[IC] Transformers - One Shall Fall

[ShiningSector]

Turbulence observed Nightscream as she produced a set of rather lethal-looking tools meant for surgical work, or at least that was what he suspected them to be for. While many Cybertronians would definitely need to be opened up the hard way, Turbulence however was one of those rare cases where such methods were not heavily required. Just as Nighscream offered to use a Null Ray to stimulate and numb his sensors, Turbulence then felt the need to physically explain why he was perfectly okay with staying online and not counting his obvious trust issues.

"Let's make this a bit easier."

Given his service record during the war, assuming the conflict had truly ended, the Autobot flyer had become quite the magnet for punishment as he flew air cover for his ground-based comrades. This was so much so that the Autobot medics who begrudgingly operated him on a near-routine basis finally opted to structurally revise his body and chassis in order to provide an easier way to access his more sensitive components and functionary systems. While Turbulence was rather against the idea, his commanders however were very much on the opposite end of the spectrum.

While still in the operating berth, Turbulence's armored chest and abdomen stiffly retracted via several moving shafts and gears unfolding the mechanical carapace between the external armor and the touchy inside thanks to the maintenance locks from earlier now unset. Separate internal turbines and joint motors immediately halted their systematic processes and realigned with his revealed carapace frames to the side as bright holographic lights highlighted his mechanical organs.

"...Lets just say I got shot...A lot." Turbulence vaguely explained, almost sounding sickly for some reason, "...Though I think I may take you up on that zapping part; I still tend to feel everything."

[pyroman]

Prism shook her head in denial of Sklog's request. "We can't. Not yet." She stated to him. She inspected the dead bot more, looking at the wounds it suffered and all of the strange dried stains on the body. There were more than just puncture wounds on the bot. Pieces were ripped open, ripped apart.

"And Bite marks...?" Prism carefully looked closer. She knelt down beside the body, looking over it even closer and turning it around to see if the damage continued on the other side. The 'Con was eaten, as strange as it was, and its back was riddled with all sorts of marks from what she assumed to be stingers of a blaser of some sort. Given the size, shape, and how deep they went, Prism would only assume that the intent was not to kill, but to immobilize.

Suddenly, Prism's head snapped in the direction of a clinking sound. She knew it wasn't Sklog or herself. It was off in the unseen distance. She stood up slowly, her eyes narrowing into the darkness.

"Who's there?"

[rocketrobie2]

Sklog stood completely still after Prism denied his request of leaving. On the one hand Sklog really wanted to leave this place and everything that was down here but on the other hand he was directly told that he couldn't leave, leaving him immobile as he contemplated wether to follow Prism's orders or his own.

Suddenly though he was snapped out of his trance like state at the sound of clicking coming from the darkness. That sound was now the only thing he was focusing on, he transformed into his alt-form and, with a large roll of his head, let out a mighty roar in the direction of the clicking in the slim hopes of frightening it away. Sklog was ready to fight if need be but given the circumstances he really didn't want to.

[Forsythe]

Nightscream's visor snapped up to it's retracted position as her bright white optics curiously scanned Turbulence's inner mechanics. How very interesting! Then again, and autobot flyer was a rarity in on itself. Something like this she really should have expected. "I wish most of my specime- I mean, patients were this cooperative. This will certainly ease things up." the ex-con nodded, and one of her shoulder pods deployed the weapon hidden inside.

The null-ray blaster was humming warmly and tubes of coolant fluid sizzled along its barrel and firing chamber. Slowly the hum quieted down as Nightscream lowered its output to the minimum before carefully targeting Turbulence's damaged motor and letting loose a short burst... Which promptly put him out cold. Ups.

Ten minutes later he would be jolted awake by a small electric shock. "Yeah, sorry. I did not realize that when your armor retracted the blast would spread much easier. Figured why waste the time and went ahead with the repair. I recommend testing the engine on the ground first - if it holds up for half an hour you can go airborne, otherwise it would need replacement." Nightscream said, her tone somewhat apologetic, although less than would be proper. "Fuel up and go find Prism, I'll take a closer look at her memory. I may be at least able to stop her problem from deteriorating even though I can't fix the damage already done after all." the seeker said as she set down an energon cube.

