Cutting an anchor
He'd known Ramjet was an idiot. But he'd thought there was a chance that the conehead might be able to realize that you don't try to pull off an assassination attempt right in front of all of Megatron's lieutenants.
Overkill looked at the smoking remains of the traitor, then turned his attention to where Starscream twitched helplessly at his feet. Behind him, where he'd thrust the mech to keep him from Ramjet's blasts, Megatron groaned and pressed a hand to his chest as the Seeker femme's spark flickered.
Starscream wasn't supposed to have survived. Overkill was aware of the lieutenants watching tensely, some of them no doubt ready to jump in and finish off their damaged leader if only Megatron's pet killing machine hadn't been standing practically on top of him.
Proceed with plan, or abort and wait? His processor reached a decision just as Megatron fell to one knee.
"Overkill, help me," he rasped.
"Yes, my lord." Overkill turned, his foot coming down on Starscream's chest and crushing the life out of her as he did so.
"Nooo! You fool!" Megatron spasmed and collapsed. "What... have you done...?"
Overkill watched the life fade from his master's optics, then stooped and lifted the empty shell. "I helped you."
He tossed Megatron's corpse toward the assembled Constructicons. "Fix that. Now. And do it right."
"Yes... yes, sir!" stuttered Demolisher, shaking.
Overkill watched them go, then turned his mirror-shaded gaze toward the lieutenants. "Anybody wanna piece'a me?"
Astrotrain looked like he was considering the idea, but then the triple-changer realized that doing so might make him the next Warlord and backed down with a scowl. The others only filed out of the hall like the guilty, slinking, slaargs that they were.
Overkill nodded as they vanished, then aimed his handgun at the shell at his feet and vaporized it.
Overkill looked at the smoking remains of the traitor, then turned his attention to where Starscream twitched helplessly at his feet. Behind him, where he'd thrust the mech to keep him from Ramjet's blasts, Megatron groaned and pressed a hand to his chest as the Seeker femme's spark flickered.
Starscream wasn't supposed to have survived. Overkill was aware of the lieutenants watching tensely, some of them no doubt ready to jump in and finish off their damaged leader if only Megatron's pet killing machine hadn't been standing practically on top of him.
Proceed with plan, or abort and wait? His processor reached a decision just as Megatron fell to one knee.
"Overkill, help me," he rasped.
"Yes, my lord." Overkill turned, his foot coming down on Starscream's chest and crushing the life out of her as he did so.
"Nooo! You fool!" Megatron spasmed and collapsed. "What... have you done...?"
Overkill watched the life fade from his master's optics, then stooped and lifted the empty shell. "I helped you."
He tossed Megatron's corpse toward the assembled Constructicons. "Fix that. Now. And do it right."
"Yes... yes, sir!" stuttered Demolisher, shaking.
Overkill watched them go, then turned his mirror-shaded gaze toward the lieutenants. "Anybody wanna piece'a me?"
Astrotrain looked like he was considering the idea, but then the triple-changer realized that doing so might make him the next Warlord and backed down with a scowl. The others only filed out of the hall like the guilty, slinking, slaargs that they were.
Overkill nodded as they vanished, then aimed his handgun at the shell at his feet and vaporized it.