BIG MOUNTAIN
MATRIX TITAN CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: PEACEFUL INTRUSION.
Captivated by the thick bloom of green from all around, that led the Tamaranean princess to sprawl deep into the state of hypnosis, once the green amazons have unmasked itself its true beauty. The white pastel radiance being reflected like glitter from the heavy moisture of two full moons, have made Starfire to neglect the mission entirely, in favor of fantasizing an evening picnic between her and Silkie on this romantic looking planet. Swingling her wits back to focus, after her lungs grew accustomed of absorbing the unseen lethal gas. The humid mist, gently saturated her pores in the dense tropical world before the lush scenery was covered by the misty overcast. However it did not stop her sense of beauty being blaze through her mind, with one of the two occupants however, were far less then thrill.
"You sure this is the right spot? Seems a little. . . ritzy. Even for him." Springer, glorifying his agitation at fighting off the flying insects. Roughly about the size of a small pig that kept on swirling around his head, with Jazz, trouncing his way through the moist dirt. The new prime, reading the projection of the overall planet from his forearm. Saturated by the wet moisture that was coursing through his metallic features, the same with Springer who was equally saturated.
"According to Cliffjumpers data, no doubt. And you know damn well he has a reputation at pinning down the right spot when it comes to his reconnaissance." Jazz shutting down the projection. And like Starfire with his lax expression, wasn't bothered to the wet scenery, as he dulcet through the humid terrain." According to the updated map, this planet has become Scorponok's experimental playground. And not to make matters worse, it looks like we're pretty far from reaching his hideout. But on the bright-side, we should be able to make it through without triggering any hidden security alarms. We just need to find a quicker route to save time." Pondering for the best available solution that he could think of. Joining both Springer and Starfire of getting a good view of a vicious looking water falls from the plant infested rocky ledge.
Firmly grasping her footing to the clay dirt, afraid of being pulled in to the unforgiving force coming from the powerful falls. The cold waves of the arctic force smashes itself down against the vortex looking river from high above. Gaining a new sense of perceptive that anyone were to get caught by the massive swirling vortex, about the size of earths great lakes, their own bodies would not see the light of day ever again. Uncomfortably shuddering at the horrid idea, as Jazz unlocks what appears to be a grappling hook from his right forearm.
"You all wait here; I'll be right back in the second." Jazz warming up his energon infuse grappling hook.
"Care to fill us in what you are about to check out?" Springer taking his sweet moment at watching his own question being plopped down like a ton of bricks onto the prime commanders' head.
Looking at the stout Autobot like he took something that he has no business taking, much to the amusement of Starfire. "Shit, let me reframed of what I just said back there. There's a high-speed rail lines that is connected throughout the planet. And according to the readouts, is pretty active at transporting the goods to the main base. That's what I was about to checkout after feeling a small friction coming deep beneath the grounds. It's not certain, but it's something worth taking a look." Jazz spreading his arms out. And like a professional killer as he is, embellish his sway by leaping himself off the ledge. Vanishing within the thick tropical mist, forcing the two occupants to wait for his return.
"Doing alright?" Springer passively query of taking his sweet moment of checking the weapon grade system.
"I am doing the finest, thank you." Starfire assured at wobbling off the heavy moisture from her hair, though her fester expression remains unhinged." However, I must ask the something that's been troubling since the start of the mission. Please, who is this Scorponok exactly?". Glimpsing her bright green orbs over to Springer.
"A force to be reckoned with, through his high intellect while being back by his devastating physical force. To make things condense, he was then a rookie who climbed through the Decepticon ranks at a rapid pace. Jet fire, who was a double agent at that time, was the only person to gain complete trust from Scorponok, noted that the powerful scientist came up with a foul proof solution at dethroning Megatron from power. Say what they want about Megatron at being an overheated mad man from both sides, but one thing they cannot deny, is that he has a high degree at being a master tactician. Both inside and outside of combat. Something Scorponok didn't realize before it was too late, after his plans was expose out of the whim by Megatron. Earning the promising Decepticon a honorable discharge, by a riot cannon through his spark, and before we all knew it, was recruited by Unicron. And here we are, in this ruckus of a mission." Springer garnish at concluding his weapon inventory.
