Breakdown | TFA

[From Breakdown to: Lugnut # tag(s): Megatron's Group]

Breakdown here. Read you loud n' clear. Knocks and I will have the medbay ready for surgery. Give us an ETA and injury details when you can.

- stopped and narrowed his optics coldly as Sentinel rapidly rushed away.*

You'd better run, coward! You won't escape so easily next time!

*He huffed irritably, and turned back to the scrap yard. He had a mission to complete.*

*Distracted by the comm with Megatron, Breakdown didn't notice the shield. Shoved back, he let out a rough, pained grunt of surprise.*

Hey! Where do you think you're going, Auto-brat?!

*He began to give chase, his laser cannon hitting the ground where Sentinel had been a split second before. He -

- he wants to say and just can't find the words. I'm pretty confident Knock Out could help him find them.

@the-real-megatron.bsky.social

- Megatron! I've got one of these Elite Guard Autobots under my pedes. Literally. I know you were working on a truce or something, so he's no worse for wear. Yet.

Your orders? Should I eliminate him? Bring him in for questioning? Or release him?

Between you and me, sir, he seems to have a lot -

You always have a choice!

*His pede raises up, and slams down sharply onto Sentinel's stomach to knock the air from him, exasperating the Prime even more*

Pathetic weakling!

*Keeping his heel pressed down, he tapped his commbead*

[Private Commlink: Breakdown to: Megatron # tag(s): none]

Lord -

- snarled in rage, and aimed his shoulder cannon down at Sentinel*

You're just as bad as any of them!

*The weapon let out a high whine, before it fired a heavy laser bolt into the shield.*

BUT YOU WILLINGLY ANSWER TO THEM!

*Breakdown punched him again, shoving him hard into the scrap and toppling the whole thing backward, sending Sentinel down in a heap.*

YOU OBEY THEIR ORDERS! YOU CARRY OUT THEIR COMMANDS! YOU TAKE OTHERS - MY BRETHREN - BACK TO THEM TO BE TAKEN APART!

*He -

- his plating.*

Everyone in power has used someone to get there! And someone as arrogant as you? I know your type all too well. You used others as stepping stones to climb! And you know what I think? I think you -liked- it! As much as the Council does!

No? You so sure about that, Autobot?

*Breakdown grinned nastily, optic blazing bright purple, scope tightening to focus on Sentinel's battle mask. He laughed cruelly, shoving him back against the wall of scrap he had been hiding before, pushing him hard enough so that the scrap dug heavily into -

- Sentinel again, unleashing a barrage of punches and jabs, trying to get through the shield and cause as much damage as he could.*

- believe they can control.

And from what I've seen of you already? You are the -perfect- candidate. Naïve. Self-important. Blustering. Bumbling.

*He laughed coldly*

Look at you. You can't even control yourself when fighting an enemy! PATHETIC!!

*Without warning, he launched himself at -

- rewritten to fulfill the narcissistic needs of Autobot command?

*He grinned only more savagely, deciding to press on the nerve he had clearly struck earlier*

You say you're nothing like them. But the Council is predictable and abysmal in its judgment. They only promote those to power who they -

*Even with the mask, Sentinel's rage was obvious, and Breakdown grinned viciously in delight at what he was invoking in the Autobot*.

History? What good is it to claim history when your own Nova Magnus white washes it of 'inconvenient truths'? Billions of stellar cycles of history, erased, -

- there's already tried to slip out, while I'm standing here. Maybe see to them while I'm getting this one under.

*Breakdown softens at seeing his Conjunx, then smiles a bit as he moved to obey the orders, preparing to administer the anesthetic*

You get no argument from me, Doc. Lord Megatron didn’t seem to be in a particularly amicable mood, so I didn't ask questions.

*He pointed to Goofball*

That one -

- with hate and disgust for the Autobot before him*

Maybe I am a psycho. But at least I'm not a -fraud- like you are.

-as you! You don't think, you obey! You aren't curious, you're judgmental! You're told that anything not like you is evil, and you never question it!

*He shoved back hard, pushing Sentinel away from him and into the gravel, before standing to his full and considerable height. His optics burned -

YOU ARE EXACTLY LIKE THEM!

*Breakdown continued to wail blows down upon the shield, sparks and crackles of electric energy bursting out where each strike hit*

You can deny it all you want, but you Autobots are -all the same!- Especially those who have sold themselves to get to a rank as high-

Hahaha! Excellent, my lord. A perfect likeness.

- ourselves! We take what we want! We protect our own! Not leave them to be devoured by the enemy!

*He brought both arms down to punch at Sentinel again, hard and quick*

There's no place in our world for the likes of you, Autobot scum!!

- would finally send him off balance and topple him to the ground*

Psycho? How unoriginal. We're the only sane ones in this insane asylum of a galaxy. You Autobots simper and crawl before your masters like disgusting worms, begging for scraps to fall from 'The Great Autobot Machine'. We think for -

- the cut*

Not bad, Autobot. First blood is yours.

*Twisting his other arm around, he grabbed the base of the lance and pushed upward as hard as he could, before rearing back to kick out at the bulwark shield, hoping the sudden strike with Sentinel already off balance from his arm being yanked up-

*Breakdown burst out laughing, a cold, hard sound as he watched Sentinel skid backwards, and brought up his arm sharply to take the weapon strike meant for his knee across his large forearm instead. He grinned, wild and cruel, as the lance sliced across his plating, and energon trickled down from -

- ground*

- messing with! And defensive enough to take a few good hits before I crush the lifeforce out of you!

*With another cruel laugh, he punched twice more, trying to get around the shield, before faking a third and using the distraction it caused to kick out sharply, trying to knock Sentinel to the -

*The shield made a terrible ringing sound as Breakdown's fist smashed into it. It was hardly Lugnut's Fist of Doom attack, but it packed more than enough punch to do serious damage if it landed.*

Can't even remember. I found something much more satisfying. An Autobot who's got no idea who they're-

If they were, we woulda put you little oil stains in the ground a long time ago!

*He laughs a vicious huff as he takes a heavy uppercut, trying to smash his massive fist into Sentinel's amble chin*

You're about to learn that I'm not like -anything- you've seen before!

*As Sentinel manages to jump out of the way, Breakdown skidded sharply in the dirt, kicking up a dust cloud as he turned back to Sentinel, engine revving like thunder. He guns it again, rushing right back to Sentinel, but this time he transforms several meters back, running at Sentinel in root mode*

Heh. When it comes to little nothings like this Team Failure, Knocks knows their jealous barbs are just that.

Besides, these protoforms are much too afraid to ever face anyone out in the open, let alone someone like me. All they can do is cower behind their desk jobs and fling sludge.