The Energon Pub

The Lounge

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"Ya know, I had the weirdest vision." said Bonecruaher.

"Really now? I never took you to be the 'spiritual vision' type of mech." Needlenose inquired as he slid the next ready drink down the bar towards Bonecrusher. "Do tell," he requested echoing Weirdwolf, "I could use a good laugh right now. Heh."

Bonecrusher said after taking another drink, "ehh neither did I; I thought that stuff was a bunch of hooey, and still kinda do. I must've been having some sort of strange reaction to that medical equipment or something." Bonecrusher looked down at his hands, and saw how they were swirling around because of how much energon he had drunk, "I could tell ya I guess... uhhhhhh I was coming out of the Medical Bay, when I realised I was not in the right ship or something, and then there was something about the Fallen being creepy or something. I think it was just a bad nightmare because of just battling the Fallen."

Cryhavok wrote:The symphatizing pat on the back by Weirdwolf did not bring Skullcruncher's drink back. Neither did the arrival of Bonecrusher, whom the large warrior simply greeted with dour a grunt. The talk about weird vision did little to pick his interest either. He was too hungry and too upset over having royally screwed up. Again.

Bonecrusher shrugged after seeing Weirdwolf's face, "yeah, I mess up all the stinkin time too; I guess it's just a consequence of us being the big, bulky, strong, and good looking cons that the femcons seems to adore, hehe." said Bonecrusher, after getting a bit drunk off of his energon. "Ehh, what was I talkin about? Ahh I can't remember, must've not been important." said Bonecrusher, "uhhh you look pretty today..." said Bonecrusher to Weirdwolf, just before collapsing his head on the table. "wake me in a couple minutes..."

Medical Bay – Maximum Security Wing

“We'd be better off if I just got rid of Darkride for good,"

At Motormaster’s comment Orbitoclast snickered and then giggled. That would be the most appropriate move, but the sick sadomasochist was probably still of use to the High Command. He was one of the best after all. Ugh. But she could hardly stand the little fragger. Maybe she could slip accidentally…yes, just a simple accident.

“But I will do as you wish Commander,"

The thought of watching the life slip from the little gear stick faded, and the smirk that had formed on her face melted away when she heard Motormaster respond back to Razorclaw.

“Unless miss medical genius has better ideas," Motormaster grumbled to Orbitoclast, “I am going to nail Darkride's annoying face into his own slaggin' tailpipe with a download spike through his fraggin' cerebral processor unless I end up crushing his head first."

Orbitoclast looked up at the Motormaster and smiled broadly. “Not if I get to him first, sweetspark.” She gave him a playful nudge with her hip. “But for you I’m more than willing to share.” After another nudge the medic slipped past the Stunticon Comamnder to stop beside Drag Strip. Orbitoclast placed on hand on the mech’s shoulder and gave it a gentle pat.

“Now, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” From her free hand Orbitoclast produced a needle-like protrusion. She made a show of letting Drag Strip see the device. “Hold still, hon. This is gonna hurt, a lot.” She let out a cackle as she positioned the needle at Drag’s optical gutter and advanced.

Corridor outside Med Bay

Nightraven followed behind Skywarp as he exited the medical bay. For Nightraven, who thrived on not being in the spotlight, the med bay was a beacon for too much attention.

“Well, I’m glad to be out of there. It was getting way too crowded with all those who are not exactly seeker friendly. So, why don’t we head on down to the lounge. I could use a stiff drink of high grade right about now. Unless, you’ve got a better idea in mind."

The femme flashed Skywarp a quick smile.

"I have a better idea." Starscream said to Skywarp as he saw his fellow Seeker pass by. "What do you think your worth is to our glorious commander? Don't you want something more to do with your time than be an errand boy?" he asked with a smirk. "Do you really think Razorclaw will stay in power much longer? Over this bunch? Hah! Why don't you live up to your Seeker classification and seek a brighter future for yourself?"

Nightraven stopped beside the teleporter when the sound of Starscream’s voice caused them both to pause. The femme slipped silently back and just to the right side of Skywarp. The Seeker Commander’s words had hit home with her and, likely Skywarp as well. She looked in the black and purple flier’s direction.

She was right.

“I think we’re all worth nothing more than canon fodder to the likes of Razorclaw and his supporters. Although, I guess he still needs air support during battles, but I doubt he thinks highly of me or any seeker," Skywarp replied, standing tall and looking his commander directly in the optics. “And I’m no one’s errand boy...well...except yours, of course, but I’m definitely not for some Predacon beast! We were just heading to get a drink. That's all."

At that Nightraven stepped slightly closer to Skywarp as he pressed on. She would never take commands from anyone other than Starscream or Megatron himself….if he were still around. She was loyal to Starscream and to the Decepticon cause but she was also loyal to those who treated her and her brethren with the respect they deserved. And there weren’t many of those around anymore.
She watched Skywarp.

