OPEN - ARRIVAL

[crabcake]

Who: IDW AU BW Rampage and YOU
Where: Nowhere in particular
What: Fresh crab meat, what a treat!
When: After whatever else has happened
Warnings: Well, he's a mass murdering cannibal, and may or may not do or attempt either of those things.

The first thing Rampage does when he wakes up is remember. The second thing he does is scream. Not a shrill scream of fear or surprise, of course. One of those long, deep, growling howls of pure rage and agony that may or may not break into loud cackles occasionally, making you rather doubt the sanity of the screamer.

This doubt would not be especially unfounded.

With that business out of the way, Rampage calms down slightly - or at least manages to shove his emotions back into the dark festering closet of his mind where they belong (the door doesn't close very well and it leaks a lot, but it keeps him from raving constantly). Settling down on a convenient piece of rubble - really, there's rubble conveniently just about everywhere - he begins to take stock of his situation.

Last he remembers, he was being imprisoned in stasis, with the high probability of his imprisoners throwing away the key after locking him up. He's certainly not in stasis now, nor is there any sign of the machinery that had held him. However, the area he's in is rather thoroughly bombed out. Perhaps the facility was destroyed around him, or his body blown free, and he was now awakening from a healing sleep.

Ha! 'Healing sleep'. His brain module is always one of the first parts to grow back, ensuring he experiences the wonderful agony that is regenerating your internal and external sensors.

So if that's not the case, he's uncertain of just how he ended up in his circumstances. Then again, he's not sure he really cares other than regretting no longer being in stasis. Complete lack of consciousness had been refreshingly close to oblivion.

Well, wherever he is, he's not alone. He can feel the bright points of sparks scattered around him at various distances. Standing, he stretches, reacquainting himself with unchanging body and heads out to find one. He's not sure what he'll do with them when he does, but it's bound to be more interesting that sitting around drowning in his internal agonies.

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[crabcake]

Rampage wonders if he should feel offended that it took so little cajoling to get Sixshot to shoot him, but he doesn't have long to wonder about it because there's a powerful blast of energy tearing its way through his torso. His back shatters open, spraying burning and melted components across the ground, though most of his internals are straight-up vaporized. One of his arms tears off and goes spinning away as the force of it sends Rampage's body flying to collide with a building.

There's a long silence as the dust settles, Rampage's torn body sprawled out in the rubble of the walls he'd flown through. Sickly green light paints the scene around him, pulsing out from the cavernous hole that was his chest. If one was to approach and stare into it, they'd find a spark floating free and detached within the gap, bright and healthy beyond the fact that it seems to radiate a sense of wrongness.

Crackles of green lightning stab out from the mutant spark, and the gaping wound begins to knit together.

[phase6kindofbot]

Now that.

That was a surprise.

Sixshot flips out of his tank mode and strides towards the green glow. His optics light up as he sees the wound begin to heal. He's seen fast regeneration before, but nothing like this; there were very few Cybertronians who survived having their spark casing smelted into nothingness. None, actually, as far as the Sixer knew.

"Well," he exclaims quietly, waiting to see how fast the strange mech healed.

[crabcake]

"Aaaurgh!" Rampage howls eloquently, sitting bolt upright. Clearly the gaping wound in his chest, though rapidly closing up, still hurts like the dickens.

The sickly spark light dims slightly as its casing reforms and he clutches at it with his remaining hand. His other arm is currently a mess of half-grown bare spars and wires.

Wheezing and shuddering for a long moment, Rampage finally seems to get over the worst of the pain as his chest is mostly reformed and he heaves a long sigh instead.

"Well," he says back to Sixshot. "That answers that question."

[phase6kindofbot]

"I was wondering what the Autobots'd do to counter Ununtrium," Sixshot murmurs in fascination, coming to a stop beside Rampage's prone form. He sinks down onto one knee and watches at the mech before him reforms again.

"So, I'm betting the only reason the research wasn't continued was because you destroyed it all and every scientist involved?" Because even if Rampage had been a mistake, the Autobots would never have given up on something like this. It would have turned the war around so much faster.

[crabcake]

Rampage flexes his stub arm impatiently, but beyond that and some charring at the edges of what used to be a hole, you could hardly tell he just had what should have been an extremely fatal wound.

He's never heard of ununtrium, but it's not difficult to figure out it has something to do with the Decepticons' uniquely overpowered super soldiers.

"I did do that," he admits. "So that could be the reason, if indeed they didn't continue."

He wouldn't know, he was asleep. "Maybe they just got squeamish about tormenting the unborn." There's an edge of dark humour to his voice that implies he doubts that's the reason.

[phase6kindofbot]

"Oh, yes. Squeamish as they were about putting brain needles in dead people." Ugh, Autobots were so gross sometimes.

Sixshot watches Rampage's arm re-attach itself quietly for a moment, a pensive expression on his pale face.

"Do you want to meet Megatron?"

[crabcake]

Rampage chuckles at that even though he's not quite sure what Sixshot is talking about. He was never educated about the existence of shadowplay, but Sixshot's description sounds entertainingly unpleasant enough.

His optics cycle in a blink at the question. There's a name he definitely knows about! What living Cybertronian wouldn't?

"...Why not." He honestly has nothing better to do. He adds a firm caveat. "I won't be his weapon."

If Sixshot was even thinking that. He won't be anybody's weapon but his own.

Wrap!

[phase6kindofbot]

"You don't really need to worry about that," Sixshot says with a laugh. "He's been going through a few... changes lately."

And what were those changes? Well, Rampage was about to find out!