presenting the Predacon commander with a slight bow as he placed his right hand over the Decepticon insignia on his chest plate.

"My lord," the blue and white Decepticon began as he rose back to his full height, his tone remaining flat and monotonous as he addressed the newly established Supreme Commander, "Forgive the intrusion, but one of my spies has located something of vital importance over the terrestrial communication lines which could jeopardize our infiltration protocols." The display console fixated on Soundwave's chest flashed to life as the data Ratbat acquired filled out most of the screen.

"It appears the humans have stumbled across some of our technology."

Med-Bay

"Anyone still feel jittery at all from... Well, all of that down there? Man... Imagine the stuff we could do! Talk about awesome, amiright?"

Mixmaster was practically bouncing on his heels. Very lightly, but noticeably. He had that same level of excitement since the time when Devastator was nearing completion and the behemoth was soon to be more than just a blueprint. He was glad someone else shared that same level of satisfaction. Scrapper and Hook were always so reserved about their work, and Bonecrusher was the tough guy. Scavenger, though, Mixmaster knew he was probably pretty giddy about the whole thing, too. It'd be a lot harder for 'Cons to bully him now, knowing what he could become.

"So so so right, hehehe," Mixmaster chuckled. "We can do anything. We could lead. Well, he could."

It was so weird talking about Devastator in the third person. He was them, and they were him. But it was like he was a separate being altogether too. It was weird.

He thought a moment more about Long Haul's first question.

"Jittery? What kinda jitters? I feel like I could punch a hole in Fortress Maximus!"
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Security Wing

"Oh no worries there, Hook Ol' friend! I understand completely. I mean, that desert heat? Reallllly leaves a mech parched. If it's the bar you wanna see, then I say lets ditch these dull quarters and put some metal to the pedal!" Swindle said.

Swindle. Ugh. The smarm practically oozed off of him. He was more than a little thankful that his need to deal with the insipid little aft-kiss was exceedingly minimal. At least he was being agreeable.

"Good. Shall we then?" the Constructicon Surgical Engineer said before turning and heading out, not waiting for a response from either of the two Combaticons.
___

What a self-absorbed prick, Vortex thought as he watched the interaction between Hook and Swindle. Swindle had wanted to take the lead on handling this and Vortex saw no real reason why he couldn't, so he just remained silent and let the situation play out. And from the looks of it, they were heading to the bar. He wasn't about to argue with that. At least the Predacons had the good sense to convert one of Shockwave's storage rooms into just such a location on this scow.

"After you," Vortex said, motioning for Swindle to follow after the egotistical Constructicon.
___

Bridge

Scrapper's arrival on the bridge was unannounced. He wasn't sure how their new commander would take that, but given how the new power structure needed to shake out, Scrapper didn't think he would be unwelcome. Perhaps just a moment of surprise or curiosity and then on to business. Scrapper certainly had no intention of remaining here any longer than need be.

Onslaught, however, had already arrived and looked to be in deep discussion with the Decepticon Supreme Commander, so Scrapper decided it would be wise to simply wait his turn. In the meantime, he exchanged a few awkward glances with the other Predacons who were currently manning the bridge. None of them seemed to have any idea of what he was doing here.

Devastator would change that outlook. Perhaps not as quickly as he would like, but it would change.

Bridge

“Those are not the only problems we face, I’m afraid.”

Flamewar reclined lightly against the wall, partially obscured by shadow. Her crimson optics flickered online as she lightly pushed off. A small show of her prowess in stealth. It served many purposes, but mostly to prove how useful…or dangerous she could be. She moved around the Predacon leader’s chair in order to offer him a slight bow.

“My lord. It has been one breem,” she said with quiet deference, rising back to her full height. Flamewar glanced at Onslaught then to Soundwave with equal amounts of indifference in her gaze. “Would you like to hear my debriefing here or in private, Lord Razorclaw?”

While her outward demeanor was the picture of poise and calm, Flamewar’s inner thoughts broiled at the news of these two new issues. The arrival of the second fleet into this sector was an eventuality that she had expected at some point, but not this soon. News of Megatron’s disappearance had not traveled to the other fleets quite yet or else Scorponok would have come in full force.

Her optics flicked to the side as Scrapper entered the room. Lovely. More company. Still, the Constructicon leader had as much right to be here as any of them. Especially with whatever that green monstrosity had been. Regardless, Soundwave’s revelation also proved to be quite worrisome. A breach in infiltration protocol could be potentially disastrous. The technology needed to be recovered with haste.

Flamewar’s optics flicked back to Razorclaw, curious to see how he would respond to the situation.


Lounge

"My, dare I say you startled me there, Ol' Wolf of Weird!"

Weirdwolf peered down at his fellow lupine mech. He certainly had not seemed all that startled. But something…felt a bit off. He could not quite place it, but rarely were his senses wrong. Still. It did not make his hackles rise or send a chill down his spine as his sixth sense sometimes did. Just an odd feeling. Curious.

"Forgive me, I was busy overlooking something there for a friend of mine, but I suppose I could use a break and partake in a round or two with the rest of you fine mechs!"

“Please,” Weirdwolf said gesturing for Warwolf to take the lead over to the bar. He glanced over to his shoulder as Warwolf patted it as he passed. Hm. Weirdwolf trailed behind the other lupine mechanoid, reassuming his seat next to Skullcruncher as they neared the bar.

