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The Hunt For Red Optimus           Sat Apr 18    The Rumor
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Hey, have you heard the latest? Seems those dumb Autobots
heard about Prime goin' ta Tarn and they took half the army 
to Tarn ta look for him. Course, he
weren't there, and Starscream defended his honor from those
tempermental, trigger happy Autobots, but they didn't care. 
They tore apart half the construction area outside of 
Tarn as they were leaving to show what poor losers
they are. The Decepticons, of course, did nothing to the
Autobots as a show of their honesty and good faith. Just 
goes to show you who to believe and not to
believe on this planet.
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The REAL story         
            
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DIMWAD! Don't you know? Starscream kidnapped Prime and is
holding the Autobot
Commander in a cell beneath Tarn. He's torturing him too.
The Autobots tried to get him back, but took heavy 
casualties trying to assault the city looking for
him. Starscream wouldn't budge though, and kept repelling
them when they tried to rescue Prime and Windcharger 
from the Decepticon's evil clutches. It's no
wonder the Bots came unglued with their leader missing and
all. Can you blame them?
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<While Optimus Prime was presently rumored to be missing.
Silverbolt, continued working at his station at the 
Autobot encampmet around Capital City while
several search teams of Autobots continue looking for their
supposedly lost leader...>

Optimus Prime comes striding out of the city proper, a
bemused look on his face. "How goes the search for Optimus Prime?"

Silverbolt blinks as he looks up. Arching an optic ridge he
replies steadily, guarding his relief, "I think it just now ended."
Silverbolt stands up straight and activates his radio with a
sigh.

<Autobot> Silverbolt says, "Optimus Prime is unharmed and
fully funtional and here in Capital City.  The searches may be 
called off."

Optimus Prime shakes his head. "Who started this paranoid
search?"

RADIO: [Groove] We've encountered Nightshear, we're pulling
back.

Silverbolt gives a small sigh. "I'm uncertain. I was working
here when Skyfire called me to accompany him to Iacon where 
Prowl helped assemble a grpoup of us
before we entered Galactix and took off for Tarn.

Grapple walks in from the north, carrying a crate of what
appears to be rubble...

Ironhide has arrived.

Optimus Prime blinks a bit. "You did /what/?"

Groove rolls into the area in Police Motorcycle mode.
Groove says, "PRIME!"

Ironhide says, "Prahme?! Thahnk Prahmus..."

Silverbolt gestures helplessly. "Prowl and Skyfire assumed
you were there."

Optimus Prime shakes his head, and sighs. "Fabulous. Did
everyone make it back
from Tarn alright?"

Groove says, "Quick, Ironhide, let's get Pointtip some help
first..."

Ironhide says, "Cahn yuh tahke cahre o' thaht groove? Ah
wannuh piece o' thaht 'cawn."

Groove says, "Yes, I can."
Groove transforms into Robot mode.
Groove transforms and moves over to Ironhide to help the
ancient Empty out.

Silverbolt nods in response, mentally noting the arrival of
the other two Autobots. "Affirmative. I tried to contact 
you first while the others appraoched
Starscream. When my radio was out of range I asked for
Galactix's help. When his signal got through but 
mine didn't it was assumed you were elsewhere. I
radioed Skyfire as a result and we departed."

Ironhide's back drops open, revealing a partially
transformed, severely   injured, ancient, haggard, starving
empty. He re-sets his transformation to  full robot, and
looks around apprehensively.

Groove reaches out to help Pointtip out.

Silverbolt looks destractedly to the new arrivals and
blinks. He turns back to Prime. "No further...incident
occured."

The ancient Empty is helped out of Ironhide by Groove.

Ironhide grunts, "Ah'm goin' awt tuh kill thaht 'cawn." he
bobs to Prime,    "Don't do thaht tuh me 'gain, Prahme..."
he says, with some slight humor in his   voice, and then
drives out at high speed.

Ironhide has left.

Pointtip looks suspiciously at the other Autobots, and
winces as Groove helps him.

Optimus Prime walks up to Grapple, looking down at the small
civilian.   "Grapple, can you help this one out?"

Grapple just sort of stands, a little ways off, silent, and
wondering what the  hoopla was about, since he's oblivious
to his surroundings while he works...

The ancient one stares about him at all the reconstruction.
He says. "Ye were right,  it's not looked this pretty in
some time." then winces   again.

Grapple says, "What do you need done?"  Repairs, I assume?"

