Scene 1 - Kavizs Prax.

[Van]

Kavizs Prax.

A sprawling penitentiary that held both factions; Autobot and Decepticon. It housed several sections designated towards specific types of inmates: War Criminals, their cells were thicker and smaller, and they were given much less than others. Mentally Inept, moderately spacious quarters, with furnishing designed to keep them either comfortable, or held down. Then the majority of the station, was Average Level security cells, with the smallest portion of the station being a circular column in the center filled with rows and rows of glass statis pods.

Kravizs Prax wasn't situated in the deepest reaches of space, infact, it orbited rather close to Cybertron, having a large crew that changed shifts every twelve hours. At any one time,there would be four medical officers with two assistants, a Station Mechanic's crew with their own droids, and a full barrack of policing personnel.

The station itself was situated on an orbiting asteroid. The majorit of the asteroid's mass was hollowed out, and filled with the station, leaving very little exterior and interior for escapees to hide. The outside was octogonal in shape, with parapets that housed search lights, and electro-balista. The exterior wall was a solid metal wall, with two Gates. These Gates were on opposite sides of the Station, and comprised of a seriess of 4 interlocking grids, each requiring different keys and pass codes: each changed every Deca-Cycle. The interior was well lit, and the walls coloured white, making it hard for possible escapees to hide.

It was here, the Kravizs Prax Station, that a distress call was released on an automatic system. It beckoned for help, saying the Station was siezed from the interior. But, directly after this, was the automated distress signal, saying the Station has been seized from the exterior.

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Scope came around, his optics lighting dimly. Slowly, his systems came onboard, running at a slower usage. His optics flashed, giving the impression he blinks, as he picks his metallic head from the ground with a human-like grunt of effort.

Wires flickered with electricity, sparking archs lighting the room he was in. Tables were knocked against the wall his feet were propped against. Chairs were either thrown against the same wall, or smashed into tiny metalic shards, each one shimmering in the sparking artificial light. The wall oppisite Scope, was missing.

Carefully, Scope got to his feet, and hobbled to the far wall. Resting his hand against the broken frame to the sife hall, he braced himself against his hand as he leaned over the crevice that was the floor.Looking down seemed to look the same as looking up, layers and layers of broken floors and walls, sparking wires, and finaly after many miles of the pierced through Station, the empty void of Space.

Lifting his other hand to his head, it finally dawned on him, he was missing half his digits on his right hand. Shrugging it off, he pressed his comm link.

"Omni calling all Wings, Reply, Wings."

Mumbling behind him. Scope turned and headed towards the mumbling, which came from beneath a stack of tables, chairs, and other assorted office furniture. Shuffling pieces away, he came across the very wraith form of Zab.

"Zab, reporting, sir!" Said the little lemur-bot with a grin.

The grin quickly turned into a grimmace, as his body convulsed with spasms of pain. His eyes squinting, his jaw clenched, he waited til the last of the convulsions gave way.

During Zab's convulsions, heavy and uneven footfalls were heard outside in the corridor. Not moving, Scope waited haunched over Zab, his eye on the door. Zab's back arched as he looked to scream, and the door to their room burst open.

Scope's weapon was isntantly aimed at the disturbance, a red and brown bot looking like he was suddenly covered in armour that could have been a part of the Station. Scope trained his weapon down.

"Presumably, sir, your Comm is working but on a one way frequencey. That, or might surmise that my Comm does not seem to be in working condition?"

"Im not too sure, GreaseTrap, but its good to see you... hale?"

"Damaged, but all is well enough." His optics narrows as they alighted on Zab's bot-form laying in fetal position. "Dare I ask, sir, what this is about?"

Scope tried to laugh, sensing a hidden joke. Then realized it'd have been bad. "Something came over Zab, sent him into fits. Please, while try to figure out what to do?"

"Aye, sir." GreaseTrap walked towards Zab, and leaned over him. He gently picked up the lithe bot in his metal hands.

"Oye, that tickles man!"

"Stop squirming, that I might examine you."

"Nah, I'll be fine, mate. Honest. Le'me down, eh?"

