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Post by nachtsider on Aug 3, 2009 3:53:25 GMT -5
"ACH! MY ACHING CHASSIS! WHAT WAS I DRINKING LAST NIGHT? MY HEAD FEELS LIKE THOSE DRUNKEN CONSTRUCTICON OAFS WERE PARTYING ABOUT IN IT!"
Blitzwing woke up weaponless and in great discomfort; every circuit in his body felt knotted and bruised. He forced open optics clogged with dirt, and looked at his wretched surroundings. He was lying on the hard metal floor of a prison cell. Over by the far wall, beneath a window criss-crossed with laser bars, was a low bunk covered in a filthy tarpaulin. Cyber-roaches, some the size of Blitzwing's fist, scuttled along a foul-smelling gutter that disappeared into a grating in the floor.
"oOh, wOw! tHaT mUsT hAvE bEeN sOmE oRgY! i rEaLLY mUsT gEt tHiS hOuSe oF mInE cLeAneD uP!"
Blitzwing discovered that his hands were free, and slowly pulled himself upright into a sitting position, resting his back against the cell door. A faint draft from the corridor outside provided the only relief from the stifling heat and bad air of the cell. He sighed.
"Who am I trying to fool. I know all too well where I am."
In the distance, Blitzwing could hear footsteps approaching. Then there was the beep of an electronic lock and the creak of hinges. A door closed with a dull thud. More footsteps; they were getting louder.
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Post by Fallout on Aug 3, 2009 11:27:18 GMT -5
Jetfire and Jetstorm then appeared in the hallway that ran along outside all of the cells. They each carried a few cubes of energon. Jetfire stopped, but Jetstorm continued on down the hallway. Jetfire passed some energon through the bars of Blitzwing's cell and smiled. "Hello Three-Face. Still talking to yourself?"
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Post by prowl on Aug 3, 2009 18:57:36 GMT -5
solarscream sat silently in her cell, knowing full well how the constant chatter of the other decepticons got all of them absolutely nowhere. like the other fembot clones of starscream, solarscream was fortunate enough to get the sensible side - yet stupid enough not to inherit the cowardly side, meaning that when the battle had looked failing, she had not ran to save her skidplate, but rather found till she was shot out of the sky. she looked at her decayed jets - the autobots hadn't found care to repair her in all the while she had been rusting in their ramshackle prison.
glancing across she found herself regretting that blitzwing had ever had his personality split - if his intelligent side was the only one ever visible, she might have found herself almost liking the other 'con, but then, he had been split. she turned away, letting the shadows close around her as the twins paid attention to the two more talkative decepticons on the other side of the corridor. solarscream looked down the hallway, past all the cells of the broken, defeated decepticon troops - pathetic, how they all had been captured with such little fight. somewhere in this high security fortress, megatron lurked, his movements distrusted so highly by the autobots that they had long taken him to somewhere more discreet and high-security.
as the twins were distracted, solarscream rose and walked over to the energon-fused bars of her cell, she moved her face close to it, almost a hairs bredth away from the point when she'd feel the pain of touching the energy-fused bars. she glowered at the twins from her distance - they came daily to give the prisoners energon, always perky and cheerful - never quite realising that they were practically prisoners also; never having a moment free to just enjoy themselves, what kind of life? she had more than once tried to tempt them to abandon their post, with failing results. with a slight sigh solarscream ran a quick scan of the area once more, as she did frequently - without much change, unfortunatley.
dissatisfied, she moved back, shifting in an aching sort of way. the reason was for stasis cuffs, the moment they had previously been removed, before anyone could act, she'd punched sentinel and tried to dive at the twins, so they'd decided to leave them on after all. she'd paid for that one with the stiffness in her gears, painful even as she fumed and brooded, ever-aware of her surroundings and always trying to block out the company she had.
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Post by nachtsider on Aug 4, 2009 5:26:41 GMT -5
Initially distrustful of the energon, Blitzwing soon realized that the Elite Guard's desire to keep their prisoners in fairly optimal physical condition for interrogation ruled out the possibility that the stuff was maliciously contaminated. Furthermore, he would have to restore his strength if he was to mount an escape, which his fractured mind was already attempting to formulate a plan for. Reluctantly, he reached out and accepted the rations, but did not so without launching a taunt of his own, and therefore retaining some sense of pride.
