The explanation as to what Nightscream was doing was not fully understood by Prism. Her eyes shifted from the protoform and Sklog, watching as everything was hooked up and pieced together. When Nightscream recommended leaving the room, Prism complied and left the way she came in, walking out and allowing Nightscream to work in piece. In the meantime, she would lean against the wall that the door was on with a solemn look on her face, still reliving the recent events. Her eyes angled downward, looking at the floor and refusing to look at Turbulence if he had decided to join her outside.

"We're in this because of me." She muttered to himself. "The big guy could be dead or worse, because I couldn't take orders."

Locked once more at out of the lab, this time with good reason with their well-being in mind, both Turbulence and Prism were tasked to wait until Nightscream required their aid. But considering that Sklog in his new body may take things badly as Nightscream was predicting, assistance would have been preferred. At the same time though, better for the Decepticon not-so-mad scientist than the Autobots, especially since she had a force field to protect herself with. Though with an very likely anger Sklog in the room with a brand new suped-up body to use, Turbulence has lingering doubts how well Nightscream could handle something so unpredictable now.

Just like the Con' anticipated and not a moment too sooner did Turbulence pick up the muffled roaring of Sklog's tempered re-awaking on the other side of the sealed metallic doors to the lab. It was evidently clear that an intense thrashing was ensuing in the lab and more so probable was Sklog raging against the shielded Nightscream with whatever he could get his hands on - or even do for that matter. So far though, Nighscream had not reached out to the Autobots yet which meant the situation was so far under control. But for how long?

As a soldier, Turbulence was uneasy to the uncomplicated fact of a struggle going down nearby without him being involved in it; even it was to subdue Sklog had circumstances or choices been different. The Autobot contemplated the use of his weaponry in order to shift against the Dinobot or whatever he would be considered now. Unfortunately though his high caliber and explosives would agitate the confused big guy or worse; kill him. With the racket on the other side of the doors still present, Turbulence paced around the hallway too deep in thought to pay any attention to Prism. But with is her earlier expressions would talk for her, the Autobot flyer would have guessed a hint of sadness and likely regret. Still feeling contempt of Prism's foolish actions as of recently, he grappled with the need to scorn her for poor choices made and to remind Prism of the outcome that was now happening. Then again though, she may already know that considering how silent she had become with her head facing the floor.

Tired of not only waiting but hearing the unending shouts and violence within the lab, Turbulence became fed up and opened a channel with the besieged Nighscream, "Big guy really does not sound happy from over here. Do you have any ideas on how to stop him other than hoping to tire him out?"

Sklog's wakeup was going about as well as could be expected. At least it was a better result than if he did not wake up at all. Despite being attacked - well, under siege really if she was to rate the force of the blows Sklog was dishing out at her - she couldn't help but take a moment to let her ego shine. She created this, and it worked! She was one step closer to Primus himself!

Her vents were starting to have trouble dissipating the excess heat her protective field was generating, so Nightscream decided to try and talk before doing something more drastic to contain the raging ex-dinobot. Raising her forearms with palms up to show she wasn't armed, she tilted her head to the side. "Is that the thank you I get for postponing your reunification with the Allspark by one lifetime? If you long for it so much, that can still be arranged. Now why don't you use that actually working processor you have in your head now to pause and analyze the situation?" she tried reasoning first, although her wireless was linking to the mainframe and ready to set off the lab's defensive countermeasures.

"How touching, you 'Bots do care!" Nightscream silently replied to Turbulence, "I have it under control. If he refuses to calm down I'll flood the room with anti-intruder foam. It will cement the two of us solid in here so you two would have to chisel us out, but it will hold Big guy and give him time enough to calm down." she shared her plan. She just used up the only spare chassis they had here barring Blackarachnia's, and she wasn't about to have it offlined by weapons fire.

"This." She muttered to herself, obviously aware of what was going on with Sklog and Nightscream. "This is why Optimus made me stay. It wasn't because he needed someone to pick up the scraps of the planet, but because he knew that something like this would happen with the fleet and I'd risk everyone to ease my curiosity." She was firm in her belief that Optimus didn't trust her enough to let her board the Ark. If her recent actions were anything to make note of, it was that sometime of a similar caliber would have happened to Optimus and the others if she had gone with them, and then there would be no chance at all of beating Megatron.