"So what's everyone having?!"

“Have I a Mood Whiplash,” Weirdwolf responded, lifting his glass so that Warwolf could see. “Tell me Wolf of War, think you what about transforming this facility into something more reputable? A stage the addition of make would this place pop. For grand poems and plays a setting! A battleground.” Weirdwolf glanced over to Skullcruncher who was still nursing his bottle of high grade.

“Fare you well, my friend? Quenched that unstoppable hunger have you?”

Med-Bay:

Feeling like a new con, Bonecrusher awoke after being repaired. Bonecrusher re-joined the other Constructicons, and joined in the conversation.

Bonecrusher walked torward his team-mates as Mixmaster said, "Jittery? What kinda jitters? I feel like I could punch a hole in Fortress Maximus!"

"I've been thinking, if we have such a powerful force such as Devastator, just imagine what we can accomplish!" Bonecrusher blurted out, "We can kill a Prime with that much force."

Bonecrusher stared off into space, "if Hook were here he'd be talking about how Devastator is an uncontrollable and non-strategic beast no-doubt."

Bonecrusher smirked at Longhaul, "I know I may be an oil slick for saying this, but I'm glad I'm an arm, and not something else." Bonecrusher slightly laughed.

Lounge

“Too bad so sad, Deady. Looks like you get to be the one to talk to Motormaster! But anyway, what’s a guy gotta break to get a drink around here? HEY! Talkin’ to you, fly boy!”

"Drag Strip isn't here yet, I say he's the real loser today. Let him tell the boss, heheheh."

Breakdown actually laughed.

"Yeh. Man, the boss's never gonna let him live that down. He's gonna have the slag beaten outta him for a vorn at least."

Breakdown paused for a moment.

"Oh well. Better him than us," he said cheerfully. "Hey! Seriously! A round over here for the guys that really won that whole Fallen mess!"
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Soundwave's chest cavity

>>"My thoughts exactly...Patch me through to the signals you were monitoring, Ratbat."<<

>>"Of course,"<< Ratbat transmitted back dutifully, retrieving from his internal files the frequencies he had picked up and marked. He then quickly forged a connection between the frequencies and Soundwave's own advanced audio suite. >>"I picked up curious comm chatter at two different Terran military sites. Poor fleshbags...so woefully in over their heads heheh....but....our infiltration protocols are most certainly in jeopardy. We do have some time, though. From what I've seen of this species so far, those in power are fond of keeping secrets from their citizenry. Not unlike us, I suppose."<<

Med Bay

"Man... Imagine the stuff we could do! Talk about awesome, amiright?" Long Haul said.

“Yeah!” Scavenger pitched in, “Think of how fast we could dig a big ole hole!”

"Jittery? What kinda jitters? I feel like I could punch a hole in Fortress Maximus!" Mixmaster commented.

“Or th’ ground!”

"We can kill a Prime with that much force," boasted Bonecrusher.

“Punch him into the hole!”

"I know I may be an oil slick for saying this, but I'm glad I'm an arm, and not something else." Bonecrusher slightly laughed.

“Somethin’ else?” Scavenger said with a curious frown, “Like what? Oh, we could trade if you want! I’d be a great arm! Think of the holes I could dig!” Scavenger puffed out his chest proudly. “Could exca…excav…excavate! Yeah, could do that and make a mine in a breem flat!”

Bridge

Cutting his comm line to Flamewar, Razorclaw turned his attention back to Headstrong who was now informing him of three new objects that had recently appeared within the Sol System. All were ships - one untraceable within the Kuiper Belt, a second with a Decepticon ID tag verifying that it was the Destroyer Burning Justice and finally a third vessel that was clearly an Autobot battleship, one that the Predacon lord recognized.

“Yes, I am well aware that the Burning Justice is one of Scorponok’s ships, Headstrong,” the lion-former growled as he switched the data from his subordinate’s terminal over to the primary holoscreen. “The Sol System seems to be getting more and more popular by the astrosecond.”

Razorclaw paused for a moment to further study the data in front of him. As he did, Rampage managed to provide him with the appropriate status update that the Predacon lord had initially asked for, including the current location of Thunderwing. “Thank you, Rampage,” Razorclaw said plainly, keeping his focus on the holoscreen. “Keep me apprised of Thunderwing’s whereabouts and activities.”

The lion-former then returned his gaze back to Headstrong, who had commented on who the third ship must belong to and was asking for further orders. “Indeed. That vessel is the Autobot Battleship Trion, the newest and most advanced warbird of the enemy’s fleet. It rivals our own ship in sheer size and power. The computer wouldn’t be able to identify it yet as it shouldn’t even be in active service according to the most recent DSS files that I’ve read. Interesting that the Trion is here now well ahead of schedule. The Autobots must be desperate to counter the Thanatos. I must have a word with Flamewar about it during our upcoming briefing. Perhaps she will have more intel to share.”

Razorclaw shifted slightly in the command chair as he considered what to do in regards to the 2nd Fleet ship that was now in system. If they made contact with the Burning Justice then the occupants would likely want to speak with Megatron of at least want to know where the slagmaker was. That would open up a can of cyber-worms that could ultimately lead to Scorponok finding out about Megatron’s disappearance and the shift in leadership. If that occurred then Scorponok would likely make his way to the Sol System to take the throne for himself. Razorclaw was currently in no position to defend his claim to the throne against such power, at least not yet. The lion-former needed more time to prepare or as much time as he could get.