GreaseTrap's optics narrows and changed colour, as they scanned Zab's form. Noting few injuries, the worst being a minor dent in the back of Zab's central vertibrae, which caused the convulsions. GreaseTrap put Zab down, but pinned him to the spot, and quickly popped the dent, and followed with a flash of his hands. Zab yelped loudly, but by the time he could get away, GreaseTrap had managed to repair Zab's 'spine'.

Zab turned, his silver visor flashing in a spark of electrical light, "That hurt!"

"Have you ever known medicine to be painless?"

The little lemur-bot growled, but was interupted before he was able to say much else by a very large , reverberating sound. Then a hollow thud and clank.

The furniture in the room, as well as the bots, all lifted off the floor as the artificial gravity generator in their area stopped working.

Scope looked at Zab, "Try your Comm, need to figure a way of locating the others. Then, we can work on finding out what happened here, and if anyone is still operational and in need of assistance."

"Monkey to Pride, Repeat."

Static.

"So, our Comms are malfunctioning for some reason."

"Yes, Scope, but yours got through to mine, at least."

Scope walked back to the broken section of the Station, and raised his injured hand to his Comm again,"Omni to Wings, Help is on the way. Stay safe."

Then, increasing his 'voice', he shouts "Help is on the way, stay put!"

"Sir?" in unison.

"Zab, see if you can find the GravGens and get them back up and running. GreaseTrap, help me with my hand quickly, and we'll start our search."

Zab saluted, and made his way passed where Scope was standing- at the hollow portion of the Station. He pushed himself into the abyss.

His hands gave off a barely audible hum, as his own personal diamagnetism created fields around his hands and feet, pulling him where he wanted to go.

GreaseTrap used pieces of metal he found in floating cabinets and other floating debri. Quickly cutting pieces down, filing wires, grinding down bearings and such, he created a hastey set of three fingers that would suffice Scope until he could take his time and repair him completely.

"Thank you, friend. Now, let us see what mayhem has been brought to us, and what we may do with it."

[Van]

Visual Sensors Fully Operational
Visual Sensors Fully Operational
Visual Sensors Fully Operational
Visual Sensors Fully Operational
Scanning Perimeter

Omen picked her head up from where it rested on her forearm.

Portions of her armour had been stripped away by something she couldn't remember. Every part of her person ached, creating a red medical symbol in her display-signifying she was very badly damaged.

Her metalic lip curled, like a leopard's.

She didn't see any of this.

Omen craved... fluids.

Her metalic tongue flicked over her silvery teeth, feeling each one individually. She stretched like a cat, cables and metal cords tautening, her inner armour gringing against damaged plates.

Her nose wrinkled, her odor sensors picking up...something. It wasn't flesh, but her primal instincts told her, it could possibly be food. She stood, and prowled towards the metalic scent, her cloaking coming active as her hands and feet absorbed the minor amounts of sound she made with each clicking step ont he metal Station's flooring.

Hanging electrical wires arched and swayed as she stalked, lighting her surroundings in an eerie fashion. Shadows of shadows that weren't there, made her startle and jump. Her head swayed back and forward, her nose tilted up as she scented the air.


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Havoc jumped on Warhound's chest repeatedly as though it were a trampoline. Each jump, he attempted to land heavier.

"Wake up, you SLAG heap!"

Finally, Warhound stirred. Raising a hand to his head and groaning, "Ohhh, I feel like FireRain just ran over my head."

"Well, its about time you woke up, slacker! We need to find the others!"

"Okay, okay! First, you can start helping me out by STOP JUMPING ON MY CHEST!" Warhound roared. A mistake, his audio sensors screached, causing him to startle and become disoriented.

Havoc jumped off Warhound, and covered his ears. Warhound finally stopped squinting, and Havoc let go.

"So, like, we got a message from Scope. Says to "Stay put!" Havoc crossed his arms and watched Warhound sit up.

"Like Unicron I'll stay put. Wheres Audio?" Warhound looked around, noting the lack of lighting. He was in the middle of a hallway, along the hallway on either side, was an endless row of doors.

"Well, we could pretend this was a game-show, and we got to pick our prize behind a mysterious door...."

Warhound growled.

