The cell remained unusually dim... -- Starbase Rugby: The Brig

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Date Posted: 21:46:37 04/28/02 Sun
Author: Rotor
Subject: The cell remained unusually dim...
In reply to: Rotor 's message, ""Whoa, hang back a sec crabby...."" on 16:16:38 04/07/02 Sun

"You Samuel?" called the Autobot into the dark cell, his metallic voice echoing through the speakers within.

There was no reply.

"Look pal, things have been crazy around here, but I think ya might be able to see the judge soon now...if you cooperate.

Could be ya had something to do with why Fireshard's lyin on a slab in the medlabs....could be you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Scaley seems ta have that effect on folks..." Rotor paused, his eyes shifting to the holographically cloaked Predacon nearby. "Could be her pals have the same effect...

Rotor tapped a switch on the wall and the polarized glass darkened once more as he stepped back.

"He ain't gonna talk crabby...." he began, "...and considering the nonconformity of this situation, what with me conductin an unofficial investigation partnered with the scu--well, partnered with YOU...I ain't inclined to press the issue. I try to squeeze a human, 'bot like me, chances are I risk squeezin' too hard. That might be the old-school 'con way, but it ain't mine....

This hasn't been a totally wasted and unusually long walk fer us...remember that transfer? Well I'm thinkin' the trail might not be too cold...I'm sure bases are covered, but that don't mean she won't be interested...

Primus only knows what kinda nonsense we'd run inta in the DB, and frankly the less folks see us the better in my book....I just know the judge miiight be wantin ta see me soon...and if we're gonna catch up with the, ah, lead I'm considerin', then we gotta do it...subtly..."

Rotor had been walking throughout the whole aloud reasoning process, and the shorter Predacon had followed. In the maze of corridors Rampage wasn't sure how far they had come or where. It looked like a locker room of sorts, smaller lockers for the human officers, larger for the Cybertronians. Rotor opened one of the larger ones and stepped in, followed cautiously by Rampage.

Suddenly, the chamber shook and the rogue felt a distinctive sense of falling. It passed quickly and as a yellowish light shone through the horizontal slats of the locker, the Autobot security guard opened the door and stepped out into the cramped cockpit of a small shuttle. Rampage followed and watched as the locker rose up through a hatch on hydraulics.

"I'm gonna have to find a new place fer my private shuttle when this is over, but at least now we'll be on our way with minimum interference...not much time has passed so I doubt it's gotten far, but in case somethin' goes wrong, I got a back up place ta check out...now buckle up crabby...

We're heading out.

The shuttle disengaged from the underside of Starbase Rugby and began drifting amid the debris toward the outer perimeter, and an uncertain path...

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