The Energon Pub

Kokular-Hangar Bay

Oh Slag.

He wasn't the kind of mech to go into a suicide mission.

"Hey I've got a question. This is clearly a one-sided battle. We know exactly how it will end, so why are you even bothering with this? And anyways, If we really wanted to test the Sweeps, I'd think we'd give them an even battle."

He had that snarky look in his eye again, he was displeased with his eager partners. They were just all trigger-happy soldiers with no other redeeming qualities.

Useless work for useless pawns.

Rancid looked at Scourge with no fear in his expression, he knew what was coming next. Either a poorly devised answer, or a dent in his cranial unit. Either one Scourge chose, he would be ready for it.

Swiftscreech had his mouth wide open. This 'con's gonna get slagged! he thought.
Was Rancid trying to get himself killed?

Leaving Kaon

Hook listened to what Scrapper had to say.

'Slag. Sending me out on my own. Not good, that nut Triggerhappy's sure to try and get what he wants from me, what I 'owe him'.'

"Sounds good. Except for one thing. I don't fancy going round all on my lonesome. You know, just in case the Autobots try take the Heights back or something. I want someone to come with me, you know, a bodyguard." Hook said to Scrapper


Triggerhappy listened intently to the Constructicons conversation through his radio.

'One of them must have left it on since the last time they've used it or something.' He thought.

>>"I couldn't help over hearing your conversation. Mainly because one of you has left your radio on"<< Triggerhappy said to the Constructicons aboard Astrotrain.
>>"But I was thinking that, if it is ok with you Scrapper, and if I have no other jobs to fulfill. Well, I'd be more than happy to make sure Hook is safe. So, what d'you say?"<<

Leaving Kaon

Aargh, the rude little...>>My radio is on, Triggerhappy, because my team and I must remain always available to High Command and the rest of the Decepticons to keep our cause in peak condition. However, your function right now is escort duty, which means you should be scanning for Autobot radio signals, not those of your fellows.<<
>>As for when we get to Tagan, if you absolutely have nothing better to do, then yes, you can act as an air escort for Hook's team. As long as you don't shoot anything we might need that is.<<
Turning back to Hook, Scrapper deliberately turned off his radio, something he usually only did when working on the most enthralling of design projects.
"It should go without saying that if I haven't given Mixmaster and Bonecrusher specific orders, then they're under your command. The Constructicons are a team, the team sticks together." Hook seemed to forget this sometimes, despite his otherwise excellent skills. "I won't be long, and I'll join you once I'm done with Scorponok. The 3 of you can handle yourselves for a few breems."

Kolkular – The Hangar Bay

Again with that disrespect from Rancid! If looks could kill, he would have melted into a puddle of boiling slag, then exploded into scrap metal.
Maybe she could beat some respect into him after all? 'Yummy.'

She looked at Swiftscreech, too. He had the misfortune of having an alt mode similar to the Autobot Twins Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker. It was obvious she planned to transfer some of her vengeance onto him from that evil, manifold breaking look in her eyes.
She might not be the biggest, strongest, meanest sweep out there, but she's undoubtedly capable of intimidation.

She couldn't think of much reason to really hurt Aftershock though. On second thought, he did seem a bit too happy. The fact he'd likely be trying harder than the rest does give him some priority over the rest. Definitely need to go after him. Luckily he has the disadvantage in that he can only go so high up before he trips the sensors meaning his alt mode is greatly hindered. Something to keep in mind.

Maybe she would enjoy this sortie more than she originally thought. And she already was thrilled at the idea. Sure she'd leave them alive, but that doesn't mean she can't make them wish she didn't.

Discord doesn't hide the fact that she is pleased to have her prey. She mixes a stance of nobility with a sweet, happy smile with a nearly psychotically evil look in her eye.

Leaving Kaon

"Heh. Thanks..." Hook said slightly sarcastically to Scrapper "Someone needs to sort that guy out." Hook continued. "He seems to have an unhealthy obsession with me. While everyone's radios are off, I just have to say the reason I asked for protection is because I need protecting from him rather than Autobots. The nut case nearly blew my head off back at Kolkular because of something he thinks I 'owe him'. So, just what are Mixmaster and Bonecrusher doing once we get there?"



