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“Deal with-wait, what?!” Knock-Out panicked shortly before he found Colonel Bonkers’ chain now in his hands and Motormaster clear out of sight. The hellhound growled with a vicious snarl now that the big bad Stunticon wasn’t there to yank the leash back.

“Ahaha! Nasty little bastard, aren’t we?” The conehead asked rhetorically towards Bonkers’ way. “You know he’s not so bad when he’s not trying to rip your spark out.” The beast glanced towards Ramjet and increased the volume of its growling. “What? You want another heatbutt?! I’d be more than willing to oblige!”

Knock-Out let loose another defeated sigh as he grabbed Ramjet’s severed arm off the floor. Figured he ought to get him back into working order so that he could assist the rest of the Stunticons with Energon gathering and get him out of bridge so Knock-Out could fix this damned vessel. “Hold still, otherwise I’ll make sure this stings more than it should.”

“Oh doc’, you tease me! Aha!”

After a few moments, Ramjet’s arm was attached back to his shoulder joint. Course the armor around the joint wasn’t completely flush, but it was more of a cosmetic thing.

“Alright, Stunticons are in by the storage rooms.” Knock-Out stated as he set his tools down and turned back to the console he had previously been repairing. “Try not to lose any more limbs, otherwise you can reattach them yourself.”

Ramjet flashed a toothy grin towards the red and gold mechanic before making his exit from the bridge. Knock-Out internally lamented for Clutch’s company. He was usually the muscle to his brains, and he could’ve at least stood guard and kept that damned mutt held back while he worked. Speaking of which, where was the Stunticon pet? Another growl filled airspace of the bridge...

“Oh spawn of a glitch...”

Corridors

It didn’t take long for Ramjet to meet up with the rest of Motormaster’s posse. Hell, it sure was a lot easier once a few of the passage ways were lit up once again. The good doctor was better than he initially thought.

“Well twist my diodes and call me Dirge! If it isn’t the motley crew themselves!” Ramjet halfway welcomed both himself and the rest of Stunticons. “What scrap-storm have you lot been up into?!”

Corridors

No longer Motormaster had felt like leaving his idiots unsupervised. They had caused way too much trouble as of late. Particularly Wildrider. They couldn’t have had an easier task to take care of and yet, they had almost blown the ship up - and themselves with it.

”We don’t have the whole slagging day! Keep loading!” Motormaster barked at his men while looming over the operation like a malicious shadow. That was, until Ramjet arrived. Reminding Motormaster of the fact that he and the conehead still had some unfinished business.

“Well twist my diodes and call me Dirge! If it isn’t the motley crew themselves!” Ramjet halfway welcomed both himself and the rest of Stunticons. “What scrap-storm have you lot been up into?!”

”Me.” Motormaster growled, placing his hand on Ramjet’s shoulder and locking it into a painful vice-grip. ”You have been hiding in my ship for weeks instead of taking interest in the well being of your fellow Decepticons.”

Motormaster’s optics flashed ominously as he spoke, ”You’d better start carrying your weight from here on.”

Corridors

”We don’t have the whole slagging day! Keep loading!” Motormaster yelled, his brutish voice easily ringing out through most of the otherwise lifeless ship.

Breakdown certainly picked up his pace with which he was loading his cart.

Corridors

“Well twist my diodes and call me Dirge! If it isn’t the motley crew themselves!” Ramjet halfway welcomed both himself and the rest of Stunticons. “What scrap-storm have you lot been up into?!”

Deadend gave Ramjet a blank stare, "Not dying...."

Corridors

”We don’t have the whole slagging day! Keep loading!”

Drag Strip flinched slightly at the sound of Motormaster’s vocals booming through the corridors outside of the storage room. The yellow mech quickly pushed his hover cart into the chamber and began loading it with the last of the energon cubes. Once he was finished, Drag pushed the full cart back into the hallway and immediately headed towards Astrotrain once more.

“Well twist my diodes and call me Dirge! If it isn’t the motley crew themselves! What scrap-storm have you lot been up into?!”

This wasn’t Motormaster’s voice. Drag Strip paused for a moment and turned his head to see Ramjet approach the group. “Where the frag did you come from?” The former champion racer asked just before Motormaster began to chastise the white conehead for hiding on their ship for weeks while the rest of the Decepticons were off dealing with infighting and battling demigods.

