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Struggling in his chains Ratchet hissed as they burned the suddenly exposed circuitry beneath his plating. He really shouldn't have let his guard down, Ironhide would be giving him a smart afted comment about that sure enough. Later, when he'd gotten out of these pit forsaken chains. Internally the medic was already playing his revenge. He would dismantle the fragger, that was for sure, but he wasn't so sure if he would stay the gentle medic with the glitch or rather set his sensor nodes onto an even higher perception grade and dismantle him then...Primus knew the 'Con deserved it. Yet Ratchet knew himself far too good as well. He might be thinking about doing something as cruel as that, but in the end he wouldn't really do it. After one or two plates at the latest he'd turn the sensory grid off completely or even send the mech into stasis-lock and store his spark in a containment unit where he would survive for at least twelve eons. Until he got to do that though, he'd have to get out of the energon chains and that would either require one of his team mates to notice that he was tied up in his own med bay, a Decepticon holding him hostage, or a burst of strength to actually spring himself out of this tight fit.

Something clicked right behind him and Ratchet briefly stilled his movements, trying to look back over his own shoulder plating to see what was going on. Standing there with an expression as self satisfied as only a 'Con could look, his captor was crouching for a lack of a better word and apparently chuckling in mirth if the high chips and squeaks were to be taken for amusement. His chassis shook faintly, plating edges rubbing over one another and producing a sickeningly screeching sound that made Ratchets tanks tremble faintly. Most surprising though were surely the shadowy figures behind the Decepticon, parts of their frames were high lighted by the glow of the energon chains they were all caught up in. Ironhide was forced, with a quick hit to his lower legs, to kneel down next to the medic, Optimus Prime falling to his side only a few steps behind the weapons expert, shifting around and opting to sit against the wall, seeing as their captor wasn't preventing him from doing so Ironhide gathered that moving had to be allowed and scrambled a little closer to Ratchet.

"Got ya 's well eh?" His friend chuckled uneasily and the medic was severely tempted to throw something at him. It appeared as if all the hope they had left against the mech now towering over all of them from Ratchets own main repair berth was the still free Bumblebee who had informed them that he would be cruising the highways up towards Canada with Sam for the next two earth months.

The whole Autobot forces minus their young scout had been taken in by one single Decepticon...their whole base subdued and at the mercy of one very warped mind.

Scorponok had really taken over it seemed.

And the little slagger knew it if the way he was chirping and spinning around on the repair berth was anything to go by.

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(Ratchet/Scorponok/takeover )