Triggerhappy was slightly taken aback by what he deemed an over reaction on Scrapper's part.
>>"Hey, what you so..."<< Triggerhappy started before realising Scrapper had switched his radio off.
'Slagging Constructicons, think that they're so much better than the rest of us. Won't even pay me back my life debt. Last time I save one of them. Stinkin little...' And so went Triggerhappy's thoughts, becoming increasingly agitated as they went on. 'Although that Scrapper was right in a way, I should be listening for Autobots' He thought as he followed the Constructicons advice.

Kolkular- Hangar bay

Aftershock could hardly believe what Rancid had just said. He knew from experience that Rancid was rude and not afraid to be, but he had never expected anything like this.

Did he learn nothing at the academy? he thought.

Aftershock thought back to the days of the academy, when recruits were brainwashed to despise dissent; witnessing it or taking part in it. He had seen firsthand how rebellious recruits were beaten into stasis lock or worse. It was not unheard of for a fellow recruit to disappear only to have their very existance denied by the sergeants.

Surely everyone goes through that kind of training.

He thought to himself again.

Don't they?

Leaving Kaon

Scrapper did not take Hooks news very well. I'd heard Triggerhappy was supposed to be a few circuits short of a computron, but this...this won't stand. We can't let the warriors push us around like this.
"Mixmaster and Bonecrusher are definitely with you in that case. Bonecrusher, act as a lookout, watch him like a hawkdrone. Mixmaster, mix something up to knock him down to earth if he does try anything. I will see if I can arrange any additional support to meet up with you. Until then, don't provoke him. Once my business is done I'll see to it Triggerhappy gets out of our hair."
Nothing will get in our way now that we're almost to Tagan, and all our ambitions.[/b]

Border of Kaon

As he flew over the Sonic Canyons, Astrotrain gained altitude to avoid the viciously powerful sonic storms that rose from the bellies of the immense gullies. Even still, a bit of turbulence shook his considerable mass.

"Hold on," he warned his passengers, out of mainly selfish reasons. He cared little if someone were injured from a fall in his cargo hold, but there was nothing pleasant about having a ten-meter-tall mechanoid rattle around inside one's body. Like being stepped on by a Dinobot - from the inside-out.

"We're clear of Kaon airspace. Next stop, the Heights."

(OOC - Ya'll can post in the Tagan Heights thread now. Something like 'En Route to the Decepticon Outpost' would be an appropriate location header.

Kolkular

Scourge's glowing optics narrowed at Rancid's audacity. Did this fool not know that the Empire was a military organization? Whatever officer had tolerated this sort of insubordination from Rancid this long needed to be disciplined.

"Understand this," the hunter's quiet, sinister voice came. The Sweep's hand snapped forward, closing around Rancid's neck. He lifted the Decepticon of the floor with startling ease. "Speak to me thus again...and you shall never speak again at all." The Sweep Commander dropped Rancid to the floor.

"Why you will do this is simple, scraplet. This is not about you. This is not even about testing my Sweeps. That is merely an added bonus. The point is to test the scenario. A trap is of little use if the enemy will simply slip through it. Your team will find any flaws in this scenario."

"Thus it is important that you try your best top defeat my hounds. By the time I utilize this strategy upon actual Autobots, I want there to be no question as to the outcome."

Scourge stepped back, looking both teams over. "Depart at once. I am eager to complete this exercise. And to see my plan employed in earnest." He ran his fingers over the scar on his faceplate.

Soon.

Kolkular- Hangar bay

Aftershock looked down at the fallen Rancid and looked back up at Scourge.

"All will be done as you have said. If there are any flaws in the plan, we will find them."

And with a salute, Aftershock turned to leave with the others in his group. He turned back to Rancid and said

"What were you thinking?"

Kolkular – The Hangar Bay

Discord smirks at Rancid getting manhandled by Scourge. Obviously pleased at the sight, she looked at all three of her opponents and continued thinking about what she'd do to them while she waited for the exercise to start.

She figures the prey are going to get a head start, and that would try her patience even more, but she kept her quiet, patient stance.

The Hangar bay doors are suddenly a scene of violence as large heated claws rip through them like the doors were gold leaf, then it practically explodes into the room as the shredded door is kicked in by a crimson bot sending bits in, but the shrapnel luckily, hit no one. The person entered obviously did not care much if they did or did not.

Discord is one of the first to react to the sudden intrusion. "Unicron's smelter!!" She nearly leapt out of her armor startled by the sudden violence as a bit of door scrap slides to a stop at her foot. This act was far, far, far from her normal operations. She composes herself quickly with that.

