The Energon Pub

Kolkular - Gate Sigma

Quake waited in his tank mode with the occasional, blowing of his horn. Quake sometimes forgot who the enemy was on the battlefield should Motormaster get to close to the Autobots in battle. Quake will just have to blast him by accident. Quake's big ass turret gun rotated around in a circle to stop dead ahead. "I think he just called you a pansy-bot Ruckus." Quake exclaimed. "I am packing a 15+ inches." Referring to his tank barrel. "I see you have been refitted Roadblock. "Referring to his new appearence.

Kolkular – The Forge

Macabre watched idly as Discord went about her seductress routine on him. She was quite good, as he knew she would be. She was a Sweep after all, and this was part of her main function.

“You may accompany me Discord, although I warn you it is not a particularly exciting job. I was hoping to maybe run into some more of our non-drone brethren…”

Macabre trailed off as he heard Long Haul mutter something. The Sweep scowled and quickly made his way over to the Constructicon. “What was that Constructicon? Did you just say something? There is no one here but Sweeps, so you must have been talking to us. Would you like to repeat what you said so we could all hear it?”

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Kolkular - Research Center

Scorponok watched as the various Decepticons left to fulfill their duties and Weirdwolf entered looking for something to do. It was convenient that he had arrived now. He had already summoned Skullcruncher to join them in the lab. He had an assignment for the three powerful warriors.

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Skullcruncher had been walking around the fortress when he had received the summons from Scorponok. He was glad to receive it as he had been rather bored and, he almost hated to admit, hungry. He really didn’t like the taste of Autobots, but there was something about munching them down. Once you had one you just couldn’t stop. He could only hope that the giant, clawed commander had a combat mission in mind for him.

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Scorponok watched Skullcruncher enter the lab and he sealed the door behind him. “Weirdwolf, Mindwipe, Skullcruncher, I have a mission for you. You three will accompany me to Tyrest, but you will not be part of the Tagan Heights assault.” He activated a control on one of the numerous consoles in the room. A map of Cybertron appeared on one of the larger monitors, zoomed in on Tyrest and the neighboring city-states.

“You three will strike Nova Cronum on its southern border. This isn’t a full scale attack, more like a raid or a feint. I want the Autobots to be confused over what our true objective is. Make it look like a major assault. Cause as much noise and destruction as possible, but I recommend not going too far into enemy territory lest you be cut off. Once a considerable number of Autobot forces are converging on you, withdraw back to Tyrest. If we can coordinate this correctly we can sow utter confusion among their ranks and our true attacks will strike that much harder. Questions?”

En route to Polyhex

Sixshot had not liked how Shockwave had treated him. The other Decepticon had turned his back on him, a clear insult to the warrior. He had then threatened him with some sort of intimate information he knew about his construction. He did not believe he had any specific weaknesses anywhere on his frame, but if anyone knew of any it would likely be Shockwave and Scrapper. He was going to have to make a point of talking with the Constructicon later. He would not tolerate anyone knowing of any weaknesses in his design, or of himself even having such weaknesses.

The sixchanger roared through the air in his starfighter mode, his thoughts shifting to the battle ahead. This Omega Supreme must be a mighty warrior for the number of Decepticons and planning going into his eventual defeat. He could only hope that Shockwave would not resort to some of the cowardly methods he had mentioned earlier to take the Autobot down. He wanted to have a challenge in battle.

Kolkular - Gate Sigma

"King of the road?" Ruckus huffed noisily from the position he had taken up leaning near the gate. "All I see is some joker jalopy. And he didn't even bring along his little wind up cars, either." That fact actually did disappoint Ruckus a little. The Stunticons were all slagging lunatics, but he liked to have them around in a scrap. They were just his kind of "shoot first and think later" Decepticons.