“As for the Burning Justice, make no attempt to contact it for now, Headstrong,” Razorclaw replied as the bridge doors slid open to allow Onslaught to enter. “Their ghost shield indicates that they don’t want to be seen, and I would surmise that its chasing after that first object lost in the Kuiper Belt, likely another ‘bot ship. No need to become involved in something that doesn’t directly concern us. However, alert me immediately if the Burning Justice attempts contact with us, and I will handle things accordingly. Until that time we shall remain focused on more important matters here on Sol-3.”

Razorclaw then turned to regard Onslaught as the Combaticon leader stood by the command chair. “It’s good to see you fully repaired, old friend,” the Predacon lord said with a nod of approval. Onslaught’s concern about the 2nd Fleet ship was a valid one. “No, they appear to be chasing something in the....” The lion-former’s words were cut short by the arrival of Soundwave, who seemed to be on the same wavelength as the Predacon Commander. The Communications specialist apologized for the interruption before bringing yet another concern to the Decepticon leader’s attention. Apparently, Ratbat had discovered that the humans had somehow acquired Cybertronian technology which threatened infiltration protocols.

It was times like this that Razorclaw questioned whether or not it had been a good idea to claim the throne for himself. While the lion-former was an excellent battlefield commander and a natural leader of his Predacon unit, assuming control of the whole of the Decepticon Empire was another animal entirely. The increased responsibilities, the backstabbing, the red tape, the constant power struggles and the politics were all things that Razorclaw never had to worry about before when it was just him and his Predacons. The lion-former sometimes wished he could just go back to those simpler days, but too much was a stake for that to happen now. Still, if the slagmaker, himself, happened to walk through that bridge door right now, Razorclaw would be more than willing and happy to give the throne, and all of its responsibilities, back to him.

However, that was not going to happen, not now at any rate. Instead, it was up to Razorclaw to hold things together and further cement his claim on the throne in order to keep the empire from collapsing due to Megatron’s absence. Shaking himself out of his musings, the Predacon lord leaned forward towards Soundwave’s chest display that showed all of the available data regarding the missing tech. When it became clear to him what had happened, Razorclaw sat back and turned his attention over to the Combaticon Commander.

“It seems, Commander Onslaught, that a pair of rockets were discovered by the humans in a place called Kansas after a recent excursion your team had to the surface,” the Predacon lord informed his closest ally. “And now the American military have them, but they don’t appear to know what they have yet. Those missiles must be retrieved, my friend, and quickly. Gather your unit and head down to the surface ASAP. Your Earthen alt modes should give you the necessary cover as our weapons appear to be located on two military installations. Take Ratbat with you and a couple of the seekers, as well. Skywarp and Thundercracker would be good candidates.”

Razorclaw then tuned his gaze to the Communications Expert. “Soundwave provide all data your have acquired on this matter to Onslaught and his team, but I want you to remain behind here on board the Thanatos once they have departed. I have need of your talents. If you feel it is necessary, send another one of your cassettes along with Ratbat, but I leave that up to your discretion.”

With his orders given, Razorclaw’s attention was then drawn to Flamewar, who had stealthily entered the bridge and was now addressing the Decepticon leader after giving him a slight bow and informing him that it had been one breem. “Indeed it has, my dear,” the Predacon lord said as he stood from the command chair. “We will discuss things in the briefing room. After you.” Razorclaw motioned towards a nearby door that lead to the adjacent room.

As the pair made their way across the bridge, the lion-former took notice of the Constructicon leader standing off to one side. “Commander Scrapper, it’s good to see that you are back on your feet so soon. I take it that the rest of your team are also doing well. My apologies for the wait. Things have gotten rather busy around here as you can see. Once my meeting with Flamewar is completed, we will sit down and have our own debriefing. It shouldn’t take too long.”

Razorclaw placed a friendly hand onto Scrapper’s shoulder plate and nodded before removing it and then following Flamewar into the briefing room.

Med-Bay:

“Yeah!” Scavenger pitched in, “Think of how fast we could dig a big ole hole!”

"Did you guys see how I can deploy my drill in arm form?” asked Bonecrusher, “I can drill holes with it as I am, but as Devastator, we can drill holes through planets!"


"'We can kill a Prime with that much force,' boasted Bonecrusher.
'Punch him into the hole!' said Scavenger."

"Preach it!" shouted Bonecrusher with a slight laugh.


“Somethin’ else?” Scavenger said with a curious frown, “Like what? Oh, we could trade if you want! I’d be a great arm! Think of the holes I could dig!” Scavenger puffed out his chest proudly. “Could exca…excav…excavate! Yeah, could do that and make a mine in a breem flat!”

Bonecrusher responded, “Haha very funny, you are an arm. And the section I was saying I was glad I wasn’t was, well, where Longhaul is located.” Bonecrusher bursted out laughing, “Oh Longhaul, at least you make sturdy hips."

Bridge

Flamewar stood patiently by as Razorclaw addressed the others. By her reckoning, the issues were fairly well handled for the moment. However, she was curious as to how the Predacon lord would ‘handle’ a call from the Burning Justice. Her red optics flitted to Soundwave as Razorclaw addressed him. It appeared as if he would be staying aboard the ship. Good, good. It was wise of Razorclaw to keep him about. Easier to keep an optic on all.