[pyroman]

One of the panels in Prism's thigh unlocked itself and slid open, revealing a small shotgun that she had hidden away for close quarters fights. Her hand wrapped around the handle of the gun to pull it out. The gun itself unfolded and expanded upon being taken out of it's hiding place.

"More guests, I'm so happy. I've been.... H̩̐͜ṳ̤̏̔́n̗̔̒͗g̗̭̗͇̝͚͌̈ͫͦͧͮr̳͓̟̭͂ͩͤ͗͗y̹͈͆ͭ̾̽.͕͉͠"

The voice was sickeningly sweet to Prism's ears. It rang throughout the room from an unknown point of origin, which forced the Bot to take defensive stance and pull down her EOD mask. Her free hand stretched up to hold the other end of her shotgun.

In the distance, Prism could see a faint light nearing them. As it moved closer, Prism could see that it wasn't large at all, smaller than the palm of her hand. The image projected by the light was a small red hourglass. Even she knew that whoever was speaking to them was the source of the image. The shotgun was aimed at the hourglass, Prism's finger ready to pull down on the trigger. "Don't move another inch or I shoot."

"Ooo̸̗͖̗̙̞ͫͮͥoͫ͑̅̑̈ͩͩ͡h͌̂̎~̖͉̩̤̅ͥͬ̃̽̒̆͡" The voice cooed. "I hope you're as f̦̯̈́͂͠u͚̘̭̯̖͌͌n̈͏̞͍̲̟ as Kickback was." Above the hourglass, two sets of glowing red eyes opened and locked onto Prism. What seemed to be a string of electricity shot up from above the sets of eyes and disappeared into the ceiling. what functional lights were left had been activated, making the room just a few shades lighter than it was before. The remaining lights were on their last limbs, and would not last long at all.

Prism did what she could to illuminate the room more, pushing more power into her lights so she could see their assailant. What she saw forced Prism to take a step back.

She was upside down, she noted first. Her face was covered by a helmet, made of scraps from cybertronian parts. It seemed to look fine enough, but Prism could spot all of the inconsistencies from where parts were pull off of one bot and merged with her. Her mouth, the only thing left uncovered by her helmet, was stained with the liquids that covered the floor. Her body was a techno-organic mess, spots of fleshy areas and wires in the shape of muscles in the uncovered areas in which her own armor was damaged. Multiple extra arms hung from her back, seemingly holding scraps of yet another cybertronian, possibly more of Kickback's remains.

Her eyes narrowed at Prism. "Another W̵̴̸̼̞̭̙̻͗ͫa͖͈̗̩̥͔̯͋ṙ̇͒ͩͧ̎҉͏̶̥̟͕̦̳̬̠̠ ͉̱̦̠̔͗ͦͫ́͞ͅB̹͓͎̟͚͐͑̔̑ͦ́̽̄ͦ̕o̴͖͇̟̹̿̓̄̿͟ṫ̗͖͙̜̱͓͆̀̏ͨͪ̿̉ͦ̀.̵̯͈̮͍͎̬̬̆̏̍̀ͅ Those pre-war bots have better, tastier sparks." She sighed. "I am Blackarachnia, and I'd love to have you for Dinner."

[ShiningSector]

For a moment at least, it appeared as if Nightscream was marveled if not simply intrigued by Turbulence's medic-friendly layout. The Decepticon in fact even complimented him on his "cooperation" and proceeded with the operation gutting-free. However before Turbulence even knew it, Nightscream's faint discharge of her Null Ray had worked much faster than he had previous calculated. In an instant, the Autobot quickly put offline.

Before long, a surge of energy reinitialized Turbulence's systems, with internal readouts barking off numerous receding system error and malfunction assessments while he attempted to grasp what had happened the moment before he blacked out. Nightscream openly apologized to him and explained that the Null Ray discharge had become much more effective once his insides were literally exposed, allowing the energy pulses to easily spread through his entire system. It was something Turbulence admitted on not counting on originally but nonetheless explained his unexpected shutdown.

"I'll have to remember that next time..." Turbulence replied before catching himself speaking as if he were talking to one of the Autobot whom operated on him previously, "Err...Sorry, force of habit. I'll hunt down Prism for you."

