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Post by Counterklock on Sept 24, 2016 15:27:18 GMT
Characters: See Below Location: The Nemesis Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Following the disastrous missions to retrieve the Iacon Relics, Megatron makes his displeasure known, and plots to reclaim what is rightfully his. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, a new player is lurking amongst the ranks…
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He was angry, furious, disappointed… Are they all incompetent ? Only one of them have done a correct job… And it's a medic? A MEDIC ? Are they ALL stupid? Megatron was in his quarter. He took a table were was many reports and just threw it. They will they is anger. Aren't they Decepticon? The most powerfull cybertronnians? They need to understand that no failure is allowed. Never. He calmed after growled few minutes. No one never see him like this. Everyone think that he's totally under control… but it's not. He is frustrated. He just want to kill someone. He just want to warn them that, next time, if they fail… They die. Why? Because with all this relics, the Autobots can win.
He left his apartment and went to retrieve the only one relics: The polarity gantlet. He then walked to the command center. Many was here, after received the order to come. They don't know why, but soon, the only thing they will want… Will be to get out there.
He came in. They seemed to all look at him, but didn't care. He went among them and raised the relic so that all could see it. At the same moment, two soldiers closing in the room and began outside the door to keep it. No one of them is allowed to quit the place. The leader was cold, but his red eyes was like fire form the Hell.
- This… is the only relic who was reported to me. Is any of you all can explain to me your incompetence?
After this, he looked at his second. He was responsible for all of this. Yes, the others was incompetents, but he hope that he takes his responsibilities for sanction the other… and take the blame.
- Starscream. You were responsible for the operation. I am waiting for you pathetic arguments. Start to explain. Right now.
It would have to be convincing! Stars' himself had brought nothing. Megatron was angry about anyone. He still did not believe that it is the doctor who is the only one who succeeded. How it's possible?
He feels Megatron before he sees him, before he even hears the heavy steps of the former gladiator making his way to the bridge. It’s his electromagnetic field that tips him off, and a familiar wavelength too, one filled with rage and bristling ire. Inwardly, Starscream searches for a contingency plan, an escape route, anything to abscond from his master’s impending wrath. Though, it is a fruitless process; he would be up to his optics in heaps of scrap if he ran.
Megatron’s outburst is typical as always, searching for ways to blame his underlings. I wonder if he’s ever stopped for a moment to ponder whether or not it’s his fault.
He sneers in the direction of Knock Out who is looking smug as ever, especially since he would be earning the spotlight, a spotlight he had deserved. Unknowingly, Starscream holds hidden a relic of his own, the Terminus Blade, a formidable relic indeed, one that would have surely weighed the scales in the Decepticon’s favor. That is—if he had handed it over. He’d rather keep his prize to himself for the time being; the opportunity would no doubt present itself to reveal it in due time.
For now… he would have to deal with a little unwarranted punishment.
The seeker drops his wings in resignation even though it pains him inwardly to do so. The gall of his master! Always as if every little mishap happens to be his fault. It’s obvious in the warlord’s inflection that he intends to make an example of him. Starscream braces his entire chassis visibly, looking up at the towering mech before him as all optics fell on him.
“Lord Megatron, it is with a heavy spark that I must say I have no excuse.” The words feel like rust on his glossa, itchy and thick, but Starscream’s theatrics do not disappoint; his voice modulator dips in all the right places to reflect deep regret and loss. He gestures with his clawed servos. “Despite our losses, should we not take this opportunity to plan how we will retrieve the lost relics, crushing the Autobots in the process?”
Within his processor, he fantasizes briefly about plunging the Terminus Blade into Megatron’s spark chamber. He pictures the hot, white and blue of the others’ core pulsing wildly at the betrayal before his spark is extinguished, the look of shock in crimson optics before they offline. Yes, what a marvelous escape from the current situation before him. He would bide his time, however; after all, the blade may prove to be a more useful bargaining chip than a weapon.
Soundwave stood off to the side within the command center, in an effort to see any objects being flung out of rage and spite due to the massive collection that was brought in.He had a hunch that this room was chosen so that the intercoms can play out what Megatron has to say and for the rest of the crew to hear and fear. The Communications Officer looked around the command center to see who was there for what is to come. So far all that went out to fetch the relics were there and in order. One of which was successful in gathering a nice relic to utilize.