"Yes - it's about the only way I can be assured of intelligent conversation," Blitzwing smirked mirthlessly in response to Jetfire's question. Or perhaps not, he abruptly thought as he looked over the Autobot's shoulder and caught sight of Solarscream across the hallway. A co-conspirator would permit his strategy a greater degree of success; he would attempt to initiate a clandestine conversation with her as soon as the twins made themselves scarce.
"tHiS sTuFf bEtTeR nOt pAcK tOo mAnY cAlOrIeS," he went on as he tucked into the cube. "dOn'T wAnNa wInD uP tOo fAt tO sQuEeZe tHrOuGh tHoSe bArs!"
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Post by Fallout on Aug 6, 2009 12:15:52 GMT -5
Jetfire narrowed his eyes at the response. Well... maybe he was right. He and Jetstorm would not speak to him. And he didn't know what a calorie was, so he turned to Solarscream and passed her some energon as well.
"What about you Miss Screamer? How are you today?"
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Post by prowl on Aug 6, 2009 12:58:52 GMT -5
solarscream peered through her bars almost suspiciously at the energon, before she replied she scanned the room once again. in a moment, she rose and walked over to the bars, her eyes flitting in a very fembot-like way, she leant close to the bars and seemed to mock-stretch, her eyes wide and imploring. 'oh i would be fine, thank you, young jetstorm - but oh for these stasis cuffs, if you two could just perhaps remove them? it would make it so much easier for me to take in the energon too; it's just a simply request, i'm sure sentinel wouldn't mind...'
she gave them an encouraging smile, inwardly shuddering at her attempt of being pleasant to these worthless autobots - perhaps it might work though, for her servos did ache from the stasis cuffs so.
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Post by Slug on Aug 6, 2009 21:51:49 GMT -5
In the next cell over from Solarscream's, a mech shifted in his shadow patched corner, his green optic glowing brightly in the darkness while his red optic was shut off, dimming itself to a murky black. He was murmuring something to himself, black and white armored body hunched over, as if in pain. Then it unfurled from itself, back sliding against the wall as he fell to his cell's metal slated floor, legs splayed out in front of him.
His murmurings got louder-- louder until his voice bounced off the walls, echoing.
"That's all they really want, is some fun, when the working day is gone, Oh girls, they wanna have fun! Oh girls just wanna have fun~"
His voice started off heavy and gravely, as if growling like a mad drunk and full of emotion then switched to that of an cold, frosty tone, as if annoyed; the voices tossed back and forth before finally deciding on one voice, leaving the other to rest it's vocal cords.
"YEOW, BABY! DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LAY-DAY~!!" Ebon crowed, cackling at the end of his little "joke", then crawling closer to the bars. "Heeey, I want one, too, mommy!" glancing at the energon, then gigglesnorted his way back to his corner, curling up into a little ball.
"You are making us look like fools, Ebon." Ivor whispered softly to himself, the white side of Twoface's face twisting up in disgust. "Oh hey, look at that pretty thang! MERROW. I'D TAP THAT." Ebon cried, then proceeded to tap the wall with his foot, giving rusty chortles of amusement with each little "clang clang" that sounded.
"HEY BABY. YOU AND ME. TONIGHT. BE RED-AY~!" Ebon responded maturely to Ivor, beaming proudly at his response.
A soft mutter of "Idiot." was Ebon's only reply. The black side of Twoface's face crinkled with humor, though it didn't seem to reach Ebon's optic.
"That really wounds me, Ivor. It really does. Now if only I could place a hand on my chest, it would be the perfect scene.".
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Post by Fallout on Aug 7, 2009 12:59:34 GMT -5
Jetfire snorted. "Do not think we are so gullible. Besides, I will not do anything for you until you get my name right." He put the energon on the ground in front of her. "Sorry, but you will have to use imagination."
Jetstorm passed energon through Twoface's cell bars and gave him a funny look. "So why are you and Three-face so crazy?"
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Post by nachtsider on Aug 8, 2009 8:17:27 GMT -5
"Why will the little scraplet not leave?" Blitzwing seethed. He had shuffled back to the bars upon demolishing his rations, only to discover Jetfire still remonstrating with Solarscream.
"SLAG THE TORPEDOES - FULL SPEED AHEAD."
A pause.
"Madness! He is still outside her cell, for spark's sake!"
"bUt i aM iNsAnE!"
"AND BESIDES, WHO DARES, WINS!"
Another pause, and a sigh.
"I suppose so. The longer we dally, the less opportunity we may get to escape."
