1150/Rosy's Demise

Cast of Characters: | Blurr, Soundwave, Vortex, Starlock, Darkstar, Juris, Whirl, 135

**Juris has posed:**
It's that particular cycle in the Dead End that most who lived or spent time around here would call the middle of the night. Too early for daylight begging Empties, and too late for criminals - there's a reason why this cycle is the called Dead Cycle in the Dead End.

 The streets are silent, and even the street lamps are off. Not a single soul can be seen roaming the streets - but near southern district of these Rodion slums, a tin can tumbles down a pile of rubble in an unlit scrapyard. Now, who would be lurking in a place such as this, at a cycle such as this?

 Naturally, someone who doesn't want to be found - and Quartz, who for quite some time has been on the run from the Autobots and commiserating with the Decepticons, fits into that category perfectly.

Strangely, it would seem that she's actually not the only one out and about in the Dead End right now - apparently, she's meeting someone. And that someone is the mortician from the DMF in Iacon. Now why would he be meeting Rosy out here, like this? Who knows...

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was walking through the dead end, using the current time and dark in combination with a familiar black cloak of her's as she attempted to navigate her way to Ratchet's clinic in a bid to check in to make sure it was okay, given the loss of Rodion. She'd had to come the long way around from the Southern Polar Region... So she wasn't exactly comfortable with how late she was out, and someone was /bound/ to notice eventually but.. Well, what could she do?

      She didn't have her chassis lights on, as they would be too much of a signal to anyone that would want to jump her, or one of Darkstar's goons attempting to rope her into that stupid fight club of his.

      She'd flinch hearing the can and quickly ducked behind the nearest thing she could and made her hood was pulled firmly over her helm in a bid to dim any light from her optics that reflected off her glasses. She'd peek out and squint, just what the heck was going on here...? All she could do was turn her Audials up and listen.

**Soundwave has posed:**
The dark places that nobody wants to go; the murky corners where the lost people meet; the shadows that flicker past the optic but can never quite be seen: all these places are familiar to Soundwave, and Soundwave familiar to them. Soundwave has been tracking Rosy's movements after the operation to kill Pharma was unsuccessful.

He aims to speak to her again but for now, he is watching and waiting- in the familiar shadows. He notices others, such as Starlock, but makes no move to clue them in to his whereabouts.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl has been guarding Nightlash for the last...he's not entirely sure, it feels like probably forever though. He's been feeling edgy and bored, and when he saw Starlock leaving the medbay, it didn't take him long to justify following after her. Starlock has been working to help Nightlash; protecting Nightlash means making sure the people helping her are kept safe, therefore, ehe needs to follow Starlock to keep her safe so she can keep Nightlash safe. That's some excellent logic, if he does say so himself.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr is out here too. And why is he out here? Because he believes he's been ordered to off Quartz. So he's perched on top of one of the dilapidated buildings nearby, watching Quartz as she approaches the isolated scrapyard.

    He opens up a case containing what appears to be some kind of syringe gun, the weapon he's been told to use...

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is out on patrol, minding his own business when suddenly he sees a very very interesting group. The chopper approaches quietly, trying not to be seen.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot is silent as he sits on one of the rooftops out of sight. Though he wasn't specifically ordered he chose to make sure Soundwave had someone watching out for him. His optics scan the area as he sends a tightbeam, "<<Nothing unusual in sight at the moment. Keeping optics wide.>>"

**Juris has posed:**
Epitaph, or so everyone knows him as, is pushing the open the gate of the scrap yard, carrying a briefcase with a DMF logo on it. He's frowning as he looks around, searching for Quartz. A breem passes, and he checks the time. For now, he's unaware of the other Autobots and Decepticons watching.

 Not long after he checks the time, Rosy slinks out from the shadows, arms folded. "Looking for someone?" she purrs. A pause. "When's the last time you saw Pharma, and where?" she asks, optics narrowing.

 "It's none of your business," Epitaph says to her sharply. "I didn't come here because I think you deserve a second chance, I did this to protect someone I care about. After the nonsense you pulled with the bomb at Deltaran, you certainly have /struts/ to ask a question like that.

