Kaon - The Decepticon Capital

[Laser]

"Oh, thank you, Roll." Kol took the weapon from her and began connecting it to a back sling. "I'll remember your instructions. We will see it's effects quite soon." Kol still couldn't believe Whysp and Wraith had gone a-wol after literally one second of face time with Rexacon. They barely arrived with time left on the clock of the Iacon battle, and chose their side in seconds--battling the Autobots, Laser in particular. Now they were gone and God knows where they were now.

"What a waste of talent..." He thought to himself.

He didn't know them. He didn't know their beliefs or their personalities, and he wouldn't pretend he did. He only knew that now they were enemies. And enemies to both factions. And if by some ungodly reason they were recruited by the Autobots, the faction would receive twice as much hell from them.

Rexacon also needed to learn how to deal with people. Sure, these were his subordinates, but each and every one of them were different, and all of them ran the risk of dying in the very next second. Kol was naturally shy and uncharismatic, but no one here had beef with him. Not even Whysp and Wraith. But Kol would say nothing. He just sat and waited for the trip to be over.

Listening to Rexacon's status update, Kol left the passengers area to freshen himself for the expedition...

[FrostWhisper]

Echoblade had watched the ship take off. As a very new addition to the Decepticon ranks, she didn't have much of a reputation, and therefore, hadn't been sent on any major missions yet. Looking around, Echoblade decided that she wasn't going to sit and twiddle her thumbs. "Slag it! They can't leave me behind that easily!" Echoblade exclaimed as she transformed and followed the ship.

[Rexacon]

~Armored Ship~

Roll nodded to Kol as he left to go do what he got to do. Having the weapons completed, it was time to monitor the radar. Listening to Rexacon's orders, it was clear that she should stay behind since she was the scientist; however, she had to go to examine the temples. Looking at the radar, she sees a unidentified bogy in the area. Roll sends a transmission to the unknown bot.

"Identify yourself or you will be shot down?"

[FrostWhisper]

Echoblade received the transmission from Roll and quickly sent a reply.
>>I'm Echoblade, and I'm a Decepticon so don't you even think about shooting me.<<
Echoblade hoped that her presence in the area would be tolerated by the higher ranking Decepticons. As she drew closer to the ship, Echoblade began to wonder what she had been thinking when she had taken off after the ship, but she soon dismissed the thought. Echoblade knew that she had to make her way up into the ranks of the Decepticons, she didn't want to be expendable forever.

[Rexacon]

Well that decepticon need to watch his or her tone. Roll looked over to Rexacon as she turned to the rest of the decepticons.

"It seems we have a bot named Echoblade that wants to join us. Shall I proceed in letting the bot in?"

Rexacon rubs his metallic chin as he looks at the door. For the bot to follow the ship and ask to proceed to be on board, it gives no indication unless it was a spy.

"Open the door, but watch our guest. We could have ourselves an autobot spy."

Roll nodded as she went over to the door patch and opened it. Pulling the lone Echoblade inside before shutting the door, Roll took a seat as Rexacon looked at the Echoblade.

"So Echoblade, what brought you all the way out here to join us? I don't recall ever seeing you."

[FrostWhisper]

Echoblade decided to choose her words very carefully. She knew that many Decepticons were as ruthless as herself, and she didn't exactly want to die before getting to kill at least a few Autobots. "Well," Echoblade began. "First of all, have you seen the Autobots? Half of them wouldn't kill me if I stood right in front of their face and pointed a gun at them, besides, they're weaklings. I came all this way to kick some Autobot aft, and I don't intend to do anything that contradicts that," Echoblade crossed her arms at this point and shot a defiant look at Rexacon. Not the smartest idea she's ever had, but she was determined to make her point.

[Bivile]

Onewing brought his head up from his job of self-grooming (a rare occurrence for him) and looked over his shoulder. Another Decepticon? The teal Seeker was curious, as he was about many things. He dropped the bottom of his foot that he'd been looking at and straightened up alertly. In general, Onewing was hesitant to trust strangers and didn't like it when bots appeared or disappeared without him expecting it. If a lifetime of running into things by accident taught him anything, it was to be wary of things that sneak up on him (also, maybe to watch where he's flying). He wanted to look over the stranger, since apparently they would be working together for the mission.

The one-winged Decepticon brought his weight from the wall and trotted to Echoblade rather swiftly. He stopped short and gave a rather suspicious stare. For the good of the Decepticons, someone had to be a skeptic right? Too bad the teal jet wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. Onewing kept a decent distance, but was still in guard dog mode. Propping his head up a bit, he started to do a little talking for once.

"Yeah?" Came his scratchy voice, "What canya do?"

[concentratedrandom]

Tonic couldn’t think of any reason for Echoblade to be joining them on this mission outside of being a spy. What kind of Decepticon would leave whatever job they had to join a mission they had no orders to join? Not to mention the first words she spoke was of Autobots and her battle lust. If she really was a Decepticon, she seemed to seek out battle and do whatever she wanted without orders. Tonic didn’t like this one’s style at all. Autobot spy or Decepticon soldier, either way he didn’t want to work with Echoblade. Walking up behind Onewing, Tonic placed his hand on his shoulder held out his other hand to interrupt.

“More importantly, what do you think you’re doing? Unless you have orders to be on this mission, and judging on everyone’s reaction, you don’t, what gives you the right to be here? I don’t think we need a trigger happy seeker who goes wherever they want.”

[FrostWhisper]

The hostility in the atmosphere seemed almost tangible to Echoblade as she was questioned. "And who are you to say you don't need me? Last time I checked, you weren't in charge!" Echoblade glared at Tonic for a few seconds, then she calmed down a bit. "Okay, so I didn't exactly give this much thought, but you can never have too many Decepticons on a mission... I think. Besides, I didn't have anything else to do, and what if the Autobots show up? You could use an extra hand," Echoblade was starting to regret her decision to tag-along on this mission, and now she had the feeling that she needed to lighten the mood in the ship a bit, seeing as everyone seemed a bit tense since her arrival. Unfortunately, she didn't have a clue as to how to do that. "I have a lot of experience with fighting, and for the record," Echoblade shot a pointed look at Tonic. I am not trigger-happy, I just want to kill some Autobots," Silentsong felt very young and very small in the middle of all the other Decepticons, but she tried hard not to let it show. "I guess I'm really here because I want to show you what I can do in a tough situation," Echoblade hoped that they'd accept her reasoning because she had the feeling that if they didn't, then she wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again... In a bad way. It was then that Echoblade realized she didn't even know what the mission was about. "Soooo, where are we going?"

[Laser]

"One...two...three!"

Kol delivered several pressurized punches to the training dummy before him. He exercised his great muscles and stretched his body in every attack. This, was physical therapy.

"If one's knuckles are ground..." He slowed down the dummy's punch, examining it in his mind. As time sped up, he smashed it's knuckles. "...then one cannot make a fist. Therefore, no punching." He moved to the next dummy. "If there is no immediate connection between the shoulders..." He cuffed it and broke the shoulder blade, "Then the arms will not function."

Kol's new form was now working properly. The master martial artist could feel control in nearly every part of his fantastically crafted body, and now it was time to get a chance to try it out on the enemy.

**************

Kol walked back into the passenger cabin to a very intense scene. Tension so extreme, in fact, that it even reeked. Everyone seemed to be on a bit more edge than they regularly were. Briefly wiping his mouth, Kol stepped inside.

"What is the matter?" He then stopped. There was a new face on board. He held out his hand. "Greetings, Miss. My name is Kol."