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Defile the Crypt
In the vast emptiness of space, a lone figure waits drifting in the vast void. But he was not alone for longer then a few cycles. A massive ship slowly moved closer to the figure. He gave a satisfied nod as the red emblem became clear in his failing image receptors.
'Just as planned.' Thought the Decepticon Sixshot. His power was fading and his wounds were causing what few still operational systems he had to slowly shut down.
The Red Autobot emblem on their drifting graveyard was a welcome sight. Inside were the remains of hundreds of destroyed autobots . He would have all the parts and power he would need. With his only arm he gripped the railing and pushed in a simple code and overrode the main door, which opened steadily. Sixshot fell inside., with a grunt of pain.
'Now…' He pushed himself up on unsteady legs. 'repairs.' It was with a grim sense of irony that Sixshot looted the Autobot crypt. He himself had put many of them in these cramped vertical coffins. HUFFER was printed across on in both the cybertronian and human letters. The Grave-robbing Decepticon ripped the plasma-steel cover from the crypt and watched as the little Autobot's body fell out. A quick glance told him that there were few compatible parts but he had to make due. Using the torch in his remaining arm he cut away what he could use and left the Autobot's violated remains laying face down on the floor as he moved along.
He moved from one resting place to another opening each and taking what he could use. IRONHIDE, PROWL, WHEELJACK, WRATCHET, BRAWN, all were opened and violated in the same fashion as Huffer along with many others before the Decepticon was finished. Soon the ground was littered with dismembered Autobots. 'What's this?' He peered at the next vault. OPTIMUS PRIME it read. Sixshot tore it open only to find it empty. The deranged and weakening Decepticon laughed manically. He had expected as much, the Quintissons had a strange and morbid fascination with the dead Autobot leader. Sixshot shrugged and went to work repairing himself.
When the last component was engaged he connected himself to the mausoleum's power source and set himself to recharge is nearly exhausted power reserves. It would tack many breems but he didn't care. And by time he was fully restored he'd be almost to Cybertron and his vengeance with Magnus and Shockwave would be ten fold. He laughed as the power flooded him. He watched the ghosts of his victims rise and scream at his laughter.
The drifting crypt's thrusters roared and sent the great vault of dead Autobot heroes hurtling towards a planet that wished never to see it or the Decepticon within her ever again.
Defile the Crypt
In the vast emptiness of space, a lone figure waits drifting in the vast void. But he was not alone for longer then a few cycles. A massive ship slowly moved closer to the figure. He gave a satisfied nod as the red emblem became clear in his failing image receptors.
'Just as planned.' Thought the Decepticon Sixshot. His power was fading and his wounds were causing what few still operational systems he had to slowly shut down.
The Red Autobot emblem on their drifting graveyard was a welcome sight. Inside were the remains of hundreds of destroyed autobots . He would have all the parts and power he would need. With his only arm he gripped the railing and pushed in a simple code and overrode the main door, which opened steadily. Sixshot fell inside., with a grunt of pain.
'Now…' He pushed himself up on unsteady legs. 'repairs.' It was with a grim sense of irony that Sixshot looted the Autobot crypt. He himself had put many of them in these cramped vertical coffins. HUFFER was printed across on in both the cybertronian and human letters. The Grave-robbing Decepticon ripped the plasma-steel cover from the crypt and watched as the little Autobot's body fell out. A quick glance told him that there were few compatible parts but he had to make due. Using the torch in his remaining arm he cut away what he could use and left the Autobot's violated remains laying face down on the floor as he moved along.
He moved from one resting place to another opening each and taking what he could use. IRONHIDE, PROWL, WHEELJACK, WRATCHET, BRAWN, all were opened and violated in the same fashion as Huffer along with many others before the Decepticon was finished. Soon the ground was littered with dismembered Autobots. 'What's this?' He peered at the next vault. OPTIMUS PRIME it read. Sixshot tore it open only to find it empty. The deranged and weakening Decepticon laughed manically. He had expected as much, the Quintissons had a strange and morbid fascination with the dead Autobot leader. Sixshot shrugged and went to work repairing himself.
When the last component was engaged he connected himself to the mausoleum's power source and set himself to recharge is nearly exhausted power reserves. It would tack many breems but he didn't care. And by time he was fully restored he'd be almost to Cybertron and his vengeance with Magnus and Shockwave would be ten fold. He laughed as the power flooded him. He watched the ghosts of his victims rise and scream at his laughter.
The drifting crypt's thrusters roared and sent the great vault of dead Autobot heroes hurtling towards a planet that wished never to see it or the Decepticon within her ever again.