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Pharma fought through the pain, though stunning him was less something he could handle. He tried to sit up and get to a communications array, but was stunned still, and held back by the pain. He slowly brought his right servo up to his audial to tap into his own internal communications array.
'Attention Autobots...attention...' He was trying to tap into an All-Autobot channel. 'Ratchet has been abducted. Jazz is presumed to be taking him to the Decepticons. Be careful if you attempt to apprehend him...
He sprawled his arm out afterward, letting out an anguished noise. He then stared toward the ceiling, hearing that voice in his head again. Like a darkness that never really went away...
Give up, Doctor.
But he didn't want to give up. He really didn't.
"You could've closed Delphi, or requested a transfer, or--or just run away..."
Should've, could've, would've. His optics snapped shut, the echoes of words he could have sworn Ratchet said at some point echoing in his processor.
Ratchet had been so caught up in his struggles that he didn't even hear Jazz's plea for forgiveness. There wouldn't have even been time for him to react as it was with the white mech rendering him unconscious. He unknowingly was dragged out of the base, where he was then brought onto the Nemesis.
When he next awoke, he found himself in a darkened room, lying down on a table flat on his back. The dim lighting was just enough for him to tell that he was in a lab of some sort, and there was only one lab it could have been. His optics widened a little as Ratchet tried to sit up, only to discover he couldn't. Something was binding his wrists and ankles to the table.
"Scrap.."
It was starting to form in his processor what was going on. Jazz hadn't just attacked him at the base. Jazz had plain betrayed them and gave him over to the Decepticons. The medic knew he couldn't panic, but he needed to find a way out before someone came.
Jazz was being escorted around like he was some prisoner by the vehicon guards. Having dropped Ratchet off he was now on his way to face Megatron again, for the second time in as long as he could remember. Really, this was uncomfortable and unheard of! He had done what he promised, risked a lot to get it done, but now? Now he was being treated like HE was the prisoner. A couple of times one or another vehicon would get too close and shove Jazz along to keep him moving, which would earn a shove back and a grumble for them to knock it off, but otherwise they sort of left him alone.
When he finally stepped out on the bridge, Jazz made sure to announce himself before he could be noticed. Loud, as usual, but he didn't really care at the moment. He was really annoyed with all of this!
"Heyo, Megs! I held up my end of the bargain and now you're havin' your lackeys shove me'round like they caught me sneakin'round the ship! Ain't cool, man... ain't cool."
Megatron was still furious over what had transpired with Dreadwing. How dare he betray him and steal the Forge of Solus Prime?! He paced angrily on the bridge of the Nemesis, throwing a dangerous glare at anyone who dared get close to him.
It did come as a surprise when Jazz was brought before him by a couple of Vehicons, Megatron snarling at him for a moment. It was only his words that calmed him, but it wasn't the news about how he was being treated on the ship. He had actually been successful in capturing the Autobot medic! "Really now? And where is he if I may ask?"
"In the lab, Lord Megatron," spoke one of the Vehicons.
"Very well. I give you one of two choices, Jazz. Either come with me, or I will have the Vehicons escort you to a hab suite where you will wait for further instruction." Megatron immediately started for the lab. After what had happened earlier, he did not currently know of Knock Out and Raiza's whereabouts. He reached out to the two of them via comm.
<<"Knock Out. Raiza. Meet me at once in the lab. I have a guest who will require a Cortical Psychic Patch should they not cooperate.">>
Megatron continued on his way to the lab, immediately spotting Ratchet restrained on one of the tables. He smirked at the site, staring the medic down. "Well.. I suppose a welcome is in order. I take it you are.. comfortable? Either way, I am sure you know the reason you are here. Your friend informed us that you had a means of creating an artificial source of Energon. It would be in your benefit if you gave it to us. Or would you rather we make you?"
Knock Out had a sharp scowl on his features still, enraged from Dreadwing, or as he had taken to calling the mech--"DEAD wing". Because that was what Dreadwing was going to be when they found him. He'd buffed out his more cosmetic damages, but was still sore and stiff.
However, a comm-link broke him out of his seething. Meet Megatron in the lab? Of course he could do that. <<"On my way. It'll be nice to have to do that.">>
He would then cast a glance to Raiza. "You heard Megatron, right? The lab. I'm fine. Don't worry. Just shook up and a bit peeved still." He stood slowly, flexing his claws. He would then grab a datapad in case. One never knew when they would need a datapad during a cortical psychic patch. "Alright...let's go."
She didn't know how long it took for her to cool off, but being the femme with "issues", nothing will ever be the same, after what just recently happened: A beatdown with a new mech she wasn't able to properly meet. But the "meet" wasn't bright; this "Dreadwing", they call him, just left a gash upon her and the ship's doctor! There was a score to be settled. Where was Breakdown when they needed him?!
Raiza's been seething nearby, as well; casting occassional glances to the pacing red mech. She offered to help Knock Out with the tougher spots on his tarnished finish, but he insisted to do it himself, probably to let off some steam. "He's gonna get it, Knocks'. One way or another, he will earn his place at the table", the red femme promised with a crazed glint in her crimson optics. A comm-link came through, right after she said this, breaking that brief look of hers. <<"Love to.">>
She quickly agreed with him, relieved to find a possible outlet for their shared anger. Once she heard the medic insist once again, in truth, Raiza wasn't going to have it. "Will a layer of wax help, doctor?", she lightly purred, before beginning to walk by his side, like she always did.
Ratchet wriggled in his bonds, attempting to get free, however he couldn't get out. By the time he had already begun to fight, the door had opened.. revealing the last mech or femme he wanted to see at the moment. It shouldn't have been that big of a surprise that Megatron was now coming his way, given that he was the leader of the Decepticons, but that didn't mean he was going to show any fear.
"About as comfortable as it looks.. however, do you really think think that I would hand over something that powerful to you? Grant you unlimited fuel and ammunition? I would rather offline than give it to you."
He stopped pulling against his restraints, keeping his optics locked on Megatron. Even in the dark, he wanted to make sure the tyrant could see just how annoyed he was by this entire ordeal. He knew that as soon as the others realized he was missing, they would immediately be looking for him.