These Decepticons are even dumber than I thought. Prowl gazes around his cell, his servos in cuffs behind his back. He might have been able to get out of them that is if he had a clue as to how these particular cuffs were designed. To make matters worse he's fairly sure they spiked his Energon with something that's hampering his battle computer. Especially since he can't even think logically enough to try and figure out how to get out of the cuffs. That part, at least, they were smart about. Their one, big, stupid mistake? Only idiots would throw Speedeagle in the same cell as Prowl, never mind that her legs are tied together and her wings tied down.

Maybe the Decepticons think it's a good idea since Speedeagle had lost her ability to talk coherently a long time ago and acts hostile towards every Decepticon who comes into her range of sight. Prowl can only sit back and watch, internally shaking his helm. She isn't a threat to him; he can see that in her body language. The only thing bothering Prowl is her optics. They'd started out a relatively normal blue when they'd both woken up the first time. Any time Speedeagle got too vicious the 'Cons stuck her with another tranquilizer and every time she'd woken her optics had gotten a shade lighter.

There isn't too much of a difference between the individual shades but this had happened enough times that her optics are now a very light blue only a few shades short of white. According to his internal chronometer they'd been captives for nearly two solar cycles now. Prowl is roused from his thoughts when their captor (the one who'd shot them) Oilslick walks in. Speedeagle snarls at him in warning and Prowl quiets her with a flick of his uninjured doorwing. She complies but her optics are trained on the mech as he walks up. "I do hope you find your accommodations befitting your rank." Prowl just ignores the jab, rising to the bait won't do him or Speedeagle any good, especially if he allows himself to get aggravated by the Decepticon.

Oilslick just keeps on talking "Surely you're not still hoping for a rescue? We're well outside the jurisdiction of your beloved precinct. Then there's those two idiots from Iacon, the consultants, yes? They grew to be too much of a problem but they've been dealt with." Prowl does a sharp intake but Speedeagle covers the sound up with a feral, low growl. The Decepticons are known for their ways of "dealing with" problem mech. Meister and Dino though, they were Speedeagle's teammates, most likely undercover Ops, there's simply no way that the Decepticons could offline them so easily. Prowl's battle computer wars with his spark, only another low growl from Speedeagle getting his attention once more.

"We'll be arriving at our destination in a few more solar cycles" Oilslick turns his gaze to Speedeagle, silently goading her before doing so aloud. "Your master has requested that his lost pet be returned to his care." She snarls, her optics now blazing white. Prowl senses that there's been a drastic change in her demeanor. This isn't the Speedeagle who'd taken the hits for him since they arrived, who'd been watching his back for solar cycles without him knowing; this is a deranged animal. Oilslick smirks and turns to go "I was hoping you'd still be functional when we arrived, but it looks like you're a dead mech walking. Goodbye Prowl" Oilslick calls over his shoulder before sealing the door shut behind him.


Rage takes over her systems as easily as cycling air. How dare this bot imprison her, threaten those she care about, and expect to get away with it. Fire forms in the back of her throat and she twists onto her back, breathing fire on the cuffs chaining her claws, never mind that she's hurting herself as well. They come apart and she tears at her other cuffs and the ropes tying down her wings until everything clangs to the floor. She flips to her pedes, wings flaring out until they hit the walls of the cell, still bent. She growls and furls them back in to look around.

There's a black and white Praxian in the corner watching her and she takes a step towards him before stopping. Something tells her she shouldn't kill him, that he's safeguarded by someone far more dangerous than her. She turns and looks over the walls and ceiling instead, because this cell does not agree with her at all. The ceiling seems to be the weakest so she scales the wall and sinks her claws into the ceiling with all the force she can muster. Her talons bend and eventually punch through the metal, allowing her to make a hole she can climb through.

An alarm goes off, a quite loud, annoying one at that. There's the sound of what she assumes is pedes running beneath her. Before a somewhat deep voice speaks "Where'd she go?"

"Does it matter?" the voice that answers is much deeper and belongs to the mech she left in the cell. She's not sure that the first mech won't hurt the one she left. That would be bad, she's quite certain that would end badly for…everyone. Some quick navigating gets her to a grate above the intruding mechs and she springs down at them.


