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Semper Tyrannis--Med Bay

Reflector observed the ongoing interaction between Scorponok and Overlord with nothing short of awe. Well, awe and perhaps a small ounce of gratitude that he did not run in their circles. There were obvious advantages to being as powerful as they, but there were some clear drawbacks also: namely that your power-levels tended to make you a target for other Decepticons with similar levels. Reflector was glad that his function was so useful and his power-levels so negligible that he simply found himself traded between various commanders over the vorns and was never a direct target of their wrath.

“Could you grab me some scrap metal so I can patch up what Lord Scorponok took, ’Flector?” Firewire said, as the cautiously probing conversation between the two elite warriors came to and end and Scorponok ultimately took his leave--bound for the bridge, no doubt. Reflector would be there waiting for him whilst continuing to assist here.

"Scrap metal? Of course. Let me see what we have in our 'durables' stockpile," the Surveillance Specialist said as he disappeared for a few moments. Returning a short time later with a bluish piece of steel alloy, he handed it over to Firewire. He was unsure about saying anything further, worried about whether the Phase Sixer might take it as an insult if they continued to chat casually while standing so close to him.
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”The Guardian barely escaped with his life. Scourge will find him. Perhaps you will have yet an another opportunity to fight him.”

Overlord's smirk deepened. Of course he escaped. Omega Sentinels, particularly that one, were nothing if not resourceful.

”As if you had any other credible choice. I am not going to micromanage you. However, you will heed my orders. You will respect the lives of my Decepticons. Cause any harm to them and our deal is off and you will find yourself on the very top of Tarn’s list.”

Ah yes. Of course. Scorponok was one of those rare commanders who actually concerned himself with the well-being of his subordinates. One of many flaws, in Overlord's estimation, but he saw no need to hash that out here. Let Scorponok lay out his prerequisites. Overlord saw no need disregard them. His coming to Garrus in the first place had been a miscalculation on his part, save for its reintroducing him to a truly worthy kill. He simply needed to be restored so that he could return to juicier frontiers. Let Scorponok play soldier for Megatron's whims.

”That is, if you survive me first.”

Yes yes, lots of "ifs" tied up in this whole scenario. Overlord was as keenly aware of them as Scorponok. Forget the "Djd" and their little "List". Scorponok would do well to keep his egomania in check and not earn himself a place on Overlord's list of mechanoids whose heads needed a good stomping.

”Fix him up,” were Scorponok's last words, before finally taking his leave of their little chat, though not before taking a piece of Overlord with him. Paranoid brute, Overlord harrumphed internally. At least Scorponok had agreed to complete his restoration. That ensured the rest of his stay could proceed....amicably. His crimson optics shifted from the door of the medbay to Firewire and Spinister and their little camera friend, before leaning his head back against the berth.

"Oh Spinister, what is my place in this world? I live to kill, and yet so many restrictions are placed on when and where and why....why must this be? Whywhywhy..."

Something touched Strafe's shoulder, causing him to start to snap out of his daze. What the-

Tentakil wrote:"It's okay, Strafe, it's going to be all over soon. Try to relax. I'm here to help."

Every single alarm went off in Strafe's head. Something... someone was out to get him! The Technobot's optic flew open in a flash and his arms flew up in a frenzy, trying to grab something.

"LOGICOR WILL KILL YOU!!"

Semper Tyrannis – Hangar

With the orders having been given to the Decepticon occupation forces of Garrus-9 to relocate back into the Decepticon 2nd Fleet orbiting the small moon - the shuttle traffic in and out of the fleet’s flagship Semper Tyrannis’ hangar was far more crowded than usual. The sheer amount of logistics required to handle all the incoming equipment and spoils of war from the stripped Autobot penitentiary would have been a challenge to any military operation but the Decepticons were handling their operation with an efficiency of a well oiled machine. They certainly had the experience. No one could call the Great War a minor scuffle after all. A war waged for seemingly an eternity – at least from the point of view of most organic races of the galaxy.

One of the landing shuttles caught the optics of many Decepticons working in the hangar bay of the mighty battleship though. Its flightpath was shaky. Nervous. Yet all of its check-out coded had been up to date and recent. Once it landed, the reason for the nervousness became visibly apparent. As soon as its boarding hatch opened, few greatly disturbed Decepticons burst out of the shuttle, one even tripping on his way out. The reason? One of the most terrifying Decepticons ever emerging from the bowels of the tiny craft with Scattershot’s limp body hanging on his shoulder.

Hun-Gurrr.

