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Characters: Megatron, Kaon, Vos Location: The Bridge of the Nemesis Content Warnings: Mentions of Violence and Possible Torture Plot Summary: Megatron summons the DJD in order to task them with hunting down Dreadwing due to recent events
Vos was far from the loyal fanatic that Tarn was, but, that did not mean he was not in awe of their leader. A sadist who enjoyed causing pain, Vos had been all too glad when he was invited into the DJD, Megatron’s hand of justice. It was an honor the scientist was all too aware of. And all too glad for. To him, Megatron was a great leader, yes. But he was also the bot who had given Vos the freedom to do as he would. He was the one who had sanctioned Vos’s use of his mask on traitors, who had approved of his becoming one of the select few to enact his will, who had granted him the position of serving a great purpose in the war. Vos was a logician, by no means a dreamer, but, he understood his lord’s cause, and was oddly humbled that the former gladiator saw fit to include him in it.
Or, that’s what he thought to himself as he stalked through the halls of the Nemesis after the Peaceful Tyranny stopped at its docking port. His red optics trailed the vehicons who skittered out of the way of those whose mere mention struck terror into the sparks of Decepticons and Autobots alike. Not just fear. Terror. What a deliciously intoxicating feeling, to be the stuff of nightmares for Cybertronians throughout the universe. And, it seemed, those beyond. When Vos had been made aware of the strange rifts in time and space, his scientists’ mind had been curious. And his torturer’s mind gleeful. How many more opportunities were made by those rifts?
The small bot, smaller than any of those present, came to the hatch that would lead to the command center of the warship, where he knew his lord to be. He would wait, just outside the hatch, to be granted entrance, his stance slightly hunched as his optics regarded those within the hall with a soulless stare.
Perhaps all too silent, Kaon was already in the vicinity, having heard through Inter-Decepticon radio frequency that Vos would be arriving. The clicks of claws preceded the heavier thud of pedefalls. The click of a glossa, though faint, could be heard.
"Vos."
Perhaps a little laconic in his greeting, Kaon thrust a servo forward, a faint smile crossing his faceplates. It had been some time since he had 'seen' one of his comrades. Oh, he had seen 'comrades'. But as far as he was concerned, the Decepticon Justice Division were their own entity, above the average cannon fodder and medical staff.
"It is a pleasure to see my comrade in arms again." His face seemed to turn toward Vos, his glossa always quietly clicking to 'see' Vos' position.
The Pet, perhaps more antsy, pawed at Vos' leg. He missed their comrade dearly and had wanted to feel his touch again. The "sparkeater"--nothing more than a strange, modified turbofox of sorts--whined softly.
Another member of the Decepticon Justice Division coming to the Nemesis? Megatron could hardly be surprised, but perhaps it would boost the morale of Kaon and Tarn. More numbers meant more chances to catch Dreadwing, as well as any other traitors that may be lurking on this planet, and that was perfectly alright with the tyrant.
He followed Kaon to the bridge, giving the mech and his pet a chance to meet with Vos before approaching them all at once. Servos clasped behind his back, Megatron strode through and made optic contact with the group.
"Vos. It is a pleasure to see you once more. I take it that your journey to the Nemesis was not uncomfortable?" Megatron looked down to the sparkeater, raising an optic ridge ever so slightly at it's desire to greet the rifle. And here people thought this creature was vicious. To be honest, Megatron wished that it was at all times. "Come inside. Surely you must be exhausted."
Vos looked up as Kaon approached. Right on time. Leave it to the Listkeeper to be the punctual one. Vos straightened out of his hunched posture when he registered that Megatron was with his comrade. Slouching through the corridors was fine, as it presented a sort of lazy ease and feeling of being in control, but doing so in front of his leader? Likely not wise.
The smaller bot took Kaon's outstretched servo, nothing in his field giving away just how truly glad he was to see his comrade. No matter how sparkless and cruel a bot may be, there was something about being greeted with a smile and knowing that someone was genuinely happy to 'see' you that made everything better. He responded, the guttural hissing of the Primal Vernacular emanating from his vocal projector, from the area of his head.
"You as well, Kaon."
