A really short update this time. Enjoy.
Chapter Eight:
The table that they had sat around so many times before lacked that certain gleam that they were all used to. It looked dirty. Something was up, he sensed, yet Sideswipe was unable to put his finger on it. The atmosphere in the Maximal Elder Chamber was tight, to say the least. The four distinguished members had sat here for most of the Cybertronian morning and the debate was heating up. Against him, it seemed. He glanced over the others, watched as Bludgeon strutted whilst he spoke: as Dirge nodded with every point he raised: as Warpath rubbed his temples, the strain of the day obviously was getting to him.
"He won't let you pass" Sideswipe said, "How many times do I have to tell you that Bludgeon?" He turned to the window, staring through to the morning sun that hung over Cybertron's current ephemeris. Bludgeon snorted. "He'll have no choice. We'll storm the place if need be, but we must have access to Primus. It's the only thing that can reverse this. . ." He searched for the word. ". . .aberrant Cybertron." He sauntered until he stood by Sideswipe's chair. He didn't appreciate the proximity the ex-Decepticon had given the two. "I say we vote on the issue," he looked deep into Sideswipe's optics, "All in favour?" Sideswipe looked to the others, seeing Dirge's hand in the air. "Aye" he said. His glance turned to Warpath, who looked over at him. "Sideswipe," he began, "This is not our world anymore. Nobody wanted this." He raised his hand, "Aye." Sideswipe returned his gaze to Bludgeon, who continued to stare. "I can't allow this," he said and lowered his head. "Unfortunately" Bludgeon smiled as he withdrew his sword. It gleamed sending a sliver of light against Sideswipe's visor. "You don't have a choice." He raised the sword and everything to Sideswipe seemed to slow. He saw the sword come down: saw his arm detach from its mounting. The blade was swung again. And it was the last thing Sideswipe's optics registered. "The 'ayes' have it," sneered Bludgeon, bringing his sword to his side.
"Get some service droids to gather the pieces," said Bludgeon, "And dump it out by the Falls." He wiped the mech-fluid from his blade. Warpath stood, walked quickly to the window: putting his hands against it. "Was that necessary?" He asked. Bludgeon laughed, "Probably not. But it was fun." Warpath turned as two service droids entered the room and began to gather the pieces that had once been Sideswipe. "Wait," Bludgeon said; the service droids halted, "There's one more." He turned to Warpath and raised his blade once more. And the last words the Maximal aural sensors filtered through were: "For the glory of Unicron. Decepticons forever!"
Bludgeon breathed heavily. It had been a long time since he had raised his blade in combat and it had been as easy as ever. Primus' guard didn't stand a chance. Not once he had collected the others and Unicron's army was complete. He turned to Dirge and said: "Tell the others to prepare. Iacon falls soon." Dirge saluted him, "Yes sir" he uttered and turned. "Oh," Bludgeon murmured, stopping Dirge where he stood, "Let's make this entertaining. Notify Swoop of our visit. And tell him he will not stop us getting to Primus."
Chapter Eight:
The table that they had sat around so many times before lacked that certain gleam that they were all used to. It looked dirty. Something was up, he sensed, yet Sideswipe was unable to put his finger on it. The atmosphere in the Maximal Elder Chamber was tight, to say the least. The four distinguished members had sat here for most of the Cybertronian morning and the debate was heating up. Against him, it seemed. He glanced over the others, watched as Bludgeon strutted whilst he spoke: as Dirge nodded with every point he raised: as Warpath rubbed his temples, the strain of the day obviously was getting to him.
"He won't let you pass" Sideswipe said, "How many times do I have to tell you that Bludgeon?" He turned to the window, staring through to the morning sun that hung over Cybertron's current ephemeris. Bludgeon snorted. "He'll have no choice. We'll storm the place if need be, but we must have access to Primus. It's the only thing that can reverse this. . ." He searched for the word. ". . .aberrant Cybertron." He sauntered until he stood by Sideswipe's chair. He didn't appreciate the proximity the ex-Decepticon had given the two. "I say we vote on the issue," he looked deep into Sideswipe's optics, "All in favour?" Sideswipe looked to the others, seeing Dirge's hand in the air. "Aye" he said. His glance turned to Warpath, who looked over at him. "Sideswipe," he began, "This is not our world anymore. Nobody wanted this." He raised his hand, "Aye." Sideswipe returned his gaze to Bludgeon, who continued to stare. "I can't allow this," he said and lowered his head. "Unfortunately" Bludgeon smiled as he withdrew his sword. It gleamed sending a sliver of light against Sideswipe's visor. "You don't have a choice." He raised the sword and everything to Sideswipe seemed to slow. He saw the sword come down: saw his arm detach from its mounting. The blade was swung again. And it was the last thing Sideswipe's optics registered. "The 'ayes' have it," sneered Bludgeon, bringing his sword to his side.
"Get some service droids to gather the pieces," said Bludgeon, "And dump it out by the Falls." He wiped the mech-fluid from his blade. Warpath stood, walked quickly to the window: putting his hands against it. "Was that necessary?" He asked. Bludgeon laughed, "Probably not. But it was fun." Warpath turned as two service droids entered the room and began to gather the pieces that had once been Sideswipe. "Wait," Bludgeon said; the service droids halted, "There's one more." He turned to Warpath and raised his blade once more. And the last words the Maximal aural sensors filtered through were: "For the glory of Unicron. Decepticons forever!"
Bludgeon breathed heavily. It had been a long time since he had raised his blade in combat and it had been as easy as ever. Primus' guard didn't stand a chance. Not once he had collected the others and Unicron's army was complete. He turned to Dirge and said: "Tell the others to prepare. Iacon falls soon." Dirge saluted him, "Yes sir" he uttered and turned. "Oh," Bludgeon murmured, stopping Dirge where he stood, "Let's make this entertaining. Notify Swoop of our visit. And tell him he will not stop us getting to Primus."