Slowly, she pushed herself off of the wall and looked to the door, her hand rummaging around one of the compartments of her demo bag to find something. Once she found it, she smirked and knocked on the door with her free hand, whistling to hopefully gain some attention. "Yoo hoo~" She sang. "House cleaning!"

Sklog continued his onslaught against the decpticon's shield, he was filled with anger and didn't want to listen to reason. He was hurting both inside and on the outside, his joints felt foreign and his now super sped thinking was frightening him and gave him the equivalent of a headache. Suddenly his attention was taken away from Nightscream as Prism tapped on the door with a mocking tone.

This broke Sklog, he was getting angrier by the second now but the sight of Prism got him even angrier than before. 'Tall-bot do this. Tall-bot bring Sklog to room.' Sklog thought as he didn't even bother to call Prism by name as he was filled with rage. Sklog dashed for the door, mace in hand, and with all of his new body's might he struck the door's seemingly weakest point. His joints ached from the huge amount of exertion and even his mechanical parts groaned in protest of what the Predacon did but a little more pain was nothing for Sklog as he felt hurt enough already. Sklog just hoped that his blow would break through the door.

"Understood." Turbulence "Lets us know if it come to..."

The Autobot's words trailed off as he watched Prism suddenly pull herself free from the wall she leaned against for tome before casually walking up to the door with a totally different expression on her face. Turbulence did not know what Prism was intending on as she searched through her compartments, but after she apparently found what she was looking for, an unexpected smirk had then formed, instantly spelling dreaded uncertainty for the Autobot flyer. Before Turbulence could even question her motives, Prism had then began to knock on the large metallic door, while mocking the lab's occupants at the same time.

What the-

"Prism? What are you-" Turbulence's questioning demand fell short just as a loud reply from the other side assailed the sealed doors, "Dammit, Prism! What are you doing?!"

With Sklog distracted by Prism, Nightscream altered her plans on the fly. Doing a quick calculation and taking Sklog's new size to account along with the countermeasures she put into that chassis, the engineer opted to give him a full dose of both of her null rays. Even then it would be barely enough to bring him down for a few minutes, but that was all Nightscream would need to restrain him.

The blast was indeed a heavy one, transferring through the door as easily as through Sklog's frame, likely giving a nasty jolt to the Bot on the other side as well. Nightscream shut down her shield, letting the vents cool her down. She felt a pang of jealousy at seeing it's might - she was this close to being able to get rid of Megatron herself, and then Prime up and left, dragging Megatron away with him. And now her piece of art was inhabited by that brute and her vision for Cybertron was reduced to four people on a rusting planet.

Sometimes, she just wanted to up and leave, see what Other systems ins pace had to offer.

That smirk was there on Prism's face until the bitter end, patiently waiting for Sklog to rip the door down so that she could activate her little toy. She didn't answer Turbulence, only flashing him a smirk as she returned her attention to the door. However, that did not seem to come quick enough. Prism let out an unexpected scream of pain as the energy of the Null ray easily caught her as well. While it still wasn't the full effect of the ray, she still felt a nasty pain from it, enough so to bring her to a knee. She was curious as to what effect it had on Sklog, now unsure if she should be still calling him a Dinobot despite the different chassis.

"Fun." She breathed out, her body laboring and working on a speedy recovery. She hoped that Nightscream knew what she was doing, and she hoped that she didn't just create more problems to sort out. She pocketed the little device back into the compartment on her thigh, bringing herself back up to her feet at a cautious snail's pace.

Sklog was about to strike again when he felt the Null Ray pass through him. It felt almost like before when he was dying from Black Arachnia's horrendous venom. Sklog felt himself going down but with one last swipe he made a wild toss of his mace at Nightscream in the hopes of at least damaging the con before passing out.

Prism clearly had something devious in mind as kept up her maddening charade. It was if her sole intention was to enrage a hostile Sklog, provoking him into tear down sturdy sealed entrance. When Turbulence had demanded of Prism to explain herself, her only response was a sly grin before returning to whatever task she had in her apparently crazed mind. Being kept in the dark while impending doom was behind probably five meters of "secured" metal was something Turbulence never much appreciated, especially when said scenario came unannounced.

Not wanting to get into a tussle with Sklog, Turbulence would have willing opted to yank the mad 'Bot away from the doorway in order to preserve both their Sparks. Nightscream however has a different reply in mind by apparently discharging both her nullrays, incapacitating not only Sklog but also giving Prism an almost justified and painful jolt through out her body. While it was not as effective having passed through the large solid doors, the attack was enough to bring Prism down, seemingly stunned from the event; Turbulence could only imagine to what effect Sklog experienced while taking the full brunt of Nighscream's countermeasure.