"Okay, well, then I'm not sure. But,knowing him, he's gonna be listening to Scope. So we're going to have to find him before he goes into statis from an anxiety attack!"

Warhound froze, completely silent a moment. "Where the slag are we? I don't even remember landing.... Where're the others, ya think?"

"You don't pay me to think, Hound. Slag, you don't even pay me at all, and I still owe Gatica from that dicing game...."

"She'll live. Assuming she's alive right now. Wonder where the exit is?"

"Maybe we'll get lucky, and there'll be human exit signs lighting out way!?"

"How much would I have to pay you to lose the sarcasm, just til we get out?" Warhound grumbled quietly, to himself mostly.

He finall made it to his feet, where he wobbled unsteadily. He braced himself upon a wall, part of a name showing beneath his hand.

Moving his hand, he read : FreeFall - Permanent - Conspiring against the Council.
/i hmmmm /i he thought to himself , /i I remember you... /i
Warhound peered inside the room, but half of it was missing. the opposite wall seemed to be missing, as if it the Station had been pierced through. He could see other parts of the Penitentiary on the far side of the hole. Areas on the otherside seemed to not have gravity, which worried him greatly.

Warhound checked himself over, he wasn't too badly damaged, a few dings and scrapes. Nothing too serious. His chaingun ammunition was slowly recharging. Implying he had een in battle before he blacked out.

Shaking his head to clear the static, he picked up his shielf and alighted it to his back, then looked at Havoc, still standing with his arms crossed.

"Only one way to get anywhere," he nodded to his little friend. Together they walked down the hallway, peering through each door.

Some of the doors were completely intact. Some where bent, as if grabbed by massive hands and bent downwards, a few doors seemed to have been shot through with a heavy blaster. Least commonly, the door was missing.

Sometimes they'd find a body part of an inmate. But each cell held no signs of Autobot nor Decepticon. Warhound was starting to think the Station was empty.

Finally, they came upon a four paneled door. It was closed, and still locked. Looking around, the hallway continued on passed Warhound's sight allowed him to see. Eerie silence filled the hall, making his audio sensors ring with hollow sound.

Havoc tried the access panel next to the door. No power. He crouched before the door, taking out rectangular shape from his forearm.

"Theres no power, so stand back a sec', Hound. I'ma blast dis' door."

Warhound backed away, and withdrew his shield from his back and crouched behind it. After a moment, Havoc retreated behind it, and behind Warhound. A sharp click sound came from his 'ear' as the plastique detonated, blowing a small hole in the door.

Havoc looked impressed, the door was made of better stuff than he initially thought it to be. "One sec, I'll make it big enough for you," he said over his shoulder as he walked towards the door.

"No, it's fine Havoc." Replacing his shield, he places a hand on either side of two doors. After bracing himself, he prized them apart, and repeated the effort on the second set of doors.

Once both sets of doors were open, they were allowed admittance to a large room that seemed to be a jungle of debri and dangling cords. There were no electricity arcs, no movement. Just hollow silence that echoed Havoc's blast.

"Must be another door in here somewhere."

"Primus forbid there be two doors. Then what would we do?" Havoc chided his friend.


Warhound walked along the left perimeter of the room, pushing his way through tables and seats. This must be a sort of mess hall, he thought. The room was littered with long tables that were either toppled on their sides, or thrown against a wall. The far end of the room was hidden from view by the collapsed ceiling, so he made his way there.

As he neared, his audio sensors were attacked by a high pitched howl. The force was burdening, as he fell to his knees covered his 'ears.' He squinted through the debri, and found Audio looking very scared and badly damaged. His eyes seemed squinted shut as if it hurt him to use them. He shoulder mounted Tuner was vibrating madly.

"Ah slag," Warhound tried to say. His voice didn't carry against the audio assault.

Havoc sprang over the counter, lunging at Audio. They tumbled head over heals once, and Havoc slammed Audio against the wall. His little fist making impact against Audio's face once, twice.

Warhound could see Havoc trying to shout at Audio, but it wasn't working. Havoc began shaking Audio forcibly, knocking the tiny bot's whole body against the wall repeatedly. Finally the attack stopped, and Audio slumped into Havoc's arms.