“So, with all due respect, Starscream, I guess my question to you is when are you going to do something and take what’s rightfully yours? And what can Nightraven and I do to help, sir?"

Nightraven nodded in agreement but she paused for a moment when she spotted Razorclaw exit the med bay. Carefully she slipped her hand into Skywarp's. "Skywarp..." she whispered.

Shockwave’s Laboratory

>>"Declarative: I find your proposal logical. Your respective skills will be utilized at a later time. Imperative: you will now need to secure Sixshot's cooperation. I am unsure as to whether he will see us holding his proverbial chain as being preferable to Starscream."<<

The black operative felt a form of relief that Shockwave had seen fit to agree. That was one difficult obstacle out of the way. More would certainly come, but Flamewar managed to enjoy the small victories in the constant war that was her role in the Decepticons. She kept her satisfaction from her face, however. No sense in revealing anything to Shockwave that could be helped. The less others knew about her, the easier her job would be now and in the future.

>>”Ah, yes. I have already taken steps with regards to Sixshot. However, Soundwave is working on the contingency plan. For the moment, we need only wait for him to finish his CR chamber cycle.”<<

Flamewar paused for a moment, remembering a debriefing that she had promised Razorclaw.

>>”I’ll need to speak to Razorclaw with regards to Starscream’s knowledge of Sixshot’s code shortly,”<< Flamewar said, alerting Shockwave as to the relative timeframe. The black operative’s optics flicked again to Shockwave’s current project. As the purple scientist said, there would be a later time for that. For the moment, the matter of the STAG’s control was at the forefront of her mind.

>>”I shall go now to do that unless you require anything else of me?”<< Flamewar queried already beginning the process of opening a communication with Razorclaw.


Med Bay

As the current Decepticon leader departed from the medical bay, something slipped into it beneath notice. It had noted the presence of the Seekers outside. As swiftly as it had entered the medical bay, it vanished into the rafters above, prowling like a dark shadow. Attention deflected from it. Ravage, now safely tucked away into the upper beams of the medical bay, moved more directly to his target.

Once he had a fair view of the Phase Sixer’s CR chamber, Ravage settled down atop the rafters, laying down in the darkness. Hm. A Predacon stared at the chamber much like him, but from much closer. A guardian that Razorclaw had undoubtedly seen fit to place there. Hm. The new feline lord was no fool. Good. Good. But that did not mean that he was Megatron. Or would ever be.

>>”I’m in position, Soundwave. Looks like Razorclaw had a similar idea. Tantrum guards Sixshot’s chamber. I doubt anyone will mess with him, but it might make things tricky for us later,”<< Ravage reported faithfully. Soundwave still hadn’t answered his earlier query, but he knew the boss would get to it when he wasn’t so busy.


"I have nothing to do at the moment except just lie here. Nothing much to disturb."

Darkfire looked at Shadowing as he gave her a tired smile.

"I suppose I would not know much of what you are going through. I usually work alone. Still, you should not all yourself to become too frustrated. Might as well try to make the best of it."

“I used to work alone. I suppose it is an adjustment,” Darkfire replied bleakly. Her optics drifted away from her companion to the other occupants in the medical bay. An assortment of mechanoids being repaired from their recent excursions in the battle with that flaming monstrosity. Not much to say. She glanced over to the Constructicons. Well. Aside from the monster that those lot had transformed into.

“Did you see the Constructicons during the battle?” she asked, glancing back to Shadowing.

Security Wing

Hook had largely been disoriented since their merger, but one thing he most certainly did recall with amazing clarity was the raw power he had wielded while on the Terran battlefield. It was intoxicating! Granted, he shared it to some degree with the other five members of the Constructicons, but it had not really felt that way. That power had been his! And what they could do with it? The possibilities were nigh limitless.

Looking around, he could see that he was now in the company of Combaticons rather than his fellow Constructicons. Yes. Of course. The new powers that be could hardly run the risk of allowing their new behemoth to run roughshod in such close quarters. Granted, none of the Constructicons were that insane......well....Mixmaster perhaps. But most of them had suitable enough control over their mental faculties to not attempt such madness. Even so, a whole new set of doors had opened themselves to the Constructicons. They would no longer be just "those builder guys". Oh no.

"You're a real help, Swindle," Hook overheard Vortex say, the pair of Combaticons standing just a few meters away from him. "Usually you're all over situations like this."

Hook sighed. This was clearly to be his lot for a while. Hopefully Scrapper was taking care of things on his end. Hook would be able to handle himself in the interim.

"Hey! Look! He's coming to!" Vortex said, looking over at Hook. The Constructicon Surgical Engineer pushed himself away from the wall and stretched out a few lingering, achey joints.