He had to commemorate Knock Out, he could only wonder who was the poor soul that had to fight this hot rod. Still, Soundwave will get to hear gloating from this medic for when he has to get his repairs soon enough. Only Primus knows how long time will drag on in that medical room. This lead to him doing a silent systems check up on himself while the wait was happening.
Initializing Systems Check Up:
Face Visor Still Cracked
Onboard Processors Operating At Annoying Efficiency
Limbs And Core With Minor Dents And Scratches
:End Check Up
...
Estimated Operating Time With Knock Out: Short But Eternal
That cracked visor soon turned to the Second in Command, displaying a fragmented reflection of the Seeker. Unbeknownst to Soundwave, the Seeker did collect an object yet hid it away as an ace up his sleeve. It could go a multitude of ways if one found out. It had to be down to timing after all. Pull it out when absolutely needed and could be seen as a savior to a goal. Either too early or late and Megatron will explode. It will be a fine(invisible to the observant Soundwave) line for Starscream to trend on.
Of course others may have to be studious in their future efforts as their ranks may not be as grand as Starscream's or Soundwave's. That visor soon turned to reflect other individuals. An unknown entity that may have slipped into the cracks and was just forgotten, Steeljaw. The ever impressively shouldered Dreadwing with a big gun to tot around... Maybe to compensate for something? An ever green Moonwing who has much to learn and that looked to be just as solidly built as Dreadwing. He may need to keep an optic on her as well. Then the final one, a simple soldier known as SV-19. Strange how this Vehicon was singled out. Notes will be kept on this one.
What was worth noting was how Megatron entered. In disgust at their collective efforts. He too would be disgusted at them. Now his attention was fully focused on their powerful tyrant leader. Nothing to yank it free. Even if Starscream's words came forth in proposition to a plan of retrieval. It will be an interesting feat to witness the Decepticons make a come back when the Autobots hold many relics themselves. He simply turned his audio recorder on for Starscream to review later.
If there was one thing that could be appreciated about the Nemesis, it was the poor lighting.
It made it easy to hide, easy to avoid detection especially with the Vehicon troops they had manning this vessel to begin with. However, it didn't mean that he could be careless. While he did want to meet with Megatron, he didn't want their fateful meeting to happen in a random hallway. No, he needed to be mindful, and he wanted to wait until the right time to reveal himself.
As he peered around a corner with his optics narrowed, he spotted a lone Vehicon coming down the hall. The only way he was getting out of this one without being spotted was by ducking into the closest room. Pulling himself back in the direction he came, the wolf entered the nearest room.. a communications room by the looks of it.
It was perfect.
The dark lighting in the room gave him fair cover as he ducked into a dark corner. His golden optics would shine in the dark, so he would need to keep them closed as much as possible.
There Steeljaw crouched in silence, listening carefully as several individuals stepped into the room. Most he didn't recognize, but he cracked an optic open in order to spot two familiar faces: Starscream.. and that Vehicon from before. His grin grew smug, but closed his optic the moment he noticed the seemingly faceless one turned in his direction.
Before he could ponder too much on whether he had been detected or not, that's when the scrap his the fan. One Steeljaw could only assume to be Megatron himself barged into the room, angered that his crew had returned with simply one relic. A relic? What sort of relic? Either way, Starscream confirmed the wolf's suspicions as to who this newcomer to the room was. It was indeed Lord Megatron, and it seemed that someone had some 'splanin' to do.
'Oh, I believe this is going to be quite interesting,' Steeljaw thought to himself. He'd stay hidden for now, but once he felt the time was right he would emerge.
Dreadwing knew that his Lord would not be happy in the slightest when he and his brother returned from their search empty-handed, but he had not expected any other Decepticons (save for Moonwing) to have failed in their assigned missions. Having only one relic to show for his efforts certainly be reason enough for Megatron to unleash his wrath upon his troops, and punish them for their incompetence. He would accept any and all discipline for his failure.
He could only hope that Lord Megatron did not find out that the destruction of the Tox-En was entirely on purpose. Dreadwing turned to glance at his brother, to wonder if Skyquake would reveal the truth- but Skyquake was not there. Dreadwing blinked. Had they not walked here together in silence? Had his twin not taken his place beside Dreadwing just moments before?
He could not shake the feeling of alarm. Skyquake had been right there only mere moments ago- and yet, he felt the usual dormancy of their bond in his spark. Like tired eyes unable to focus upon words, his attention slipped away entirely from the matter, completely unaware of the universe’s gradual splintering around him.