 Rosy hardly hesitates. "That wasn't me," she responds immediately. "Nightlash was being coerced to say that. I had nothing to do with that bomb. The Decepticons, namely Soundwave, have been trying for the past few decacycles to force me to create a cure for that damned disease Gallo brought here. When I wasn't successful, they turned to manipulating Nightlash using some kind of enhanced technology and made me take the fall for it. He never wanted to kill Pharma, he just wanted get the cure from him. But clearly, he's losing control of her - her setting off the bomb must have been a side effect of his telepathic sway wavering."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's finials drooped downward, she'd not been aware of the fact that Whirl had followed her, she was also unaware of Blurr being here, fact she thought she was alone.. sort of. Her anxieties were setting all kinds of alarms in her head, that she needed to watch her back, and it was very likely she maybe being watched.

      Starlock's ridges knitted as she listened to the conversation.. Had Epitaph been the one to get the briefcases from Deltaran to Macc's ins the past..? That was a question for later, as right now 'Rosy's' explanation sounded like complete smelt to her, specially the funny thing that Quartz knew Nightlash was being coerced... That was in no report, that was only known to those who'd been there, and the report she made to command.

      That and.. Well, she has experience with Soundwave, that.. That is /not/ what he could do, as far as she knew... For now she'd need to get her thoughts straight, listen and wait, and sort out the truth later, she'd start by making sure her camera was at least recording the sound even if any video was pitch as black.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is remaining stealthy, focusing his energies on sticking as close as he can to Starlock's heels without being spotted by her. Toward that end, he's staying quiet -- which is hard, since his claws want to clack togeter.

**Soundwave has posed:**
Soundwave's visor flashes once, optics behind it squinting as Rosy blames HIM for several things... some true, some not. Oh yes, he will \*definitely\* be having a word with her later at this rate..... He does turn his notice to other minds nearby. Starlock is there... he can sense others too. It's possible he may have to attempt some damage control here. Time will tell- for now he continues to watch.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot stands up and shifts to beastmode and fully cloaks before quickly moving to a closer roof. He makes sure to stay out of sight as Soundwave can take care of himself. But better to be safe than sorry even with Rodion secure. Unless one of the bots in the area makes a foolish move the sixchanger just plans to be his guard dog for the night.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    The crack-boom of afterburners hails the arrival of another Decepticon. This one is not the stealthy type, nor is he wise to the gathering of other Decepticons other than those who might frequent the Dead End Fight Club as he swoops in from the skies and transforms to fall onto a rooftop in classic superhero landing fashion. Checking the datapad built into his wrist, Darkstar punches in a few commands before scoffing. "Called off... The frag is this all about?" he wonders incredulously before scanning down to the very bottom of the information feed. "Turbo-slag! They ain't in charge of this thing..." the spacer snaps, as one hand balls into a tight fist.

    Before too long he's typed up a response and sends it out on the feed, calling all of the willing to Dead End at a later meetup time. "Scrap Bash and Killcore don't show up it does \*not\* mean we skip a session... Slackers."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is still spying, staying out of the way. If attention isnt brought to him he will continue to hover nearby and just...stare at the whole situation.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr watches the exchange from his perch, taking the syringe gun out of the case and loading a small, clear vial full of some kind of viscous black liquid into it. There's a quiet click as it snaps into place. He then moves toward the side of the building, getting himself into position.

**Juris has posed:**
Epitaph scowls. "That is absolutely ludicrous," he retorts, "They /forced/ you? More like you ran to them in order to avoid being arrested by the Autobots. And with what do you have to prove what you're saying? Nothing!" he scoffs.

