Plotting...

[king_ofthe_road]

*On his way back to the Stunticon's level with Powerlane gripped tightly in his hand, Motormaster opens a comm to the other Stunticons...as well as a few others.*

[Scomm: Stunticons, Combaticons, Dirge] This is Motormaster. Report to the Stunticon body shop immediately! If you happen to find Klank and Drag Strip, bring them along, too. And I mean

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[deadbotwalking]

*Dead End listens distastefully, then swing his arm around and smashes his commlink against a nearby bulkhead before walking into the access tube to the ocean surface*

Oh dear, with my commlink smashed, I didn't hear the order from that murderous cretin. What a bloody shame.

*The paranoid android reaches the surface and takes off in his vehicle mode, making for the coastal U.S. to submerge himself in the local population

[trusssstme]

[Scomm: Motormaster] Hey there Big Rig. I'd love to oblige and thus not have my head pounded in, but I'm already on a mission. Highest possible orders, you know? Um... I'll borrow Vortex's notes, when I get back. Sorry boss man! *cuts his comm*

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[seethers_web]

Hmmmm... interesting. Highest orders? What is that weasel up to? And why can't I tap into his mind, to find out what he's up to? The doing of Shockwave or Megatron, no doubt. But no matter. Swindle's importance is quickly being outlived. I will deal with him in due time.

What I need now is an army to help me find what is so close to my grasp. Ciencen did his job... perhaps not perfectly, but close enough. Perhaps Motormaster will give me the opportunity I need. While I risk his ire by merely showing up at his little meeting, I've handled far more devious robots before. If I play to his considerable ego, I may gain a new and very powerful ally...

* With that, Seether departs from his lab and heads for the Stunticon body shop. Not without a little bit of trepidation, mind you, but he's died enough times before that the fear of it is losing its sting.

[duhrge]

[Scomm:Motormaster] Already enroute to the body shop. I finally caught up with Klank on one of the lower levels. From the looks of it, he nearly ran himself into stasis lock via over-exertion in that crazy...beast mode...of his. [/Scomm

[king_ofthe_road]

[Scomm:Swindle] ...You can fully expect to have your head pounded in when you get back. [/comm]

*When he reaches the body shop, Motormaster places Powerlane on the nearest table and plunges his sword through the minibot's other foot, eliciting yet another howl and numerous sparks.* You're not going ANYWHERE this time!

*Powerlane tries to cover his whimpers with muttering. Surely he's not afraid...But he doesn't like the idea of being reprogrammed. And his feet really do hurt, anyway.*

[Breakdown] *stares at the pinned minibot and almost winces in sympathy, if just from knowing the feeling of having a body part run through by that blade.* Found the runt, I see.

*Motormaster glares and crosses his arms, waiting for those select 'Cons he summoned to finish arriving. He raises an optic ridge when Wildrider comes in with Drag Strip.*

[Wildrider] ... ...You sure you want Klank here

[king_ofthe_road]

*It's about then that Powerlane is distracted from his pain by something very small crawling across the table top. It's soon followed by three more very small things. He stares at them, wondering what they are and what they're doing in there...*

[duhrge]

*Dirge enters a cycle or two later, still hauling Klank behind him. The medic is starting to regain his wits, one hand on the side of his helm. He "erks!" at the sight of the other Stunticons, not really feeling up for the pounding he's about sure he's going to get. The blue and grey Seeker dumps Klank near on one of the tables and stands by, folding his arms across his chest.*

Reporting as ordered, Motormaster. I hope the time I spent tracking down this heap was worth it. *scowls*

[king_ofthe_road]

Thank you, Dirge, for finding him... *Goes to stand over Klank and glares down at him as if to burn a hole in his cranial unit with his optics. Then he points at Powerlane.* DO SOMETHING about that thing.

*He doesn't wait for a reply before turning to Dirge.* I want you to do one more thing. Find Dead End. ...He doesn't necessarily need to be in one piece. Just functional enough.

[seethers_web]

* Seether steps into the body shop, peering at the others who are probably wondering what the slag he's doing there...

Forgive the intrusion, Motormaster. Swindle contacted me and suggested since he was otherwise detained, you might make use of an extra hand, so to speak. Thus, I am at your disposal for whatever you might have in mind. *even offers a slight bow*

[king_ofthe_road]

*Eyes Seether, narrowing one optic in thought.* ... ...Very well. I just might have a use for you..

[seethers_web]

I certainly hope it involves putting the hurt on some of our dear friends in the Autobot ranks.

*twitches slightly, as if he heard something the rest can't* Whatever you have in mind, I'm certain it will be most... entertaining.

[king_ofthe_road]

*Onslaught and Vortex arrive. The two gestalt generals trade glares.*

[Onslaught] I told you over comm Blast Off and Brawl were unavailable.

[Motormaster] Fine. *He then looks around at those who are there, dismissing Klank of course.* We're going to attack the Ark. Megatron and Starscream are away, Shockwave is doing..whatever. No one is dictating any action, and I think it's time to change that.