"That is indeed a dark tale, however I do at least have a better understanding of what we about to face, once we arrive to our destination." Starfire casting a warm appreciated smile to the fretful Autobot, before the heavily soaked Jazz made his leaping return.
"Okay, I've got good news and bad news. Which one of you all would like to…..oh fuck it! I'll start with the good news. I sort of found our train ride." Jazz flared in complete irritation at the current mid battle he was having with a melon size insect, after it have landed directly onto his face plate. Escaping its fate from being swatted by Jazz's burly hand.
"Sort of?" Springer questionably quarks with both arms crossed. Losing some of his patients with each foot being tap against the clay dirt.
"Bitch! Allow me to critique myself." Koshering his deep vocals through a couple of light coughs as he cordially speaks." It would seem my assessment has been confirmed, because as it turns out, far beneath this big ass mountain were standing on, is a big ass railway system. Being use to haul a large load of dark energon, and other natural resources to Scorponoks base. The bad news, there's a few guardians prowling around." Jazz peering over the edge with a grunt look." There's a cave half ways down from here. Call it our little perfect access point. All you have to do is just follow my lead and you will be alright."
"Jazz…."
The Autobot commander, turned to the blank look of the wrecker, as he was close at making another great leap. Following Springers index finger to the fidgeting look of Starfire.
"Pardon the sudden interruption Mr. Jazz."
"It's cool. Just uh…drop the Mr, makes me feel a little old and shit, ya dig?"
"My apologies, but I must state that my presence here in this reality, I am greatly limited at the things I can do. While I do retain some of my strength; I'm unable to access my natural ability for flight, as well as my other natural abilities, due to the physical nature of this reality." Starfire brittle.
Jazz looking at Springer, then at Starfire, then back at Springer as if something was broken." Okay…Well shit. Yo Springer, can you- "
"Jazz if you expect me to have her to hitch a ride on me in copter mode, forget it. The noise will attract unwanted attention from the enemies." Springer verbally pinned the promoted prime from having his final say.
" Goddammit, you have a point. Well shit. Uh…do you have a pretty good grip? Cause your gonna need it before making a long deep dive."
"Of course." Starfire brighten her innocent smile as she flex's her fist tight. Her pulsing veins begone to form through her gloves before getting a clear hint at what jazz was doing.
Kneeling down on one knee of allowing Starfire to climb over his shoulder. Coursing the troubles of differentiating Starfire's weight, being light than a feather as she comfortably clung partially around his neck. "Should've been Rodimus." Jazz sadly mumbles at joisting himself up." Hang on tight, this is going to be a little rough."
Bracing herself to the warm rush of air that was breezing through her hair, once Jazz have leaps himself over. Felting her face being stung like needles, from the thick misty moisture. Her eyes, shut tight from the stinging force as Jazz continue to zips himself right down like a spider. The same with springer, before the ever-expanding cable lock itself to a full stop. Reopening her eyes to the gaping looking cave. Bracing herself tighter once Jazz have started to swung back and forth. Breaking the cable after making a solid two-point landing on the damp stone looking surface.
Casually climbing herself down from Jazz's shoulders. Informing them that she was alright through her bright smile as they begun to venture down to a somewhat of a dark path. However, it was anything but quiet, with the Tamaranian princess kept on hearing the rushing echo's of the river, muddling its way through from all around, including right beneath the hard surface. Reaching at what appears to be an artificial dead end, with the recently constructed made gate, have barged their rocky path.
"So, have any ideas in how we go about this? Supreme commander." Springer mock through his inpatients. That same inpatients instantly flip to complete vigilant after sighting a familiar acid green light being reflected from the bars for a split second." Unless you have an idea in luring the guardians into blasting the gate open, we have a problem."
"Just chill baby, I have an even better idea. You see that thing right up there?" Jazz pointed to the small crevasse that was high above thirty feet." That right there, is a small path that should lead to the other side of that gate, where the access switch remains." Jazz grin at his own expertise to the extreme doubt of Springer.
