Chapter Two: Instruments of Destruction Dec 14, 2009 16:19:27 GMT -5
Post by Neo Calrissian on Dec 14, 2009 16:19:27 GMT -5
++Somewhere beneath Industrial Works AA-233++
In a giant dug-out below a collapsing old warehouse, hundreds of Autobots are hanging on the words of a single transformer, standing in the centre of them. Many are hanging from the ceiling supports so that they can hear him. This is the Autobot Hellraiser, a fearsome military leader, who spends most of his time leading highly trained terrorist cells deep in Polyhex and Darkmount.
Not today, however.
Today he is with his comrades, to discuss what he believes will be the turning point in the Cyertronian civil war.
Next to him is Lightningrod, a small, nervous character, a renowned scientist who is revered by all peace lovers. If it were up to him, he would not be here. There are many calculations to complete if he wants to have his peaceful colonies working on ethically derived energon by the end of the deca-cycle. But he has agreed to appear here today, to explain the workings of Hellraiser’s plan.
At the back of this meeting, seven robots are standing, crushed in by the sheer numbers of other transformers around them. Even though they are within a few feet of each other, they have already lost sight of each other as they are swept into the huge, moving hive of activity. Voices are all around them. They are confused and worried about their comrades. Some they have been working with for deca-cycles. Some they met only a few cycles ago. But all consider themselves not really so important.
At least, not yet.
Highstacker felt like he couldn’t breathe. He was used to the freedom of the rooftops, the open spaces, and the silence of the night. Now, he was out of his element. He shuddered as he was pressed in by other transformers, as his thoughts were drowned out by the collective mutterings of the robots around him, amounting to a single, deafening scream…
Nexus, however, was taking a more constructive approach. Grabbing the closest familiar face, the guard who had led them in, he muttered urgently.
“Come, we shall be suffocated among these jittery fools if we remain.”
He started shoving his way back to the door, carving a path with fist and boot. He had discovered a newfound respect for the guard- he did not mince his words, and had put Nexus in his place earlier. They found their way back to the door, and gave a sigh of relief as the noise lessened; the Autobots were quietening down to listen to Lightningrod. They lent back against the wall, and the guard grinned at Nexus.
“Thanks for that. Sorry about earlier. What’s ya name? Don’t think we got properly introduced.”
Nexus grinned back.
“Nexus,” He replied. “Third Lycan of the Cult of The Void. Nice to meet you.”
(OOC: Take it away, claustrophobic buddies )