Captain Spears gestured sharply for her surviving soldiers to follow her lead, turning to bolt down the rest of the corridor. She and her three cohorts made to flee— only to find themselves scooped up in the air none too gently by a pair of robotic arms.
Haphazardly juggling the four humans between his servos, Skywarp took off running down the corridor. They hung from his grip like a four year old's collection of Barbie dolls, just kitted out with bulletproof vests and armed to the teeth; probably more
G.I. Joe, in retrospect.
“I’m only doing this because TC will divorce me if I leave you to die!” the violet seeker huffed, hastily adjusting his grip. "Also, I'm a one-seater, so I
won't be shoving you guys in my cockpit. I'm not
that flexible…”
“
You’re married?!” wheezed Tessa in surprise, a little winded from being compressed against his chassis.
With an agile twist, Skywarp darted past a plummeting boulder and snorted in derision. “No, no— he’s my brother!”
“You’re married to your
BROTHER?!”
The Cybertronian grit his dentae, purple warp-lightning crawling up his frame. His red optics focused with laser-like intent on the menacing door positioned at the end of the long passageway, calculating more than just the usual distance required to make such a leap. No, Skywarp was
also calculating the risk of teleporting them all into a completely unknown location. He might warp them straight into a trap, for all he knew about what laid on the other side of that door!
Even still, Skywarp bolted like a shrikebat out of hell, crashing through the hail of debris falling in a veritable avalanche from the ceiling, his engines roaring as he jetted away from the ever-increasing barrage of rocks and boulders raining down upon them. He was faring well so far— only minor scrapes marring his paintjob —but he knew fortune often favored the
swift, not the slow. He had to make his move now, or it could very well be his last.
Reaffirming his grip on the four humans, Skywarp spread his wings wide, the air coming alive with a dazzling purple light. Then, in a frenzied flash, they disappeared.
Re-materializing on the far side of the door, Skywarp quickly took stock of the situation. His arms were full of humans, panting and sweating copiously and making a real mess of his pristine, gleaming finish. He set them down with an irritated grimace, then glanced up to see just what kind of place they'd landed in
this time.
He was immediately struck by the sheer
darkness of the new area they had stumbled into. Shadows crawled across the walls of a chamber that was structured in a spiral fashion, rows of seats shaped like an amphitheater descending in ever-widening circles. The only other thing that he could make out were small flickering lights scattered all over the place; guttering candles perched atop piles of ancient, mildew-ridden books, an acrid stench of decay hanging in the air, thick and musty.
A flicker of movement caught their attention from the center of the amphitheater. Instinctively, humans and Cybertronian alike sprang into action— the eerie silence broken by hurried scrambling as they scattered like rats, ducking down behind the ruins of fallen stone pillars and crumbled debris, breathing shallowly in their attempt to blend into the shadows.
Boots skidding with a soft squeal on the aged stones, Captain Spears dove towards an unidentifiable pile of rubble. Her breathing was labored and desperate as she scrambled for cover, finally taking refuge behind what remained of some kind of altar. She just barely glimpsed Tessa, Steve and Jane racing to find their own positions of safety before it was too late; she released an almost inaudible sigh of relief as they all fell to the floor, contorting themselves so as to huddle down and hide.
Suddenly, Spears' breath stalled in her throat, heart pounding rabbit-quick inside her chest as she scanned the room around her, arriving at a horrifying realization.
Where the hell was Skywarp?
She whirled to her side, rifle tight in her grasp, and found Skywarp just...
there, splayed out like a sunbather on a beach chair.
They locked eyes in an intense stare. An eerie hush hung over the chamber as the captain mustered up the courage to speak.
"What can you see?" she whispered, jerking her head towards what lay on the other side of their hiding place.
Skywarp lifted his helm, peering
juuuust over the edge of the altar.
A lone silhouette draped in tattered lavender robes knelt at the eye of the great amphitheater, head bowed as if in prayer. Flickering candlelight illuminated the eldritch runes etched into the ancient stone floor around them, glistening with carmine luster. An eerie cacophony of unearthly murmurs and whisperings filled the air, snaking their way throughout the chamber, touching at their ears in a gentle, soothing caress.
"It's just some
guy," reported Skywarp, optics narrowing to slits. "He's got a
book or something."
Grunting in disbelief, Captain Spears raised herself up to look, as well.
Both watched, transfixed, as the figure stirred from their kneeling position. Their movements were slow and shuffling, and it soon became obvious why— their limbs were bound tight by heavy chains, rattling at their wrists and binding them about the ankles, their bare, dirty feet scuffing audibly across the stone floor.
"We need to come up with a plan of attack," said Captain Spears authoritatively, sizing up her Cybertronian ally. "I think we should—"
But Skywarp cut her off, sneering in contempt.
"Like I'm scared of some squishy nerd," he growled, with the air of someone who has stolen many a hapless bookworm's lunch money. "What's he gonna do? Read me a bedtime story?"
Captain Spears's jaw dropped in dawning horror. "SKYWARP!" she whisper-shouted, but it was too late. A brilliant burst of violet-white light flared and Skywarp vanished from sight— reappearing behind the hooded figure with a sinister crackle.
"Nothing personal, kid," he sniffed, leveling a gun at the back of the hooded figure's head. A smirk played upon his lips, optics narrowing in satisfaction as he went to pull the trigger.
A deafening crescendo rattled from the cobweb laden rafters above. Skywarp's gaze shot up, optics widening as he glimpsed the distinctive silhouette of a sinister metal cage plummeting towards him.
With a mighty scraping of metal on metal, the rusted bars of the steel prison clanged around him like a deathly embrace. Then, it began to tighten with a startling intensity— the bars clamping down on his armor, trapping him in place.
Skywarp snarled in frustration as his wings were painfully constricted, struggling against the bars with all of his might. The metal shrieked in agony, but held firm, fully intent on converting him into solid scrap.
With a yelp, he vanished in a vibrant flash of light, reappearing in an instant to rejoin Captain Spears and the rest of S.T.A.R.S. at their hiding spot.
"Oookayyy," Skywarp laughed shakily, the silvery glint of his grin shining in the dark. "
Now I'm ready to hear your plan."
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