"Wheeljack, are you OK? I swear good Autobots are going down everywhere. Hardhead, get him to the med bay. Jazz, give me a run down on what's happening." ((I think Buzz saw can handle the mines alone. ))
Wheeljack answers Prime and the others with only a groan as he is carried to the med bay. After Megatron answers Dropkick, his smile turns into a frown once more as his bladed Path Blaster transformed back into an arm. He puts his arm down and stands by Megatron's side. Then he tunes his built in coms to the Autobot's channel. Once he listens in, he reports to Megatron. "Lord Megatron, I'm getting word that the Autobot, Wheeljack, has arrived damaged, yet I spotted him a while ago and he was fine. Also, Vertebreak has broken out of Autobot custody. Tensions are getting very high."
"Vertebreak? Ah, I see he still lives. And he is competent enough to not get himself killed while escaping.... Oh well. Dropkick, see to it our little "Agent" is well accommodated for. 777 can't infiltrate the Autobots on his own you know."
Dropkick looks at Megatron with a surprised look at the mention of 777. "He lives? I thought he died. Apparently I was wrong. But where could he possibly be?"
Star Saber decided to follow the unknown mech and made his way down the alleyway. He kept a hand on his sword, the larger Saber Blade. He wasn't going to get caught off guard. Not again...
Optimus turned to see Thundercracker. "Ah, Thundercracker, you arrived. I have not called you here because of your trial. I believe you on that enough already. I called you here about your opinion on Cybertronian Cloning and a bot named "Makeshift". ((Sorry Gogo. Forgot.))
As Wheeljack was being repaired, he secretly transmitted coordinates to another 'bot wlplhile remaining inanimate. Dropkick's voice was now silent as he looked to the floor. "So... one of my idols lives." Then, he looks up at Megatron. "I will gladly assist him. But first, I must find him." He rushes into the building, then realizes that Optimus must know. So, he makes his way towards Optimus.
((No problem. You can also play as Dai Atlas to respond to Ironhide II.)) Thundercracker looked out of the window and sighted. "You have captured him, haven't you? He was a big shot in the Decepticon ranks, strangely he never showed off nor boasted. He was one of Megatron's elites but I believe now, in more peaceful times, even Megatron count see him as obsolete. I didn't really talked with him, he wasn't that talkative, that's what made him such a valuable asset to the Decepticon army. You should ask Megatron about him, he can tell you more and I strongly believe that Megatron will tell you everything because he knows that the war is over and weapons like Makeshift are unwanted and not needed."
When dealer got to the alley, he checked around for anyone watching, and not noticing anyone, answered the call. Only it was not a call, it was a simple message. Coordinates. Dealer put away his communicator, and began to walk back when he heard a sound. Sounds of a sword leaving a sheath, slowly. Dealer decided it was best not to fight this mysterious attacker yet for fear it could blow his cover, and attempted to flee another way. He found a ledge not to high above, leading into many apartment complexes. Dealer leaped up and pulled himself away, but hadn't gone inside just yet. He waited from above to see who his attacker was, and possible to get the jump on him from above. Prowl, roaming the streets of Iacon for a while, had finally arrived at his destination, the Stellar Galleries in the High Council Pavilions. Prowl transformed and walked inside, on the lookout for Ironhide II.
Soon, 3 Autobot Medics arrived and took control of the situation. One spoke, "We'll take it from here. He should be fine in about a deca-cycle." Another escorted Hardhead out of the med bay. Immediately, they began repairing Wheeljack with relative ease.
Star Saber looked around, but didn't see the mech he had been following. He sighed as he lowered his sword to the ground. It seemed he had lost the mech. While not a good thing, he didn't really care for a fight, so it was fine for now.
Minutes pass as they operate on Wheeljack. The three Autobots rarely communicated with each other. His arm began to move slowly towards his head. One of them spoke, "Restrain him and out him under." As they were about to do as they were told, Wheeljack grabbed a blade on his back and decapitated 2 of the medics beside him. Their heads fell on the floor as Energon sprayed over Wheeljack. Little drops trickled over the remaining medic who cowered into the corner. Wheeljack spoke as his eyes pulsed a bright red. "Nothing personal." He slashed his blade through the Autobot's neck, disconnecting the head from its body, letting it fall. A voice on his com told him what to do. "Collect their Sparks and bring them before they die out." Wheeljack replied as he dug out each of their fresh Sparks. "This better be worth it." After he collected them, he rushed out of the med bay, walked out and away from the building, and transformed to drive away. Dropkick entered Optimus's office, seeing not only Optimus but Thundercracker. "Optimus, do you know of the whereabouts of... Wheeljack?"
"I just sent him to the......" Optimus looked at the Med-Bay cameras on the Security console in the Security room over to see Wheeljack kill the three medics. "Augh, SCRAP!!!! Hardhead! Jazz! With me! We have a spy!!!!" Optimus rushed over to the medbay as the alarms started to sound.