(Something shifted in the corner of his optic, a glimmer of gold, a hint of a shadow moving- but it was surely a trick of the light. Even ever-observant Dreadwing did not detect their stowaway’s presence, and Steeljaw went unseen still.)
His young protege, Moonwing, cowered beside him. Normally, he would have left her to her cowering -- she needed to grow a spinal strut sooner or later -- but it had been clear that she had not been ready for such a mission, and she had returned with no relic and many wounds from her short but violent scuffle with an Autobot. Lord Megatron would single out those who failed their master, and while those who failed deserved his scorn, Dreadwing felt sorry for the young seeker. He angled himself so that she was partially blocked from view, hoping that Lord Megatron would pick him as a target instead.
“My Lord, it is regrettable indeed that we have lost so many relics to the Autobots, but perhaps we might still gain the upper hand,” Dreadwing said, “We might be able to capture one of their number and ransom them. Prime-” His voice wavered slightly, before his jaw tightened. “-Prime will not allow one of his own to suffer when he is in a position to act. A trade - an Autobot, or Autobots, for the relics.”
Breakdown himself seemed to hunch closer to the back, crossing his arms. Of course he couldn't come back from a mission with anything if he hadn't been sent out on one! And whose fault was that? Well, not that he was going to say that to Megatron's face or anything. That was tantamount to opening himself up to being massacred and tossed off the flight deck of the Nemesis. And frankly, he didn't want to be tossed off the flight deck of the Nemesis.
Thankfully, it appeared at least Knock Out was successful. That boded well, though the big bruiser wondered where the medic was in the first place. He could have sworn he was there. Did he disappear after being showered with all that praise? But Knock Out loved being praised!
Breakdown himself, however, doubted he was going to get any praise; his field was plagued with annoyance, doubt, frustration, and a bit of spiteful glee that most of the ones sent out on the missions failed. Served them right, really. Why should THEY have all the fun? One optic didn't mean he was useless, RIGHT?
"Yeah, we gotta force their hands. Maybe ya oughtta send someone out to capture an Autobot. Someone who didn't get to try to get his hands on a relic maybe?" Oops. He didn't mean to take a passive-aggressive tone.
The youngest member of the crew wisely kept her gaze upon the floor, and trembled next to Dreadwing.
Dread had settled low into her tanks even before she’d received the message to report in to her Lord and Master on her failure, but now poor Moonwing was near consumed by her sheer terror at the trouble she knew she was in. She had known before that her Lord and Master did not look upon her favorably due to her previous shortcomings. What would Lord Megatron do to her now that she’d lost the Apex Armour to an Autobot? Of course, the young seeker had had no chance of standing against a rookie Autobot much less a seasoned one, that much was certain, and she’d ultimately been doomed to failure from the start. Still, Lord Megatron would not see it that way, and now she had to pay for her incompetence.
Moonwing’s wounds had not been treated yet, and the dull ache of the blaster burns and dents upon her chassis served to remind her acutely of her failure. Denial of medical aid was standard procedure aboard the Nemesis, especially amongst those who’d failed their Master. She hurt all over, but she would have to grimace and bear it like a good, obedient Decepticon soldier. She deserved this. This was her penance.
‘This isn’t fair. This isn’t fair. I don’t want to be here.’
She realized then there was nothing she wanted more than to be away from this place. She wanted to run, to run and run and run until The Nemesis was nothing but a memory, and she could no longer feel Lord Megatron’s furious red gaze upon her. She didn’t know where she could go -- or if she could ever get away safely -- but the desire to simply be elsewhere was all-consuming. What would it be like, to be free? To go where she wished and live without constant fear? She didn’t know, but she bet it would feel wonderful.
So distracted was she by this private fantasy that Moonwing hardly processed the plot that was proposed now -- and when she did, there was no denying how her wings drooped sharply in alarm, but she did not say anything for fear of reprimand. Ransom? The idea left a bad taste in her mouth, but- it was not her place to question. She stood silently, obediently, and wished she could be anywhere else.