"Yes, I am awake. And I would also assume I'm not under arrest. I know what our leaders are intending by keeping me away from the others, however foolishly misguided an assumption it is. So...most of them are in the med bay correct?"

Vortex looked over at Swindle and then back at Hook, nodding slightly.

"Good. Well then, as I'm not in dire need of repairs, how about a brief stopover at the bar? I could use a stiff shot of engex."

Med-bay

The fact that Hook had been separated from the rest of their number was a cause for concern on Scrapper's part, but he instantly recognized why it had been done. Even so, he would need to rectify that little problem the next time he had a chance to speak with their new leader. And given their little technological leap, he didn't expect he would be waiting too long for that next opportunity/ In fact...he might not wait very long at all...

"Yes, very good information Scavenger," the Constructicon commander said, agreeably. Scavenger was certainly trying his best to be useful, as he always did. "All of you. You should commend yourselves. We've unlocked a secret that has remained unsolvable for a countless stretch of vorns now. Granted, we may not have done it completely unaided, but the fact remains that we did it. No one else. We are Decepticons, and to the victor always go the spoils. That will be no different for us. We knew all along the power that devastator would bring us. Now it's time to start collecting on that investment."

Scrapper rubbed the chin structure of his faceplate idly.

"In the meantime, I want you guys to fly under the radar. Don't go around drawing unnecessary attention to yourselves. I'm going to work on securing us the positions of power we've earned."

Scrapper exchanged brief glances with the other Constructicons.

"Make sure Hook and Bonecrusher are kept in the loop. I'll be on the bridge if you need me," he said, having noticed that Razorclaw left the med bay not long before him and given that he was the Supreme Commander of the Decepticons, that was almost inevitably where he would be headed. So too would he, then.

Med-Bay:

It took Bonecrusher a couple minutes to wake up out of his energon-filled drunkenness, and it took him a few more minutes to crawl down to the Med Bay to check up on the other Constructicons.

When he finally got there, and saw all the others talking, and Scrapper leaving, he knew he missed something.

"Should I be informed of something team?" asked Bonecrusher, "I knew I shouldn't have drunk the strong stuff." Bonecrusher was still getting over his dizziness, but he was fully alert.

Bonecrusher still was kinda pissed about Hook being separated from the rest of the team; Devastator should be able to combine whenever he wants.

Med Bay

"Perhaps, I am not certain. When I was set on fire I think it damaged my short term memories. I don't remember too well even how I got like this. What did the Constructicons do?"

He replied calmly, considering what he had been through..

Med-Bay:

"The other Decepticons don't want us to combine again without their permission," said Bonecrusher, "so they separated Hook from us. Bastards." Bonecrusher then sat down on a table right next to them, "well, we're listening! what's going on team? What did I miss?"

Med-Bay

Scrapper's orders seemed to make sense. Not the most exciting of orders when they had just schemed and built their way to creating the most powerful Decepticon to ever exist, but Mixmaster supposed he could "fly under the radar" for the time being, as their unit commander had ordered.

It wasn't long before Bonecrusher made his boisterous presence known, having been conspicuously absent from the med bay when Scrapper was debriefing with them.

"Drinking already? Geez. Not good good good, heheh. That where you went? The lounge?" Mixmaster chuckled, looking over at the much stronger Constructicon and not wanting to agitate him. At the Constructicon's next question, Mixmaster just shook his head in the negative.

"Nope nope nope. Nothing major. Not much we can do for Hook right now, but the chief is working on that. Meantime-he says we lay low. Don't go, y'know, firing up any brawls--or Brawls, hehe--while we have some downtime. Top off your energon and make sure ya look all shiny and new."
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Shockwave's Laboratory

At Flamewar's response, Shockwave said nothing. The impetus, for the time being, in accomplishing her objectives lay with her own initiative--as well as Soundwave, to whatever degree he might or might not be actually assisting the black operative. There was little he could do for now except continue with the projects that had occupied the majority of his time since his reactivation.

"No further imperatives. Proceed as you will," Shockwave said evenly before returning to his own work.

Medical Bay – Maximum Security Wing

Orbitoclast looked up at the Motormaster and smiled broadly. “Not if I get to him first, sweetspark.” She gave him a playful nudge with her hip. “But for you I’m more than willing to share.” After another nudge the medic slipped past the Stunticon Comamnder to stop beside Drag Strip. Orbitoclast placed on hand on the mech’s shoulder and gave it a gentle pat.

Hah, this girl had some spark. Having the courage to interact with the infamous King of Roads in such manner required better bearings than most Cybertronians had to offer. Certainly not Motormaster's own Stunticons excluding the occasional exception from Wildrider's crazy streaks. He had terrorized them for long enough to be both fearful and obedient even when he wasn't present. Really, he should make the cackling medbot a honorary Stunticon. Considering the amount of damage the Stunticons went through on casual basis, they sure could use of a surgeon of their own. And with Blackjack, Detour, Hyperdrive, Offroad and Road Hugger gone missing or having been captured by the Autobots, his gang certainly wasn't like it used to be at its heyday.