Motormaster's jibe wasn't much of a bother, either. That was just the way he'd been programmed. The big lug was essentially a bully, fearless only because he genuinely believed that nothing could hurt him--and wasn't too far off in that assumption. Ruckus, on the other hand, was fearless because his dedication to the Cause left no room for concern for his own well-being. And his thousand minor aches and pains constantly served to remind him of that fact.

"Just try to keep up," he concluded with a smirk. "I can't guarantee we won't blow up all the good stuff before you even get there." Ruckus then cast a wry glance at Quake. "And everybody knows it ain't the size of the barrel that counts, it's bein' able to keep your shots on target."

Kolkular – The Forge

"Im not afraid of some kind of creation I took in-part to help build. I said 'this just get's better and better; so what is this, the rust an the oilless.' Like I said, I ain't afraid of some creation that is not even a cycle old!" Spoke Long Haul not caring for his own safety, "And if you don't like that, deal with it. I'm not changing my thought's on you and the other creations!"

After his speech, Long Haul held up his wrench in his right hand as a club, and made a fist with his left. he then opened a secure channel towards the constructicon leader, Scrapper:

"If you don't hear from me soon, I maybe in stasis lock within a CR chamber'

Kolkular- Research Center

Mindwipe bowed deeply to The Master. "None, Milord." Turning to his partners in destruction, he continued.

"Come, My comrades! Let us make ready to...depart. Yes. The Master is counting on us!" Already a plan was forming in his twisted mind. He would have to consult with Weirdwolf, of course. The tracker's keen mind offered many bizarrely effective stratagems. On the other hand, Skullcruncher was better left to enact such plans, rather than contribute to them. While the cannibalistic Decepticon was no fool, his tactics tended to be...direct.

Carefully lifting the monitoring equipment, the shrikebat chuckled quietly as he walked towards the door.

"My friends, I have a feeling that this mission shall be...most enjoyable. Yes."

Kolkular - Gate Sigma

Roadblock had once read an Autobot intelligence file that referred to him as a 'locomotive of destruction.' His half-track alternate mode had always been useful for running down and over fleeing enemies, and he supposed he had indeed earned that sobriquet. But now, in his new vehicle shell, with six Cybertronium-belted, spike-covered tires on the road and a hyrdraulic battering ram, he felt more like a locomotive of destruction than ever.

An' tell me I don't love it. With an uproarious chuckle and revving of his engine, Roadblock transmitted the code to open the towering Gate Sigma and roared his orders.

"'Nuff chit-chat, boys! Next stop, Tyrest...an' then, the Tagan Heights!"

Six tires snarled against the ground and Roadblock rumbled off at top speed.

Kolkular - Research Center

"Skullcruncher!" Weirdwolf grinned toothily. "Good to see you it is!"

Listening to Scorponok's orders, the tracker grinned even more widely and toothily as he stood attentively in beast mode. Die will Autobots! Destruction mass cause we will! It was all too wonderful for the poetic Decepticon. As the towering warlord asked for questions, numerous ones sprang to mind. However, Weirdwolf was unable to untangle his thoughts before Mindwipe answered for the trio. Enough well! Questions mine related mostly to...eat can the Autobots? Weirdwolf's mind was a frightening place, best left alone.

Following Mindwipe and Skullcruncher, Weirdwolf was pleased as energo-punch to be back in action once more. Shockwave's rebuke had left him rather unhappy, but a bit of killing and blasting in Nova Cronum would be just the thing to revive his melancholy spark.

Kolkular - The Forge

Discord was about to place her hand upon the smooth spot on Macabre’s chest and tell him how much the opportunity appealed to her when he turned to reprimand Long Haul. She smiled, his reaction pleased her. Then Long Haul retaliated in a harsh way, lifting a wrench in a threatening manor to Macabre. She stepped closer to the angered Constructicon, between the two.

