by #Sideways# » Fri Feb 22, 2013 2:09 pm
- Motto: "Wake up. Wake up and smell the ashes."
- Weapon: Dual Compression Cannons
OoC: Fe, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of a thread-viewer... In other words, this post is a giant.
Pestilence - Bridge
Ugh. Yeah, "ugh" pretty much summed up the entirety of the Pestilence. Mushy, everything stuck to you, the stench was driving Overbite insane, though not more than Skalor's "essence", and worst of all, pretty much everything crawled. You would need to watch your step in some places, out of fear of squishing a young Swarm clone. It was depressingly disgusting, much to the chagrin of Overbite.
Skalor, however, was right at home. He liked everything like this. It gave him a reason to be fouler than his surroundings. It was like some moronic rivalry between the stinky fish and the ship itself.
Watching the Swarm pour out of the room, Overbite walked over to the chair in one of the weapons terminals. Overbite didn't know why he was so optimistic about having a clean place to sit, but he was depressingly wrong. The seat was covered in a film-like goop.
"Primus I hate this place." grumbled Overbite, deciding to stand instead of soiling his armor for weeks.
"I like it. So many-" Skalor paused to take a deep breath in, waving his hand in the air as if a chef preparing a pot of stew was trying to get a whiff of his creation, "Ah, smells to go about."
Skalor sat across the room (thankfully) and promptly sat down in the chair in front of his own weapons terminal with a loud squishing noise, then proceeded to rub himself in the seat to continue said disgusting noise, causing it to echo around the bridge.
Trying to get his mind off the annoyance across the room, Overbite activated the terminal and readied himself for incoming orders. And even though it didn't look like it, Skalor did the same.
*****
Semper Tyrannis - Holding Cell #117
Nightbeat leaned against the wall, taking in what Pointblank told him. Hosehead hadn't been brought in this way? Disturbing at the best. Knowing the Insecticons, there was probably a Cerebro Shell being planted on Hosehead, or worse.
"Hopefully he doesn't do anything moronic and gets himself killed." Nightbeat said with a sigh.
Nightbeat wondered what other members of his little detective-circle were also imprisoned here... Siren, Minerva... Hm.
"So how'd you wind up here, Pointblank? Swarm get you, too?" Nightbeat asked, carefully examining the hallway and it's inhabitants.
*****
Wheelie's mind - Bridge of the Rhythm
Wheelie had forgotten how beautiful the Rhythm was. Gold and chrome, untarnished from the dust storms she had been through. The sun reflected off the golden exterior in a harsh flare. This wasn't just for show, this startling bright exterior was to blind gunners in the right conditions. Unfortunately, these were not of the conditions.
Wheelie stood in the middle of the room, but no one noticed him. This was one of his memories. The floor beneath his feet shook violently. Everyone in the room grabbed hold of anything to stay standing, yet Wheelie was unshaken.
"Report!" barked Cleff, who was sitting tranquilly in her Captain's chair.
"Shields are steadily diminishing at 10 percent!" one transformer called from the corner.
Pressing the button on he chair, Cleff addressed the chief engineer.
"Engine Room, how is that Transwarp Drive coming?" Cleff yelled into the comm on her chair.
"Thirty seconds, mam!" the voice called out through the chair.
Suddenly, the ship shook violently, and a blue corona suddenly disappeared around the Rhythm. The shields were down. A starship came into view on the viewscreen firing purple laser bolts from turrets on the top and bottom of the hull. Their target was the engine room. Upon impact, the engine room erupted into flames. No one could have survived that explosion.
Sparks and stabilization bars fell from the ceiling, showering the area with debris and fire. Suddenly, drill-tipped tentacles sprouted from the starship and shot towards the Rhythm at breakneck speeds. The ship lurched to the side with a jolt when the tentacles slammed into the side of the hull. They then began to drill away, then, once they punctured the hull, they clamped into place.
"We're being boarded! Battle stations, Autobots!" Cleff cried, then turned her chair to face the doorway to the Bridge.
Wheelie turned to where she was facing and saw a familiar small face peeking through the door frame: His own.
"Wheelie, we need to go. Follow me!" Cleff said urgently, standing up from her chair and jogging up to Wheelie.