Optimus Prime turns to look at Silverbolt. "Silverbolt, I
want you to rendevous    with Ironhide at the CTA Station
south of the city, and help him find the   Decepticon doing
this. Radio me if you need assistance."

Groove acts as a crutch for the empty. "Take it easy,
Pointtip, we'll get you   some help. Then we'll see what we
can do about those 'Cons harrassing you."
Groove looks at Grapple. "Can you help me get him to the
bivouwac?"

Silverbolt gives a nod to Optimus. "Acknowledged," before
stepping away and transforming.
Silverbolt transforms into SST mode.

<Cut to CTA Station>

CTA Station

Silverbolt gets somewhat confused and decides to send off a
radio when he doesn't see the older warrior among the 
buildings below.

Ironhide says, "'eeeere, 'cawny, 'cawny, 'cawny... where
ahhhre yuh..."

+radio Ironhide=Ironhide, I was dispatched to offer
assistance. Where are you located?

RADIO: [Ironhide] Insahde th' CTA stat'n. Keep yer voice
dawn...

+radio ironhide=(softly) Will do.  Whereabouts in the
station?

Ironhide slinks among the shadows, looking for any type of
movement.
Nightshear continues to peer at Ironhide, his optics
pulsing...

RADIO: [Ironhide] Well, from whut ah'm reahd'n, it's 'bawt
.5 KM west o' yuh...
buildin' with uh big hole in th' roof. Cahn't miss it.

Silverbolt desends transforms as he lands outside of the
aforemetioned station,
wisking out his gun from subspace in a flash of blue as he
does.

+radio ironhide=Is the Decepticon known to be inside this
building?

RADIO: [Ironhide] B'liev'd tuh be.

Silverbolt isn't one known for his stealth. He isn't sure of
what to do at the  moment. If he rushes right in chances are
he may be accidently shot at by the  older warrior if he's
not too careful. He again opens his comlink.

Nightshear jumps from behind the debris and his make shift
shelter, sending  pieces of scrap skittering across the
ground. His optics burn intently, crimson  beacons in the
darkness. His left hand is clenched menacingly, his right
hand  holds an impressivley large Disruptor Sniper Rifle.
His stance is hostile, a
profile position to give less target area. He speaks in a
cool tone, strange to  hear after his ferocious actions,
"What, is it that you want Autobot? To be one  of my many
marks?"
I
ronhide sneers, whipping his weapon to match Nightshear,
"No. Ah wahnt yer
HEAHD fer whut yuh've been doin' tuh th' empties 'rawnd
'ere."

Nightshear growls, "Empties? What in Primus do you speak
of?" He sneers  defiantly.

Silverbolt blinks as he heads into the building...hearing
the rather noisey
clatter. He follows the sounds of voices up ahead.

Ironhide grunts, "Empties. One,m mebbe more, thaht liv'd in
'ere. Yuh know 'bawt thaht as wella s ah do, wah else would
yuh be  'ere?..."

Nightshear waves his left hand, as if throwing away
Ironhide's notion of him   hurting empties. "Empties are
insects. They are below my attention. They are  not worthy
prey, thus, they do not exist to me. They are not worth the
hunt to  kill."

Ironhide says, "No... but mebbe nawt tuh yer friends."

Nightshear spits out some fluid in disgust. "So, you thus
sterotype us all? How  honorable of the 'great' Autobot
caste."

Ironhide shrugs, "Don't mahke no diff'r'nce tuh me. Ah
cahn't thahnk o' any   oth'r reahs'n tuh be in 'ere, cahn
yuh?... oh 'eah, an' yuh ment'n'd th' emptie  as "prey".  Ah
ain't say'n ah'm greaht. Ah'm sahy'n ah'm faight'n uh wahr
tuh stawp D'cept'cawns."

Silverbolt stops as he catches sight of the Decepticon. He
darts behind a wall.
He sends out another radio.

+radio op=Decepticon identified as Nightshear. Do you want
us to attempt to   bring him in?

RADIO: [Optimus Prime] I'm on my way there now.

Optimus Prime comes rolling in, sans trailer, from the east.
still at a distance not  too much later...

Ironhide says, "Yuh know 'bawt those empties.  Yuh gawttuh,
since yuh r'fer'd tuh one o' 'em as 'prey'."

Silverbolt is standing behind the wall of the CTA station
watching the  confrontation, hoping the element of suprise
would be of some help.

Nightshears optics flare, debris still scattered about him.
"Do you not   understand? The empties are *below* me. THey
are not worth my attention, not  worthy of the hunt like
warriors. I pay them no heed."

