Garand’s eyes flickered as he began cross referencing everything he could about the Antispark from religious and historical texts he had read and had stored in his memory banks.
Zepar nods, “I don’t know about any girl,” he said with a smile at Thrift’s Terran reference, “but that’s the basic idea.”
“Along with stopping the bad guys.” He added.
Brieg decided to offer himself up willingly. He was useless in a fight. Resistance wouldn’t do him any good.
Slowly she regained consciousness. When she opened her optics, they were a relaxed and vibrant green. Far different from the harsh red they were before.
She shifted as she gradually became aware of her surrounding. Her optics snapped open and alert when she realized she was restrained. She started to thrash and struggle, all to little effect.
“What’s going on? Where am I?”
She asked. Sounding very panicked.
The Antispark was described as Unicron’s life-force, like the Allspark was for Primus. As the name implied, it was opposite Primus’s spark in almost every way. The Allspark created life, while the Antispark was more suited to destroy. The Allspark could heal, while the Antispark could only inflict pain. There wasn’t much to be said about the specifics of its properties; the Primes and their legions had never made an effort to study the heart of their enemy in great detail. The Antispark was presumed to be destroyed in the battle between the Thirteen and the Heralds of Unicron, though like Thrift had said, the corrupting properties of Dark Energon implied to some that at least some vestiges of Unicron’s essence remained, somewhere…
“At which, I am an expert,” Thrift brags, “as I am with so many things.”
The guards escort Brieg to the detention ward closest to Engineering, removing the cuffs as they deposit him in a cube-shaped cell. The two leave, as the cell’s energy shield deploys over the opening, keeping Breig inside.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Facelift calls to her. “Calm down; you’re just… strapped to an operating table… with the Butcher of Tetrahex looming over you like some vast predatory-”
“You are not helping!” the prison medic scolds him. Facelift sighs and looks down at the floor.
“This is absurd. I better not be here for long. I have work that needs to be done!”
He loudly complained. [quote=“Chromeharpoon, post:8694, topic:49995”]
“You are not helping!” the prison medic scolds him. Facelift sighs and looks down at the floor.
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“Oh for Primus sake. Not you again!”
She scolded. Struggling harder agaisnt her restraints.
“Would you get me out of this!”
“Perhaps that’s what the Knights on that derelict were trying to figure out: How Dark Energon still has its corruptive and necromantic properties.” Garand said, “The Thirteen didn’t study the Antispark.”
A few of the other prisoners roll their eyes. They were mostly New Decepticon soldiers who had been captured in the many battles between our heroes and Bludgeon.
“In due time,” the prison medic says. “Now stop thrashing, you’ll just hurt yourself. And I just fixed the hole in your leg.”
“They didn’t?” Thrift wonders. “Weird. What about ‘know your enemy’ and slag like that?”
“How could this happen. I’m a scientist. A genius! Now here I am locked a cell and surrounded by the most vile of criminals! Where did it all go so wrong?”
He lamented.
“What hole in my leg? What happened?”
She shouted. Her eyes flashed red and she screamed in pain, before quickly switching back to green.
Thrust frowned.
“We better get that chip working.”
“Yeah, that happened,” Facelift says, pointing to Starchaser’s noggin. “Some yahoo stuck a behavior module in your head, drove you a little loopy.”
The doctor circles a finger around the side of his head.
She shook her head. Clearly the poor bot was having trouble keeping her head clear.
“Yeah. Brieg. I remember now.”
She said angrily.
“I swear when I get my hands on that striped spawn of a glitch I’ll rip him apart!”
Her eyes quickly flared red as she growled the last part of that. Her struggling becoming more aggressive.
“Heyheyheyhey!” Facelift exclaims, taking a step forward. “Simmer down there.”
“Let me out of these bindings! I’ll rip your slagging arm off!”
She growled. The added stress of her restrained awakening seemed to be agitating the installed module.
“Which one?” Facelift asks. “The left one’s insured, so…”
“Alright, I’m putting you back in stasis,” the prison medic tells Starchaser as she walks over to a console. “We’re gonna get that module out you.”
She presses a button, and the hospital bed begins to lull Starchaser into stasis, producing a calming effect.
Starchaer continued to thrash and struggle. Snarling and growling, snapping her jaws wildly. Gradually slowing down as the effects took hold. Her head hitting the table as she grew too weak to hold it up.
SideStep commed Motherboard. “Hey, Motherboard. The spy’s got a list of the crewmembers, mind analyzing it to see if there’s a pattern?”
Thrust looked towards Facelift.
“What are we waiting for? I doubt she’s going to stay calm or in stasis for too long. We should get the chip working.”
“You ever done something like this before?” the prison medic asks Facelift. “Wait, don’t answer that. I’m sure I don’t want to know.”
“No you do not,” Facelift agrees.
“We need to get it out is what,” Facelift says to Thrust. “Don’t know what that zebra was thinking. Even I wouldn’t do that.”
“Affirmative, crewman SideStep,” Motherboard complies.
The list was long, and contained links to embedded files on each of the crewmembers it mentioned:
-Pixel
-Spectrum
-Blight
-Caedia
-Thrust (combiner; forms Split)
-Fuse (combiner; forms Split)
-Lightshift (combiner; forms Split)
-SideStep
-Starchaser
-Treadquake
-Zepar
-Epsilon-5
-Gatecrasher
-Crossbike (alias “Laslow”)- deceased
-Fortress (alias “Beta”)
-Darkside
-Shockwave
“Analysis complete,” Motherboard says after a pause. “The crewmembers on this list have all played significant roles in our battles with the New Decepticon Order, and our quest to retrieve the Omega Lock at large.”
Broadwing knocked on the door to the medical office.
“I heard shouting… Is everything… Okay?”
He asked.
“As okay as it can be,” the prison medic snorts. Realizing that this might not be so reassuring, she adds:
“Yeah, this’ll go quick. Facelift and I are gonna take that chip out of her head and fix whatever else might be wrong with her. Piece of cake; right, Facelift?”
“Oh yeah, totally,” Facelift agrees, waving his hand.
“…What’s a cake?”
“Are you sure… I can’t come in?.. Just to be… Safe?”
He asked. Sounding quite concerned.
“Is out going to be any better?”[quote=“Chromeharpoon, post:8707, topic:49995”]
“Affirmative, crewman SideStep,” Motherboard complies.
The list was long, and contained links to embedded files on each of the crewmembers it mentioned:
-Pixel
-Spectrum
-Blight
-Caedia
-Thrust (combiner; forms Split)
-Fuse (combiner; forms Split)
-Lightshift (combiner; forms Split)
-SideStep
-Starchaser
-Treadquake
-Zepar
-Epsilon-5
-Gatecrasher
-Crossbike (alias “Laslow”)- deceased
-Fortress (alias “Beta”)
-Darkside
-Shockwave
“Analysis complete,” Motherboard says after a pause. “The crewmembers on this list have all played significant roles in our battles with the New Decepticon Order, and our quest to retrieve the Omega Lock at large.”
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“Great, thanks.” SideStep said. “Can you run another search for ruby red eyes and those who weren’t present at any of the battles?”