Sensors still ringing, Warhound stood back up, his knees shaking.

"He's out cold, Hound." Havoc looked over at Warhound, his face showing how sad he was, having to do that to his dearest friend.

Warhound picked Audio up in his arms, and looked over him. Audio had several dings in his armour, a lot of scapes and tears as if something had clawed through him. His silver armour seemed coated with an odd metallic dust.

"We need GreastTrap, or Madix."

Havoc took the cue, and walked off looking for the next doorway.

[Neo Calrissian]

Airstream's eyes snapped open.
He felt like he'd been crushed under Cybertron itself, although, that defied logic. It seemed only a table he was under, and a large one, at that. He strained to shift it, but his internal computer gave him only a 21% chance of doing so. And the numbers were always correct.

He struggled to draw one of his blades, and, when he had finally done so, began to hack at the table. His head burned with pain once again, and static fuzzed before his eyes. He was vaguely aware of other entities, transformers or no, close by, and that scared him, because 'vague' wasn't logical. He slumped back, letting his short sword slip from his hand with a clatter, and waited for assistance, because that, he decided, was logical...

[Van]

FireRain screamed in silent agony.

His entire vision was blurry, and bright red. His head reeled violently, making it seemed likehe was twirling endlessly i every direction.

His entire left side was missing it's armour. His skeletal frame could be seen in his left and hip. Conduits sparked in his torso and where his arm had once been. His left Rocket launcher tilted at an odd angle, it's hinge broken and mutilated, bent at an outrageous angle.

His mind was gone. Nothing made sense. He could not see the room he was in. He did not see the wall behind him missing.

What he did see, was an arm.

And this arm held a sword.

And this arm, though it was not his, was acting quickly.

FireRain could only assume this was his attacker, as he couldnt remember anything previous to his awakening.

He made his way towards the now weaponless arm, and reached down, gripping the table quite hard. In his delirium, and pain-gifted anger, he lifted the table and debri off the pinned person beneath.

FireRain looked down at the person, and roared with all his pain and anger at the bot, the cable tendons in his neck tightening. his voice echoing off in the distance.

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Audio came fully awake, his heightened sense of hearing picking up a familiar voice. Havoc froze his steps as Warhound turned around.

The echoing scream made Warhound paranoid, and Audio dizzy.

"FireRain," said Audio, very quietly.

Havoc shivered visibly.

Warhound looked down at his tiny friend, "Can you pinpoint his location?"

Audio closed his eyes, thinking. He shivered, thinking about his hurt friend, forgetting instantly what had just happened to him.

In his mind, the echoes made a crude map of open walls and doors. Positioning this over the map he already had memorized for the Station, he tried to locate FireRain.

"We need to go back the way we came. There is another door in the mess hall. "

[Neo Calrissian]

Airstream was becoming frustrated. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was... well, he didn't remember allot anyway, so to have more taken away made him sad. And angry. Specific amnesia from when he came to the Station wasn't logical. He banged his fist on the floor, trying to think... but he couldn't. Logic was too hard.

He was comforted by the feeling of the table pinning him being lifted. A smile came across his face...
That soon vanished.
A roar implied animalism. However, the being before him was certainly humanoid, which implied anger. Plus, the being before seemed to be roaring at him, which implied...
Airstream back-flipped from his laid position, transforming mid-air into his Lung Dragon form. As he hit the ground, he spread his paws into a fighting position, teeth bared, claws out, growling daemonically...

[Van]

Zab's hands and feet click onto different surfaces as he tried to manuver his way towards the GravGen for his quadrant of the Station. This feat wasn't too easy, as the gaping hole that tore through the Station wasn't exactly perpendicular or parallel to any direction. In fact, it seemed more at an angle.

Which cause Zab to randomly be pulled to the ground with artificial gravity, or to be suspended mid leap.

After twisting his tiny body through a hole that warhound wouldn't have been able to put his fist into, zab wound his way through a repair droid 'duct.'

A minimap displayed his approximate location, and he alighted on the ground, springing from the roof of the repair duct and forcing his diamagnetism to increase.