As Prism slowly tried to raise herself up, Turbulence sternly walked up and leaned over her, "Worth it?"

The mace fell a couple of feet short, only a last ditch attempt as Sklog's body temporarily shut down. Prying the door open, Nightscream checked the two 'Bots were alright. Prism seemed to have a case of Nullbite, but not too severe. "Well, That went well. We should be thankful it was a mad rage, I'd be worried if he actually focused his anger, he might have been dangerous." Nightscream brushed the scuffle off as if she revived dying dinobots in experimental chassis every day.

She thought for a while about restraining Sklog on the berth, but she was geting fed up of having to drag him all over the place. Her floor was scraped enough as it was. Instead she bent over the fallen giant, flipping him to lie on his back and instead extended a control cable from the berth, promptly locking out Sklog's motoric routines except for his head so he could still look around and speak. She would make him calm down and listen, one way or the other.

"Alright, fella, enough sleeping on the job. Time to get up!" she announced, manually aiding his system to recover from the weapons' effect. Half knelt she leaned over so he could see her when he woke up. "In listening mood now?"

"absolutely." Prism quietly let out to her fellow Autobot. She looked up at him as she reached her full height. If she were going to be honest, she was glad that Nightscream had taken the shot, rather than allowing Prism to use one of her little toys on Sklog. It was a dangerous weapon meant for big problems, and she only had a limited supply of them until she had to go looking around the Autobot base for any scraps or prototypes. She could build a few things, but her little gadget was leaps and bounds ahead of what she could muster up on a good day.

Her head turned to Sklog, looking down at the fallen giant and watching as Nightscream retrained him once more so that he could just talk things out with the group.

As Sklog awoke for the second time he immediately went to attack Nightscream until he noticed that he couldn't move his lower body at all but that didn't stop Sklog from making threats. "Sklog kill! You try to kill Sklog! You break Sklog! Sklog. Will. End. YOU!" Sklog yelled as his head jerked around his head in threaten motions. The Dinobot was in a great amount of personal torment, he was having a pretty extreme identity crisis considering he had woken up to his own sparkles chassis staring him down. Now Sklog wanted nothing more than to enact his revenge on the others. Suddenly Sklog's head jerked to stare straight at Prism with a look more dangerous than his new chassis.

"Sklog." Her voice was strong, but held a strange weight to it as she matched his look that promised a painful death. "Listen to me, and remember what I'm about to say." She spoke slowly and carefully to him. Her body knelt down so that she could look as imposing as possible to the giant, hoping that his new body and new brainpower would be enough to remember her words. "This is my fault. I am the reason that you were hit by Blackarachnia, and I am the reason that you are in this new body. But you are still Sklog. I am the reason that you almost died, but Nightscream is the reason that you are alive." Prism leaned in close and looked him dead in the eyes, giving him a horrid smirk. "You're lucky that I didn't just kill the both of us when you broke down that door."

"PLEASE do NOT touch my hardware, I thought I made that clear. And if the only thing stopping you from jumping down a canyon is being on my inventory list, then consider yourself my property." Nightscream hissed at Prism, feeling the need to wrap the fact that she did care about them staying online into blabber so they wouldn't notice too early. She had an image to keep. Then again if giving a souped up chassis to one of them instead of keeping it for herself didn't make them notice, nothing would. Speaking of which...

"Try to remember what happened. Your memories should be intact." Nightscream told the ex-dinobot, setting the hologram to move the image into his view angle. She played back the fight on level 20 (Conveniently leaving in the part where she easily disposed of the spiderbot to give Sklog a pause before he thought about attacking her again) and then the record of the transplant itself, along with the log of his worsening vitals. "So you see if you would just calm down I'll online your transformation protocols and you won't even have to look differently, all you need to do is scan your old chassis, how about that? Because yes, this one can assume a beast form as well."

Sklog didn't want to watch the video, he wanted to fight but he realized at the moment fighting was useless and as time went on he remembered the face off against Black Arachnia. He watched the rest of the video as he began to calm down. This had been a horrible day for Sklog but he knew he was lucky to be alive now though he didn't feel lucky. "Sklog want to get up and have alone time with Sklog." the con said as he looked over at his old Chasis that sat Sparkless on the table. He needed a little while to process the whole transition and reflect a little.