Dropkick's eyes widened and he alerted Megatron of the news while Optimus wasn't looking. "Makeshift is on the loose." Then, he followed Optimus to the med bay. Within the med bay, headless corpses, decapitated heads, and shallow puddles of rich, thick, warm energon. Each head expressed horror in their contorted faces. Dropkick tried to hide his face, because something about the grotesque scene satisfied him. He saw art in the Energon puddles, and in the corpses which he thought were arranged specifically. He especially loved how the heads retained their emotions. A trail of energon led out of the room, out of the building, and ends in the street.
Star Saber glanced around for the mech he had been following, but then his optics landed on the trail of energon that was in the street. "What the...?" He wondered. Something seemed off and that bothered him. As much as he would have reveled in the sight once, it now made his fuel tanks churn in revulsion. Star Saber ran to the street and saw where the energon trail was coming from. Looking back at the alley, he frowned before running into the building. A strange mech he had lost track of was not important right now. Finding out what that energon trail was from was.
Spoiler: In an unknown location.... Wheeljack, covered and smeared with Energon that wasn't his, transformed back into robot mode and roamed through a tunnel. He activated a secret panel that opened into a secret lair. He walked into a laboratory that seemed to be out of a horror movie. Chains hung down from the ceiling, tables on either sides of the room had many surgical tools. The walls displayed larger tools and weaponry. At the back center of the room, opposite from the entrance, was a tower with two antennas releasing electricity all over the room and powering the lab. As Wheeljack walked around the room, observing the items and structures. Suddenly, he heard the sound of metal rubbing against the floor. He turned to look, but saw nothing. He looked to his left and saw a shadow move fast from sight. His eyes began to narrow and he said, "You're pissing me off." Before he knew it, Wheeljack was wrapped up in segments of metal. Towering above him were the 3 arms and snake-like head of Vertebreak, ready to dissect his prey. Wheeljack struggled, but managed to pull his arm out and opened his hand, revealing a still fresh Spark. Vertebreak, surprised, looked at the Wheeljack look-a-like and question him. "Makeshift? Is that you?" When Vertebreak released him from his grasp, Makeshift pulled out the 2 other Sparks he collected. Vertebreak was delighted and congratulated him. "I'm pleased with your progress, 777." Each of his arms took a Spark, and he slithered to his table to set them down. His head looked towards Makeshift. "You do know that you're at base right." Makeshift leaned against a pillar and replied, "When the Autobots repaired me, they broke my t-cog." Vertebreak paused and turned to his agent. "Allow me to take care of that." Makeshift laid on Vertebreak's gurney. Vertebreak strapped him in and began to open him up, but Makeshift gave no sign of feeling pain. As Vertebreak dug his way to Makeshift's t-cog carefully, he spoke, "So... why did you free me anyway?" Makeshift simple replied, "I needed your expertise. I believe that we could benefit each other." Vertebreak held Makeshift's t-cog in his middle hand. He slithered to his table while making a remark. "You're certainly right about that, my friend." He continued as he finished fixing his t-cog and was now slithering towards Makeshift. "You are more valuable asset than you even know." He placed the t-cog back into Makeshift and sealed him back up with ease while speaking. "I need you more than ever. You are my only connection to the outside world. You can blend in with ease. You can be almost ANYONE." Vertebreak released Makeshift, who changed colors and transformed into his true robot mode. Vertebreak slithered to the table and assembled 3 guns, 1 which he handed to Makeshift. "I call it the Overloader. Use it wisely." Vertebreak went on the instruct his agent. "When a blast is fired into a Cybertronian, it overloads their circuits. The smaller the 'bot, the more fatal it is." Vertebreak slithered away. "I still need more items, way more. You know what you have to do." Makeshift transforms into Bumblebee's vehicle mode and drives out of the lair, and through of the tunnel. In order to hide his face from Optimus, he ran outside while following the Energon trail, leading to the dead end in the street. "Decepticons, come in. This is Dropkick. Makeshift murder 3 Autobot medics and rushed out of the building. His current location is unknown, but he is being hunted by the Autobots."
Star Saber ran past Dropkick, not even seeing who he was. He reached the medical bay and stared in shock and horror at the sight of the three medics who were now dead. At the same time though, the old religious nut he had once been would have thought they deserved it, but that side of him was now more tempered and rational. Praying to Primus, Star Saber could only hope their sparks were at peace...at least until he saw the open Spark chambers missing their sparks. Something about that sent his processor reeling. Kneeling down, Star Saber tried to see if he could find any clues as to what happened. He made sure he was staying away as far away from the bodies as much as he could while being close enough to see if anything was off. "Who did this...?" Star Saber wondered aloud.
Dropkick followed Star Saber from far away. He said to himself, "This can't be good." Then, he stopped following and made his way back to Megatron.