The GravGen was in view, and the room he was in seemed perfectly alright. What caused the commotion? Better yet, what made the GravGen to malfunction?

Faintly, Zab could hear a voice.

"Heeeeeeeeeelp! Can aaaaaaaaaaaanyooooooooooonne heeeear meeeee?"

Zab Techno-organic skin crawled. the voice kept calling for help, but it echoed off everywall and made Zab's head spin.

He quickly made his way over towards the computer panel near the GravGen. Its hundred of tiny reflective surfaces twirled and brightened as he came near, forming a single solid surface.

Zab took a tiny cable from his wrist, and found a jack near the panel, and inserted his will.

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Thrasher knelt like Atlas, the Titan that held the world. The bottom tip of a broken cylindrical room braced against his shoulders as he struggled to keep it aright.

Two sides of the room were suspended by electrical pullies. That eased the weight, but the problem was keeping the room from tilting to one side,and possible destroying more of the Station, and the Stasis pods inside.

He may be ambiguously grey, but he couldn't let so many die. He struggled to keep it angled straight.

"Heeeeeeeeelp!" He shouted into the darkness. His collective consciousness trying it's hardest to not break down from anxiety. Trying not to think they'd be stuck like that forever.

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FireRain didn't so much as blink when the bot turned into a dragon and faced him.

Instead, his battle ready instincts took over, and he reached with his right hand to his left rocket pod. Ripping it off, he used the momentum of the hinge releasing, and swung with all his might at the snarling dragon's head.

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Zab managed to restore energy to the other quadrant of the station by by-passing several firewalls and 'security decoys.

His eyes changed colours with each new function he accomplished in the computer's mainframe.

His feet hummed with energy, keeping him rooted to the spot.

Finally he found his way to the GravGen sitting idle to his side, and activated it.

It turned on and whirled into action. Zab looked through the glass wall and saw the pistons start to spin rapidly, the artificial gravity increasing quickly.

Too quickly, thought Zab. Something was wrong, and he was launched against the other side of the room. His back his the wall just as the gravity passed normal pull, and went much farther.

He reflex-changed into his Lemur form, and curled into a ball, as echoing shouts filtered through the repair-duct he had broken to jump down.

[Neo Calrissian]

Mar 1, 2009 8:16:37 GMT -5 Van said:

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FireRain didn't so much as blink when the bot turned into a dragon and faced him.

Instead, his battle ready instincts took over, and he reached with his right hand to his left rocket pod. Ripping it off, he used the momentum of the hinge releasing, and swung with all his might at the snarling dragon's head.
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Airstream's eyes widened in supreise as the pod caught him full in the face, sending skidding back. Transforming and grabbing his blade from the ground, he drew his other, lept up and held them in a defensive stance.
"What are you doing? We must stop fighting, or logic dictates we will destroy each other! Such is the lack of logic in violence!"

[Van]

OOC: Gravity is roughly 50% stronger. Not enough to cripple, but enough to ensnare movement.



Zab shivered violently, fear striking him petrified. The pleas for help stopped, and were replaced by shouts of pain. As the gravity malfunctioned and increased, Zab could hear the largest crash he had ever heard in his entire existance.

Plumes of meteor-dust, and metal shards coughed into the room Zab was hiding in roughly two minutes after the crashing sound. He blinked to clear his eyes, and coughed twice.

He tried to get up, but he felt too weak from his fear.

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FireRain's grip on his rocket pod faltered, and he released his grip on it. Not soon enough, though. He yelled in pain and dismay, as his ravaged left leg gave out beneath him and he fell to the floor- his leg at an odd angle.

He couldn't look up at the dragon anymore. His rage gave away, and he emulated human grief with low sobs. His hands covering his face, he rocked in place, ignoring his leg.

"Why!!? Whats going on!? FireRain wailed. He had completely forgotten the Lung Dragon standing before him.

[Van]

Scope had lead GreaseTrap through a maze or corridors riddled with floating debris, for what seemed like hours. Though, it really had only been about a single hour.

GreaseTrap sensed it was mostly useless endeavor, with a depressing outcome. But he couldn't let the thought take control of his mood. Instead, he concentrated the task at hand.

