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WHO: Vector Prime, Skyfire, and Surprise Guests
WHERE: Autobase
WHEN: Today! Now-ish!
WHAT: Vector Prime and Skyfire are having a nice day when they have some uninvited guests show up. How rude.
WARNINGS: Violence.
FORMAT: Para to start, can adapt.

"Over two years, and I still simply do not see the point."

Vector gave the television a critical glance, leaning along the back of the couch. Aurex had managed to get herself up on it, and was purring loudly as he ran his hand across her back, more out of habit than anything else. She positioned himself, perhaps headbutted his hand once or twice, and he simply - reacted.

It was a far cry from what the screen was displaying, a cat attempting to jump a distance and falling pathetically short, a dog jumping up on to someone to partake in their ice cream, a rat finding itself comfortable in- well. Er.

"Did they have these on Cybertron?" he asked, looking down at Skyfire curiously. "These...'Funniest Videos'?"

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"Mmmmmmmmnoooo... not really. I'd say my own sense of humor exceeds thi- Oh my gosh haha did you see that cat? I mean obviously there is always exclusions to the rule but. I mean. Well-"

He rests his chin in his hand and reaches to pat Aurex who swats at him playfully.

"What do you find funny, Vector? You're so serious all the time."

It's nice to have a day off, and he feels like things are actually going well for him now. Despite the differences in his beliefs, Vector has proved himself a valuable friend.

Outside the apartment several quite serious individuals were preparing to blow the door and smash through the windows. "Romeo Actual, this is Bravo One. Spotters have confirmed the target is present along with one other, likely another Import. Is the operation still a go?"

Mile off underneath a non descript Rossum facility Boyd sat in the middle of the Global Protection Services Operations Room. Reaching over he keyed the mike for the headset he was wearing. "Yes Bravo One, proceed as planned. Eliminate the other Import if you have to, but I'd prefer you simply incapacitate them. Understood?"

The mercenary nodded his head as if Boyd was standing in front of him. "Understood, proceeding." Switching channels on his radio he made sure his team was ready before giving the order to storm the apartment. "Go go!"

The first merc kicked down the front door while two others rappeled in through the windows quickly followed by the rest of the team dressed as masked FBI HRT members. "On the ground both of you!"

"I find many things funny," notes the Prime. "Such as-"

Aurex yowled as windows crashed in, immediately bolting off the couch for safety. Vector's own reaction was more than reflex, it was programmed instinct; he held up a hand, half-gripping the air as his blade snapped in to existence in a flash of green light.

Were he still a mech, his combat subroutines would have snapped online. As it was, he only crouched, free hand on the ground as he gripped Rhisling tightly.

What in the Allspark was this? Had another emergency come upon the City?

The disruption startles him to his feet as well, though he has no weaponry, he's good enough on his own unnatural strength. Still, the disorientation is enough to surprise him completely.

"What?! What the scrap is this?!"

As soon as he gets his bearings, he realizes this is a shake down. At first he'd thought they were the police, but that's not the case at all. He bristles and gets ready to put up a fight.

The mercs train their weapons on both of their targets with most of them focusing on Vector as he's the one with a weapon that he pulled out of nowhere. It certainly spooked the hell out of a couple of them, but they were professionals and they were going to complete their mission. "Put it down, or we open fire."

Even with Skyfire so tall, from his position, Vector can't quite get a good look at him. But he can see that a few of the weapons are trained on him - both of them. Which does nothing to calm him down.

He looks at the one who spoke, narrowing his eyes, calculating the odds...before simply letting go. The sword falls to the floor, its sound muffled by carpet.

Vector isn't worried. If need be, it will come back to him.

"What is the meaning of this," he asks calmly, but with no small hint of anger in his voice as he starts to rise - slowly, carefully, ever watchful.

Skyfire's stomach twists when he sees Vector drop Rhisling. Damn it- he still has his own surprises, as far as he knows they have no idea what he's capable of. Even if he's not really a fighter, he can be incredibly destructive.

He has half a mind to move in front of Vector, seeing as they seem to be aiming for him, but he thinks it better to be unassuming until he can get one of them close enough to grab.

So he puts his hands up in surrender.

One the mercs took a step back, but otherwise made no indications they were relaxing. These were imports and there was always the chance they had some power that the mercs had no clue about. Better to be safe. "Vector Prime, we want you to come with us. If you resist we will kill your friend and incapacitate you, understood?"

"..."

For the most part, Vector Prime believes he has a very good temper. Among his kin, he would say he holds a better nature; one that forgives slights, one that is prepared to humble itself, one that tolerates far beyond what anyone could ask of it.

This, however. This...invasion. This threat.

