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Eloi, lama sabachthani?
you say?" Stricture asked, crossing the room to step up behind his
wired himself to the computer for a simpler way of processing the data,
Taciturn was typing furiously with his mind. "I said, 'Why
have you forsaken me?' It's some kind of Terran quote from some
famous book of theirs."
you say it, then?" the silver and blue Decepticon began reading the
screen, catching brief bits of information as the red and black
Decepticon worked hastily with his telemetry.
glanced over his pauldron, a clear smirk on his face as the computer
spoke for him through the connection, "I felt that since we're
about to start a revolution that it was foreboding enough to compliment
chose to disregard his companion's comment, returning instead to their
previous modus operandi. "It was pure luck that Esoteric was
working alongside TRUNDLE."
did good," Taciturn smirked and licked as his still non-speaking
lips. "Everything's about ready to begin. The clock has
been set for three days. You have your access code for the TRUNDLE
he nodded affirmatively, then gestured with his helm that he was
curious. "You'll be taking care of the Twins, right?"
red and black male began snarling with narrowed eyes. "Those
retched Autobot-sired of Air Raid's will pay for what he did to
us. I'll smelt them both to the tallest walls of Omicron for
display to all those insipid Maximals."
of course . . ." Stricture grinned, wrapped his arms around
Taciturn's pauldrons, and chuckled mischievously. "You
realize that if things go as planned then we're going to have over one
hundred thousand bodies on our hands."
Taciturn puckered his mouth in thought, then smirked once more, "Xyston
will be doing most of the killing. I'll get my given two, Misery
has that other Autobot-sired to deal with, and you get whatever
scientists are in your way when you go to liberate our dear killer . . .
Hn? What's this?"
what?" Stricture leaned over his wing mate's pauldrons.
"Oh, it's a message. Someone knows we're here."
from Malice," Taciturn narrowed his red eyes disapprovingly,
"one of Machiavellian's boys."
name sounds familiar," the gold, silver, and blue Decepticon tilted
his head, watching as the message flashed across the monitor, was
instantly dissected by Taciturn, and then the underlying code of the
message displayed as it was meant to be.
should, they're two of Misery's factory brothers." Taciturn cocked
his head to the side, "Says they saw Misery on the news
report. Wanna know if they can help."
guess if everything also goes as planned, then all our old pals who
might be here are going to start coming out of hiding. No doubt
that the report's been shown hundreds of times now."
Stricture was suspicious, but he allowed himself to have a cynical
grin. "She does have a way of making her armies, doesn't
definitely." Taciturn began relaying a message onward, then settled
back into his seat. "Depending upon who saw that broadcast is going
to be what guarantees us time to do this part of the game."
brothers may have seen me," Misery interjected upon closing the
door, catching the last part of the two males' conversation, and causing
the two to turn and face her, "but I doubt their use shall be more
than just an aided distraction. Their purpose has almost run
Taciturn withdrew his cables from the computer and began to speak with
moving lips. "Does this mean that you're going to meet with
and for the first time in many years that Stricture and Taciturn could
remember, Misery shrugged her pauldrons. "There is always a
desire for cannon fodder and a stalking horse." She
approached the two and took the moment to set her hands on either of
their helms. Leaning in between the two, she viewed the monitors
as the wingmates gazed at her wearily. "I have a purpose for
them that they might yet serve. A distraction."
was silent a moment, before putting into words what he thought Misery
might have been thinking. "So you plan on using them to
distract your lover?" Misery glanced to the left across her
pauldron and gave an exasperated sigh. Taking the hint, Stricture
continued. "So Depth Charge gets distracted while we unleash
the wrath of what I'm presuming will be an extremely angry Xyston?"
her head and cracking her neck, Misery glared viciously at the
screen. "Your job is simple enough. I entrusted it to
you for a reason, Stricture. Although... even you must be
cautious. Beware the wrath of Xyston once you find him."
being said, Misery turned and left the two flyers staring after
her. It was Taciturn who broke the silence, "Beware the
Jabberwock, my son. The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
...What?" the red and black male asked when he finally noticed his
wingmate was gawking at him.
is it with you and quoting Terran stories today?"
door hissed and slammed shut behind her, and Misery was greeted by an
infinite amount of monitors in varying sizes and shapes, each with the
image of Shock Therapy's face. "I normally don't allow anyone
into my sanctuaries, but for a fellow Decepticon sister I felt I could
make an exception. What do you want, and be clear, Misery, I do
hate to have the shuttle shot around."