"That's fine, but there's only one problem Jazz, none of us….." Springer shutting down his bitter words after connecting Jazz's conflicting message. Narrowly glancing his gray optics to the curious look of Starfire.
"I see now." Starfire understood jazz's intent." So, you would like me to go through the narrow path in order for me to lift the gate for you, yes? "Starfire said to the new prime as he embarrassingly shrugs.
"If you're up to it that is. That's one of the main reasons why I brought you up to this mission, because of your size and your tough durability will help us out big time, after our mini reconnaissance bots has been obliterated. But if your uncomfortable, just say the word and we will come up with something." Jazz, with a daring smile, unlock his heavy thermal rocket launcher.
"Jazz, you're at it again." Springer grossly said through his reprimands." And I strongly remember that this was supposed to be a stealth mission. Am I right?
"Fool I know that. I was just showing my many suggestions in how we go about this." He warily said. Nearly dropping his heavy weapon, after catching Starfire who was already half ways up from the crevasse." Uh Okay? A yes would be a nice answer."
"I do appreciate the concerns friend Jazz, but at least allow me to have the chance to assist myself with the mission." Effortlessly climbing up to the narrow path before reaching the open crevasse. Having next to no trouble of going through the jagged crack. The length, and width was perfect for her size as she attentively prods through. Length through shortly by Jazz, with his deep tone clearly being heard through the low volume.
"Yo, how's things going up there?"
"Everything is just fine, I'm about to reach the end. However, I'm not all that confident if I were to trigger the alarms by accident, due to the unfamiliar surroundings of such area. "Starfire whispers. Peeping through the edge of the wall after reaching the end of the narrow path. Seeing numerous natural resources, and equipment alike being lifted from the hovering freight cars, that was the size of a cruise ship by heavy loaders. The overwhelming size of such machinery, as well as the soft Munsell yellow lit area, luminate the massive facility. The size itself that could fit the entire city, with Starfire, nearly losing herself in a drunken daze from the industrial landscape. Quickly sobering back to reality at seeing a couple of guardians surgically examining every nook, and cranny for any intruders. Seeing a few more prowling about far from the distant, till her sight landed on the gate control unit nearby.
"Yeah me and Springer could see it from the other side of that gate. And don't worry about tripping the alarms, because I have something that will remedy such situation." Sensing the mischievous grin coming from Jazz. And finding out as to why, after a strong rift of an invisible force have rammed through her for a split moment." There, I just activate the E.M.P rift sensor. This powerful device here that Perceptor have created, should deactivate the security sensor within ten clicks max for a certain period time, before recharging itself." Starfire listening word for word from Jazz. Glimpsing around twice, just to assure herself that she was in a clear from the guardian's sight. Making a quiet undetected soft landing from the gap crevasse, and onto the dry metal surface." Once you get to the gate control, just pull down the switch, and the gate will be lifted. Once that is done, just stand by and relax, while we take care of these guardians. That's right baby, your about to see stealth attack in action that Springer has been bitching about as of late."
Holding down her blunt chuckle after sensing the insulting look coming from Springer. Cautiously making her way over to the control unit. Using half her strength in pulling down the seemingly jammed c-ring lever. Felting the lever itself, that has not been use for a long time. Leaving no choice but to use her full strength. Hearing the rust breaking itself from the corrosion before pulling it down. Seeing both Springer and Jazz dashing themselves from the open gate, and onto the unsuspected guardians.
The prime Autobot, luring its first victim, as he drags the squealing guardian from behind after lodging the sharp end of the grappling hook between the neck. Making quick work of the tormented Decepticon with a quick clean precision of head laceration. Springer, following Jazz's predatory approach as he plows himself down from the cable hanging crates, and onto the second guardian. Striking its vulnerable thin armor with his sword, before moving on to another. Leaving Starfire to be breathtaking by the silent massacre before her. Gesture over by Jazz, to what appears to be the trains engine once the mechanical menace has ceased.
