TRANSFORMERS | Dread

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The rain poured down hard and thick. It left visibility nonexistent and everything the optics could sense was nebulous. Cybertronion vehicles rolling over the highways slowed their acceleration, they became overly cautious when the weather intensified. Aside from the possible domestic accidents, there was other reasons to be afraid of the rain...

...Like an enemy ambush.

One-star seeker accelerated to Mach speed and left a deafening trail of intimidation across the sky. It zig-zagged between many of the cumbersome infrastructures. The craft seemed totally fearless as its wings nearly grazed the sides of the concrete structures. It's dark blue color scheme complemented the gloom and doom the rain seemed to bring.

The slight yellow hue complimented the dark blue hue of the aerial craft, it glittered as rain drops ricocheted of the paint. The nose of the craft was extremely aerodynamic and made it agile and magnificent.

Citizens looked up in awe, but their gaze could only keep up with the craft for so long before it was out of sight. But even after the craft had vanished, their optics remained glued to the low stratosphere filled with anxiety; a single high speed Cybertronion craft was rare and was associated with suicide bombings. But after moments of continued silence, the citizens resumed their designated tasks.

The Cybertronion aerial craft remained its speed and took note of its glorious reflection among the sides of the sleek buildings.

And as the infrastructures made themselves scarce, the true purpose of the craft's visit to Vos revealed itself.

The great prison complex, Grindcore.

The complex competed with heights with that of the central citadel in Darkmount; except as of previous events, the Grindcore complex was the winner in that category. Hundreds of spotlights panned over every crack and dark area Vos could manufacture to prevent any convicts from making a quick getaway.

Under most circumstances most prisons just inflicted pain and internment on its prisoners. Grindcore was different; it was different in that this prison served as a psych ward...for the mentally unstable and insane.

Shockwave, the mastermind behind this complex's development, had created this infrastructure to house both Autobots and Decepticons alike. Sure, it was a normal prison, but for those deemed special by the mad doctor would receive such treatment to turn them into failed science experiments used in Megatron's army. A lot of these test subjects turned into defective machines that would be used as cannon fodder; but the special ones would be Megatron's weapons of mass destruction.

Some of the greatest weapons in Megatron's repertoire were bred in this complex...Sixshot...Bruticus...the Duocons...the triplechangers Blitzwing and Astrotrain...they were birthed in this place.

The starship began its ascent at the same Mach speed. It scaled the vertical height in record time passing transports unloading new prisoners, as well as guards surveying everything coming in and out.

The primary landing strip near the peak of the complex was this starship's destination, as it passed the platform it began to automate into a formidable robot form. Its hands separated from the bulk of the craft and its legs separated out. The feet spread slightly as gravity brought the robot down. Its peds slammed against the pavement, its hands palmed the ground to get a grip on his surroundings. Lastly the bot looked up with its devilish red optics and took note of his surroundings.

Rain.

It was everywhere.

The liquid droplets made visibility difficult, but not impossible.