Such a contemplative measure that reflects my intentions," the blue
and black female took several paces to close the distance between
herself and the monitors.
Therapy flashed interest in her singular yellow orb, "You wish to
discuss lineage. Go on."
grand scheme has been set in to motion. Are you intrigued?"
purple coloured female pondered a moment, then the various monitors
framing her face simultaneously smirked. "My sire once told
me a tale of the Autobot killer. Would you like to hear
it?" When she realized Misery was waiting to be humoured, she
continued with the tale. "He said the Autobot killer was once
a computer, once the computer.
He was once known as the X Server, the central computer brain of the
planet In-A-Gadda. When we Cybertronians took hold of their
underdeveloped technological hub, the X Server, which was already
sentient, manifested itself inside our sister of the Deceptitran mobile
unit, the Teletran 1 model.
a magnificent computer, designed by an underdeveloped robot civilization
but already perfect in its form. It was capable, father said, of
understanding our race. You see, it was already alive and
thinking." Shock Therapy chuckled, voice almost nostalgic.
"An alive and thinking sentient computer that the Autobots
attempted to use for their own purposes because we Decepticons had
overlooked it. Had we of known, had my father of known, then the X
Server would have been deactivated before its full capacity was
I digress . . . the Autobots infused the technology of Teletran 1 into
the X Server, and it understood then, that the Autobot purpose was to
preserve while ours was to conquer. But it wanted revenge for its
enslavement since the Autobots had tied its core into the Autobot
ship. The X Server was fueled by its hatred and it wanted to
inflict pain upon the Autobots. You see, as the technological hub
of In-A-Gadda it had been free, able to jump from one computer to
another, able to move about the planet --to them it was just as much of
a god as Primus is to us. Under the Autobots it was nothing more
than a slave computer, required to be subject to their bidding and
confined to one computer. So sad that such a beautiful essence had
been trapped, trapped inside an Autobot ship, unable to move.
like any enslaved god, it became angry, and the X Server began to
understand the concepts of pain, war, and simple emotions. It
began to feel instead of just think. But then, it saw a form in
shape so lovely that the pain caused in this creature by the Autobots
became a fixation. This creature, our belovéd you, sister Misery,
would allow yourself to experience the pain but not acknowledge
it. X Server became curious and watched you with interest, and
because of this fixation, he wanted to touch you, to explore the
reasoning behind your absurd masochism. It began to escape the
cocoon of the ship and explore the mining attachment facility the
Autobots had built.
he began to ponder what would happen if he used the metal from In-A-Gadda
to create a body to mock ours. Secretly he built it, and secretly
the X Server began to separate itself from Teletran 1. When the
Autobots were under an attack by your squad, it surprised them on the
inside and tore them to pieces, now calling itself Exodus to mock our
names and to mock its liberation from the ship. Then you entered,
and Exodus began to entice you. He wanted to rule you, but you
just can't be ruled, can you? He understood that, and he swore
that he would make you great if you promised to be his.
you, in Decepticon fashion, accepted his bargain and, in Decepticon
fashion, gave him a name more representative of his rebellious
nature. Xyston, the name of the pike that could be used to set
heads upon after an uprising. You named the computer's shell,
while it formed his body, and his body became his new mobile
shell. The computer became free to wander and exact its revenge,
but it also became capable of being your exact match. Such a
twisted love tale, wouldn't you say?"
Misery grinned sardonically, "I know my past."
told you that story so you would remember it, Misery. I'll agree
to help you if you give me what I want," the monitors that held
Shock Therapy's face pulled away and disappeared. The lights in
the darkened room flashed, and the body of the purple Decepticon lowered
from the ceiling, wires and support cables spewing out from various
ports. "I, too, have a twisted love. I want to dream in
digital, Misery. Make me like the X Server, free my mind from this
body so that I might exist in every Cybertronian computer throughout the
proposal is logical," Misery made her way across the haphazardly
shaped floor. Lights began to come alive under the flooring, and
it became evident that not only were there mobile monitors in the room,
but the floors, as well as the walls and ceiling had been turned into a
gigantic grid of visual screens. Through this, Misery surmised,
Shock Therapy could use all the cameras of Omicron to highlight every
screen to create the illusion that anyone who stood in the center would
feel as if they were in the sky of the dome over Omicron.