“Long Haul put that tool down, I know Scrapper had you doing Drone’s duties but that’s no reason to explode upon your own artwork. You have done exceptional work. You’re a constructicon after all”

She smiled sweetly at him,

“Can I help it that one of you on a whim decided to program me this way? How you say …. the rust an the oilless…….Now who’s idea was it hmmm?”

She looked back at Macabre,

“Besides I can’t resist him, Long Haul, you built him too well, An exceptional specimen of a Decepticon warcraft. Deny that you wouldn’t see something in him if you were a femme.”

This was her cup of tea.

Kolkular - Gate Sigma

"Now you're speakin' my language, boss!" Ruckus replied eagerly to Roadblock's order to move out. He had to admit, the Ground Forces Commander looked a great deal more intimidating now, thanks to whatever upgrades he had received between the meeting in the Briefing Chamber and now. And in the Triggercons' experience, radical alterations such as those the other Decepticon had recently undergone usually had pretty serious repercussions for the subject mechanoid's personality and mental stability. He was pleased to note that Roadblock seemed to have come through as gruff and belligerent as ever. It was good to see that a little new hardware hadn't altered his basic ruthlessness.

Transforming into his battered dune buggy mode, Ruckus sped off after his commander with a booming whoop. He'd been away from the action for too long; it was high time he got back to the business of slagging Autobots. His only hope was that business in the Tagan Heights would be good.

Kolkular-The Forge
Shrugging at Shockwave's denial to bring Weirdwolf, Interference loaded the explosiveis in to their slots and proceded to the Spire.

Kolkular-The Spire
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With the launch notification sent, Interference transformed in to his inverse-winged flyer mode, and set off towards the Heights. If one had been watching him, they would have seen his form shimmer, then shift from a sleek stealth aircraft to that of a bulky cargo jet.

Kolkular - Research Center

Skullcruncher smiled as Scorponok gave out the orders. Not only would he be put into combat, but it was the type of combat he had some skill in. A beach wasn’t quite a swamp, but it was closer than just fighting on dry land was. He couldn’t wait to pop out of the sea and snag his first Autobot in his powerful jaws.

It wasn’t just the mission that had him happy though, it was the two companions he would be undertaking it with. Most other Decepticons considered Skullcruncher a bit odd with his penchant for consuming Autobots and a liability with his tendency to grind his teeth in anticipation, but he fit right in with these two. He tolerated Weirdwolf’s odd speech and Mindwipe’s curious beliefs just as they tolerated his own idiosyncrasies. It didn’t hurt that each of them was highly intelligent and powerful warriors.

The swamp warrior remained in his robot mode as he walked out of the room with Mindwipe and Weirdwolf. His alternate mode was simply too slowly and bulky to be practical inside of the fortress. “Yes, Mindwipe, Weirdwolf, I think this will be a perfect mission for us. No other Decepticons around to complain or get in our way. Plenty of Autobots for us to feast on.” He chuckled as they walked down the hall.

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With the last set of orders given out and now being carried out, Scorponok left the Research center after locking the instruments and research down. He didn’t want anyone tampering with it while he was away. The Pretender technology was too valuable to be lost do to some careless or power hungry Decepticon trying to use his technology.

He quickly made his way to gate sigma where the other Decepticons were already leaving. The Decepticon general shifted into his impressive spacecraft mode and lifted up into the air. With a roar from his engines he flew off towards Tyrest and towards the renewal of the war.

En Route to Polyhex

Despite the belief of some others, being a loyal Henchmech did have its advantages. Advantages that a certain loyal Henchmech in particular was enjoying. While others spent their time plotting and scheming and planning against their superiors, some against Megatron himself, Snapdragon took the more intelligent approach. He wasn't wasting his time grasping for unattainable goals and making a constant fool of himself, no, he was simply enjoying the fruits of his labors. Today he was enjoying his most favorite fruit of all.