”Enough wasting time,” Motormaster boomed, ”I want to see him squirm.”

“Now, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” From her free hand Orbitoclast produced a needle-like protrusion. She made a show of letting Drag Strip see the device. “Hold still, hon. This is gonna hurt, a lot.” She let out a cackle as she positioned the needle at Drag’s optical gutter and advanced.

The sadistic grin on Motormaster's face grew even more sinister out of anticipation as Orbitoclast positioned the needle next to the yellow racer's optical gutter.

”Do it.”

Medical Bay - Maximum Security Wing

Drag Strip continued to squirm as he watched Orbitoclast gather her things out of the corner of his optic. Motormaster’s sword turned and twisted, making the pain levels rise in the nerve receptors within Drag's abdominal region. It was agonizing, but not so much as what this femme was about to do to him. By her own assurances, the former herald knew that this wasn’t going to be a simple scan. It would be far more intrusive and painful than that.

“I’m no spawn of Unicron, please,” Drag Strip tried to say as the massive sword twisted around in his body again. “Aaaahhhhh!!!” The subsequent appearance of Razorclaw brought him no relief as the Predacon lord only gave further permission to proceed with the mind probe. The yellow Stunticon had no friends here, not anymore, not after what he had done down in Uluru. This was his punishment and it would be far worse than any other he had ever received. And, by all accounts, he deserved it. All of it.

Orbitoclast then returned to Drag Strip’s side, producing a needle-like device directly over his optical gutter. She told the former herald to hold still and that this procedure was going to hurt a lot. “Please no. Can’t you probe my mind some other way? You don’t need to stick me in my optic with that thing!” The surgeon seemed to hesitate for a brief moment. Although, it was likely not out of concern or pity for Drag Strip, but to relish his continual torment just a little bit longer. That hesitation was short lived when Motormaster ordered her to stop wasting time and do it already.

“No, please, don’t!” Drag Strip implored Orbitoclast, but it was of no use. The surgical femme continued to lower the device's needle towards his optical gutter. “Noooooooooooo!!!!!” The former racing champion shouted as he turned his head to one side in the hopes of delaying the inevitable.

Thanatos--Bridge

"Right, right. My bad," Rampage said, holding his hands up mock-apologetically. "Just as long as we get there. Razorclaw is on his way."

Rampage's optics then quickly flipped from Headstrong back to the paused episode of The Vanderpump Rules.

"Kristen is such a drama queen. Bleh," he grunted. He then started to flip through the available broadcast signals looking for The Ultimate Fighter. That was a human show much more up his alley.
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Lounge

Breakdown sprinted through the sliding doors into the lounge, stopping himself just before he ran into the bar counter.

"I won," he said, pleased with himself as he looked back in the direction of the other two. "I won!"

Med-Bay

After hearing out what Mixmaster had to say, Bonecrusher said "Good to hear, I do need to fuel up on some non-toxicated energon." Bonecrusher then paused, and started holding his belly, "uh, those shots of energon just didn't sit right with my gas-tank..." Bonecrusher held back his barf.

Bridge

The doors to the bridge parted and slid open, revealing Razorclaw, Supreme Leader of the Decepticons. The Predacon lord entered and immediately took note of the three Predacons that were present - Rampage, Divebomb and Headstrong. They were all at their respective stations as they should be, while Tantrum remained down in the med bay keeping watch over Sixshot’s CR chamber. It was now time to move on from the battle with the Fallen and get back to the war with the Autobots.

“Predacons, report!” Razorclaw bellowed as he took a seat in the command chair. It felt good to be back where he belonged. The lion-former felt at home in his chair on the bridge of his ship. “I want a full status update on the Thanatos. The Fallen did considerable damage to our ship before the battle. Have all systems been fully repaired yet? Also, what is the status of the bounce chamber? Have automated repair drones been dispatched? If not, get them there at once! We cannot rely on Astrotrain or standard shuttles alone to transport us. We need our orbital bounce capabilities restored ASAP!”

Razorclaw leaned back in his chair, placing his forearms onto the arm rests. Tapping a small console on the right with a single clawed actuator, the Predacon lord activated two trap doors on either side of his throne. As they slid open, two mechanical appendages rose from the floor, each gripping a brand new concussion cannon within their silver pincers. Once at the appropriate height, the appendages attached each concussion cannon to Razorclaw’s shoulder joints. Then, as quickly as they had risen, the automated arms disappeared back into the floor, the trap doors closing behind them.