"This is what I require."
Therapy looked puzzled, but reached out with an animatronic arm to clasp
the data disk that her fellow Decepticon held above her head. The
purple female inserted the disk into a local drive and read the elements
of it in a matter of seconds. "I see . . ." she grinned,
an evil chortle rising from her throat. "So that's your plan,
how cunning of you, sister Misery. I shall enjoy this plan very
shall uphold my part of the bargain once yours is complete. You
have my word," the immortal female crossed her arms and awaited the
conformation from the other.
know your word, Misery, and I accept our bargain. I eagerly await
the moment when I can finally dream in digital for real instead of this
chaotic imitation. By the way, Misery, it appears you are
know," she gave a murky expression once flipping open the comm.
link on her gauntlet and reading the message. "I must away,
Shock Therapy. My plans seem to have developed a twist."
do unwind them, Misery," Shock Therapy called after the blue and
black female just as the door shut. "I would hate to have to
wait another millennium for my chance."
to pull you away from your normal business," Machiavellian, while
setting a drink of high grade energon down on the table, grinned at the
blue and black female sitting across from him, "but when we saw you
were on Omicron, we just had to have a little factory reunion."
took the time to carefully inspect the room, discovering the silhouettes
of the bouncers, waitress, and entertainer with ease. "You
wish to join my game," Misery replied deadpan, red eyes all but
gleaming with reason. "I see that you downgraded to a form
not suitable for warfare. Why should I accept your help?"
factory sake? We are but just a handful that remains of Plant Four
Fifteen," Machiavellian mused, melancholy threatening to arise in
snirked, mouth a snarl, "Hence the name of your bar."
The Decepticon female pointed to the sign above the bar, declaring the
"Attempting to gather those that remain to you?"
ever anyone would care to look," he shrugged, then growled as
Muffle stepped forward from his place against the wall. "Just
what do you think you're doing?"
sense in hiding ourselves, Machiavellian," Muffle cocked his head
to the side, looking the female over from top to bottom. "She
has known our locations for several minutes now."
model number," Misery narrowed her red eyes, returning the same
facial gesture before standing and facing off with the blue and black
male. "You understand me?"
as you understand me," Muffle relaxed his body, craned his neck to
acknowledge his brigadier general. "She has a place for us in
her scheme, Machiavellian."
indeed," said Misery, turning back to Machiavellian with a new
gleam in her eyes that reminded him of untamed cynicism. "You
are familiar with the unexplained bombings?"
very showy. Your doing, I take it?" he inquired, anxiety
resigning him to another drink of his energon.
Misery was all but grinning, and the others leaned in when she began to
explain what she would require of the six.
was much later when Air Lock, Air-slake, Cybershark, and Misery strolled
down the heavy set stairwell to the security headquarters, taking in the
view out the one way layered windows that lined the outer wall from the
first floor to the top floor. The twins were engaged in a heavy
conversation revolving around the conjugation of Karnasian words
compared to the Karnasian ability to communicate. Misery and
Cybershark were vastly disinterested. "I'm telling you, with
only two vowels and nine consonants, the Karnasians, linguistically
speaking, should not be able to communicate with one another above basic
levels of interactions."
but you neglect the fact that the Karnasians can combine words to make
new words, and elongate the amount of time spent on one consonant or
more to change the meaning of one word into another," Air-slake
reminded, gesturing greatly with his hands while he spoke.
you two just shut up?" Cybershark barked, tired of listening to
their argument, which had been going on for the past two hours, varying
only on races. The twins had already covered fifty other races
with point-by-point essay-style quoting.
agree,"~ Shock Therapy's face highlighted a screen on the upcoming
wall as they continued to descend the steps. Coming to halt, she
continued with the reason that the Decepticon was contacting them,
"We have two bodies that have been found in Ward 5."~
the deaths similar in style to Esoteric or our bombers?" Cybershark
inquired, knowing that the twins had not been informed of the planned
murder of the colony patriarch.
the bodies are intact and not scarred by projectiles of any kind.
