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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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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?"

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"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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