Snapdragon, currently in his fearsome Pitt Beast form, was longeing quite contently in a vat of processed grease, submerged right up to the top of his long, reptilian neck, only his head and feral snout protruding up from the thick liquid. Those who met him on the battlefield, the merciless, monstrous creatures tearing the hated Autobots limb from limb, would be hard pressed to match that berserker warrior with the happily docile Mech present. That is until one observed the area immediately surrounding the small pool.

A small party of young and fool hardy Decepticons had opted to join him down here in the lower levels of this Fortress, one of which had hit upon the idea of attempting to remove this one, lone, Decepticon. It was sometimes a curse to have a reputation as highly regarded and feared as the Horrorcons, whenever a new boy wanted to make a name for themselves, they always aimed for the big fish.

And they always died.

The bodies of these same Decepticons were now scattered across the entirety of the floor, Snapdragon did not take well to being disturbed. Docile he maybe now, but it was only a moment that separated his passive demeanor too one of blind, murderous, rage. These young Mechs had learned that far to late.

Snapdragon did not much care.

He'd already forgotten about them.

Snapdragon grumbled to himself, his optics remaining dim, as the voice of Apeface crackled across his internal communicator. Few in number were the Mechs who could disturb him from his slumber, his fellow Horrorcon was most defiantly one of them. Still, even he usually had to be present in order to shift Snapdragon's oft times lazy carcass, but not today.

Not when the name Shockwave was dropped.

Snapdragon opened a blood red optic.

"Boss Bot huh?"

Snapdragon slowly pulled himself from the pool, his frame complaining loudly about leaving its comfortable location. He ignored it, there would always be another chance to enjoy the fruits of his labors later. Besides, when Boss Bot called, it usually meant he wanted to loyal Henchmechs to go smack some piddly Autobots.

Kolkular - Gate Sigma

"Big talk from a midget like ye." Motormaster chuckled, spitting a glob of oil at Ruckus' tailgate as the triggercon sped after Roadblock.

"But ye got guts. I like it. At least ye make a pretty wreck, hah." The large Stunticon said mostly to himself and transformed into his multi-wheeled cybertronian long hauler mode and set off after Roadblock and Ruckus.

Kolkular - Gate Sigma

Quake's massive tank engine starting to turn followed by his tracks gripping the ground and moving out at hide speed. "Not the size that count's! Hahah! Your funny Ruckus." Quake exclaimed, following Ruckus and RoadBlock out.

The huge tank made alot of noise as it traveled out towards the heights.

Kolkular - Gate Sigma

Following the lead of his imposing master, Weirdwolf transformed back into robot mode and flew after Scorponok, albeit more slowly than his creator. Tyrest in soon shall be we! Then and...Cronum Nova, then and Autobots destroy shall we! The thought was most pleasant to Weirdwolf.

OOC - I'm moving Roadblock to Tyrest as well, so his bunch can make their next posts there.

Kolkular - Corridors

Hook wandered through the corridors, staring around for even the slightest glimpse of life.
"Wow. There really is nobody here. Hmmph! I don't know why I was assigned here, slagging waste of my talents of you ask me. Oh well, guess I'll wait here until I'm needed. Actually..." He said as he stooped down and opened the container he was carrying, he rummaged inside it and pulled out a skull of a long deceased Autobot. "It'll give us more time to get our little 'project' finished. Maybe this place isn't so bad after all..."

'I have to stop talking to myself' thought Hook.

Kolkular – Landing bay headed towards the medical bay.

The nameless drones designated only by numbers carrying Discord's battered form land in the bay after reporting their status as incoming however a drone would, then dutifully carry her towards the medical bay.
Not much to say or see here.
She fell into stasis lock along the way so she's unresponsive, but alive.
Provided no one hinders them, the drones will take her to the medical bay to get repairs.

((This all really confusing, so bear with me))

Blastwave entered some corridors, looking for some autobots. "Hmm, i cant see anyone, and my scanner isnt picking up anything. I'll keep looking"

He started busting down doors, and taking a look at some rooms

Kolkular - Landing Spire

Aftershock transformed and landed. He started walking toward the forge. Or at least, he hoped he was heading in that direction.