As the Predacon lord’s optics fell on her, she matched his gaze. “Indeed it has, my dear,” the Predacon lord said as he stood from the command chair. “We will discuss things in the briefing room. After you.”

“As you wish,” Flamewar said with a slight bow. She made her way toward the indicated room, pausing to watch Razorclaw greet Scrapper. After their brief exchange, she disappeared into the briefing room to await Razorclaw’s arrival.

Briefing Room

As Razorclaw entered the room and closed the door behind him, Flamewar bowed her head respectfully before beginning.

“Regarding the execution of seeker Bitstream: the Decepticon in question had, in the commotion of the battle with the Fallen, flown down to Sixshot who had fallen on the plateau. He displayed knowledge of the Phase Sixer’s shutdown code, and attempted to share it with an Autobot. He was executed immediately before it would be disclosed.”

“I presume he learned it from Starscream. It is unclear how many other of his seekers he may have disclosed the shutdown code to. I recommend changing it swiftly,” she continued, watching the Predacon lord curiously.

Lounge

Windsweeper busily continued to tidy up the bar as more and more mechs began to filter in. Sheesh, what was this place, the mess hall? It didn’t help that no one bothered to mind their manners whatsoever. Windsweeper grumbled unintelligibly to himself while polishing the counter and swiping up spills.

Another container whizzed by causing Windsweeper to snap up his hand sharply, shooting Needlenose a dirty look. “Be more mindful of how and where you slide the drinks!” he snipped before cleaning up some flecks of energon trailing behind the drink. He followed the trail to Blitzwing, the recipient of said drink.

"How about that fight back there?"

“What the battle with that flaming excuse of a demigod?” Windsweeper asked, fretting around Blitzwing’s hands and drink.

”Lift your hand if you would, I think I see a speck…” Windsweeper muttered aside to Blitzwing.

“What about it? I mean, other than the fact that I still have sand and dirt in places I didn’t even know I had…”


Medical Bay

"While I gather updates from Lord Razorclaw, you're free to either go about helping Vortex and Swindle with Hook, or you can go and enjoy the limited downtime the rest of the Decepticons are indulging in. Just be sure to keep comms open in the event things begin to shift from the bridge."

“Understood, Commander,” came Blast-Off’s terse reply as he sat up and stretched his diodes. He glanced about the room for other Combaticons but only saw Brawl still hanging about. He was surprised to even see the tank-former. He wondered what Brawl felt like doing. Downtime…Mmph. Probably ought to go see what Vortex and Swindle were getting up to. But then again…maybe not?

“Brawl?” Blast-Off called, looking over to his comrade, “What are you going to do?”

Bridge

”The frag I'd want to contact them in the first place,” Headstrong grumbled, clearly beginning to get annoyed himself. A prideful, arrogant and not that bright being like the Predacon ground assault specialist did not take any criticism well. It didn't even have to be criticism. His mind would twist and turn the words of others into imagenary slights against him. Especially when it was left possible for him to interpret the meaning of someone else's words. And Razorclaw had not exactly spoken to him in a tone that Headstrong's mind wouldn't turn into being a veiled insult towards him. Not that it would make the stubborn Predacon challenge his leader physically but it certainly was going to make him extremely uncooperative.

”Why don't you monitor your own damned instruments if you think I can't do my stupid job...” Headstrong muttered quietly, staring angrily at the radar blips on the screen, paying little mind to what his superior was talking about with the other higher ups.


Medical Bay

Brawl had almost followed Onslaught out of the med bay but some momentary synapse in his head had made him stay. Or rather just stand there dumbfounded for a full breem doing absolutely nothing. Until Blast-Off called his name, shaking him out of whatever had stuck him.

”Huh?” That was it. Brawl was starting to shift back to his normal state of loud anger, all too clear in his thundering retort to Blast-Off, ”I am supposed to be doing something?!”


Lounge

Again, Skullcruncher merely grunted moodily in response of Warwolf sitting next to him like he had done earlier with Bonecrusher. It wasn't like he had anything against the other Decepticon but he wasn't feeling very talkative either. Instead he kept staring at his nearly empty bottle of brawler's brew.

“Fare you well, my friend? Quenched that unstoppable hunger have you?”

”Does it look like I have?” Skullcruncher grumbled, gulping down what little was left in his bottle before continuing with a sign of melancholy in his voice, ”I was pummeled into a bedrock by some mutated Autobot possessed by something impossible.”

Outside of Shockwave's Lab

Octane couldn't get over how little their current leadership thought of him. He was stuck in back watching things unless one of the creatures came at him. His importance of being a refuel depot made him to 'valuable' to have out on the field. Octane internally laughed at the idea since no one ever came to him asking for fuel and rarely do they ever. His job is to get fuel and dump it in storage bins. He knows he can be more than a walking fuel tank. It doesn't seem he ever gets any sort of payment for his work. Octane continued to walk around the Thanatos trying to get rid of his frustration until he finds himself in front of Shockwave's lab. It is being guarded by one of his inferior creations, Battle Trap.

"Move over you worthless piece of two alt scrap. I want to see Shockwave. He owes me some improvements for all I've done for the empire. I need new weapons or something so I can smack some Autobots into scrap the next time I see them."

