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Decepticon Outpost Tau - Power Generator

Worried by this development, Scrapper climbed out the blast hole and looked out across the main yard. He saw the unconscious form of Triggerhappy, who didn't seem to be too badly damaged. Niether did his team, so obviously things had been handled as well as could be expected.
Scrapper had no pity for a Decepticon who would attack his fellows so blatantly, but he didn't....didn't feel he had that kind of.....Authority? Right? Scope?, to punish one of his supposed fellows as much as Hook. He was an engineer, not Internal Security.
Get over yourself, Scrapper. You're a problem-solver, and this is your problem. Solve it.

>>He gets 5 cycles in the brig. If the 'Bots don't have a brig in this place, build one. Weld him to something sturdy if you have to. If you don't like that, then you have to go over my head and request a higher-up like Roadblock handle it. Or Motormaster, we're technically of the same rank.
But whatever you want to do Hook, do it quickly because I will not have Lord Scorponok himself angry at us because we wasted valuable time in an internal tiff.<<

"Thank you, Hook." She salutes him respectfully.

After the repairs she decides to take that shakedown cruise she had denied herself when her arm was repaired. She heads for an empty area in the grounds around Tau.

Rolling her well articulated shoulders she tests the repairs on her thrusters by moving them rapidly in their full range of articulation as was necessary with her combat style. She fires them off and makes a trio of flying circle kicks with alternating legs with her foot blades at the forefront creating a flashy light show with her ignited heat blades and the flames of her thrusters which kept her in the air.

She lands in a crouch, stabbing at the knee of her imagined foe with a wrist blade, then her other arm's wrist blade stabs aimed below the chest plate angled for the spark case.
Her thrusters ignite again and they spin her around to deliver a whirling heel kick for the head with her foot blade reaping the neck.

Her heel kick finished in less then an astrosecond her thrusters swivel and flare in the face of her foe creating a flash. She follows this with a back-flip with her bladed feet looking to cleave her shadow foe open across the torso.
As she lands, she rockets forward briefly throwing her arms in front of her, both wrist blades moving in a rending motion, aimed to cleave the spark case open.

While she doesn't fly as fast as many, her robot form's movements are very fast. Faster than most. All due to the fact she uses her thruster system agile frame and martial knowledge to make her seem more physically capable than she is. Leverage, balance, precision, speed and velocity. All these things and more come natural to her in melee. What she lacks in other fields she makes up for in dedication to combat. Unfortunately for her it took a toll on everything else.

She rockets back, and starts bouncing on the ends of her feet, turning her thrusters off in a display of footwork. She slides her left foot forward towards the shins of her imagined foe, then kicks the thigh with a downward motion of her foot, and a side kick follows aimed for the ribs.
She leaps up and stabs her left foot blade down as if to stab her fallen foe, and as she lands a wrist blade swipe would cleave the neck, followed by her other wrist blade slamming into the ground aimed for the spark case.

A few moments of thruster propulsion and she's backed off her imagined fallen prey.

Landing on her feet, she boosts back and fires off rounds of needler gun rounds sending a spray of energy shards away from the base. She boosts to the side, and fires away from the Decepticons with her forearm mounted rifle sending a green beam into the horizon. A second blast is fired as her thrusters are used to allow her to ski on her feet, with a shower of sparks from the friction of her feet and the ground in a brief demonstration of high speed combat.

She ends the graceful high speed exercise with a thruster assisted spin adding a bit of flare.

"Much better. Let the Autobots come." She muses to herself, feeling oh so much better with her repairs done and the Constructicons preparing to restore Tau's defenses, clenching her fists in a quasi-dramatic pose, resuming her usual combat readiness as her combat computer assimilates the data from her brief bout of training and begins running simulations to improve her combat maneuvers. Always improving, and striving for more ability, and always prepared to evolve if ever given the chance.