I was hoping somebody could take a look."~
nodded, "I'll send the twins to check it out." He turned
to the two and narrowed his eyes. "I want a legible report,
Air Lock, not some screwing around this time."
fine," Air Lock clasped his gantlets behind his helm, smiling
innocently as he did. "I'll get right on that!"
you better . . ." Misery and Cybershark waited for the twins
to disappear down the stairs and out the door before beginning their
conversation. "Game's set."
Misery nodded, acknowledging that Shock Therapy was still around.
"Wait until they are in Ward 5 before signaling
then the monitor switched off.
Decepticon female turned her gaze back to the blue and grey
Maximal. "Go to your position. The game is all but
ready to begin." Cybershark closed his red eyes, nodded, and
disappeared down the stairwell. Misery then thought to herself, Soon,
Xyston, very soon you will be free once more.
jumped to his feet when the call came in, "I'll go with you!"
he yelled, already halfway out the door, following close behind Depth
Charge, who was in a full sprint. The thunderous aftershock of the
explosion had been so close it shook the security headquarters, as well
as (from the reports of the subordinates) collapsed several buildings in
the area. With the proximity of the explosion, and the enormity,
it surprised Depth Charge that more damage had not been done.
both stopped dead in their tracks when a hologram of Shock Therapy
appeared in the hallway, blocking their path. Shock Therapy raised
her face, yellow orb burning brightly. ~"Depth Charge, I do
believe that explosion was caused by our same bomb terrorists from the
first two incidents." Her eye flicked to Jazz³, and he was
half tempted to smile. "Cybershark is already within distance
of the explosion, Depth Charge. Might I request that Jazz stay here to
assist me with the computers? We might be able to speedily
apprehend those responsible."~
chief of security looked quickly between his third and the monitor who
stood holographically before him. He said passively, almost in a
rush, but quiet enough that only Jazz³ was able to hear, "Stay
here and watch Misery. She can't be left alone."
Autobot sired slumped his shoulders, knowing he would rather be on the
battlefield. Jazz³ knew the advantage was already on their side
since Cybershark could use his telemetry to follow, predict, and counter
the terrorists, while the black and white coloured Autobot sired would
be better suited to fight the Decepticon if his own suspicions were
true. "Go," Jazz³ resigned, looking away.
"Just make sure you give them a few good hits for me."
Charge barely had time to nod before he took a diving leap out an
emergency door that lead to the open skies above Ward 1. "Cybershark,"
Depth Charge growled once he was halfway towards the smoke clouds,
"ya there, bud?"
about five hundred meters ahead of you. I'm slowing down for you,
but you have to catch up fast."~ Depth
Charge's comm. was silent for a moment, and then Cybershark's voice
picking up at least seven entities that are fully functional. By
my guess, it must be the ones who are causing these attacks."~
see you," the chief of security stated flatly as he thrusted
forward through the open skies. Normally, the altitude he was
flying in might have had two or three shuttles carrying supplies
filtering through, but as all citizens were instructed in the event of
an attack of any kind, the skies were cleared for the security to go to
work. He was at least thankful that the citizens listened to his
original charter when he took over Omicron as chief of security.
departmental branch of Tyr Corp. that stood alongside the TRUNDLE
research facility was empty of the 35 commissioned workers who would
normally be busying about their daily tasks of measuring resource
distribution for their 700 odd branches across the universe. Upon
discharging thirteen of the employees due to "downsizing of
branches", and then "promoting" another nine to positions
at various other branches (whom were all now on their way to being
surprised at the falsified documents and confused managers), Taciturn
and Stricture had been left with the remaining thirteen workers who had
been easy to make short work of when they became dispersed for work
throughout the 7 story building.
though, Taciturn stood at the tinted windows, running diagnostic scans
over the neighbouring building, detecting weak points in the security
and also comparing the layout to the blueprints they had acquired
recently. "Stricture, I believe I have found the security
room," the red and black Decepticon announced to his wingmate.
gimme the coordinates and I'll get moving," the gold and blue male
said as he cleared the immediate area of the temporary scanning
equipment Taciturn had set up.
tossed the forearm hookup to his wingmate, then held up his hand in a
waiting gesture. "When I tell you, teleport to those
coordinates. Since the room will be clear for approximately three
minutes you'll have time to attach the transmitter to their systems and
it'll reroute the grid back to me. I'll have complete control and
will be able to walk you through."
got it, don't worry," he smiled, flicked his wrist to ensure
mobility with the device attached, and when Taciturn's hand dropped he
found himself being pulled across space and materializing feet first in
an empty surveillance room. Stricture all but dived under the
computer panel and removed the transmitter from his forearm and placed
it on the underside where it would not immediately be detected.