The appearance of Octane surprised Battletrap. Things been fairly quiet since Commander Shockwave's last guest left. The fembot did have a certain quality to her which got her audience with Shockwave. As for the Triple changer, Battletrap could care less about him. It is no secret there is ill will between the Triple Changers and Duocons.

"Commander Shockwave busy. He need time alone. You not allowed to enter."

"Alone? That is all he does when he is in his lab you bumbling idiot. You think you can deny me entrance?"

Battle Trap stands in front of the door with Octane walking towards him. Battle Trap readied himself for whatever Octane tried to do. Octane grappled with the duocon by grabbing for his upper portion. Battletrap held onto the triple changer with all of his might. The two tried to knock each other off balance and slam the other into the floor. To Octane's surprise and dismay, Battletrap was a little stronger than he looked. The one thing Octane did know is Battletrap wasn't really smart. He tripped Battletrap enough to off balance him and for Octane to toss the Duocon off to the side. The moment Battletrap was on the floor, Octane grabbed his shield and jumped on the Duocon using his shield as a thick blade breaking apart the two alt modes. Battletrap's scream could be heard down the hallway and a floor above and below the lab. Once the alt modes were split, Octane used his shield to knock Battletrap unconscious by bashing his shield into Battletrap's head.

"This is why us Triple Changers will always be the better experiment of Shockwave you dumb Duocon. You were always too dumb to realize who your superiors were and too coward hiding behind Shockwave. Now time to get my audience with the commander."

Octane returned to the door and knocked on it.

"Commander Shockwave, I have a request of you and need to speak to you face to face."

((OOC-In light of the inactive player, I'm resuming control of Astrotrain))

Outside Shockwave's Laboratory

Astrotrain had followed after Octane all the way up until he figured out where he was going. Not to far ahead was Shockwave's primary laboratory aboard this particular vessel he had built under Megatron's commission a long, long time ago.

"Oh frag," the triple-changer grunted out as he saw Octane standing just outside.

He had no desire to go in there right now.
___

Shockwave's Laboratory

It was not long after Flamewar's departure that another interruption made itself known. If it had been a grunt, Shockwave might have deemed it necessary to permanently incapacitate the interloper and leave them outside to discourage any further such interference with his work. For a former member of the Cybertron's old Triorian Guard, however, and Unit designate 003 in his revolutionary triple-transformation process, Shockwave had no particular objections to this interruption.

"Imperative: enter," the strategist said, unemotionally as ever.
___

Med-Bay

I saw the drills! Niiice," Mixmaster chuckled, enjoying his teammate's rare expression of enthusiasm. Anything that gave him a new way to pound Autobots, Mixmaster was pretty sure Bonecrusher would be a happy camper with it. As Bonecrusher turned his attention to Long Haul, Mixmaster did too, though for somewhat different reasons.

"You seem off, Hauly. What's glitched your grinders? We just became the most powerful entity in the empire, heh. Heheh."

Hallway on the way to the LOUNGE

Hook nodded and spun on his heel to head towards the lounge, "Am I to assume our current leader has begun to ponder how to spread our work onto less suited scrap heaps?"

He kept walking however speaking more for effect than conversation, "The process is extremely volatile. Both on the individual and the sum of the parts. I'm sure you both saw the damage that Scrapper, my only smart brother, and Longhaul endured. Crunching the giga-quads of data flowing through my processors and their own has given me no small insight on how to improve the process. As it stands without my genius level intellect the Devestator would have been rendered a drooling buffoon."

He suddenly spun around to stare at Vortex, "Tell me how much do you trust your brothers inside your head hmm?"

Lounge

Once he has his answer he turns back around and resumes his stomp/walk towards the lounge plopping into the nearest seat not occupied, "I require one gram of engex, two grams of lubricant, and 2 grams of energon mixed please. And don't shake it or it'll overreact and have Mixmaster down here drooling everywhere."

Hallway


Misfire was lost. He didn't know what to do and didn't have orders. At least he didn't have a gun, or else it'd be worse. So he tagged along with Hook and followed him into the Lounge.

Lounge

He entered the Lounge and took a seat. Looking at Hook, he asked, "What's good to drink here?"

Briefing Room

Razorclaw entered the room, allowing the door to slide shut behind him. He approached the center table that Flamewar was standing next to and quietly listened as she began to speak. Her first order of business was to explain the execution of Bitstream for his transgressions down on the surface during the battle with the Fallen. Apparently, the seeker had at least some knowledge of Sixshot’s shutdown code and then had the gull to try and share it was an Autobot. How he procured it was unknown. Bitstream likely heard it being spoken by Starscream, either directly or indirectly. Regardless, it no longer mattered as Bitstream was of no further concern.

However, Starscream was still of paramount concern to the Predacon lord, as was Thunderwing and a great many other issues he was now facing. That cowardly Seeker Commander, along with anyone else who may now hold the key to controlling the STAG, was more than enough reason why it was important to somehow have the shutdown code altered. Shockwave was their best chance of making that happen as it was the purple scientist who had installed said code for Megatron to begin with.

“You did well, Flamewar,” Razorclaw responded, commending the black operative for handling the situation with Bitstream before any sensitive information was shared with the enemy. “Your termination of the seeker was justified. Traitors to the cause deserve no less than death. As for the shutdown code, I agree that it must be changed ASAP to ensure that Starscream does not try and utilize the sixschanger to help him take the throne or cause any other disruptions. Megatron was wise to keep the Phase Sixer on a tight leash. A weapon of his magnitude must be controlled, but it must be with the right mech holding the leash. In this case - me.”

