random_xtras: (Ratchet's ghost)
The Cast ([personal profile] random_xtras) wrote in [community profile] randomplaces2008-06-09 10:18 pm

Void-verse. Where Scourge is. Looking for a hand.

Ratchet looks around as he appears in the new reality, feeling the mech that he's searching for, but not seeing him yet. The free spark's usually cheerful face shows deep concern today. He knows this is a long shot gamble, but he can't shake the hunch that Scourge might be able to help him.

He tilts his head and listens. Where is Scourge?

[identity profile] corruptedhope.livejournal.com 2008-06-20 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
"You're the messenger," Cyclonus replies with a slight glare.

He doesn't like Primus, never has. There's always this lingering feeling that Auspex and her pet god saved Scourge where Cyclonus himself had failed him.

[identity profile] corruptedhope.livejournal.com 2008-06-21 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Scourge flinches, and Cyclonus' expression turns into a scowl. "Starscream? Starscream, the traitor to our leader? Why should we help him?"

[identity profile] corruptedhope.livejournal.com 2008-06-21 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The Decepticon leader's emotional battle is written clearly on his face. He would love to have the traitor Starscream writhe in a hell of his/her own creation for all of eternity, but he still feels the distant connection to Megatron and a distant need to serve him.

"For Megatron," he says finally, optics narrowing as Scourge reluctantly steps up beside him. "But not for Starscream. Where do we go first?"

[identity profile] corruptedhope.livejournal.com 2008-06-21 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Left it behind," Scourge murmurs ashamedly.

To his credit, Cyclonus doesn't even give his wingmate a disapproving look. "So this was fairly recent, if nobody's bothered to clean it up. But I was unaware people could be harmed in the Nexus."

[identity profile] corruptedhope.livejournal.com 2008-06-21 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"How unfortunate," Cyclonus replies, sounding almost smug about it. "All right, take us to her final resting place and we'll see what we can do. I promise nothing, however, and neither does Scourge."

The tracker nods meekly.