The Predacon leader then tapped a few more commands into the console and yet another panel opened, this time from the base of the chair, itself. A new sonic sword slowly rose up, its hilt positioned at the top. Razorclaw leaned forward and grasped the blade in his right hand, holding it up to bare as the panel slid shut again. A broad smile formed underneath his faceshield as the lion-former inspected his replacement sword. It looked just like the old one he had lost to the Fallen’s dark energies, and it felt the same, too. The only difference was the sheer smoothness and perfect shine, revealing a lack of scrapes, cuts or other damage. It was indicative of a blade that had not yet been used in battle. That would soon change, however. Oh, yes, very soon.

“It feels good to be armed again,” Razorclaw muttered to himself as he awaited a response from his subordinates.

Lounge

Following Breakdown’s sudden entrance was Wildrider in alternate mode, spinning wildly out of control into the room. Right before he would have crashed into Breakdown, he transformed, flinging himself across the room and onto one of the tables. “Whoo!” Hopping off the table with one motion, he trotted over to Breakdown, glancing toward the now official slowpoke and sorry slagger of the group Dead End.

“Too bad so sad, Deady. Looks like you get to be the one to talk to Motormaster! But anyway, what’s a guy gotta break to get a drink around here? HEY! Talkin’ to you, fly boy!” Wildrider shouted, indicating Needlenose.


Windsweeper was far too preoccupied with the mess to notice Skullcruncher’s malicious look. If he had, he might have recoiled a bit in fear. As it was, however, Windsweeper gathered up the broken bits of glass and leaked energon and tossed them into the rubbish bin. As he was doing that, Bonecrusher sauntered up muttering some nonsense about visions and such. Needlenose and Weirdwolf seemed interested though, and Windsweeper was content to let them deal with the crazy Constructicon.

"I could tell ya I guess... uhhhhhh I was coming out of the Medical Bay, when I realised I was not in the right ship or something, and then there was something about the Fallen being creepy or something. I think it was just a bad nightmare because of just battling the Fallen."

“An odd dream, indeed. But nothing think I to be concerned about,” Weirdwolf said to Bonecrusher. It was then that Bonecrusher had an odd reaction to the energon that he was drinking and passed out. “Hm. Peculiar. Take him for a light-weight I did not.” Weirdwolf resumed the consumption of his drink, during which time Bonecrusher woke and staggered back out of the Lounge as abruptly as he had arrived.

Following the Constructicon’s departure, the Stunticons burst in, making the lounge a touch more lively yet again. Perhaps too lively. But that remained to be seen for the time being. Taking a sip of his mood whiplash, Weirdwolf again noticed the other lupine mechanoid in the room, sitting by himself. His highly trained senses picked up on something that the mech uttered.

"This still doesn't seem... right..."

“Troubles him what does I wonder…” Weirdwolf muttered under his breath softly, blatantly ignoring Wildrider’s shouting. On top of sounding troubled, the blue and white mech in question looked rather troubled as well. He got at strange sense from him. Curiosity compelled him to investigate. Rising to his feet, Weirdwolf walked over to Warwolf’s table and slapped his hand down on the table to get the mech’s attention.

“Reveling are we over by the bar. Care to join us would you?”

Med Bay

"Perhaps, I am not certain. When I was set on fire I think it damaged my short term memories. I don't remember too well even how I got like this. What did the Constructicons do?"

“Oh, nothing much. They just all became one giant Constructicon and pretty much devastated the Fallen. To some extent at least.”

Darkfire chuckled somewhat darkly and looked over to the Constructicons. One would never guess that they possessed such a frightening ability from appearances.

“This is likely to cause a shake-up in the power struggle. The Constructicons made a bold statement. Well. Doesn’t really concern me anyhow. I’ll keep doing what I always have. There will always be a use for people like me,” Darkfire said almost thinking aloud. She glanced to Shadowing. “Everyone else can fight over the seat of power.”

Darkfire stared off blankly. She didn’t have anything really worth fighting for anymore. The Decepticon cause? Really just an excuse to continue her work. Not that she would ever admit that aloud or anything. Those like the DJD and other loyalist tended not to take it that well.


"Yes, very good information Scavenger," the Constructicon commander said, agreeably.

Scavenger’s faceplate lit up at the praise, sending the puppycon immediately to cloud nine. However, he quickly tuned back in to what Scrapper was saying. Flying under the radar. Yeah. He could do that! He couldn’t fly! Oh wait. Yes, he could. Then, he wouldn’t fly for a bit then! Scavenger nodded to himself. No fly zone here! Leave it all to Scrapper. Scavenger waved farewell to the Constructicon commander as he left them to their repairs.

Bonecrusher strolled in just as Scrapper was leaving, causing the puppycon to try to sit up. Mixmaster managed to answer him before Scavenger did, but he was quick to add what Mixmaster had forgotten.

“Scrapper also said no flying! Well, he said fly low! But it’s just easier not to fly, I think,” Scavenger said with an eager nod. Upon hearing that Bonecrusher felt ill, Scavenger felt immediately compelled to do something about it. “Don’t worry! I got you!”