The two guards that ran in have their weapons brandished and Prowl's incapable of calculating whether or not he's safe. Speedeagle drops down from the ceiling, tearing open one mech's neck cables to kill him. The mech falls forward and his helm hits the button to open the cell door. The other mech is busy shooting at Speedeagle and doesn't notice Prowl until he delivers a hard kick to the mech's legs, knocking him flat on his back. Without being asked Speedeagle pounces and finishes the second mech like she did the first.

Then her optics turn to Prowl, but he doesn't flinch at the madness lighting them, flinching would imply fear and he didn't want to think about what the mad assassin, because she is clearly an assassin, would do if she thinks he's afraid. Speedeagle walks around him and pulls off the cuffs, effectively freeing Prowl. "Thank you" he grabs a blaster and a rifle off the fallen mechs. "We need to get off this transport, but first things first, can you find Oilslick?" Speedeagle gives him a curious look, clearly not understanding. Prowl indicates the mech's height with a servo "He mentioned Shockwave?" Her optics darken and she gives him a sharp nod before trotting out the door. Prowl follows close behind, storing the rifle in his subspace while keeping the blaster in servo. Speedeagle's rage doesn't seem to have ebbed, but she lets Prowl take point.

Prowl shoots down any Decepticons they come across, using corners and doorways to avoid blaster fire, Speedeagle disappears soon after he takes the lead. While using a corner for cover he hears the clang of several mechs hitting the floor back the way he came. Prowl glances back to find Speedeagle standing by a few corpses and she nods before heading off once more. There's not many Decepticons on the transport and they finish clearing them out soon after that particular incident. There were maybe about twenty mechs, but Oilslick isn't among their number. "He'd be at the bridge then" Prowl reasons before glancing at Speedeagle "Are you coming?" She nods her rage seems to have fled, and if the way she trails after Prowl is any indication, she needs to recharge. Oilslick is the only one present in the bridge and is waiting for them when they arrive. "Quite a show you two put on" he grins maliciously. "Though I honestly can't believe I just lost almost all of my men to a mere Enforcer and a deranged femme."

"There is no way for you to win." Prowl answers, he motions for Speedeagle to watch the door. Oilslick watches slink back out of harm's way with contempt in his optics.

"On the contrary, it seems that all three of your pets can't help you anymore, you can't possibly beat me on your own."

"Why not? As you just said I essentially took out your whole crew on my own." Prowl doesn't like the mech's tone; he's far too smug, like he has some trump card yet to be played. Oilslick hits a switch and Prowl's blaster flies out of his servo, attaching to a magnet on the other side of the room. Oilslick pulls out the tranquilizer gun that was used on them before.

"Surrender, if you know what's good for you" the Decepticon grins maliciously and Prowl decides on the spot that if he makes it out of this mess, he'll join the Autobots. The Decepticons had done enough damage to every city and bot on Cybertron, regardless of their allegiances; being neutral meant nothing to these mechs; as is evident by their intrusion in Praxus. Besides, if Oilslick had been lying earlier about Speedeagle's teammates being dead, Prowl would enjoy a second chance to work with them.

"I have a better offer: tell me which Enforcer helped you and I'll just arrest you." If they are permanently offline though, both he and Speedeagle owe it to them to finish what they started.

"No thanks" Oilslick levels the gun and fires off a shot that whistles past Prowl and knocks Speedeagle out cold on the floor instantly. A gun goes off and Oilslick jerks, staring at Prowl with wide optics.

"A very illogical decision on your part" Prowl responds, tucking the rifle back into his subspace. Oilslick hits the floor as his optics go dark and Prowl turns his back. He'd warned Oilslick there would be consequences and while the Enforcer in him didn't think that such drastic measures were necessary, his spark told him that the Decepticon needed to pay for what he'd done. Prowl does a quick round of the ship, only finding a few spare cubes and some ammo but nothing that was stolen from the armory or Energon stores. He subspaces what he can carry in case more Decepticons show up later on. The ship is on autopilot and moving at a slow pace so Prowl just collects Speedeagle off the floor of the bridge and disembarks to find a place to hunker down until they're both ready to walk back to Praxus.