The Energon Pub

Hangar Bay

”Everyone ready?!”

And there he was, the King of the Roads, the bane of Drag Strip’s existence. Motormaster had entered the hanger and wasted no time in screaming at everyone right after he threw Wildrider a good distance across the room. He then gave Astrotrain his orders before demanding to know where Knock-Out was. As that was all transpiring, the terrorist had picked himself up off the floor and quickly noticed his yellow teammate.

“Oh ho ho, look what the turbofox dragged in. How ya doin’, loser? You know, I thought the crazy fragger thing was my shtick. But then you go and sign on with a slaggin’ demigod. I think I’ll kick yer aft for it!”

Wildrider’s taunts were expected but still grating on Drag Strip’s audio receptors. But what was worse was the subsequent kick to the yellow racer’s aft plate that ended up hurting more than it should have. “Hey! Knock it off, ‘Rider!” Drag turned and shouted back, giving the terrorist a hard shove with both hands. “I’m sorry, all right? That fraggin’ Fallen got into my head. I wasn’t myself. I’d like to see you resist the influence of a demigod.”

"Yeah, twenty chits says Motormaster lets you have a little 'accident' while we're down planetside and we hafta find ourselves a new Stunticon when we're done, heheh."

Breakdown had now decided to add his own opinion into the mix. Drag Strip turned to face his paranoid comrade. “You want to replace me, huh? Well, good luck with that. Although, I hear Offroad's available. Maybe you could ask him to join up.” The yellow Stunticon sneered at the blue and white mech before his attention was drawn back to Motormaster who was now addressing everyone, having found Knock-Out.

”Listen you turboworm droppings! The bad news is that you boys drew the short stick without even knowing it! Commander Razorclaw wants us to retrieve the Ultrax and the sizeable energon cache stored innit. And whether you like it or not, that's what we are going to do. Knock-Out here is charged with making the frigate fly worthy again. Astrotrain and Octane are out transport given we cannot bounce the energon directly back into the Thanatos. And you four dimwits are the labor force. Deal with it. Astrotrain, it is time to go.”

With the mission details fully revealed and Astrotrain now transformed into his space shuttle alt mode, Drag Strip wasted no time in taking his leave of his two comrades and entering the triplechanger through his bay doors. Once inside, the former herald quickly found a seat by himself and waited for the others to follow.

Shockwave’s Laboratory

Before Razorclaw had received any kind of response from Shockwave in regards to Sixshot’s eventual new code, Soundwave had quietly entered the lab and approached the Predacon lord, drawing his attention away from the proceedings for a brief moment.

>>"Lord Razorclaw. The crew of the Burning Justice is awaiting a response."<<

Razorclaw groaned slightly under his breath. It was not that he was annoyed with Soundwave. No. He was simply unsure of what to do about Scorponok’s demand to speak with Megatron. Even having heard from his inner circle, the Predacon lord was still undecided on how to handle the situation. Speaking with the arachnid was going to be unavoidable and once he discovered that the slagmaker was missing and the lion-former had taken the mantle of leadership, Scorponok would most certainly come to the Sol System. Then Razorclaw would either have to defend the throne once again or simply give it to the High Commander of the Second Expansion Fleet and thus avert more infighting. Of course, either option would likely end with Scorponok taking command, as Razorclaw did not yet have the power available to stop the arachnid. Even with Devastator and Sixshot, the Predacon lord was unsure if that would be enough to ward off Scorponok and his own forces.

>>”I’m sure they are, Soundwave.”<< Razorclaw finally replied to the communications expert through their private comm link. >>” I have not yet determined what response to give them. Continue producing the static interference as I previously instructed in order to buy us more time. Once I have made a final decision, which will be sooner rather than later, I will alert you as such.”<<

Razorclaw then turned his attention back to the procedure on Sixshot, still awaiting an explanation from Shockwave on how the new code will be entered and by whom.

Shockwave's Laboratory

“I recall my prior experience quite well, Shockwave. And, as before, the invasiveness of the procedure will not be an issue for me. As you should know, unlike most Cybertronians, I can withstand an immense amount of pain and not twitch a diode,” Sixshot responded, confirming that he was ready to undergo the procedure once more. As he positioned himself onto the berth, Shockwave began accessing the manual and automated tools that would be required to perform the delicate procedure as well as the algorithms that would need to be stripped and replaced in order to ensure the security of the new shutdown code.

“Shockwave, once the original code has been deleted, how will the new one be entered into Sixshot exactly? Will you do it, yourself, thus giving you knowledge of it, or will I simply enter a new code of my own choosing so that only I possess it? I’m unaware of how things were handled back when Megatron had you initially install the killswitch. That’s why I’m asking now,” Razorclaw interjected, clearly voicing some concerns that had, heretofore, gone unspoken. Curious. Shockwave turned his attention away from the monitor which currently held his gaze and turned his golden, singular optic upon the Decepticon Supreme Leader.

"Declarative: Your query is logical. As with Megatron, I will program the new shutdown code into the STAG and then it will be securely transmitted to you."

Shockwave then took a further step away from his monitor.

"When I completed the procedure under Megatron, as I did with each of his Warriors Elite, Megatron forced me to erase my knowledge of the code under penalty of my own destruction should it somehow be discovered that I had not. It was logical to concede. Megatron was nothing if not resourceful."

The strategist paused.

"I have no intention of repeating that error. I will also possess the shutdown code. I calculate a 84.2396% probability that you require my cooperation more than Megatron did. You choose whether the variable in this equation is Starscream or myself. You will have to content yourself with the fact that I agree that Starscream is a greater threat to Sixshot's stability than you are. Your alternative will be to leave the status quo as it remains."

Bridge

Ravage offlined his optics as Soundwave patted him on his head, onlining them again when he ceased. The cassetticon would never admit it aloud, but he rather enjoyed such gestures. Though, only from Soundwave and Megatron. The latter of which, sadly, was no longer with them. Ravage’s ears drooped slightly at the thought, but he soon shook it off as Soundwave began to speak.

"Normally it would, my old friend." Soundwave replied with his usual monotone, "But the unknown variables are too high to send you alongside the Seekers. Laserbeak is able to keep up with the Seekers in the air."

Ravage inclined his head slightly at the wisdom of Soundwave’s decision. It was true that Laserbeak could better keep up with seekers than he could ever hope to. The jaguar savored another pat as Soundwave continued.

