Kaon - The Decepticon Capital

[Laser]

Kol felt several hands touching him all at once. He felt himself go numb, just as all of the hands left his body and a singular smaller one touched him, voices all around. He trembled as the the dark energon was extracted from his body...and all went dark..

He suddenly awoke, barely able to move his head. He was in a well lit room, capable of looking into the eyes of Roll and glancing upon his fresh wounds. He could see her mouth moving...it was forming words--

"What?" At first, his answer was no. He didn't trust the system. The system was responsible for the thing that burst from the lab and killed all those guards, including him. But if endurance had been the problem...perhaps this would be the solution. Suddenly losing the energy to speak, Kol nodded to Roll as if to say "Ok"

[Rexacon]

Roll nodded as she prepared the mind transfer. Loading up the helmet, she put it on Kol's head as she began the process. Typing through combinations, she activated the machine as Kol's data was slowly being transferred into his new body. Checking the screen, the process was going along more smoothly.

"Now to check on the body."

Roll looked over to the body as it was the same height as Kol, but more muscular. It had a black metallic skin as it shows blue energon visibly flowing through its circuits. Transferring the weapons Kol has onto the new body it would seem to be complete. Now was to activate the body. Roll switched the power console as electricity flowed through the body activating it. Data flowed through the black visor as information was coming through him.

"Kol,how are you feeling?"

[Laser]

Kol was afraid.

Transferring bodies was undoubtedly one of the most terrifying experiences he had ever known, and he lost his grip on reality during the process. His mental attacks commenced immediately, as if sensing the weak point. He saw nothing, heard nothing...but he could feel it. Feel the hold of Laser on his mind...

And then he awoke in a new body.

He felt himself returning to normal, and he lifted the visor to look around with his new eye. His new form was very impressive, and he cast his view onto his old one nearby. It was a nerve wrecking sight, almost equivalent to looking at a dead version of himself. He looked away as his strength began slowly coming back to him.

"I feel fine," he said, making a few adjustments to stay as smooth and powerful as he looked in the past. "....thank you."

[concentratedrandom]

Tonic wasn’t sure what had happened to the intruder, so he assumed he was sent offline. After searching for as long as he did, he hadn’t heard a sound. He had even fallen behind the search party twice due to their quick searching and high movement. It was over though, and Bunker had told him of a meeting Rexacon was holding. He still didn’t know what to do with the dark energon he had, but that would have to wait. He had arrived to the meeting, it hadn’t started yet. Tonic to his place and waited for it to started, sighing in the comfort of standing side by side his brethren.

[Bivile]

Onewing stood up a bit straighter upon hearing somebody land close to him. He shifted around a bit to face Bunker. The teal jet actually wondered if it was he who was being addressed. Upon the rather embracing realization that he was the only one that appeared to be around, he lost his questioning expression and replaced it with of one of fasination. However, he found himself distracted as his gaze was drawn in the direction of Kokular - where he was aware something bad had happened. Onewing couldn't help but to feel concerned over whatever the end to that confrontation was. But his look was only a short glance before he brought his optics back to Bunker. The one-winged Decepticon had to guess he'd get his answers soon, anyway.

"Um, okay," was all Onewing had to say in response.

The Seeker took a step closer, ready for further instruction.

[Towreck]

Bunker nodded at Onewing. "Lord Rexacon is holding a meeting down in the center or Kokular in about 30 Nano Clicks. I am going around, rounding up any seekers and soldiers who was involved in a previous mission, and since you are a seeker, you should probably show up at said meeting." Bunker adressed to the Decepticon

[Rexacon]

"Thank Rexacon, he wants you in top shape for the coming hunt of the autobots."

Roll began to sent out drones to clean up the infected lab and to fix the systems. Roll looked at Kol as she activated his weapon systems. With all said is done, Roll went back to her business of finishing up some extra data. Turning her head a bit to gaze her optics on Kol, she gave him some insightful message.