Quartz's frown deepens. "You don't think he's capable of controlling people? Tell me Epitaph, what other outlier can read minds, and sense presence without physical touch? Soundwave is literally the only Cybertronian on the planet with such abilities. And if Shockwave can turn a corpse into a FTL capable being, then most certainly, Soundwave can control people. How else would I have known about the bomb? Nightlash's erratic behavior? The power plant she leveled and the ammo warehouse she raided? Hm?" Her optics gleam, and Epitaph actually seems frightened, and at a loss for words. "..." Finally, he shoves the briefcase towards her. "Pharma had a change of spark. You want to be cured? Well here it is. Now, get the hell off this planet. You've meddled enough with Triage, Juris, and everyone else I care about."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock glanced up and rolled her optics, knowing /that/ oh-so-familiar afterburner boom.... Greaat, Darkstar was around, she was going to need to be on her pedes soon.

      Starlock had to hold back a snort of amusement at what Quartz was sayin, just.. She /could not/ believe what she was hearing, it was almost comical; Then again She did have more information than most, so she would have to calm herself down, as she did feel bad for Epitaph... Though Soundwave probably did pick up one last thought from Starlock on the matter, and that Quartz was was a two-faced lying glitch that needed to pull her helm out of her aft.

      Starlock wasn't exactly sure what she could do now, except send this video in a report to those in command in another encrypted email, like she had been with all the /other/ information she'd been passing along about this situation.

**Soundwave has posed:**
Soundwave is certainly quite interested in this conversation. He's not particularly keen on some of this information just being so casually tossed around, but it is probably inevitable that things like this are said. The spymaster pings to Sixshot, "<< Be ready. Things may escalate soon. >>" He himself tenses but does not move yet, picking up thoughts from Starlock and then glancing towards where Blurr is broadcasting some intensity over there. Yes, he could try ot intervene but he would rather continue to collect data. Who knows, perhaps one problem or another may be resolved tonight.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr quietly gets down from the roof along the side of the building, lurking in the shadows of the alleyway behind the scrapyard. He makes sure Quartz's back is facing him directly...

    And then he dashes forward until he's just a few paces behind her, firing the syringe gun at the back of her neck as he passes by, moving so fast that his body is a blur of motion. Within fractions of a second, he is on the far end of the scrapyard and darting back into another dark alleyway.

    And Quartz? "....hrrgk..." She stands there, as if stunned still for a moment, her optics wide and blank. Slowly, she reaches back and pulls the needle out, the vial now empty. She stares at it in her hand for what seems like an eternity...until her fist finally clenches, shattering the container as if it were made of sheet aluminum. There is a...wild look in her optics. Like the one Caliber had at Garrus-1 when he'd attacked Blast Off and Vortex.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's head tilts up at the sound of the boom. His claws clack-clack together as he looks from the sound over to Starlock. He considers the situation carefully, and then Blurr dashes out and shoots Quartz. "H'okay, that's not good," he says to himself, moving to try and get close to Starlock, in order to protect her.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex tenses. Its hard to telll as hes spying but his circles get lower. "I know that look." he murmurs distantly. "Keep back. Just.. keep back."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar was finished with what he needed to do. The Dead End Fight Club would continue with or without Scrap Bash and Killcore in attendance, and all that was left for him now was to wait for the others to arrive within the next couple of hours. What that meant for him was something he disliked doing quite a bit... Lack of productivity was never something that he took to very well, but right now waiting was all he could do. Taking a seat on the side of the building the spacer let his feet dangle over the edge while he leaned forward slightly and took to smoking an e-cig as red optics casually surveyed the alley below.

    Background chatter was pretty much par for the course when sitting around on rooftops within Dead End, or pretty much any of the city states of Cybertron. Recognizing the voices within the chaos however was a bit less commonplace. Chinplate lifting slightly, Darkstar paused to continue to hone in on the source of the familiar sound. He didn't really remember Quartz very well, but he did have a keen audial regardless.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"<<Looks like they just did.>>", Sixshot states the obvious as he tries to track Blurr but loses him. He turns his attention back on Quartz and Epitaph, "<<Well that is interesting. Anything you want done about this?>>"

**Juris has posed:**
Epitaph notices her change of demeanor, and he starts backing away quickly. "Rosy..N-Now, there's no need to be this way. You can leave peaceably. Everything will be just fine.."

