The Elite emerged from the groundbridge just outside of the Polyhex museum where the next tool supposedly was.
It was a fairly large grey building surrounded by a locked, tall silver fence.
"Hmm, it's closed. That'll make things easier." Darklight muttered. "C'mon ladies!"
The femme with the chain scythe ran next to the wall. She crouched down slightly and folded her digits and hands together.
The sniper femme ran and jumped up on her friends hands. She shot up high over the wall. She did he same thing with Darklight.
When her two friends were over the wall she stepped back and took out her chain scythe. She swung it around before launching it over the wall. When she deemed that it was locked in place she began to climb it up the wall. When she reached the top, she pulled up the rest of her scythe and unlocked the blade from its hold.
After that she jumped from the top of the wall, flipping before her pedes touched the ground.
"Well done. Now, let's infiltrate the place." Darklight proclaimed.
The three femmes climbed the building and walked onto the glass roof. They could see the tool on display at the centre of the museum room.
The sniper femme took out one of her blades and cut a large circle in the glass.
"Now we'll have to move swiftly, when the glass drops alarms will sound and any guards around will come running." Darklight spoke as she ran, jumped up and dropped down onto the glass. It broke on impact and Darklight fell into the museum. Just as she predicted, alarms blared when the glass broke.
Her two friends landed next to her. Darklight pointed at the tool, which was encased within a glass box.
"Quickly." Darklight whispered.
That's when the guards came rushing in. A squad of blue armoured mech's armed with batons and electric rods ran into the room, seeing the three femmes standing over shards of the broken glass roof.
One guard stepped forward.
"Identify yourselves, and come with us peacefully or we will utilize paralyzingly force." He droned.
Darklight put her servos on her hips. "Mm, no I don't think so. Take care of them please ladies. I'll retrieve the tool."
"FONEQUES!" Chromia and Dion screamed as the beetle flew at breakneck speed towards the many flying crafts.
Foneques was able to make the sharpest of all sharp turns as he swerved to the left when he was several small kliks from impacting the speeding air crafts in front of him.
Violetwing's ship wasn't so agile. When she saw Foneques's turn she had a split second to decide whether to risk the turn to follow them or or pull up. Violetwing decided on the latter.
Violetwing pulled up the ship's controls and the ship itself followed. She watched the younglings and Foneques disappear behind a skyscraper. She growled and slammed her fist against the console.
"Now it's personal. Those kids are going down." Violetwing vowed.
"Yeah! Go Foneques! Woo!" Dion shouted as they passed the building and lost sight of the bounty hunters.
"I think we finally lost them." Chromia said happily.
Ariel, who had now loosened her hold on Chromia's arm, nodded.
"Great. Now, I think I have to purge my tanks. Excuse me." Ariel groaned as she crawled over the edge of Foneques and proceeded do just that.
"So where to now Dion? How do we find Orion?" Chromia asked.
"I dunno. But I'll think of something I'm sure." Dion replied.
They flew for a few more minutes before Foneques chirped and turned around.
"Hey hey! Foneques where're you going?" Chromia exclaimed.
Foneques made no attempt to reply. He just continued to follow the clear, sharp, and piercingly high frequency sound that he was hearing.
The communicator Orion had been tinkering with now blinked to life with a green light. He had been able to set it to its highest frequency. He couldn't hear anything, but hopefully Foneques's animalistic properties allowed him to.
Orion set the communicator down on the table then sat down with his back leaning against the wall. All he could do now was wait and hope the others would make their way to Iacon and that Foneques would be able to hear the frequency.
Orion sighed, then yawned. He hadn't realized how tired he was until he had sat down. It was to be expected after all though, considering the day he had just had. Fighting, losing the tracker, being kidnapped, coming face to face with a Quintesson again, being forced to do something that would most likely spell doom for his friends, himself, and pretty much all of Cybertron and beyond.
Yeah, one would naturally be in serious need of a good recharge after enduring all that.
Orion lay back on the wall and did his best to find a comfortable position. He then closed his optics and waited for his recharge to take him.
Energon splattered against the walls as the Cybertronian was torn apart.
The lever was pulled and the constricted mech fell screaming into the Sharkticon pool.
The mech tried to fight back, but was overpowered as he snapped his neck.
He crushed the minicon beneath his pede.
He threw the last bits of limbs and chassis metal to the Sharkticons.
He watched as the ship he had shot caught fire as it came crashing down.
The femme begged that she be spared as she was forced out onto the metal planks while he watched her coldly.
He noticed that the young mech lay completely still in his cage after not refilling his tanks for several long cycles.
She smiled kindly at him from the other side of the thick glass before telling him to go on...without her...
Orion gasped as his optics flew open. He put his shaking servo over his chest plates that covered his racing spark.
Cybertronians didn't usually have dreams. The images that they saw during their recharge cycles were usually stored in their memory banks that emerged when their conscious mind was no longer in control.
Images stored from his memory banks. His memories. The memories he had worked to shut away for so long.
Orion pulled his knees close to faceplates in an attempt to feel some warmth in the cold space he had been put in, desperate to find some kind of reassuring feeling in it.
Hmm. Now what could be going on here?
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