As it is, she's reached a point that few of her rank, if any, had reached with her unwavering dedication to all things combat related, and she may well rival command units in combat, melee-wise at the least, though she has little to no desire to test that theory. Unless they're Autobots, that is. Her courage means she'll fight virtually anyone she felt she could defeat while retreating only when she's been proven wrong.
Even if she could topple the Decepticon chain of command she lacks the ambition to do so even if it meant that she'd take the rank of who she defeated.
She could care less if she decimates the Autobot chain of command. One Autobot is as good as another when it comes to fighting. She'll defeat anyone she possibly can.

War and preparation for combat rule her person. Not climbing the ranks or commanding others. Even prestige is outside her goals. If such things happened to come her way, she would not argue, though.
To call her a consummate combatant is an understatement to say the least.

But unlike many of the martial artists such as Thunderwing, Bugly, and Bludgeon Shrike lacks a mystical/spiritual side since her training is self taught from experience and simulations. Thus she lacks any "mystical" energy bolts they may use.
If she cared to feel the notion of "pride" she would have it in being one of the deadliest fighters on Cybertron.

Still, if she were under the right supervision she could be Titanium in the ore just waiting to be refined and made even better.

Decepticon Outpost Tau - Landing Pad 1

Clench was the last to leave the Longshot behind. After Weirdwolf had parked the old warbird, Clench had required some more time to activate the ship's automatic surveillance and defense systems. No one would touch it without him knowing it. It was difficult enough to have a personal spacecraft in these ages to give it away without a fight. Finally the large Decepticon marched out of the shuttle and joined his motley crew at the landing pad.

While watching from the corner of his optic as Longshot's access hatch closed slowly, Clench quickly made an analysis of the number of Decepticons about and his surroundings in general. It was always better to expect trouble than get caught off guard no matter whom he was dealing with. Lot's of tough mechs. Some of Megatron's most trusted. Roadblock was there already and by the sound of heavy footsteps, Scorponok would arrive in any moment. All in all, the situation seemed secure but you never knew, they weren't Decepticons for nothing.
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Same base, different bat-channel

Motormaster enjoyed the every astrosecond of seeing Breakdown squirming under the pressure caused by his endless paranoia towards being observed. And after all, Motormaster had nothing better to do than agitating the little freak anyhow.

"Wait." He suddenly said, his optics flashing. Landing his right hand on Breakdown's shoulder and pointing his left arm towards the corridor Breakdown had stumbled into his view few moments ago, Motormaster continued. "I think I saw something flashing there, could have been a camera lense."

Decepost Tau

From behind Scavenger, Long Haul was in vehicular mode and following the steam shovel; on a materials run.

'Long Haul, transfer this; Long Haul, transport that; Long Haul, follow Scavenger and bring back the materials we need. Why couldn't I just been built as a normal warrior,' thought Long Haul before speaking up to the other constructicon.

"Find anything yet?"

Tagan Hieghts - Industrial Complex A5

Scavenger felt annoyed at his teammates poor spirits, but couldn't think of much to cheer him up. He tried anyway.
"The Decepticon's aren't just an army Long Haul, we're the future of the Transformer race. We need all kinds to get along, even guys like me who sniff things out. Besides, you think Starscream and his flyboys could do what you can do?"

Scavenger pulled up at a large building. "Ooh, definitely got something here." Driving in, the purpose of the factory became clear. The massive processor, the tanks filled with iron scrap, calcium, and bonding agents, the finished product in both powder and block form, meant only one thing. "Ferrocrete factory, right where the map said it'd be. Ok Long Haul, I guess we'd better load up."

Landing Pad One

Mindwipe walked down the old gunship's ramp. With the promise of further discussion, albeit at a nebulous later date, he was able to push aside nearly all his concerns regarding Silverstrike. For the moment. Thankfully, as the necromancer survey the bleak and staid industrial skyline of the Tagan Heights, another matter arose to occupy his mind.

<1979-0528365799895...>

The scrambled transmission continued for several astroseconds. The time necessary for the hypnotist to unlock the coded message was roughly the same as the transmission's duration. The data was interesting. Most interesting. Walking towards his Commanding Officer, Mindwipe began to address the imposing Mech known as Clench.

"Commander," the shrikebat drawled. "I have just learned from one of my...sources...that Grimlock is en route to Uraya. With him are nearly the entire Lightning Strike Coalition of old. Yes. Their flight plan showed they were stopping in Nova Cronum first. Yes. One can only...assume that this is to gather the LSC member we recently encountered there...Kup."