“Nevermind,” Drag Strip said in a low tone as he continued on by the scene, not wanting to draw Motormaster's ire away from his current target of abuse. Let's keep the focus on Ramjet and Ramjet only. Of course, the Stunticon Commander would never forget to dish out punishment to his own men whether they deserved it or not. However, between Octane and now the conehead ticking him off, hopefully Motormaster would give the Stunticons a break for a short while at least.

Proceeding onward, the yellow racer pushed his hover cart back down to Astrotrain where he started loading the energon cubes into the triplechanger’s cargo hold.

Corridors

With his cart loaded, Breakdown pulled away from the dwindling energon stockpile and started to push his cart back down the long corridor towards Astrotrain.

Energon Room

Octane found his way back ever so slowly to the energon room. It looked like everyone else beat him there including Motormaster and Ramjet. Oh great, as if one pain in the aft plate wasn't enough Ramjet had to show up somehow. Octane transformed and found his way into the room to grab the remaining energon cubes.

"I have to wonder how long it will take for this ship to be space worthy again. I know it is your ship, Motormaster, so I wonder what plans Razorclaw has in mind for it. Is this crate structurally sound for leaving this sea bed let alone the atmosphere? I know all of this technical stuff is Knockback's expertise while you have the whip in hand and us as your transport. Are we heading straight back to main ship once Astrotrain is loaded?"

While Octane waited for any response, Octane made sure he had a good hold of the rest of the cubes. He didn't want any of them to drop or go missing on accident.

Corridors/Energon Room

”Me. You have been hiding on my ship for weeks instead of taking interest in the well being of your fellow Decepticons. You better start carrying your weight from here on.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong necessarily... but it wasn’t from a lack of trying. Hell, were it not for the power outages taking the Bounce Chamber offline he would’ve bounced back to the Thanatos after a few minutes of realizing he was all by himself. Then the mutt got loose and he couldn’t just let it win their fight either! Motormaster’s grip on Ramjet’s shoulder tightened, the seeker’s tough armor slighting creaking under the pressure of the Stunticon commander’s brutish strength. Every diode and microfiber in his chassis was telling him to headbutt Motormaster back, defensive instinct or something along that nature, but Ramjet knew the black and gray bully would immediately turn and tear him apart given how deep on his shit-list he already was in. If Motormaster killed him now, Ramjet would lose his chance to continue facing stronger opponents. Then again... the challenge of squaring off with Motormaster seemed almost enticing enough in itself...

“Hey hey, not to worry!” Ramjet responded trying somewhat to slip out of Motormaster’s grip, “The good doctor fixed my arm just for such an occasion! Heh.”

Astrotrain

Once the loading room was empty of other mechanoids, a ceiling panel slid out of the way and a retractable metal claw extended downward. It subtly snatched one of the cubes from the pile and lifted it back up through the opening.

A few astroseconds later...

"Mmmmmm, just what I needed," Astrotrain said to himself.

Corridors

Wildrider savored other mechs being the subject of Motormaster’s ire for as long as he could. When he felt like Motormaster’s attention was gonna shift to him, Wildrider pushed his loaded cart out of the energon store room, humming to himself. He leaned on the cart, using it as a crutch a bit and kicked up his feet against it, rolling up to the others quickly.

“So back to the space bus then. Here’s hoping our next assignment is less of snooze fest. Slag, I really just want to tear some bots apart again. It’s been ages because of that fraggin’ truce. I don’t think ‘Claw is usin’ our talents right.”

Corridors

“Hey hey, not to worry!” Ramjet responded trying somewhat to slip out of Motormaster’s grip, “The good doctor fixed my arm just for such an occasion! Heh.”

”I will see that you do.” Motormaster rumbled, letting Ramjet go with a shove. Not too long ago back in their destroyed volcano base, he had smashed the thick headed seeker’s head through a wall in anger. The barbaric Stunticon had little faith in Ramjet being able to turn the tables against him were an opportunity to present itself. Try Ramjet might though and Motormaster certainly wasn’t going to give the conehead a blind eye.

"I have to wonder how long it will take for this ship to be space worthy again. I know it is your ship, Motormaster, so I wonder what plans Razorclaw has in mind for it. Is this crate structurally sound for leaving this sea bed let alone the atmosphere? I know all of this technical stuff is Knockback's expertise while you have the whip in hand and us as your transport. "

Octane. Dear Primus what had he done to be forced to have this annoying gnat accompany him on this mission.

”None of your slagging business.” Motormaster growled at Octane, his optics litting up dangerously for a split second. But Octane was not done.

”Are we heading straight back to main ship once Astrotrain is loaded?”

