Operation: Blunt Instrument

[beastbot]

Megatron paced back and forth in his cell impatiently.

He should have been here by now... slaggit, if our timing is off by even a solar cycle, all this planning will have been for naught. Perhaps I shouldn't have put so much trust in O-

Megatron's thoughts were interrupted as a large, bulky, blue Autobot sidled up to his cage surprisingly silently.

"Your daily ration of Energon's here," the guard said.

Normally for prisoners this would be the part where the guard would deactivate the electrical cell field momentarily and give the prisoner his Energon, but the Autobot Elite Guard was taking no chances with Megatron. He was in a max-security cell-- as such, the guard merely pressed a button on the outside and a very small slot opened up on the cell's ceiling, a couple of small cubes of the pink energy source plinking down out of it and onto the cell floor before the slot closed again.

Perhaps this is the one, Megatron mused. It had better be.

Megatron flashed his optics twice in a row. A signal, but not enough to really be any sort of Cybertronian optical code-- anyone watching through the security cameras would notice that far too easily.

The guard blinked three times back.

Yes! Megatron thought, At long last!

He had to surpress the urge to smirk as he started up "small talk" with the guard.

"I see you still don't trust me enough to even let the bars down." Is everything in readiness?

"Yes," the guard replied emotionlessly.

"Oh please. I think I at least deserve some company after all this time." Inform Bludgeon, then. It's time to start the operation.

"The only company you'll ever have are your cell mates Starscream and Shockwave. And they can't even hear you from here." Do you still want us to spring Starscream and Shockwave? You were unsure of that the last time we spoke.

"Bah. I suppose that will have to do, then." Yes.

"Alright, enough with the yapping," the guard said. I must hurry if I'm to get things ready. "Have fun." You'll get to have lots of fun soon enough.

Megatron watched the big guard turn away and start his way down the hall, the guard's pace just a bit more hurried than usual. Magnifying his optical scanners a bit, Megatron could just make out the tiny silver metal bit in the back of the guard's head, where it met his neck.

Megatron smirked as he turned towards the nearly-completed Decepticon symbol made out of notches etched into his cell wall.

Just one more notch to go...

[nachtsider]

Rare were the occasions on which surprise took him. Tonight, and the sudden ringing of the radio telephone that came with it, happened to be one of them.

The telephone clanging, keening, dust flying off it, he had to momentarily stop and think about what it was. He had not heard its cry in ages; more pressing matters had, in fact, left him not even remembering whether it even worked anymore.

Clawed feet pacing over to the cacophonous appliance now. His mail-plated fist punched in the key combination that would stop the racket and patch the call through, vocal processor grating immediately afterward in the subdued metallic twang that had been the enlightenment of many a Decepticon neophyte and the death-knell of many an Autobot adversary.

"Bludgeon here."

[beastbot]

"Operation Blunt Instrument is a go," the jail guard replied.

He was hours' travel from Megatron's maximum security prison, and in a room deep within Cybertron's catacombs. The trashed room was smack dab in the middle of an unpatrolled sector of the planet, all but abandoned millennia ago. As such, he knew that the area was secure enough to talk without having to speak in code.

"Megatron's ordered it, and now it's time to carry it out," the guard said, laying the phone gently on the counter it rested on while still being sure to talk into it. "It's time to leave the old order behind..."

At this, the guard abruptly stood up and took out his Elite Guard-issued mega blaster. Only the most trusted and strongest Autobots could be issued such a weapon-- it was strong enough to take down most Transformers in a single blast.
Emotionlessly, the guard pressed the barrel of the gun against the middle of his chest and pulled the trigger.
His back erupted outward, a large hole now blown out of his midsection, his spark extinguished in nanosecond.

As the guard fell the floor, his optics dimming, a small gray drill at the base of his neck rapidly unscrewed itself and shot out, transforming into a tiny insect-like Transformer in mid-air that landed in front of the phone, which was actually slightly bigger than the entire Transformer itself. It had six insectoid legs, a body that was longer than it was tall, two wiry claws, and a large head with several sets of flip-down magnifiers.

"...and let ze new order commence!" Scalpel said deviously in a very high-pitched voice.