"Alright, the energon hauler is in our possession now. And according to Cliffjumper, this hauler is a none pilot operated engine. In other words, were in the clear for the time being." Jazz plainly looking at the train entrance shutter, and the access panel." Yo Springer, now's your chance to test out the intake data censor after being reinstated. You do remember how to use it right? "Jazz prompting a smartass grin. Receiving a middle finger from the wrecker as he shoves pass Jazz. And through his flat expression, slammed his hand against the red lit touch screen of a panel. Starfire composing herself to the sudden booming bell ringing alarm.
"Relax. That just means the hauler is about ready to take off." Springer serene to Starfire. The once secured shutter entrance begun to lifts itself up once the red lit panel turns green." Alright its done, now get your sorry of an excuse hides inside. Or else I'll be doing this mission all by myself, with a full grin."
"You mean getting shot at with a happy smile. Dummy, is that your confession at being a masochist?" Jazz receiving another middle finger from the estranged wrecker, before stepping right inside to a spacious dark looking room.
Absorbed to the smooth motion of the hauler making its leave from the industrial facility, and onto the misty jungle. Following both Jazz, and Springer to the main control room just a few floors up. Looking for a decent spot to settle within the seatless control room. Observing the speed of the hauler, as it zooms passed the twisted vines of the vast jungle through the windows, till being immersed within the tropical atmosphere. Getting herself comfortable by leaning against the wall before settling next to Jazz. Noting Springer, who appears to be in stasis from the far-left corner. Both the Autobots, recovering from their heated feud, after been informed by Jazz that it might take well over two hours to reach their final destination, at which the recent promoted Wrecker was not all that happy to hear.
"Is he going to be alright?" Starfire whispers. A bit curious to the grumpy look of an Autobot. Currently rechecking his weapon system and other equipment, after more than an hour has passed.
"There's your answer right there." Jazz evenly said. Already thinking Primus for having such high confident in his own inventory." Don't even trip, he has been on his bitch period way before we even met."
"I never got the chance to say this, but you always been a great Autobot. But as a leader? I don't know how in the entire universe choose you of all people." Springer scornfully twitches at gathering his equipment.
"I know right? I've been asking the same damn question nonstop fool." Although, if I had to take a guess, it might have to do with a long track record of waltzing my sorry ass in at being a cleanup man, after a simple mission turned fuckory on numerous occasions. Including that messy fiasco with Grimlock." Jazz giving Springer a stern look behind his playful banter. "I mean really, it's not every day a Wrecker tossed a thermo bomb at the midget ass Frenzy, and hitting Grimlock instead. Springer, da fuck is wrong with you of leaving Blaster to be the trigger man for the bomb, when everybody knows he fucks up at high pressure moments."
"Up yours." Springer savagely grieve behind his closed optics." That was a onetime grave mistake on my part, that I had to repay ten-fold without losing my head. So, I will say this again, drop it."
Jazz waving off the desperate warn words from the wrecker. His hearing sensors being wiggle by Starfire's light snort, giggling at their ridiculous quarrel between them.
"Please forgive me, it's just you guys greatly remind me of my two friends, when they have the moment of the banter." Starfire fondly said.
"Your referring to Cyborg, and that weird black hair boy Robin, right?" Jazz grin at Starfire's stump look of surprise. "Nah, don't be embarrassed now. I know those two from the mile away that they have a long history at being each other's throats. Like me and this fool here." Jazz observing the improbable current nostalgia that he was seeing." That, and also, it's not hard for my sensor on what's going on in your thought process. Already started to miss them huh?"
Hugging her arms around her legs as she simply nods." I do as a matter of fact. It's not every day to be separated from the people whom I'm really close with, more than one occasion. But at the same time, I'm not concern at all, that they will be just fine once we return to base."
"That's a good mindset you have there. My former mentor loves to exploit his crazy ass sayings. One of his favorites; The more you worry, the more likely it would happen. He always like to beat the spark out of me just to get his point across. That bitch." Jazz sourly chuckle." Anyway, what I'm saying here, is that you've got one hell of a team. Despite all the bashing reports from Springer, even that hard ass cannot help, but to show respect."
