“Gah! Can’t you identify her by her badge? Her Autobot badge? Come on! This is how we identify a lost member!”
Redstocker started looking for a way out of the whole.
While Obsidian was busy giving his speech, Wildsong quickly made a few steps backwards, hitting one guardian next to her with one of her free hands în his guts, going for a back kick in his crouch, and then trying to disarm him with her still two free arms.
“Checking… negative. Crewwoman Wildsong’s badge number has not been reported as being found on the deceased interred in the morgues, or on any patients in the medical wings.”
Redstocker could easily just climb out; the ravine wasn’t that deep for a bot of his size.
This would be impossible for Wildsong to manage, restrained as she was within the pillory. However, two of her arms were still free.
Obsidian grins evily as he hovers above Wildsong, almost tempted to let the executioners behead her now. But, Decepticon code permitted the doomed sparks one final chance at mustering some last words. Megatron must have been in a rare good mood when he had penned them.
Brainpan looks away from Wildsong, silently shaking her head; she had nothing to say.
“Hmph,” remarks Obsidian, directing his full attention to Wildsong.
He once again groaned.
“But can you see where the Adjustant is?”
He did so.
“Yeah, I have some last words.” she said, turning to Brainpan. “So, girl: what do you think about this whole situation?” she asked as she started working her free hands to break the cups open from behind her back, in the same time hoping that the extreme emotions would make Brainpan’s head blow sparks again.
“…The Decepticon supply ship Adjutant is outside of the range of the CFC Salvation’s scanners,” Motherboard says with notable hesitation in her voice, as if she was confused.
“The Twenty-sixth Decepticon Fleet is not presently within this star system.”
Redstocker was in the same grassy stretch of land as Alterion. The two weren’t even that far away from each other; Redstocker would be able to glimpse the wreck of the Knight ship beneath one of the rock spurs.
Brainpan looks back at Wildsong.
“I-…” she croaks. “I-…”
The coils on her head start to spark again.
Obsidian groans, rolling his eyes.
“Oh, please…” he spits.
Try as she might, Wildsong would be unable to undo the pillory’s restraints. Her executioner stands beside her, ready to end her life at Obsidian’s command.
“Slag!” he swore, as he closed the channel and turned to Zepar.
“Listen: do you think you can teleport here, next to the Salvation, the whole of the Adjustant? Like, the whole ship? Do you think it is a ‘concentrate hard and you will do it’ thing?”
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He again turned to his robot mode and drove away.
“What do you think about the fact that you are going to die without ever having a true friend, without anybody ever respecting your merits?”
Instead, she prepares to turn her hands into two blasters and shoot at the right moment.
A few tiny quadrupeds scurry out of Redstocker’s path, squealing in fear.
Obsidian frowns. This was far from the usual sap he expected from Autobots, who in his experience, typically tried to console their fellow prisoners in this kind of situation.
“I-…” Brainpan sputters. “But I thought you were-…”
The coils on her head crackle as their output of sparks begins to slowly increase.
Wildsong’s weapons had been taken from her before her imprisonment.
Redstocker mostly ignores them as he hurries to the ship.
“No, Brainpan. I am not your friend.” she said, desperately catching any leash. “I am an Autobot, have you forgot? I don’t care about you! I don’t care about anybody on this ship! Heck, I don’t even care about your pet! I would love to see him impaled in fact!”
…then she just prepared to use her arms at the right moment for… something.
Redstocker would reach the wreck soon enough.
Brainpan’s sparks fizzle out, despair overtaking her once more. This was it, then. She was going to die. Alone. Used by everyone around her and then thrown away once she no longer served a purpose. She had honestly begun to think of Wildsong as a real friend- one of the few she’d ever had, in fact. But hearing her tear those misconceptions apart so brutally in their last moments only added to the weight of her anguish. Truly, then, nobody had ever cared for her; Wildsong was just another one of her puppeteers.
Brainpan turns her head away, looking down at the floor to stare ahead with a blank expression, her will to live now thoroughly crushed.
The spectators boo louder. Things were taking to long; they wanted the traitors’ energon spilt. They wanted death.
“Are… are you done?” Obsidian asks, perturbed by Wildsong’s words, though quickly regaining his composure.
“What do you think about dying like this? Like a nobody? Like a worm? Knowing that nobody would ever call your name again? That you will never be credited for your discoveries? What do you think about your pal dying alone, just like you? What do you think about Thunderblast, who is the soul one responsible for the fact that you are here in the first place, instead of your lab, working and going on with your life?”
OOC: come on, man. Make some sparks happen. You make me sorry for her
“I don’t have remote access to the Ground Bridge and the Adjutant’s coordinates are unknown not to mention a Ground Bridge doesn’t have that sort of range.” He said.
Then he got an idea, “But maybe we can lure them here.”
“How?” he said, willing to catch any chance to save his sister.
“Prisoner transfer.” Zepar said, “Our spy for the return of their’s”
“You do realise that the captains will never accept that. Unless… We do that without their knowledge…”
"Well, we need to…I GOT IT!!!" he suddenly cries in Ancient.
“If we can track where their spy’s transmission is received, we can reach Wildsong and extract her by creating a private line of communication that is secure and hidden enough to keep her hidden until she is in range of the Ground Bridge.” He said.
“That’s genius!” Gronius said, taking him by his shoulders. “But how do we contact the heretics?”
“It’s time we used their spy’s tools against them.” He said as he tried to go back through the ground bridge.
“Wait, where are you going?” he said, following him.
Brainpan simply stares into the floor, unresponsive. What was Wildsong even going for here, she wonders, tearing her down like this. Was she just trying to make her as miserable as possible before she died?
Wait… what…?
Brainpan’s head shoots up as her coils crackle to life, spitting out a storm of sparks. It was bad enough that Wildsong had toyed with her, but feeding her such an obvious lie? And expecting her to believe it? That was too much. Before she died, she decided to let let this spawn of a glitch have it.
“IT’S YOUR FAULT!” she shrieks, glaring with an intense, animal fury at Wildsong. A bolt of lightning shoots from the back of her head and running over her pillory.
“YOU USED ME! YOU LIED TO ME! YOU’RE STILL LYING TO ME! I’M GOING TO DIE BECAUSE OF YOU!”
Brainpan struggles against her restrains as her coils buzz and whine. All at once, they erupt, a veritable storm of lightning bursting from them and striking and electrocuting herself, Wildsong, the pillories, and the executioners. Obsidian flies away just in time to avoid being shocked, as well. The crowd cries out in surprise, recoiling as one from the storm.
The portal was still open.
The bolt sends Song flying off the piedestal.
“Ouch…” she sais, as she stands up.
The lightning had shorted out the pillories, freeing both Wildsong and Brainpan, though not without doing a number on both of them. The executioners had both been knocked to the ground, stunned.
“Kill them!” Obsidian barks to the New Decepticon spectators, deploying one of his gattling guns. A storm of clicks and whines could be heard as the throng of soldiers bring their weapons to bear.
A shrill battle cry pierces the ozone-scented air from behind Wildsong. Brainpan, her armor smoking, had grabbed one of the executioners’ axes and now leaps down at her, intent on doing the job in their stead.