This does not amuse him.

"And who would summon me?" he asks with icy politeness, remaining in place. Then, almost as an after thought, he looks towards Skyfire - and speaks in Cybertronian. "Have you any idea who they are?"

The shuttle can't help but be smug about it. How simple. He turns back and speaks the strange string of mechanical clicks and chirps that make up their language.

"No idea. Whatever you do, don't submit to them. We both fight when they get close. I'm not letting them take you."

He keeps his hands raised and his voice flat, as to not imply what he had just said in any way.

"Our employer and that's all we're saying for now. Also don't talk in whatever the hell that was again. Now we're cuffing you so just stay calm and we'll be out of here without anyone getting killed." One of the other mercs that came through the door slings his weapon and pulls out a set of handcuffs before moving forward toward Vector.

Vector gives Skyfire a bland look. "Cybertronian," he says, to answer the soldier's questions. "You will have to forgive us. As it stands, I believe your informer has grossly ill-equipped you, as well as kept you ill-informed. You'll need better than those," he adds, nodding towards the approaching man as he gets close.

Him first.

"After all, we are more than meets the eye."

On the floor, Rhisling vanishes, reforming in Vector's hand - which is already in motion. To offer cover from the weaponsfire of those at the windows, he slashes the air, a spacebridge portal forming between he and them.

Skyfire, he can only hope, moves quickly enough - or proves himself sturdy enough - to endure the first rounds.

Edited 2012-05-05 22:22 (UTC)

Yes. Good.

Skyfire moves as soon as he sees the opening in space-time. He's not really trained to fight, but he'll do his best, moving and throwing his full wight at the nearest man, swinging one arm out. If he connects, it would easily send the man through a wall.

The shuttle, while his main power is flight, has strength comparable to if he were still six stories tall and made of alien alloy.

He's formidable... for a research scientist.

The merc approaching Vector rolls out of the way and hits the deck as his companions open fire. At the same time the one charged by Skyfire doesn't fair as well and he's easily clotheslined. He lives, but he's in no shape to fight. The lead merc responds by drawing a taser and firing it at Skyfire. "Non-lethals! Non-lethals! We want the target alive."

Red eyes blazing, betraying his nature, Vector 'throws' open another spacebridge - this one, between him and the door. This one connects to the other, allowing fire from the window to pass him entirely, coming out towards the other soldiers.

The aim isn't the point. The cover fire inadvertently offered by their own men, is.

"Skyfire! Through the hall!" he barks. His first priority is to see his friend safe - then to defend his home.

By the time Vector speaks, Skyfire is already convulsing, curling up into a ball on the floor as the taser connects.

He can only form a garbled cry in response before he's down for the count.

Damn it.

He wants to tell Vector to run, because it's him they're after... but he can't form the words.

Vector's plan works and two of the mercs near the door are hit. The plates in their vests eat most of the impact, but they'll still have broken ribs from it.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!" The lead merc shouts as he moves up to Skyfire and plants his boot on the Cybertronian's chest. "I've got your friend, I think you know what comes next. Now are you going to surrender?"

"Skyfire!"

Tricurse it-! Vector starts to move as he sees Skyfire fall, but he can't get there quickly enough. Two steps and he halts, Rhisling held behind him, an ugly expression of strain on his face as he looks from the fallen man up to the soldier - then back down again.

They haven't killed him. Although they said they would, they haven't, which means there's still a chance-

"You may have my surrender," he says slowly, looking back up, "on the condition that I may see him to safety. Then I will cooperate as you see fit, to the best of my ability. But only if I am certain of him continuing another day."

"Under our escort and you don't attempt anything. You do then he's dead." Quickly the two mercs that smashed in the windows move to secure Skyfire. "Now, let's go."

"Acceptable. Stand back."

At this point, the two portals have fallen, disappeared in to nothingness. With a grimace at their handling of the shaken Skyfire, Vector brings up Rhisling again, making a decision...

...and then bringing the blade down, angled away from any of the mercenaries. This time, the opening is in the floor; a clean drop in to a whirling mass of color. Keeping Rhisling lowered with its tip to the floor, the Prime then nods at it.

"Drop him there. Skyfire, I'm sending you to Shockwave. I trust the two of you will do what you can."

It would certainly be easy to fight as soon as Skyfire's gone, to strike at these insolent brigands and demand them say who their master is. Who dares order them to charge his home, to harass his friends.

But such things can be said in person, and Vector Prime is quite confident in his ability to make his leave, once he has his answers. It's clear that they would prefer his cooperation, which is why he offered it.

"Nnnnnnghhh- Vector no!"

He winces at the weight on him, he's still twitching from the shock, his muscles won't cooperate.