Ironhide says, "So if'n it'd serve yer purpos's, yuh'd
chahse 'em awt, mebbe  attahck an' kill 'em if need be?"

Optimus Prime Drives into the CTA Station, and rises up into
robot mode,  remaining somewhere behind Ironhide.
Optimus Prime transforms into Robot mode.

Nightshear raises his left hand, grasping it into a tight
fist. "Your startling   low intellect annoys me. I haven't
touched an empty. I only hunt worthy   opponets, you
seemingly do not fit the bill."

Silverbolt chooses at this time to step out from behind the
wall, weapon drawn.  But he witholds firing.
Silverbolt then asks, "Then what are you doing here?"

Ironhide sneers, "Then wah th' frack would yuh be hid'n in
uh'n 'band'n'd CTA   stat'n?...

Nightshear quickly cocks his head picking up the another
lifeform. He peers at   Silverbolt as his optics pulse once
more. "Now there, there is someone who  needs to be taught a
lesson someday..."

Optimus Prime remains in the background, keeping his
position hidden from view  as best possible.

Silverbolt narrows his optics a bit at this. "Please answer
the question."

Nightshear grinds his metallic teeth, a sneer upon his face.
"I find it   disgusting you Autobots stereotype so easily,
the action of others upon me. The   empties are nothing to
me but sheep. They provide nothing to a skilled hunter as
I."

Ironhide grunts, "'eah, but yuh ain't answ'r'd th' quest'n.
Do yuh use th'   sheep fer target practice?..." and his
optics narrow, "An' as fer  stereotahpes... ah jus' hahve
tuh look at th' Trioden sect'ns, thaht's awl th'
'stereotahpe' ah need...

Nightshear keeps his sight locked on Silverbolt for
sometime, as if sizing up  someone he really doesn't like.

Silverbolt keeps his voice steady. "I haven't accused you of
anything. I simply  asked what you were doing here."

Nightshear waves his hand. "I hunt..you are the hunted. If
anyone was to be  shot, it would be you. I do not waste my
skills on pathetic rodents such as the  empties."

Ironhide then falls somewhere into the background.  Another
emergency  unexpectantly catches him unawares.  He's  forced
to leave the flyer  and the Aerial alone -- or is he?

Silverbolt shoots a glance at Ironhide as he unexpectantly
leaves without   warning, optics still narrowed.  If he's
suspicious or apprehensive at the  sudden departure he fails
to let it show.He focuses back to Nightshear, feeling  as if
he's being...studdied. "You wouldn't know of any incidents
involving any   empties being...mistreated here would you?"

Nightshear heaves a large sigh, "I do not care about the
empties. I know  nothing about their existance in this
pitiful shantie."
Nightshear lowers his head, "Although your existance, is
something I need to  rectify someday."

Silverbolt blinks. "Then can you tell me *why* Ironhide was
looking for you?"

Nightshear raises his head quickly once more. "Because he is
a Robochimp? I   have not an idea, besides the fact I was
here earlier today."

Silverbolt seems to push Nightshear's remark aside, choosing
to ignore the  implications for now. But they are currently
being shelved within the corners   of his mind. He presses.
"Doing what?"
Silverbolt than asks outright, "And what is your interest on
the Autobot Prowl?"

Optimus Prime's optics narrow slightly at this comment.

Nightshear optics contract, "Prowl and I have an
understanding. Can you not   realize this? We are born
warriors, and warriors are born to hunt...."

Silverbolt knows by the Autobot Commander's previous radio
that he was on his  way. But whether he has arrived or not
is unknown to Silverbolt. He simply hopes   to keep
Nightshear talking and perhaps gain some information. "No, I
don't  'realize' this," he states darkly. "*What* is the
understanding?"
Silverbolt flicks a wing in slight irritation.

Nightshear shakes his head. "You are beneath this knowledge.
You seemingly do  not realize the importance of honor."
Nightshear says, "You and many of your Autobot caste
seemingly are quite quick   in casting judgement upon me.
How sickening. The Autobots have grown weak   minded."

Silverbolt snorts in disdain. "What form of 'honor' are you
speaking of? You  apparently singled out Prowl for a reason.
I want to know why."

Nightshear says, "Enough. The name Prowl will not be spoken
once more, or I   *will* shoot you where you stand. But, if
that was the case, I'm sure a herd of   Autobots would come
to your aide, you are so weak to stand on your own."