With that, Blitzwing craned his neck and began blinking his optics at Solarscream, the series of movements actually being a message in the Cybertronian equivalent of Morse: "Escape planned. Say you're in." He hoped to the Well of All Sparks that current standards of training were still as close to the high pre-war levels as possible, and that the young femme would actually pick up on and understand his signals.
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Post by prowl on Aug 8, 2009 8:44:15 GMT -5
solarscream mentally snarled - she didn't care what this scrap of an autobot's name was; they were lucky to even have recognition of their existence! as they seemingly feinted away from her ploy she snapped at them, her face vicious as she then drew back away from the bars and into the shadows once more. she pointedly ignored her energon as the twins moved toward twoface, located in the cell beside her own. as she sat back the craning of blitzwing's neck caught her attention and she looked up, mildly intrigued.
as he began blinking, she recognized the code - it was a memory, like hers, but not; she got this often, flashes of memories that belonged to starscream's life, since his brain tissue had been cloned, she remembered everything of his life as her life, including his training. her quick processor deciphered the morse and already she was sending her own back in a complex rhythmic blink-morse. 'definitely in, i'd love to watch these piles of scrap squirm when they find our empty cells.'
her lightly-lashed red optics flitted in fluent movements, whatever memories she had, apparently starscream had never been a stranger to morse, which somewhat surprised her - her genetic counterpart was lacking in just about everything else useful, so why not this? all the same, her attention was fully focussed on blitzwing, either waiting for a response or for some sign of recognition. she was immediately intrigued though - her plan had been attempted only moments before, when she had attempted to get them to remove her stasis cuffs, so that she might bring her servos to their necks. she relished the violent thought, processor humming pleasantly.
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Post by Landicon on Aug 8, 2009 11:08:39 GMT -5
"So this is how it ends eh?" Freezer Burn sat in corner of his cell next to solarscream's in the stockades looking at the empty sockets where his cryogenic generators once were and felt a empty spot on his back where he once kept his sheath for his sword. 'huh? what in the world are those two doing? hitting on each other?' Freezer was directing the comment at solarscream and blitzwing while they were blinking in what looked like morse code.
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Post by Slug on Aug 8, 2009 11:56:32 GMT -5
"So why are you and Three-face so crazy?"
Ebon scoffed, crossing his ankle with Ivor's. "You call us crazy, yet you have no room to speak yourself!" Ebon started to say something else when Ivor's corner lip curled up. "What he means is that you are calling yourself crazy if you call us crazy. You can surely relate to our... cases... no?" Ivor slipped in smoothly, eyeing Jetstorm with a calculating optic. Ebon began to giggle, shoulder twitching. "Just like us?" He asked Ivor. "No." "But you said--" Ebon started, protesting. Ivor quickly interrupted his other half. "Relate. You utter fool. Relate. Not like us..." Twoface raised his head, tilting it to the side. "But close." Shifting on his aft, Ivor crossed his leg with Ebon's indian style.
"You can... relate to us..." Ivor began lamely, trying to find the right words. "WHEN YOU COMBINE!" Ebon crowed, waving his arm frantically, finally understanding. Twoface gave a stiff nodd, smiling bitterly. "You become one, yet you still have your personalities." Ivor said, tone clipped. "Combiners can relate to split personalities, I suppose. They just..." Twoface uncrossed his legs and slinked over to the energon bars, lifting a hand in a elegantly to grasp one of the bars. Twoface body gave a jerk, but remained still, ignoring the smoke that started to rise from his hand.
"Have more control over their personalities." Ebon finished, giving the bar a last squeeze before releasing it, pulling his hand back like a rewind of a viper striking. "We are two in one. You become two in one. Are you understanding where I am going with this?" Ivor hissed through his clenched teeth, sighing as he felt the pain travel up from his hand to his arm.
Then he leaned forward, glancing down the hall at the other captives: Solarscream, Blitzwing, and Freezer Burn. Smiling, he rocked and his heels, chest brushing against the energon bars, leaving angry, black melted marks on his armor. More pain laced through him, and he twitched a little. Another sigh escaped him and he stopped rocking back and forth, falling backwards with a loud CLANG!, moving his arms up an down against the floor while his legs clicked together with every swipe; Ebon giggled as he made an imaginary angel.
"Therefore You called yourself crazy." Ivor summed it up for Jetstorm. Twoface grinned, sitting up. "One of ussss." Ebon drawled, then laughed, clapping his hands with much vigor, as if he just witnessed the world's greatest show. "But you why are we crazy, you ask? Why?" Ivor cut in, gazing up at Jetstorm. "...You Autobot's aren't as nice as you think." He said mysteriously, slumping, lower lip quivering.