Of if he could move he'd break this man's leg without a second thought.

All he can do is shake his head helplessly at Vector.

No damn it.

The merc removed his foot from Skyfire's chest and let his two fellows drag the man over to the portal. "Alright, drop him. I'll let Romeo Actual know we're on our way."

Romeo Actual. Was that the master's name? Vector let a frown cross his face, watching Skyfire carefully. "It will be all right," he said reassuringly, knowing it would have only so much of an effect. Still, he had to try. "Trust me as I trust you, my friend."

He can only protest weakly as he's dragged to the portal.

"No no no Vector no please no-"

With a nod from their commander the mercs pushed Skyfire into the portal. It wasn't the first time they'd sent someone's wounded comrade to safety to get their cooperation and wouldn't be the last. Though hopefully next time the target won't be able to cut through time and space. "Let's go. Our employer wants to meet you."

As Skyfire fell through, Vector let both sword and spacebridge fade; the latter would deposit Skyfire within Shockwave's home, only a few inches above the couch. It should be an easy fall. As for the former...

It was there if he needed it.

"Very well. I confess I am eager to meet him as well," he declared, turning to the one who seemed to be the leader. "Lead on."

He would follow without protest.

Silently the mercs escorted Vector out of the building and into a waiting van. It took some time for it to reach it's destination, but finally it pulled into an underground garage and parked in front of an elevator which the troopers quickly ushered Vector onto, punching the button for a basement level. The doors opened to a lab of some kind and a man wearing a well tailored suit standing in the middle of it. He looked very pleased as he walked over to his prisoner.

"Thank you, Captain. Please inform Charlie team to come down and provide security just in case and when they get here you can go. Now as for you. You know something I very interested in."

Vector was silent, half closing his eyes and focusing on the journey. Mapping it out. His powers, even diminished in this world and form, allowed him to position himself with perfect accuracy - and since learning the coordinate system this place used, he could position himself on their maps with ease.

His face and posture...all of it said without words, I am above this. I am above you. And every inch of progress they took cemented it.

When they arrived at the laboratory, his hands were clasped before him, cool and composed as his red eyes focused on the man.

"Your name?"

Edited 2012-05-06 03:14 (UTC)

"Boyd Langton," the man replied without hesitation. What did he care if Vector knew his name? He was going to wipe any memory of this event from the man's mind as soon as he had what he wanted.

"Boyd Langton."

Now he resummoned Rhisling, throwing out his arm so that the edge of the blade was at Boyd's neck. His eyes burned, suppressed rage held back by dignity alone.

"You send soldiers to invade my home, threaten my friend, assault our persons, and to damage my sanctuary. What possible knowledge could possibly be worth you daring commit such an insult to a Prime!"

Boyd glared back. Better to show anger than fear in this situation and even if Vector chopped his head off well, he had a contingency for that. Still, if he could get him to back down that would be preferable. "Your knowledge of time and space. Especially any understanding you might have of how the Porter manipulates it."

Vector's grip on the sword held steady.

"Are you such a fool as to believe this is the best way to ask me for information? Much less of such sensitive information?" He narrowed his eyes. "What reason have you to seek out such knowledge?"

Behind Vector the mercs readied their tasers. "The Porter took my family. I want them back. And I was sure you wouldn't give me the information willingly. So yes, this seemed like the best solution."

"The Porter takes many families." Though the hardness in his eyes fell, just a bit. "It separates the lives among the multiverse without a care for them, and though you are not required to accept that by any means, I can grant you no assistance."

He'd already made his attempt at fixing things. It failed. And Vector rather doubted this human held the pieces he needed to feel comfortable in another attempt.

"I don't need your permission to get what I want." And with that Boyd kicked at Vector's knee while the mercenaries leaped forward with they're tasers.

He'd really thought Boyd smarter than to strike with a sword at his neck.

To be fair, he hadn't been paying much attention to the other guards, having thought them smarter than to strike with their master in such a position.

Or perhaps not smarter, simply - more honorable.

Vector made a sound of pain at the kick, starting to crumple - then gurgled as the electricity shot through him, losing grip on the blade and falling to the ground. It clattered next to him, even as he reached to try and grab it, but his limbs would hardly respond.

"Get him in the chair now, before he recovers." The mercs followed Boyd's instructions grabbing Vector and hauling further into the lab, finally setting him down on a sleek metal chair surrounded by banks of computers. Once they had him situated they clamped shut the metal restraints built into the chair's arms. "Good, now go get the other squad and tell my assistant I'm going to be busy the next few days."

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WHOEVER IS READING THIS AND IS A FAN OF TRANSFORMERS I APOLOGIZE PROFUSELY except not

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