1. Landing on Clemency

    thevoiceofdesolatesparks:

    eyeless-communicator:

    k-class-chin:

    You know, there’s not much creepier than hiding in a creepy ship with two homicidal psychopaths trying to find you. Really. Fulcrum figures this has to be squarely on the top of the WORST THINGS EVER list. 

    Still, the lab had plenty of SCIENCE strewn around, and Fulcrum grabs a vial or two, ready to launch them at the first shape to appear in the doorway.

    Chewy padded ahead of the mechs, trying to break free of her lead every once in a while to hunt out Fulcrum himself but Kaon held strong and continued walking leisurely down the hallway.  Kaon ignored the sound of his leader transforming, he knew what Tarn was doing and that he would not be left alone with something so important.

    He stopped short of a door and canted his helm towards Tarn while Chewy snarled and pawed at the door, desperate to get inside. “He’s inside.”

    Tarn approached the door, taking the opportunity to transform yet again, this time back to his root mode, before pushing Chewy aside. Now that their quarry was so very near, he found himself too impatient to waste time in opening the door with finesse; instead, it took only a single shot from his cannon to disable the lock. Two more were enough to allow him to rip it from its frame, and he did just that.

    He didn’t immediately discard the door however—he’d encountered enough… reluctant victims that, without the other three members of the DJD to support him, he was appropriately cautious, and he held the door before him as a makeshift shield while he stepped into what was apparently some sort of a lab. It wouldn’t do to be caught off-guard by some little trick Fulcrum had in store.

    The lab being a lab, it wasn’t precisely full of hiding spots. Spotting Fulcrum nearly immediately, Tarn smirked to himself behind his mask as he headed toward the mech.

    “Why hello, Fulcrum. It’s such a delight to finally have the pleasure of your presence,” Tarn said, his amusement and anticipation evident in his voice.

    So much for hiding and the element of surprise, huh? Yeah, well….guess bombs weren’t cut out for either. “You’ve had that pleasure and if I remember right, it wasn’t pleasurable at all. For either of us.” Though there was that brightspot of the cybernaught.

    A brief bright spot

    .

    Still, he’s got to stand up for what Decepticons are. Or try to. He does know that Decepticon science is Nasty Stuff and he can only hope that the vial he flings at the purple face is some of the Nastiest.

    (Source: never-head-first)

  2. Landing on Clemency

    thevoiceofdesolatesparks:

    eyeless-communicator:

    Once Kaon climbed off of Tarn, he lifted down his sparkeater and waited patiently for his leader to transform. He took lead again, standing just infront of Tarn as he tried to locate where Fulcrum had run to. 

    “Follow me” he told his leader, allowing himself to be pulled by the anti gravity wall as they made their way to the lab Fulcrum planned to hide in. They didn’t need to hurry, there was very little places where he could hide now. 

    Tarn followed Kaon into the ship. His teammate very obviously had a clear idea of where they were going and was leading them steadily deeper into the ship. He could feel his anticipation growing, and he transformed yet again in an attempt to distract himself, if only momentarily.

    Fulcrum could feel something growing too. Like a bladder of eldritch terror. They were coming for him. Him. And all he’d done was…exactly what he’d been ordered to. This was unfair. This whole thing was totally unfair.  “You know!” he says, as he burrows deeper around the cylinders of EEEEWWWW WAT THE FRAG IS IN THESE THINGS, his voice echoing wildly, “it’s sort of ironic that you want to, you know, kill me for not dying. O-or maybe that isn’t irony. It’s, uh that other thing.”

    He finds one of the cylinders empty, whatever horrible abomination of life gone from it, and scrambles inside: Statuetime?

    (Source: never-head-first)

  3. Landing on Clemency

    thevoiceofdesolatesparks:

    eyeless-communicator:

    Once Kaon climbed off of Tarn, he lifted down his sparkeater and waited patiently for his leader to transform. He took lead again, standing just infront of Tarn as he tried to locate where Fulcrum had run to. 

    “Follow me” he told his leader, allowing himself to be pulled by the anti gravity wall as they made their way to the lab Fulcrum planned to hide in. They didn’t need to hurry, there was very little places where he could hide now. 