Meanwhile, Juris had been doing her regular Rodion perimeter checks when she notices there's a spike in activity on her radar close to the southern edge of Dead End. Vortex is among those present, as is Darkstar. Well, that's interesting. She does a 180 and starts towards the scrapyard, tight beaming Vortex. "<What's going on at the scrapyard>"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex hears someone radioing and tightbeams Juris back <<I don't know, ma'am.">> He says, all professional. <<I Need to get in closer to have a better look. I think this Rosie Quartz thing is comin' to a head.>>

**Starlock has posed:**
     Wait, what just happened? Starlock would squint, trying to get an idea and-- wait Whirl? Starlock looked up at Whirl, knitting her ridges and speaking softly, trying to keep from being heard. "Whirl? When did you-- How long have you been--... What just happened?" She'd ask.

      However she see's Quartz starting to go after Epitaph, and she's unsure what to do for a brief moment, before she glances up at Whirl, once more and frowns, as if that's all he needed to know what she was about to do her battle mask sliding into place, she'd then rush from her hiding spot, chassis lights and optics brightening as she'd subspace her cape. She as going to attempt to get between Quartz and Epitaph.

      She'd then let out a loud whistle in an attempt to pull Rosy's attention, and pulled one of her pistols. "Oi! pick on someone's that's actually been messin ya' slag up!" and opened fire.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl would gape in astonishment as Starlock charges out like a crazed slarg to draw the attention of the crazy femme, but, well, he has no mouth. This limits his expressions of astonishment to the flattening of his antennae. "Welp, when in Dead End..." he says, with a shrug as he charges after Starlock, ready to come to her defense!

**Soundwave has posed:**
Soundwave watches as Blurr takes care of one problem. Hmm. Some part of him feels a bit... sorry for her, some of her anxieties ringing genuine, but.... she was actively betraying him, betraying the Decepticons, and that is what happens to those who betray the Decepticons. The cause must come first, even if, in this case, it is aided by the Autobots themselves. He responds to Sixshot, "<< Detain the other. Epitath. I have questions. >>" He finally begins moving towards the scene himself, slowly and carefully. He has noticed Darkstar too, of course. "<< Darkstar. Keep track of Epitaph and Rosy as long as possible. >>" He sends coordinates- and images- if neccessary.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot watches the bots move in before shifting his focus on Epitaph, "<<Right away, sir.>>" Leaping off the roof he remains cloaked as he moves to avoid the fight. Optics locked on his target as he moves to intercept the mech if they start to run.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Even as Epitaph is backing away, Quartz lets out a bestial roar and charges straight at him, drawing her blades. She runs him -completely- through with one of them, the other ends of the blade sticking out of his back. It seems she has suddenly become uncharacteristically strong, so it's a good thing Starlock -didn't- manage to get between them, because if she had, what just happened to Epitaph would've happened to -her-.

    However, the medic's guns do attract her attention, and once the mortician is down on the ground, bleeding out severely, she whirls around and charges at Starlock, her movements frenzied.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl lets out a shril whistle, trying to draw Quartz's attention onto him. After all, Starlock's a medic, medics are useful and he's trying to protect Nighlash by protecting Starlock. If he fails, then his justifications for leaving the medbay will fall apart like the house of cards it is. 'Hey! Loonie! Over here! Pick on somebody who deserves it!"

**Darkstar has posed:**
    The Voice was here, eh? Of all of the mechs he thought that he'd run into out here in Dead End Soundwave was the last on that list despite their last operation having taken place in the same location. << Copy that, Lead... Just one question though. Who the frag are.. Oh okay. >> Good old Soundwave, always one step ahead of the game.