Just as he stepped outside the operating facility, Turbulence took the opportunity to run a quick system diagnostic of himself. To his satisfaction, much of his vehicle mode components were reporting smooth operation performance though his still-jammed neutron assault array still barred warnings at him. Groaning with annoyance, he slammed a fist against his chest as a rash response. Upon the hard contact, Turbulence felt something being forced back into place while two multi-barreled weapons deployed from his chest cavity.

"Hah!" he said in amusement with the success of his own "troubleshooting".

Getting back on track, Turbulence made his way towards the elevator after recalling Nightscream's previous mention of possible supplies to be scavenged at the barracks which were of course located on Sub Level Two. Obviously interested in going there himself for any extra gear he may make use of, Turbulence tapped the call sensor of he elevator's control interface. A holographic dial of Cybertronian numbers appeared above the interface, counting down from the position the platform was originally docked at. A sudden wave of concern washed over Turbulence as he read the dial, claiming the elevator was arriving from Sub Level Twenty; the section Nightsrcream had vaguely advised them not to visit.

"Ah...Prism? Before Nightscream finds out; why in Primus' name are you guys on Sub Level Twenty...?" asked Turbulence though his comms, attempting to reach Prism on the other end.

[rocketrobie2]

Never once, in all the time that Sklog had been online, did he feel as scared as he did right now. Fear and anger were two emotions he was used to but his fear of this creature was greater than anything he had previously felt. It was a sick mixture of flesh and metal. Sklog wished that he and Prism would have just left when they had the chance earlier. None the less Sklog stood his ground, ready to go on the offensive if need be which at this point he guessed he would need to do.

Just as Sklog was about to attack he once again fell to the ground in a unconscious form and like before he quickly recovered and engaged his enemy. Once again with a mighty roar, Sklog got up from his slouched position and let loose a barrage of flames from his mouth in the direction of the abomination.

[pyroman]

Blackarachnia watched Sklog fall down and recover. The lenses on her helmet kept her widened eyes from being seen by either of the bots. Her head spun almost completely around, her body following suit in the same direction for her to touch down on the ground.

Prism stared at the decepticon with the intent to shoot. Her other thigh panel opened and dispensed her second shotgun into the air for her to catch. "I swear, you keep moving and you will be shot." There was no hesitation in her voice. She had delivered her second warning to the strange 'Con, and yet she refused to stop moving forward.

"Such a poor creature~" She cooed and beckoned to Sklog. "Living a simple life. Taking orders and following them without enough brain power to question things." She eventually stopped when the barrels of Prism's twin shotguns kept her from moving forward. She hated her body. She hated feeling the cold metal of her own body and she loathed feeling the cold metal of the planet she was confined to. It was all so cold, so lifeless to her organic parts. Her head turned to Prism, a twisted and vile smirk forming from the edge of her lips. "I will end his misery."

"Ah...Prism? Before Nightscream finds out; why in Primus' name are you guys on Sub Level Twenty...?" Prism's HUD displayed the waves of sound that were being broadcasted to her ears. She could recognize Turbulence's voice, as well as the fact that his IFF information popped up on her display as well.

"Not now, Turbulence, we have a little..." Prism's voice faded. She could feel Blackarchnia's eyes burning into her as she moved closer to Sklog. "We're fine. Uh, we had a slight weapons malfunction, but uh... everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?"

[ShiningSector]

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Prism's unusual reply had actually given pause to the Autobot flyer. So much so that he nearly believed his ever-computing brain had skipped a logic processing cycle going by the about of time that quickly passed in his moment of stunned silence.

Eventually recovering, Turbulence recalled Prism’s rattled and nervous tone and it seemed plenty obvious that she and Sklog had gotten involved with something more than a ‘slight’ weapons technical snafu. He thoroughly pondered the possibility of reporting the two’s fumbling reasoning to Nightscream but instead, decided to keep the incident under wraps. For now at least. This was assuming of course what mess they may have made was not as serious as he believed it to be.

“…Prism, I didn’t ask you if you were fine.” Turbulence grunted, ignoring her question before stepping into the elevator once it had arrived, “However, yours and Sklog’s wellbeing won’t be fine for much longer if you stick around there. I’m coming up with the platform; you guys better be by the shaft when I get there.”

[Forsythe]

Once Turbulence was gone, Nightscream figured out she could as well update her project files with her new ideas. Standing by one of the consoles, she tapped a couple keys and the screen came alive displaying something. It was a design onf a cybertronian on the first glance, but on the other it didn't look quite right. The usual sharp features of their kind were dulled at some points, and on the inside, one wouldn't find any servos, only bunched up cords of what was reminiscent of organic matter.

