Miraculously, Sklog had managed to shift his way out from dust and debris, all the while staying out of Nightscream's and Blackarachnia's conflict. But the Dinobot didn't appear to be doing so hot as he slugged towards Prism and Turbulence, his large mechanical legs slowing and locking up on key movements. Turbulence was becoming sure Blackarachnia's venomous retaliation was taking its course on Sklog, causing his basic servo functions to seize up; whatever the effect was, it sure wasn't good for big Decepticon.

Prism had then leaped in to action, rushing over to Sklog's side and helped him over to the elevator shaft. Sklog's pace had picked up but there was no telling if the ever present battle raging, which had now gone strangely quiet - minus Nightscream's antagonizing lullaby, would war in their direction. For the moment at least, Blackarachnia was no where to be found, whether that was a good or a bad thing was something Turbulence would rather not learn.

With Prism calling out to him about escaping, the Autobot hurried to the shaft and look up, trying to see how far the cabin and risen. While the elevator had not gone far, it was practically wedged-in a few floors above and completely inoperable from this end. Suffice to say, it was clear their only means of escape was to descend further into the complex. Wonderful.

"Yeah I do; you may not like so much though." Turbulence replied, "At least we'll get off of this floor."

Turning back to the two, Turbulence jumped toward them and converted himself into his gunship mode. While Nightscream had advised him to take it easy with his vehicle mode's repaired motor and Turbulence was one to, on most occasions, follow the advice of medics, the situation demanded him to take to the air now. Through his transformation process, his rotor blades immediately deployed and tore into the air, picking up his withdrawn aerial body.

"All aboard!" said Turbulence, releasing a set of magnetizing handle grips at the tips of his small wings for Prism and Sklog and hold on to. His only hope of course was the two's combined weight was not way over he earlier estimates. As they got situated, Tubulence took note of his vehicle mode's method of propulsion scattering the dust behind them, revealing the once concealed portions of the floor. Whether this would have helped or hindered either of the combatants, Turbulence deployed his arsenal in anticipation to an attack against the three.

For a war-bot, Prism was surprisingly long winded in a fight and gifted in stating the obvious as Nightscream observed. She supposed though that on the holy trinity of armor-firepower-intelligence, it made sense to prioritize the other two. Wordlessly the seeker approached the twitching form of Blackarachnia, keeping track of her mouth not to fall to the poison like Sklog did. "What am I going to do with you?" the engineer asked herself, humming in thought.

The arachnobot was mad, of that she had no doubt. She didn't know whether she caused or if it was the side effect of whatever happened to her in space, and if she was the cause if it was the fault of the sampling she did on her new tissues or the effect of a stasis on the non-standard chassis. Whatever. She could wonder about it later. Right now she needed her neutralized. Both of her null rays were still minutes from recharging, and even the organic would recover in that time.

"I could lobotomize you." she tilted her head to the side, "There would be noone home, just silence." But you would have to feed her and ugh... too much bother. In the end, Nightscream chose to immobilize her until she can weld up some detention room for her. Her blades deploying, she made a quick stab at Blackarachnia's limbs, holding each in place to stop the twitching. With surgical precision she turned the she-spider into a harmless thing - she knew her pet would heal over time, she already healed form much worse.

Grabbing the limp body by the back so it wouldn't spit in her face, she started dragging them to the elevator which she called back down. Taking a look at Sklog, she frowned. "I analyzed the poison before. Her self-healing nanites were changed by it to attack others. It's up to his build - if his defense and repair protocols are sturdy, he should start recovering within minutes." she frowned. What if he didn't? Well, there was always the prototype. She doubted it could hurt the Dinobot too much, assuming she got the spark extractor working. "If everyone is done searching for nightmare fuel?"

Sklog hadn't dealt with a whole lot of purposefully harmful toxins in his life time but he had dealt with a lot of processor affecting agents that were used to turn him into a lean mean killing machine. "Sklog no... good at fighting... insides! Sklog's insides weak." he said in a panicked tone as he barely walked along with the help of the other two bots. It was a good thing that Prism and Turbulence were there to help Sklog along because without them he would defiantly be falling over by this point. As they got closer to the elevator shaft Turbulence turned into his flying alt-mode to which Sklog eagerly clung to in the hopes of at least having his hand servos lock into place once he grabbed on so he wouldn't fall off. The Dinobot managed to turn his head to see the sad form of Blackarachina, Sklog became saddened as well in thinking about his failure. He was literally made for war but he was barely able to keep Blackarachnia, one of the bots that his brethren were based off of, off of Prism and some deception scientist managed to take her out. Sklog felt useless but he also felt anger due to this, he wanted to be the strongest and best there was on this barren planet.

