by Insidious » Wed Feb 23, 2011 10:12 am
- Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
- Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Mount Melanos
As if it had come upon them all of the sudden, the grandeur of Mount Melanos, the Autobots’ beta research site on Nebulos, filled the majority of Rad’s forward field of vision. The natural wonder of the area itself was truly something to behold. Rad had not really had occasion or need to come to this site before now, as they had been able to accomplish the majority of their work within the comfortable confines of the bunker within the Folassian Forest. All that had changed now. Rad would just have to hope that this site would be able to meet their needs as adequately as the former. Granted, their needs were much different now.
Ensuring that Highbrow was safely brought within the boundaries of the first, subtle entrance within the beta site, Rad transformed and started to look around. There were others among their number whose priority would be ensuring the security of the group as well as preventing them from being tracked here. As he took in the various Autobots that had made the journey along with them, there was one—so far—that was already conspicuous by his absence.
“Is Roadbuster bringing up the rear back there? Did he not evacuate with us?”
Rad hadn’t thought it would have been necessary to do a head count or any other such seemingly juvenile task, but they had been assaulted. It was going to be wise from here on out to make sure that none among them were getting picked off individually by Decepticon patrols. It was then that Rad heard screaming from somewhere. Somewhere inside the mountain site, almost echoing. Instinctively, he drew his weapon.
“What the slag was that?”
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Koraja Outskirts
“That’s what they’re for,” Treb said, smiling, as he pointed back at the group of Nebulans who were now in the process of gathering up the fallen drone and transferring it to a vehicle that would then take the creature back to a World Watchers facility so that it could be examined in greater detail. That’s what Treb figured they would do with it, anyway. With some of those individuals, you just never knew.
“We need to get back to base, too. Your assistance was appreciated, Gort. Nebulos will benefit if there are many more like you out there.”
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Outside Koraja
"Perhaps, Gort. Zarak might be sympathetic to our current circumstances and less willing to interfere, but I find it doubtful. Others may be more easily convinced. Time will tell. "
Soriza said nothing more to Kreb for the time being. He had to understand the dangerous boundary that each of them were now walking. If he did not, she was certain that he would eventually make a wrong move, one which these “Decepticons” would surely not tolerate, and his presence would no longer be a concern.
Her focus now had to remain on her own survival and, by extension, the survival of their society and their species as a whole. The camp that the insectoid creature had proposed seemed as reasonable a request as any, given their current circumstances.
“Rootwater, my Peer?” one of the capital aides asked, approaching with several small goblets of steaming, sweet-smelling liquid. She took one and smiled faintly before the expression vanished from her face. Even this small delicacy did little to soothe the growing tension in her mind and body.
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The Folassian Forest—Autobot Command Bunker
The Air Commandant had nodded his understanding of Snaptrap's update. He had not expected the Seacon warrior to arrive in as timely a fashion as those with access to faster means of travel. He was appreciative of his arrival just the same. His talents would be useful--eventually.
Cyclonus and Scourge waited, for the moment, both clearly curious as to whether or not the Sweep would stumble upon the Autobots, completely unaware and initiate a massacre, or if the Sweep himself would fall victim to some sort of well-played Autobot trap. Cyclonus’ wait was temporarily interrupted by an update from Bombshell. That Insecticon in particular had proven to be quite useful, thus far.
>>”I’m afraid our High Commander has other business to tend to elsewhere. If the Autobot is to be kept alive and contained for the time being, he should be taken to Turmoil directly. He is in the process of constructing what will eventually be our primary base of operations on this planet. See that he is…”<<
Cyclonus stopped as both he and Scourge heard the distinctive sounds of weapons fire from somewhere within this outpost.
>>”….I’m taking fire!....too much…..I see the Autobot!......too well-armed.....can’t….”<<
The already garbled transmission went to complete static before Scourge cut off the transmission from his subordinate completely. The Autobot? One? Cyclonus waved Scourge back, as the Sweep leader was already preparing to follow his brother down in to the hole.
“Their trap is sprung. I will deal with this Autobot stray. Butcher any others that might try to use this as an opportunity to escape,” he said, casting a knowing glance in Snaptrap’s direction before he, too, disappeared in to the small entrance that he and Scourge had torn open.
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Insidious on Thu Feb 24, 2011 10:59 am, edited 3 times in total.