Having left his too slowly moving troops behind, the leader of the Terrorcons had hitched a ride back to the Semper Tyrannis by entering a shuttle about to leave the G-9’s starport, leaving the Decepticons already in the shuttle too afraid to protest despite of couple of them being unceremoniously thrown out of the shuttle to make room for the large Terrorcon and his victim.

After being humiliated by Scorponok, Hun-Grrr hadn’t been exactly in the mood of delaying his journey back to the ship. He did not blame his commander however. Scorponok had taken his position in Megatron’s army through his sheer power and cunning – by defeating many would be warlords, including Hun-Garr himself. And in the battle against Logicor, Hun-Gurr had gone over the line once again. He had let his greed take the better of him. It irritated the fearsome Decepticon far more than being manhandled by his commander. Losing his ability for tactical thinking due to giving in to his hunger had forced Commander Scorponok’s hand back in G-9. This was becoming all too common. Even now he was entertaining the thought of dragging Scattershot into his lair on board Scorponok’s battleship to feast on his long time nemesis who was completely under his mercy.
Sometime later...

Hun-Garr had resisted the thought. By making a beeline into Semper Tyrannis’ medbay, the ravenous Terrorcon had managed to drop Scattershot off into the care of some medics and their security personnel before causing irreparable damage to the Technobot leader. It wasn’t like the Autobot was going to need his left arm for a time being anyway. Especially just the part down from the elbow joint. It had been so loose too. Basically broke off when Hun-Grr had dropped the Technobot and medical berth.

Biting off one of Scattershot’s digits with a sickening crunch, Hun-Gurrr gave a brief look over his surroundings. It couldn’t be. Hah. It really was. And he was whining.

A sadistical grin full of razor sharp teeth emerged on the Terrorcon’s chiseled visage as he approached one particular medical berth housing are rare sight. One of Megatron’s pet super soldiers damaged beyond the ability of its own self-repair capabilities. Overlord. One of the rare Decepticons that had earned his respect with their combat prowess.

”What are you doing here?” Hun-Grrr smirked, and would have licked his lips in anticipation for a truly special culinary experience had such gesture meant anything for Cybertronians. While he cared little about most whom Scorponok conscripted for his operations – Hun-Garr did pay enough attention to crew lists to pick out names such as Overlord’s

”And molten to a point of near death?” Hun-Grr let his talon pointed index digit scratch Overlord’s partially molten arm. A sudden realization hit him. ”You fought Omega Supreme! I can smell the residual plasma particles on you. Hahaha, that’s rich. Tell me, was it the spectacle you expected out of it?”

Garrus 9 - Hangar

Wildfly chuckled and walked aboard with the rest of his fellow Monstercons. "Hahaha! Onward! I want me some tasty, fresh energon!" The euphoria was slowly washing itself off, but the avian Monstercon wanted to enjoy it while he could.


Shuttle

Strafe wrote:"LOGICOR WILL KILL YOU!!"

As the Technobot frantically waved about - he looked like he was having a seizure, much to Tentakil's amusement - the Seacon placed his hand on Strafe's shoulder, using his tentacles to softly restrain him so that he wouldn't move too much.

"Hush, little 'bot. It's okay. Be calm."

It seemed that, similarly to Nosecone, Strafe still had some after-effects from the combination. This time, it appeared that he was still within the mind of the combiner, rather than seeing him as a hallucination.

"Wake up, technobot. This... Logicor you speak of... it is no more."

Garrus 9 - Corridors

”How’s this? Look, we might wanna take this on the road if we can. Before the Cons make us. I can carry him.”

Brainstorm took the piece of scrap from the former wrecker and quickly fastened it the best he could to Afterburner. It was the best he could do given such limits in their current situation, but at least it helped the Technobot from bleeding out. Well... faster than if they hadn’t done anything that is. Pointblank then approached the groups and tried to offer some assistance best he could.

“As a matter of fact, you can.” Brainstorm said as he tried to hoist Afterburner up, “Roadbuster can manage the heavy lifting. You follow behind him and make sure nothing falls out, and pick up anything that does. Heh. C’mon, shuttles should be just up ahead.”

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”...Skyhammer is nothing but persistent, eh?”

“Well would you look at that?” The Horrorcon bellowed, his words reverberating with an almost animalistic growl. “Think you could’ve snuck by and gotten the drop on us so easily? Or were you just looking to settle the score from our last encounter on Nebulos?”

The sound of a shot whizzing by his audio receptors drew Snapdragon’s attention from the Autobot commander. It sounded solid, but not like the ignition of a shell or anything... Almost archaic... The interceptor spun on his heel in a rarely seen speed, his smoldering red optics immediately fixating in the first thing he suspected the culprits to be.