Sklog needed to be better.

Prism let out a panicked grunt, worried for the life of the dinobot over her shoulders. Sklog wasn't putting her mind at ease, and neither was Nightscream with her explanation of how the poison worked through his body. If nightscream's entrance into the sublevel was of any indication, the shaft was probable inoperable at the moment.

"Hold him up, I want to check something." Prism told Turbulence, snaking out from underneath Sklog to inspect the elevator shaft. It was just as she thought. With a dark chuckle, she looked to the three other bots as she pulled something out of a hidden compartment in her back. "So. Back down to the operating room? Or is there something in one of the higher sub-levels that can fix this?"

"Either way... I always wanted to blow up a decepticon base..."

"TOUCH MY STUFF AND DIE!" Nightscream exclaimed, the exasperation obvious in her tone but then again, the limp and leaking form of Blackarachnia she dragged by the collar behind her and the facelessness of her snapped visor were an image that spelled that she could most likely deliver on the threat if she wanted to.

Having a look at the smoked elevator shaft, she growled. More repairs to be done. Momentarily she just wanted to toss Blackarachnia down the shaft and listen to her bouncing off of the walls and then crunch once she hit the bottom, but alas that would undermine the effort she put into her. "Turbulence, no." she said firmly when she saw the autobot in his alt mode. Pulling up the appropriate files, she displayed a way to the evacuation stairwell.

"Grab sklog and get him down. Least I can do is stick him on life support, that should give him a boost. There's not much else that can be done, not in time. Then we're going to weld some bars over one of the rooms and deposit this thing inside, and then I am locking all levels you don't need to be at because you children jsut don'T know when to stop poking your servos into things that are better left sealed. Do I need to remind you that there was a war on and that Megatron wasn't particularly keen on his weapons bringing swift and merciful death? If you get yourself infected with some plague you'll find Primus knows where, you're on your own." the seeker said simply before turning on her heel and heading for the stairs.

Once she was down, she dragged the crippled spiderbot to an unused room and went to prepare the lab to admit the dinobot. She shut down her comm suite, not in any mood to answer questions that were bound to be on the autobots' mind. There would be time for those when they found some spare fuel and in general weren't in the danger of dying within days.

Nearly read to take off with Sklog in tow, Nightscream had reappeared from the dust cloud, dragging Blackarachnia's limb chassis along with her. It appeared the Decepticon medic had won her bout easily and appeared less unhappy than Turbulence had been anticipating, especially when this mess was caused by Prism's and Sklog's curiosity and defiance. In fact, Nightscream was more focused on the Dinobot's condition, explaining Blackarachnia's venom was laced with nanites that were altered to be more aggressive than their original intention. Turbulence half understood most of what came out of Nightscream's mouth but acknowledged it wasn't good as it already sounded.

As Sklog clutched on to Turbulence's air frame, Prism investigated the inoperable elevator shaft before withdrawing something that appeared to be a bomb of some sorts, soon complimenting Prism's desire to demolish a segment of the facility. The blatant counter threat by Nightscream was a clear protest, arming the medic with the need to take over the situation herself. Turbulence grumbled when Nightscream declined the Autobot's original method of ferrying the ground restricted Cybertronians, prompting him to revert back to his true form helping Sklog up from under the Dinobot's armored shoulder once it was made known that a stairwell beside the shaft's construction.

It wasn't long until Nightscream began her well-anticipated rant about closing off sections they didn't need to access. Turbulence gave an unamusing stare toward Prism in response, narrowing his optic ports behind the visor covering his face as a silent reminder of why they were in this situation in the first place. Just as he turned to see Nightscream dragging the limb Blackarachnia down the steps, his gaze returned to Prism once more.

"Mind giving me a hand so the big doesn't have to move as much?"

Sklog was in a lot of pain at the moment but he was also completely numb in other places but he tried not to show it. At the mention of the stairwell and having Turbulence transform back into his normal mode Sklog began to become very impatient with everyone; deep down he knew they wanted to help but he was too caught up in the moment to care "LEAVE NOW." Sklog exclaimed as he began putting all of his remaining strength towards trudging towards the stairwell that Nightscream had entered. He was done with sub-level twenty and he was going to get out of there with or without the autobot's help.