The lion-former stood a few feet from the femme, his arms crossed over his chest plate. “The question that now remains is how do we change the code? Shockwave was the one who originally installed it per the slagmaker’s instructions, so he is the one who would be able to alter it now. Of course, I recently overthrew him as Decepticon leader so it is unlikely Shockwave will be willing to help me out of any sense of loyalty, and even if he does agree to help I’m sure there will be strings attached. It would only be logical for him to get something out of this situation.”

Razorclaw paused for a moment, rubbing his chin guard with his right hand while turning to face a glass window that overlooked the lunar landscape. Shockwave would probably agree with the lion-former’s request as logic would dictate that Starscream needed to be removed from the STAG equation. However, Shockwave might also use this as an opportunity to gain control of Sixshot and then use him to retake the throne swiftly and without much energon shed. Razorclaw needed to tread carefully here as a battle with the sixchanger would have a far different outcome than with either Shockwave or Thunderwing.

“Unfortunately, I have few other options available to me. The code must be changed and soon,” the Predacon lord admitted before returning his gaze to the femme. “Flamewar, do you think you can help me convince Shockwave to alter the code, and even more so, do you think I can trust him?”

Outside Med Bay

Starscream almost laughed at Skywarp’s question about taking over the Thanatos. Any smart mech should know that would be near impossible to do, but then again the teleporter was far from the most intelligent ‘Con on board. That’s why he was a mere grunt and Starscream led the seekers.

“Yeah, you’re right, Starscream. That would be foolish. What was I thinking? Heh,” Skywarp replied with a slight shrug before the Seeker Commander asked both the prankster and Nightraven if he could trust them. Apparently, he wanted to include them in his plan to undermine the current Predacon leadership. The question seemed silly to Skywarp as he had never given Starscream any reason in the past to doubt his loyalty. The teleporter may be a bit of a fool at times, but being loyal to his immediate superior was never a problem for him.

“Of course, you can trust me. I've always had your back. If your plan includes you taking the throne then sure count me in! I’d love nothing more than to see Razorclaw and his pack of wild animals knocked down off their pedestal,” Skywarp said as he glanced over at Nightraven and nodded, not wanting to answer for her, before returning his attention to Starscream. “What do you have in mind?”

Lounge

Hook looked over at Misfire, "Nothing is good here. I've not tasted a thing that compares to home's energon. All this converted mess leaves quantum tags that translate into different tastes. No, I've not tasted anything good in a Meta-cycle." He turned back to the find his drink order with each part put in separate containers. With a deliberate hand he drank each one down separately, shuddering as his systems quaked as they combined and the chemical reactions sent a small amount of energon steam from his mouth.

Med-Bay:

After Mixmaster asked Longhaul what's wrong, Bonecrusher's interests turned from being insensitive, to concerned for once.

"What's with the long face Longhaul?" asked Bonecrusher, "I didn't mean anything by that joke, hehe sorry if it hurt your 'feelings.'"

Bonecrusher turned towards Mixmaster and wispered in his sound receptors, "Huh, Longhaul usually doesn't act like this if we get a new weapon, he usually is happy, but for some reason he seems almost worried or something." Bonecrusher turned back towards Longhaul's general direction, "Devastator may be smaller than Metroplex, but Devastator is tougher, faster, and just all around more capable, we are a force to not be messed with." Bonecrusher chuckled slightly. "and dare I say it, maybe Devastator is even smarter with our minds all merged."

Med Bay

”Huh?” That was it. Brawl was starting to shift back to his normal state of loud anger, all too clear in his thundering retort to Blast-Off, ”I am supposed to be doing something?!”

Blast-Off sighed and shook his head. Swinging his legs over the side of the berth, he stood and stretched his stiff limbs. He moved passed the lummox, giving his comrade a wave as he passed. “Nevermind, Brawl. You just do whatever it is you do in your free time.”

Blast-Off rubbed his chin. Onslaught was on the bridge. Vortex and Swindle were tending to that Constructicon. Brawl was an idiot. He had been given the liberty of downtime, but what precisely did he want to do? He paused just outside of the med bay, lingering in the corridor in full view of Brawl. Perhaps he could join them in guarding the Constructicon…but then he seldom got time away from his boorish and insane comrades. Well, kind of. He tend to observe from on high. Far from the others. But he listened to their chatter. But…it wasn’t really quite the same, was it?

Blast-Off agonized on a decision, glancing back at Brawl. Maybe Brawl wanted to go get a drink? But then…Brawl wasn’t exactly good company at the best of times. Still…

“Actually, Brawl…perhaps you’d like to join me in a drink?”

Immediate regret surged through Blast-Off the moment those words escaped his vocalizer.


Lounge

"Yeh. Man, the boss's never gonna let him live that down. He's gonna have the slag beaten outta him for a vorn at least."

“Muahahahaha!” Wildrider cackled, “I can’t even imagine what the boss is doing to that fragger.”

"Oh well. Better him than us," Breakdown said cheerfully. "Hey! Seriously! A round over here for the guys that really won that whole Fallen mess!"

Wildrider plopped down onto a seat next to Breakdown, waving his hand in the air.