What happened to the Station, and why had they been separated? And by whom?

"Scope. Not to sound reprising, but I believe this is the fifth time I have seen that door. "

"You know, I think you might be right. Maybe it is an Omen, and we should see what lays beyond?"

GreaseTrap thought it funny, to use their friend's name as a pun. It always made him smile. "I agree, mayhap we can stop this incessant floating, and be able to put our feet on solid ground.

Instead of passing passed the door this time, GreaseTrap opened the door and crouched down to the side holding himself steady with a hand on the doorframe. Scope tried his aim from ground level and up, then side to side, and pulled himself forward.

He drifted slowly, peering all over, a light flashing from the end of his gun. He grunted once, signaling that it was clear for GreaseTrap to follow.

The strangest thing happened to GreaseTrap as he tried to follow after Scope. Only, the only thing he could recall, was his face rushing at the floor at velocities best left to cats, and colliding with such force, that his optics saw bright spots dance in sight.

Scope was kneeling beside him, "Are you alright? I think Zab fixed the GravGens a little too good."

"Yes, I'm fine. Just need to adjust to the increased pull. . ."

Everything seemed to be frozen in time, as the Station shook beneath them. Their audio sensors screeched in protest, as the sound drowned out all sound, and even thought.

They looked at each other blankly, and waited for doom.

[Neo Calrissian]

Mar 4, 2009 18:35:57 GMT -5 Van said:

OOC: Gravity is roughly 50% stronger. Not enough to cripple, but enough to ensnare movement.
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FireRain's grip on his rocket pod faltered, and he released his grip on it. Not soon enough, though. He yelled in pain and dismay, as his ravaged left leg gave out beneath him and he fell to the floor- his leg at an odd angle.

He couldn't look up at the dragon anymore. His rage gave away, and he emulated human grief with low sobs. His hands covering his face, he rocked in place, ignoring his leg.

"Why!!? Whats going on!? FireRain wailed. He had completely forgotten the Lung Dragon standing before him.

Airstream gasped. Suddenly, everything seemed to be harder, his body twice as heavy. Straining to move, he moved towards his opponent, who now seemed to be in distress. Logic dictated he should leave him to his deamons, and preserve himself.
And yet...
The Lung Dragon nugdged FireRain with his head, concern in his eyes.
"Are you alright?"

[Van]

FireRain looked up as a clawed hand nudged him.
Through his anguish, something clicked in his mind.

"I have no clue." He looked to his right and saw his missle pod, and left at his mangled leg and side.
"It would seem that I'm not. What happened? Why am I so tore up?" He didn't bother to hise the accusatory tone from his questions.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when a portion of the room they were in caved in, something large and solid and the size of the Stasis Chamber blocked the way. A huge gust of wind, and debris settle on the ground not too far away, the increased gravity pulling it to the floor. The resulting collision sound nearly making him deaf.

"It seems it just got a lot worse."

[Neo Calrissian]

Airstream refrained from telling FireRain of their minor confrontation. Transforming, he helped the large bot to his feet.
"I have no memory either. Perhaps we should seek out other life? It seems logical."
Airstream was in a foul mood. He had failed his numbers by not taking the logical choice of running, and now, even though the larger bot had a 61% percent chance of surviving, he was still helping him.
No, he thought. That's a big enough figure for me.

[Van]

FireRain nodded, other life...

"The rest of the Coalition should be here." He shouted. His 'ears' were ringing with an echo of the crash. He glanced around what was left of the room they were in. FireRain hoped his friends weren't beneath whatever had just crashed through the wall opposite him.

FireRain hopped along on his one good leg, then glaced at Air Stream. "I'm just going to slow you down. Go on without me. Maybe my team's medics will chance by here."



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Omen prowled along several corridors, and passed many closed doors. Many of which had windows she could peer through.

Sneering, she peeked in many of these rooms, only to find them empty, or leading off into the abyss.

Her head was pounding, it felt like Junkions were dismantling her neuro-circuitry and rebuilding her... over and over. Her audio sensors hummed like an Earthen fog-horn.

