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[victordrath]

The warehouse sits as inconspicuously as it did before -- except the damages taken from the Autobots' attack still haven't been fixed. There are still telltale signs of their passage through: broken doors, banged-up walls, scorch marks from lasers and such. It would be easy to follow in their footsteps should anyone, say... a Decepticon warlord,

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[chaos_gunner]

*It's almost a shame Drath isn't here. Watching a full Decepticon strikeforce descend from a shining blue sky is a privilege few people get, and even fewer get twice. Galvatron, Cyclonus, Scourge, Soundwave and Duskwing drop out of the sky in a perfect flying-V formation, Galvatron on point, all of them scanning the ground for traces of the lost Autobots. The Sweep-pack have been dispatched to check Drath's office, Galvatron figuring they can handle a couple of humans alone.*

*lands and checks the area* No guards, apparently! Decepticons, move in! *leads the way*

[satattheback]

*taps eject button*

Ravage, eject. Operation: Detection.

*find Autobots, if Autobots there be!*

[bunchofpunx]

*jumps lightly to the ground and runs on ahead, nose twitching, sensors scanning the air*

//No Autobots... not living ones, at least...//

[satattheback]

Ravage reports no living Autobot presence. *looks at Galvatron* Your orders, Galvatron?

*is secretly none too displeased with this. Having the Decepticon warlord flirting openly with his Autobot counterpart was... well, at least Megatron had been quiet about it.*

[chaos_gunner]

*optics narrow, brightening with anger*

Go in there! If they're dead I want the bodies! If they're not here... *he doesn't finish the sentence, but the way his fist clenches is eloquent enough*

[stupidityinblue]

Duskwing, a classic F-15 Seeker in blue and purple, circles the area once in jet mode, looking for enemy forces nearby. Seeing none, he hovers and folds into robot mode, dropping lightly to the ground after Ravage disappears into the building. Hearing Galvatron's latest order, he falls in behind whoever is last in--Scourge or Soundwave.

We're looking for Autobots who may or may not be dead, and Galvatron is pissed about it? I don't get it. What the slag is up? Duskwing scowls; has he gone and screwed himself by not listening again?

[hidden_watcher]

*happens to be beside Duskwing, and glances over at him*

*quietly* Where did you come from, anyway? *he can't put his finger on why, but something about this blue Seeker is making him feel twitchy*

[stupidityinblue]

"Huh?" Duskwing looks at Scourge blankly for a minute, then his expression changes to one of sheepishness. "Uh, well, actually, I was last at Station XD-3348. My commander before that didn't like me much. Someone at this end must have figured they needed fighters, and finally remembered that I was still out there and recalled me." The blue and purple Seeker shrugs.

Scourge will recognize Station XD-3348 as a barren rock out in the middle of nowhere, traditionally the assignment of screw-ups, troublemakers and incompetents.

[bunchofpunx]

*Soundwave has let the rest of the cassettes go, and they've fanned out ahead in their own little search pattern*

*so it's Frenzy, ever over-keen, who bumps into the two interchangeable goons in body armour who were waiting around the corner*

*yells over his shoulder* Contact!

*doesn't bother with his gun, plunging straight in with fists swinging. They're only squishies.*

[chaos_gunner]

*and then several million volts of molten death scream past Frenzy's head as Galvatron rounds the corner, levels his gun and fires all pretty much in one movement. The two humans go flying, one of them smoking slightly, the other stunned by the force of the bolt going by him*

Was that it? *scornfully* I really hope that wasn't the best our enemy can do!

Now, all of you! Find me anything there is to find of Rodimus Prime!

[bunchofpunx]

*sniffs the air and runs on, loping down the corridors, pausing to look and nose at the scorched walls, the broken hinges, the signs of battle that line the route. A drunken Stunticon could track the Autobots' progress through the building, but Ravage keeps his attention on the task anyway. There might yet be some kind of trap in store, after all.*

*and yet there is nothing amiss, only a couple more guards easily dispatched, until the trail ends at a locked door. Ravage sniffs along the lower edge of the door, sensors twitching at the hint of Cybertronian metal and oil.*

//Autobots. And a strong lock.//

*looks at Soundwave, and then at Galvatron*

[chaos_gunner]

*nods*

Good work, Ravage! Stay back!

*draws himself up, arm extended, and fires at the lock. The door, being only human steel, melts under the blast from his cannon like butter, glowing and warping and falling away in ruin. And Galvatron strides forward, confident as ever, into the darkened cell beyond, the others crowding to follow him.*

((GTG - will do more of this later I promise!))

[hidden_watcher]

*sharp-eyed in the dark, is the first to notice the sprawled shapes dumped in the back of the cell*

*tries to clear his vocaliser, which suddenly feels oddly choked* Galvatron... *points*

[chaos_gunner]

*doesn't exactly charge forward, as there isn't really space for a proper charge, but is suddenly and forcefully beside what is left of Rodimus Prime* *kneels, ignoring the other four bodies*

Get me a light!

*Rumble obliges with a flashlight pulled from somewhere, and Galvatron makes a sound that's half hiss, half snarl as the beam strikes upon the Prime's body. Rodimus's colours haven't faded fully yet, but his body looks dulled; his head is fallen back and his limbs are draped loosely in a pose that would be beautiful if only there were a hint of light behind the dead glass of his optics*

Rodimus...

*his hand moves to the latches of the Prime's chestplate and flips the panel open... and he freezes in shock*

What is this?!

*the light of the torch clearly reveals the grey, hollow, seemingly dead shell of the Matrix still lying in its bearer's breast. The casing is there, but the spark - like Rodimus's - has simply gone...*

[firstlieutenant]

*horrified gasp* *is at Galvatron's side in a moment, looking down at Rodimus's remains*

How is such a thing possible? *tentatively* Galvatron...?

[chaos_gunner]

*swings around, optics blazing* *raises both fists, glaring, aura flaring dark and wild and shattered with fury*

DRATH!!! You will suffer for this-!