Sklog ran into his first problem which was the help from Turbulance which he felt was slowing him down even though he could probably get to the stairs faster with the boy's help. With one swift movement he shook his arm free from the bot and collapsed to the floor only to get up again and continue walking towards the door. Eventually he got to the stairwell and began tumbling and fumbling down the stairs to get to Nightscream's lab. "SKLOG!" was all the Dinobot could muster into words as he got down to the lab level finally and proceeding to black out once gain at the bottom of the stairs.

Had she not been surprised by Nightscreams outburst, Prism would have dropped onto the floor laughing about her protest to the blowing up of the underground facility. She seemed not to be in a good mood, and everything everyone was doing only seemed to make it worse. She used the intelligence that came with being a war-bot to discover the hidden meaning to Nightscream's behavior.

Don't touch my shit.

"Roger." Prism looked to Nightscream and nodded before turning to Turbulence and helping him out once again with Sklog. With help, they were able to move Sklog down to where they needed him to be, even faster than she had ever anticipated with Sklog choosing the moment they reached the well to fall down all the way to sub level fifty.

"Sklog!" She shouted, leaping down the well and using the sides to keep her speed steady so she would not collide with the ground at terminal velocity. In time, she descended down the thirty flights of stairs to pick Sklog back up, conscious or not, and did her best to drag the poor guy into the lab and onto the operating table. "Okay." She muttered to herself. "Next time. Actually listen when someone tells me that there's unspeakable horror in a specific area."

With Prism's assistance, carrying Sklog became a much easier task as they made their way down to Nightscream's lab. Personally, Turbulence believed his Alt mode would have far more efficient in this endeavor but he could only guess that the Decepticon medic had just about enough trouble as is, especially now that the elevator was wrecked. For the time being, they would have to get used to walking up and down the levels in order to reach their intended destinations.

All of a sudden, the hulking Sklog grunted and easily broke free of the Autobot's hold, "H-hey!" Turbulence exclaimed.

Sklog never vocally address what had gotten into him but seemed as if he did not want any help; an odd way of thinking considering his condition. The Decepticon warrior made his way through a portion of the downward stairway before Sklog had lost his balance and began tumbling down the stairs, creating quite a bit ruckus through the process. Turbulence groaned as he and Prism went after him.

Conveniently enough, Sklog had finally landed at their intended floor but soon cried out his name before collapsing again. It appeared that the big the Decepticon had blacked out yet again. Both Autobots had the right idea and once more picked Sklog up to ferry him to the laboratory, but now that Sklog was unconscious and no longer moving on his own, his metallic feet dragged across the hard floor as Turbulence and Prism did their best to orient him up while towing him along.

Hearing the rhythmic clanging of a body falling down a stairwell, Nightscream let a hiss of resignation out of her vents. Soon enough they managed to drag the dinobot in front of her lab. "Autobots. Can't even trust them with simple tasks like 'Carry that over there', am I right?" she smiled at the dinobot, giving him dinobot both helping arms and dragging him to the berth that was stills set up from Turbulence's tweaks and shut the door on the two 'Bots. As she said before, first thing she put the dinobot on life support.

Then, she thought to run a more detailed scan - it wasn't like the other decepticon was going anywhere. "What to do, what to do." she asked rhetorically, displaying the parameters of Blackarachnia's poison she gathered back when she was working 'with' the spiderbot. Unfortunately Megatron was only interested in weaponizing the venom, not curing its effect. Still, it was still partly technological. Perhaps an unhealthy dose of electromagnetic radiation would fry them. true, along with Sklog's self-repair nanites, but his chassis would eventually replenish those whereas unless the spiderbot broke free and decided to finish the hunt, the venom would be offline.

But if she overdid it, she could fry what little brain the dinobot had. "I could always try putting you into the prototype if things look bleak, but somehow I think the 'Bots would disagree unless it was the only option." she mused for herself, turning back to him, "How are you doing?"

Sklog wasn't feeling well enough to answer Nightscream, he felt like he was going to short out pretty soon but the idea of being put in another body was terrifying to the Dinobot. His body was pretty much his entire identity, no one knew him for his insightful conversations but for his brute strength and imposing figure. Leaving his body behind would be basically be the equivalent to loosing his personal identity. All that being said however things weren't looking good for the once mighty Dinobot and Sklog by this point was n't even strong enough to let out anything more than a grunt in response to Nightscream asking how he was feeling.Sklog was hoping there was something the doctor could do to save him other than a spark transplant but Sklog didn't think he was going to make it out of this unscathed.

