The Brat Prince of Vos

Chapter 24

Continuity: Pre- and Post-TF:A, a little bit of AU here and there
Warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ENDGAME!
Pairings: Megatron x Starscream, Cyclonus x Galvatron, Strika x Lugnut. Sort of, anyway.

Step one: Blackout.

"Engage ze cloaking devices," Strika ordered as they came closer to Cybertron. "Thundercracker, set a course for New Iacon, sector 16, building 10 - no, ze big, heavily guarded building, you idiot! Ve are not raiding a bar!"

The blue Seeker grumpily altered the course, as Strika, Oil Slick, Blackout, Spittor and Cyclonus readied themselves, opening up the doors to the docking bay.

"Ready, big guy?" Oil Slick asked with a grin, looking up at Blackout.

The heavy mech puffed out his chest proudly. "Ready!" he bellowed happily. Strika peered out the doors down at the city of New Iacon - soon enough, they were hovering over the prison where Megatron, Shockwave and Lugnut were kept. With a nod, the General gave the signal, and Blackout launched himself out the docking bay, landing with a heavy thud on top of the prison.

He stamped his foot, activating his disruption abilites. With a wave of deafening noise, the disruption signal spread all across sector 16, leaking into the other surrounding sectors too, and every light, generator and electrical impulse in the south of New Iacon went out.

"Done it!" he yelled into his comm., and the other members of Team Chaar hopped out of their ship, landing slightly more delicately on top of the prison.

Step two: Oil Slick.

"Stand back, everyone," grinned the chemist, producing a vial full of sickeningly orange liquid.

The other members cringed as Oil Slick smashed the vial against the roof of the prison. With a hiss, the acid rapidly began to eat up at the material of the roof, and with the heavy weight of Strika, Blackout and Spittor, the roof caved in.

"Good thing you've been drinking all that candied energon, Blackout," Oil Slick grinned. "I wasn't sure we'd be heavy enough for that to work."

Strika glared at the scientist - she'd have to have words with him about that later, but for now, the mission came first.

Step three: Spittor.

Before the bewildered guards nearest to them could react, the Predacon had already latched his tongues onto each of them, swallowing them up and spitting them back down the corridor. The walls at the end of the corridor exploded from the contact with his acidic spit, and Team Chaar barrelled down the hall into the chaos.

The team quickly repeated this process several more times, Oil Slick and Cyclonus bringing up the rear, hurtling vials of cosmic rust at any Autobot reinforcements that tried to come after them.

Back in front, Spittor snatched up a guard in his tongue, dangling him precariously over his mouth. Strika marched up, bellowing up at the Autobot "VHERE ARE ZE PRISONERS!?", cannons aimed at the poor 'bot's spark chamber.

"Level 3! Level 3!" shrieked the guard, wriggling in terror. Spittor flung the Autobot back down the hallway, and as Oil Slick and Cyclonus passed the terrified mech, the chemist gave him a mocking salute.

Step four: Strika.

"Get ready!" she yelled, aiming her cannons at the ground.

With a deafening bang, she blew a hole straight downwards. The general looked down approvingly - Strika had used enough firepower to blow a hole right through the levels, all the way to the underground sewers.

Blackout snatched her up in one arm, jumping down first into the hole. Cyclonus grabbed Oil Slick, and Spittor jumped down by himself. Both fliers managed to stay airborne until they got to Level 3, Cyclonus tossing Oil Slick down into the corridor, where the chemist proceeded to throw vials of various explosives and acids at the guards stationed there. Strika and Blackout soon followed, Spittor latching onto Blackout with his tongue as he fell past the third floor. The heavy flier pulled the Predacon up by the tongue, and then continued to barrel down the corridor.

Step five: Cyclonus.

Raising his swords up, the purple jet violently sliced at the first cell door, splitting the guard stationed next to it in two as he did so.

He smashed the door in with his foot, looking around the cell for any Decepticons.

And nearly had a spark attack. Again.

"Who in the name of the All-Spark are you two now?!" he said in disbelief.

"Oh, our glorious saviour has come to free us from our prison!" the yellow Seeker praised Cyclonus, jumping up from the floor excitedly.

"My name isn't Ramjet…nope…I'm not a clone of Starscream at all," lied the white and wine Seeker.

The purple jet just shook his head, turning to race back down the corridor, shouting behind him, "If you want to get out of this prison, quit standing around and come help us bust the other prisoners out!"

At the other end of the corridor, Oil Slick had poured chemicals onto the remaining locks and cell doors, all of them slowly beginning to disintegrate with a whining hiss. Spittor and Blackout dealt with the remaining guards, the larger mech slamming his giant claws down to crush the unfortunate bots below him, while Spittor was happily chewing on some others.

"LUGNUT!" bellowed Strika, smashing her frame into one of the cell doors as the acid wore away. The door easily gave in to her weight, and with a cry of joy she ran towards her bondmate. At the other end of the hall, Oil Slick was leading out a very dazed Blitzwing, while Shockwave was having trouble adjusting to the light outside his dark cell. Cyclonus, Ramjet and Sunstorm all fired at the remaining cell door simultaneously.

At last, Megatron had been found - but then the fliers looked at him.

"Strika!" Cyclonus yelled, quickly taking command, "Megatron is in no state to escape without assistance! Blackout, we're going to need you to carry him! Oil Slick, bring some acid over here to burn his chains off!"

The Decepticon leader just stared up at the team incredulously.

Before he could fully grasp just what on Cybertron was happening, the chemist had poured a nasty green liquid over his chains, and he was tossed into Blackout's outstretched arms.

"BACK TO THE SHIP!" Strika roared, grabbing onto Lugnut. Oil Slick was lifted by Cyclonus, while Shockwave was picked up by the two Starscream clones, and Spittor held onto Blitzwing.

Just as they stepped back onto the ship, the power in sector 16 came back on, and before the Autobots even knew it had happened, they were gone.