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Jet wasn’t nervous, no he wasn’t. He was just inwardly freaking out - a lot.
The fact they’d wanted him in this mission as a real test of his metal was nerve wracking. And he knew if Bluestreak ever heard he was in the same room as Megatron he’d have a lot of explaining to do. But he’d jumped at the chance to be there and be of service to the Autobots. Another chance at showing he was worthy of joining up - he figured.
As they started toward he rendezvous spot, Jet was pretending not to be mentally excited. He was here - alongside some of his childhood heroes and this was actually happening. But this was no time to freak out on anyone, instead his mind was sharply on their goal, which was getting the hostages safely out of there.
“I mean it sounds like a good enough plan if they buy it,” he’d only been filled in on what this thing was in a debrief - but he was a bit weary on that end. “I mean they don’t have a way of actually telling, right?”
His voice showed a hint of nervousness and inexperience. But mostly the nervousness he was trying to hide.
As the other Autobots talked, Perceptor was glancing around. A scan of the surroundings indicated no sources or sinks of microwaves or electromagnetic waves of higher energies. He was now undergoing the painstakingly slow process of scanning the sky for unusual radio signals or receivers. Nothing so far. Soundwave was unlikely there, with a 2.8-σ confidence interval. He replayed the past minute of conversation and decided to contribute.
"The replica was made using materials of a similar density," said Perceptor. "And the mass was distributed according to the specifications we had in base. Its reflectivity across wavelengths was as close to the Forge as could be made. If it passes Ultra Magnus's tests it should be indistinguishable from the original, given what Ironhide said is true."
The physicist grabbed his sniper rifle, checking it over to see if it was still in optimum condition. "And if a fight ever breaks out, retrieve the replica. They need to see us treat it as if it were real." He didn't plan on going with the rest of them. He'd be hiding in the nearby forest, viewing them with his scope.
Listening as the others talked, Peripheral took a mental inventory of the very few medical tools and supplies he had on him. He almost dared to hope, just for a moment, that it wouldn't come down to him needing to use them, as improvised weapons or otherwise. But then again, he had to think about what they were walking into. He probably would.
"That's a good point. They'd know something was up immediately if we didn't." He attempted to relax his shoulders to hide how nervous he was himself. Consciously acting natural was probably the most difficult thing he'd ever tried to do.
Megatron would not allow himself to have Rodimus' childish words get under his armor plating. Yes, it grated on him but he would endure. If he so willed it, he could probably have him terminated at that very moment.. something that the other captive seemed to understand quite well. However, perhaps it would do good to instill some fear into Rodimus' spark.
...If he even knew how to do that, that was to say.
As his army clamored on whether or not to silence the red Autobot, Megatron turned to face him, pointing his Dark Star Saber at the nuisance.
"Do you not realize that I could terminate you with great ease? That you are more than simply outnumbered.. and unable to fight. You had best hope the Autobots have deemed you and your friend worthy enough of a rescue. I know better than to believe they would simply hand over the Forge of Solus Prime without some sort of countermeasure." Lowering his blade, he then turned away from Rodimus. "You would do well to take note of your friend. He seems to have the right idea."
The tyrant glared down the path of the mine, keeping himself prepared for when the Autobots would arrive. "The Autobots should be here before long provided they are in fact willing to exchange the Forge. Do not let your guards down for a moment." He would rally his troops, and he would expect nothing less out of any of them.
Rodimus couldn't help the laugh the resonated out of him. "You really think the 'Bots are gonna trade an Iaconian Relic for us?!" He shook his head, the laughter continuing. "You're insane! We're valuable, but we aren't that valuable! What if they decide not to exchange, and they want to fight instead? Primus knows that's a bad idea in an Energon Mine. You really couldn't choose a better location for this exchange?"
The speedster shook his head, giving an indignant clicking of his tongue and crossing his arms over his chest. "That's really just unsafe and irresponsible, Lord Megatron," the mocking nature of his words was undeniable.
Even with how freaked out Hot Shot was at the moment, he was at least a little happier to have Rodimus here with him. Well.. maybe not that Rodimus was in the same situation that he was in, but it was a sorta comfort thing that he wasn't gonna argue about.
Besides, the mech was busy as it was arguing with Megatron.
