Light from above

The lot of them were fools to leave a Sparkeater to starve; one wrong move and the entire place could be wiped out. He had no sympathy for those that watched the fights, nor for most of the other fighters - Slaughter City mostly took volunteers, as the leadership liked to call them. More fools who lost themselves to the wastes and foundries. A huff came from his vents, and he pushed off the wall to approach.

Her pacing kept up with mock charges as the bars. Stopping short when she knew she'd be zapped for any other attempts. Her armor clamped down and whiffs of steam whipped from them. Slowly she stood on two legs and tried to find a way out from the top. Sniffing and looking around for anything that was a weakness to the cage. Any possibility of escape from this hell site.

Popping up with the keys and hoping the other wasn't there. However she realized that the key was bent slightly and that meant she was screwed for the time being. "Fuck me with a pinecone...." She muttered.

The articulated words were then emphasized as Mourningstar's spindly fingers held up a set of keys... Light's actual keys.

"Did you get your head stuck in a industrial shredder then proceeded never to be seen by a medic? Because I haven't seen damage this bad in a long while. Kinda reminds me of my younger years." She replied and gently proceeded. Knowing how far she could go before she got into dangerous territory. Burnt and cut wires came out and formed a pile while she soldered new wires in. Soon she pulled away to repair his audio receptor completely. Gently tapping out the dents and creases in it, giving him a chance to escape if he really wanted to.

The moment there was an opening he took it, slipping away from her and tapping at his audial.

"Now you want to come back over here and settle down or do you want me to drag your sorry aft back here and chain you down like you're some feral Turbofox and can't learn how to behave?" She questioned and waited for him to figure out if he wanted the hard way or the easy way.

" Depends on what you mean by weirdest." Springer blinks warily. Grimacing slightly around an unlit cygarette," Not a fan about talking about... war stuff. So, elaborate a bit on what you're asking? Like- frame type, organic species, landscape-?"

" Bright colors. No face or anything. But they built this advanced as slag society. Nothing we could fit into. The shapes were all-" Springer makes curving motions with his servos.

"What other life forms have you encountered on your travels? Anything that would make even you retreat?" She hummed and tilted her helm again. Full of questions and hoping for answers

Nasal ridge wrinkling slightly," Best get used fo the idea. Insecticons tend to be Hive Minded if they're part of a group. Gestalts are also pseudo hive-minds. You could end up in a scuff if they think you're looking down on 'em. The combaticons in particular will turn you into scrap. Their fastest member is a scrappy helicopter. Vortex. He's a master interrogation expert. He'll scrape you out then leave you for a doll. The constructicons will turn you into building parts."

"Insecticons? That's a new one...I once read a story about hive minds and how you can destroy as many individuals but they never go away and they'll always remember a enemy. To me that's creepy as slag pits. They can take one look at you and everyone knows who you are instantly. For me I'd just leave. Absolutely not my cup of Energon." She chuckled and glanced down. Shaking her helm, it made her plating crawl a bit.

He makes a cutting motion," Thats it. Either we die, we finish it, or we follow our commanders orders. Best for you to get on now. I'm tired and don't feel like talking anymore."

"Also Kup is the mightest mech in my opinion. Optimus is...okay from what I can understand. But in my honest opinion I don't want Kup mad at me, he could probably crush me like a tin can without breaking a sweat." She explained. Before getting up. "Well you have a good night." She replied and soon headed off. Leaving the other be.

" Depends on what you mean by weirdest." Springer blinks warily. Grimacing slightly around an unlit cygarette," Not a fan about talking about... war stuff. So, elaborate a bit on what you're asking? Like- frame type, organic species, landscape-?"

" Bright colors. No face or anything. But they built this advanced as slag society. Nothing we could fit into. The shapes were all-" Springer makes curving motions with his servos.

"What other life forms have you encountered on your travels? Anything that would make even you retreat?" She hummed and tilted her helm again. Full of questions and hoping for answers

Nasal ridge wrinkling slightly," Best get used fo the idea. Insecticons tend to be Hive Minded if they're part of a group. Gestalts are also pseudo hive-minds. You could end up in a scuff if they think you're looking down on 'em. The combaticons in particular will turn you into scrap. Their fastest member is a scrappy helicopter. Vortex. He's a master interrogation expert. He'll scrape you out then leave you for a doll. The constructicons will turn you into building parts."

"Insecticons? That's a new one...I once read a story about hive minds and how you can destroy as many individuals but they never go away and they'll always remember a enemy. To me that's creepy as slag pits. They can take one look at you and everyone knows who you are instantly. For me I'd just leave. Absolutely not my cup of Energon." She chuckled and glanced down. Shaking her helm, it made her plating crawl a bit.

" Depends on what you mean by weirdest." Springer blinks warily. Grimacing slightly around an unlit cygarette," Not a fan about talking about... war stuff. So, elaborate a bit on what you're asking? Like- frame type, organic species, landscape-?"

" Bright colors. No face or anything. But they built this advanced as slag society. Nothing we could fit into. The shapes were all-" Springer makes curving motions with his servos.

"What other life forms have you encountered on your travels? Anything that would make even you retreat?" She hummed and tilted her helm again. Full of questions and hoping for answers

"And I just put you in your place twice. Now will you stay still so you can hear properly? Or do you wanna be deaf on one side?" She snapped and boinked him in the helm.

" Watch it!" he growls, servos clenching tightly...she may have been fixing him but he really wanted nothing more than to kill her.

"Did you get your head stuck in a industrial shredder then proceeded never to be seen by a medic? Because I haven't seen damage this bad in a long while. Kinda reminds me of my younger years." She replied and gently proceeded. Knowing how far she could go before she got into dangerous territory. Burnt and cut wires came out and formed a pile while she soldered new wires in. Soon she pulled away to repair his audio receptor completely. Gently tapping out the dents and creases in it, giving him a chance to escape if he really wanted to.

" Depends on what you mean by weirdest." Springer blinks warily. Grimacing slightly around an unlit cygarette," Not a fan about talking about... war stuff. So, elaborate a bit on what you're asking? Like- frame type, organic species, landscape-?"

" Bright colors. No face or anything. But they built this advanced as slag society. Nothing we could fit into. The shapes were all-" Springer makes curving motions with his servos.

" Depends on what you mean by weirdest." Springer blinks warily. Grimacing slightly around an unlit cygarette," Not a fan about talking about... war stuff. So, elaborate a bit on what you're asking? Like- frame type, organic species, landscape-?"

"Nah, as of now you're trapped with me. Not until that injury heals. And don't give me lip about it cause I'll tune you up again boy. Don't think anyone put you in your place properly." She stated and started to check with his other injuries that she could sense. Before hauling him up and pulling him towards the hangar once more to get closer to her tools in order to fix him up a lot more. "Don't fight me on this either. You look like absolutely slag and more."

" Get off of me you damn femme you think I need your help? I don't need you or any other bot! When my comrades come looking for me you'll regret ever keeping me here!" he warns her trying to struggle against her as she dragged him over to her tools " No one is going to put me in my place, ESPECIALLY you."

"And I just put you in your place twice. Now will you stay still so you can hear properly? Or do you wanna be deaf on one side?" She snapped and boinked him in the helm.