    Darkstar was quick to take flight, assuming his Arrowship mode before he ascended higher up above the buildings to put his keen sense of sight to task. If this Rosy bot or Epitath were planning to escape the scene they were going to have one heck of a difficult time doing so with this 'eye in the sky' tracking them. Quietly... He didn't really do quiet, but as quietly as he could the spacer put on his work shoes and did his job for the glory of The Cause. << Hey... I know that femme. A good time, that one. >> Darkstar couldn't help mentioning of Quartz regardless of his readiness to reduce her to scrap in an instant if need be once the sound of gunfire rang through the streets and the spacer came upon the scene of recently erupted conflict. << Very good time... >> he adds as he spots the aftermath of Quartz's attacks on both Epitaph and Starlock alike.

**Juris has posed:**
"<What??>" The female rotary speeds up her trajectory towards the intended location, now worried.

But by the time she arrives, Epitaph is bleeding out on the ground, probably too late to save. "No..." she says in a hushed voice, landing next to her old friend. "Starlock, stabilize him and get him to a medevac /stat/," she commands the junior medic brusquely.

 Then she transforms and heads straight for Quartz, probably nearly buffeting Darkstar aside in the process. "Do /not/ get in my way," she warns the spacer.

 And then it's gloves off, guns out and blazing. This time, she's pulling no punches.

 Starlock will find that Epitaph is in terrible shape. In fact .. there's little she can do. She can try, but it really looks like he's not going to make it. "Tell Ratchet.. thank you," he says weakly.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's optics narrow, that isn't her first thought, fact, Soundwave actually can read what her first thought actually is, and that is how fast could she get over to Epitaph and stabilize him without Whirl being completely left completely open, her mind moving rather quickly over strategies, as well as a mental timer of just how fast Epitaph would have before he would bled out, so long as he wasn't infected, and depended on what systems had been hit, so at most, she had /a minute/.

      She'd hiss out in pain as she felt serious damage done to her physical strength, as well as cracks forming in her new armor to the point it just all falls away, exposing sensitive and damaged wiring in frame...Welp, she's got Quartz's attention, and she's going to just have to endure whatever it coming.

      "<<Hate to do this Whirl, but do what you can, I'm going to try and stabilize Epitaph.>>" She'd radio. "<<Watch that attack of hers, it utterly /ruins/ armor and internal systems>>" She'd Report to Whirl, feeling it was a bit of a moot 'no smelt Starlock' point.

      "<<Going to be repaying her for my armor once I get Epitaph stable.>>" She'd Radio to Whirl... And then glance up hearing Juris. "<<Already on my way! Whirl needs some back up!>>" She'd radio back to Juris as starlock's pede boosters activate and she speeds her way over to Epitaph, looking him over and frowned.

      "I will, if you can't." She'd state, tapping the small camera located just below her glasses rim, she was going to try! She was no forged medic but damnit she'd been manning the medical bay by herself for how long now?! She'd dapen his pain sensors and get to work attempting to stabilize him.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl hehs. <<Oh, Sarge, this is what I \*live\* for,>> he tightbeams to her. <<At least, until the day I don't.>> "C'mon," he says, widening his stance in an effort to make himself look bigger and fiercer. "Let's do this! Slag talking, this is time for punching and/or shooting!"

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Watching Juris, Sixshot waits for her to move while allow Starlock start her work. It becomes obvious how close he is when he decloaks and transforms into root mode saying, "Yes, stabilize him, but I'll be taking custody!" His optics focused on the small medic as he pulls a single blaster from subspace, "No arguments, just do your work. As I have my orders."

**Soundwave has posed:**
Aaand there goes Epitaph, too. Soundwave continues edging towards the scene cautiously. No matter what happens he is there to observe and record events. Darkstar seems surprised to see him here. If only the spacer knew that Soundwave came from places just like this. ...Not that he tells anyone that now. "<< She is under the influence of that injection, >>" he replies matter-of-factly to the spacer, not exactly one to 'appreciate' whether someone is a 'good time' or not. That is irrelevent to the mission, right? Ok, so Soundwave will never be the life of the party (but in some universes he might be the DJ of one).

