Mumu-Obscura - Sub-Laboratory 13Whoever Tarn's Communications Officer was, they didn't send the information...which essentially told Megadeath everything he needed to know. His death was on the landing pad, and it was going to come for him. If he wasn't so busy, Megadeath would've taken a moment to enjoy the pure giddiness welling up in him at the prospect. But ahhh, for more time! The time he wanted to prepare for his guest...the time he NEEDED to secure his little love letter to the living creatures of the universe...
Megadeath could buy himself a few moments, if only that. From the surveillance equipment, he could see the landing pad high above his current position. Keeping his third eye on the surveillance screen while letting his other optics look over the firing solutions for his Experiment's escapecraft, Megadeath wasn't surprised that
Steamhammer, the 'leader' of his little cadre was waiting for the Justice Division to disembark along with that powerful little flyer
Tornado, who'd come to Mumu-Obscura on detachment from Squadron X for 'Viable Membership Recruitment Scouting'. Pah! Megadeath would've thrown him into the next round of test subjects had he not been worried about the X'ers visibility. Alas, now that the DJD was at his door, he could see that his discretion was for naught...
Flipping the surveillance equipment over to the Lab Access Common Area, Megadeath saw a collection of Cons that were under his command. More importantly, they were the soldiers that knew
exactly what Megadeath had been doing in the lower levels, as he'd needed help with the grunt-work on his Experiment. Megadeath flipped on the comm to the group as he finished the programming of the automatic pilot on the escapecraft.
Ripsnorter, Pounder, Backfire, Switchblade, Claw. We have unexpected guests. Very unexpected, very powerful, very upset guests. They will be to you in moments. Please prepare a suitable welcome for them and Steamhammer and Tornado. It would be extremely advantageous to your collective health if the welcome was exceptionally spirited.
Megadeath watched the near-unbridled joy on the faces of the rabble as they prepared for the ambush. He didn't watch for too long though; they were rabble whose slaughter would buy him a little more time, precious time, and he wasn't about to waste the time watching an admittedly fun display of imminent carnage...
Mumu-Obscura - Landing PadSteamhammer looked around nervously for what felt like the four-hundredth time, at the mouth of the entrance to the base facing the large landing bay where the
Peaceful Tyranny had docked. The Decepticon Justice Division.
THE Justice Division. They had landed on his little backwater, and almost certainly for no reason. Someone under Megadeath's command, someone in the Triple Changers' unit, had ended up on The List. The white and purple Decepticon tried to ease his nerves: surely it couldn't have been him. He'd been a supported of Megatron's as far back as the Tarnian Pit Fights. But...would he be judged as well, having apparently allowed DJD-Levels of treason in his ranks? Or had they gone too far under Megadeath's command in neutralizing nearly the entire planets' surface? They were orders from a superior, and Steamhammer had lodged a formal complaint, but...
Were they here to pass judgement on all of them?
It was...a severe thought, but what terrified Steamhammer is that it wasn't far enough outside the realm of possibility for Steamhammer's liking. Not far enough at all.
Still, he was a Decepticon. Hiding components of himself was part of his very nature. He would treat the emissaries of Megatrons' will as good as possible, showing no signs of his apprehension. The Vibratory Shock Hammers built into his gauntlets were folded back and deactivated, and the Blunt Force Rifle he held was power cycled off. Nothing about his posture suggested he was looking for a fight, and he made sure of that. Still, the waiting was getting to him. Steamhammer turned to
Tornado, and the 'cattle catcher' that made up the majority of his helmet's mask lit up with fluctuating lines that matched his voice as he spoke:
"Heh. First a rep from Squadron X looking for talent, then the DJD's personal ship? And to think, Mumu-Obscura used to be the quietest posting in the whole Sector..."