"Yes, it has been a great deal of struggle for all of us, just to stop a lone threat that will cause a great deal of harm for everyone. So yes, I understand his frustrations." Starfire rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes. "Pardon me for being too eager, but may I ask a personal question?" Starfire shyly said to the half stasis look of Jazz.
"Shit, you may ask me anything. Just don't ask how I calm Grimlock from head hunting Springer, deal?"
"I was just curious, but what exactly is a Wrecker, and how does this civil war come to be in your home world? If you don't mind me asking." Instantly regretting of what she have said, with Jazz's playful demeanor slowly morphs to deep confliction.
"Damn, where do I even start? I mean I have no problem answering the second question, but as for the first? It's going to be hard to answer, since this little topic hits right at home with Springer." Jazz whisking the air through his long sigh. Raising his deep voice to the stasis Wrecker." Yo, numb nuts. I know your listening back there. So, are you going to leave her hanging, or you going to give me the go-ahead green light?"
"Like I give a crap. Most importantly, I don't know why you need my permission, when you are a Wrecker yourself. Well to my standards anyway. Now be quiet, your mouth is making too much of a racket." Springer convulsing his irritation.
"This bitch." Jazz rolling his leisure at attending Starfire's questions." Alright let's get one thing straight here, I may have been involved with the Wreckers in support, but I was never a full member. I mean hell, I was that damn close at becoming one, but the superiors pretty much bard me through disqualification. Due to, and I quote. "A loud boastful individual, would prove to be a dangerous distraction for the core." Jazz whirl his bitterness." Personality assessment test alone don't mean shit whether you qualify overall to be a wrecker. But it's all good though. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, the civil war thang. Well it all got started with one simple thing called corruption. When beings of all matter seek power, corruption will follow right behind them, before being bitten right across their ass's without felting a damn thing. The high council was no exception when they got caught with that shit before fueling their oppression to the lower class. Most notably the city of Kaon. A place that got hit the hardest after the public funds was cut less than half, is where the conflicts started. The reason why I brought up Kaon, is because that's where both Megatron, and Optimus Prime where born. As a matter of fact, those two are actually biological brothers." Jazz feeling the wave of emit surprise coming from Starfire.
"I could have never guessed." She softly said, not knowing what to say next. Sensing that she has stumble upon something that was kept from being discovered.
"Hard to believe I know. Nearly all the new recruits don't buy it. But Kaon was never a glamorous city, but a hard-working city that people bust there ass's daily just to have an honest living. It was also a big refuge for the Decepticon faction. Historically, the Decepticons was the force to be reckon with, till the eventual death of the fallen. I'm quite sure you've already been told, but the Decepticons sole purpose is not to seek, and destroy, but to protect their home world from threats. But also, to expand their colonization by force. It was then that truths were formed through a treaty. Where everyone will be treated equally, and fairly, as long no massive ruckus has occurred from either side. The peace treaty was not perfect, but it worked long enough for both sides to chill the fuck out. Thirteen million years of peace, with the Decepticons holding their end. And that's when the high council decided to shove their heads right up their ass, after the lunch of the Wrecker program a few thousand years ago. The Wrecker historically, is a special black ops unit that does the real dirty work within the shadows. Their ultimate objective, maintain peace, and order by any means, with the chances of success is slim to none. And that's were tension have started to grow, but that did not set the out brake of war. Nah, it was the discovery of a special containment units of dark energon from the sea of rust thirty years ago, is where all hell broke loose. Starting with Megatron, who recently rose from being a gladiator to leader of the Decepticons, was held in trial after being accused of leading the plot of the dark energon bombing massacre in Axiom Nexus parliament; Alpha Trion, Optimus mentor was in that parliament."
"I see he is just like us, who mourns someone whom he lost dear." Starfire through her silk words remorse.