Here, though, he can sense Epitaph- and his information- is about to fade out. There isn't much time. Soundwave suddenly puts on a burst of speed, attempting to get to Epitaph before Starlock can, but he's a little too slow. But not all is lost- yet. If he can only reach him in time... "<< Sixshot... cover me, block anyone who seeks to prevent me from getting to Epitaph. >>" If his speed isn't enough, maybe Sixshot's is?

He steps forward, still seeking to get close, and looks at Starlock and Whirl. "I seek your cooperation. Allow me to touch Epitaph and I -and my soldiers- will leave peacefully, allowing you to do your work. Or... waste precious time fighting us and we both lose."

**Blurr has posed:**
    Quartz's attention is drawn away from Starlock as the medic rushes to Epitaph's side. Now it's Juris she is focused on, as the rotary shoots her in the side. Fuel and other bodily fluids are spewing everywhere, both hers and Epitaph's. She screeches and draws a larger glaive, swinging at Juris' torso with both hands on the hilt.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar executes a swift barrel roll as Juris barrels past him, just barely nicking the spacer as she flew into combat with a ferocity he'd never seen when they were going up against those pesky Insecticons. << Watch it, Toots. Just got a new paintjob... >> he tightbeams to Rodion's District Attorney before continuing to observe the action from above, continuing his flyover. << C'mon Autobots... Give me a reason, >> Darkstar then comments on an open channel, his rockets loading into their tubes, while the mech simultaneously begins recording the combat scene as it unfolds below him. Blast it Soundwave... Gotta ruin the fun with specific mission parameters and rules, don'tcha?

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex keeps circling as well, moving close to Darkstar. Hes lost in his own world though. "Do something do something make it so we can attack.." he says.

**Juris has posed:**
Epitaph stares up at Soundwave. "Is.. it true," he gasps. "Were you..." But he isn't able to finish his sentence. Soundwave will be able to tell that in mere nanoseconds, Epitaph is going to fade. Starlock, despite her best efforts, is going to have to accept that Epitaph is going to pass. He's lost too much blood.

 Darkstar's paint job is the least of Juris' worries. Quartz's blow is nearly lethal - her blade has run Juris straight through the chassis, and is sticking out the other side. She stumbles backwards, just as Quartz swings at her again. She pulls her dual blades from the post in her back and aims it forward, in attempt to catch Quartz off guard and run her through with her machete.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock didn't look up at Sixshot, keeping her optics focused down and on Epitaph, and her left for-arms vital monitor for him as she then also hears Soundwave's request... She can't outsmart them both, and she knows, that soundwave knows, she knows... And it's very likely he and the others will merely run off with the information.

      Her thoughts moving a million miles a minute as she doesn't awnser but keeps working, Whirl and Juris are already under enough fire, (That pump line needs sealed) they couldn't handle what she could count, three.. (That connects to that) no, four, decepticons on top of it all, (connect this to that, watch that organ) and if she can stabilize Epitaph, he likely wouldn't be able to stand any fire taken from them before she could get him out...

      /One/ life was not the risk of three, these are not chances she can bet on.. She needs to yield.

      She'd sneer as she kept trying, she wasn't going to give up just yet, despite the loud alarms going off about Epitaph's vitals... At least it was going to be painless, thanks to her dampening his pain receptors. She'd give Soundwave a very hard side glare, and sends her... "thoughts" his way.

      "Go back on your word, and swear on my spark I will personally hunt you down, and I will tear you apart." She'd threaten as she started thinking, in detail, just exactly how she could surgialy take a bot apart, bit by bit.