Grabbing his hand, the two of them ran along the corridors, followed closely by the observing Wheelie. Just ahead, screams were heard down the hallway that was left open by an open door. Muttering a mostly silent apology, Cleff fired her weapon into the panel on the wall. The door closed instantly. Placing her smoking weapon on her hip, Cleff grabbed Wheelie's hand again and pulled him along.
"Wheelie, I'm afraid that this fate I have given you will be worse than death." Cleff said, turning the corner and entering the Escape Pod bay.
All but one of the pods were offline. There would be no way to even open the hatch on the other single-man pods. If only past-Wheelie knew that. Cleff walked Wheelie over to the open pod and carried him into it.
Kneeling down, Cleff dispensed a small syringe from her hip compartment and jabbed it into Wheelie's neck. Then, she pulled out yet another needle and jabbed it into Wheelie's wrist. Wheelie jolted back with pain, but Cleff held him steady.
Dispensing Wheelie's favorite toy -- his Slingshot -- from her pocket, Cleff handed it to Wheelie. She then pulled out her pocket knife, several dots inscribed on the blade and all.
"Take my knife. Press this button to detach the blades, this one to display all three and retract them. Fold it in with your hand." Cleff said, suddenly taking notice of a pounding at the door and maniacal laughs on the other side.
"Cleff? Why are you giving me this knife?" Wheelie asked, taking the hilt of the blade.
"It is important, now listen to me. Do you remember that song I sung to you when you were younger?" Cleff asked urgently, checking back to the door periodically.
"Yes...?" Wheelie said, puzzled.
"Sing it," Cleff said, looking back at the door, now blazing with sparks. They were cutting through, "I'm sorry Wheelie. I... I am so sorry. This fate I am giving you might just be worse than your death, here. Goodbye, Wheelie. I have always-"
Before Wheelie could react, the grief stricken Cleff slammed the airlock shut and jabbed the auto-launch button.
Though he couldn't hear much, Wheelie heard the shouts orders, and Cleff's gun firing. Purple lasers fired back, striking her in the shoulder and chest. She was brought to one knee. Tears welled in Wheelie's eyes as he banged his fist on the window, crying out Cleff's name repeatedly.
Another Transformer walked over and grabbed Cleff by the throat and began to speak to her through clenched jaws. The simple stubborn glare from Cleff was the answer, and the Transformer responded with a curt nod. Then, a large blade formed in the Transformer's hand, then was driven into the chest of Cleff. Wheelie heard her scream.
Tears poured down Wheelie's face as he banged on the door with both hands. The Transformer, noticing the banging, turned to face Wheelie, Cleff's energon dripping from him and Cleff's body hanging from his sword, limp. Brushing off Cleff from his sword, he turned to face Wheelie, giving him a toothy grin. The face of the killer was not the only face burned inside of Wheelie's mind, it was also the face on his chest.
Suddenly, the Auto-Launch kicked in, firing the thrusters and jettisoning him from the Rhythm. Heartbroken, Wheelie slumped back into the chair he was sat in by the now dead Cleff. He curled into a fetal position and began to do what he was told.
"We'll run, run, run about and see what we can see
We'll do whatever we can do, happy as can be..." Wheelie recited, repeating the song many times.
The screen on the door was calibrating a route for reentry for the planet they were over. Wheelie didn't care, in fact, he didn't care about anything. He would soon care, however, for that planet was named LV-117 and it was going to be his home for a very long time.
He began to enter the atmosphere, and the world began to fade. Everything began to go black, a voice was heard, one that was unfamiliar, it said in a muffled voice about delivering something. A hot pain was at his temples, Wheelie cried out in pain and bloodthirsty rage-
Repair Bay
Wheelie awoke with a howling yell. With a will not entirely of his own, Wheelie grabbed a syringe from the table next to him and threw it like a throwing star at whomever was standing in front of him. The Vehicon ducked just in time, for the syringe was going to pierce his optic. Wheelie tore the diodes and cords from his body, howl unrelenting.
Suddenly, he stopped.
Panting, Wheelie sat there, devastation about him, wondering just what happened.