Transformers survival of the lost

“Yep,” Lock and the patron affirm. “A little green-and-yellow tank, if I remember right.”

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“Poor sap,” She chuckled.

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Lock shrugs. “All the best names are taken, I guess.”

“None.” Alpha said, “It would be a waste of Energon to use your plan as the killer could very well lie, even at gun point, to save their skin; you’d be just as effective by giving the guy a pardon.” He told her, his tone was patient and even. “If we let interrogations happen, there is no panic for the killer to hide in, no easy way out for them and they will be increasingly more and more likely to slip up due to people becoming more alert and on guard; maybe even escorted by folks for safety which means witnesses and a blown cover.” He explained.

“What they want is a panic because panicked targets are usually the ones that get picked off.” He summarized.

Lock is silent, agreeing with Alpha but not wanting to further contribute to the debate.

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“Maybe, but how many more bots are going to die before the killer slips up?”

Meanwhile someone spaces the insecticon hive

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The Insecticon Load was carrying screams as it feels the rest of it’s brethren succumb to the void.

“You know just as well as I that nobody can answer that for certain.” Alpha said, his tone unchanged.

@Ace Haliaetus could likely hear the centipede’s shrieks, as he and Load were right outside his door.

Haliaetus walked down from the hall, “load, please shut that thing up.”

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The Insecticon went limp, shaking it’s head and quietly mumbling incoherent giberish.

“This is the one, sir,” Load says. “He’s the one who can back up my alibi. At least, he can once he’s settled.”

“insecticon, is his alibi correct?”

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“Gone…” the Insecticon whimpers, “…all gone…”

“…”

“Y-yes… it’s c-correct… but…”

He turned around and left.

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The Insecticon wriggled out of Load’s grip and slithered into the repair shafts.

OOC: that was morbid.
IC: returning to the bridge haliaetus continued to coordinate the effort to locate themselves

OOC: too much?

IC: Load, a tad disturbed, goes to join his twin.