"Besides, your stealth capabilities may be more of more use to us here. Buzzsaw can cover for Laserbeak's usual duties, but neither of them could cover for you. C'mon, We need to talk to our Supreme Commander now."

Ravage rose to his feet and followed silently beside Soundwave as his friend and superior exited the bridge.


Shockwave’s Laboratory

>>”I must say, Flamewar, you seem to have thought of everything. Well done. Indeed, I am fine with the changes you have laid out, especially in regards to Razorclaw having a false code. However, lets just leave the number of handlers at three. I understand your reasoning for it, checks and balances and all, but three is more than enough, wouldn’t you agree, my dear? Let’s not add any more.”<<

Matters arranged as they were, Flamewar was more than content to keep the number of handlers at three. In all honesty, she would have preferred to keep it solely to herself. But circumstances would always be far from ideal, and she would adjust and adapt as she always had. Shockwave was the only handler that she was particularly…concerned about. Soundwave would never compromise the Decepticons. Flamewar would keep a watchful optic on him, of course, but, of the three, Shockwave was the most…variable.

Flamewar was, of course, relieved that the change in plans was amicable to Sixshot. At the moment, no one could control him if he went on a rampage save Starscream. Keeping her new…friend…happy was now one of her top concerns.

>>”Agreed,”<< Flamewar said simply, >>”It’s just a shame that I couldn’t keep you all to myself.”<<

She added a bit of levity into her last sentence, fighting the reflexive urge to cut the comm line after finishing. Instead, she kept it open, in case Sixshot felt the need or want to pitch in with more commentary. She glanced at him as Sixshot spoke aloud to her.

“I’m sure he can handle things on his own, my dear, but if it speeds things along then, by all means, stay and help. You’ll get no objections from me.”

“Of course. Shockwave, simply know that I am entirely at your disposal,” she said blithely.

Her attention shifted to Razorclaw as he asked about how matters regarding the killswitch were handled. Flamewar admitted to some curiosity herself, not having been present at the prior event. She kept her expression serene and passive, however. Content merely to listen. That was until Soundwave entered the lab unannounced. The flick of movement in her corner of her optic was enough to alert her to his entrance. He did not, however, try to make his presence known. After a long moment, she concluded that he was not here to speak with her either. Perhaps Razorclaw then…

Flamewar debated sending him a transmission to ascertain the situation. She wondered if the communications officer would even bother to share. Well, she would not learn anything if she did not bother to act.

>>”Is something wrong, Soundwave?”<<

Before she received an answer from the CCO, however, Shockwave replied to Razorclaw’s query, detailing the process of how Megatron arranged it the first time around. A bit of sorrow cut her to her spark when she remembered with warmth the pride that she had felt in following him. Pride she was unlikely to ever feel again now.

"I have no intention of repeating that error.”

Error? Flamewar glanced to Shockwave at those words, a certain enmity flickering within her. She, of course, kept her countenance schooled. Yet that particular comment was unappreciated. The only error was in ever allowing Starscream to discover the code in the first place. However that occurred.

”I will also possess the shutdown code. I calculate a 84.2396% probability that you require my cooperation more than Megatron did. You choose whether the variable in this equation is Starscream or myself. You will have to content yourself with the fact that I agree that Starscream is a greater threat to Sixshot's stability than you are. Your alternative will be to leave the status quo as it remains."

Interesting. And a firm reminder that Shockwave was an incredibly shrewd mechanoid. Not one to be trusted, and one to be watched. Flamewar was content to believe that their deal remained intact for the moment. However, should that not be the case…Well, Soundwave could listen in on any secure communication. Failing his compliance, however, she had other…methods. Flamewar stewed quietly as she looked to Razorclaw, curious to see his response.



Ravage stood slightly behind Soundwave, keeping a distance that he knew would generally keep him from being noticed, given his abilities. He listened intently to the proceedings, occasionally glancing up at Soundwave. His default reaction was to keep quiet and listen to how things panned out, but he was ready to do anything Soundwave asked at a moment’s notice.

Shockwave’s Laboratory

>>”Agreed. It’s just a shame that I couldn’t keep you all to myself.”<<

Sixshot was rather intrigued by Flamewar’s words over their private comm line. It was almost as if she was flirting with him. It seemed very out of character for a serious black operative such as herself. One would think that her duty to the empire would far out way any personal feelings she may have towards another mech. The fact that this “flirtation” was directed at none other than the sixchanger, himself, was even more surprising. Most mechs, whether they be femme or otherwise, tended to shy away from the STAG as he was a weapon of mass destruction who was greatly feared by even his own comrades. Still, the words had been said and could not be unsaid or unheard for that matter.

“Of course. Shockwave, simply know that I am entirely at your disposal,” Flamewar then responded openly to the one-eyed scientist before turning her attention to Razorclaw’s questions regarding the implementation of the new code and the subsequent arrival of Soundwave. While the communication expert’s presence was of little concern to Sixshot, Shockwave’s response to the Predacon lord was another matter entirely.

"When I completed the procedure under Megatron, as I did with each of his Warriors Elite, Megatron forced me to erase my knowledge of the code under penalty of my own destruction should it somehow be discovered that I had not. It was logical to concede. Megatron was nothing if not resourceful. I have no intention of repeating that error. I will also possess the shutdown code. I calculate a 84.2396% probability that you require my cooperation more than Megatron did. You choose whether the variable in this equation is Starscream or myself. You will have to content yourself with the fact that I agree that Starscream is a greater threat to Sixshot's stability than you are. Your alternative will be to leave the status quo as it remains."

“Oh snap!” Sixshot blurted out suddenly as he raised his head up to see Razorclaw’s reaction. “I do believe Shockwave just gave you, the new Leader of the Decepticons, an ultimatum. Wow, that takes some serious ball bearings, I gotta admit, especially considering it was you who beat him for the throne.” The phase sixer let out a light chuckle before continuing. “Well, I guess I’ve seen everything now. Regardless, why don’t you just agree to Shocker’s demands and lets finally get on with this, shall we? Because, make no mistake, Razorclaw...” Sixshot’s demeanor quickly turned serious as he glared at the Predacon. “....My code WILL be changed so that cowardly seeker commander doesn’t have control over me any more. That WILL happen one way or another.”