"Hmmm... It's a really neat feature what the autobot has doen to himself. Speeds up repairs by a lot. But how do I apply it here?" The decepticon scientist thought out loud. Perhaps only limit the hatches to access individual organs? Nonono. Introduces weak spots and doesn't help all that much. "But then again, perhaps something along the lines of overlaying plates?" Doesn't inhibit mobility that much... unless it gets damaged, then it jams completely.

A frustrated hiss escaped form Nightscream's vents. Ever since she got her hands on that very special specimen, the seeker has been trying to incorporate the organic functions into a normal cybertronian body. The composite was a promising theory, and would theoretically allow them to live on minimal amount of energon, if they would need any at all, yet remain their usual metal-hard selves and not needing to scan only various critters to gain an alternate form.

Of course, her test subject has been less than a willing participant. As Megatron would have no doubt put it, it was to be considered an honor to be bisected for the good of the decepticon cause. Disagreeing with that statement was probably the only thing Nightscream and Blackarachnia agreed on. Well, that and their sadistic tendencies. Unfortunately for the organobot, Nightscream was the one with the lab. "How is my pet anyway? Such long stasis must be having a different effect on her than anyone else. It's about time I checked on her too." the seeker mused and tapped the controls, accessing the camera feeds from level S20.

Her next hiss was rather angered. The stasis was having a different effect indeed - weaker one, judging by the fact that apparently, 'Rachnie' was loose and looking quite hungry. Growling, Nightscream slammed her servo the the table and walked out, heading to the elevator to go deal with the problem. Linking her comm suite to the base's intercom, the whole level S20 was filled with her voice: "Oh, Rachnee? You've been bad. I'm coming to punish you! Be there in a second, feel free to run if you think it will help you!" her tone was a bit of sickening, mad sweet.

[rocketrobie2]

Sklog charged at the monstrosity of metal and flesh with a tint of anger but mostly fear. The being easily dodged his attack but having heard Turbulence was coming down, Sklog got a new plan which could be summed up in one word.

Run.

Sklog's charge didn't end as he continued on at top speed, heading for the elevator. Slog had once fought off five autobots on his own but back then he was simply following orders as, what he now came to realize, a slave to the higher ranking decepticons; now Sklog had no real orders and he now feared for his life which he hated greatly as the once powerful con was now reduced to little more than a snivelling sparkling. He got to the elevator doors and waited impatiently for the doors to open and reveal Turbulence. Thing's didn't get any better when Nightscream came over the intercom with that all to familiar decpticon, cynical tone. The former con looked behind him quickly to see how Prism was holding out against the beast. He hoped she would get along well and hopefully take down that thing but he was much to scared to do anything about it at the moment.

[pyroman]

"We'll be there." Was her only reply to Turbulence.

Blackarachnia kept a single set of eyes on Prism. Her second set locked onto Sklog to dodge his attack, all too easily when the plan of attack was 'run at the enemy'. She continued her evasive motions to avoid Prism's oncoming fire. Each shotgun could fire only so fast, and Blackarachnia's enhanced brain could easily decide when to move and where to avoid the blasts.