Where is the forge anyway?

Aftershock had never been sent to the forge before. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to do once he got there.

Kokular - Corridors

This doesn't look right.

Aftershock searched for anyone who might be able to point him in the right direction. Suddenly he heard a commotion.

"Who's there?"

He looked around and realized something.

I don't like this place.

Kolkular - Corridors

What in the name of Unicron is going on here? Scrapper wondered in absolute disbelief as he watched Blastwave knock down a door, weapons at the ready. The Constructicon leader's optics widened in awe as the Decepticon talked to himself about a scanner and Autobots.

"May I ask why you're busting down that door...in Megatron's fortress...which my team and I spent vorns building..." The normally calm, cheerful Scrapper was about as close to irate as he ever got. This Decepticon grunt (whom he did not recognize) was making a mess of his own base. Putting a hand to his now-aching head module, Scrapper decided it was best not to wait for an answer to his questions. With a sigh, he spoke again.

"Forget it. Stand down, soldier. Clearly you're suffering from some sort of malfunction, perhaps from your last stay in the CR chambers. It does occur, occasionally." Scrapper wanted to give this new-looking soldier the benefit of the doubt.

"Anyway, accompany me to the Medical Bay. Perhaps you can be useful there until there are some Autobot doors for you to kick down."

The Constructicon began walking to the fortress' Medical Bay. A comm system alert had already told him that there were incoming wounded from the mission to the moon.

Kolkular - Corridors

Blastwave stopped, and looked at Scrapper, "I'm sorry. I was tipped off that a Autobot spy sneaked in here to steal a weapon. I guess i was wrong. Maybe i am malfunctioning."

Blastwave accompanied Scrapper to the Medical Bay.

Aftershock heard several loud bangs. He followed the sound and eventually came across two Decepticons. They were heading somewhere, but he couldn't tell where. He followed them and found himself in the Medical Bay.

I'm still not in the Forge, but at least I'm somewhere.

Aftershock found the two Decepticons he was looking for and walked over to them.

"Excuse me, is there anything I might do here?

Aftershock knew he was supposed to be working in the forge, but he didn't know where that was, didn't know what he was supposed to do once he got there, and quite frankly didn't care anymore. But he needed something to do.

Kokular-Corridors

Rancid was strolling along as usual, with no real goal in mind. His face in the same dazed look it always had, with wandering eyes.

The slacker yawned, boredom was really wearing down on him.

Then he saw something he thought was interesting. A Constructicon was talking to himself in the middle of the great fortress' hallways. He walked up to the green and purple robot and yawned once again.

"Hey neon, watcha up to?" he asked Hook.

Kolkular – The medical bay.
She spends her time in the medical bay trying to get the repair drones to go faster, sweet talking them 'til they'd never see an energon goody the same way again. It wasn't working too well and her patience is starting to wear thin. The sweetness only lasted so long.
Mind you they were nearly done, and if she wanted to she could probably go out and fight again, but it was nothing but the best for her. She wanted to be beyond 100% so she could crush more autobots.
She was amidst the other drones so far that survived but were damaged in the battle. She couldn't help but dislike those who were only given numbers simply because they are nameless in a sense. Still, they were family in a sense so they were spared any malicious actions based on that.

She watches the door, starting to grow bored.

Kokular-Corridors
"Huh? What the?!" cried Hook as he spun around to see Rancid behind him. Hook hurriedly stuffed the Autobot head back into his container, thankfully it seemed that Rancid hadn't noticed it. 'What the slag?' thought Hook. 'I could of sworn there was no one else here. Oh well, guess my experiment will have to wait'
Hook stood up and stared at Rancid. "First off, the name is Hook, not 'Neon' and secondly what I am up to is of no interest to you. Where'd you all come from anyway, I thought that this place was deserted?"