That he at least could answer. There was no point of staying back in the Ultrax once they had finished collecting the energon. They would only be in the way of Knockout’s efforts to get the ship functional again. Even worse, the Stunticons were all too likely to cause even more damage to the ship once they got bored enough.

”Yes. Once Astrotrain is loaded up, we’ll head back to Thanatos,” the brute rumbled, ”For now, more work, less chatter!”

”Dead End!” Motormaster bellowed in order to get an answer from possibly the most levelheaded trooper of his, ”How much more until we are done here?!”

Corridors--Approaching Astrotrain

“So back to the space bus then. Here’s hoping our next assignment is less of snooze fest. Slag, I really just want to tear some bots apart again. It’s been ages because of that fraggin’ truce. I don’t think ‘Claw is usin’ our talents right.”

That was the first thing that Wildrider'd said in a while that Breakdown overtly agreed with. Surely the command types knew that the Stunticons talents were wasted on work like this. Vehicons could be doing this garbage.

"Heh, yeh. No way that truce lasts. I'd be surprised if it was still goin'. Somebody's had to've had an itchy trigger finger and broke it by now."

Breakdown angled his cart around the corner. The pile of energon cubes within Astrotrain was almost to the top of his cabin and pushed all the way to the back. There wasn't going to be a lot of room for, er, personnel at this point. But he supposed that wasn't the priority. Granted, they had Octane wandering around here too if A-train got too full.

Breakdown started eagerly unloading his cart.

"Are you boys it?" Astrotrain asked, his hollowed, metallic voice echoing through the cabin structure.

Corridors --> [b]Astrotrain[/b]

Octane walked his way through the corridors once again with his second trip of energon cubes. As if Motormaster wasn't enough to put up with, the stupid Seeker had to show up. At least the Seeker Ramjet quickly learned his place as did almost any Con who had mangled with Motormaster before. The only ones the brute respected where the ones who could put him in his place. This is the only reason why he allied with Onslaught and Razorclaw. The Combaticons and Predacons could easily dispatch the Stunticons with Motormaster being the last one standing.

>>Hey 'Train buddy, we should be leaving soon once we get these last loads on you. If I understand Motorbrain, we are leaving Knockout here but somehow we acquired Ramjet. I think we should leave both Ramjet and Knockout here but doubt Motorbrain trusts the Seeker enough to be down here alone anymore than he already has been. I hope you are refueled and ready to go. Don't take this wrong but I'm hoping to stay inside instead of being thrown out to carry any excess fuel.<<

Ultra--Exterior

Octane's transmission at least partially came as a relief. It was certainly a relief to know that they would be out of there soon. The news that they had somehow picked up a stray Seeker was....meh. Astrotrain didn't really care one way or the other. Most of the Seekers were a dime a dozen to him. Ramjet, out of them all, seemed to have the most delusions of grandeur--as they had seen in times past with some of his scatterbrained attempts to increase his standing in the 'Con ranks. But with Motormaster around to keep such personalities in check, the triple-changer wasn't worried.

>>"I could not be more ready to go. And you owe me one for this nonsense. You're the fraggin' fuel hauler around here. It's in your function and everything. So enjoy your rest. Next time there's a fuel gathering expedition, I'm going to be conveniently somewhere else."<<

Ultrax - Cube Hauling Path

With Motormaster finally letting go of his grip, the White and Red conehead wobbled back a bit. Once he collected his bearings, Ramjet slipped by the Stunticon commander while he was preoccupied with Octane’s wonderings. Ah, it was good to be back with some company again. Well, more normal company that is. Sure, Stunties weren’t the likes of his old buddies Thrust and Dirge, but being able to get anything resembling a conversation was better than screaming battlecries at that mongrel mutt, despite how fun the challenge of it was. Approaching the Energon pile and not a usable cart in sight, Ramjet grabbed a couple of the larger cubes and tucked them under his right arm while he loaded another with his left and cradled the third between his arm and head. Following the rest of MM’s gang down the hall, Ramjet began to trek his way back to the airlock.

Upon entering through the threshold, Ramjet grinned at the sight of Astrotrain’s familiar interior hue.

“Hey hey! It’s Astrotrain!” Ramjet exclaimed setting down his cubes. “Looks like the same ol’, same ol’ eh, Astro? Heheh same slag, different day!” The coneheaded Seeker knocked on the adjacent wall of Astrotrain’s cargo hold before letting out another chuckle and turning back out to go grab more Energon.

