Wildsong tries to run away, in the same time looking for the status of the attacks on Sinnertwin.
Wildsong would be unsuccessful; Windrazor seizes her by the shoulders, clamping his claws down tight as he lifts her off the ground. The predacon opens his jaws and lunges to bite down on Songâs shoulder.
Twinstrike puts up a valiant fight against his foes, but in his weakened state resulting from his surgeries, he is eventually overcome, crumpling to the ground as he falls into stasis lock.
âHelp! Shoot him down!â Song yells, unable to defend of the Predaconâs attacks.
Windrazor tears into Wildsong, ripping off many of the plates that Brainpan had installed to hide her organic components. Her life seemed to be in jeopardy, but Brainpan comes to the rescue with a bolt of lightning from her Techvolt Emitter that shocks Windrazor (and unfortunately Wildsong, as well), forcing the predacon to release Song and revert to robot mode. Several scientists take the opportunity to helped the stunned Windrazor along into unconsciousness by pelting him with stasis rounds.
Due to the heavy, unbearable damage, Wildsong is thrown into stasis lock, being unable to see the outcome of the attacks.
Ironically, it was at this point that a force of mercenaries storms into the lab to subdue the predacons, only to realize that they had come too late: the laboratory was in shambles, many scientists had suffered gruesome deaths, and the three predacons had been felled, laying on the ground in stasis lock.
The leader of the mercenaries lowers his weapon and mutters an obscene curse. His superiors would have his head for this, and send the rest to the medics to salvage for spare parts, he was sure.
It was then that the mercs notice Wildsong laying on the ground beside Windrazor- and the bits of flesh visible through her torn armor. Given the Decepticonâs general hatred toward techno-organics, it was easy for the bots to come to the conclusion that this bot did not belong here.
Smiling, the mercenary orders that the unconscious bot be taken to the brig. Maybe if he captured a spy working for the enemies of the New Decepticon Order, his employers would show him some mercyâŚ
âŚSome hours later, Wildsong would wake up in a small, square cell lit by a single red light in the ceiling.
Confused, Song stand up.
âHello?â she asks, hoping for a response.
Through a window of tiny bars in one of the walls, Brainpanâs energon-spattered face suddenly pops into view from the cells beside Wildsongâs.
âHi!â she shouts.
âWhat⌠What happened?â Wildsong asked, her voice thinned by the damage she suffered.
Brainpan begins to summarize the events which had taken place during Wildsongâs unconsciousness.
âWell, after we took down the predacons- which was really awesome, by the way; I havenât been in a battle like that in decades so it was a nice change of pace from being in a lab committing crimes against Primus and nature- some bounty hunters showed up and their leader said âoh slag, the boss is gonna rip our faces offâ or something- I wasnât really paying attention. But then they noticed you had fleshy bits and they were all âshe must be a spy, take her to the brig!â. So I tried to explain your whole situation to them, but the werenât listening and mighta pulled out one guyâs sparkchamber through his throat in the process- things got a little violent, you seeâŚâ
âOK, stop.â Song said, trying to talk on a normal tone, although her wounds were still producing unimaginable pain. âI⌠I must call Thunderblast. She will talk things out. She has toâŚâ
âThatâs what I tried to tell the bounty hunters!â Brainpan exclaims. âBut they werenât having it and they were all âyou must be a traitor, come with us you spawn of a glitchâ so of course I had to defend myself though maybe I took it a little far with the sparkchamber thing⌠sssooooo anywho now weâre here.â
ââŚI fixed that nasty bite in your shoulder though,â she says after a pause, as if that was any consolation.
Song looked at the fixed wound, before turning back to Brainpan.
âThanksâŚâ
âNo problem,â Brainpan says. âThey took our weapons, though.â
It was only then when Song realised that her weapons were missing. She sighed tiredly, before opening her comms and trying to call Thunderblast.
The commlink emits only a harsh burst of static.
âOnly the guardsâ communicators work down here,â Brainpan informs her. âKeeps the prisoners from calling for help.â
Song sighed once again.
âAnd where are they? Donât we have any guardian or something?â
Brainpan shrugs. âTheyâre around.â
A look down the hallway would reveal that Wildsong and Brainpan were the sole occupants of the corridor. All the other cells were empty, and the guards were currently absent.
âI canât see anyâŚâ she said, looking through the hallway.
âThey left just before you woke up,â Brainpan informs her. âProbably changing shifts, so a new one will be here soon.â