But he did have a good point. Would the Autobots seriously trade something like the Forge for them? Seemed like a rather steep trade, and at the end of the day were two mechs worth a weapon with infinite possibilities? They could use that for just about anything! True, Megatron would never be able to use it, but would that really stop him from trying to find some sort of work around..? Only a Prime could use the thing the way it was meant to. That's.. what he understood anyway.
"He's.. got a point. They come and a single fight's gonna blow us all away with all the Energon here."
Hot Shot honestly hoped that wasn't something Megatron had actually intended..
Staring at the face of Rodimus, was like staring at the face of her father’s killer. The level of difficulty it had been not to transform, and power up her null cannon, was mind-boggling. She wanted to kill him with her whole entire being. Just end him right then and there. She knew of course that this Rodimus before the Femme wasn’t the one from her home universe, and thus if she had killed him, she wouldn’t get the satisfaction of killing her creator. Spacewarp spoke up, reminding her that they were prisoners, not children.
She was surprised at her, but of course, she probably hadn’t seen Rodimus kill Megatron, thus she probably wasn’t as affected by his appearance as she was. Tarn was next to speak to her, wisely telling her not to waste her ire on him, and also telling her that it was only those who were the most afraid who spoke the most. That caused a grin to form. This Rodimus was afraid?! It was almost laughable, but she chose to listen to the two of them.
She saw Megatron's actions, and once more she admired the sword. It was amazing that such a thing could be created out of Dark Energon she had heard. Whether or not it was as good as the Star Saber, she didn’t know, but she was interested in seeing its capabilities.
She smirked at the Autobots, who seemed to think their people wouldn’t care about them. “Then let us hope you are wrong,” she told him, as soon after the other mech spoke up, saying that Rodimus was right. She remained silent, and on guard, her railguns were out and ready to be used if needed.
There was undoubtedly truth to the Autobots' words. Megatron knew it as well; he'd chosen a location poorly suited for fighting, because a fight now would suit no one, least of all the Decepticons. If things did end up going poorly, the fliers would be constrained to a low flight ceiling coupled with innumerable rocky obstacles to prevent a real fight from taking place. With all the energon deposits clustered in the walls, it would only take one stray shot to ignite the whole pocket. A deathtrap wasn't where Spacewarp would've liked to be right now, but one thought comforted her.
It wasn't a question of whether or not the Autobots would ambush the meeting, it was whether or not they intended to actually turn over the Forge of Solus Prime. The sheer volume of Decepticons that had turned out were merely to look tough, because if they weren't, hardly anybody would be walking out of here. She only hoped that Hot Shot and Rodimus were enticing enough as captives.
In Steamhammer's optics, he was here for insurance; cave-in insurance, to be precise. While his fists may be precise enough to avoid any unneeded structural damage to the cave system, the same could not be said of his weight. If the massive Constructicon moved around too much, too quickly, there would undoubtedly be a collapse. Luckily for all parties involved, he was also adept at preventing a collapse. His gravity matrix could stabilize any less-than-sound sections of the cavern, or at least provide those around him with a shield. So long as he was standing, no Decepticon would be lost today.
Tarn was oddly fascinated by the bravado the young Autobot showed. Here he was, in the hands of the enemy, shooting off his mouth without a care, it seemed. And he was convinced that his teammates wouldn't make the trade? Hmph. If that were the case, and their tokens didn't make the exchange rate, Tarn dearly hoped that his Lord would turn the prisoners over to his tender care so that they may at least gain any valuable information they may possess.
"As you command," he rumbled in response to Megatron's order.
He truly believed himself superior to any Autobot who may challenge him, save the Prime, of course. But, he knew the path arrogance could take him down. Best to keep from underestimating the enemy.
Flatline stiffened slightly when Megatron thrust the Dark Star Saber closer to Rodimus, feeling the energy radiating from it seeming to trigger a reaction with the dark energon in his own system. Part of him hated that it had to be now of all times for it to stir, causing the mech to tighten his grip on his hammer for a moment, relaxing his tense frame once more.
There was no fighting that feeling, that rise of darker emotions awakened by the properties of the Dark energon. It always brought the darker side of the usually calm mech, but perhaps for this particular event that wouldn't entirely be a bad thing. If it came to a fight he would go in unrestrained and ready to tear apart his enemies with a fervor more befitting a warrior than a medic. "You sure I can't give this hot shot of a punk one good shock boss bot? Might shut him up for a few minutes." Flatline asked, tone strangely aggressive yet calm all at once, holding up his hammer as emphasis as he glared at Rodimus.