The mesmerist waited to see what his CO would make of this news.

Outside

>>5 cycles in the brig?<< Hook replied to Scrapper. >>Sounds good to me. I suppose... Not sure if the Autobots even know what such a thing as a brig is though! Not to worry, I can simply 'put him on stand by' for 5 cycles instead. Should do pretty much the same as 5 cycles in the brig I reckon.<<

Hook knealt down beside Triggerhappy, flipping a panel up on his head and crossing a few wires etc, Hook sent Triggerhappy to 'sleep' for the next 5 cycles. Standing up, staring at Triggerhappy, and then administering a sharp kick to the side of Triggerhappy's head, Hook turned to face the ruined radio tower.

>>There. All done.<< He said, talking to Scrapper once more. >>Mixmaster and myself are heading over to your position now.<<

Deceptibase Tau - Power Generators

Scrapper watched Hook deal with the Triggerhappy problem. He probably won't learn anything or be really disciplined by this, but it gets him out of our diodes for the time being, and that's whats important.
>>Bonecrusher, we can't leave him in the middle of the yard like that. Put him somewhere out of the way, and maybe leave a sign to say I've had him deactivated temporarily as a punishment. Then head after Scavenger and Long Haul<<

As Hook and Mixmaster arrived as the gap in the wall, Scrapper pointed inside to their destination. "There are 2 sets of power generators, the ones on this floor are slagged but the ones on the floor below need only minor repairs. Mixmaster, you can cannabalise the busted generators on this floor to make parts for the others, I'll give you the full specifications once I get a breem to take one apart. Hook, you start on the easy repairs below. We work fast, we'll be out of here in no time."

Deceptibase Tau - Curtain Wall

"...Shoulda just torn him up and fed him to Mixer..." Bonecrusher grumbled loudly as he carried Triggerhappy to the wall. Not that he even felt the wieght of the decepticon, more that he missed the oppurtunity to crush something.
He placed the inert Triggerhappy roughly against the wall in a sitting position, then, after a few astroseconds looking around, punched his finger into the Thetacrete of the wall and began to write.
PuTT AslEEP BI ScrAPPIR FER BIENG aN IDOUt
That done, he stomped in the vague direction of Complex A5.

Decepticon Outpost Tau

It had taken some effort to bring down every visible Autobot insignia, but it was a task that Wildrider had taken to with glee. It had been a long time since he had just been able to go around and deface some structures. Not since the days of the gang running rampant in the underbelly of Iacon, marking their territories here and there.

Kicking the last broken down insignia out of his way, he turns back to look at the approaching Drag Strip.

"Every slag frackin' one of 'em! Gone ! Hahahhahahah!!! Glitchin' rustbuckets would never think this was an Autobot hunk just a few orns ago."

Decepticon Outpost Tau

Ruckus' post-Repair Bay meanderings carried him back out near the perimeter of the former Autobot base, in the vicinity of the power generators. The sounds of voices attracted him to the bombed-out wreckage of the primary generators, where he was pleased to discover the Constructicons busily fulfilling their primary function. Given his penchant for spectacular recklessness on the battlefield, it was quite possible that the Triggercon had spent more time in their company than any other Decepticon presently functioning. And although he could have done without the frequent lectures on the benefits of regular maintenance or the value of discretion in combat, Ruckus was of the opinion that Scrapper and his crew were a solid bunch of mechanoids. And an asset to the Empire.

He just wished they wouldn't complain so much every time they were called upon to put him back together again after some particularly calamitous stunt. It started to grate on his audio receptors after a while.

Peeking his half-wrecked cranial unit through one of the gaps in the power generator's Thetacrete housing, Ruckus said, "Oi, Scrapper! 'Fraid we left a real mess for you an' yer team to patch up, yeah? Well, if ya need another set o' manual actuators to speed the job along, just lemme know. I'm short on orders at the moment, so I reckon my time's my own. At least 'til Roadblock realizes I'm out o' the shop, eh?"