“And do it ASAP or I start making some real noise in here!” Wildrider pitched in. Actually, making some noise sounded like a lot of fun. Lotta good mechs around here to do it with too. Blitzwing was always good for a brawl. Vortex could be. Couple of brooders hanging around though, not counting Dead End. Wildrider never really got a good read on Weirdwolf and Skullcruncher.

Bringing his voice down to a rare, but still kind of loud whisper, Wildrider glanced sidelong at Dead End and Breakdown. “Hey. Aren’t those two over there from ole Scorpy’s bunch? Wonder what kinda mechs get sent over here...” Wildrider glanced at them. Yep. He was getting a little itchy for a scrap.

Briefing Room

“You did well, Flamewar.”

The black operative bowed her head in respectful silence. However, she did not need any affirmation of whether or not she was in the right. Her dealings with the DJD had acquainted her well with their definition of justice. Still. Flamewar listened as the Predacon leader conjectured about his next move. He, of course, wanted to hold Sixshot’s leash like all others who would perch upon Megatron’s recently vacated throne. To be expected. However, she was still surprised at the resentment she felt toward Razorclaw for saying it nonetheless. Foolish. Sixshot hadn’t yet responded to her overtures. No time to be emotional.

Flamewar continued to listen silently, lifting her head up and gazing at Razorclaw with crimson optics as he got onto the topic of Shockwave. She felt the urge to smile a little as he verbally ran through some of her earlier mental tabulations when dealing with the cycloptic scientist.

“Unfortunately, I have few other options available to me. The code must be changed and soon,” the Predacon lord admitted before returning his gaze to the femme. “Flamewar, do you think you can help me convince Shockwave to alter the code, and even more so, do you think I can trust him?”

Asking for counsel? Interesting. Quite an auspicious turn of events. Flamewar would remain wary until she was sure that she was among the Predacon lord’s trusted inner circle, but this seemed like an excellent first step. She smiled with warmth outwardly at Razorclaw.

“Of course, I will help you convince Shockwave,” she replied, stepping closer. Flamewar rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she moved a touch into Razorclaw’s personal space. “But trust Shockwave? I would not think to do so for any reasonable length of time. He has an agenda of his own. But…as long as it coincides with yours, he will not become a hindrance. Right now, he likely has more to gain by assisting you than opposing you.”

“I mean, after all, you did best him earlier, right? A little before I arrived, though. Mm…Shame. I never got to see you in action,” Flamewar said coyly, resting a hand lightly on Razorclaw’s arm.

Stepping away to allow herself some room, Flamewar offered Razorclaw a slight bow. “Regardless, I will accompany you to Shockwave’s laboratory when you deem it appropriate. Simply give the word.”


Med Bay

“Haha very funny, you are an arm. And the section I was saying I was glad I wasn’t was, well, where Longhaul is located.” Bonecrusher bursted out laughing, “Oh Longhaul, at least you make sturdy hips."

“I am?” Scavenger asked genuinely. “Why didn’t I dig any holes?! I’m sorry, guys! Let ya down…” Bonecrusher’s laughing didn’t make any sense to Scavenger, but he belted out a few good laughs too. “Haha…so uh…yeah. Whoo. Long Haul, you’re great! Way to go!”

Scavenger was completely confused, but he hoped that his response was right. When Mixmaster turned to Long Haul, Scavenger panicked.

"You seem off, Hauly. What's glitched your grinders? We just became the most powerful entity in the empire, heh. Heheh."

Something wrong?! With one of his comrades?! Could not happen! No! He had to do something! Something! Scavenger scampered off to dig through some of the bits and bobs laying around the medical bay, searching for something to cheer him up. Finally, he found it! Hurrying back to Long Haul, he offered up a canister of something. Probably energon.

“Here, ’Haul! This’ll help!”


Medical Bay/Vents

>>"Work your way back towards my position. We need to formulate a way inside without drawing any unnecessary attention our way."<<

>>”Roger that, boss,”<< Ravage replied, lifting himself up off the rafter, stretching a bit as he did so. Mmm…shame. He kind of liked it up here. It was dark. Overlooked a large area. Comfortable. Oh well. Time to get back to it. Ravage slinked across the rafter into the upper ventilation shafts, carefully replacing the covering as he passed.

Very convenient vents could be. Know their layout on a ship and you can go from one end to the other without entering one corridor. Although doing that could be a bit slow. Where was Soundwave anyway? From what his internal readings could tell him, the navy and white Decepticon had headed up to the upper levels. So likely the bridge.

Slinking out of the vents via another grate, Ravage proceeded at a light jog through the corridors.

Bridge

The bridge doors hissed open to admit the jet black feline into the room. Posted at the various stations were the Predacons. Ravage suppressed a low growl. Hurrying over to Soundwave, he leaped and transformed, diving back into the deployer’s chest cavity.

Med Bay

Long Haul nearly leapt in his medical berth the moment Scavenger mentioned he wasn't an arm, ready to trade his position with him more dim-witted brother-at-arms before Bonecrusher quickly reminded Scavvers that he was and arm. He only let out a frustrated grunt as the Bulldozer continued to tease at how fun it was to drill things and not be the Devastator's midsection.

"You seem off Hauly. What's glitches your grinders? We just became the most powerful entity in the empire, heh. Heheh."

