by Ember » Thu Oct 17, 2013 7:48 pm
- Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Garrus – 9, Minimum Security Block
It had been so easy, no, too easy in fact, to breeze past Rung and Streamlight. The sappy little guard had been spark-broken that he’d been betrayed. Kronus chuckled to himself as he recalled the look on the young guard’s face. What was he expecting? He’s a ‘Con. Not only a ‘Con but a thief as well. He lived a lie. It was natural, right, perfect.
Another low chuckle echoed through the now empty corridors. The turrets that had been set into use were easily bypassed through his nimble and sneaky ministrations.
He kept an even cadence, not in a hurry and yet not willing to take his time. A smile curled the corners of his mouth as he approached his target location. There was some movement, some clanging and a bit of colorful cursing, but nothing more than that. “I wonder if he’ll be happy to see me?” Kronus asked himself. His smile broadened when the answer crept into his processor. “Nah.”
Brace, still unsure of what to do to help himself, set to work trying to crack the code on the security panel to his cell. The mech was a business wiz. He could buy and sell just as well as Swindle, but when it came to technical devices themselves, he simply had no clue.
“Piece of fragging junk!” Brace slammed his hand flat against the keypad. It beeped in protest only making the dark blue mech angrier.
He backed away slowly, his hands straight out in front on him. “Okay. So I’m not getting out that way…” His hands moved to his hips where they came to rest. With a slight twist of his head in all directions Brace took in the entirety of his cell. There had to be another way out.
His focus was on the far wall when the cell door opened of its own accord. Slowly, almost painfully, Brace turned to look over his shoulder. It wasn’t his imagination after all! Maybe it was that last smack to the keypad. Maybe it was dumb luck. At this point, however, Brace could care less. Right now he was free.
Without even so much as a glance around Brace exited his cell and stopped only when he reached the nearest crossway. He looked down both corridors trying to determine the best path to take. It needed to be quick and it needed to be direct. He had no desire to linger in this hell hole longer than he needed.
Finally he made his choice and began to make his way out of the block. He stopped suddenly when he caught sight of a shadow moving out of the corner of his optic. Maybe he was seeing things. Maybe all of the excitement was finally getting to him and his processor was projecting false images that were manifesting as forms in his optic readouts. Or maybe this place had finally gotten to him.
Brace offlined his optics and shook his head. He waited a moment as his optics onlined and the readout in his HUD flashed back as normal. Satisfied with that he pressed on. If this place was finally getting to him then the timing of this attack, or whatever it was, was perfect. He could make his way out then work his way onto one of the shuttles and be off this rock before anyone even knew he was missing.
A smile came to his face at the thought of his impending freedom but it quickly faded when he stopped dead in his tracks. He was so close to getting away and yet that offending specter had caught up to him.
Brace spun around and scanned the corridor behind him. “Who’s there?! What do you want?!” His head whipped around in quick side to side movements. “Show yourself...coward.” His last word was called out lowly. He waited a moment, optics still wide and over-bright as he, once more, scanned the area. Nothing. No moving blackness. No ghostly image. Just emptiness.
Brace let out a breath, he didn’t even know he was holding, and turned around to continue on.
Suddenly, and without warning Brace let out a terrified shriek and fell backwards. His back hit the decking hard enough to dent his armor. He looked up and caught the optics of a mech he had hoped was already dead. Brace’s jaw dropped open as he scrambled to scoot away.
“Hello, Brace,” came the genteel greeting. The accent easily noticeable as one brought up in high society. The arms dealer, stunned into speechlessness, could do nothing but shake his head in shocked disbelief. “Oh dear. Did that fall damage your precious vocalizer?” Kronus took a step forward and lowered down onto one knee. He smiled a devilishly handsome smile and reached out to touch the other bot’s cheek. Brace quickly pulled away. Kronus quickly shot his hand out and gripped Brace by the back of his head. “Oh, no, no, no. You and I have some business to take care of before you go.”
Brace stared up at Kronus not able to say a word or move. When the hand moved to his check he instinctively tried to flee. It wasn’t until that same hand had quickly come to rest behind his head that he began to whimper. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he choked out. “It was only business. That’s all it was. Business” he continued his mantra.
Kronus smiled down at his former business associate. He felt no remorse, as he was sure Brace didn’t either. Oh he may seemed remorseful now, but in truth had he the opportunity Brace would have done everything the same; he just would have charged more. “It’s alright Brace. I’ll make sure this goes quickly so get can beck to that other meeting.” Kronus’ smile grew wider.
Brace stared up into Kronus’ optics, his lips quivering. “Meeting? I don’t have a meeting. I just wann get out of here.” The thief tilted his head slightly losing the smile altogether. “Sure you have a meeting…” he lifted Brace up by the back of the neck and stepped in close. Their chests nearly flush against one another. “The one where you’re supposed to meet Unicron , or was it Primus?” He rubbed his chin in thought before he leaned in and whispered into Brace’s audio. “I’m leaning toward Unicron.”
From several corridors away the sound of squealing metal on metal resonated throughout the block causing the bot to stop and take in his surroundings. There really wasn’t anything, or anyone here. The small group he’d joined had split up and was making their way around looking for fellow guards, civilians and ‘Cons.
Unfortunately he was not happy with the location he got stuck in. He had only left this area a few hours ago hoping that the mech he refused to free was dead. He let out a sigh and decided to see what that disturbance up ahead was.
The corridor was empty save for some deep gouge marks and a large dent in the deck plating. Scrunching up his nasal ridge the bot decided to follow the gouges.
They came to an end in front of an office door. From within he could hear chocking sounds and wet gurgling noises. His forehead furrowed as he pressed close to the door’s surface trying hard to listen in. A low moan and a grunted whimper made him step back and palm the keypad. The door slowly slid open and his optics widened at the sight.
The form lying on the floor, in a pool of growing fluids, with its chestplate torn open, was his former employer. Brace, the mech he had left in his cell to die a horrible death was now prostrate on the floor straddled by the deranged ‘Con from below decks.
He stared unmoving at both forms when Kronus, his armor streaked with energon and oil, turned to look at him. The slim mech brought up one slender finger and placed it gently against his pursed lips. “Shhhh.”
From beneath the thief a pained, slurred plea escaped the mutilated form that had been Brace. “Ae…Aileron. Hel…p…me…p…pleeeeease.” The guard stared at the mess below Kronus and then turned his optics back on the ‘Con. Kronus inclined his head watching Aileron’s every move.
Aileron spoke into his communicator out loud, “Gamma team. This is Aileron. I’m in the minimum security block. I haven’t found anyone. No guards, ‘Bots or civilians. No ‘Cons. I’m heading back now.” The guard closed his comm line, his optics still glued to the two mechs before him. He caught Kronus’ optics. Aileron paused for a moment and gave a slight nod.
Kronus smiled and offered a polite nod in return. He stared at Aileron before he looked down at Brace. A garbled “no” radiated up from Brace as he saw Kronus open his mouth and then descend on his open chest.
Aileron quickly turned on his heel and marched out of the office leaving Brace to his fate and Kronus to revenge.