Autobots.

“What was that?!” Snapdragon roared, “Who threw it?!” Not giving any of the prisoners a chance to answer his questions, the reptilian Horrorcon launched himself at the Autobot prisoners surrounding Afterburner, the closet one in his path of destruction unfortunately being Pointblank. His massive fists swung out to backhand the Autobot prisoner away.

“You think because my back is turned that you can take a cheap shot at us?!”

“What the hell is happening?!” Brainstorm shrieked, confused as to why the Horrorcon went from 0 to 180 so quickly. They were making their ways to the shuttles, what could’ve sparked the Horrorcon’s ferocity??

“Don’t know, don’t care!” Whirl quickly retorted, pointing the apprehended Seeker laser as Snapdragon, “But he just gave us a reason to properly defend ourselves!” The former Wrecker fired off a quick shot at the Decepticon, his blast missing its initial target of the Horrorcon’s head and striking the brute in his shoulder armor. “C’mon ya gecko! Come and get some!” Snapdragon turned to Whirl, his burning optics locking onto the cycloptic Autobot. Snapdragon knee of the pointless orders to keep Whirl alive for Megatron, whatever reasons they may be, but that couldn’t stop him from crippling him.

Snapdragon charged at Whirl, his actuators quickly seizing the stolen weapon and crushing its barrel as if it were foil with his immense strength. A clawed “fist” flew at the Horrorcon, striking Snapdragon’s faceplate. The metal dented but the retaliation did not steer his path. The interceptor latched his actuators around Whirl’s arm before he swung the helicopter-former over his head in an arcing motion. When the blue menace was left prone, Snapdragon pressed his boot against Whirl’s chest before ripping the his clawed appendage from its socket.

“GAH YOU SONUVA-!!” The wrecker roared, his other claw trying to get a grip on the Horrorcon’s ever-pressuring boot.

Shuttle

“Are the Insecticons really that unpleasant?” Slog had asked.

“Yes, they are. They really are. I mean, look at them. All creepy and greasy and weird noises. Kind of like Wildfly when he’s recharging. What do you think of them, Slog? Did you talk to them or anything?” was Scowl's answer.

Others, like Wildfly, were more focused on getting a nice energon meal, but their team leader's question had prompted a little introspection on Icepick's part as he settled into his little space of the shuttle with the others. He couldn't help but relax as he felt the shuttle lift off. Finally, thank Primus, they were out of that prison. For good.

"I certainly don't mean to speak for Slog, but I have to agree that I find them to be a little unsettling. The skittering feet. The abject cannibalism amongst their ranks. But...we're monsters ourselves, are we not? Like the Terrorcons, our whole function is to instill fear. Perhaps I'm being too judgmental."

Like Scowl, he too was curious to hear Slog's thoughts on the group and see what had prompted their commander's query.

The Semper Tyrannis--Med Bay

Another set of heavy footsteps entered the medical bay. If Scorponok had returned that must mean that the prison had served its purposes. This section of the ship was about to become significantly more populated, which also meant it was going to become significantly more difficult for Overlord to keep his murderous urges restrained.

”What are you doing here?” a new voice said. The voice belonged to the steps he had heard. Overlord looked past the workings of Spinister and Firewire and saw the familiar form of Hungrr, Terrorcon Commander and truly a Decepticon who appreciated his style if anyone could be said to do so. Just as Overlord appreciated Hungrr's. He did indeed instill terror. True terror. The Terrorcon simply chose to consume his victims once he had satisfied his own sadistic urges. Conversely, Overlord had engaged in a wide variety methods to ultimately dispatch his victims, but devouring had never made it on to the list.

Perhaps one day he might try it.

"And molten to a point of near death? You fought Omega Supreme! I can smell the residual plasma particles on you. Hahaha, that’s rich. Tell me, was it the spectacle you expected out of it?”

"Did you not get to claim a piece of the Guardian's hide for yourself?" Overlord asked, genuinely curious. He could only imagine how the battle with the Omega Guardian had played out before the behemoth ultimately made his escape. "But it was! It was indeed. Only a select few kills would be more sweet than to put the spark chamber of Omega Supreme in the trophy room of my ship. Now that I've tasted it, I must have it. But it will come in time. Circumstances necessitate....patience."

In Overlord's mouth, that word tasted like acid.

Shuttle

More and more gaps in his memory formed and were refilled. He wasn't Logicor... He was... Nosecone. No, wait, not Nosecone. Not Scattershot... Or Lightspeed... Oh! Strafe. He was Strafe.