**Soundwave has posed:**
Soundwave stares back at Starlock, then silently nods. He moves in, reaching for Epitaph's head, taking care not to disrupt Starlock's work. Then he focuses... searching inside Epitaph's fading mind to gather whatever information he can. He does send a radio message to the other Decepticons, "<< Stand down. >>" The Autobots have kept their word- so far- so so shall he.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot is silent as he watches Starlock work for a few moments before scanning the rest of the area with his optics. The blaster remains in his hand but doesn't aim at anyone as he's on guard duty. Watching the fight he says, "Should I assist the officer? They seem to have it handled."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grumbles as noone has decided to do fighty-fight with him. Stupid Decepticons. "What in the name of Primus's purple patch cord is this planet coming to when a guy can't get a Decepticon to fight him?" he asks, a tad grumpily. "Did I not make it clear that I want to do violence unto the desrving or what?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex continues to circle where he is. "Fiine." he says out loud. "This standoff is getting boring. I better have something to punch later." he grumbles.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    << Frag this turbo-chicken slag outfit... >> Darkstar tightbeams to Vortex, clearly disappointed with being told to stand down yet again as the Autobots keep their word. He didn't really care about all of the Autobots, it was only Whirl he wanted to square off with really. Still, that was only for now... There was no telling what treachery these Aftobot villains had planned for once their main objective had either succeeded or failed.

    At least there was a pretty decent fight going on, and if he couldn't be a part of the action directly the very least Darkstar could claim is that he would have some excellent video to study later. Know thy enemy after all... While Juris hadn't actually attacked him before it seemed only a matter of time before she went 'bad cop' given her overzealousness regarding the Dead End Fight Club.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Quartz gets a machete to the chasis. Leaking out everywhere, her armor torn to pieces by now. She shouldn't even be -standing-. But somehow, she is. She wrenches her blade free from Juris' body, causing more fluid and inner parts to fly as she attempts to shove the other fembot to the ground with a knee to the chest, and brings the weapon down on the rotary once more!

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex tightbeams back <I Know man. You wanna fight?>> He says to Darkstar. Hes completely lost interest in the whole event.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar responds with the only thing anyone would really expect to hear from him after Vortex's question. << Dead End Fight Club starts in about an hour... Wrap this mission and you come party with the real mechs, eh? >>

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex 's engines purr. <<Oh, Spacecase. You know how to make my rotors spin.>> he looks to the fight. <<So I kinda want to shoot Rosie if I can.>>

**Darkstar has posed:**
    << Why, your femme-friend in trouble and you wanna play hero? >> Darkstar quips mirthfully, while coming about to get another angle on the fight. << Why don't you just see how well she can handle 'erself, huh? This one ain't no damsel... Don't make it ta' DA status by bein' rescued all the time. >>

**Juris has posed:**
Soundwave will find fading memories of a conversation Epitaph had with Triage. Something about Triage being asked to deliver a payload to Rosy, but was afraid, so he asked Epitaph to do it instead. Fearing for Triage's safety, Epitaph had agreed to do it for him. Sadly, he'd been right - that's all Soundwave will discover before the light from his optics vanishes and the mech's chassis goes completely limp.

Well, maybe Darkstar won't have to worry about Juris going all 'bad cop' on him. Rosy's glaive slices straight through her torso, perhaps even through her spark, from where everyone else is standing, it's hard to tell. With her remaining strength she shoves her machete upward in an attempt to skewer Rosy's helm.

 Successful or not, she's in a dire condition. In fact ... she's dying. Perhaps Epitaph won't be the only casualty tonight.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Quartz's head is split in half by the machete as it is jerked upward hard. It...falls apart and crumples to the ground, followed by the rest of her body. Mere moments later, there is some kind of sizzling sound, and her dead body just sort of melts into a grey puddle, just as Caliber's body had done at Garrus-1 previously.

**Starlock has posed:**
     The vital monitor on Starlock's forearm starts blaring for all to hear, in a single long beep, as Epitaph flatlines. Starlock hisses and starts attempting revival measures before his spark can fully burn out. "Come ooon Epitaph, don't give up just yet." She'd grumble, she's trying she's really trying.. But after a few seconds, she realizes it's fruitless, and marks the time and date of death mentally, and gently moved his hands over his chassis.

      She'd look back to the field, she has no time to mourn yet, she has work to still do, as she makes her way over to Juris, life of a medic after all.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex tilts his head. "Naa just dont want her takin all the fights.." he winces. "And there she goes. Beautiful isnt she? The way she.. JURIS!" he tries to fly in her direction and wont stop unless someone stops him.