Bridge

He knew coming here would be hell. He knew working with Motormaster would be hell. But being left alone in tight compartments with a turboflea-ridden hound while he tried to repair a nearly irreparable ship? This has crossed a line somewhere in the divine domains.

At this point, Knock-Out’s finish was unable to be saved. He didn’t have the time, nor the patience of somewhat-present company to allow him a moment to even scuff up the little dents. He cursed under his breath as he continued to dig through tattered paneling and smashed consoles. Knock-Out’s optics quickly glanced towards the corner where the beast was sleeping. Finally, he thought, a few moments of quiet after the creature had grown tired or board of wrestling with the mechanic. Many would’ve fled after having to deal with the good doctor’s buzzsaw, but that spawn of a glitch kept taking it as a challenge. Yeah it certainly was the Stunticon’s pet for sure.

Slipping some wires back into place within the breaker board, the ship hummed a little more as his repair work seemed to be finally getting somewhere. And yet, he still feared he’d have to go out and patch the holes tattered throughout the hull. These brutes have no idea the damage even the tiniest amount of salt water can do to a mech. And getting rid of all of it...

There’s not even a word for the level of Hell he’s found himself in.

((OOC--Coverage until player returns))

”Dead End! How much more until we are done here?!” Motormaster roared in Dead End's comm. He finished stacking the last tower of cubes onto his hovercart and began to pull it out of the room. There was a small pile of glowing pink cubes left to be retrieved.

>>"There's, um, I'd say one more cart's worth of cubes left to be transferred boss. I'm heading to A-train with mine now."<<
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>>"I'll get it!"<< Breakdown chimed into the conversation, seizing a rare opportunity to be helpful while he finished unloading his current cartful onto the triple-changer.

“So back to the space bus then. Here’s hoping our next assignment is less of snooze fest. Slag, I really just want to tear some bots apart again. It’s been ages because of that fraggin’ truce. I don’t think ‘Claw is usin’ our talents right,” Wildrider had lamented.

"Heheh, yeah. 'Spacebus'. But then after that, onto a real ship. No way they'd send us on another drone mission again, would they? The boss has gotta be as itchin' for real action as we are."

Astrotrain- Cargo Hold

Octane dropped off his load of cubes. He noticed a couple of the crazies had made it back here. To Octane's surprise the room was getting very crowded with the energon.

>>Yeah, yeah now you know how I feel often times. It isn't my fault energon is too sensitive to be bounced nor I can survive escaping the atmosphere. By the way, your cargo hold is getting rather full. I'm hoping there will be room for us on here after the cubes get loaded. Too bad we don't have a triple changer who is a water and air based Con. As far as I know, all of our aquatic Cons are somewhere else in the galaxy. We had to bring most of the blasted Seekers with Starscream instead of something more useful.<<

Deadend banged his comlink again, one of the others must of used it as it was terribly glitchy. He tried speaking into it again and hoped the message got through. Deadend was hauling the last of the energon to be loaded into Astrotrain. He looked left and right again, stood on the cart and pushed off, he cleared the distance in no time, stopping to walk when he suspected someone might be watching.

Deadend ascended into the cargo hold, noticing the other Decepticons standing around talking, "we must secure these, least they explode and kill us all on take off."

Deadend looked at his comlink again, and gave it a bang and one last try. "Motormaster, we have finished loading the energon. beginning preparations for departure."

UItrax

"Motormaster, we have finished loading the energon. beginning preparations for departure."

>>”Took you long enough.”<< Motormaster rumbled his spiteful response to Dead End’s transmission and then spread his comm-link across Ultrax as a whole.

>>”Everyone except Knockout get into Astrotrain and prepare for take-off. We are getting back to Thanatos.”<<

It was waste of time to stay on Ultrax while Knockout worked to get the ship in working order. More likely continued Stunticon presence would only hinder the mechanic’s efforts. He certainly didn’t need yet another episode with Wildrider and quite frankly, Motormaster himself was bored to bits having to babysit his team hauling energon. He wanted to get back on the roads. Being confided into a broken and mangled patchwork husk of a frigate was exactly something he enjoyed after all.

Corridors

>>”Everyone except Knockout get into Astrotrain and prepare for take-off. We are getting back to Thanatos,”<< came Motormaster's booming voice through the special team comm. Breakdown finished stacking the last two cubes onto his cart before looking around to make sure he'd left nothing behind. As if he would. This was raw energy they were talking about. Not a drop of it could afford to be left just laying idly around.

>>"Comin'!<< Breakdown commed back as he quickly pushed his cart through the doors and headed for Astrotrain.

