Kaon - The Decepticon Capital

[Rexacon]

Rexacon sighed at the thought of them betraying the decepticons, but with the most reason thing happening. Rexacon clinched his fist at the thought of the predicament they were in. Sending a quick transmission to Kol, it was brief and to the point.

"We're on the move now. Get your stuff ready, the thought of them joining the autobots is ludicrous, but I will not take any chances."

Shutting the transmissions off, he heads off to Roll's lab where she is still working on the device, but is almost done.

"Progress?"

Roll turned around as the device was just about finished building, but she has to look over it just a bit.

"Yes its done, when we're on the ship, I will put in the finishing touches to make sure that it is well."

"Good, lets go."

Both Rexacon and Roll head out of the lab as they head towards the hanger.

[Bivile]

A small indignant frown appeared on the blue-green Seeker's features. Onewing swore he almost suffered whiplash from the rather quick turn the meeting had taken. At first, he was certain he was going to be off on some sort of treasure-hunting brigade. Two bots he wasn't familiar apparently begged to differ and were gone. He didn't like rebels - especially the more vocal ones. That was one thing that bothered him a good deal, as an individual that had to learn his place the more painful way. Onewing didn't want to be the exception to the rule of Decepticon's manner of swift and efficient punishment for treachery. Aiding in carrying out the response appealed to him, and he did not need to be told to come along. Keeping his "serious" face on, the teal jet stood up upon hearing the orders to head out. Whatever was to be done, he had every intent of being involved.

Flying to the location for most of the trip, Onewing made a surprisingly steady land at the entrance of the hanger. As he walked in, he felt his mind wander back to the earlier incident with the infiltration. The image of Shadow was imprinted into his immediate memory, if only for the time being. The teal Seeker classified him as a target was well - if he was ever to be encountered, that was. Reflecting on the results of the meeting, the dim flier uttered to himself;

"So much for teamwork," His scratchy rasp cut from his lips blankly as he leaned back into a seat.

[Compile]

Compile looked as he got the order to head for the hanger and he did so, with much glee. However, he stopped as he thought of something and shrugged as he walked on towards the hangar. "A hunting we will go. A hunting we will go ..." he sang as he made it to the Hangar and boarded the ship and waited for the others.

[Laser]

Kol was already on his way to the hangar. He assumed his hunting party project was scrapped now, so he began to delete information and create space. He guessed he would have to do his physical therapy on board the ship.

Appearing in the hangar, he approached Bunker and Tonic. "Plans have changed. Are you two up to speed? What are we doing next?"

[Towreck]

Bunker looked confused. "Wait plans have changed? So you are telling me we AREN'T looking for the autobots anymore?" He asked, obviously unaware of the events that had transpired just moments ago.

[concentratedrandom]

Tonic didn’t even know what the old plan really was, and now it might have changed. It didn’t matter to him though, he only needed an order and a target. With nothing confirmed, he thought it was probably false information.

“I haven’t heard anything of a change, but the last thing I want is to mess up and cause us to fail. Kol, are you sure they've changed?”

[Laser]

Kol shook his head at the both of them. "I am unsure of what the exact plans are as of now, but it makes no sense for only two of us--" he gestured to Bunker and himself "--to go after the Autobots. Wraith and Whysp are gone and our company has decreased in numbers. The only logical explanation of our sudden gathering, is that we are to accompany Rexacon on his archaeological expedition." He looked in Onewing's direction. "Hello then..." He walked up to him, holding out his hand.

"Hello," he said in his regular, smooth tone. "My name is Kol. I do not believe we have met officially."

[Compile]

Compile walked down the boarding ramp of the ship, and looked at the gathered cons. "Well, whatever it is about, I am ready for it." He said to them. Thinking, he pondered something, "I am ready for whatever Rexacon has planned, and if it involves torture and pain, I am all for it, he added as he looked at Onewing.

"You must be new, names Compile; medic and sometimes spy and general pain in the aft. Who are you?"

[Rexacon]

Entering the hanger, both Rexacon and Roll emerged as they head towards the team. Going over to the other members, Rexacon stood in front as he faces them. Bunker, Roll, Tonic, Onewing, Kol and little Compile, these were his troops. A team that will be led to victory and claim rule among the decepticons and cybertron.

"Listen up cons, thanks to Wraith and Whysp the operation has been aborted. We will now go with the artifact hunt and that only. The autobots will come second after we claim our new fond power. Once this is all said and done, we will eliminate them and claim rule among the decepticons & cybertron. This mission must not fail."

Rexacon turned towards the heavily armored drop ship as he entered the vessel and took his seat waiting for the others to get on.

Roll proceeded as she made her way into the ship. Heading towards a small room, she sets her small kit out and began finishing up the device that will be ready in a nano click.

[Bivile]

Onewing popped his head up, crimson optics widening slightly. Placing his palms flat against his knees, he watched as he was approached by Kol, whom he recognized from the meeting. The Seeker moved his weight from the chair and balanced himself on his feet. He wasn't at all the most social Decepticon, but he knew what basic courtesy was. After all, he didn't want to look like a clumsy fool if he could help it. Bending his arm at the elbow he extended a blueish hand in response to the obvious offer for a good shake. His eyes also glanced down at Compile as he picked up on his voice as well. Good idea to answer both at once - otherwise his processor might overload.

"They call me Onewing," Answered the teal Seeker.

He turned his head over his shoulder and pointed his chin to the bit of twisted metal where his right wing used to be.

"See there," He commented, "Most time I take hits for others. It does not hurt me so bad."

The one-winged Decepticon brought his optics back up again, watching as Rexacon appeared to give them a briefing. Hm. It didn't look like Onewing's plans were changing anyway. Hey, if it meant having to keep track of fewer orders, he was okay with it. He guessed. Too bad it didn't sound as fun as searching for something that could run. He so enjoyed it when they ran - he always caught them. Hopefully the search could pack the same excitement.