"Tass, you reading me?"
and clear,"~ the
deep voice came across the comm. link. ~"In
about thirty seconds you are going to have the shift change
arriving. I suggest using your energon blade once he's in the
spun on his heels, extended the energon blade from the back of his left
forearm, and held it across his chest. Forcing his way into as
small a space as possible, the gold and blue seeker narrowed his
golden-hued red eyes towards the door, awaiting the arrival of the
guard. Almost as if on cue, the door to the security room slid
open and a squat, burly robot waddled into the room and sat down at the
monitoring screens. The poor fellow never saw it coming until the
blade had pierced through his backside and out the front of his
chest. "Slag . . ." was the last thing he muttered
before going offline.
he withdrew his blade and tapped at his helm to open a private
communication link. "I should have three megacycles, more
than enough time. Tass?" he unholstered his regular gun,
charged the weapon, and then stood next to the door. "Where's
my next clear room?"
23-14-84. There's only two life forms in the room. It'll
take you down five flights, but I'm still trying to be sure that the
large energy pull is where they'll be keeping him."~
gets me there fast. And here we go," he said, leaving a dust
cloud of gold, silver, and blue behind him.
Therapy lowered the screens in order to illustrate to her fellow
Decepticon female how the system was running. "Depth Charge
and Cybershark have engaged your six friends, and Air Lock and Air-slake
are in Ward 5 investigating the bodies left by your other two
friends." She paused as the cameras revolved and changed angles on
the two situations, detailing the examination of the thirteen bodies and
the battle between the others. "Jazz, on the other hand, is
going to be the most difficult."
know." Misery was silent for several moments, contemplating the
Autobot who remained in the security center. "Depth Charge
will have logically set Jazz upon me as some watchdog. That, I
what will you do?"
now, I will give him distractions until Machiavellian and his squadron
lure Depth Charge and Cybershark away from Omicron." Misery
was almost ready to leave when Shock Therapy asked her the pertinent
question, to which she responded idly: "When he awakens, you will
receive your payment we have agreed upon."
what else you promised me, Misery." There was anger in her
voice as it echoed about the room, reverberating in the cylindrical
communications tower. "You promised."
honour my promises."
Charge dived to the left as an energy blast narrowly missed where his
head had once been. Across from him, Cybershark was returning fire
from behind the rubble of what was once a financial building. The
security chief pressed his back to his cover, reloaded his weapon, and
then peered at his opponents on the other side of the battle
field. The six robots were assailing the two security guards from
higher ground, each perched on the remains of the third floor of a
shot flew past his face, but this time Depth Charge launched into the
domed sky, spinning into his flight mode as he fired off two shots, both
of which hit the framework beneath Mace. What had remained of the
flooring instantly gave out and raised the downgraded Decepticon to the
ground. Cybershark followed up the attack by shooting a missile
point blank into the chest of the bouncer, extinguishing his spark
Cybershark rolled backwards and avoided the energon ax that belonged to
Minstrel. Retrieving it from the ground, Minstrel wielded the
weapon high before striking once more at the second in command.
"My brother!" he screamed, enraged at the death of his
twin. "You killed my brother!" Cybershark
deflected the attacks as they came carelessly towards him, his own
energon sword bursting with energy as it connected with the ax.
I might apologize," he grunted, locking his blade in the groove of
Minstrel's ax, and pushed forcibly against the other's might.
"But considering the circumstances, I doubt you'd pardon
me!" The cables in his forearms instantly extended, throwing
the former entertainer off balance and across the rubble.
"For the murders you have committed and the violation of the Pax
Cybertronia, I sentence you to death!"
cables flew with intensity and accuracy as they embedded, not in
Minstrel, but in Masquerade's body. Withholding his surprise,
Cybershark recalled his weaponry, all the while tearing vital systems
within her body. " 'rade!" Minstrel roared, dropping to
his knees at her side while Muffle and Malice provided him with cover
fire. " 'rade! Masquerade speak to me you stupid bitch!"
don't have to scream," she panted weakly, mech fluid spilling out
of her main pump below her spark. As Minstrel searched her body,
diagnosing the worst of the wounds, she gripped his hand which hovered
above her stomach. They both knew instantly the outcome of this
situation: not even stasis lock would prevent the creeping death.