Like several other Decepticons in the room, Sev had remained in the long, overcaste shadows himself. The vehicon had been given the next shift taking a watch over the Nemesis’s bridge, only he preferred to do it from a darker corner. The mech’s dark-colored armor soaked in the shadows like a sponge, naturally coating himself with the blackness. The vehicon found himself trapped in the room, as more and more Decepticons turned their attention towards their thundering leader. Sev beheld the rage of the great silver mech. Relics? Everyone had been sent out for artifacts. Sev blinked, he had only recently arrived. He must have missed everything that had occurred prior to Megatron’s wrath. Everyone knew it was taboo to speak of leaving the room now. Unfortunately for everyone, it was etiquette that they took the onslaught of what came out of their leaders mouth like a punching bag. Sev had not participated in whatever ‘quest’ these other Decepticons apparently had (apparently neither had Breakdown Sev realized when he heard the mech’s grumble of a reply)
The vehicon kept to himself, awaiting any sort of command. Despite the fact that he had ideas, he had no place to speak them. As a vehicon, he only spoke when spoken to when it came to his superiors. So the mech continued to stand against the wall, his attentions set on every occupant of the room. There was that wolf-ish figure Steeljaw. Sev desperately wished he knew how that mech had snuck his way into the ranks. The instant Sev looked upon him, he wanted that wolf out. That mech didn’t belong in the presence of Lord Megatron. I know you’re up to no good. I know you weren’t apart of this previous quest because I remember very clearly your little introduction to Starscream. Sev switched his gaze to Soundwave. The Communication’s officer’s unreadable faceplate made Sev glad he stood at attention. He could have sworn the deep blue mech had glanced upon him. Then there was a gold and blue seeker. He definitely sounded like he had a plan. The smaller seeker quivering behind the larger mech caught Sev’s eyes. Sev hadn’t seen a Decepticon look so scared in his life. Her clear alarm and desire to get out of the room was evident. Relatable too. I’m in the same boat as everyone else here. Sev reminded himself.
The customized vehicon continued to keep to himself as he listened for more conversation. He walked from the darkness so he was at the back of the gathered group. It was not a custom of his to be at the front of most conferences, considering he was just a grunt after all, experimental or not. Sev couldn’t help but begin to feel a pang of sorrow for the rookie Decepticon. She must have failed terribly in something. To vehicons, failure usually meant they were killed by Autobots—or Megatron. Sometimes, the same went for more sentient beings. Whether they were the SiC, or a lowly rookie trying to prove his or her metal. That wasn’t it though. If anyone was bold enough to flee the Decepticon order, then that meant they were paid a visit from the DJD. Either way, once a Decepticon, death or being stranded somewhere was the only ticket out. The vehicon’s programming made him believe that it was Megatron’s will, hence, it was justice in the long run, somehow.
How was it that the only one who retrieved a relic out of every soldier on this ship was the medic of all bots?! That should have been the first slap to the face to every one of them in the room that had searched for a relic. While the Polarity Gauntlet could be of use to the Decepticon cause, the best tools for task were now in Autobot hands! His glare first focused on Soundwave. How this mech had failed him to begin with was beyond all comprehension.. but he was the least of his concerns at the moment.
At Dreadwing's words, the silver and purple mech seethed, marching directly towards him with what could have easily been the winner of the world's most intimidating glare award. "Regrettable? You allowed the Tox-En to be DESTROYED! You have no idea what you have cost the Decepticon cause!" His attention was then drawn to the cowering Moonwing. The sight of the quaking femme sickened him; A soldier so wracked with fear to this degree served little use to the Decepticons. "And you... What is your excuse?! You have tested my patience time and time again, Moonwing, and now you have cost me a RELIC! I am beginning to question why I even let Dreadwing train you in the first place!" With an audible growl, he focused his attention on his second-in-command.
His second.. the one who had been in charge of this whole endeavor to begin with!
"I should never have tasked you with an operation of this level of importance, Starscream! Because of you, we have lost nearly ALL of the relics! For this you will be gravely punished.. as goes for the rest of you who have failed me!" Megatron's wrath continued, but lessened to a degree at Starscream and Dreadwings' suggestions. An Autobot hostage.. The idea was plausible, but would need to be executed without any complications. Even Breakdown seemed to agree that this was a good idea.
The Decepticon warlord's glare lessened into a harsh stare, looking to the group.. taking note of the Vehicon who had stepped closer. "Perhaps.. the idea of a hostage holds merit. Breakdown, as you have expressed such interest in this matter, I myself am tasking you to bring me an Autobot prisoner. However, I warn you.. failure is not an option."