Silverbolt doesn't bother to state that Nightshear just
managed to cast judgement   on him...or the fact Nightshear
appears to be...hypocritical in his optics.
Silverbolt blinks. "And you call *that* honor...threating an
individual for  simply speaking someone's *name*?"

Nightshear says, "I threaten you because you have infringed
upon Prowl's honor,  by not following a direct order. That
makes me sick, and thus your honor is  forfeit."

Silverbolt watches the The Decepticon intently. "I had a
higher order," he simply states.   He doesn't clarrify
whether or not he's referring to an order from a   superior
or the order to watch for his comrades.

Optimus Prime decides this would be a good time to make his
presence known.   "No, our strength is in the fact that we
do not stand on our own, Nightshear,   but that we stand by
our own, at all times, in all places. And that is why you
shall fail in whatever deranged quest it is you seek to
fulfill."

Nightshear looks at Optimus, not surprised, but quite
annoyed. "What are you,
herd animals? This is what I speak of."
Nightshear mock bows to Prime, "May I ask permission to
fight your deranged   comrade here to a duel then? I
certainly have a bone to pick with him,   infringing on
Prowl and my right to speak alone."

Silverbolt narrows his optics further as he briefly studies
the
Decepticon...finding his logic as well as his sense of
"honor" rather flawed.

Optimus Prime steps forward to the side of his comrade, and
folds his arms   across his chest. "No, we're Autobots. And
you're hunting days are over. You're   under arrest for the
assault on a civilian within his own home. You've been
fingered for it, and until we can determine different, I'm
afraid you'll need   to come with us." His optics narrow
darkly, and an edge drips into his voice.   "I'll give you
the choice of coming willingly, or coming by force."

Nightshear laughs, heartily. "You *must* be joking my dear
Prime. You know as   well as I that I did not harm those
civillians. THe depth of your imagination   knows no
bounds..."

Silverbolt frowns at this...already having an idea what the
Decepticon's answer is.

Nightshears hallow laughter echoes eerily.

Optimus Prime unfolds hims arms, rifle appearing in one
hand, and targeting   Nightshear. "I most certainly am not
joking, Nightshear. And until we can   determine one way or
another what is true, we'll need to keep you in custody."

Nightshear mock feigns concern, "And I am to trust an
Autobot after the  displays of infringement upon the rights
of others? By Primus, I think not."

Silverbolt maintains his weapon locked in the Decepticon,
simply waiting for  the order.

Optimus Prime tilts his head to the side, willing to play
the game for awhile.   "And which infringement is this?"

Nightshears nostrils flare, "The Capital City citizens don't
want your   protection, Silverbolt infringes on private
discussions against orders, and you   infringed upon a duel
between Prowl and I. Enough?"

Optimus Prime hmms quietly to himself. "Curious, since the
citizens have come  to understand the need for protection,
and welcome it. And Silverbolt was  acting upon /my/ orders,
so your conflict is with me."

Nightshear says, "Then do something right Prime, and admit
your fingering the  wrong Decepticon. You know it to be
true, are you strong enough to admit it?"

Silverbolt refrains from rolling his optics. (Where do thet
get these guys?)

Optimus Prime shrugs his shoulders. "I know no such thing.
While I have my   doubts, I can only go by the word of the
wounded civilian who now is being  repaired."

Silverbolt readjusts his stance somewhat maintaining his
silence for the most  part, interested in the Decepticons
answer.

Nightshear starts to eye his surroundings, looking for
ideas.

Silverbolt starts to show some impatience. "Well?"

Nightshear swings his rifle around, "You may have a point.
Can I be assured a  fair trial, one that if I am found
innocent of this charge I will be let free,  no strings
attached?"

Optimus Prime shrugs his shoulders. "Of course you will have
a fair trial."

Nightshear says, "Answer my question fully, Prime."

Optimus Prime says, "The law states that you will go free if
you are found   innocent, yes."

Nightshear says, "No strings attached? Not an exchange?"

Optimus Prime nods. "No strings attatched, no exchange."

Silverbolt stares into Nightshear's optics for a moment and
then looks away.

Nightshear cocks his head, weighing his options. "Sorry, I
believe you will   have to do the trial without me. Try me
as if I'm there, then I will answer   your charges from afar
if you wish. But for now, my discussion with you is
closed. Shoot me in the back if you will, but I doubt the
Autobots have the
stomach for such a cowardly act." He turns upon his heel,
and starts to walk  away from the Autobots, his back turned,
towards another exit.

Optimus Prime shrugs his shoulders, fires a shot so close to
Nightshear's   shoulder it singes the top of it. "The next
one won't miss, Nightshear. You're   coming to Iacon."