"Run! Run̷͕͖̹ͪͥ͒̅̿͡~̴̨͈̤̻̳ͤͣͮͫ̇̚̚͞!̵̧̱̪̠̜̜̫̲̓̃͌͋̓͒̾̅͌̅́̒̓́͛̑̽̂ͨ̕͢͞" Blackarachnia sang to Sklog. "Run and strug̶̱͉͚̙̗̖͖̗̫͒̔ͣ͋͂̅ͨͫͩ̎͌́͘g̵̢̨͍̹̘͑ͥͦ̋̈͂͆͆͢ͅl̠̣͇̳̤̳͈̮̳͎̞ͫ̉̆ͣ͊ͨͯͧ͑ͦͪ̔̔̃̓́͢͢͠e and fight! Your dense armor is sure to hide a ḍ̡̼̟̬͚̙̱͕̠͍̫̟̠̮̟̫̪̽̊͂ͥ͐ͨ͛̍ͤ̏͗ͣͯ́̏̔̑͘ĕ̶̝̘͇̘̪̇ͮ̅̈́̒͝l͙͔̪͖͉͎̥̳̭͔̜̥̙̦͆̋̉̃͗̋͆̍ͪͭ́͜͡i̶̴̡̛̇͌͌͗̐̾̔̂ͯ̒͗͒͗̌͆̐̐̃҉͎̲̱͖̝̻͓̬̼̟̘̣̪͖c̡̤̼͈̼̫̟͍̜͍̲̦̥͎̘̱̋̍̆ͬͫ̓͞i͓̩̘̹͖̙͇̗̼̜̰̗̍ͪ̆̌̍̂̂̏͗͐̄̐͑͐ͮ̅̃͢ͅo̸̡̢͇͖̪̦͙̯̜̺̻̝͎̫̳̲̽͌̌̄̓̔̏͛̚͢ͅư̢͈͕̩̣͔̘̺̻̗̫̭͓̥̓ͬ͒͊̿̄̓ͭ̂͑̒͜s̸̴̶̱̟̪͕͙̳͉̬͖̙͉̬̬̍ͣ̑̔ spark~!" She chased after the dinobot, continuing to avoid Prism's gunfire with ease.

The mutated decepticon halted when the comm system in the room rang out. Blackarachnia dropped on her knees and screeched to the heavens with all of her might. The sheer sound forced Prism to stop herself.

"Primus." Prism cursed under her breath. "I guess she knows what we're up to."

"̢̡̧̪͔̩̟̰̪̯̯̰̳̬̥͙̤ͤ̉̉ͤ̈́̾ͧ͠N̸̠͇͇͈͐ͥͧ̑͐̓̆̈͋̃́͢O̸̬̭̮̰͎͙͓͚͇ͨ̓̓͊̓̃̄͆ͦͦͣ̀ͅ.̸̧̢̰̬̻̻̥̯͇̦̼̩̲͕̙͕͇͖̱̠͒̑ͪͧ̇ͩͣͥ̓́͠"̡̓͐ͫͨͭ͢͞͏̩̱͓̫͍̟̞̳̞͕̹̫̣͎̼͔͖̮ Blackarachnia screeched again. "It is all a l̓̉̑̃ͮ͌͆̿̅́ͨ͛҉̡̀́҉i̢͋̉ͨ̉͊͊̌̋̄ͪͥͫ̍̓̃ͭ̚̚҉ȩ̋ͮ̋̓̐ͣ͛̐͗́̒̉̄͊͝!̶̊͆͆̋ͮͧ̅̅͛ͤͯ̇ͥ̋ͪ ̷̡̢̆̇́̽ͦ͒ͬ̚͡L̷̨̄ͣ͂ͩ͒͆̽ͣ̔̽ͮ͋̿ͤ̂͐͑i͛͌͆ͬ̓͛ͨ̊̀͢es buried under li̦̬̠̊̒̀͐-̪͉̯̖̩͑͛͛ͨͧͅb̤͛̈́͂̀u͙̍̍r̉͛̓ied undé̵̢͉̤̣̭͠͠ŗ̷̛̦̯̭̳̮̫̦̼͓̼̹̙̹̣ ̴̖̮͕̺̦͇̳̺̱̀͡l̷̨҉̪̜̳̫̤̭̦̥͖͝ͅ-̵̭̪͚̜̺͚̜̳̪̗͎̙͕̝̱̹̳͕ͅb͟͝҉̨̳͍̙͍̭̦u̧̨̮̖̝̕ͅr҉̟̪͖̯̳͖͖̪͔̲̞̜͖̥̀́͢͝i͏̸̶͚͚̹͖̙͚͉̙̞̙͖̺̜͉̱̲̳̗̬͠͠e̵̛͖͚̞̻̮̯̖̟̻͓͔̪̻̼͟͜͞d under lies!" Her voice processor clipped and repeated her words, shaky and scratched. "Its been cycles! My checkups are over and your experiments are over! This autobot and faulty creature are mine to play with! Mine to enjoy! MINE TO EAT. You will not take more from m̧e͏̵̕!͘͜͏" She yelled to the sky, one more screech being sounded before she returned to her prey.

When Prism say Blackarachnia's eyes land on her, she began to fire again. Blackarachnia was much faster, much less collected, but far more dangerous than before. Prism managed to land a few shots on her, but they did nothing to stop her.