Strafe relaxed a little, then felt the straps restrict his movement. Wait! What had him?! He struggled more.

"Logicor is..." ...not me.

He tried again. "Who are you?!"

Tentakil wrote:Hush, little 'bot. It's okay. Be calm. Wake up, technobot. This... Logicor you speak of... it is no more."

That wasn't an Autobot's voice. "Die! Die die die!" Strafe's thoughts were still jumbled, but he was sure this was a Decepticon! Where were his... guns?

Strafe felt weak and his optics were dimming. He started to realise he was running out of energy. He had to stop trashing about. He relaxed. "Where am... I?"

Shuttle

Strafe wrote:"Where am... I?"

"You are in safe hands now. Do not worry. I am not like the others. I just want to talk to you. You will live, and I will make sure that you live." The demolitionist replied. Seeing as Strafe had relaxed and loosened up, Tentakil removed his tentacles' grip from the Technobot.

"Here here, Strafe, I do not want to hurt you. Genuinely," He spoke, with an ever so gentle and sincere voice, "My name is Tentakil. I will make sure a medic tends to those wounds of yours. Tell me how you are feeling. How was it like being a part of this... Logicor entity?"

Another shuttle

Ion Storm continued to work on getting the shuttle ready to take off from Garrius-9. He was so ready to get off of this prison world. After a bit, he slightly glanced over at Nova Storm who was also busy at work with the shuttle. He then heard Nova say a message to Acid on their comm.

<<"Hey Green Bean! Are you coming or what??!! We are almost ready to take-off...With or without you!">>

Hangar

Once they had closed in on the hangar bay, Goldrush had felt free to break away from his "traveling companions". Several of them sounded more than a bit unstable--both on the Autobot and Decepticon side. There was no telling what might set one or more of them off. Since he had switched sides and returned to his roots, so to speak, no one had seemed particularly interested in stopping him either. That suited Goldrush just fine.

Upon arriving in the hangar, he had expected it to be a hive of activity. The skies above certainly were. Here, though, there were only a scant number of shuttles remaining. Many of those here must have already left, bound for the ships and stars above. And now the golden entrepreneur would be among them again. He honestly felt a bit ambivalent about the whole situation, but he figured it would be better than remaining within a prison--even if the this particular rock had afforded him a more comfortable lifestyle than he would have originally guessed.

"Con?" a Seeker barked out, standing near the entrance of one of the remaining shuttles.

"Um, yes. Yes! Decepticon. I am," Goldrush stammered. The Seeker's optics narrowed. "That is to say, I was, but then I made a deal with the warden here and, well, it all gets a bit complicated....but!....Snaptrap, he can vouch for me if you have any doubts. I've returned to the fold. Loyal. And all that."

The pink-and beige Seeker took a couple of steps closer.

"Get on board. And if you're lyin'....I'll find out."

Goldrush's optics widened. Why was he feeling like this? He wasn't lying! Infernal Seekers. So filled with delusions of their own importance, despite how expendable they were in the war machine. Grist for the mill.

"Yes. Of course. No, all's well here," Goldrush said as he hurriedly walked up the ramp.

So...is this freedom? the golden mech thought to himself.

Hanger

Cascadia wrote:
<<"Hey Green Bean! Are you coming or what??!! We are almost ready to take-off...With or without you!">>

'Scrap.' Acid Storm thought. He had been keeping an optic on Bludgeon's crew he hadn't been paying attention to the Rainmakers.

>>"On my way."<< He responded quickly moving to the shuttle and getting in.

Semper Tyrannis – Bridge

As the heavy blast doors of the bridge swung open and allowed Scorponok to continue his march towards his command seat uninterrupted, Finback stood up in attention and declared the High Commander’s arrival to everyone present on the bridge.

”Commander on the bridge!”

”At ease,” Scorponok replied back taking a count of his soldiers on the bridge before sitting down down and turning his gaze towards his Vice-Commander, Cyclonus.

”Give me a report on the evacuation,” he addressed Cyclonus while summoning a holographic star map before him. ”I do not want to give him any more head start than I have to.”

G9 – Corridors

Skyhammer looked hopelessly as the Horrorcon Apeface manhandled his broken form as if he was nothing. Well to be fair he wasn’t exactly in the best of conditions to be any kind of challenge to the Decepticon in question but it did sting his pride anyway. Besides, he was far more worried about the other Horrorcon. Snapdragon had left him broken. Beaten. A shadow of his former self. Had it not been for Scorponok’s orders, Skyhammer would have died on Nebulos.