"Rexacon is having a meeting in 25 nano clicks, get ready for it."

She wondered on how come Compile hasn't come out yet, knowing the data was downloaded. Either way, she had work to do in unlocking what items are inside the vault as every bit of information is in there.

"Compile, report, what is your status?"

[Laser]

Kol left.

He was quite disgusted with the system for now, and decided a slow, lonesome walk would clear his head.

He stepped through the halls slowly, with no particular destination. Adaptations to his new form would need to happen quickly, but he could manage. Hopefully it was more durable than the last. Reaching a deserted lobby, Kol approached the bartender and ordered a light drink. He then went straight to the nearest window to do one of his favorite things: Gaze and reflect.

He wasn't ashamed about what had happened in the chamber earlier. Considering he fought something hyped up on a super power, he had done pretty well. And held is own, too. No one came to help him, and, if it hadn't been for his low endurance, his adversary would have been toast. It was this...this dark energon that was the key. The very thing that turned Shadow into that abomination and nearly got Kol killed through poisoning. What they needed was something to counter it if it backfired. An antidote...yes, that was what they needed. He'd bring it up at the meeting.

The meeting! He quickly checked the time. He had a little to kill. He took a sip of the bitter fluid and thought about the agenda. No matter what, he was sure the 'hunting squad' was on the table. That was undoubtedly the first thing Rexacon wanted to discuss. Kol had narrowed his choices down to 3 exactly. A four man squad was all they needed for such a task as hunting down and exterminating soldiers. And with the statistics he ran--

"Oh, I need to go." He set the empty glass on the bar counter and briskly walked out the lobby. As he walked, he tested out his new arms with a few practice punches. He would have to practice a little more to get them solid and rhythmic to his flow, but that wouldn't be too hard. Kol lived an breathed martial arts. Thrived on it. Crystalocution was in his system deeper than his own energon, and for a good reason. Because for hundreds of years, it was all he had. Kol loved creating his own critical style of Crystalocution, but there was always one other form of martial arts he was dying to learn.

Metallicato.

Possibly one of the most difficult things to learn and understand, only a select few individuals on Cybertron know and practice this ancient martial art. Those in the army are taught different techniques that a taken from it and simplified, but not everyone could comprehend the technicality of the art.

But Kol was sure he could. And he pursued it for years, but unfortunately, one does not learn by oneself. It must be taught. He was turned away by many instructors do to his status, and their fear of teaching him and getting in trouble. Slowly, they died or vanished. And as a result, Kol hadn't seen any Metallicato for several years. But he dreamed of the day when he could merge Crystalocution and Metallicato, to make his own, unstoppable style.

Someday....

[Bivile]

The teal robot listened intently. So he had guessed correctly. It was a good thing too; he hated being left in the dark about things. And by the sounds of it, it sounded like something interesting was going to happen too. Onewing had been hoping for something he could do; he wanted to feel like he wasn't just a waste of metal. The Seeker jet dipped his head, a thin smile spreading across his face.

"Yeah. I will be there. Promise: most certainly!" Onewing chirped.

Onewing seemed more than ready to get word of what the latest plans were. While the meeting wouldn't be for a while yet, he felt he had nothing better to do with his time and decided to just show up early. Tilting his head up to get a good view of the sky, he crouched himself a little bit, preparing to go into flight. The teal Decepticon was nearly overpowered for a moment with the impulse to speed off.

"I will go now, yes," He announced, still bearing a rather dopey grin.

[Rexacon]

~Meeting room~

Rexacon entered the room as he began to prepare for the meeting. Sitting down on his chair, he pondered at the thought of what was at the vault. The sooner these cons get here, the better off they'll be. Rexacon sent out a transmission to Roll.

Roll report to the meeting room at once.

Megatron was out hunting Optimus and the remaining autobots while he sits here doing the same, but with minor success. The sooner he gets this meeting done, the better off he'll be.