Transformers Prime - Hazy

Clashing Shards . . .

    Megatron’s battle suit was, as expected, similar to what his Cybertronian armor had been. His hair was styled similar to how his helm had been shaped with the edges jutting out over his jaw. His hair was a purple-tinted silver. His eyes were as red as she recalled.

Angel: ‘Fantastic.’

    Angel huffed, despising her sister for all this. They didn’t need any more complications. Especially not when she was locked in a temporary stasis.

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Knockout: "Hello, hello."

The redheaded medic drawled, staff sheathed.

StarScream: "Miss us?"

The Seeker added, his metal claws flexing.

Nici: "Like I miss the chicken pox."

Nici growled and stood.

Nici: "Soundwave, keep working on the device! Sia, Vortex, Emery, with me!"

Emery's plating shrank around her body.

Emery: "I got the Bug and 'Tron!"

Nici: "We'll deal with Breakdown, Dreadwing and the drones!"

Sia: "I've got KO and Screamer."

Soundwave watched as they charged, a determined fire in their eyes. Jasmine rolled her eyes, hating the fact that she had to stand aside. StarBreak’s grief still sang through her every bone, begging to be used for something other than standing. She wanted revenge for what they’d done to Jay. They’d killed him. And she swore they’d pay if it was the last thing she did.

Jasmine growled, watching the carnage begin to unfold. She itched to be part of it, to do something other than just wait here. She felt useless. Worse than useless. It drove her insane. Angel occupied herself, eyes glowing every now and then as she trapped drones in the UP here and there, encasing them, but she stayed near the satellite dispatch team. Meggy stared at it. The satellite.

Meggy: "What's it using to stay energized?"

She mumbled, then something caught the corner of her eye.

Meggy: "GET DOWN!"

She pinned Sunny and Jasmine as a blast of energy rocketed just above their heads! A dark cackle sounded, and Jasmine did her best not to growl, either at Meggy or Bombshell and her horrid arrival.

BS: "Hello, hello . . . Rats caught in my trap I see?"

She emerged from the shadows. Jasmine wished the damn wench would’ve stayed there.

BS: "Perfect."

A bit of StarBreak broke, and her energy lashed out without Jasmine's consent. A ripple of energy activated the strings; and flung Bombshell back nearly a quarter mile against the metal surface.

She rose up as quickly as she fell, and charged, deflecting Jasmine's advancements.

BS: "That rage, that fury!"

She cackled, managing a good hard punch in her face.

BS: "It almost makes me not want to kill you. That beautiful negative energy . . ."

Jasmine growled, letting Star's short temper get to her. She knew she shouldn’t let it, but she was also forgetting why she should care. Bombshell had done unspeakable things. And one of them involved her babies.

Jasmine: "This fury is far too good for someone like you."

She replied, the words not quite her own, but StarBreak's. Angel scowled at her sister, quickly activating a chain from the UP to distract her.

Angel: "Oopsie."

She teased, tugging Bombshell's wrist. Bombshell snarled and yanked her wrist forwards, snapping it. Angel hadn’t enforced it at all, actually, so it wasn’t surprising. It was just a temporary distraction.

BS: "Whoops! Now was it supposed to do that, I wonder?"

She stopped, and then eyed something. In a snap, she'd thrown back a charging Sunny, who fell onto a lower level with a cry. Meggy kept hidden, trying to find a weak spot.

Meggy: 'C'mon . . . c'mon! Give me something!'

Orion rushed over to the small blonde girl, jumping down, picking her up in his arms protectively.

Orion:  "I've got you, Sunny . . . I'm here . . ."

He murmured gently. Jasmine snarled at Bombshell, Star's old rage loosening itself bit by bit.

Jasmine: "I hate you."

She growled under her breath, meaning every word of it. She didn’t hate often, but when she did . . .

Jasmine: "I hate that you have to change everything. That you have to make everything yours because you're so self-centered."

She flicked her wrists, strings holding Bombshell's arms and legs, lifting her off the ground.

Jasmine: "I hate your shame in your heritage. I hate the way you look at the world. I hate the way you look at everything. Most of all, I hate whoever made you such a damn horrible person. Assuming it wasn't yourself. And I'm going to rip you apart."

The strings began to pull; Jasmine, StarBreak, really, was intent on tearing Bombshell at the limbs. To quarter her like they would have in medieval ages. Orion hid Sunny's face in his shoulder, not wanting her to witness something so barbaric.

Jasmine: "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

She wanted to hear Bombshell scream. Wanted to hear her cry for mercy for what she'd done to Jay. She deserved it, she-.

In a split second, Angel tackled Jasmine to the ground, breaking her control on the strings long enough that Bombshell dropped. Angel's breaths came in heavy gasps. She knew Cora was in there somewhere. Cora couldn't . . . Cora wouldn't do this. Most importantly, she had to know some part of her sister was still there before anything else happened to her. Angel knew it had been a stupid, selfish move, but it was her sister for AllSpark's sake. Cora still lived and breathed, didn't she?

Meggy gasped. She’d figured it out.

Meggy: "Jasmine!"

While Bombshell recovered, she rushed over, but Jasmine was still scowling at her lost prey.

Meggy: "JewelBlade! JewelBlade, I've figured it out. She's feeding off of negative emotions. Anger, hurt, stuff like that-."

She was cut off with a yelp as she was smashed into the satellite.

BS: "I've had ENOUGH with you all!"

Sunny meanwhile, saw something in the lower levels. She gasped and tugged at Optimus.

Sunny: "Orion!!! I see Becky! She's down there! They're hurting her c'mon!"

She squirmed free and leapt down, landing on her feet. Sure enough, she was strapped into a pod-like device, wires connected to her body as they drained her of her precious spark energy.

Sunny activated her wrist-mounted blades and attempted to cut through the glass, her eyes wide as she screamed Red’s name; the one she’d borne for the last thirteen years and the only one the small girl knew her as.

Sunny: "Becky! BECKY!”

Orion frowned, examining the structure that surrounded the redhead, looking for weakness. The best point to strike, to break it into shards; to get his first-born daughter out of there. Daughter . . . His spark ached. He wouldn't fail his daughter again; either of them.