Megatron once more stepped towards the center of the room, the Polarity Gauntlet firmly in his grip. "This will only reward us a select few of the relics, even with multiple hostages. We will need to take a much more drastic approach in order to reclaim what is rightfully ours! The Autobot base must be located immediately."
Strange.. Why did it almost feel like there was another presence in the room? The tyrant would be keeping a close optic around this area, and if he could confirm these suspicions of another being here, the intruder would definitely suffer his wrath ten fold.
A prickle starts at the end of his spinal struts with every nanoklik, it grows. It seems to fester in his very plating, tickling in the worst possible way. As the other bots speak, Starscream has optics only for his master whose malice manifests by tenfold with every word vocalised. The prickling sensation grows to needle point, crawling up his struts and making his wings twitch several times in a row as if to rid of the sensation; there’s no shaking it, however, especially when the warlord’s gaze fixes on him squarely.
He bows abruptly at the cruel tone, instinctually bracing for an impact that never comes but would, eventually. If nothing else Megatron is always true to his word, regrettably so. How many times would the leader of the Decepticons punish him before he no longer had a SIC to punish? There is a desperate part of him, one born of his own self-preservation, that hopes feebly that Lord Megatron will forget his transgressions, forget to enact his punishment altogether, though it is consistently shown that the former gladiator never forgets and seldom forgives.
It’s difficult for him to continue their meeting while resisting their urge to transform and jettison from the Nemesis entirely.
“If I may make a suggestion, my liege,” sweeping a servo in the direction of Soundwave, who too had failed, “Soundwave’s reconnaissance skills are—legendary. Perhaps he should be in charge of determining the base’s location.” He barely manages to keep the mockery from his vocaliser.
His master’s TIC had also failed, miserably, at that. Crimson optics narrow, zeroing in on the speechless mech’s splintered visor with a bit of glee in his spark. Oh, how Starscream wants badly to shout to the entire command center that he had been more successful than all the other bots in the room combined! How Megatron would praise him! It would get him out of the impending punishment, as well, were he to mention his little treasure… However, the seeker is hesitant to even consider doing so. With his luck and Megatron’s accompanying ire, he’s more likely to be staring down the mech’s mounted cannon for keeping it a secret. It takes tangible effort to keep from stopping his ped in sheer frustration, him resigning to grit his dentae behind a closed intake instead.
Starscream’s digits flicker nervously, briefly noticing that Megatron’s focus is beginning to shift strangely, in a distracted way. He takes a tally of the bots on the bridge, noting that the EM field count outnumbered the chassis… What's so familiar about that—suddenly, his optics grow wide, flicking to up to Megatron and moving closer to him.
Despite his fear of being punished, it's an almost innate response now to stand at his side. He opens his lip plates to warn him, but instead chooses the nonverbal route: «Master, there's an intruder in our midst.» He pings him directly.
OOC: @steeljaw , found you! but let me know if that's okay w/ you. i can change it if it's too power-play.
Having the focus of Megatron's boundless "praise" be focused on Starscream was comforting at times, reveling in Starscreams failures while learning what not to do himself. A manner of peaking to learn and improve. Of course he wasn't there to witness Starscream's failure and record it to gleefully replay for his eyes only.
Yet being the ever recording... He had Laserbeak take some pictures and video recording during his intrepid encounters in the jungles below. This will provide first hand source material for his troops on the ground and to better prepare for what some of Earth's terrain possesses and how they can effectively utilize it. It is much different viewing it from space when compared to seeing Soundwave chopping several low hanging branches away or how his feet sank into such a soft soil. These recordings also revealed a few Autobot aspects. Such as a confirmed Ratchet and Wheeljack as well as the Jackhammer!
Two known entities and a vehicle to trace. Best to know your enemies before tackling them. Figure out what can hurt the Autobots the most. Even if it cost them a relic in the short run. Though suggestions of capturing an Autobot or two cropped up came as an interesting twist to the silent mech, creating a sense of excitement that was quickly shut down by his onboard processors. Excitement in capturing a potential wealth of knowledge is one thing, having it overflowing during the heat of battle is another.
Just as Starscream proclaimed his skills are legendary, it began to fill his being with pride. Pride that grew and grew. It wasn't put into check by his onboard systems and was instead let to sit and bask him in it glory. Those skills were hard earned and he will be damned to the pits if he let his programs tell him no that he can't have any of that. Though somehow he must keep his pride in his feats from reaching the SIC's level when he does something worthy of an accolade.
