In a flash, Bluestreak's gun servo came up, finger tightening around the trigger. He hesitated, clearly caught between something in his processor.
"Yes Blue! Fight it!" Jazz urged.
Bluestreak's outstretched arm wobbled as he fought for control, the barrel of the gun dipping up and down.
When he finally did fire, not one of the bots in the cell could do anything but watch as the shot whizzed through the air and struck Wheeljack's chestplates, throwing him back against the wall.
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Wheeljack collapsed to the floor with a muffled yelp, Mirage fizzled out of sight and Jazz leapt towards Bluestreak, intent on wrestling the gun from his servos and shouting, "C'mon, Blue! Yer stronger than this!"
Bluestreak opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out. Using reflexes that weren't his own, he jammed the gun into Jazz's side, in between two transformation seams, and fired three shots in quick succession. The blasts tore through the saboteur's midsection.
Jazz's mouth gaped in a silent "O" of pain as his systems immediately sucked him into emergency stasis lock. He collapsed in a heap.
"Jazz!" Mirage appeared again, fists swinging as he tore towards Bluestreak.
The Decepticons having taken away all of the weapons and subspace items of the captured Autobots, Mirage didn't stand a chance against an armed gunner who had no will of his own. Bluestreak whipped the butt of the gun around, aiming for Mirage's faceplates. Energon sprayed through the air as the gun made contact. The Cloaker stumbled back, clutching at his shattered facial plating. Another blow from Bluestreak and Mirage was sent flying, tripping over the unconscious form of Jazz and hitting the floor hard, lying scarily still.
Bluestreak then turned and advanced towards Wheeljack.
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Galvatron watched the live feeds of the cell from the command hub, a sinister smirk resting upon his faceplates.
His new super soldier was doing well. Better ask Soundblaster.. Just to be sure.
"Soundblaster." He snapped through the comm.
The communications officer answered almost immediately. "What is your command, my lord?"
"How is the Autobot doing? Is he offering any resistance?"
"Resistance: Minimal. However, there is one thing I should warn you of-"
"What is it!" Galvatron snapped impatiently, drumming his fingers on the console surface. He was already irritated since, a few joors ago, some idiot started a party in the rec room. There was a lot of shouting, and it was giving him a nasty helm ache.
"Lord Galvatron!" The unexpected voice drew the warlord's attention.
"Hold that thought, Soundblaster." Without waiting for a reply, Galvatron shut the comm off, turning to see who the nuisance was and snapping, "What is it? I am very busy!"
Scourge was pressed up against the door, energon dripping from one arm. "It's the Autobots, my liege! They're rolling right over us! We need you and your super soldier."
"What- Out of my way!" Galvatron shoved Scourge aside and opened the door, instantly having to dodge stray blaster fire.
The base was in chaos.
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Bluestreak struggled against Soundblaster's iron grip, pushing and thrashing desperately in order to gain even an iota of his own will. Yet his pedes kept dragging themselves forward, his arm kept raising the gun, and his fingers kept tightening around the trigger.
Bluestreak wanted to cry. He wanted to turn his gun on himself instead. He held his gun optic level to Wheeljack, who was pressed against the wall, sprawled beneath him, so that the engineer was staring up the glowing barrel of the gun.
And Wheeljack wasn't struggling, he wasn't pleading with Bluestreak to fight and he wasn't begging for his life.
"C'mon, Blue." The Lancia shifted his gaze so that he was staring steadily into the gunner's optics. "Yer choice."
Your choice.
Bluestreak's servo constricted around the gun.
Deep within his own mind, the Datsun shoved against Soundblaster's control, using up the last of his reserve strength in a last ditch effort to regain control. He could hear distant shouts, barely intelligible, but he knew they were real since Wheeljack was reacting to them too, turning his helm, audial fins flashing yellow as he shouted something in reply.
What the yelling was all about, Bluestreak couldn't hear. He was too busy clamping his servos over the soaked, bare circuitry of his helm, gun clattering to the energon-soaked floor of the cell as Soundblaster's will surged over him, clamping down on any routes of resistance and overloading his systems. He screamed, sparks flying out from beneath his fingers. Then, suddenly, it all stopped. The pain, the crushing pressure of Soundblaster's control, everything. He pitched forward onto Wheeljack as his weakened and shattered systems gave up, and everything went black.