Razorclaw stood silently as Shockwave and then Sixshot said their peace. The Predacon lord was not amused by the purple mech’s answer to his question nor by the phase sixer’s condescending attitude and ultimate veiled threat at the end. It took everything within Razorclaw not to lose control right then and there. Megatron would never have tolerated such words. Why should the lion-former? The simple answer was that Razorclaw needed Shockwave more than the military operations commander needed him. And Sixshot? Well, the sixchanger could obliterate everyone in the room without suffering a scratch. So, there was that.

Still, this little ultimatum confirmed for Razorclaw that Shockwave was not to be entirely trusted. The purple scientist clearly wanted the new code for his own reasons. Whether it be an attempt to re-take the throne or to achieve some other goal, it didn’t really matter. What mattered was that the lion-former would have to keep a very close optic on Shockwave’s activities at all times once this procedure was completed. The Predacon lord would not be blindsided by the one-eyed mech’s ambitions, whatever they were.

“Leaving the status quo as it remains is not acceptable, Shockwave. You know that as well as I do,” Razorclaw finally responded in a very serious tone, keeping his optics locked on the purple scientist. “Therefore, I agree to your terms. You may retain the code. However, just know this,” the lion-former paused as he took a single step forward, “If you try to use Sixshot for your own personal gains or for any reason that comes into conflict with my regime or with the empire, itself, there will be consequences. I want you on my side, but I will also not tolerate insubordination. Furthermore, in case you had any doubts, Scrapper is part of my inner circle and is loyal to me. That means Devastator is loyal to me, as well. I suggest everyone here remembers that.”

“Um, yeah, I’m pretty sure I could handle the big green guy,” Sixshot interjected at the mention of Devastator. “I mean he’d be a real challenge for sure, but in the end I would take that slow moving behemoth apart limb by limb. Just saying.”

Ignoring the sixchanger’s comments, Razorclaw kept his arms crossed over his lion-headed chest plate as he remained focused on Shockwave. “Time is wasting. Begin the procedure immediately.”

From his med berth, Sixshot’s gaze went from Razorclaw over to Shockwave and then to Flamewar. “Wow, we seem to have ball bearings coming out the aft plates around here,” the sixchanger jokingly whispered to the black operative before switching over to their private comm line:

>>”Well, my dear, if the two of them end up destroying each other, you may get me all to yourself after all. Heh. Hopefully, my code will have been changed by then.”<<

Shockwave’s Laboratory

“Oh snap!” Sixshot blurted out suddenly as he raised his head up to see Razorclaw’s reaction. “I do believe Shockwave just gave you, the new Leader of the Decepticons, an ultimatum. Wow, that takes some serious ball bearings, I gotta admit, especially considering it was you who beat him for the throne.”

Flamewar gave Sixshot a rather perplexed look. Since when did the Phase Sixer feel like he had to be the peanut gallery? She supposed that he could afford to given his current position. Still. It’s not exactly behavior that she would have expected from one of the Phase Sixers and the Warrior’s Elite. And now he was making threats. Great. Suppressing a sigh, Flamewar looked to Razorclaw for his rebuttal.

“Leaving the status quo as it remains is not acceptable, Shockwave. You know that as well as I do,” Razorclaw finally responded in a very serious tone, keeping his optics locked on the purple scientist. “Therefore, I agree to your terms. You may retain the code. However, just know this. If you try to use Sixshot for your own personal gains or for any reason that comes into conflict with my regime or with the empire, itself, there will be consequences. I want you on my side, but I will also not tolerate insubordination. Furthermore, in case you had any doubts, Scrapper is part of my inner circle and is loyal to me. That means Devastator is loyal to me, as well. I suggest everyone here remembers that.”

Ah. Good to know. Scrapper was now amongst Razorclaw’s inner circle. Flamewar preferred it when she knew how the sides stacked up. Of course, there was still the matter of Thunderwing. She doubted that the warlord had given in to Razorclaw’s command. He was far too prideful for that. Yet too dangerous to allow into their alliance as well. So he was an enemy. One that needed a watchful optic. Hm. He had tried to recruit Warwolf. Perhaps she ought to make use of that.

“Um, yeah, I’m pretty sure I could handle the big green guy,” Sixshot interjected at the mention of Devastator. “I mean he’d be a real challenge for sure, but in the end I would take that slow moving behemoth apart limb by limb. Just saying.”

Flamewar’s optics again flicked to Sixshot. Surely, he could handle one combined giant. But someone had developed that technology. It could be used to make more. And Flamewar was not sure how well Sixshot would stack up against two or three. It would weaken their leverage if there were more of those gestalts. Hrm. She needed to consider her options.

“Wow, we seem to have ball bearings coming out the aft plates around here,” the sixchanger jokingly whispered to the black operative.

Flamewar frowned with some exasperation at Sixshot.

>>”Well, my dear, if the two of them end up destroying each other, you may get me all to yourself after all. Heh. Hopefully, my code will have been changed by then.”<<

>>”I’d rather they didn’t,”<< Flamewar muttered over their private comm line, >>”That would be counterproductive. Say, Sixshot, what about two Devastators? Could you still handle it? What about three? Or four? And spare me the bravado, please.”<< She paused for a moment before asking something else nagging at her mind, >>”Does provoking Razorclaw amuse you in some way? Or do you, by chance, have some sort of aim in mind when you do it?”<<

Shockwave’s Laboratory

>>”I’d rather they didn’t. That would be counterproductive. Say, Sixshot, what about two Devastators? Could you still handle it? What about three? Or four? And spare me the bravado, please.<< She paused for a moment before asking something else nagging at her mind. >>Does provoking Razorclaw amuse you in some way? Or do you, by chance, have some sort of aim in mind when you do it?”<<

Sixshot kept his optics fixated on Flamewar as she responded to him over their private comm line. He smirked a bit underneath his faceshield, realizing that he had annoyed her with his somewhat joking manner and assuredness of his own abilities. His attempt to provoke Razorclaw didn’t help matters, either.

>>”You don’t like bravado, my dear? Mmmmm, I supposed a serious operative such as yourself would not. My apologies. I did not mean to come across in such a manner. I'm simply confident in my capability. That’s all. As far as multiple Devastators are concerned, I’m afraid even us Phase Sixers have our limitations. And I agree. These two destroying one another would be counterproductive. It was simply meant as a joke. You do know how to laugh, don’t you?”<<

Sixshot paused for a moment as he considered her last set of questions regarding Razorclaw. A more disgusted demeanor came across him like a sudden wave of bad energon.