"I guess you won't be getting that interface anytime soon, you dumb
'rade . . ." he whispered, holding her close. "You
shouldn't be dying for me."
all gotta go sometime," she grinned, mech fluid running faster from
her chest when she lifted her face close to his. "I just
didn't want you to go before I did. I wouldn't have the same kinda
fun with the other boys." Masquerade grabbed at the side of
his helm and pulled him dangerously close. "Kill the bastard
who killed me!"
her body went limp, Minstrel heard the footsteps of the approaching
enemy behind him. He let go his sister and rose to his feet,
turned, and stared down the slowly stalking second in command.
"You'll pay for their deaths," he barked while picking his
energon ax from the ground and gripping it in both hands.
Cybershark mused, pivoting into a swift charge, an action mirrored by
Minstrel. Hellacious fury could only describe the chops, swipes,
and blocks that took place between the two until, finally, with a scream
of rage from both, they chaotically threw weight behind their
weapons. The two were at a standstill, weapons buried into one
another, Minstrel's ax was buried to the shoulder in Cybershark's left
side, while Cybershark's sword had struck through Minstrel's chest.
Minstrel panted, using what strength he had to force his ax deeper into
Cybershark's side. If he could not kill him, he would certainly
injure him as much as possible.
second in command bared a feral grin, leaned his face in close to
Minstrel's, and softly spoke, "Misery thanks you." It
was the last thing Minstrel heard before going offline.
across the field of battle, Muffle was holding off Depth Charge by
rapidly firing his dual blasters while Machiavellian and Malice
reloaded. After inspecting the end of the battle between Minstrel
and Cybershark in the distance, Malice rounded the protective rubble and
sat down next to his leader. "Mach, we've lost two brothers
and our sister. We can't sacrifice this much for Misery."
right," he bowed his head, honouring his fallen factory
mates. "It's time we retreat," he said, climbing to his
feet, "Decepticons, SCRAMBLE!" Machiavellian, Malice,
and a very confused Muffle transformed to flight mode and took to the
domed skies towards one of the docking bays, avoiding shots from Depth
Charge along the way.
held his side as he turned to watch the three fly away. This
can't be happening. Misery
said they would stay and fight! They're
not supposed to be leaving yet! While
Cybershark was contemplating these sudden events, he drew his red eyes
away from the disappearing forms of the three Decepticons to settle on
the chief of security's face. If
they leave now, how can I get Depth Charge out of here . . . "We
can't let them escape!" he screamed, interrupting Depth Charge's
anecdote for getting reinforcements and closing the docking bay.
a burst of pure speed and transformation, Cybershark was in pursuit and
Depth Charge was left screaming after him. "Cybershark! You
stupid-- FALL BACK!" When he realized that his second in command
could not hear him, he tried the comm. When that failed, he
growled in frustration and jumped into the air, transformed, and
followed suite. "Jazz, are you reading me?"
I'm reading you," Jazz³ pressed his finger to his helm and his
visor extended over his blue optics. "You on your way back
Depth Charge's voice was angry as it fed over the communications wave,
and Jazz³ could only cringe at what could be happening. ~"We're
going to need assistance in pursuit and clean up. I need ya to go
and send clean up crews to Ward 7, vector seven-seven-five.
There'll be three Predacon bodies, all blue and black make, possibly
more considering the explosions, and I need Misery to join us at Bay
don't know if it'll be possible. You told me to watch Misery and I can't
there was hesitation, and then, ~"we can't leave Therapy
alone. Call the twins and have them meet us at Bay 2 as soon as
possible. Depth Charge out."~
black and white robot shook his head in frustration, visor flaring to
life as he radioed his fellow Autobot sired. "Air-slake, Air
Lock, you guys there?"
you're not going to believe this. We've got thirteen bodies down
here,"~ Air-slake responded over the comm.
Jazz³ slammed his fist into the nearby wall. "Listen, this
place is going to hell in a hand basket, I need you guys to clean up
there and meet Depth Charge and Cybershark at Bay 2 ASAP." He
waited for a response, but when he hit his comm. again to try the two,
he was met with only static. "Guys, come in, are you
there?" he waited a second time, but received nothing. "Roger
me, wilco me, something? Hello? Hello? Omicron calling the Air
comm. was silent save for the white noise that was already beginning to
annoy him. Working quickly, however, Jazz³ switched his audio
communicator off and settled for trying his back up energy radar.