And now he was forced to face this monster and his friend again? But Snapdragon did not come for him. Instead to his horror Skyhammer saw a crude projectile bounce of harmlessly from Apeface’s helmet. Why? Why had someone done that? The Decepticons were not going to let that slide. They were going to…

”Aaaaargh!” Skyhammer yelped as he was tossed aside on the floor like a rag doll as Apeface moved to follow Snapdragon whom had charged Pointblank. Which quickly escalated into a scuffle between the raging Horrorcon and that lunatic Whirl. Not that Whirl had any chance in his current condition. Snapdragon was going to turn him into an another example, much like he had done earlier to him on Nebulos.

”No...” He winced, trying to get up. Not that it helped. No one was going to listen to him.

However, Apeface had moved to pull Snapdragon off Whirl for some reason. Once again he witnessed a Decepticon stopping another one from killing Whirl. Why? From the kindness of their sparks? Skyhammer could scarcely believe that. It had to be something else. Instead he heard Apeface hissing, ”Not now! We have our orders!”

The Semper Tyrannis--Bridge

Heavy, incoming footsteps gave away the impending arrival of the 2nd Fleet Commander well before Finback's words.

”Commander on the bridge!” the captain reported. Cyclonus turned and offered his superior a slight but respectful bow.

”At ease. Give me a report on the evacuation. I do not want to give him any more head start than I have to.”

Cyclonus' optics turned to examine the console in front of him.

"Ninety-five percent complete, my lord. Reflector, prep the Tyrannis' transwarp drive. Any stragglers can direct their shuttles to one of the remaining ships."

Cyclonus then pulled up a secondary infoholo and added a blip to the star map that Scorponok had generated.

"Jhiaxus did not have time to successfully cover his tracks when he utilized the spacebridge. Unsurprisingly, perhaps....he has returned to LV-117. So...."

Cyclonus words were interrupted by an incoming, command-level transmission. He brought the link onscreen. Scourge sat like a stone statue in his command chair.

"You have news?"

"I do," the Tracker began. "We tracked the Omega Guardian to the system of Sol-3. The system where Megatron took the first fleet. We incapacitated him but.....Autobot interference prevented us from reclaiming the Guardian and Aequitas."

Semper Tyrannis-Hanger

The shuttle Nosecone and Seawing were in landed in the hanger bay of the capital ship. Seawing slowly got off with his prisoner and walked meagerly towards the med bay in order to make sure Nosecone wasn't too badly injured. After that it would be either the brig or some lab possibly Scorponok's personal lab. It wouldn't surprise Seawing if the fleet commander personally undertook the inspection of what the Technobots went through and compared it to whatever notes he had gathered during the process of the mad scientist.

"So Nosecone, what else can you describe about your existence as part of this Logicor?"

Nosecone still wasn't pleased about being tied down so tight but considering these are Cons and maybe even a little fear of them having the same issues as the Monstercons with their combined form, maybe being a little tied down is safer.

"I'm not sure if existence is the right word. Five minds, counting my own, flowing through my processor is rather confusing. I had no decision capabilities which I'm betting would fall more on Scattershot since he was the head. One thing I did notice though is we, as a whole, were fighting against some other control as if we were a puppet. I'm not sure if it was control for control sake, which would make some sense with a Con doing the procedure, but at the same time what little I remember of the files on Monstructor, it could also been a safety feature to ensure he would behave better. Whatever the reason, we eventually fought it to a stand still and then barely overcame it when we were split apart. Trust me, there are certain voices of a certain teammates I prefer not to here out loud let alone in my head."

"Hmm, several voices in your head along with something or someone controlling you. I can see the mad scientist doing it since he used you and Monstructor against us. He was no Con by any means but I think if he behaved Scorponok would have offered an invitation to officially join us. The only invitation he now has is the end of his life by Lord Scorponok's claw. I think I would agree on certain teammates voices getting irritating and one in particular with his smell. Being so close to my fellow Seacons would be strange especially since we don't always hunt in the pack unlike the Predacons. Don't get me wrong, we will rip you to shreds if we ever caught you in water regardless who you are. The Seacons rule any ocean or body of water we decide to inhabit."

Before Seawing got too far, he radioed his immediate commander to make sure the med bay was first on the location.