"I am saving you!" Blackarachnia cried. The mutated cybertronian used her extra legs to increase her mobility, her actual hands and legs swiping and clawing at Prism in hopes of disarming her. "Death is the best option! Sh-s-She-sheeeee-make yo-me! Cold! Hot! Beautiful, disgusting, horrific, detestable! Cold!" The more she spoke, the more rampant she became, swiping Prism's guns out of her hands and skidding across the floor. "You won't diieieieie. A-̙̥̲̆̍̽ͭ͝a̢͔̝̹̳̼͕̙ͣ̍͒͒̃̂n̻͍̖͚ͨͬͅ0̰̹͋̅̿͘ţ͓̩̟̖̠̺͍̓͊͌ͮͦher spark in my belly and another voice in my head. You will be safe. They are happy, they do not feel what I feel, they are safe!"

Blackarachnia leaped onto Prism. Her extra legs did all they could to keep Prism down, pinned to the floor and ready to be killed. Prism still fought. Her shoulder mounted gatling guns deployed from her shoulders, spinning and firing. Blackarachnia was too close, just out of their cone of fire. Prism shook and turned, managing to land a few shots on her. It was not enough, but she continued to struggle.

[rocketrobie2]

Sklog looked frantically back and forth between the elevator door and the incoming monster but it eventually decided he wasn't worth it and went after Prism who Sklog hoped would be able to handle herself against the beast that he was much too terrified of but the abomination got the best of her and now had her pinned. Sklog get out of here, Sklog live, Sklog no want to die! It was likely the end of Prism but Sklog would survive if Turbulence showed up and then he could finally be sa- and then there was darkness for Sklog. He had seemingly passed out once again but this time when he regained consciousness he wasn't in his Alt mode anymore and he was barreling towards the techno-organic monster with his weapons drawn.

Sklog was very scared at first, after all he was about to attempt to take down one of his biggest fears, but then he got a very, very familiar feeling that he hadn't felt since he woke up and that feeling was the feeling of battle. "Sklog help!" Sklog bellowed as he swung his mace with both hands at Blackarachnia like a baseball bat, hoping to knock it off of Prism at least. If this worked Sklog planned on beating on that thing for as long as he could keep it on the ground. "Sklog not hide like Sparkling! Sklog fight like Dinobot!" he yelled hoping to give himself some more confidence but his limitedly intelligent mind didn't see any way of this fight going well for him.

[ShiningSector]

As the elevator cabin neared its approach to Sub Level Twenty, Turbulence was slowly becoming aware of the loud and bellowing noises above him, echoing through the shaft. It was if a struggle was ensuing and it was becoming more apparent the closer he came to his destination. The Autobot grew more concerned, now believing Prism and Sklog had gotten themselves into serious trouble. Sadly, cabin's control panel featured no way to manipulate the platform's ascension rate; it wasn't surprising really but it certainly was agonizing to wait for the cabin to arrive slowly.

"C'mon..."Turbulence groaned, itchy to deploy his armaments as soon as he could confirm any sign on hostility on the coming floor.

Just as the cabin door's finally retracted having reached the platform's destination, Turbulence caught a glimpse of something truly ferocious. Before him was Prisim pinned to the ground by what looked like another Cybertronian but the entity's form appeared mutated and decayed, foreign and natural components were exposed through force protrusion or left dangling out of the desecrated chassis. As much as Turbulence wanted to question what this thing was, it was evident that Prism was about to meet the AllSpark; a result Turbulence did not kindly favor.

However, fate had quickly intervened with a mighty mace swinging into Prism's attacker with tremendous force before Turbulence could arm himself, sending the defiled form flying across the poorly lit facility. The Autobot flyer soon found the mace had belonged to Sklog as the Decepticon Dinobot came into view, charging in pursuit towards the assailed abomination. While a spectacular sight, Turbulence rushed to Prism offering his free hand to assist her whereas is right arm, trained on the mutated Cybertronian, had morphed into one of his Thermo Rocket Launchers, hot fumes drooling from each of the red-glowing tubes as they powered up.

"I think now would be a good time to leave." insisted Turbulence.

