Complicated Vows: This Is War

The Bug

            After toying with the outer lock on the medical bay door, Raptor was able to gain access. Stepping inside, he shut the door softly as he listened and scanned the surrounding area for any sign of anything that could give away his presence. The scans reported no cameras, bugs, or lifeforms, so he proceeded forward from the storage room into the operational room of the medical bay.

            A cold, empty metal berth sat attached to the far wall. Next to it were several standing cabinets, drawers, counters, and tables, all white-wash and sterile.        

            He crept quietly along the wall, careful no to knock any of the trays or tools on the counter that would surely jingle at the slightest touch. Another scan set off a mild alarm in his security system. Ratchet was in the hallway, headed towards the front entrance of this room. Quickly retreating back into the storage room, Raptor waited for his prey to enter.

             The steel grating of deadbolts was heard before Ratchet’s metal pedesteps were heard inside the concrete room. The door closed again, and the locks slid back home. It was a bad move on the medical officer’s part, but an aid to Raptor’s plan.

            The blue bot peaked around the corner, scanning the medical officer’s weapons systems, finding them down and cold. Raptor could feel his own systems heating up, itching to fight and wreak havoc on the Autobots.

            But he controlled himself. This mission could not be completed with haphazard violence. Rather, controlled savagery would be the golden ticket.

            Ratchet sat down at his desk, facing away from the storage closet and his soon-to-be attacker. After several moments passed, allowing Ratchet to focus in on his work,

            Raptor began to creep forward. Inching ever closer to the Bot, he silently concentrated heat around his guns and the cannon.

            He was now within range. Raising a relatively small caliber weapon, he shot out the cables in Ratchet’s neck that would have allowed him to speak.

            The medical Bot jumped up immediately, grasping at his throat, mouth hanging open in what would have formed a yell of pain and surprise. He didn’t know what had hit him, and before he had time to figure it out, a white-hot pain ravaged his circuits, exploding from his spine.

            He reached down to clutch at his torn abdomen. Pulling his servo away, he looked down at it to see his own energon, green but with foreign orange and flaky-blue matter as well. He’d never seen anything like it in all his years of medical training.

            “What is this?” was all he could think as his circuits blazed in pain.

            Turning around, he faced his assailant, optics widening when he saw Raptor standing before him, weapon raised and hot. He tried to charge his own cannon, but before he could even transform it, Raptor fired another round into his chest, hitting him point-blank. The blow knocked his body to the floor, searing pain running through his body. His optics offlined as he fell into stasis lock.

            Leaving the shattered and dying Bot on the floor like the filth he was, Raptor exited the medical bay into the main hall.

            Simply for simplicity’s sake, the Bot they called Mirage was the next target. Raptor went to the Ferrari’s quarters but found them vacant. He ran a quick scan to try to track the Bot’s location device, but found nothing. Even his COM frequency was down. This didn’t bother him much, however, for the delicate Italian sports car would be easy to take down with one round.