Leaping to his feet despite the medical drones working on him, Scavenger trotted away to fetch some clean energon, the medical drone chasing him all the way and whirring angrily. He soon returned with the canister in hand and offered it to Bonecrusher. “Here ya go, Bonecrusher!” The medical drone poked one of Scavenger’s reopened wounds. “Yip! Ow! Watch it!” Scavenger hissed, swatting the drone with the back of his hand.


“Yeah! We'll make them pay!”

That voice was unmistakable. Blast-Off onlined his optics to glance over to the uproar caused by none other than his comrade Brawl. He rested on the medical berth, being operated on by several drones. He’d not escaped unscathed from the battle with the Fallen despite having fought from his usual place on high. He had missed whatever Brawl was going on about. He did catch Razorclaw’s departure. A speech then maybe. Nothing too important, but he ought to check just in case.

“Onslaught?” Blast-Off managed, looking over to the Combaticon Commander. “Do we have new orders?”

Shockwave’s Laboratory

"No further imperatives. Proceed as you will," Shockwave said evenly before returning to his own work.

Flamewar nodded simply and moved away from the purple scientist. There was, for the moment, nothing that required Shockwave’s attention, though there were matters that concerned her. Often it seemed like her work would never be done. But it was all for the good of the Decepticon cause. She exited the laboratory, casting a cursory glance to Battletrap who waited outside.

Ignoring him, she began to move through the corridors of the ship. If he had not been grievously injured during the combat with the Fallen, Razorclaw would likely secure his seat of power, which in this case, would be the bridge of the Thanatos. Flamewar moved toward it. If he was in the medical bay recovering, then he would likely still go to the bridge relatively swiftly. It was a seat of power both figuratively and literally.

>>”Lord Razorclaw? This is Flamewar. If you have the time, perhaps you would care to hear that debriefing I promised you?”<<

Med-Bay:

Bonecrusher was feeling pretty bad as Scavenger carried him to the medical drones. "Uhh Scavenger, I don't normally feel like this when I have a dose of intoxicated energon, that energon was tampered with." said Bonecrusher, who was feeling the room spin around him, "I've been poisoned, by one of the Stunticons no doubt; I hate those spawns of glitches; they probably wanted to play a sick prank on me. If I find out they did it, I'll blast through their sparks."

Med-Bay

"Good to hear, I do need to fuel up on some non-toxicated energon. Uh, those shots of energon just didn't sit right with my gas-tank..."

Bonecrusher suddenly looked like he was feeling nauseous. That was the last thing that Mixmaster wanted to deal with. He was no stranger to odd concoctions of chemicals. He whipped them up all the time. But he liked to keep them inside and control when they were coming out. Fortunately Scavenger jumped in to save the day. Good ol' Scavenger.

"Oh. Yeah. Right right right. No flying!" Mixmaster said, agreeably. He then looked at Scavenger. "Wait, why would we go flying? I like the ground just fine."
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Bridge

“Predacons, report! I want a full status update on the Thanatos. The Fallen did considerable damage to our ship before the battle. Have all systems been fully repaired yet? Also, what is the status of the bounce chamber? Have automated repair drones been dispatched? If not, get them there at once! We cannot rely on Astrotrain or standard shuttles alone to transport us. We need our orbital bounce capabilities restored ASAP!”

Razorclaw made his entrance on to the bridge carrying himself with a fresh air of authority that Rampage hadn't noticed before. Razorclaw was always something of a commanding figure. He had to be in order to tame a pack of unruly and independent warlords such as the Predacons, but now having overcome the many adversities that faced him, he looked as if he was ready to take on the universe. That was good, since he was going to have to.

"Yeah, all mobile and stationary repair systems are engaged," Rampage said, looking over his consoles and quietly minimizing the holoscreens that were displaying various forms of Terran entertainment. He didn't know what the status of all those repairs were, but Headstorng or Divebomb might.

“It feels good to be armed again,” Razorclaw said and Rampage looked over to see their leader clad in some spiffy new equipment. Yep. Decepticon leader. And they were his inner cadre. It would be the high life from here on.

"I bet, heh. What are we going to test those new armaments on now?"
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Soundwave's chest cavity

So much was going on. And Soundwave was always a master of staying on top of occurrences, but part of the reason he was so successful was clearly due to the small army of Casseticons that had been entrusted to him by Megatron all those many vorns ago. And even though Ratbat resented the fact that he had gone from the lofty perch of the Cybertronian senate to becoming one of those Casseticons, this form was not entirely without its uses. Being so close to Soundwave, who had been so close to Megatron, had kept the spy within the inner circles of power for a very long time.