"Not even voice, huh?" Nightscream said, drumming her fingers on the table, "That's too bad." she said, reaching above the berth for the spark extractor. She did always wanted to repair it, there just wasn't any time with the other work. Well, this wasn't what she made that chassis for, but desperate times called for... interesting experiments? Nightscream rubbed her hands together and got to work.

Ten minutes later the blasted machine finally lit up. Sklog was looking nowhere near better too. End of line. Tapping the control she unlocked the door. "Prism, Turbulence, lab. Now. Sklog's chassis is giving out, time for some radical measures." she called over the wireless, opening the files to show them. The sound of very heavy locks disengaging meant she also opened her vault. With the hiss of the door sliding open, she waited for the two Bots to get there. This one she couldn't carry out alone.

She was a little annoyed about Nightscream having shut the door on her and Turbulence, but the most she did in response was grunt at the closed door. She couldn't even hear Nightscream or Sklog through the wall, and waited semi-patiently for something, anything to happen.

She shouldn't have said anything.

Nightscream called them through the wireless, ordering them to come in. Sklog's chassis was giving out on him, and Nightscream had something horrible planned for the dinobot, or what was was still functional, anyway. She opened the door quickly and carefully, walking in to look at the suffering bot on the berth and then to Nightscream. "What's the plan?" She asked, more caring about Sklog remaining alive than what would happen to him in that process.

"Your welcome." Turbulence grunted as the lab doors slammed shut and self-sealed before them; all Nightscream's doing while she began her examination of Sklog.

For some time, both he and Prism silently waited. While if most cases, Turbulence would have seen this as an opportunity to offload his criticism on Prism and Sklog for disobeying the most simplest of requests: don't visit the scary floor with a scary monster in it. Because of this act of defiance, Sklog was now in a very serious condition that could snuff out his Spark. However, Sklog was not here with them and Prism had seemed to reserve herself for the moment. With a sigh, Turbulence leaned back against the hard wall behind him, both arms crossed and head tiled to the floor. For the time being, they would have to wait until Nightscream requested them.

Sooner than expected, the doors that locked Turbulence and Prism out had now retracted with Nightscream's voice peering into their comms. Sklog's condition was worsening as his body appeared to be degrading and quickly losing self-support as seen through the holo-feeds of the Dinobot's diagnostic imagery. Nightscream had a plan to address this but called it a 'radical' measure. Turbulence didn't like the sound of that, even if it was meant to be helpful in this situation.

With both Autobots entering into the room, Nightscream was waiting for them over by what appeared to be a large storage container of sorts. With a worried glance towards Sklog, Turbulence shifted his focus and stood ready beside Prism in front of the open vault. While Prism has voiced their readiness, the Autobot flyer however seemed taken back with what his optics were decyphering within the vault.

"What's the plan? Better question would be; what is that?

"Heh. It's a door, genius." Nightscream snickered as she fliupped a big switch and the hallway in the vault lit up. "Look, I can't do anything more for the dinobot. My speciality isn't curing, it'S building. So... This is the project I have been working for in my free time." the seeker said, a hint of pride in her voice as she displayed the thing in question on the hologram. On the first look, it would have looked like any other cybertronian chassis. On the second, it would be apparent that it was far from ordinary.

There was no articulation, instead of servos were strands of organic looking muscle and the protoform seemed somewhat different. There was the occasional tyre or a glass pannel, but there were also - were those claws and teeth?! "We've been looking into alternative means of staying alive so to speak than energon. Blackarachnia was a Primussend. What you're looking at is a prototype chassis, a hybrid of technological and organic CNA, with something interesting Shockwave stumbled upon thrown into the mix. Triple changing and capable of being powered mostly by solar energy for the day to day things." she introduced, keeping the fact that triple changing meant a vehicle and a predacon mode as a surprise.

On cue, the chassis came into view as robotic manipulators retrieved it form the depths of the vault. In front of them was a ready, healthy and apparently femme chassis. "Yeah... This was supposed to be mine, but the big guy is past his expiration date. It's this or the allspark. I think a name change is a small price to pay for continued existence." she snickered, not sugarcoating the truth about the dinobot's condition. "It's not guaranteed to work, it is a prototype after all. Then again, me not being in it drastically improves the chance of fixing what's wrong. Now if you were thinking I was asking for permission, you didn't learn about me much yet, did you? Help me get that thing on the other berth."