Unfortunately what's coming in next just might hit someone. A crimson and gray Sweep.
"So, it is true.. leaving on a mission without me?" A low, chilling, half synthesized feminine voice doesn't fill the room so much as project like spears of sheer malice to every audio sensor in the room, figuratively speaking.
To say she looked angry was an understatement. Yellow optics narrowed as they gave a look that could debatably match the looks of an angry command level mech in inspiring fear, though she were the farthest thing from command rank.
Her are lips pulled into a snarl adding to her menacing aura as she strides towards the group. It's a slow, steady gait. No particular rush.
If she wasn't snarling angry, and if her large, knife like talons weren't glowing white hot, one might not think anything of it, but instead of approaching in a civil manner, she's coming in like a ticking time bomb. A monstrous killer has just entered the room.

Discord turns to look at the incoming femme, and well, despite her courage, her intelligence, her malicious nature, she looks.. Scared? Apprehensive? She looks like she's seen a ghost, or a mecha-zombie. Something like the Monsterstructor were made from. The nightmares of transformers everywhere. Yet she did not run. The fact the sisters shared a design would help understand why she held her ground.

Still, even someone with her well above average courage didn't look comfortable with the crimson Sweep in the same room.
She now knew pity, a feeling so very alien to her, something she never extended to anyone. Ever. She looked at Rancid, Aftershock, and Swiftscreech a moment conveying that moment of pity. As bad as she'd thrash them even with her weapons set to low yield, her sister was better armed, and far more violent. And far better at the job of brutality.

She stays quiet, looking at Scourge, getting her composure back again, though barely.

Behind Discord, Rage, the Crimson sweep, more like bloody in color, approached, headed towards Scourge.
From some perspectives, seeing Rage over Discord's shoulder looked like a reflection of polar opposites. Beauty and the Berserk.
"I do not want to be left behind again." Rage says with a snarling voice that was so filled with anger her vocal processors gave it an eerie synthesized undertone.
"I do NOT want to be LEFT BEHIND AGAIN!!" she reiterated becoming angrier by the second, her gaze now firmly affixed on her Commander.
The entire trip from the door to Discord, Rage virtually ignored everyone else. Even Turmoil, who wasn't in the path. If he were, he might be the obstacle between herself and Scourge.

Discord couldn't help but wince as Rage's voice began meters behind her, passing over an audio sensor, and over her shoulder. The blue and gold Discord remained where she stood, however. She's between Rage and Scourge as if to act as shield in a subtle manner.

Luckily for those involved, Rage stood behind Discord without assaulting anyone. Yet.
She's angry, but still sane enough to not trash her comrades. Barely, it seemed.
That stop on the express way to triggering her all hating, all destroying anger wasn't far off.
Though it was hardly anyone's fault she was left out of the assault on the moon, left to sharpen her claws.

Swiftscreech looked down at Rancid and couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, what were you thinking?" Swiftscreech asked along with Aftershock.

Rancid's punishment was somehow funny to Swiftscreech. He wanted Rancid to be punished for his insubordination. At that moment he felt evil. He was pretty messed up.

Kokular- Hangar Bay

Rancid hit the floor with great force. He slowly got himself up as the Sweeps left. His two partners were gawking over his actions.

"Some people will never answer you when asked politely.The best way to get information from our kind is through provocation. We are Decepticons, deception is a part of our life. But I do not intend to be decieved."

Rancid transformed and drove off into the battlefield.

Kolkular - Hangar Bay

Swiftscreech transformed and followed Rancid out to the battlefield. Then he waited for Aftershock to come too.

En route to the battlefield

Aftershock transformed and followed his comrades to the battlefield. He caught up to Rancid and spoke.

"What do you mean you don't intend to be decieved? Scourge explained the exercise quite clearly did he not?"

Aftershock's role as a sniper had put him in a kind of isolation from his comrades. Never having to work with a partner in training exercises prevented him from ever being misled by a comrade. As a result, Aftershock was a little too trusting of others, especially his commanders.

Kolkular – The Hangar Bay

Discord watched her prey leave, and figured that they would need a head start. That and Rage was still waiting on permission to join her and Torment on the mission.

She stays between Scourge and Rage, while Rage waited on her permission. If it was anyone else, she would have left already, but Rage is unpredictable. Once Rage got to a certain point, she'd assault anyone.