>>"It might behoove you to know, Soundwave, that I recently picked up some interesting Terran chatter. When we were down there facing the Fallen, I dug a little deeper. It seems one of Onslaught's little soldiers has misplaced a few of his armaments."<<

Ratbat let that little factoid sink in for a moment before adding another.

>>"The fleshbags have them. They have no idea what they have yet....but...it's only a matter of time."<<

Outside Med Bay

"So, with all due respect, Starscream, I guess my question to you is when are you going to do something and take what’s rightfully yours? And what can Nightraven and I do to help, sir?”

The question took Starscream by surprise a little. He expected a bit of a protest from Skywarp. Nonetheless, he has known his Seeker brother long enough to handle him.

"What you can do?" he asked with a smile. "First thing, do you know what shape the shuttles on this big tub are in?"

After asking, Starscream caught Nightraven's movement. He then followed the Seeker's optics to where they were focused behind Starscream. He saw Razorclaw in the distance, and turned back to the others.

"Don't be intimidated by him." Starsceam said. "His power comes from others' perception of him. If you don't give the power to him, he won't have it to intimidate you."

Starscream then looked past Skywarp to where Lock On and Vertigo were.

"Are you two ready?" he asked. "Seems like we may have a mutiny in the works!"

He then looked back at Skywarp and Nightraven to see their reaction to the m-word.

Outside Med Bay

The most viciously gleeful look went across Lock On's face when Starscream said mutiny. The thought of all that violence warmed his little spark. "Always ready, Starscream." He finally said with a wicked smile.

Vertigo's data pad beeped at him. An update on Feedback's status has come through. "Of course, Air Commander I an ready at your command" He said sounding a touch distracted as he looked at the data pad. "You asked me to monitor Feedback. His CR chamber is reporting his primary systems are almost fully repaired. It is starting to prioritize his specialized systems right now."

Lunar Orbit

The Decepticon Battlecruiser Thanatos slowed its approach to Sol-3’s satellite body and eased into a stationary lunar orbit. The massive warship settled directly next to the Combaticon frigate Obliteration, which had remained behind with only a skeleton crew aboard when the Thanatos was called to action against the fiery demigod. Now, the two vessels were again in close proximity to each other and soon they would be joined together once docking procedures were initiated.

Bridge

From the control panel embedded in the command chair, Razorclaw brought up the primary holoscreen directly ahead. The Earth’s moon shown brightly, illuminating the bridge in a grayish white glow. It’s surface was dead, littered with scars and craters from thousands of meteor strikes over the many vorns that had preceded their arrival on this backwater scrap of a world. Sol-3 had once been an insignificant planet, but now, whether anyone liked it or not, Earth would play an important role in the war and the future of the Decepticon Empire.

Checking the readings, Razorclaw smiled underneath his faceshield. “I see that we are in lunar orbit. Good,” the Predacon lord said aloud just before Rampage had delivered the first bit of news regarding the ship’s overall repairs. Apparently, both mobile and stationary repair systems were engaged. That was a start, but not the full status update that he had requested. “That’s all well and good, Rampage, but I still require the status of said repairs. How much longer until our ship is fully operational? Think you can pull yourself away from your Earth programs long enough to find that out?”

Razorclaw was becoming somewhat impatient. His Predacons knew better than to give him half an answer, but sometimes even they forgot what their leader expected of them. Rampage, as powerful of a warrior as he was, quite often became distracted by this planet’s television shows. What he saw in those disgusting flesh creatures and their fake stories the lion-former would never understand. Still, Rampage was a great fighter and an asset to not only the Predacon unit but to the entirety of the empire, itself.

“And while you’re at it, Rampage, be so kind as to locate the present whereabouts of Thunderwing,” Razorclaw added as he laced his clawed actuators together in front of him, leaning his hands on the hilt of his sonic sword as the tip of the blade touched the floor. “I’ve haven’t seen him since we returned from the battle. He wasn’t in the med bay nor did I encounter him on my way back to the bridge. This greatly concerns me for obvious reasons. I want to know immediately once you have his location. As for testing my new armaments...” the Predacon lord paused as he looked over his weapons again before returning his attention to Rampage. "Depending on what our dear carapace encased scientist is up to I may need to test them on a 'who' instead of a 'what'."

Razorclaw chuckled slightly before turning his gaze over to his ground assault specialist. “Headstrong, according to the outward sensors we’re currently positioned next to the Obliteration. Initiate docking procedures at once and extend the tunnel. I want our ships connected as soon as possible.”

The Predacon lord had no sooner given his latest order when he received a private transmission from Flamewar, requesting an audience with him in order to provide the debriefing that she had previously promised. This femme had been a strong Megatron loyalist as well as a black operative throughout the war. The many secrets she must surely hold could prove invaluable to the new Predacon regime. Perhaps it was time to find out where her loyalties truly lie now that the lion-former was in charge.