>>Snaptrap, I am taking Nosecone to the med bay to ensure he will be able to undergo whatever procedures Lord Scorponok will be doing to them later on. It seemed the Technobots heard each other's voices in their heads but at the same time not in complete control. This may explain the weird fighting we had with them in the corridor. Jhilaxus must have put some sort of processor shell or program inside of this Logicor somehow. It would be interesting to see how he was controlling them and to ensure it never happens again.<<

Shuttle-->Semper Tyrannis's hanger

Ion Storm looked back as Acid Storm boarded the shuttle with a huge smirk.

"Welcome aboard so to speak, slow-poke. You wanted to get off of this planet then you dragged your aft onto the shuttle."

Acid huffed at him and spoke to him. "Knock it off, Sparky."

Nova continued to work on getting the shuttle up and running. Once the task was nearly complete, he spoke to his trine-mates.

"You better onto your afts because it is going to be a turbulent and fast ride to the ship."

The shuttle took out of the Garrius-9's hanger. Along the way, it went through some of the Insecticons and some of them splattered on the shuttle's windshield. Also, Acid fell down back onto his aft onto a seat. Before they knew it, they were in the ship's hanger. They powered down the shuttle before they exited and wandered through the ship's corridors and see what they could possibly do.

Semper Tyrannis – Hangar

The Terrorcon shuttle glided effortlessly into the hangar bay and landed off to one side. The vehicon pilot quickly opened the hatch and extended the ramp down to the metallic floor. Rippersnapper wasted no time in exiting the craft and transforming back into his shark monster alt mode. He snarled under his breath as the terrorist glanced back to see Cutthroat, Blot and Sinnertwin descending the ramp behind him. The former actor then looked around the vast chamber to see if he could catch sight of their commander, Hun-Grrr, who had apparently gotten tired of waiting for them and hitched a ride back on a different shuttle.

“I don’t see the master,” Rippersnapper muttered to his teammates as he began walking forward. “Hey, you!” The land shark shouted to a seeker loitering nearby. The aerial mech almost jumped out of his metal skin at the sight and sound of one of the Terrorcons. “Where’s Hun-Grrr?”

“Um, I think he took that Technobot he was carrying down to the med bay,” the seeker replied, nervously.

Well, that made sense. After all, Lord Scorponok wouldn’t want the primary piece of his newest gestalt to remain badly damaged. Rippersnapper growled slightly under his breath before turning his attention back to the other Terrorcons. “Guess I’ll comm our master to let him know we’re on board.”

>>”Commander Hun-Grrr, this is Rippersnapper. Blot, Cutthroat, Sinnertwin and myself have arrived back on the Semper Tyrannis. Do you have any orders for us, Master, or can we just return to our den?”<<

Cascadia wrote:

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Stormy heard Acid Storm’s comment to him. He hissed at him in his audio receptor. He then heard what Bomb Burst’s to him and Acid Storm. His frustration levels increased and his bolts grew more intense and gained strength. He smirked at the bat.

“Try me worthless piece of knockoff...”

He then heard Nova’s comm to him and Acid. Immediately, he deactivated his comm and turned his attention back to Bomb Burst.

“This one time, you are just lucky but...Consider this as a warning, next time you mess with my trine, you would get a taste of abilities.”

He looked back at Acid Storm before heading into the shuttle where he found Nova feverishly working on getting the shuttle up and running.

Hangar

It was a good thing the rest of the crew had been waiting for something to happen, as the assassin's incredible reaction time was once again displayed, Bomb Burst was in motion, dagger in hand, heading for Ion Storm.

But Skullgrin and Nightbird both grabbed an arm, preventing the Vampire from moving, a soft growl escaping the angered mech.


--

"Not now, Bomb Burst." Skullgrin growled a warning.

--

Bludgeon stood passively behind them all, arms crossed across his chest plate.

--

Bomb Burst strained against Skullgrin and Nightbird for a moment. He wanted to kill. Yet was denied.

With a quick motion he snapped at Skullgrin's hands, his team mate quickly let go before the deadly fangs pierced his armor.

He swung around towards Nightbird, but the spy quickly flipped a sai into her hand and sunk it into the soft of the inside of Bomb Burst's elbow.

His optics locked on to hers... She removed the sai slowly from his arm.

---

"Enough. Let's go." Bludgeon finally said uncrossing his arms and began to move towards one of the remaining shuttles, his crew not so reluctantly following.

Once aboard the shuttle they made the preflight preparations, then launched for the Semper Tyrannus.

Garrus-9 Corridors

Pointblank watched Wheelie slightly know off to do some unknown task. Said task became known when a projectile whizzed past one of the dumb brutes. Predictably, the Horrorcon took offense. Unpredictably, Pointblank became the target of the larger Decepticon's ire.