Nightshear stops cold. His voice is still surprisingly calm.
"Fine. Let us   settle it like true warriors. You and I
Prime, no one else. If you win you can   take me back to
Iacon. Silverbolt or no other person is allowed to
interfere."

Optimus Prime's optics twinkle a bit, something you don't
normally see from the   Autobot Commander. "Silverbolt,
radio Iacon and have them prepare the brig."

Silverbolt raises his gun a little. He blinks at Nightshear
and optics Prime   from the corner of his optics. He nods as
he activates his comlink.

Optimus Prime motions for Silverbolt to step backwards, and
lowers his rifle.  "You may have the /honor/ of taking the
first shot, Nightshear."

Silverbolt shuts off the comlink and does as told, tho it's
clear he doen't   like the fact Optimus is playing by
Nightshear's terms.
Silverbolt keeps his rifle raised. But, per orders, he
doesn't have the   intention of interferring.

Nightshear sneers, and just for a moment, his optics show
hesitation. He knows   this is the ultimate trophy, the
ultimae prey. The massive warrior before him   has taken
down numerous Decepticons over the years, the thought creeps
in his   mind...will he be next? NO!
Nightshear raises his rifle as he growls, his optics flare
brightly as crimson   beacons in the shadows. He trains the
massive weapon on Primes head, hoping to   get him offguard
immediatley. "I will not be denied my destiny Prime." He
pulls   back the trigger quickly, releasing a charged EMP
blast rocketing towards   Prime. It streaks across the large
cavern, illuminating the combatants eerily.   Its almost
pretty...almost.

Optimus Prime is stunned.
Optimus Prime moves to the side, attempting to dodge, but is
unable to, a bit   surprised by the speed of the attack.

Silverbolt flinches slightly, optics widening.

Nightshear gains confidence as he sees his blow strike true.
A small laser   turret pops up upon his shoulder, as it
clicks into place. It whirs around   until it can lock onto
its intended target, the Autobot commander. The turret
sends forth 4 tight beams of laser energy hurtiling towards
him. As he does so,   he starts to hover up from the ground,
seeking a tactical advantage.
Nightshear hit Optimus Prime with his laser attack.

Optimus Prime gets up, taking the hits in a certain stride,
and swings his   rifle around on the airborn Decepticon. He
doesn't bother to mince words as he   fires.
Optimus Prime hit Nightshear with his laser2 attack.

Nightshear flies backwards in the air from the sheer
intensity of the blast. It   scorches threw his useless
armor tearing into some vital systems. Nightshear
recovers, but is floating groggily in the air. He transforms
quickly to  maintain altitude.
Nightshear transforms into AH-66_Comanche mode.

Optimus Prime moves into action, sprinting to find cover,
and an object to   throw at the now transformed Decepticon

Nightshears lower chassis opens, as a large missile launcher
slides into place.   A hiss can be heard as it lets loose a
heat seeking missile upon Prime.

Silverbolt forces himself against the wall. One of his other
main concerns   about Prowl being targeted in a 'hunt' dealt
with the fact it was a flyer doing   the targeting.

Nightshear missed Optimus Prime with his missile attack.

Optimus Prime ducks behind several outcroppings of metal,
all of the exploding   as he runs. He rises from behind the
cover and flings a large chunk of busted   metal at
Nightshear.

Silverbolt gets thrown off balance a bit. He doges shrapnel
from the missle and
goes behind soem rubble as cover.

Optimus Prime hit Nightshear with his throw attack.

Silverbolt rises from his own sort of cover, watching the
combatants.

Nightshear careens as the chunk of metal hits the side of
his hull, sending him   off kilter. His laser turret appears
once more from the bottom of his chassis   this time,
searching to keep some distance between him and the Autobot,
who is   dealing quite a lot of damage. The laser shoots off
a few rounds of fire, not
with accuracy, but with extreme pregidist.
Nightshear hit Optimus Prime with his laser attack.

Optimus Prime again takes off from his position, trying to
duck behind various   different objects lying strewn across
the ground. As he makes his last move,   though, he leaves
himself exposed too long and is hit. His stride falters a
bit, but he regains his footing and makes a running leap to
try to grab ahold   of Nightshear.

Nightshear growls as the Autobot attaches himself to him.

Optimus Prime grabs ahold with both hands on the
Decepticon's... uh... whatever   they call the things they
land on. He swings his legs up and attempts to kick   hard
enough to damage the Decepticon's armor.
Optimus Prime missed Nightshear with his kick attack.