>>”And why shouldn’t I provoke him? He’s not a real leader. He’s simply a pawn, a puppet, and worse still, he doesn’t even know it. Razorclaw didn’t win the throne the way a proper Decepticon leader would. He had help in defeating both Shockwave and Thunderwing. Megatron would’ve required no help at all. That’s why he was the leader. He was the strongest and the smartest. Even when the slagmaker created mechanoids more powerful than himself he made sure he had the upper hand so that he could not be overthrown. Razorclaw, however, is neither the smartest nor the strongest or even the bravest. If he was he would’ve informed the rest of the empire outside this system that Megatron was gone and that he had ascended the throne. But the Predacon didn’t. Why? Because he’s afraid. He knows he can’t defeat someone like Scorponok or Deathsaurus if they came here to take the throne from him, and that’s why he gave no response to my provocations. Razorclaw is a fraud and a coward and that, to me, is insulting. Therefore, I am not amused and the only aim I have in mind is to remind the beast that he is not better than me and never will be.”<<

Shockwave’s Laboratory

>>”You don’t like bravado, my dear? Mmmmm, I supposed a serious operative such as yourself would not. My apologies. I did not mean to come across in such a manner. I'm simply confident in my capability. That’s all. As far as multiple Devastators are concerned, I’m afraid even us Phase Sixers have our limitations. And I agree. These two destroying one another would be counterproductive. It was simply meant as a joke. You do know how to laugh, don’t you?”<<

>>”Hm…Do I? It’s been so long that I can’t recall,”<< Flamewar quipped with some humor back at the Phase Sixer. She was making a joke out of it, but she honestly could not recall the last time that she had actually genuinely laughed. Or if she had ever done so. She had done so if the role she played required it. Hm. Well, her happiness wouldn’t further the Decepticon cause so she need not worry about it. If it happened, it happened. >>”I apologize. I am still a bit tense since my arrival not too long ago. I suspect I shall remain so until the situation here has calmed somewhat. Whenever that may be.”<<

Flamewar fell silent as Sixshot contemplated her next set of queries. So multiple Devastators would be disadvantageous as expected. Hm. She supposed it would not hurt to gather the opinions of Shockwave and Soundwave on the matter. But not now. Not yet. Until Sixshot’s code changed hands…it was not yet time to make the next move. She needed to formulate plans of her own before consulting the others.

>>”And why shouldn’t I provoke him? He’s not a real leader. He’s simply a pawn, a puppet, and worse still, he doesn’t even know it. Razorclaw didn’t win the throne the way a proper Decepticon leader would. He had help in defeating both Shockwave and Thunderwing. Megatron would’ve required no help at all. That’s why he was the leader. He was the strongest and the smartest. Even when the slagmaker created mechanoids more powerful than himself he made sure he had the upper hand so that he could not be overthrown. Razorclaw, however, is neither the smartest nor the strongest or even the bravest. If he was he would’ve informed the rest of the empire outside this system that Megatron was gone and that he had ascended the throne. But the Predacon didn’t. Why? Because he’s afraid. He knows he can’t defeat someone like Scorponok or Deathsaurus if they came here to take the throne from him, and that’s why he gave no response to my provocations. Razorclaw is a fraud and a coward and that, to me, is insulting. Therefore, I am not amused and the only aim I have in mind is to remind the beast that he is not better than me and never will be.”<<

The ghost of a smirk appeared on Flamewar’s faceplate before she quashed it and schooled her features. >>”Well, I suppose I must thank you for doing what I cannot currently,”<< Flamewar replied, >>”Razorclaw is a capable special teams commander, but as commander of the Decepticons, he leaves much to be desired. Megatron…”<<

Flamewar paused, her voice having wavered over their transmission somewhat. Slag. She’d involuntarily shown more of her own pain than she’d wished. Megatron’s disappearance grieved her deeply. Burying herself in efforts to preserve what he had fought so hard for was all she could do for the moment. She could not fail. Must not fail.

>>”Megatron was a leader like no other. He will be sorely missed. However…until a worthy successor comes to claim the throne, I will ensure that the Decepticons do not falter under his command. But know if he causes the Decepticons to fall here…he [i]will face Justice. For now…this is enough.”<<[/i]

Flamewar crossed her arms over her chest, glancing to Shockwave with interest. She was ready to see the code process started. The sooner that Sixshot was out of that treacherous snake’s hands, the better.

>>”But…enough of that talk. I didn’t mean to become so dour. Especially given the occasion! Soon you’ll be free of that wretch, Starscream. How lovely,”<< Flamewar added with some forced mirth, eager to change topics.

Hangar

Breakdown knew he'd hit a nerve with Drag Strip. They all had. Draggy wouldn't be able to live this shame down without taking some good lumps. His Stunticon teammates would be only too happy to deliver them.
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With all the assigned 'Cons having successfully boarded, Astrotrain closed his bay doors, traded the requisite command protocols with the bridge and received the necessary clearances.

His engines firing up, the triple-changer rolled forward before steadily picking up speed and launching himself out into the vastness of space, en route to the cloudy blue planetoid below.
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Priority-2 transmission from Scrapper to Razorclaw

>>"Scrapper to Razorclaw--the Yellow Sea site has been discovered. We're under attack by Dinobots of all things. Perfect opportunity for a true trial run with Devastator. I'll bring you their heads, heh."<<

Lounge

Of course I'd miss all the action! Jailbreak was in another of his foul moods. He had been kept from the front lines for what felt like forever, and not that fun way either. Heavy steps herald his approach as the doors opened and he looked at what remained of the Lounge.

Heavy intake of energon was needed for this kind of ennui.

For the few that remained, Jailbreak only gave them a quick glance over and continued to find a place to seat his heavy metallic frame. There were still dents in his outer shell, some that no amount of repair was going to help without replacing an entire casing or limb, the results of another one of Jailbreak's 'unnessisary risks'. Slagged the last son of a sprocket that said that.

Taking in the Energon left by someone, probably one of the Stunticons, he took it in. This was the worst part of transit... The waiting.

A more poetic Decepticon would say it is the calm before the storm. At this rate it had better be a monsoon or Jailbreak was going to start taking his aggression out on someone.

That is probably what driven his frustrations at this current moment. By the time word reached to him that there was a scuffle going down, a way to blow off steam, there was little left here than broken cubes, bits of metal and hurt feelings.

The disappointment set in, and even more so the energon.

