Observation DeckSlog watched Cutthroat closely, trying to gauge what the Terrocon would do next. In all of his eons of service and battle, he found he could anticipate better than most, but this was… something different.
Relief flowed over him at seeing the mech turn to leave them.
Icepick wrote: "I believe when Megatron's peace comes to pass....Hungrr will surely eat him first."
Though he’d spoken low,
Icepick’s words found Slog’s audio receptors and despite the threat so close to them, he cracked a smile. It even brought up a great point at why
hadn’t Hun-Grr eaten him by now? If he was as much trouble to them as he was to the rest of the Decepticon forces, Slog didn’t see how a creature like that could be controlled.
Is Hun-Grr that frightening to his own troops? It was a stupid question, given the Terrorcon leader’s reputation, but something about it struck Slog as not right.
How can any mech be brutal enough to control those… beasts, he thought.
The sudden glint of the airborne pitcher caught his attention, but before he could shout out a warning, ti landed on the bar in the Monstercon’s midst, knocking over other glasses and containers as it pinballed back and forth.
The knowledge that it was Cutthroat’s way to antagonizing them, of showing he feared none of them was the only thing that held Slog back, but despite his hesitation, his hand had tightened, crushing his engex container and splashing the fluid onto the bar and his chest plate, with rivulets of it running down his hand.
In a tight voice that betrayed how infuriated he had become, he ordered, “
Monstercons, stand down.” As the words left his vocalizer, he suddenly found himself lost in the desire to defend his team for the affront. His brothers had suffered enough, and he wouldn’t allow a miseable stain like Cutthroat to get away with his actions. “This is my fight,” he heard himself say without having a conscious thought of doing so.
Pushing away from the bar, he turned toward the Terrorcon and transformed into his bi-pedal monster form. “Let us see who the real monster is, Terrorcon,” he hissed, taking a step forward and throwing his crushed container at the back of Cutthroat’s head.
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Cutthroat’s smile was anything but friendly as he surveyed the now distraught mechs Cyclonus had chastised for tormenting Reflector. Not that he cared for what he said. Cyclonus was like the others that thought they were better and stronger then he or the other Terrorcons.
Flyers taste the best, he thought as oil ran from the corner of his mouth. He’d spotted a Seeker standing off to the side, attempting to appear part of the group while staying separate.
It’s so much more enjoyable when they think they don’t need friends.Cutthroat hissed/laughed and took a step forward as something clunked agianst the back of his head. Pausing, he turned to see one of the Monstercons already in their alt mode.
“Let us see who the real monster is, Terrorcon,” Slog said.
Cutthroat hissed/laughed at the weak fool having chosen that day to die.
“Then come,
monster. You’ll be a fitting meal,” Cutthroat laughed as he transformed and took to the air. He circled above Slog, trying to get into position to attack him from behind.