[Forsythe]

As soon as Turbulence stepped out of the cabin, it shot up, opening the drop below it that went as far as level S50. If one was to listen, they could hear the blast of air being forced up followed by the dulled hum of jet engines ascending the shaft. As Nightscream sped upwards, she decided to play with the spiderbot'S mind a little bit more when she witnessed her initial outburst.

Patchign to the contorl of the speakers, she manipulated the volume on each of them to make it sound like she as somewhere on the floor with them, changing the direction with pretty much every sentence to confuse the specimen. "Ha. Haha."

H̵͖̰͙́͊͂̈ͦ̾Å̦̥̻͕̦̈́ͮ̿̚ͅȞ͉͕̫̝̭̂̆ͣͧ͒Ą̘̤̱̩̘̩̋͂ͭH̟̝ͥ́́͗͟Ā̝͕͎̫ͫ͘H̲̳A͉͕̫̗͔͎̠̅̂͊͘Ȟ͉͕̫̝̭̂̆ͣͧ͒Ą̘̤̱̩̘̩̋͂ͭ

"Did you forget already, Blackarachnia? Maybe I should poke around in your memory. The experiments are never over. You are mine to play with. Mine to enjoy."

The seeker switched on the afterburner and thrust vectoring, making a booming sharp turn from the elevator shaft into the room in front of the door. Never let it be said that she sneaked up on anyone, although she did make the last sentence appear to be coming from the other side of the room. Transforming mid-air and landing in a roll, all of her weapon pods opened up and her blades deployed.

It seemed the other bots and con managed to get separated from the spiderbot. Good. Nightscream's visor snapped shut as she charged straight at the organic, wrist blasters letting loose and one of her null cannons fighting her movements in an atempt to acquire a lock. In a fighting mood, the others seemed to completely vanish from her awareness. All there was here for Nightscream at the present was Blackarachnia - too valuable a specimen to offline. If a stasis pod did not work, Nightscream would just have to build a cage, right? Fun.

[pyroman]

It was too quick for even Blackarachnia to process before it was too late. Sklog's mace collided with the mutated 'Con and refused to allow her to get up. Oils and some strange other liquid similar to blood now stained Sklog's mace. Nightscream's voice didn't help her at all either, and the moment that Sklog pulled away for another swing, she shot her venom at the dinobot and scrambled away. twisting and contorting into her alternate form and hiding on the ceiling.

Her words had long since been chipped away into unintelligible screeches and screams of agony and horror. Blackarachnia's voice surrounded her in all directions, forcing her in every direction to evade the seamstress of her nightmares.

Meanwhile, Prism gladly took the hand offered to her and used it to pull herself up. "Thanks. I guess the gang's all here." She wondered what history the insane decepticon and Nightscream had, but it was for a time that wasn't now.

She used her visor to keep track of Blackarachnia and Nightscream's movements, watching the jet chase the spider around the room.

Blackarachnia continued to run, hoping to break free of the chase at every turn available to her. The carcasses scattered pm the ground mattered to her. All of her hard work, all of her meals, they would be for nothing if she couldn't escape the room. They cheered her on, her voices. Every memory of every cybertronian she killed and ate fabricated into its own personality within her, telling her what to do, where to go.

"The silent spy will always be better than the noisy doctor!" Blackarachnia screeched. "The brother knew best! They told me what he said! What he was doing when the BLADES pierced his spark! THEY told me you could have saved him~!" She spun around and bolted at Nightscream, heading for the elevator shaft to escape. "The coward stayed on cybertron to watch her pet! The cowardly sister chose herself over others!"

The voices of the fallen whispered to her ears, feeding her with bits and scraps that she formed into fabricated memories and thoughts. She believed his death, her cowardice. Her mind was far too warped to make any decisions on her own.

Turning to the elevator, Prism took a glance at Turbulence. "So." She stated monotonously. "Do you want to watch Nightscream take Blackarachnia apart? Look around? Get out of this nightmare of a sub-level?"

[Forsythe]

"Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky." Nightscream sung as Blackarachnia stuck herself to the ceiling. A mistake, since her shoulder pod was able to track her far better above, something that was indicated by the humming tone that told the scientist so. Sending the appropriate command in a millisecond, the paralyzing weapon let out a screeching tone as it released its charge.