As soon as he made the switch, though, his optics caught sight of the
bright yellow energy scans illuminating his face from the inside of his
visor. "What the hell?" he twisted his helm to
investigate the pathway, only to find energy being diverted from the
security tower, and everywhere else for that matter. And it all
appeared to be going to one source in Ward 5, where it was almost on top
of Air Lock and Air-slake. "What in the name of the Matrix is going
good," he jumped in fright, pivoting on the metaphorical dime and
retracted his visor to come face to face with the blue and black
Decepticon female. A cynical smirk graced her lips, and she flexed
her hands as the temperature in the room began to lower
considerably. "Just how I enjoy my enemies: confused and
afraid." Misery raised her hands, and instantly metal was
pulled from the framework of the walls and sent spiraling into Jazz³,
which sent him crashing through a windowed wall at the end of the
corridor. "As they say, it is time for me to show my true
colours . . ."
Air Lock and Air-slake had arrived at the location in Ward 5, they
quickly learned upon a thorough inspection of the alley that there were
more bodies dumped haphazardly in the waste bins. "I don't
like it, 'Lock," Air-slake had shaken his head as he completed
count of the thirteenth body he had dug out of a drain. "It's
mean other than the high body count lately?" Air Lock had asked as
he ran his scanners across the area, searching for traces of any
material residue or tracks that could lead to some answers.
"But I know what ya mean, 'slake. This whole thing has sort of a
staged feel to it. Like, we were meant to find all these bodies like
the two were inspecting each body to determine the causes of spark
extinguishing, only to find so far that most had been caused by an
energy weapon clean through the chest with one exception of being
severely melted from shoulder to chest. From the ripples caused by
the melting, Air-slake had determined a powerful, acutely focused
flamethrower had been used to melt the carcass into its current state.
It was then that Jazz³'s voice came across their communicators, ~"Air-slake,
Air Lock, you guys there?"~
Air-slake responded for the two, "you're not going to believe this.
We've got thirteen bodies down here." He hoped the worry in
his voice couldn't be heard.
Listen, this place is going to hell in a hand basket, I need you guys to
clean up there,"~ Jazz³'s voice finished
across the comm. link before static filled in after him.
that is what we're doing, Jazz," Air Lock could always find the
opportunity for sarcasm, no matter how much he was worried, but when
they had waited almost a minute for a response from Jazz³, they looked
at one another with skeptical expressions. "Some how I don't
think he wants us to just clean up."
probably right, and that's the part that worries me," Air-slake
walked partially out of the alleyway to look around the almost dead
streets. Most likely, everyone who could afford the consequences
of staying inside were, while others continued about their busy
routines. " 'Lock, take your scanners off the security grid
and go personal. Let's see if we can pick anything up."
ahead of you, brother, and I don't like what I'm seeing." Once
receiving the inquisitive look from his twin, Air Lock also stalked out
of the alleyway, looking at the ground as if he were afraid to step in
certain areas, and finally stopped with his body facing the small
building of Tyr Corp. "My scanners are picking up a massive
energy drain going straight into Tyr Corp. I've never seen
anything like this."
always one to be by the book, Air-slake waved his hand across his
Maximal insignia, consciously ordering it to change to the Maximal
insignia crossed with four small circles connected to a large, centered
circle --the sigil of Omicron security, "we have a duty to
but it doesn't mean I'm gonna like it," Air Lock shook his head,
falling into step next to his twin as they began approaching the
the twelfth teleportation, Stricture had left himself a jump path that
was based now on instinct instead of Taciturn's directions. As he
figured, Stricture spent not even a nanoclick in each room as he
teleported through his route back to Tyr Corp, this time dropping three
more bodies into the already amassed pile. "Is this the last
should be," Taciturn narrowed his red optics and stared intently
out the window and towards the TRUNDLE building. He spoke without
moving his mouth, but parted his lips nonetheless, "I'm still
detecting a massive redirection of energy into zero-four-two. It
must be where they are holding Xyston."