He stepped back, moving his servo from Kaon's to absentmindedly rest on the Pet's head as it pawed at him. Oh, the creature was vicious. Most of the time. But, like any pet, it was surprisingly docile in the presence of it's handler and comrades. As Megatron passed, he bent at the waist in a show of deference.
"My Lord Megatron, the pleasure is mine," just because he spoke in the Primal Vernacular, didn't means that he didn't know how to be eloquent, "Of course, it was not. We of the DJD are accustomed to traveling as far as necessary to seek out those who have deserted our cause," there was a tone of disdain in that reference to those deserters, though, if anyone but Kaon would pick it up, he did not know.
He straightened only when the warlord had moved past him to lead the way onto the bridge, light steps nearly drowned out by the heavier thudding of his leader's footfalls.
"I am never too tired to do your will, my lord," was the rifle's reply to Megatron's observation.
It was true that he was a bit tired. Yes, he was accustomed to space travel, but, he could use a good recharge. But, that was arbitrary in the face of his duties. Besides, the thrill of a good hunt would relieve any fatigue. It always did.
"I am the gun in your hand, to fire as you please. And I have heard that you have a very specific target in mind."
Perhaps he had been in Tarn's company for too long, but, he did not mind using the metaphor as much as he would when he first joined. It was the truth, after all. He was, both literally and figuratively, a weapon for his lord's use.
The Listkeeper of course was known for his punctuality. He had assistance in keeping his priorities straight; little guidances, little nudges, little nuzzles. The Pet had always made sure that Kaon was on schedule with everything around as Kaon, left to his own devices, would prefer to rest and siphon electricity. Having perhaps the delicate issue of a weakness to a cold-construct's thawed spark made him have to be a little more careful, as though he were on borrowed time.
He was at a peaceful state of ease while still holding himself with decorum around Megatron. His helm stayed held high and for a moment he seemed to communicate with his digits against Vos's palm as though to convey his true joy of being able to greet his comrade. The Pet itself would lean into the touch. Only around its comrades did it let its guard down--but only during downtime. During patrols it was apt to growl and posture protectively as though to tell those who would attack Kaon that there were optics on them. That wasn't to say that Kaon wasn't 'seeing' them in some form.
"We never tire of our service, our Lord." His voice was softspoken. "For you are the spark of energy to light us and the digit that pulls our trigger, to fire to your will." True, he was no Megatron, nor even Tarn, but even Kaon had his poetic side. Perhaps as he was a bit more gentlemanly than some of his comrades--not that he would openly say such things about Tesarus and Helex.
Oh, he would never!
After all, they had dirt on him too. And he was far too polite anyway.
There were some days that Megatron really thought that the entirety of the DJD worshiped him as a celestial being and not just as the leader of the Decepticons.
..At least they showed where their loyalties stood.
It took the tyrant a moment to understand Vos' words, translating the Primal Vernacular into a language he could speak. While he knew it, he was rusty at speaking it and knew it would be best to brush up on that once again. Perhaps once the Autobots were taken care of. Permanently.
He began to lead both of them as well as the Pet inside of the Nemesis, servos folded behind his back while he spoke to the both of them. He did not glance back at them as he spoke, but trusted that they would listen well. After all, that is what he personally trained them to do, and Tarn should have kept that reminder in check.
"You are correct, Vos. I summoned Tarn on a special mission to hunt down the one known as Dreadwing for me. While I would not normally pull you from your list, this is a unique situation that requires extra.. finesse. Tarn summoned you to aid him in this task. I want Dreadwing brought to me alive. While I would allow you to deliver what is due to him, I desire to grant him his punishment personally."
Anyone who cared to look closely enough would notice the way that Vos immediately seemed to gravitate toward Kaon, staying close to his comrade's side in a way that bespoke a certain intimacy and trust. Kaon was often the one who aided Vos on the battlefield, securing victims while Vos used his mask to inflict pain. There were also those moments when Kaon used him in rifle mode. The otherwise immobile Decepticon trusted only a few to fire him in that mode. If anyone else were to try, they would get a nasty surprise. His nearness to his comrade was born out of that trust as well as a sense of self-preservation. Vos was a small bot, and he did not carry weapons. He relied on his comrades to protect him. Kaon's presence immediately set him more at ease.
