Re: The Semper Tyrannis - A Moment Of Peace
Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2019 4:20 pm
Observation Deck
”Cyclonus. End that nonsense before rest of the Terrorcons get involved.”
Scorponok's words brought Cyclonus out of his momentary meditations on the future of the war, the future of Cybertron. He turned to the escalating brawl between the Monstercons and Cutthroat--which soon enough could be the entirety of both teams plus who knows how many others. Yes, the time for these particular festivities were at an end. Between the massive battle on LV-117 and this particular indulgence, Lord Scorponok had given his troops more than sufficient opportunity to satiate their battle lust. Their minds must once again turn to the work required in order to attain ultimate victory.
”I don’t need another unnecessary massacre at the doorstep of our final victory over the Autobots.”
"Of course, my lord," Cyclonus said, offering a respectful nod before crossing the expanse of the observation deck and arriving at the edges of the burgeoning melee.
"These revelries are at an end! Cyclonus ordered, summoning a full-throated baritone he rarely used unless it was in the heat of battle. He then forced himself through the outliers into the melee itself, specially targeting Cutthroat, who would never consciously stop fighting.
Stepping inbetween him and his next Monstercon target, Cyclonus grabbed a hold of the first stray limb to come within range and flung the psychopathic warrior in Hungrr's direction.
”Cyclonus. End that nonsense before rest of the Terrorcons get involved.”
Scorponok's words brought Cyclonus out of his momentary meditations on the future of the war, the future of Cybertron. He turned to the escalating brawl between the Monstercons and Cutthroat--which soon enough could be the entirety of both teams plus who knows how many others. Yes, the time for these particular festivities were at an end. Between the massive battle on LV-117 and this particular indulgence, Lord Scorponok had given his troops more than sufficient opportunity to satiate their battle lust. Their minds must once again turn to the work required in order to attain ultimate victory.
”I don’t need another unnecessary massacre at the doorstep of our final victory over the Autobots.”
"Of course, my lord," Cyclonus said, offering a respectful nod before crossing the expanse of the observation deck and arriving at the edges of the burgeoning melee.
"These revelries are at an end! Cyclonus ordered, summoning a full-throated baritone he rarely used unless it was in the heat of battle. He then forced himself through the outliers into the melee itself, specially targeting Cutthroat, who would never consciously stop fighting.
Stepping inbetween him and his next Monstercon target, Cyclonus grabbed a hold of the first stray limb to come within range and flung the psychopathic warrior in Hungrr's direction.