Not waiting to see whether it hit, the seeker raised her arms and peppered the ceiling with blaster rounds for a good measure - Rachnee was one agile Ugly. The blasts raised a lot of the dust that has been gathering in the level since it was sealed, forcing Nightscream to pull up thermal and electromagnetic filters on her visor to find the she-spider. "Be a good girl and go to your room, Rachnee." she snickered.

[ShiningSector]

Turbulence could hear the grinding friction of the elevator cabin behind him abruptly shooting upwards as if by some unknown force. With his rockets tubes still trained on the mutant as Sklog engaged it, the Autobot glanced back to the shaft just in time to catch the roar of jet engines screeching upwards, quickly closing in on their floor.

"What the-"

Before Turbulence could even comprehend the new set of events that were unraveling, soon came the most chassis-rattling sound he had ever heard: Nightscream's distorted and diabolic laughter filling the facility. Her harsh voice manifested through the floor's local intercom, terrorizing someone by the name of Blackarachnia. Turbulence suspected the Decepticon medic, or mad doctor as this point, was referring to the disfigured Cybertronian that jumped Prism earlier as "Blackarachnia" stumbled in every direction as if she were in agony. Whatever history that was between Blackarachnia and Nighscream was a topic Turbulence wished not to dissect further.

Eventually, Nightscream shot through the exposed elevator entrance with her Alt mode's mad maneuverability and soon converted into her true form, literally dog-fighting Blackarachina with her feet, chasing the still-terrified Cybertronian around the room with guns blazing. Seeing as Nightscream was well occupied and seemed to have the situation under control, Turbulence disengaged and retracted his rocket launcher back into his forearm's frame, revealing his hand in the process. Observing the unfolded scene and comprehending what had transpired, there was one thing Turbulence wanted to do now; leave.

"Yeah, I'd rather not be here anymore." replied Turbulence to Prism's flat query as he turned to the elevator, "Except the platform looks damn well jammed currently...Though if I were to transform, I could carry you and Sklog..."

Wait a minute...

"Ah, crap." Turbulence groaned, realizing the big guy was on the other side of the room, now concealed by a thick cloud of dust created by Nightscream's and Blackarachnia's conflict.

[rocketrobie2]

Sklog took the full force of the venom which was not good for the former 'con. He could feel his servos beginning to cease up but Sklog wasn't just one of these bots that died down here, he was a Dinobot and Dinobots didn't get taken down by some measly gunk. With great effort Sklog trudged his way back towards Prism in the hopes of defending the bot further. He emerged from the smoke of the conflict to see Turbulance helping a recovered Prism which gave him a little extra motivation to get over to the duo so that he could defend each other but most importantly so they could leave this level of horror.

"Sklog.. want to.. leave now!" the bot exclaimed with great effort as he neared closer to the others just as some internal notifications began popping up. Sklog couldn't read what they said but he guessed they weren't good since they were red and flashing.

[pyroman]

She watched Sklog get him and started to rush after him. She was forced to stop after the dust picked up, being far too much for her see through normally. Luckily, Prism's battle mask helped her with the dust, using heat and eletro-magnetic signatures to tell where everyone was, even if her normal eyes could not see anything.

"Sklog!" She called out, rushing into the dust field recklessly to go and save the bot that had saved her. It was fortunate that Sklog emerged from the dust before she entered.

She chuckled briefly before moving underneath him and slinging one of his arms around her to keep him up. As a dinobot, Sklog was large, but Prism was built big in her own right, hopefully being enough to support the bot, at least long enough for them to get out safely. "Let's get you moving, big guy." She attempted to calm him down and distract him while an exit plan was formed. "Turbulence!" She called out. "Do we have an exit plan?"

With her free hand, she reached up to her ear and spoke on the comm system. "Nightscream, take her down! Sklog was his with something and we need to move. Since you seem like you know Blackarachnia best, you are the one best suited to help Sklog here."

Blackarachnia continued to turn and move at every given chance. She would not allow herself to return to Nighscream's clutches. The voices in her mind screamed and screeched, ordering her where to go and what to do. They did not agree. The pulled her body in different directions, attempting to lead her according to what they thought was right. She couldn't move straight at all, her movements even more erratic than before as she attempted to rush to the elevator shaft.

Nightscream's shot had connected, and Blackarachnia dropped from the ceiling like a fly, writhing and struggling as best as she could, even though they were only slight, meaningless motions. She couldn't even muster the strength to scream out as the voices increased in volume in her mind.