Elita lied motionless on the floor of her cell. She was in agonizing pain, yet she felt… fulfilled—the seeker was certainly exquisite. Megatron's look, however, frightened her to the core. After it was all said and done, the Decepticon leader spoke to her; he explained the extensiveness of his plan. He told her that she wasn't meant for Starscream, that what happened was merely to get him riled up. He even went so far as to list off her 'sisters' and who they were intended for. This only served to anger her further, though she felt helpless and thus unworthy to consider herself as their leader. At that moment, Elita-one would welcome a quick death, knowing that was the inevitable outcome once she and her females carried out their purpose.
Outside of the Decepticon base…
"The place is surrounded," Ironhide grumbled. "How are we gonna get in?"
Kup assessed the situation, the cy-gar moving from one corner of his mouth to the other. He narrowed his optics as he went from one guard to the next. Had Perceptor joined them, moving in would be a piece of cake. The veteran mumbled as he shifted against the large rock. "Alright, this is what we're gonna do: Blurr, I want you and Drift to dispose of the guards while the rest of us break through the barriers. If you have any trouble, call in Ironhide."
"What?"
"You're riding on emotion… It'll compromise the mission."
The weapons specialist scoffed in Drift's direction. "What do you know about emotion? You're a Decepticon."
"I was a Decepticon. Was."
"It makes no damn difference to me."
Kup ground his teeth against the cy-gar. "Enough or you'll both compromise the mission," he said. "We gotta get those girls out as quickly and as safely as possible. Ironhide, do as you're ordered and stay here unless called in. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Alright, let's move."
Blurr and Drift snuck closer to the facility, using the massive rock outcrops as cover. Outlining the perimeter of the base—drones, packing heavy weaponry, awaited their arrival; dome-shaped heads turning slowly, taking in their surroundings. "They're huge," Drift whispered. His partner looked to him: "Ready?" The sword-wielder gave a short nod, and the two transformed.
As Blurr went one way, Drift went the other. The drones fired up their battle protocols and began their attack. Bullet after bullet peppered the landscape as the two sports cars raced around their enemies, confusing them. The Maserati was the first to be hit, forcing him to transform. "I just got that fixed," he sneered, running a hand along part of the exposed wheel well. Blurr wiped out his pistol and began firing back.
"—back of the neck!"
He glanced to the Silvia as it swerved to a stop. Drift transformed and unsheathed his swords. "Hit them in the back of the neck. It's a weak spot." With that, he hopped onto one of the drones and ran the blades through the pliable metal, severing the spine and disrupting the drone's the signal flow. Blurr followed his lead; and, soon, the entire army was incapacitated.
Meanwhile, the rest of the Wreckers were in the midst of tearing down the thick barriers blocking the entrance. "It won't be long before they figure it out," Springer warned. Kup looked to their communications officer. "Blaster, anything?"
"No, sir. Nothing."
"Huh."
"You'd think Soundwave would've picked up on us, by now."
Kup had a worried look upon his face as they tore down yet another wall of metal.
Drift and Blurr soon joined them. "We got a problem—"
"—found an alarm system in the drones," Blurr added. "Decepticons know we're here."
"It's almost too easy." Kup bit down upon his cy-gar and signaled for his men to stop. They were at the last barrier and the old Autobot could almost feel the dangerous setting they now found themselves in. "Is it familiar to you, Drift?" he asked. The larger mech approached the wall, placing a hand there. "An ambush, perhaps… Then again, they could be completely oblivious."
"Keep in mind; these guys are hyped up on pheromones. Try to stay focused. Don't let yourself get carried away."
"Understood."
The small group carefully broke through the last barrier and ventured further into the base. They moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors, seeking out the entrance to the holding cells. Kup slowly came to a stop as they neared a corner. He peered around the edge, spotting two armed guards watching over the brig's only entrance. He gestured to his men, sending Drift in first.
It was easy, taking down the two bots, but something didn't sit well with the former Decepticon. Drift tightened his grip upon the hilt of his sword, now stained with the blood of his former brethren. It wasn't too long after that, the Wreckers found themselves surrounded.
Kup released an exasperated sigh. "Dammit."