Laboratory

“Leaving the status quo as it remains is not acceptable, Shockwave. You know that as well as I do. Therefore, I agree to your terms. You may retain the code. However, just know this, If you try to use Sixshot for your own personal gains or for any reason that comes into conflict with my regime or with the empire, itself, there will be consequences. I want you on my side, but I will also not tolerate insubordination. Furthermore, in case you had any doubts, Scrapper is part of my inner circle and is loyal to me. That means Devastator is loyal to me, as well. I suggest everyone here remembers that.”

Shockwave knew that Razorclaw could see what a precarious position he was in. His response, peppered with empty bravado in order to discourage anyone else from piling on to his list of potential future adversaries, confirmed as much.

"Declarative: we are agreed then. I will not require additional assistance. I will inform you when the procedure is complete," Shockwave said, leaving Razorclaw and Flamewar's dismissal implied rather than direct.

“Time is wasting. Begin the procedure immediately.”

Saying nothing more, Shockwave approached his central command hub and began activating the necessary equipment. From two corners of the room, thin, silvery arms began to lower from the ceiling and slowly descend toward Sixshot's head.

Lounge:

Well, time for a drink again I suppose; thought Misfire. He had been practicing for a good and long while in the Firing Range. I am getting better, I know it. Bonecrusher said I am, and he's not stupid like others say he is. He may not have the highest I.Q., but he is sure dang better than Swindle as far as character.

As Misfire entered the Lounge, he noticed that there was a broken table being scooped up by a couple of the staff. Looks like Bonecrusher's been through here again, heh.

As Misfire went to the counter and called for his preferred beverage, he started thinking to himself. I remember being just like Bonecrusher. Sometimes motives and emotions just get in the way of one's intelligence. I get that. Bonecrusher is not as much of an idiot like others may say though. I saw two sides of him. His cliche side here in the bar, and his real self in the Shooting Range. Maybe I'm just the only one who understands him, heh.

Then another mech walk in. Jailbreak is who it was, however Misfire could not recognize him. Only a couple 'Cons remained in the Lounge at this point, so he decided to try and make more friends.

Misfire walked over with his newly-poured intoxicated energon and he decided to be nice.

"Hey dude, I don't think I recognize you. What's your name? Mine's Misfire."

Lounge

The Stunticons had been dealt with and Motormaster had even seemed to approve the way Skullcruncher had handled Wildrider - when the Stunticon leader had come to pick up his bunch of annoying little troublemakers. Being satisfied with his handiwork, Skullcruncher was eager to return to his drinking. Weirdwolf however still had other ideas.

“En garde!”

“Pay you will the price of your folly!”

”Is this really necessary Weirdwolf?” Skullcruncher finally decided to ask his long time friend - who seemed to be rather obsessed about beating the slag out of Blitzwing for some reason, ”What did he even do?”

Lounge

”Is this really necessary Weirdwolf?” Skullcruncher finally decided to ask his long time friend - who seemed to be rather obsessed about beating the slag out of Blitzwing for some reason, ”What did he even do?”

Weirdwolf halted the instant his sword would have come down upon Blitzwing and jumped away a great distance. Lowering his sword and glancing to his long-time friend, the anger that had been so recently enscribed onto Weirdwolf’s face wiped away.

“Why, threw he that other lupine fellow at you while your back turned was,” Weirdwolf explained simply. “After warned him I did not to intervene. If were that not enough, sought he did to strike you while still your back turned was with blade in hand.”

Weirdwolf frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Think you not that a proper beating is necessary? If not, stop I will my assault. Only did I do this for your honor, afterall.”

It was only at this moment did Weirdwolf take the notice how empty the lounge had become over the course of their scuffle. “My, happened what did to the others?” Weirdwolf really only saw two others besides himself, Skullcruncher, and Blitzwing. When had everyone left? Hm. He really should ought to be more attentive.

Shockwave's Laboratory

"Declarative: we are agreed then. I will not require additional assistance. I will inform you when the procedure is complete.”

Ah, it seemed that Flamewar would not have the opportunity to learn about the procedure. A shame, but she knew that this was the most probable outcome. Oh well. They had all been collectively dismissed. Whether Razorclaw would want to leave was another matter entirely. She sent a transmission to Sixshot.

>>”Do inform me when the procedure is over if you are able, Sixshot. I shall return with all due haste,”<< she commed silently while she approached Razorclaw.

“Lord Razorclaw, may I have a word with you?” Flamewar asked, pausing a moment before adding over a comm.

>>“In private, if you would. There is a matter I would discuss.”<<

Lounge

"Hey dude, I don't think I recognize you. What's your name? Mine's Misfire." Misfire was trying to be friendly. His name was well earned, and it brought a sick grin to Jailbreak's face, at least knowing there was someone out there with worse aim than he had. Then again, you really don't need aim to run some Autobot down. Misfire was a bit of a joke, to hear the others tell it. Trying to get all friendly among this crew of psychopaths and killers. That's probably why Jailbreak enjoyed their company so much, even if the others were just finishing up their 'play time' in the far corner of the bar.

Taking a long sip, Jailbreak let the silence linger and focused on that feeling of energon running through him. It's the good stuff, the kind that would burn out your internals if you weren't careful. Not to say Jailbreak cared much for the quality, Energon is Engergon after all.

"Misfire... Right." Standing from his seat to turn to him. "They call be Jailbreak. You can take a guess as to why." Leaning in heavily to get in Misfire's face, he grinned with an I Dare You look in his eye. "You one of the reasons my watering hole looks like a complete wreck? Are ya?!"

Jailbreak really didn't care about the bar being in shambles, it was more just letting out the misplaced aggression because he missed the Stunticons doing what they do best, and apparently just missing the other 'Big Rig' on board (Motormaster) by a few nanos.

Jailbreak took another step closer, looking over Misfire. There was a long pause, leering into the bot. He never looked away, bringing his arm out in a gesture to the bar. "I'll have another."

One may get the impression that Jailbreak was waiting for someone to hand him something to break over Misfire's face. They may not even be wrong.

Lounge:

"'Jailbreak', hmm," Misfire responded as he sat down near the slightly grumpy 'Con.

"I assume you are an escape-artist type huh? That's pretty awesome. I wish I could do something like that. Only reason they keep me around is because I am good at killing everything in the room in record time. That's less of a skill though, and more of a problem."

"You one of the reasons my watering hole looks like a complete wreck? Are ya?!"

Misfire leaned back slightly and said, "Who knows? I don't look like the type who bar-fights though I'd assume."