    Tarn followed Kaon into the ship. His teammate very obviously had a clear idea of where they were going and was leading them steadily deeper into the ship. He could feel his anticipation growing, and he transformed yet again in an attempt to distract himself, if only momentarily.

    (Source: never-head-first)

  4. Landing on Clemency

    thevoiceofdesolatesparks:

    eyeless-communicator:

    k-class-chin:

    Once Kaon climbed off of Tarn, he lifted down his sparkeater and waited patiently for his leader to transform. He took lead again, standing just infront of Tarn as he tried to locate where Fulcrum had run to. 

    “Follow me” he told his leader, allowing himself to be pulled by the anti gravity wall as they made their way to the lab Fulcrum planned to hide in. They didn’t need to hurry, there was very little places where he could hide now. 

    Tarn followed Kaon into the ship. His teammate very obviously had a clear idea of where they were going and was leading them steadily deeper into the ship. He could feel his anticipation growing, and he transformed yet again in an attempt to distract himself, if only momentarily.


    You know, there’s not much creepier than hiding in a creepy ship with two homicidal psychopaths trying to find you. Really. Fulcrum figures this has to be squarely on the top of the WORST THINGS EVER list. 

    Still, the lab had plenty of SCIENCE strewn around, and Fulcrum grabs a vial or two, ready to launch them at the first shape to appear in the doorway.

    (Source: never-head-first)

  5. Landing on Clemency

    thevoiceofdesolatesparks:

    eyeless-communicator:

    Kaon helped his sparkeater onto Tarn’s roof before getting comfy himself. He held on tight and let Tarn continue in the same direction that they had been headed. “He’s retreating but he’s not making it hard, he’s just going the opposite way… keep going straight.” Kaon settled on Tarn’s roof listening to the sounds whir past him as Tarn sped ahead, making sure to keep his concentration on Fulcrum.

    Tarn headed forward as directed, eventually cresting a hill and finally seeing the ship beyond it. He chuckled to himself—Fulcrum might think he was safe, but really, he’d just trapped himself. This would be entertaining indeed. “It seems he’s found refuge, Kaon,” he said as he approached the entrance, pausing for Kaon to climb off before transforming again. It felt so good to transform… He snapped himself out of that line of thought. They had business here.

    He walked up to the entrance of the ship, incidentally noticing the pull of the artificial gravity as he called out, “You can run, Fulcrum, but you can’t hide. It’s only a matter of time.”

    Oh, but there you are wrong, Tarn. Fulcrum can run and he can definitely hide.  Just…not for long.

    Right now he’s doing both, scurrying down the flesh-walled corridors, racing as fast as he can go toward the weird lab.  He has a plan. It’s not a good one, but hey. How well could anyone think with the fraggin’ DJD calling you by name?!?

    (Source: never-head-first)

  6. Landing on Clemency

    thevoiceofdesolatesparks:

    eyeless-communicator:

    k-class-chin:

    Fulcrum’s getting a bad feeling about this in his Bad Feeling place. Which was awfully close to where his detonator had been. So the whole Bad Feeling sort of echoes around a bit, slowing his steps.

    Umm. Right. You know what? The Worldsweeper seemed awfully cozy right now. And you know it’s a bad feeling when a ship with bleeding walls and brains lodged in the ceiling seemed homey. But, yeah. Toodles, Ominous Newcomers, Fulcrum’s going to haul his survivor’s aft back to the ship at top speed.

    Kaon paused in his reply, concentrating on Fulcrum “sooner than you think. He’s retreating. Fast.” He turned to Tarn to wait for instructions to sit on him to catch Fulcrum faster or continue along at their slow pace.

    Tarn tsked in disapproval. “Well, we’ll simply have to catch him, then, won’t we?” He stopped next to Kaon. “Climb on—let’s not keep him waiting.” He waited a moment for Kaon to situate himself and his sparkeater on his roof, then headed off in the direction they’d been headed. “You’ll have to keep me updated on his location, Kaon.” Tarn couldn’t exactly follow Kaon like this.

    Oh yeah, Fulcrum was retreating fast. As fast as his little bomb legs can carry him. He’d never wished for a vehicle alt more than right now, as he raced up the final slope toward the ship. 