Rage simmered and boiled in anger, looking past Discord as if she wasn't even there. Her attention is firmly on Scourge, waiting on the reply to her.. well, to put it bluntly, an enraged demand. It was about the closest thing to polite as Rage could ever get. To even imply she was rude, that just added fuel to the fire.
Rage didn't think a thing of that random grunt, or two she "interrogated" to find out where her brother and sister were. Just another tale of terror and agony chalked up to Rage.
She didn't care what the mission was, she didn't know what the mission was. She just didn't want to be left sharpening her talons again.
"Commander! Allow me to accompany my brethren on this mission!" Rage's tone still had that synthesized background that signified the early stages of her limitless anger. Her eyes tell the story that she isn't far from red alert. If she could foam at the mouth in anger she certainly would. "I NEED a mission, Commander Scourge."
"Gimme something to hurrrrrrt! Give it to me.. Gimme." She spoke with an intensity that few could match. A passion for inflicting pain that few of the most sadistic could come close to match.
It wasn't about the hunt for her. She certainly could hunt, but for her it was all about the catch. It's not even the kill. It's that time between the catch and the kill. The time she uses to vent a rage that if it could be harnessed for energy could light up Cybertron like a super nova.
Oh that tinfoil wall between sanity, and berserk rage.

Discord only hoped that the anger bomb behind her wouldn't explode in the presence of herself, and her commander. She'd sacrifice herself for Scourge, though her commander wouldn't think much of it. She probably would survive, but she'd be in serious pain. Maybe make the crash on the moon look like a massage.
But really, Scourge needed Discord's protection like he needed another scar.
Only a handful really held the leash of Rage. Scourge was one of them. On top of that, Scourge is a command grade unit. Stronger, faster, smarter, more capable all around.
Maybe she were really doing more for Rage than Scourge, staying between them like a silent mediator.
Still, she knows Rage would turn on anyone that didn't take her anger off them. Herself, Torment, Scourge, even Megatron.
It wasn't a mater of loyalty. Rage is loyal. Maybe that's the only thing that prevented her from outright killing everyone around her. Discord knew her sister well. At least she hoped. That gave her an edge. Allowed her to take control of Rage now and then. Or at least survive those claws.

Maybe the fact the Sweeps are new that Rage isn't in the detention center. Maybe Rage walks that fine line between Decepticon, and a cell for those Decepticons who are to violent for the outside world but to valuable to scrap. Rage no doubt had her talents. She envied some of those talents, and especially those claws Rage uses.

Hangar bay

With a silent coolness Torment crossed his arms as Scourge disciplined the mouthy con before him. His optics followed the movement of the others as Scourge ordered them to move out. Being as Torment was designed faster then the average sweep he didn’t think twice about leaving a few breems after they had. The October painted sweep hadn’t even moved when the crimson approach of Rage.

As the red femme demanded to be included, Torment moved up behind her, a dangerous glint in his optics. He looked once at Discord and raised his right arm. He did not have a hand but instead a disruptor cannon capable of slowly dissolving the bonds between its target’s molecules. A deadly weapon, made even more dangerous at close range. The silent hunter had worked with Rage before and knew how she tended to fly off the handle. His optics moved to Scourge, he did not need to look at his target to hit her, his sharpshooting skills were of a high level.

“Sir, with permission, I think Rage could fly with me if you allow her to exercise with us. I can remind her that this is a drill and not feeding time.”

The usually silent and large form of Torment stood unwavering behind his “sisters” In the air Rage would not be able to catch him and on the ground his aim was near perfect, she would never even get the chance to turn her berserker mode onto their own mechs. This would be her chance to show what little self control she did possess. There were very few cons that didn’t fear her mood swings.

Kaon - Unicron's Belly

Some called it the Belly of the Beast, some called it the Pit. Its official designation in the Autobot intelligence files was Detention Center One-Alpha. Some simply called it the Belly, but whatever a Transformer called it, Unicron's Belly was Pit on Cybertron.

And the worst place on the stinkin' planet for an Autobot, Sandstorm reflected as he slouched against the wall of his cell. The reconnaissance specialist rubbed his slightly battered cranial module as he sat on the dingy metal of the floor. That piece of slag Wingspan is going to get my foot actuator up his tailpipe when I get out of here...Primus, I'd take a crack at Megatron himself if someone gave me some energon.

It was a simple enough tactic the Decepticons used to keep their Autobot prisoners docile: energon starvation. A carefully calculated ration, enough to keep an Autobot alive and sufficiently coherent to be interrogated, but not nearly enough to give him the wherewithal to make a decent escape attempt.