our sakes, I hope you're right." Stricture flicked his wingmate a
troubled smile while picking up a large container, "otherwise, I
don't think Misery will want to play with us anymore."
shook his helm, resigning to the fact that Stricture could, and would
never be as delicate in tongue as he was now. "Just go,"
and he was then left behind as Stricture pulled himself across space
once more, the various locations he had previously visited passing him
by as if pulled through him at warp speed. Then, he felt his feet
touch ground as if he had dropped several miles from the air in a mere
second, but landed as delicately as a leaf on water. ~"Do
you see anything?"~ Taciturn
inquired over the comm. link.
yet, it's pretty dark," he took a few steps forward and the motion
lights flooded the corridor with blue, purple, and red lights. If
he had thought of if at the time, Stricture would have labeled it a very
scientific feel trying to soothe, but failing miserably. Alas, his
footfalls down the corridor would not go unheard, and he was immediately
greeted by a small green and white scientist who asked him for
identification on the spot. "Stricture," he smiled.
records do not show a Stricture in our employment, nor do they show a
Stricture on our visitation list," the squat Maximal humphed,
preparing to call security.
But they sent me down here with important documents concerning the X
Server project," he remained as pleasant as he possibly
could. That was, until the Maximal noticed is openly worn
Decepticon sigil and he was forced to behead and de-spark the
Maximal. Following sufficiently stuffing the Maximal's body into a
trash compactor, dusting his hands off, and checking the corridor for
possible onlookers, he kicked in the door several meters from him.
the room, he was met by thousands of tiny orbs of light pinpricking the
rows of observation desks and equipment seated around a white lighted
pit. Below, the blue and gold Decepticon laid eyes upon several
scientists working around a misshapen body on a table, and when their
attention met his body, he did not hesitate in shooting all three.
It was then that he stepped tentatively forward, placing the large
container under his left arm on the floor next to his feet, and forced
himself not to look into the pit as the wounds within the body began to
heal. "Tass, I need you to see if this facility can do a
protoform scan and if it has a CR chamber."
me a moment . . . there, I think I found one, on the third floor,
coordinates three-three-one, same room for both. Now if you'll
excuse me, I'm about to have guests."~
swallowed hard, but soldiered on, and after grabbing the container once
more he teleported from the consol down next to the table, focusing as
much of his attention on the single emerald optic and its hastily
repairing neighbour. "I know you can hear me," he did
not wait for a response, but witnessed the focus of that glowing green
orb center upon him. "I come baring a gift from Captain
Misery. She presents you with your cannon," as he said this,
he opened the container to show the gigantic, triple-barrel cannon
nestled carefully in the confines of the case. "She also
offers the denizens of this great colony as a token of her commitment to
was almost taken aback by the rate of healing and how much more
recognizable Xyston's body was becoming. So much had been
reformed, in fact, that Xyston's guttural growl reverberated the room
once his throat completed healing. "I will forgive your
transgressions once you take me to a CR Chamber," he ordered, body
attempting to force its way free against the restraints.
my master commands, so shall I obey," the Decepticon male bowed his
head, touched a hand to Xyston's arm, and then instantly the two were
transported to the empty repairs room. At once, he heaved the
behemoth into the CR
chamber and watched the
other's mutilated face disappear behind the door as it sealed shut.
Taciturn had watched his wingmate disappear out of the corner of his
eye, he returned his focus upon the alleyway that turned off from the
end of the street. He had seen them land some time ago, but now he
was intent on awaiting their return to the streets. ~"Tass,"~
Stricture's voice filtered through his communications link suddenly,
~"I need you to see if this facility can do a protoform scan and if
it has a CR chamber."~
me a moment," the red and black bot thought to himself that the
retrieval of Xyston had either gone perfectly or horribly wrong for
Stricture, so he did his best to locate what was requested as fast as
his internal computer could manage, "there, I think I found one, on
the third floor, coordinates three-three-one, same room for both."
His attention then changed to the two bots who had just walked out of
the distant alleyway, and he paid special attention to the one pointing
a dactyl in Tyr Corp.'s direction. "Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm about to have guests."
Decepticon male withdrew his flamethrower from its holster on his back
and began charging it, all the while his free hand beginning to glow
with embers that sent wisps of smoke up past his face. "Let
it begin," he grinned, pointing his flamethrower at the two in the
distance as they began to approach the building. Then, simply, he
pulled the trigger.