Astrotain-Cargo Hold

"Well old buddy, sounds like we are getting ready to depart. I hope you are ready to leave with a very full bay of energon cubes and only one less mech. At least we should have Vehicons to help unload you. I wonder why we didn't bring any of them with us for this trip. I guess we haven't replenished from the mess with the Fallen."

Ultrax--Exterior

"Well old buddy, sounds like we are getting ready to depart. I hope you are ready to leave with a very full bay of energon cubes and only one less mech. At least we should have Vehicons to help unload you. I wonder why we didn't bring any of them with us for this trip. I guess we haven't replenished from the mess with the Fallen," Octane said.

"Praise be to Primus. I'm done with these undersea environs. When we get back I'm going to get on a recharge slab and lay there for a week," Astrotrain said as he began to power up his frontline engines.

Astrotrain – Cargo Hold

Motormaster wrote:>>”Everyone except Knockout get into Astrotrain and prepare for take-off. We are getting back to Thanatos.”<<

Drag Strip had just finished unloading the last few energon cubes from his hover cart when Motormaster’s ominous voice came across his comm line. The yellow racer let out a brief sigh before pushing the now empty cart into a far off corner of Astrotrain’s cargo hold where he secured it for space flight. Drag could already hear the triplechanger powering up his engines, getting ready for the return trip back up to the Thanatos. Octane was already inside as the other Stunticons began to file in one by one with their remaining haul of energon cubes. Motormaster wasn’t there yet, but he soon would be.

Dead End wrote:"We must secure these, least they explode and kill us all on take off."

The former race champion turned to see Dead End entering the hold with his cart full of energon cubes. “Way ahead of you, Dead,” Drag Strip replied as he moved towards the piles of energon cubes that were already there and activated a series of force fields in order to keep them from tumbling all over the place. One area was left open for the last remaining cubes to be added. “Store the last ones here. Once everybody else gets their’s unloaded, I’ll activate the final force field and we’ll be ready to depart.”

Astrotrain

”-I hope you are ready to leave with a very full bay of energon cubes and only one less mech. At least we should have Vehicons to help unload you. I wonder why we didn't bring any of them with us for this trip. I guess we haven't replenished from the mess with the Fallen.”

“Not one less, one more!” Ramjet interjected into the triplechanger’s conversation with the grace of a sedan driving headlong into a wall of cinderblocks, the white and red seeker carting two more Energon cubes under his arms. “You sorry sots couldn’t forget about ol’ Ramjet now, would ya! Haha!” Setting the geometric fuel down within the rest of the stack, the coneheaded seeker made his way towards and empty seat and quickly took it while they waited for Motormaster to return.

“What fallen mess?” Ramjet inquired as he leaned back against Astrotrain’s interior bulkhead, “Is Skywarp back to tripping people again or something? Heh.”

Bridge

>>Everyone except Knockout get into Astrotrain and prepare for take-off. We’re getting back to Thanatos.”<<

What?! The Stunticons are just going to leave him there?! Knock-Out’s brow furrowed as a sparkplug arced within the system. Blast it all! What could he do? Throw a fit? No, that would just provoke the already irritable Motormaster to the point of the brute coming and pulling his legs off just for speaking up. Situation just keeps getting worse and worse by the cycle. Using his frustration to fuel his action, the mechanic pulled back on the stubborn sparkplug woh enough force to free the dysfunctional device. No longer in need of it, he tossed it over his shoulder. Colonel Bonkers’ Head perked up as the tossed object collided with the floor before rolling to a stop. A couple of curious sniffs were made and then the hellhound laid his head back down into his paws.

Still, there was a bright side to this after all. If the master of the roads and his merry band of troublemakers finally left the ship, that leaves Knock-Out plenty room to fix the ship as needed without Motormaster or that idiot Ramjet from distracting him from his work. Wait... he was taking Ramjet as well, right? And what about his mutt?

“Hey, Poochie.” Knock-Out whistled as he looked up from his work at the lying beast. The hellhound did not budge. “Hey, fleabag, your masters are waiting.” Bonkers’ ears perked a little. “Go on, go see Motormaster.” The dog like monster lifted its head once more but did nothing.

“Ah frag it...”

Ultrax--Cargo Hold

"I'm here, I'm here!" Breakdown said, maneuvering his cart on board Astrotrain and back to where the mountain of glowing, pink deliciousness stood like a massive sea of temptation. Just one cube. He was so hungry. Just one.

He started to offload his cubes, chastising himself against touching any of the others.

Even if they looked so good...