Jailbreak took another step closer, looking over Misfire. There was a long pause, leering into the bot. He never looked away, bringing his arm out in a gesture to the bar. "I'll have another."

Misfire recognized that look in his eye. It was the crazy look that even the Stunticons couldn't always master. The look that made anyone's proverbial spike crawl, and the look that made it nearly impossible to tell whether they were planning to do something horrible, or buy you a drink. And in a bar, the deciding factor for the subject is almost always whether they like you or not. Time will tell which Jailbreak decided fit his first-impressions of Misfire the most.

Trying to switch focus to something other than his survival, Misfire took another swig and talked with as calm of a face as possible, "So, yeah. A short time ago, Bonecrusher, the Combaticons and I were sitting over there. Swindle was just being his usual self, when all-of-a-sudden, Bonecrusher hopped up and punched Swindle's face in! I got up and attempted the same, but quickly got flopped to the floor. At least Bonecrusher and I are bros now. He and I were target-practicing for a while earlier. I swear I was better until he left the room, and then I hit myself with the recoil."

Misfire sat up in his seat with a grin on his face as he took another sip, "Well, at least I don't have any duties right now. I'm just considering our time on this glitch-hole of a ship an uninvited vacation. At least I'll probably not kill any other 'Cons with my aim on here. I am getting better though. At least I think so..."

Lounge

Skullcruncher's features darkened and the rage that had been waning down since he had caught Wildrider - flared up again all renewed with Weirdwolf's revelation regarding the triplechanger commando's actions.

There were questions repeating themselves in his head. Why the slag would Blitzwing have done that? The commando was not a crazed lunatic like the Stunticons and Wildrider particularly. Skullcruncher couldn't recall having had any beef with the triplechanger before. But to attack him from behind the way Weirdwolf had described? With a sword drawn and all? Did he have a damned death wish? Skullcruncher had killed for less.

Even now the massive Decepticon warrior had difficult time from restraining himself from attacking Blitzwing blindly instead of giving him a chance to explain himself. The urge to charge at the triplechanger in his cybergator mode only to grasp him in his jaws in a death roll was growing nanoklik by nanoklik. Kill. Crunch. Devour. With his teeth grinding against each other accompanied by a loud, irritating screech and optics smoldering ominously of murderous rage, Skullcruncher's gaze locked on Blitzwing.

”Care to explain yourself before I crack your cranium open and proceed to sample your innermost energon from your skull?”

And Skullcruncher meant every word he had said. This monster was ready to let himself loose, no matter the consequences.

Lounge

Landgrab's casual imbibing of some low-grade energon was effectively distracting him from most of the goings on in the lounge. One particular piece of dialogue managed to cut through and grab his attention.

”Care to explain yourself before I crack your cranium open and proceed to sample your innermost energon from your skull?”

Landgrab stiffened in fright and cautiously looked around, just to make sure whoever had spoken that line wasn't speaking to him. They weren't. Small favor, though, as it looked like the room was about to erupt into another brawl. They might as well just turn the lounge into a gladiator pit at this point.

Regardless, that was his cue.

The mobile repair bay finished his drink and quietly and as inconspicuously as he could manage, slid off of the seatsquare and edged toward the wall whereby he could then slowly make for the exit.
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Bridge

"Alright, protoform sitting's over. Scoot over, runt. What are we watching?" Tantrum bellowed.

"Who you callin' runt, grunt?" Rampage barked back, but not pulling his optics away from the screen.

"Human entertainments. Some of 'em are actually pretty good. This 'Challenge' one has the fleshies competing against each other out on some obstacle course," the Predacon continued, answering the question as he started to bring up a few of the signals that had caught his attention. "This one they fight in an octagon. Remind ya of anything? Heheh. This one you can watch a group of them being forced to live in the same barracks."

One of the other signals showed an elder human female glazing a ham with brown sugar and brandy.

"...and, uhh, they seem to like cooking shows a lot too. Kinda gettin' me hungry for some high-grade."

Leaving the Lounge

The situation having devolved into some weird... well... honestly Feint had no clue what to call that, but something of a fight happened, and that was all that mattered... but Feint made his way very quietly out of the lounge. Chaos had erupted, that made for a very good day in his processors. Chaos... was beautiful.

The gun-former's small stature lent well to removing himself from rooms with little notice.

Once out the lounge's door he pulled out a data pad and looked at it. His assignment. His assignment was what? With who...? He didn't know who this was.

"Screw that..." He muttered swiping to the next page. "Who's next on the list?" He scrolled down the data pad as he walked slowly down the corridor. The next assignment was a name he recognized... only... way too far away. "Garrus? How in the pit am I meant to get to Garrus? It's not like old Razorclaw is just going to let me hitch a ride out there."

Shockwave’s Laboratory

Sixshot lay on the medical slab and listened as Flamewar responded to him. She first apologized for being a bit tense before and then complimented the Predacon lord, but also criticized him, as well. She followed that up by promising the phase sixer that she would make certain the Decepticons did not falter under Razorclaw’s command. If that happened the lion-former would face justice.

>>“Remind me never to tick you off, my dear,”<< Sixshot said to Flamewar with a low chuckle escaping his vocalizer. >>“I’m sure the empire will survive the Predacon’s rule for however long it lasts, especially with you keeping a careful watch over things. And there’s no need to apologize. Being tense does not bother me. In fact, given the current climate, I would be surprised if you weren’t a bit tense. So, think nothing of it.”<<

The sixchanger smiled as Flamewar mentioned that he would soon be rid of Starscream’s influence. >>”Yes, how lovely, indeed.”<< Shockwave’s words then drew Sixshot’s attention away from the black operative as the military operations commander quickly began initiating the procedure. Two mechanical arms appeared and descended from the ceiling towards the STAG’s head. As that happened, Flamewar asked to be notified when the procedure was over. >>”You’ll be the first to know, my dear.”<<

With those final words spoken, Sixshot’s optics became fixated on the metal appendages lowering towards his cranial unit. Soon, Starscream would never again have control over him. Granted, that control would pass to others that were, in fact, currently in the room. Still, that was better than keeping the status quo as is. “Okay, Shockwave, let’s get this done and over with, shall we?”
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"Declarative: we are agreed then. I will not require additional assistance. I will inform you when the procedure is complete.”

