Fury was evident, Korlonium was banned in many places and it's uses - outside killing Seibertronians - was limited, there was much cause to be angry and concerned at its presence.
Caution should probably be the more prominent feeling but after a day like today, Cyclonus didn't care.
If the barrels hadn't already caused a clear path to the origin point of the problems, angry, sharp warrior alien did.
The voices from a gathering of people became clearer and the group was stood beside a toppled cart with certain barrels on.
But as the voices became clearer Cyclonus heard what they were talking about.
"SHIP!" A voice barked "Our hole! Your ship!"
"I… I don't own a ship? I was brought here on a ship though! Kinda purple… lavender-y? Oh! The Wing-bits were swooped forwards!-" followed afterwards, a rushed sentence but enough to get more anger to flourish within his spark.
This fucker AGAIN?!
The group also seemed to bristle with some anger even before Cyclonus pushed himself into the scene
"I hate you so, so much" He made sure to add quickly in an Earthen tongue.
"What are you doing!?" Cyclonus shrieked in his own language, grabbing the attention of everyone important in the group, causing all attention to be on him.
"You!" The slug gurgled, it's language recognisable enough for Cyclonus to understand "How dare you use our bridge!" It was not as tall as him but the slug still tried to square up to Cyclonus.
"YOUR bridge!?" The anger in his voice didn't ebb away "YOU have no bridge! Space Bridges are OUR thing by law!"
"You will not live to tell our little secret! Not that it matters anyway!" The slug was doing it's best to be intimidating.
"And THIS! Why do you have THIS Acid!?" Cyclonus barked back, finding most of his energy was diverted to the thought of 'don't move, don't start a fight now'.
"Exactly, we have your precious technology and your sort won't bother us again!" The slugs gloating rant was disrupted by an angry hiss from the side.
That fucking idiot was attacking them, not that Cyclonus cared anymore, he wanted to rip this fucker's head off his body, but one of his spindly followers jumped forwards, it's limbs balancing on top of two barrels containing Korlonium.
Well, that small reminder put a different light on this situation.
Cyclonus turned and ran, at this point, with everything going on, it was better to just cut his losses and run.
Screw it.
It was no surprise this caused an explosion of action behind them as the group surged forwards
It was definitely time to leave this place.
"Coward! Tell your ugly big-horned boss we're after him!" The Slug roared "Lerge will defeat him!"
Cyclonus didn't have the time or patience to register those words, who would really take the time to listen to their pursuer in a chase.
He did hear a vague set of grunts and a thump behind him.
Even without turning around it felt like there were fewer people like it slowed down, but it too was unimportant.
Why stop for anything during a chase?.
Certainly, bystanders and other shop-goers were already clearing the street in anticipation.
Stairs? Stairs were easy, big leaping strides, go over more than one step every time.
The top was reached in no time.
Something was still behind him, roughly, but he couldn't see it.
The only thing he wanted to see was his ships doors as they welcomed him in.
The lights of the craft hummed and popped to life but they were too slow for his running, only lighting up once he had passed.
The ship was home, it was calming and the furore of the chase became less of a weight on his mind.
Cyclonus could feel himself breathe again, the space around him became a bit more focused as he relaxed into his pilot's chair.
He got here, they did not catch him and they… Did not know who he was?
Big-horned boss?
Cyclonus slammed his hands onto the controls before him.
Sloppy and messy but the half-assed commands still got enough of the job done.
The ship closed its doors and the engines spluttered loudly, the atmosphere was filled with a loud whirring noise as the ship powered up and began to rise.
Clasping the controls Cyclonus shoved them forwards and the ship darted forwards.
Barely missing the tops of all the other parked ships the purple jet-like craft cut through the space around it leaving the space station behind escaping through the maw it entered in.
Cyclonus didn't stop.
He was away, yes, no one following him.
But…
He just wanted to be far away from that head right now.
The nearest Space Bridge was easy to reach, barely a few nano-kliks away, certainly not at the exorbitant speeds he was going anyway.
The Space Bridge responded to his ship, as it did with all ships, and Cyclonus was coughed out the other end to a new series of stars.
Several millions of miles away from Unicron's Head.
It'd certainly be a while before he went back there again.
It was good.
Nicer.
Calmer.
Not… Quieter…
While the day had been escaped, all the mess and confusion and utter… bizzarity of the past had been mentally closed away upon leaving the space station, other things had not.
The entire room was filled with deep gasping.
Cyclonus spun around, in the chair next to him that damn human was still there.
Curled up tightly on the chair it was holding a wooden bat, detailed with a tiny bit of slime, no doubt from Lerge.
It's breathing was visible for all to see, it's chest rising and expanding with each breath and deflating quickly with each exhale. A lot of the noise coming from how the human was managing to take in half of its breaths through its nasal extremity and half in noisy oral gasps.
The backpack was pressed up against the chair as it had paid no mind to it when trying to squeeze itself as far back into the chair as possible. Riding up it's back the backpack was practically resting upon its head, pushing its mop of fur over its face, barely covering wide glistening eyes that were glazed over, barely taking in the surroundings.
It looked like hell.
It was hell, the blasted bad luck charm.
"Ah, for fuck's sake" Cyclonus hissed.
He was stuck with this thing AGAIN.
It barely moved to his words or presence but Cyclonus did.
Not bothering with the human or anything else Cyclonus stormed out the room.
He was going to bed.
Fuck it.
Just fuck this day.
"Should we follow it?"
"No, let's just keep a note of its Spark signature just in case it shows up again"
The Sharkticon didn't fully process the words it could hear through its bond to its masters.
It had just watched the other Sharkticon sent to observe die and then the cell following its target get obliterated.
"Should we worry about that acid?"
"No, this place is still weak and it was just a unshielded cell…"
"Why worry? Many of them come here, still do, nothing has happened"
"The longer this goes on the more likely something WILL happen, besides they've never come in this far inside before"
"Acknowledged, what of the alien with it?"
"Seems more of a tagalong, clueless and useless, A little curious, however, I do not think it's kind is space-worthy yet…"
"We will take a look at its planet, just to confirm"
"Excellent, seal up as many entrances as possible, we don't want any more interlopers"
"Acknowledged"