That ire was expressed in the form of a massive slap to the face. Pointblank was knocked onto his back, his head aching from the impact. He drew himself to his feet once again only for him to be greeted by the sight of Whirl pinned down by the beast.

Pointblank drew his rifle and prepared to take a warning shot at the Horrorcon. He was saved from potentially escalating the issue by the brute's partner.

Pointblank threw a glare at both Decepticons before moving to help left the injured Technobot. "Let's get him out of here."

He motioned for Wheelie to stick close to him, whispering to the smaller mech, "Stick close to me. Please try to stay out of trouble."



Semper Tyrannis - Hanger Bay

Sinnertwin climbed out of the shuttle. "Finally! Back from that Primus-forsaken pit of a planet. Kinda wish we'd taken back a souvenir, though."

He watched Rippersnapper talk to a Seeker with amusement. Watching that little clone squirm was a real hoot to the Terrorcon.

Sinnertwin looked around and nudged Blot. "We're back. Now you can stop being such a downer."

Tentakil wrote:"My name is Tentakil. I will make sure a medic tends to those wounds of yours. Tell me how you are feeling. How was it like being a part of this... Logicor entity?"

Tentakil. Strafe searched through his databases. What he knew of the Seacon was very little. Except... every red flag and alarm was going because Decepticon!!! Oh, Primus, he assumed he was caught by a 'Con, but holy scrap, now he knew he was caught by a 'Con!!! He tried to struggle, but he felt no strength or power.

He closed his optics, trying to reign in the panic. He couldn't go nuts... He would end up dead! Plus, this 'Con seemed... nice enough... He couldn't be so bad?

"I am... still confused. My friends, I feel their memories slowly fading away. Logicor was... a combination of our thoughts, I guess? As though I was there, but wasn't. I would even know how to completely describe it to someone that's... never felt it before."

[Shuttle]

After Strafe had calmed down a little bit, Tentakil charmingly smiled at him. Good. Just what I need.

Strafe wrote:"I am... still confused. My friends, I feel their memories slowly fading away. Logicor was... a combination of our thoughts, I guess? As though I was there, but wasn't. I would even know how to completely describe it to someone that's... never felt it before."

The Seacon nodded. "I may not be able to understand what you mean, but I can understand what you are going through, and the confusion that has been brought along." He eased up and sat down more comfortably in front of Strafe. "A combination of your thoughts, I see. Your fellow Autobot... Nosecone, I believe his name was. He, too, seemed to be in some sort of distant memory, as if his mental processors were not of his own. You two may have felt similar."

Tentakil looked around to see if anyone else was around. The shuttle had a few other members but none seemed to be paying attention to the Seacon and the Technobot. He pondered for a moment.

"Strafe, would you like to rest somewhere more comfortably? I can... arrange something for you, if you wish."

The Semper Tyrannis - Med Bay

"Did you not get to claim a piece of the Guardian's hide for yourself?"

Hun-Gurrr scowled annoyedly. No, he had not been able to challenge himself against the Omega Guardian, though some of his Terrorcons had gotten the chance. He had been charged of securing the sparks within the Rig. As task he had taken gladly for it had allowed him to feast on number of Autobots whom had tried escaping the Decepticons into one of the most secure sections of the penitentiary. But he was not going to admit that to Overlord.

”I was with Commander Scorponok, freeing Jhiaxus from the Rig when Omega Supreme broke out.” He finally replied to Overlord’s query. ”Slew plenty of Autobots trying to stop us but none were worthy of the effort. Though I am not one to turn down a feast.”

"But it was! It was indeed. Only a select few kills would be more sweet than to put the spark chamber of Omega Supreme in the trophy room of my ship. Now that I've tasted it, I must have it. But it will come in time. Circumstances necessitate....patience."

The leader of the Terrorcons let out a rumbling laugh. ”Indeed! Such would be a trophy worth of sacrifices. Even patience.”
”Or a body or a two.” Hun-Grrr added with devilish grin crossing across his face for a short moment.

>>”Commander Hun-Grrr, this is Rippersnapper. Blot, Cutthroat, Sinnertwin and myself have arrived back on the Semper Tyrannis. Do you have any orders for us, Master, or can we just return to our den?”<<

>>”Prepare. If I know Scorponok at all, we are going after Jhiaxus. And you want to be ready for that.”<< Hun-Garr transmitted back to Rippersnapper and proceeded to take another bite of Scattershot’s arm.