"Don't worry about it. It's all in the past, which Optimus did just that. Don't get me wrong though, but word from someone who was close to him, did take it pretty hard. But to everyone surprise, it did not stop him from defending Megatron after having suspicions that something wasn't right. And his suspicions were proven to be correct, after finding out the whole thing was a set up, by none other than the high council through the use of the few Wreckers. And here we are today, shooting the living hell out of each other, while trying to un-fuck the mess we have cause." Jazz binding his frustrations by planting his head against the wall with a hammer like slam." During the fallout of Cybertron, we were able to dug up the council's true motives after they got assassinated. And not surprisingly, wants to pursue for more power, by having the Decepticons right under their strings for full control."
"My world went through the exact same turmoil for a long time after the assassination of my grandfather, including both my parents, before order came through once I was crowned. So, I completely understand what you, and Springer are going through." Starfire placing her palm over to the scarred metallic hand, with Jazz's blue visor brighten through the positive flow he was feeling.
"Yeah, yeah I get what you're saying." The prime deflecting his embarrassment." Less bitching, and more ass kicking if you want to see shit get done. I almost forgot to mention this, but the Wrecker core are none affiliated with the Autobots. But a separate branch, that only serves solely for the council before that branch was shifted over to the Autobots, right after the council was gutted by Macabre and the suicidal death of the Wrecker leader. That damned crazy ass Decepticon is full of surprise's after the shit he had pulled."
"If it weren't for Macabre getting to the council first. Then I would have personally ripped the sparks out, and feed it to the burners, have I known the council would be that shady." Springer, through his corrosive tone said.
"Yeah I did check out that old recorded vid of Vector Prime. And shit, I would have done the same as well Springer. But bitching about the past isn't going to make things any better. All we can do is prevent another shit like this from ever happening again. Starting with getting this mission over width." Jazz hoisting himself up, and checking the destination monitor." Get ready, we're almost there."
I must ask. Even with some form of abuse through interrogation, do you really think he's going to talk?" Starfire question.
"He doesn't have to, but his head sure will." Springer said. "If he so chooses to talk whole heartily? Good. If not, then we are going to do what we can to get the information. So, don't be afraid to get nasty. Got it? And try not to damaged his head while you're at it."
Understood his dark meaning very clearly as she gives the Wrecker a single nod. Not bitter one bit of what she is about to do that goes against everything the titans have stood, and fought for. However, she was not with them at this moment. She does not like it, but at the same time, she cannot help, but to feel some form of freedom of not holding herself back. Releasing a suffocating tension with a deep breath as the hauler made a full stop within the loading bay. Quickly recognizing the foul smell of black energon roaming right beneath the rail lines, just after hearing the main entrance door open. Cautiously strode herself from the howler and onto a bleak seemingly forgotten industrial facility. Expecting a frontal assault from the guardians, before her instinctive judgement was misconstrued.
"Don't worry, this place is completely unguarded." Springer departing from the hauler, after Jazz activated the E.M.P rift sensor." Makes a lot of sense, with no one paying a visit for over a long-extended period. But just be alert all the same. Jazz, got any plans of getting access to Scorponok's layer?"
"Yeah, but it's not going to be pretty." Jazz grimly said. "It's risky, and its slim at best. But, once we step inside, it's going to be over real quick. After we take a simple approach... by taking the front door." Jazz gaining a small fit from Springer.
"Ah shit Jazz, I knew it! But dammit fine, I'm all on board for the D.D.F. But I'm not doing the knocking!" Springer grouch. Jazz through his delight grin, lead them to the security reinforced gate.
"Please, what exactly is this D.D.F.? "Starfire question to a very displeased wrecker.
"It's an acronym for the "Ding, Dong, Fuck." Well that's what jazz called it anyway. Technically speaking, it's a very old straight forward strategy, where we professionally walk up to enemy's front door with guns blazing after blowing the door right the fuck off. Hence the word for the Ding, Dong, Fuck. Because either one of us at the end, is going to get fucked." Springer monotone. Taxing his dated scowl over to Jazz, who was in the middle of hacking the gate open. Unveiling a dull yellow lit interior of an elevator afterwards.