**Juris has posed:**
Juris collapses to the ground, a bloody mess and in very critical condition. A quick assessment by Starlock will reveal that she's about to enter that deadly kind of comatose that very, very few ever wake up from. The best course of action appears to be to stop the bleeding, and rush her to .. well, wherever Ratchet's new clinic is asap. There isn't really time to give her any kind of patch job - if she enters comatose now and isn't stabilized immediately, she'll probably die within breems.

 Oddly enough, she hears Vortex yelling her name. "Vor..tex?" she says, as she fades from consciousness.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar watches as vortex swoops in to see to his fallen femme-friend, the spacer loosing a chortle as his afterburners engage. << Awww... Emotional attachments. >> he comments dryly before the clack-boom of his 'burners' suddenly sends him roaring away from the engagement area several blocks away to where the Dead End Fight Club meeting is scheduled to take place.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex shouts "Get away. Get away. Get away from her." He lands by Juris, rotor in hand and brandishing it at anyone who comes near her. His optics glow a crazed crimson, the Decepticon kneeling by her side, placing his hand to the wound when he sees the bleeding. He knows this is bad. Real bad. When he sees Starlock approach, he gives an almost pained look. "Fix her."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock slides over on her knees and takes notes of the vitals on her for-arm monitor and immediately gets to work to at least stabilizing her first and stop if not slow, the bleeding, regardless of Vortex's presence, she also deploys her auxiliary tank, hooking Juris up to it to at least buy some time.

      She also hears Vortex coming in. "I need to get her to Ratchet's repair bay in Iacon asap, if I do not she is going to die." She'd state /loudly/ for the rotary to hear as she kept working, hopefully so her past actions at Garrus-1 speak for themselves were the rotary doesn't end up accidentally delaying her the valuable time she needs to save Juris.

      After giving Vortex a.. "trusting" glance, she'd transforms around Juris, and starts speeding off for the repair bay, and sends Vortex a tight beam. "<<You know I won't Pharma do anything so long as I'm in there.>>" She'd reassure.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Fine." he says softly. "I'll help load her up." He says. "Im not leaving her. If you need energon here." he offers an arm. "Let me help her."

**Soundwave has posed:**
Soundwave gets those snatches of information... not much, but it is something. He pulls back, looking down as the light fades. He remains quiet, even respectful, moving to allow Starlock to come back in. "...Thank you." He says, almost too soft to hear. Looking up, he watches the end of Rosy, and possibly Juris too, and remains silent. It is certainly interesting how Rosy's death is so much like the one that Vortex and Blast Off observed in the Autobot prison. Seems the Autobots have some sort of top secret weapon.

He also notices as Vortex fails to 'stand down' and rushes towards Juris, but it's not an attack, so for now he will just watch- and collect THAT data, too. He would order the rotary NOT to follow if he had to, but thankfully that doesn't seem to be required. Soundwave finally stands up again, moving back towards the shadows. He radios back to Sixshot. "<< Yes. Unfortunate, but informative. Let us retreat now. >>"

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods before turning away and jumping into the air. Gears quickly shifting as he transforms into a starfighter and flies off.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex 's sanity is just at the point where he's ready to snap. He is calm. Very calm, almost /too/ calm. Shellshock,rage at Rosy for this, anger at himself for not stopping it sooner. A mix of emotiones goes through him at breakneck speed before he just goes numb. His word are calm as he looks t Starlock, everything and everyone else there is completely out of his mind. "You'll take care of her. Shes safe with you." He is very much reminded of Garrus-1 and aware of the danger to Juris's life, one of the few people who actually...respected him as a person. He starts to walk away, silent, his optics focused straight ahead on nothing. His direction seems very random as he just walks silently to the south.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Once Starlock knows she's not going to get attacked for driving off with Juris to Iacon, being so bold is to blitz her way through /rodion/ despite the decepticon defenses there, but it's the fastest way back, she also asks for the clean up crew to recover Epiath's corpse, and orders the medical bay to be on standby for the critically wounded.