On their way back to Crystal City, a skilled swords-fighter led a small group of Decepticons with Blitzwing and Deadlock taking the rear of the caravan half dragging the stunned structure of the Autobot spy, Mirage, to their high-commander, Shockwave. "Reflector," the one leading the caravan named Cyclonus called to one of the few smaller, identical forms that preceded behind him "go ahead and tell Shockwave that we bring an Autobot."
"Yes, commander Cyclonus." responded Viewfinder in his abnormal voice that echoed of numerous Transformers even though he was of one form. The leader of the trio quietly ordered his matching pairs- Spectro and Spyglass- before transforming into his chosen alternate form that he had attained since walking out from the Well of AllSparks. He flew off toward the laboratory facility.
There was a fierce and powerful warrior among the Decepticon caravan. One that had been connected to the Decepticon ranks almost since the Great War had started. The warrior is a bot that is thought of, to all Decepticons and Autobots alike, as a loyal and trusted Decepticon; and a ferocious, merciless slayer to all Autobots. You can call him Deadlock.
And right now Deadlock wanted nothing more than to destroy the revolting Autobot that he pulled. His processor fill with many questions and all the answers he gave himself concluded to only one possible outcome. He raised his helm to Cyclonus, "What does Shockwave plan to do with the Autobot?" he asked his commander this only to make sure of the result.
Cyclonus never looked back as he answered. "The usual no doubt. Experiment on him and then put him to work so he knows just how it felt to be part of the lower caste unless he desires to destroy it, but that outcome is unlikely." he knew this one would be special to Shockwave because this was an upper class Autobot during the dreaded caste and Guild that all have come to despise.
The main laboratory at Crystal City looked like nothing that would have ever been built by Autobots, it was the making of Constructicons. Large arches rounded over its road leading into the entrance as the group headed their way inside to be greeted by Oil Slick and the other scientists who patiently awaited them inside. Cyclonus waited for no time to order those under his command, and as one of Shockwave's lieutenants he had all the right. "Place the prisoner on the table and make sure he is secure." the mecha ordered just as Shockwave stepped in the entrance with Viewfinder and Nacelle shadowing him.
"The unfortunate amount of violence used just to capture an Autobot." The mad scientist replied as the severely wounded Full Tilt, and the moderate injured Octane and Dropkick was helped into the med-bay for repairs while Mirage was being strapped down on another kind of table. "Where are the other two Autobots?" questioned their commander.
It was the battle hungry Blitzwing that answered first. "They got away, but it wasn't by choice." he said. It was unlikely for him to speak for his commander unless he was upset about something, and the two Autobots that escaped from his assault was enough to do just that.
Shockwave never seemed to mind the fact that two Autobots strayed away, he just stood there staring down at the hopeless prisoner leaving his soldiers unsure how he was taking the misfortune. The mad scientist had no facial features to express his feelings and his voice hardly ever rose to enjoyment, with only the exception of the delight of experimenting. "Too bad. I suppose this one will have to do." he knew what class Mirage came from and it was just the Autobot he wanted.
The old Turbocharger laid strapped on the slanted lab table barely able to move even a servo as his systems came back fully online and his sensory arrays ceased internal buzzing. The slender mecha struggled to free himself, but it was futile, the bounds was too well fastened and he was too weakened from the heavy battle. "Set me free!" the blue tinted Turbocharger finally mustered to say.
These words brought pleasure to Shockwave, he enjoyed it when his captives thought they could summon enough courage to stand up to someone as sinister as he, but as always, they squandered it in the end. Shockwave walked over to face the prisoner. "You must be the spy they call Mirage. Tell me, spy, what secrets do you hold?"
The spy kept quiet. The only thing Mirage supplied to the Decepticon was a direct, stone-cold glare. He didn't become one of Cybertron's best spies simply by giving his secrets away.
"None? Then you are useless to me except for being one of my many test subjects. I could use the cortical psychic patch," he thought "just think on the many hidden knowledge you could be carrying in your nero net... but I have something else in mind for you and when I get done with you, spy, the Autobots will have a good reason to call you Mirage." the mad scientist turned to an idle Decepticon standing in front of a small table with an array of sinistral instruments. "Oil Slick, make ready with Project Vaporize and make sure our guest is taken care of properly for the procedure. I don't want him to be uncomfortable during the process.
The scientist carefully picked out a tool as Mirage watched in horror as Oil Slick came closer to him, an evil grin spread across his face. "No, wait. Please." Mirage panicked and begged, and struggled with all he could as the machine was turned on and skillfully cutting into his side. "No!"
"Too late, spy, you already made your choice." he chuckled. If Shockwave had a face he would have been grinning from what was displayed before him, but he stood supervising his underling and listening to the Turbocharger's cries only with pleasure. It never fails, he thought, they lose it all in the end.