Adjusting to the strong surge of the elevator after it have jet stream itself down. Introduce to a wave of burning heat, that came blasting right across her face once the door lifts itself up. Leaving the elevator, and embarking into a large dark area, where they cannot help, but to see an endless desert foot hills behind the sturdy looking glass windows. What appears to be light post being lit from within, before realizing it was actually cylinders feeding the candle looking flames.
Though intense heat was not accountable for her sudden drought coming from her pores, but to the horrifying disfigure beings. Floating lifelessly within the green liquid boxed containers, right above the glass windows support rails. Feeling a few hairs being spiked up to the deep audio high pinching static sounds, that echo from all around. Looking at jazz with a lost expression, after his deep smooth tone have shifted to a similar high ringing static.
"Don't be shock, what your hearing right now is our native Cybertronian language being exchange between both parties." Springer unlocking his primary weapon after the tone from Scorponok became more hostile. "Get ready, he just giving us permission to turn his lab into a landfill. Remember what I said earlier, or else you will be seeing yourself as his little special test subject, after both me and Jazz are dumped into the incinerator." Springer refering to the desert looking landscape. Force to split apart from one another, to a twenty-foot-high dark metallic figure, that came barging down from above.
Looking at both Jazz, and Springer, till his yellow optics became brighter at the sight of Starfire. Drooling his corrosive energon none stop, while all six long looking pyramid spikes, have started to perturbed uncontrollably from his upper back. Erupting the entire area with a shot gun blast, with all six limbs expanded towards the experiment container units. Absorbing the liquid infused energon, along with the test subjects through his heavy roar.
"Oooh, that shit is just nasty." Jazz holding his consumed lubricant's from spilling out. Causing next to no damage upon Scorponok after firing his Scrapmaker.
Unblemished to Springer's heavily modified A-Four Pulsar cannon, as he hungrily linger himself over to Starfire. The Tamaranean princess, making use of her enhanced strength, and reflexes after consuming the durability enhancer, before quickly evaded Scorponoks crab looking pincer from his rapid expanded arm. Using that same expanded arm as a lacerating whip directly over to Jazz.
Momentarily distracted after his lower leg was punctured by Springer's interchangeable spike of the grappling hook. Gathering, and twisting the energon cable, towards reeling in the beseech Springer. The wrecker, desperately trying to detach the cable, before he was reeled in to the armor crushing pincers, once the former decepticon converts himself to tank mode. Leaving Springer in a desperate state of struggle in freeing himself from the deadly clutch.
"Guys, if you have anything of interest, please surprise me!" Springer shouted. His glowing gray optics, became a set of twin high beams, to the sight of the rapid rotation of the secular looking blades grinding against one another from Scorponok's back.
Starfire, charging Scorponok head on with a warrior howl. Leaping herself on top of his jagged frame with Jazz, trying with all his might in pulling back the powerful pincer. Tried to spare the foul language of the wrecker from being chewed apart. Stabbing away none stop at the back of Scorponok's neck with her sword. Causing a few sparks to fly all over her face, once successfully gouge the vital nerves of Scorponoks. Submerse at seeing nothing but a moldy blur after being wacked off by his tail. Trying to get her numb body to move from the obsessed look of the former Decepticon. His deadly pincer, remained clamped around Springer, after converting back to his standard form.
Expecting the worse mental outcome, before that dire expectation changed to a thing of nightmares. Looking up close from a nose length of Scoponoks dim translucent visor after his head was shot clean off from his body. Peeking her head up at Jazz's bright grin, and his smoke emitted Nucleon charge rifle.
"Team work bitch!" The prime Autobot, too ruptured at untangling the stiffing grin, timbered down. "See? What did I tell ya? Did I just said this shit would end quick? Springer, I think you owed your leader a nice long foot rub."
"Go screw yourself! And help me get this thing off of me!" Springer rasp, aligning half his body away from the heavy frame of the headless menace.
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Scorponok. First appearance. Transformers Num 97. Rebirth Part2 1987: Technical Data
Strength:=========9
Intelligence:==========10
Speed:=======7
Endurance:=unknown=
Rank:=unknown=
Courage:==========10
Fireblast:========8.5
Skill:=======7