Prepping Internal Programs To Search For Auobot Presence
Trace Autobot EM Fields
Reconnaissance Earth's World Wide Web For Unusual Robotic Sightings
Use Sniffers For The Jackhammer's Exhaust Fumes
Speak With Decepticon Units of Whom They Met In Their Missions To Determine Best Candidates
His cracked visor barely moved from the entourage of Decepticons in this meeting. Seems Soundwave was busy plotting his own course of actions before he affixed his body to better face the almighty Warlord and the charismatic Seeker. A simple nod came from the TIC before his visor turned to reflect specific individuals once more before figuring out who to speak to first and whom they met. Perhaps he can create folders of Earth bound Autobots in his spare time so he may have reference material. Of course he will have to share these folders with everyone and some people know he likes to keep these digital files clean of fingerprints.
Steeljaw couldn't help but be amused as Megatron lashed out at his own troops, recounting their failures and his regrets for letting them take on these missions. They had to have preformed terribly to have received the beating that they did, which had been quite understandable in Steeljaw's mind. He almost wondered what sort of punishments they would be in for.
But his thought process was shifted at the mention of hostages, as well as the suggestion that the Autobot base needed to be found immediately. The wolf grinned to himself, and knew now how to weasel his way into this operation. While he didn't quite know what these relics were, getting himself involved would have that grant him that knowledge in time. Megatron wanted them, and he wanted their base. Perhaps Crown City did have it's benefits after all~.
Thank you so much Bumblebee for having a base right out there in the open.
Quickly and quietly, Steeljaw slunk along the wall, right until he had reached the center. From there.. he stepped right out towards the group of Decepticons.
"Excuse me, friends.. but I couldn't help but overhear you wanted the location of the Autobot base. I think I might be of some assistance." Steeljaw smirked, looking towards the group before him.
To Dreadwing’s credit, he did not flinch when his Lord stalked furiously in his direction, nor did he quail under the full, uninhibited force of the warlord’s gaze. He would face whatever repercussions Lord Megatron would deal to him, and do so with no complaint. Not only had he failed to retrieve a relic sought by his master, he had done worse than merely ‘allow’ it to be destroyed; he’d presumed to know better than Lord Megatron’s wisdom.
‘I know what cost it would have had upon the Decepticon Cause, and I judged it to be too high,’ he reminded himself - though he dared not give this thought voice, for if Megatron knew the true reason the Tox-En had been lost, it would be his head on the wall as an example of what became of those who defied their Master. A good soldier dared not presume to know better than the one they served under, and he struggled to reconcile this with the fact that he had done what he had thought was best for the Cause as a whole. ’My loyalty is what drove my decision,’ Dreadwing tried to tell himself, though deep down he knew it to be false.
“If I may, Master- Capturing multiple Autobots as hostages would be the most efficient way of forcing Prime’s hand. The higher their rank, the better, especially if we were to catch those of his ‘inner circle’. Perhaps we might be able to bait a trap.” The Autobots could not resist a trap baited with innocents; perhaps they could kidnap some of their human pets.
(He tried to ignore the guilt in his spark; Optimus had once saved his life, and this was how he repaid such a debt?)
-And then, there was a stranger in their midst, one that he’d not noticed. For all his failures and shortcomings, Dreadwing still had some devotion to his lord left, and the moment Steeljaw stepped forward, the seeker was moving to position himself between this unknown and Lord Megatron. “State your designation!” He barked, crimson optics narrowed in suspicion.
Breakdown shuddered internally, but tried to keep as stonefaced as normal. Make himself not a target. He could see that Moonwing was already shaken. He wanted to help but he was told not to. And he knew better than to go against Megatron. Pieces of him vaguely remembered being denied treatment for the loss of his own optic, an incident he didn't even remember.
"Understood, Lord Megatron. Name your prisoner, and I'll get him. Or her. Or even them if you want more than one. If ya want I'll even take Knock Out along to help." He did work best with Knock Out after all. But he wasn't expecting miracles right now. After all, Megatron was on the warpath, and a warlord on the warpath wasn't someone that a warrior like Breakdown would expect miracles of kindness from.
He then tensed at Starscream's strange behavior--that was, until he saw who Starscream was seeming to detect. He tensed his shoulders slightly and gritted his fangs. "Yeah, what kind of assistance, Fido?" His single golden optic gave a sharp gaze to the wolficon. "Ya better not be piling us with a buncha Buffaloid scrap."