The transporter let out another sigh as Bonecrusher attempted to offer him his idea of an apology for his earlier comments about being the hips. To be honest, his position in the combined form didn't really bother him that much.

"It's not that..." He finally spoke up as the medical examiner closed one of his access panels, "I think it's just that I wanna do it again, ya know? Being together- combined as the Devastator... It was like WHOA!" His arms came close to his processor before he shot them outwards to the side in a fashion most humans would regard as having their mind "blown". "I wasn't just the heavy lifter for once, I felt powerful! I felt like I could crush a prime!"

His synapses was immediately put on hold as Scavenger seemed to have picked up on his negative energies and immediately went into full caretaker mode, reaching for the nearest liquid he could find to offer Long Haul.

Here, 'Haul! This'll help!

Long Haul sheepishly took the canister from his comrade before gazing down into the liquid. Huh... Certainly a weird color for energon...and the smoking effect rising from the cup-like canister certainly was something he had not seen before. He swirled the liquid around in its container and noted the fluid's shimmer and lack of overall reflectiveness before bringing it up to his nasal sensors. One sniff of the cocktail and he could feel a shiver run down his spinal cord. Hot damn! Scavvers must've rounded up some high-grade while he was under repairs!

"Thanks Scavvers!" He cheered, holding the smoking drink up like a toast. He plopped a small curly straw into the makeshift cup and opened the induction port fixated on his mouthplate. Then he took a hearty sip...

"YECCKKK!!" He grunted loudly as he dropped the cup all over his lab, the contents of his drink splashing all over his lap. The once blue liquid immediately froze over his chassis and practically bolted him to the medical berth he was lying upon.

"Uh thin' thaa wassent anergon..."

The Lounge

Feint was laying face down on the floor, under a table.

He wished that was because he had too much to drink and had passed out, but that was probably best he wasn't.

**

Feint had been out of commission for quite awhile... the usual stuff... kill a couple (20) commanding officers, lands you in a frozen state for a couple years (decades) as a punishment. Then get thawed out of the cryo-stasis pod only to find everything's changed. New orders, new comanding officer, new assignment, new shooter... Slag it, new shooter, he hated breaking in new shooters.

At least it was a short freeze. But one if the first things he always did after a thaw was test the reflexes.

Only... he didn't have anyone to partner with. With an alt mode of a sniper rifle, he needed someone to shoot him and a place to do it, and someone to shoot at... and none if that was feasible at the moment, his new partner was half way across the galaxy it seemed.

So he made his way to the bar, some big something had just concluded, and everyone seemed edgy. It made him glad he was so extremely short, others didn’t notice him so much. However, he got stepped on easily... his big mouth came in handy for avoiding that, but not today... he was artfully dodging everyone instead of yelling. Until he crossed over the threshold into the bar.

He tripped, yeah, maybe his servos were still defrosting, maybe his connections were still chilled in his brain module as he was walking and counting his bullets at the same time (never trust the Cons with specialty bullets while your locked up, by the way), that had to be it. His embarrassment level was off the scales because if he had one thing going for him, it was grace.

But his bullets had spilled, sprawling their way across the bar. Of course... it wasn't his standard bullets he had, oh no... it was the liquid nitrogen tipped ones that hit the deck.... and so did he, diving for cover under the closest table as he watched... in desperation... as his beloved nitros went rolling away, he really loved those bullets...

Ten bullets dropped... he heard nine clinks as the bullets were forced to stop. Then the tenth... oh scrap.. the tenth hit the foot of Misfire.

Scrap! Misfire! Someone who transforms into a sniper rifle has a natural reaction to a Con like Misfire. Distrust. That dude was dangerous with gun!

Maybe he didn’t notice.

Feint scurried out from the table... no explosions, but he desperately didn't want anyone stepping on his bullets. He fanned out around the bar snapping them all up before a foot befell them. Muttering 'watch it, big foot' and 'move your slagging huge aft" as he did.

Corridors Outside Med Bay

Vertigo's attention drifted to Skywarp as the fellow Seeker said he was 'in', as it were, with any plan their Air Commander had in mind. He did tap his data pad 'with urgency' to get Starscream's attention.

Lock On, however, looked bored...again. Which was normal for him. He had the attention span of a human 4 year old after all. He was ready and looking for something to shoot and/or blow up.

Med-bay:

"Oh scrap!" shouted Bonecrusher as Longhaul dropped to the ground and groaned after drinking Scavy's strange beverage, "here ya go buddy! Let me help you!" Bonecrusher snarled at Scavenger, "no more blue stuff!"

Even though Bonecrusher was only known for destroying things, he was pretty ok at dealing with medical issues as well. He's a soldier, and a soldier has to know how to take care of himself, and his comrades.

Bonecrusher then said to his other bros, "Scavenger, go get Scrapper, I have a strange hunch that Hauly was just poisoned."

Bonecrusher then reached to a nearby table and got a spark checking tool. "His spark is still alright," said Bonecrusher, "but his gas tank is not." Bonecrusher then thought for a second, then said, "now that I think about it, I seem to remember that same fluid being put into my energon beverage, and I think that was what gave me the the gas tank ace. I think our good ol brother Longhaul just had a cupfull of what I only had a drop of, and it doesn't seem good.

"Mixmaster, check that cup under the content magnifier over there, and tell me what it consists of." Bonecrusher then put his head down slightly, "it would be extremely nice if Hook was here."