"ANGGGGGGGGGGGGGST." Ebon wailed, clutching his head. "ANGST ANGST ANGST; LIKE, OMG, ANGST!"
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Post by Fallout on Aug 8, 2009 14:36:40 GMT -5
Jetstorm smiled. "No, Twoface, we are one in two. But I suppose this does make us crazy in a very different way. It is like we are opposite of you, yes? My brother and I may be somewhat different, but in the end we are same person. So you are wrong."
Jetfire looked up. "He is not totally wrong, brother. He said Autobots are not nice. We are 'expendable test subjects', remember?"
Jetstorm scowled. "We are. And most Autobots do not like us." Sure, the Autobot scientists that had been charged with taking care of them were nice enough, but that certainly didn't change the fact that they had been used like cyber lab rats. Jetfire didn't care that much, but Jetstorm understood it was wrong, and if karma existed, well, he would-
Jetstorm shook his head and Jetfire gave him a wary look. Do not think such things. He thought.
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Post by Slug on Aug 8, 2009 16:23:24 GMT -5
"We are. And most Autobots do not like us."
Twoface smiled, a plan forming in his mind. Perhaps... no. They are too smart for that. But it wouldn't hurt to try... Ivor thought. Ebon giggled. If you're thinking what I'm thinking, then I like itttt! He told Ivor, fingers twitching eagerly before they clenched into fists. Worming his way back to the energon bars, Twoface said "Jetstorm, Jetfire..." Came the soothing purr. Twoface's voice sounded... wrong. Odd, even. With Ivor and Ebon talking at once, it sounded like they were humming as they spoke, every word laced with a sharp sweetness that they hope would catch the Jet Twins off guard.
"You're expendable, they say." Twoface said sadly, his face a mask of sympathy. "But we don't think so." They added softly, voice full of warmth. "The Autobot's don't like you, but we like you." Which was partially true. Ebon was beginning to become fond of the Jet Twins. Just a little. Even if they were Autobrats. They could change.
Glancing at Sentinel to make sure the elite was not watching, Twoface said "The Decepticons are bad, yes... But we're not bad. We would treat you like the family we never had. We would treat you... like the cybertronians you are." They stated, voice firm and sincere. "The Autobots are not who you think they are, little jets." Twoface gave a whimper, as if remembering something horrible.
"They create things only to destroy them later. They tried to destroy us when we were created. They hurt us... very badly." Twoface made a pained face; he looked ready to cry coolant. "They tried to split us apart. Just because they wanted more experiments to toy with. It was so painfull... the needles, the testing. Everything." Ebon whined softly to Ivor, not liking where the conversation was going. Ivor was saying too much! Ebon didn't want them to know anymore than necessary! Not many knew about their secrets, and Ebon wanted it to stay that way...
"IT'S ALL A LIE." Ebon cried, "ALL OF IT! EVERY--"
Thinking quickly before Ebon said too much, Ivor forcefully pushed back the other personality and said, voice strained "The Autobots, all of it. Are a lie." He managed through clenched teeth, gasping with surprise when he felt Ebon push back at him, trying to speak his piece. With all his might, Ivor slammed Ebon back into an imaginary box, earning a mental screech of alarm. The screech escaped Twoface's lips and fell backwards, spasming.
"--HURTS! Twoface cried out, joints jerking, legs and arms twitching, spark hiccuping violently in it's chamber; pain spread like a wild fire through his body. Then it abruptly stopped as fast as it started, Twoface's body going limp like a ragdoll. Minutes ticked by and Twoface did not utter a word. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Twoface arched a little and screamed "EBON, YOU IDIOT!".
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Post by nachtsider on Aug 9, 2009 0:30:53 GMT -5
She did not only spot his signaling, but was now responding with a message of her own. It was all Blitzwing could do to refrain from expressing his feelings in song.
"There's the spirit. I'm sure that what you want - and so much more - can be arranged," he continued to blink, a conspiratorial smile curling his metallic lips. "All we need do is feign Energon contamination from the rations over a period of several mega-cycles, and KICK THEIR FRAGGING SKIDPLATES the instant they come into our cells to check on us. iT's a pLaN sO cUnNiNg, yOu cOuLd sTicK a tAiL oN iT aNd cAlL iT a tUrBoFoX!"
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