>>”I would very much like to hear your debriefing, Flamewar. I am currently on the bridge. Meet me here in one breem, and we will discuss whatever you have on your mind.”<<

Outside Med Bay

“Shuttles?” Skywarp replied to Starscream in the form of a question without intending to actually ask one. “Um, well as far as I know the shuttles here are fine. From what I overheard in the medical bay it’s the bounce chamber that needs fixing. That’s why Astrotrain had to bring you guys back up. At least, that’s what some of the mechs in there were complaining about. Not enough room and all.”

The teleporter then felt Nightraven’s hand on his own as she whispered his name. Skywarp looked off down the corridor to catch sight of someone disappearing around a corner. “Was that Razorclaw? I'm surprised he didn't say something to us.” If it had been the lion-former, he was long gone now and more importantly he had not bothered the seekers. Starscream was, of course, not intimidated by the Predacon ‘lord’ and told his aerial brethren not to be, either. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense, Starscream. Except when ‘Claw rams that sword of his through someone. I'm pretty sure that’s a power he’ll always have no matter what our perception of him is. Heh.”

Skywarp then cast an uneasy smile towards Nightraven as the Seeker Commander turned his attention to Lock On and Vertigo. They exchanged words, one of which was ‘mutiny’. That particular word grabbed Skywarp’s attention immediately as he swiftly looked from the seeker femme back to Starscream again. “A mutiny?!” The teleporter exclaimed before quickly lowering his vocals to a whisper. “Are you planning on taking over the Thanatos or something?”

Bridge

Heh, at least it had been Rampage who had gained the brunt of the Predacon leader's scolding this time. Headstrong had been alert enough to having taken somewhat less leisure time indicating pose once the hiss of the bridge door had given the first hint of Razorclaw's arrival. Too bad it didn't mean their leader having no tasks to give him as well. And to be honest, he had bunch of very fresh disturbing news to share with their commander anyway.

”Not to suggest that I know what to do better than you boss but you will want to look at these readings first,” Headstrong gruffed, turning from the instrument panel before him towards Razorclaw himself.

”There. Thanatos' surveillance systems have recognized 3 new objects within our scanning range,” the stubborn Predacon spoke up, ”Or rather, recognized them after we got the system booted up around the time you woke up. ”One of them is untrackable, having emerged through transwarp rift within the Kupler Belt, and that's when we lost it. Another one has been logged appearing shortly after the first one. It is carrying a ghost shield but sent a short data burst with Decepticon identification tag available to us. Destroyer Burning Justice. That vessel belongs to the 2nd fleet.”

Headstrong grimaced, for the news were disturbing considering their current shaky position in the command of the Decepticons, ”Which means... you know... Scorponok.”

”And well. The last one is this. Here. It isn't even trying to hide. One of our spy satellites managed to get a pretty clear image though,” Headstrong continued with a large Autobot battlecruiser appearing on the monitor. ”Computer has not been able to identify the vessel. But those badges are pretty good indication on who it belongs to.”

”So, uh. What are you orders?”

Bridge

It was not lost on Rampage at all that Headstrong and Divebomb had avoided chiming in with a response to their leader's opening salvo of questions. That left him trying to scramble through a shipful of data trying to find out exactly what Razorclaw wanted to know. It was a lot easier to just slam a sword into someone's spark.

“That’s all well and good, Rampage, but I still require the status of said repairs. How much longer until our ship is fully operational? Think you can pull yourself away from your Earth programs long enough to find that out?”

"Uhh...of course," Rampage said, growling low in deference to the pack leader, his hands still working furiously over the ship's consoles. Fortunately this was their personal ship within the Decepticon war machine, so even though he had been tasked with pulling together a great deal of information, he knew to look to get it.

"The automated systems have completed, eh, looks like about 87% of the repairs. The hangar has been put back together in the time since our little scuffle, heh, and...eh...looks like it's just the bounce chamber holding us up. The drones have got as far as they're gonna get. They've stalled out. It's gonna take one of them green guys to fine tune it back to 100%."

“And while you’re at it, Rampage, be so kind as to locate the present whereabouts of Thunderwing. I’ve haven’t seen him since we returned from the battle. He wasn’t in the med bay nor did I encounter him on my way back to the bridge. This greatly concerns me for obvious reasons. I want to know immediately once you have his location. As for testing my new armaments...Depending on what our dear carapace encased scientist is up to I may need to test them on a 'who' instead of a 'what'."

Huh.....that was interesting.

"Thunderwing..Thunderwing.....Thunder-ah! Here he is. He's holed up in one of the auxiliary labs. Shockwave's in one. He's in another."

Shockwave. Soundwave. Starscream. Thunderwing. Sixshot. Now this secrety Flamewar mecc. There were a lot of powerful, commandery type Decepticons aboard this thing right now. They were going to have to keep their optics wide open.