Sklog was fading in and out of consciousness and figured that this was the end. He could barely move or make any type of sound at this point which wasn't the worst thing for everyone in the room because if Sklog still had access to his basic functions he'd likely be groaning a whole lot and trying to hit something in frustration. Every once in a while he was conscious long enough to hear the others and look around a little. He was cursing his luck as he realized how he had just began to break free from his slave like mind and gain a more free will and now he was going to kick the bucket and be sent to the allspark. 'Sklog was glad he got to live' the bot thought to himself in his brief moments of consciousness.

Having woken up briefly he saw that the doors were open and that Nightscream wasn't near him so he used his eyes to look around, unable to use his neck anymore and what he saw was terrifying. He saw one of those things again like Black Arachnia but in hologram form and all his friends collected around it. Sklog wasn't listening to what they were saying but just the image of the creature sent a burst of urgency through Sklog as he managed to make a low gurgling noise and shift his arm over the side of the table. That was all the previous con could muster in protest tot the image he saw before once more passing out. Sklog assumed that the beast in the hologram was something that his so called friends were planning on sicking on him now that he was in a weekend state. In the recesses of his mind Sklog promised himself and the allspark that if he survived this some how, he would take down the three trust betrayers.

"You know what I meant," Turbulence growled as the Nightscream hit the lights in the vault, slowly illuminating the unusual mass within its depths.

A hologram however of the object suddenly appeared before the trio, showing them an unusual organism strikingly similar to Blackarachnia. Nightscream began to divulge on about a secret project that would revolutionize the lives of future Cybertronians; if there were any Cybertronians left that is. The idea was to decrease the natural dependency by introducing solar energy as the primary power source. But what was far more noticeable was just how organic it the protoform on the holographic display was. Of course once the Con mentioned the infamous Shockwave's name, Turbulence was suddenly not all that stunned anymore about this terrifying creature before them.

But what Turbulence was becoming very uneasy about was that Nightscream was intending on putting Sklog's spark and brain and who knows what else into the experimental chassis. Turbulence was sure against the idea, likely Prism too, and Sklog would probably, if not definitely protest as well but the Dinobot did not appear all that aware, given his degrading condition. What was worse was that the rather femme prototype wasn't entirely guaranteed to save Sklog if it was utilized. However, what other options were there? The only smart one here with medical expertise was Nightscream and she was defaulting to transplanting Sklog's crucial inner-workings into this hybrid. While Turbulence would object immediately had the circumstance been different, preventing the only thing that could save Sklog would undoubtedly kill the Dinobot. Even if Sklog were against the procedure himself, Turbulence may never have would have forgiven himself for the death of another friend.

There were plenty of lives, now joined with the Allspark, he regretted not saving; one more death would be one to many.

"Right," muttered Turbulence as he readied his side of the prototype chassis, awaiting Prism's support in all of this.

Prism was silent for quite a while, having replayed one of the only fully fleshed out memories she had. It was her fault that Sklog was in this mess, and it was her fault that Sklog might not even be sklog anymore. Moving him into a new body was deemed inhumane by her, especially one that functioned like Blackarachnia, but there was no other choice beside death. Had there been even a small chance for anything else, Prism would have opted for that instantly.

She was aware of the protoform chassis ready for Sklog, she was aware of who had created it and it's original purpose, but they were all just floating words as she dwelled on the fact that it was all her fault. Wordlessly, she walked to the other side of the chassis, readying herself to pick it up and place it on the berth. She didn't even notice that Sklog had made an attempt to protest, though it should have been one of the first things that alerted her in the physical world considering her current state of worry and guilt.

With the chassis on the berth, Nightscream got to work. First, she leaned over Sklog and explained what she was going to do. She wasn't sure he could even hear her, but if not, it was just another point for her case. Bringing up some equipment, she started preparing for the spark transplant.

First, she had to hook up the other chassis on support. It took her almost ten minutes to do the checks once she powered the chassis up, making sure its mobility was unhampered, the processors were working and that the fuel lines were operational - It would do no good to transfer a spark into it only for it to wither and die without sustenance.