One well place strike would probably send the hot rod crumpling to the ground.
But at Megatron's insistence they be ready for anything, Flatline reluctantly backed off slightly, but nevertheless left the offer hanging in the air. Until he knew for certain though, Flatline narrowed his optics, which now had dark purple outlining the outer parts of them, awaiting the party of Autobots that would come for the exchange.
"If all Autobots are in agreement that the replica is passing enough, then we should move forward with the proceedings. If things go South, and the Decepticons attempt to take the replica without returning the hostages, we are in agreement that we should treat the replica as though it were the real thing. Be vigilant, as we will be engaging in an Energon mine. The scenery will be dangerous, and prone to explosion. Refrain from distanced combat and the use of firearms if at all possible," Ultra Magnus recapped, internally hoping that things would not come to blows. Life would be much simpler if they took the bait of the false Forge.
"If there are concerns, raise them now," the command was given as he took hold of the false Forge, making his way toward the exit. "Fall in line, Autobots." He figured any concerns to be had could simply be handled once they were already on their way.
Ironhide was never one for that science mumbo jumbo that Perceptor liked to shoot off. If Percy said it was fine, it was fine, and that was as far as he cared to go. The weapons specialist gave a hum that was more like a growl, the sound rumbling through his chassis. No firearms? Eh, he wasn't happy about it, but, he'd make due. Wasn't like he was stupid enough to try and bring down a whole mine.
"Got no questions or concerns 'ere," he responded, "'m righ' behind ya', sir."
With the heavy stomping of large pedes, the grizzled old warrior followed after his commander, looking forward to a successful rescue operation.
"No complaints here." Windblade agreed, following after Ironhide and Ultra Magnus as they made their way to the mine. And fortunately enough for her, close combat was her specialty so she was not particularly concerned in causing a problem in that regard.
Besides, they were going in a mine, so her only distance weapon in robot mode would be rather useless or affect everyone in the vicinity. A powerful gust created by her turbines could quickly turn the favor to their enemies or harm allies, and the ceiling would be far too low for proper aerial combat as it was. So, this would certainly again take away one of her biggest advantages among the Autobots, but that wouldn't deter her from still saving their friends and comrades. This time she didn't plan on leaving fellow Autobots behind as she and others on their last energon retrieval had done, though reluctantly given the situation then.
As they got closer to their destination, the Camien seeker retracted her wings against her back and kept her deactivated blades partly at the ready at her side, being prepped just in case. But to give them some precaution, Windblade closed her optics and took a few deep intakes, going into an almost meditative state, concentrating on her enhanced senses and extending them to their fullest possible radius. She was aware of the large mechs near her, and the sounds and scents of the mine, especially the energon. There was quite a bit of it in this particular mine, but she didn't stop there and began to pick up several signatures ahead with voices intermingling among those echoing within the mine. A handful of Decepticons it seemed like, and Rodimus for sure was there, there was no mistaking his voice even from this distance.
But there seemed something more...ominous among their numbers, faint but dark, yet she couldn't quite place what that was..."Rodimus is definitely with them sir, got a handful of them at least." Windblade finally spoke up, breaking from her brief trance, something she had often done when using her Tekkaido but in this case it came in handy in another way. "Can't pinpoint the exact numbers, but we're probably in for a rough exchange."
Naturally... he would be stuck with the one Autobot that did not know how to shut up.
Megatron huffed in irritation, rolling his optics. He wasn't even going to dignify the two Autobots with a response at this point even at the risk of them yammering on and on more so than they already were. He had his reasons for choosing an Energon Mine as it was, as well as how explosive Energon could be. It was his plan really.
Even if he couldn't pry the relic from the Autobot's servos, he could just blow them all sky high.
The troops were prepared, staying back just as he'd ordered. Good. The warlord was not in the mood for Decepticons straying from his direct orders. He waited, watching as the enemy finally stepped through and made their presence known. Optics narrowed when he took notice of the lack of a Prime, but Ultra Magnus..? He would have to do. The mech was essentially Optimus' second in command in a way.
"Greetings, Autobots.. I take it you have come to collect your compatriots? Hand over the Forge, and these two will be handed over unharmed. However.. should I detect foul play.. and I cannot guarantee their safe return."