Vos's optics lit with a malignant spark as Megatron spoke. A special target given to them directly by their lord. No wonder Tarn had called them back. The need for Dreadwing to be alive was slightly disappointing, but, he would do as ordered. Besides...it could be fun.
"Alive...and unspoilt, my lord?" he asked, cocking his head in an almost avian manner.
Leaving him undamaged could prove difficult. After all, when Dreadwing fought back...well, none of their frontline fighters were known for being gentle. Particularly not Tarn.
Kaon himself seemed to gravitate toward Vos in equal measure. Yes, he could use echolocation or rely on the pet to guide him in most situations. However, on the battlefield, Vos was one of the very few he trusted to guide him in the heat of battle, often placing his servo on the smaller mech's shoulder while the sinewy mech guided him safely. Too, he trusted Vos to be the one to help him aim in a chaotic situation where his echolocation and electrolocation skills were jammed by the sheer excessive presence of others or the sheer noise. Vos had not steered him wrong on the battlefield, whether walking or shooting.
He knew well of the search for Dreadwing by this point but he too shared the questioning concern. He would continue Vos's thought process almost. "It might be quite difficult to capture him without at least marking him with wounds for our efforts." He then smiled. "But rest assured, as you request us to leave him alive, he will be left alive for it is perhaps the best torture of all--to have to answer to you personally."
Most Decepticons would have simply received a toss across the room for questioning Megatron's orders, but there were those select few that would have simply received an optic roll.
The entirety of the Decepticon Justice Division were among those lucky few.
"You may bring him to me injured, but Kaon is correct. You will bringing him to me still functioning and online. However.. Kaon, your points are valid. To leave Dreadwing alive for his crime would be fitting as punishment. I shall consider the possibility." It was rare to get the tyrant to see reason, but this was a good point for the Listkeeper to bring up. By killing him swiftly, Dreadwing would not suffer in the least.
Leaving him alive, however..
Megatron smirked, leading the two and Pet further into the recesses of the Nemesis. "Bring him to me, and you shall be rewarded."
Vos's digits twitched, the clawed tips tapping together softly as they brushed. His fatigue was gone, now. The prospect of a hunt was all too good, and he clung to every word his lord said.
Though it would likely go unseen, he inclined his head deeply, almost bowing but not quite. "We thank you, Lord Megatron, for the opportunity to do your will. Truly, being granted the honor of this personal request is all the reward required."
Rewards sounded nice, but, Vos was...happy hunting. The opportunity to do so, at a specific request from his lord, no less! was suitable to him.
Of course, Kaon loved the thought of torturing Dreadwing to death. It was a delicious thought that left him delirious with excitement. But he let that excitement bubble down through himself with an electric crackle down his own spine. Oh the thrill of the hunt, the thrill of the chase. He wanted it to hurry and be time to chase Dreadwing.
"Vos speaks the truth. Our greatest reward will be doing your will and bringing the joy of leaving his end in your hands."
Of course, the thrill of the hunt was one thing. But Kaon got a greater rush from aspects of torture. Torture was his stock, trade, and specialty.
He just wanted to subject Dreadwing to the ultimate torture.
Megatron listened to the two's continued praise, so close to getting annoyed by it but he decided to just take the compliment. At least these were ones among his ranks who not only did their jobs but also did them most effectively. Personally training them had done wonders, though there were those that lived on the Nemesis at present that would prove otherwise.
"You may set off at Tarn's command as I am allowing him to lead this task as per the norm. You may rest and train aboard the Nemesis as you see fit, but do not forget yourselves. As long as you stay on this ship, you will do my bidding as well as Tarn's. Should I need your expertise in missions other than the List, then I expect you to do as such."
Glancing over to them, he thought to himself. "I will give you access to all areas of the ship. Use that privilege wisely."
Another bow. If Vos had a mouth, he would be smiling. As it was, his eyes narrowed in sick pleasure.
"You are a gracious master, Lord Megatron. We will remind Dreadwing of the meaning of loyalty...and what befalls those who think to fall into weakness."
He returned to his full, albeit still diminutive, height.
"By your leave, I will begin immediately."
Already, he was plotting, his processor spinning with ways to flush the traitor out. Memories of how sweet a hunt could be. Dreadwing was said to have honor of a sort. Vos enjoyed those targets. The strong-willed ones made for the best breaking.
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