Sol grinned, this concoction wasn’t for injection
Firestorm, desperate to gain some advantage, tries to grab at what exactly he was planning to do with a fifth Herald.
When Nemesis tried to access their memories, Dark stopped it and sent all forms of pain to Nemesis. To be specific, trying to force him to relive all the pain when he was defeated by Optimus.
The two attacked almost simultaneously and suddenly.
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Firestorm would see a silhouette of a warrior bearing more than a passing resemblance to Nemesis himself, bearing a massive, crude sword which glowed crimson.
Nemesis was caught off guard and staggers.
“Well, that was embarrassing,” he admits.
They went as deep as they could. Dark wanted Nemesis to suffer and Firestorm wanted to know everything he could about this plan.
Nemesis reels from the pain, however Firestorm would be unable to see any more of the fifth herald.
“Go away and never show your or the other Heralds’ ugly faces here again!” Dark roared as he tries to make every iota of pain as strong as possible for Nemesis.
“I’ll be happy to,” grimaces the false Prime as he rises, leaning on his sword for support. “But not before I leave you with a parting gift.”
Nemesis begins to attack, wildly and seemingly without aim, when in reality he was attempting to cause as much damage as he could to Firestorm’s mind before he took his leave.
He was hindered greatly by the pain he was feeling at the moment.
Firestorm and Dark cried out in pain, setting off a feedback loop on Nemesis as it combined with the pain Dark tried to inflict.
When Nemesis left Dark saw the storm was growing more and more severe and he groaned, having to break their agreement, then slammed his fist into the ‘ground’ and causing a wave that froze the storm as if time had stopped.
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Nemesis Prime awakens in the sparkchamber with a jolt as a deep gash opens in his abdomen.
“Well, drat,” Ramjet swears quietly.
Seraphicon walks past Rai’kaiser’s lab.
“How the hell does the most advanced ship in the Commonwealth not have a Cortical Psychic Patch in its’ sickbay?” Bootleg grumbles.
Sol tries to convert his new bioweapon into a gas
Sol was unfortunately unsuccessful.
“hm…” He muttered
Seraphicon makes his way to the bridge.
Daybreak was looking out the viewport.
Seraphicon was going to say something about staging an intervention on Rai’kaiser and anyone he’s injected the Dark Energon mix into but scrapped that thought, feeling that he had bungled that up enough already.
“Yes?” says Daybreak, turning to face Seraphicon.
“I want Rai’kaiser and anyone with Dark Energon in them to be placed under supervision and be purged of it.” He said, “He deserves another chance at life and not at the mercy of pride and poison.”
“You realize he’ll probably react violently to this, right?” asks Daybreak.