Prism stood up quietly, looking down at Sklog and taking a glance at Turbulence. She shouldn't have let it slip like that, not even for a second. She could understand what Sklog was facing, but she couldn't truly empathize with him as she had never been in those shoes. Sklog used to be so simple, just living his life and hitting things when ordered to. Because of her, Sklog wasn't entirely Sklog anymore. He still had the same spark and brain, but he could now literally look at his dead body on the berth, and that must have been haunting for him, to see his own lifeless body with hollow eyes and a hollow chest.

Absolutely - she says... thought Turbulence as Prism managed herself back up on her feet after being stunned by Nightscream's nullrays. Whatever was getting into Prism was starting to agitate Turbulence to no end. Her first offense was disobeying Nightscream and taking Sklog with here to Sublevel 20 and picking a fight with Blackarachnia. Her second was angering the reborn Sklog and not only risking her life in the process but Turbulence's too. If it were a third strike against Prism's declining sanity in Turbulence's optics, it was considering the entire ordeal and being zapped, worth it.

And this was the 'Bot Turbulence had recognized as a leader hours earlier.

Eventually the lab doors unsealed, revealing Sklog confined to the birth and seemingly inactive until Nightscream tried to wake him up in hopes of communing with him. Like last time, Sklog attempted to lunge at the 'Con medic but soon realized his physical predicament on being restrained. Still, his hateful tone seemed presently nondiscriminatory as he shifted his raging gaze towards Prism once the Autobots entered the lab, probably still upset from Prism's taunting.

But seemed like a betrayal towards earlier behavior, Prism walked up to the Sklog, almost unfazed by Ex-Dinobot's directed contempt. Leaning over the confined Sklog, she began to apologize to him, even attempted to rationalize the situation and what had happened since. Even further explaining the blame was rightly hers for the ordeal in the place but also detailing Nightscream's involvement had in fact saved. Interestingly though, Prism then leaned further toward the former 'Con as if whispering something to him but Nightscream vocally called that off.

Nighscream then displayed a holographic feed of what had occurred several minutes ago, describing the latterly events that lead up to this point. While reminding someone of their pain and agony was something Turbulence was against and would have openly protested this point to the 'Con on this matter, Sklog however actually had actually calmed down as if he now knew what was going on. Though was was potential more apparent was a sense of depression as he looked over to his former body, devoid of any life. Devoid of any Spark. Sklog then voiced his desire to be released, and to be alone; Turbulence could hardly blame.

Not a moment later did Turbulence catch Prism's silent glance towards him, expressing a similar mood as with Sklog's but at a notable level. Perhaps she understood Sklog's pain now knew what he was going through. The Autobot flyer however had little to say in reply and instead turned his attention to Nightscream. "What say you Nightscream? Allow the big guy some freedom and space?"

It was strange, almost unnatural. Her eyes played the scene she had just lived through. Though it was still from her point of view, she could see her horrid smirk, hear her cold, yet apologetic words as if they were not her own. She then played the memory of her standing before the door with her suicide bomb primed and ready in her hands. She remembered replying to turbulence, once again in a voice that she didn't register as her own. They were her words, but not her voice.

She was quiet as she gazed into the endless expanse of the floor beneath them. It wasn't her, she reminded herself. She tried playing those memories again, and they were the same, but she noticed another difference. Something about them was wrong. Something about them wasn't her.

What had these ages of being cooped up in Iacon really done to her?

"Yes, we are!" Nightscream hissed at Turbulence. If only because she didn't want to deal with SuperSklog that was told 'no' at the moment. Looking back to the patient, her visor flashed his readout, all limbs on the picture turning from red to green as she returned control of his body to him. "I am just outside the door if you need me." she assured in surprisingly caring tone. Another two bits turned green as Nightscream stood up and turned to leave, looking over her shoulder: "I also enabled your scanning and transformation protocols."

Once she and the Autobots made it outside the door, she didn't waste much time and walked to the room she tossed the spiderbot in and got to welding the bars over the entrance. "That was interesting." she remarked over the comm link, leaving Sklog out per his wishes. "I would have never imagined this would go so smoothly on the first try. Maybe there's some hope for this planet yet." the seeker snickered, leavign the line open. Surely they would have questions - she hoped! She wanted to do nothing more than to call Shockwave and boast, but he wasn't here - hopefully - so she would have to do with other listeners.