Razorclaw frowned again underneath his face shield. Clearly the implication from Shockwave was that he did not want the Predacon lord around to see the actual procedure. Why was that exactly? Was the purple Decepticon up to something that would be adverse to their verbal agreement. Was Shockwave trying to pull a fast one. Did he really think Razorclaw was that stupid? For a moment, the lion-former thought himself to be almost as paranoid as Breakdown, but Razorclaw had good reason given the current situation and his past conflicts with the Military Operations Commander.

Of course, there was simply no way Razorclaw was going to leave Shockwave all alone with Sixshot without the proper supervision. In fact, the lion-former had every intention of remaining in the lab, himself. However, things took a sudden turn when he received a communique from the underseas base.

>>"Scrapper to Razorclaw--the Yellow Sea site has been discovered. We're under attack by Dinobots of all things. Perfect opportunity for a true trial run with Devastator. I'll bring you their heads, heh."<<

“Fraggit,” Razorclaw muttered to himself as he rubbed the sides of his cranium. As if he didn’t have enough to worry about. Now, he had the Dinobots attacking their brand new, not-so-secret underwater headquarters. Obviously, the secret was now out, but how exactly did they find it in the first place?! That question mattered little as the site, and the sensitive data contained within, needed to be protected no matter the cost. Devastator would surely provide an excellent defense against the Dinobots, but the green gestalt was no guarantee of victory over such an elite squad. Devastator was a tremendous feat of engineering, but the combiner was not perfect and had a number of flaws that Grimlock and his brood could take advantage of. Additional troops would be required immediately to ensure that they, or any other Autobots, did not breach the base or the computer core inside.

“Have it your way, Shockwave,” Razorclaw said, returning his attention to the one eyed mech. “But I’m not leaving you alone here to do whatever you want. You will have company as you complete the procedure.” The lion-former then turned to the communications expert standing nearby. “Soundwave, I want you to remain here in the lab. Keep an optic on Shockwave and make sure things here go according to plan.”

With those orders given, Razorclaw turned towards the exit just as Flamewar approached him.

“Lord Razorclaw, may I have a word with you?” The black operative asked, pausing a moment before adding over a comm. >>“In private, if you would. There is a matter I would discuss.”<<

“Whatever you wish to discuss with me, it will have to wait. We have a situation that requires your talents. Walk with me,” Razorclaw responded, motioning for Flamewar to follow as he left the lab and entered the corridor beyond.

Corridors en route to Bridge

Once they were far enough away from Shockwave’s laboratory, Razorclaw spoke again to Flamewar. “My apologies for being so abrupt back there. I have received word from Scrapper that the Dinobots are attacking the undersea base site at this very moment. Devastator is currently engaging them, but it is also highly probable that other Autobot forces may be a part of the siege or soon will be. Once I’m back on the bridge I’ll have a much better understanding of what is transpiring down there. Regardless, I’m deploying reinforcements and that’s where you come in, Flamewar. I want you to assemble a team of your choosing and head to the undersea base immediately. Take a squad of vehicons with you, as well.”

Razorclaw paused for a moment to let his words settle in as he stopped in front of a turbo lift and turned to look at the black operative. “Unfortunately, the base is now compromised. Even if we successfully deflect this attack, there will undoubtedly be another at some point as the Autobots know its location. Therefore, your mission is to evacuate the site. Vehicons can provide additional defense against the Autobots while other members of your team salvage whatever equipment and resources they can. Most importantly, I want you to personally access the computer core and download the sensitive and classified data stored within before wiping the hard drive clean. Ultimately, the site is lost to us. Once you have secured the data and resources, set the base’s primary fuel cells to overload. This should destroy the site in it's entirety, preferably with the Dinobots still inside if possible.”

The Predacon lord then stepped inside the turbo lift that would soon take him up to the bridge level of the ship. He looked over at Flamewar once again, studying her features. “If you have any questions now’s the time to ask.”

Lounge

When Weirdwolf saw that he had reignited the murderous rage in his friend’s optics, a bit of his own abated. Skullcruncher was more than capable of settling his own affairs himself, and, quite honestly, probably preferred to. There was no real need to intervene anymore, though it would have probably been better for Blitzwing if they had settled matters between the two of them. Alas.

Turning away from his comrade to observe the goings-on in the lounge with a bit more care, he noted that there were more present than the few he had noted prior. One of which included a rather large, yet surprisingly unassuming mech trying to sidle his way out of the lounge. Misfire yammering something rather calmly as a large mech loomed over him with clearly violent intent. Jailbreak was his name.

Weirdwolf snatched up an abandoned glass of energon and strode over to Jailbreak, placing it in his outstretched hand. “There are you. Though why terrorize you do that poor wretch escapes me,” Weirdwolf commented simply. Sheathing his sword, he turned back to observe the circumstances unfolding with regards to Skullcruncher and Blitzwing.

Shockwave’s Laboratory

“Whatever you wish to discuss with me, it will have to wait. We have a situation that requires your talents. Walk with me.”

Flamewar frowned, curious but cautious as well. Following the Predacon out of the lab, she walked abreast with him, waiting for Razorclaw to inform her of what exactly required her talents.

Corridors en route to Bridge

“My apologies for being so abrupt back there. I have received word from Scrapper that the Dinobots are attacking the undersea base site at this very moment. Devastator is currently engaging them, but it is also highly probable that other Autobot forces may be a part of the siege or soon will be. Once I’m back on the bridge I’ll have a much better understanding of what is transpiring down there. Regardless, I’m deploying reinforcements and that’s where you come in, Flamewar. I want you to assemble a team of your choosing and head to the undersea base immediately. Take a squad of vehicons with you, as well.”

Flamewar’s optics narrowed slightly. Ah, the Dinobots. One of many ever present thorns in the Decepticons’ side throughout the eons. Though perhaps with Devastator and a few reinforcements, it would be a thorn removed? Flicking out a datapad and connecting to the Thanatos’s network, she browsed through the list of active troops that were not, as of this moment, deployed. She already had something of a team in mind when Razorclaw halted in front of the turbo lift.

“Unfortunately, the base is now compromised. Even if we successfully deflect this attack, there will undoubtedly be another at some point as the Autobots know its location. Therefore, your mission is to evacuate the site. Vehicons can provide additional defense against the Autobots while other members of your team salvage whatever equipment and resources they can. Most importantly, I want you to personally access the computer core and download the sensitive and classified data stored within before wiping the hard drive clean. Ultimately, the site is lost to us. Once you have secured the data and resources, set the base’s primary fuel cells to overload. This should destroy the site in it's entirety, preferably with the Dinobots still inside if possible.”