Sandstorm and his cellmate figured they had found a way around this little tactic, though. A bit of pulling and digging at the plating of one corner of the floor had revealed an old auxiliary power line. The energy flowing through it was raw and not terribly good for a Transformer's systems, but it was better than nothing. When the time was right, a quick charge would give the Autobots what they needed to overpower a guard and get out of the Belly. The low-grade energy would leave them with one Pit of a headache, but anything was better than sitting in a cell for the rest of one's operational life. Just gotta find the right time...slaggit, where's Slipstream?

Before he could contemplate the question any more, Wingspan and Pounce answered it for him. The armored cell door slid open on its rusted, creaky tracks and the two Decepticons tossed Slipstream into the cell without ceremony.

"Hope you enjoyed your interrogation session, Auto-punk," Pounce snarled before he and his clone stepped back out and closed the door. Sandstorm looked at his fellow scout, and tried to put on a cheerful faceplate.

"So, uh...how you doin' there, Slippy?"

Slipstream's battered silver and blue form slumped against the door and lowly slid to the ground in the dingy cell. Holes, Burnmarks and Welts marked his venier.

He looked at Sandstorm taking stock in the more experienced scout and tried to be optimistic. "Well y'know its not that bad...I.." His compsure cracked and his vocal processor stopped. He clasped his hands to his head as just the effort of thinking was hurting his processor.

He closed his eyes in an effort to find his centre and calm his nerves. Instead his minds eye was assaulted by dozens of images none of them ever coming to focus, coming faster and faster. He opens his optics to escape this to find the walls closing in. Creaking and whining as they warped and stretched in to close in on him. Energon deprivation.. Must be...

From his posistion on the floor Slipstream surged forward towards Sandstorm.

Placing both his hands on the taller mechs shoulders and began to shake him frantically as he spoke in a ferver his fingers digging into his framework

"WE ARE GOING TO BUY IT 'STORM! WE ARE GONNA DIE! THEY ARE GONNA DISMANTLE US PIECE BY PIECE!"

Kolkular – The Hangar Bay

The cold-sparked hunter listened to Rage with disdain. The savage and mercurial femme was something of a disappointment to Scourge. She was too much of a good thing, perhaps. Too much anger. It made her sloppy and unfocused. Unacceptable traits for one of the New Elite. Furthermore, if Rage yelled at him one more time this mega-cycle, she was liable to find herself as a pile of spare parts for Discord.

The hunter considered Torment's request. It had some merit. And it would prevent the red femme from annoying him or mindlessly destroying equipment. However, his scenario was a precise thing. Another player could unbalance the entire equation. The Sweep Commander's optics narrowed as he came upon an idea.

"Permission granted, Torment. Rage, you will accompany them."

Opening an encrypted, private channel, as the drones calibrated the red femme's systems for the war game. he silently relayed directives Rage. <Here is your chance to prove yourself, Rage. You heard the mission profile along with the others. Here are your orders. If they are not followed to the letter, you will pay dearly.>

<In this simulation, you will play the part of Autobot reinforcements. You will engage five hundred astroseconds into the scenario, from bearing zero-point-five-nine, above the mine field. Your mission is to rescue the other members of your team. You may not fly, as you are representing an Autobot, but otherwise, you may accomplish your mission by any necessary means.>

<The key word is Necessary. Remember, this is a simulation. The sensor grid will register your hits as damage. Do not become overzealous. Termination of your opponents, or any action that results in superfluous waste of parts and resources will result in your own decommission. You will prove to me that your fury is a weapon that can be aimed as I choose, or you shall not see another mega-cycle.>

Closing the channel, the Master of the Hounds dismissed the gathered Decepticons with a wave of his hand. He activated the sensor grid at the test site, awaiting the arrival of the players.

This new addition would prove most interesting. Rage's inclusion was as much a test for her siblings as for the red femme herself. Furthermore, facing one of their own in battle would teach them a profound truth. One he hoped they would grasp readily.

There was no such thing as a 'friend'.

En route to battlfield

"Just shut up and drive."

Rancid had no time to explain his reasons. He was getting involved in yet another pointless excursion. But now he had a reason for actually putting forth an effort.

Just to see Scourge's pups get their chasis handed to them on a titanium platter. What a day that would be.

Kolkular – The Hangar Bay/On the way to the battlefield

Rage almost lashed out and destroyed the drones as they tried to touch her, but this was a drill. They weren't there to make her mad, they were there to help... yes.. Still, they made her mad. To have those insolent hands pawing her, and turning her weapons down.
She can't power up her talons, and her ranged weapons are set to low yield.
They got away unharmed.