She didn't hear the crash of the Stasis Chambers. Her hands and feet shook violently, as the structure crashed into the hallway behind her. Instead of recognizing the threat, she kept prowling forward, as if nothing had happened.

Nor did she see the shadow that skirted the light, and threw a plume of dust behind her. Bright white eyes shone from a dark room and blinked as it watched her move along.

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Where should have been a Giant known as Thrashed, holding the bottom of the Stasis Chamber steady and still, was now three bots sprawled on the floor.

They lay in stasis themselves, on either side of the angular structure.


[OOC: To clearify my design- The Station is Octagonal in shape. Stasis Chamber is in the center, and resembles a prism in shape, balancing on the bottom point, and being held by electro magnets on four sides.]

[Thunderclap]

Cyberwolf heard voices. They were speaking to eachother, two of them most likely. She heard yelling, talking, growling, scratching, and a loud crash from something falling over. It was really hard to tell. They were muffled, seeming almost distant. What ever had happened, Cyberwolf didn't remember; but then again she didn't remember a lot of things.

Her room was dark, a few bricks loosen and had fallen out, leaving rectangle shaped beams of light darting across the floor. Windows and any other sources of light had been blocked by debris. Tables, chairs, almost anything. The walls had huge holes in it, enough for a fully transformed mech to fit threw. Cyberwolf only knew it was dark where she was.

She was under a flipped over table, maybe even two, in alternate mode. The tables had fallen against eachother, just a few inches above her head as she crouched down, wolf belly pressed on the bottom. It was like a miniature cave, keeping her covered and alone from getting out. No matter how much she tried, the debris didn't budge. 'What happened? Why am I under a table? Why is it dark? Why am I alone?' She asked herself, ears flattened against her head in fright as she tried to press herself closer to the back 'wall' and the floor. She covered her muzzle with her paws, optics blinking over the tops of them.

"Heeello?" She called weekly, as she had been trying to say for a while now. Her optics seemed to cloud over as she stared off into space. She was quite for a few minutes.

"Last week I had a magnificent energon party where I me a large tank guy." She said to herself at a normal voice.
"Then what?"
"I said hello, then asked him if he'd be angry at me if I dropped a bowling ball on his toes..."
"Oh really! Then what?"
"He said most likely. Then I laughed and went down a rabbit hole looking for scrap metal." She finished, her voice raising slightly with each word he said. But unknown to her, there was no party... there was no tank guy.... and definitely no bowling balls.
"But that doesn't matter now... I want to know where I am and why it's so dark!" She squeaked, beginning to tremble violently in fright. "I'm so scared!"

[Van]

Scope stopped abruptly, his hand held up in a fist. GreaseTrap stopped behind Scope, and turned 180degrees, scanning behind them with his gun.

Scope had heard something. Something almost like a child calling for help.

He tapped GreaseTrap on the shoulder, and motioned with two fingers, odd-looking fingers that weren't his own, to his eyes, then to near by doors.

The tunnel they were in was long and straight, and large enough to roll a small cargo freighter through, two raised walking platforms lined the walls on either side. The sound was quiet, so it couldn't have been too high above, or else Scope wouldn't have heard it.

Slowly, the two of them began scanning the rooms. They were in the mental wing now. Some rooms were offices for doctors, some padded rec-rooms. But most of them were for 'cracked' bots who needed special attention, and even a few organics in the surrounding systems.

GreaseTrap made a quick, sharp sound that alerted Scope he had found something.

As Scope neared GreaseTrap, the Junkion leaned into the room, shielding the majority of his torso behind the door frame, and spoke.

"Scared of what? What manner of Bot are you? Come where we might see you."

Scope was crouched on the other side of the doorway, his gun held in both hands, ready.

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Standing together, Audio and Havoc standing on either side of Warhound, they looked at the large portion of the Station that barred their way.

The portion they were facing seemed to have a Elecromagnetic link coupler in full exposure. It was sparking slightly, giving off a low pull- not enough to physically move either bot.

"Well, there goes that idea. Hope FireRain is alright."

Both Audio and Havoc nodded in agreement simultaneously. Warhound turned around and started walking in the direction they had just come from.