“I will assign some to aid Devastator in combating the Dinobots,” Flamewar stated simply, looking up from the datapad to the Predacon lord. “If there is an opportunity to crush the Dinobots, it should be taken. But I do not fully trust a new experimental technology to the task,” the black operative said, referring to Devastator.

“Evacuation and resource retrieval, of course, are the first priority,” she added so as to not make Razorclaw think that she was ignoring his orders.

“If you have any questions now’s the time to ask.”

“I have some. Are you aware that Thunderwing is also present at the site?” Flamewar’s optics locked onto Razorclaw. “I would be wary of that one. He attempted to bargain for Sixshot’s loyalty when I brought him back from the battle with the Fallen.” Pausing a moment before continuing, Flamewar glanced back down at her datapad to finish her team selection. “Secondly, I thought you seemed troubled earlier. Is this the extent of it or does anything else trouble you? I am quite willing to lend you my counsel, should you require it.”

Probing. That was what Flamewar was doing in truth. Her concern for the current situation was genuine, however. Sadly, given this assignment, she would not be able to construct the false stasis device. She would need to delegate that task to one of her cohorts. Given that Shockwave was preoccupied and Soundwave was actually assigned to watch over him…Circumstances worked out for the best.

>>”Soundwave, I’m transmitting designs for a device for Sixshot. It will allow him to appear as though he were in stasis when Razorclaw utters the false code Shockwave will give him. It seems I will be preoccupied for some time, so I entrust this to you.”<<

She would have to trust Soundwave to do that. For now. Later, she would inspect the device herself. One could never be too careful. Cutting that transmission, she opened another, this time, to all members of her selected team.

>>”Skullcruncher, Weirdwolf, Jailbreak, Landgrab, Misfire, Blitzwing, Battletrap, and Warwolf, report to the bounce chamber equipped for battle immediately. I will brief you on our assignment when I arrive.”<<

Lounge:

>>”Skullcruncher, Weirdwolf, Jailbreak, Landgrab, Misfire, Blitzwing, Battletrap and Warwolf, report to the bounce chamber equipped for battle immediately. I will brief you on our assignment when I arrive.”<<

Nice. A distraction. At least now Jailbreak hopefully wouldn't try and start a bar fight. There are more important matters now, apparently.

"Hey Weirdwolf, glad to see you're in working order," said Misfire as he looked at him with an obvious expression of gratitude. Weirdwolf was probably the reason a bar fight didn't break out just then, because he distracted Jailbreak long enough before the call came in. Thank you Wolfy.

"Well, sounds like it's urgent. Best not keep the flamester and the boss-man waiting," said Misfire as he hopped up and headed out of the Lounge and down a few corridors to the armory.

Armory and Corridors:

There, he obviously grabbed some much-needed ammunition. Though, I hope none of this becomes the death of a friend. Best not think about it.

After his visit there, he headed towards the Bounce Chamber.

>>I'm on my way. Had to stock up a bit first.<<

Hopefully the assignment doesn't involve much combat for me. That could end badly.

Corridor en route to Bridge – At Turbo Lift

“I will assign some to aid Devastator in combating the Dinobots. If there is an opportunity to crush the Dinobots, it should be taken. But I do not fully trust a new experimental technology to the task. Evacuation and resource retrieval, of course, are the first priority.”

“Agreed,” Razorclaw replied to Flamewar with a nod. “Devastator is an amazing achievement in combiner tech, but it is not without its flaws. This will make an excellent real world test run for the gestalt. However, like you've said, the chance to take out the Dinobots should not be squandered or left to gamble.”

“I have some. Are you aware that Thunderwing is also present at the site? I would be wary of that one. He attempted to bargain for Sixshot’s loyalty when I brought him back from the battle with the Fallen.”

“I was not aware of that,” the Predacon lord responded with a low growl. “Thunderwing is not to be underestimated. He’s already challenged me once for the throne and it does not surprise me that he’s tried to obtain Sixshot’s loyalty for his own gain. Still, with his carapace-enhanced abilities at your disposal it should make defeating the Autobots easier. Regardless, keep a close optic on him. If he has already tried to bargain with Sixshot, the likelihood is he’s also trying to make a deal with others, as well.”

“Secondly, I thought you seemed troubled earlier. Is this the extent of it or does anything else trouble you? I am quite willing to lend you my counsel, should you require it.”

Flamewar’s second question made Razorclaw pause for more than a brief moment. The femme was highly intelligent and observant. There was no doubt about either of those two traits. She had noticed the lion-former’s troubled expression earlier even though he had done his best to shield such outward displays from others. It made him wonder, however, if Flamewar had noticed then had anyone else? It was certainly possible. The Predacon lord would have to be more careful in the future.

Regardless, Razorclaw now had to decide if he should fill the black operative in on the arrival of the Burning Justice and Scorponok’s request to speak with Megatron. Could Razorclaw completely trust the femme with such sensitive information? She had previously helped him convince Shockwave to alter Sixshot’s shutdown code. However, she had also been a staunch supporter of the slagmaker. Had Flamewar truly embraced the new Predacon regime or was she just going along with the status quo until a better option presented itself? And how exactly would she feel about the possibility of the lion-former handing the throne over to the arachnid? These were all questions that had no immediate answers. Ultimately, it would be better to keep Scorponok’s eventual involvement to himself and his inner circle for the time being.

“I appreciate your offer of counsel, my dear,” Razorclaw began, placing his hand against the open door of the turbo lift in order to keep it from sliding shut between them. “You gave me counsel just recently when I asked if I could trust Shockwave and I shall not soon forget that. If I ever require it again I will most certainly ask. For now all I need from you is to secure the data and resources from the undersea base and evacuate accordingly, leaving nothing but molten slag behind once you are done. I’m placing my trust in you, Flamewar. Don’t let me down.”

Razorclaw then stepped back into the turbo lift and removed his hand from the door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my dear, I’ve got to get to the bridge. Once I have more details on what exactly is going on down at the undersea site, I will comm you immediately. Farewell and good luck.” The lion-former gave the black operative a nod before pushing a button on the control panel. An astrosecond later, the door slid shut and the turbo lift quickly ascended to the command level of the ship.

Bounce Chamber:

Misfire entered the chamber of bouncing first, and before anyone else. With the urgency of the message however, the others shouldn't be too far behind.

Misfire made himself comfortable by leaning against one of the walls with his optics gazing down at the floor. The burgundy Con wondered what could be in store for him and the others who were called.