    He made it to the ship’s entry, throwing himself sideways, so that the a-grav caught him, standing him upright along a ‘wall’.  Right. Time to play hide and go shriek.

    (Source: never-head-first)

  7. diesel-coated-crankcase-deactiv asked: Fulcrum, where in the Pits are you?

    [Wow what timing.] Uh. On my way back to the ship. By any chance, does that thing have, you know,….locks? [OH NO REASON]

  8. Landing on Clemency

    thevoiceofdesolatesparks:

    eyeless-communicator:

    k-class-chin:

    Kaon looked to Tarn as he listened to his leader transform, noting all the small sounds Tarn’s body made before turning his attention back to the outside world. “He’s close, getting closer… like he’s coming to us…” Kaon walked out, chewy eagerly padding infront, expecting Tarn to follow. “There’s no one, I can’t feel anyone else, with him. Then why come to us? Unless he’s a bigger fool than we thought.”

    Tarn followed Kaon sedately, though he was tense with anticipation. At Kaon’s remark, he replied drily, “Perhaps he’s seen the error of his ways and is presenting himself for his due punishment.” Both of them knew that wasn’t the case, however. In an amused tone, he continued, “I can only assume he hasn’t recognized our illustrious ship yet—I imagine he’ll have quite a shock soon enough, don’t you think?”

    Fulcrum’s getting a bad feeling about this in his Bad Feeling place. Which was awfully close to where his detonator had been. So the whole Bad Feeling sort of echoes around a bit, slowing his steps.

    Umm. Right. You know what? The Worldsweeper seemed awfully cozy right now. And you know it’s a bad feeling when a ship with bleeding walls and brains lodged in the ceiling seemed homey. But, yeah. Toodles, Ominous Newcomers, Fulcrum’s going to haul his survivor’s aft back to the ship at top speed.

    (Source: never-head-first)

  9. Landing on Clemency

    thevoiceofdesolatesparks:

    eyeless-communicator:

    Kaon quickly made his way to the exit ramp. Holding the sparkeater’s lead tightly he navigated around the ship, stopping dead at the side of his leader’s frame. “Are we all ready?” Kaon asked as he felt Chewy trace back and forward in front of his feet, growling lowly at the thought of going on a ‘walk.’

    “We’re all ready, Kaon.” Tarn’s amusement and muted eagerness was evident in his voice. Though Kaon’s alt-mode was useless for travel, Tarn transformed beside him, relishing the feel of his transformation. “I assume you’ll have little difficulty in locating him, so lead on.”

    Fulcrum’s partway to the ship when the feeling that should probably have hit him earlier gets him. Right in the spark. Because a new ship with new friends would probably have, you know, commed first, said a few friendly hellos, ask about the weather.  His confident stride slows a bit, as he climbs to the top of the next rocky ledge, looking with newly dubious optics toward the landing sight.

    (Source: never-head-first)

  10. Landing on Clemency

    thevoiceofdesolatesparks:

    never-head-first:

    Tesarus lets out a somewhat depressed sigh as he hurries up to the helm of the ship and sits down. As exciting as landing is, that means the flight is over. He frowns and then works on guiding the ship down to a safe landing on Clemency. 

    The ship thumps but lands quite nicely. Tesarus leans back in the chair and then contacts Tarn.

    //Sir you’ve already probably noticed, but we’ve landed. In about four kliks, you’ll be cleared to leave the ship. All the landing procedures will be done by then.// 

    //Very good, Tesarus.// Tarn had been in the little storage room off the medbay—the one where the various torture devices were kept. He’d been very carefully making his selections for Fulcrum. When he received Tesarus’ message, he began to make his way to the exit ramp, sending a comm to Kaon as he did so. They’d need his tracking expertise soon enough.


    Oh, cool! A ship. Maybe Fulcrum’s actually, you know, saved or something.  That would be nice. Because there’s a lot of company on Clemency but, uh, a bit lacking in the conversation department.  He’d taken to talking to them, because, well, at least they aren’t going to judge him, right?

    "Hey! Rescue! This is great!"  He jumps out of the Worldsweeper, heading toward the noise, carrying a few rations of engex he’d liberated from ship stores.  He wanted to make a good first impression, after all.