"Understood, and you have my gratitude, Commander. And your orders will be carried out." her voice is eerily calm, and she mirrored Discord's habit of bowing lightly. Quiet. As if the storm had passed. Who knows what sort of person she'd be without the virtue she is named after?

Her internal conflict was won by her sensible side for now. Rudimentary tactical plans prevailed over 'SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!! KILL! DESTROY!!!' and she just looked as cold and merciless as any Decepticon could ever hope to be. Less angry, but no less scary. But that was how she always looked when she wasn't in that state of anger.
Restraint .. Such a thing was so very difficult for her, but the joy of being included in this mission gave her some clarity of thought and motion. A time to absorb the orders. Comprehend everything told to her.

She looked at her comrades Discord, and Torment "The game is on! Let the prey be stalked, and Destr.. Defeated." She corrects herself then smiles large at her siblings before she transforms flying off for her designated coordinates while a chilling maniacal laugh escapes her audio processors. Her flight isn't a full tilt charge. She seems to be taking a more scenic route and staying low. Perhaps to make use of ambush tactics.

She wondered in the back of her processors if the other three knew she were their reinforcements? No matter.
She abuses the clear thoughts she could muster while she could. Truly part of her adored these times when the world wasn't sanguine and the only things that existed was her and those she weren't ignoring. That same part hated the headaches she suffered from the internal power struggle. Rage, pain, more rage with the odd oasis of calm. That was her life in a nutshell.


Discord bows lightly to Scourge. "You are most wise Commander." She is blissfully unaware that the thing she feared most in this scenario was likely to happen. A fight with Rage.
She's just happy that the scene did not continue to spiral for the worst.

Discord then looks at Torment "Lets hope Rage can be controlled." She sounded worried a moment, then rubs her face with her palms, getting her game face on, then transforming she flies out towards the war zone to be to position herself, passing Rage who seemed to be taking her time.
'I suppose that those slower ground pounders would need more time to get to the field than we.' She slows her pace letting the prey get ahead, and into position. She even let Rage catch up. She wasn't sure how Torment would go about things. She certainly couldn't keep up with him if he wanted to get there ASAP.
'I really have to stop letting Rage get to me. I bet I looked like an Autobot grunt in front of Megatron back there. Scared into silence like that. Then again, Rage scares everyone.' She really hated herself though. 'Ah well, I'll take it out on my opponents.'she cheered herself up.

En route to the battlfield

Aftershock sped up a little. He knew the battlefield was not far off but he wanted to be sure he'd have enough time to find a good position to snipe from.


Having to stay low to the ground will be annoying, but then again, a box canyon isn't the worst defense. There's only so many directions to be attacked from and only so many sides that need to be defended.

Aftershock could see the canyon now. It was exactly as Scourge had described.

Oh yes, this will be easy.

En-Route to canyon


Torment nodded quietly at Discord’s comment. He watched as the femmes flew off ahead of him. Turning his head he made note of the grid Scourge had extracted for viewing. Before he transformed he made a comment meant only for Scourge’s auditories.

“It will be best to make absolutely sure they are together when we engage them. They have a special bond that our …… simulation can not replicate.”

He knew Scourge would understand exactly what he was implying with out going into details. Calmly he strode out into the Cybertronian air. His enhanced optics locked onto the girls as they made their way to the starting point. Moving his attentions to the ground he registered the movements of Rancid, Aftershock, and Swiftscreach. Quietly he double-checked his weapon systems to be sure they were set on low, and the safety on his denigrator cannon was in proper function. Although he loved the entertainment of watching a mech die in the most agonizingly tormented ways, he was not a self absorbed con either. He understood the limits of what they were doing. It came with the privilege he attained by working alone and being trusted to make his own decisions with out a commander breathing over him. Scourge was the only Con better at the functions Torment was designed for. The Autumn hued Sweep was not cocky but maintained a calm confidence in his programming.

Transforming into his hovercraft mode he propelled forward, catching the femmes in mere clicks. He slowed down to keep pace with them. He open a private channel to Discord.

>>I’m sure you know my functions a do I know yours. Let us not forget Rage was built to intimidate she posses the added element of psychological warfare as well as her claws. Do not loose your head Discord. Remember we are sweeps, designed to be the next generation of Decepticons, we were born into this where others were given the option to choose a side.<<

He was a mech of silence but when he spoke his words held meaning.