”Doesn’t look like you’re going to be ready to hunt for Jhiaxus though.” Hun-Gurr stated as took a look at Overlord’s damage frame. ”You plan to go after the Guardian or got even bigger prize in mind?”

The Semper Tyrannis - Med Bay

After taking his sweet time with Nosecone, Seawing entered the medical bay. He looked around and saw many of the injured Cons who were in the prison. Hardly any one of them was really worth paying attention to until he heard a loud laugh. It was a laugh he heard rarely but the mech it came from he knew quite well. It seemed the Terrorcon commander had arrived with his own prisoner who looked even worse than when Logicor fell apart. Knowing the tendencies of the Terrorcons and especially of their leader, it was most likely he was eating Scattershot piece by piece. Such foolishness and impatiences of the leader of the Terrorcons. Lord Scorponok probably would let the Terrorcons have the Technobots once all possible information was stripped out of them but spoiling their meal before allowed would be dangerous if Lord Scorpononk wanted the Technobots in good condition. After Seawing got over the condition of Scattershot, he saw beyond Hun-gurr and realized who he was talking to. The elite warrior Overlord was being cared for and high chance personally watched by Scorponok. Looked like Overlord had a bit too much fun recently.

Seawing figured it would be safer to let the two talk about whatever they were and to have Nosecone secured in another part of the med bay. He doubted Nosecone could get out of his restraints but he was more concerned about his prisoner becoming a meal for Hun-gurr earlier than needed to be. Seawing signaled for one of the med drones to take Nosecone.

"Make sure he is kept restrained while you doing whatever is needed. You also might want to keep tabs on our hungry friend over there who is slowly eating another patient. Lord Scorponok wants these Technobots intact as much as possible but also not too much so where they could prove to be problematic."

The drone nodded as he took the hover bed with Nosecone off to another part of the medical bay. After the drone walked off, Seawing sent his own boss another message.

>>Snaptrap, I have delivered the Technobot Nosecone to the medical bay. He is relatively unharmed with a little paint scratches and very minor cuts to his armor. I can't say the same for the Technobot commander Scattershot. It seems Hun-Gurr got a bit hungry on the way to the medical bay. I think the Autobot still functions but you know how the Terrorcons get especially their leader.<<

Garrus 9 - Corridors

”Not now, we have our orders!”

Snapdragon growled as Apeface attempted to persuade him into letting go. Every wire in his chassis wanted to rip out this blue menace’s spark and have watch as the Horrorcon crushed it in his final moments. But Apeface was right, they had orders... Primus only knows what Megatron would do if this particular bot were to parish here too.

“Fine.” The reptilian Horrorcon stared back, the easing of his frustration becoming somewhat clear in his movement. He hoisted Whirl up by his neck and threw him back to the group of Autobots nearby. “Get your afts movin’ or else a severed limb will be the least of your concerns! GO!”

“Don’t.” Pyro whispered as he stepped up in front of Pointblank, his hand hovering over his weapon. The red and blue Autobot gazed back to the warrior, “We’re in deep enough trouble as it is. Just help Roadbuster with Afterburner.” The ranger then took a couple of steps forward and helped Whirl back up onto his skis, wrapping his remaining arm over his shoulder plate. Snapdragon scoffed at the sight and threw the severed arm still in his hand at Pyro’s back as he made his way towards the shuttles. Pyro took the hit but did not let it bother him. That’s what Optimus would’ve done... that’s what needed to be done right now. Following behind, Brainstorm picked up the severed arm and followed the former Wrecker and Pyro make their way to the shuttles.

From the shadows, crimson optics watched as the scene unfolded around him. He witnessed the true culprit strike at the Horrorcon, then witnessed said Horrorcon take out his fury on the wrong Autobot. Despite everything, Whirl was only trying to defend himself. Curious. Stepping forward from the blanketing darkness, Deadlock trailed behind the group as they made their way towards the shuttles.

-

A further up the corridor, a Decepticon shuttle managed to land through most of the debris brought upon by the initial attack. Seekers stood guard as they watched the Horrorcon lead the Autobot prisoners aboard. Snapdragon waited outside as he watched them board one by one.

“Go ahead, try something. I dare ya.” Snapdragon taunted with a snarling growl. He folded his arms over his chest and looked to Apeface. Before the interceptor could inquire their next course of action, Deadlock managed to catch up with the rest of the group.

“Well if today just isn’t full of surprises.”

“Spare me the trouble will ya? We’re suppose to be getting off this rock.” Deadlock chided back as he approached the shuttle.

“Care to explain the disappearing act then? The good doctor here was beginning to worry sick about you. Weren’tcha, Synapse?”