Then she grabbed a cord with a bit painfully looking connectors attached to each end and hooked up the processor of the new chassis with Sklog's own. She would admit to not really knowing how exactly the very essence of a cybertronian migrated form a body to another, she only knew what Shockwave found out needed to be done to achieve it, undoubtedly at the price of a couple dozen autobot sparks. The exact workings were probably not a mystery only to Primus himself, but what they known was that the personality of a cybertronian was somehow contained both in the spark and in the processor, and both had to be migrated at the same time.

As she worked, Nightscream was reciting an edited version of those thoughts to the autobots, leaving out the part of the horrible experiments. She was sure they would somehow know they were involved, but didn't want to hear it said out loud.

The warning beeps of the life support machines were urging her to work faster, and she slowly phased the autobots away form her awareness, immersing completely in her work. She kept silently muttering, continuing to describe what she was doing for her own comfort, but if they had an inquiry she wouldn't even register them asking.

Finally she was ready. The new chassis was operating on bare minimum - it could sustain the spark, move and had all of the sensors online, but Nightscream disabled its transformation capabilities for now - Shockwave's notes described the transplant as somewhat traumatic experience and that the mind needed several minutes to adjust - side effects included trashing around violently, catatonic state, temporary amnesia or identity crisis.

Moving back and checking over Sklog's failing vitals, Nightscream was briefly amused at what would be going through the dinobot's new, vastly superior processor when the first thing he would see would likely be his offlined old chassis. She made a maental note to ask later. Turning around, she looked at the two Bots: "Alright, showtime. I recommend vacating the room, he might not take to this well. I have other means to protect myself so I can stay and finalize the process." she said, drawing a thick cable from teh main bus and hooking it to her own chassis. Something inside of her hummed and stirred to life and in a few seconds, Nightscream was surrounded by a protective force field.

Tapping the appropriate command, she watched the spark extractor activate. It fascinated her how the individuality of a cybertronian, a life form built to last, could be stored in something so fragile it was barely tangible or corporeal at all. The life support let out a howl, no longer registering the spark in Sklog's body, but keeping the processor online whether it wanted to die or not.

The arm of the extractor moved over to the new chassis and the process reversed. At the same moment, all lights on the new chassis came online, as Sklog's body went limp and dark, the life support turning into one steady and long beep. Nightscream assisted Primus all she could, now it was up to him and Sklog.

It was dark, very very dark.

Sklog was dying, this he knew for sure but this want the worst thing for him. He was glad that he would no longer need to worry about everything that he had realized in the previous day, all those emotions and thought would be gone in a matter of minutes or seconds. The Dinobot couldn't feel a thing but he could hear snippets of the outside world which was filled with the seemingness endless ramblings of Nightscream but at this point Sklog couldn't even make heads or tails of what was being said to him due to a multitude of factors, one of which being his rage at the people he once thought were his friends but now believed to be villains. Then there was the louder voice of Nightscream who was no doubly talking directly to Sklog but all the words went over his head as he began to loose his grip on life and fade away.

Then there was a deafening silence and Sklog couldn't sense anything. This would have been scary had Sklog been able to feel fear at the moment but he did not, he was aware, he knew he was incapable of doing anything but he couldn't think. It was as if he was frozen but was still able to witness everything.

Suddenly a blinding light erupted and a influx of sound came rushing towards Sklog along with a horrible pain coming from everyone of his joints. Sklog stirred into consciousness as his optics began to adjust to the light he saw a horrendous scene before him as he stared into the lifeless optics of himself. Sklog yelled out in both pain and fear in a voice that wasn't his own while jumping to his feet only to fall to the ground as he was not used to his new chassis. He finally put two and two together and realized what was different about him.

He wasn't himself anymore.

Sklog was filled with more anger than he had ever felt in his life. He stumbled to his feet as he drowned out everything around him other than the one other cybertronian in the room with him which was Nightscream. Sklog tried to access his weapons as he began to run towards Nightscream but with an alarming rate of thought Sklog realized that all his weapons were locked up and Nightscream had a force field up that would probably block any punches or kicks Sklog could throw her way so with a scary amount of thought Sklog ran back towards his lifeless corpse and tore off his no longer powered up mace and then ran at nightscream once more. Sklog doubted that the attacks of his previous weapon would do much to the shield as he noticed the external power source but he figured that bashing the shield for a while would buy him enough time to think of a better plan for taking out the treacherous deception.