Nightshear swerves left and right, trying to dislodge the
Autobot, unable to do   so, he transforms. As he does so,
the commanders kick goes wide. Although   hating to get up
close and personal, especially with a great combatant,
sometimes things need to be done to get rid of them.
Nightshear transforms into Robot mode.

Silverbolt blinks from his position, forced to simoly be an
observer.

Nightshear starts to fall towards the ground, unable to hold
up this weight. He   summons his rifle once more, trying to
lose some excess baggage. He points the   barrel at Primes
chest, point blank as he grapples with him, trying to pull
the   trigger.

Optimus Prime's optics widen a bit as he tries to grab ahold
of the rifle
barrel and push it away

Nightshear fires off a burst, hoping to get a good shot.
Nightshear missed Optimus Prime with his disruptor attack.

Optimus Prime shoves the rifle barrel away with brute
strength at the last   moment, then both forms land with a
thud on the ground. Prime, with a speed   born of anger at
what has been done to those under him by this robot, is on
him   instantly, and brings his fist down in a wide arc.
Optimus Prime hit Nightshear with his punch attack.

Silverbolt's mouth drops open. he promplty shuts it as his
hands tighten into
fists.

Nightshears head snaps back from the blow, sparks are sent
skittering across   the floor as his necks rips open from
the sudden jar. Energon oozes from the   wound. Nightshear
is frantic, trying to get this beast off of himself. He
attempts a throw, his body not built for physical combat,
but his state of mind   and precarious situation lending him
help.
Nightshear hit Optimus Prime with his throw attack.

Optimus Prime is knocked backwards by Nightshear, mildly
surprised. Not wanting   to allow the Decepticon time to
recover and get airborn again, he transforms   and floors it
after the Decepticon
Optimus Prime transforms into Semi mode.
Optimus Prime hit Nightshear with his ram2 attack.

Nightshear is crumpled by the blow. Systems explode
everywhere about his person   from the massive weight. His
left arm is completely crushed, and his legs are   barely
fit to move. Somehow, something allows him to get up from
the blow. He  slowly rises, pride and hatred fueling his
only desire: to see Prime off to the  depths of the great
beyond.

Optimus Prime transforms again, rising into robot mode,
rifle in hand, and   walks towards the Decepticon slowly.
"Surrender, Nightshear. It's over."
Optimus Prime transforms into Robot mode.

Silverbolt turns his focus on the Decepticon.

Nightshears body seeps with enrgon, giving him an eerie glow
in the dark look.   He looks down at his body, still in
shock. He looks back up to face Optimus   Prime. The hunter
has indeed become the prey. He lazily raises his rifle,
struggiling to maintain his grip upon it. He spits out one
word, migled with   bile. 'Never.' He then lets loose
another shot upon Optimus Prime, as he falls  to one knee
under extreme duress.
Nightshear hit Optimus Prime with his disruptor attack.

Optimus Prime is stunned.
Optimus Prime is knocked backwards by the blast, having
thought the battle done.

Silverbolt blinkyblinks.

Nightshear staggers, attempting to get airborne once more,
to leave this mortal   coil that is the ground. He jumps
into the air, and he bareley maintains   flight. He gains
altitude, slowly, looking down at Prime. He considers
leaving...

Optimus Prime shakes his head, slowly throwing off the
effects of the disruptor.

Silverbolt maintains his silense.

Nightshear starts to then lose altitude once more, as he
starts to fall to the   ground. His only hope is to hit
Prime, softening the blow and possibly making   him feel
some sort of pain.
Nightshear hit Optimus Prime with his throw attack.

Grapple is seen from a long ways off, watching...

Optimus Prime's optics narrow as the Decepticon lands on
him, and he brings his   fast back angrily. "This ends."
Optimus Prime hit Nightshear with his punch attack.

Nightshear falls over, unconscious.
With an inaudible sigh Silverbolt watches for a few moments
more before   stepping out from 'the stands'. "Is it over?"

Optimus Prime throws Nightshear off of him, and rises
slowly. He stands over   the Decepticon for a long moment,
contempt clear in his eyes, before answering   with a
simple, "Yes."

Nightshear takes the full force of the blow in his head.
Sparks are sent flying   once more, as the con falls
lifelessly to the ground. Energon erupts from the   blow,
covering everything nearby. Nightshear lays fallen, a victim
of his own   game. His head is crushed, wires strewn about
him. His last thought is of  hate...hate for those darned
empties.

Silverbolt regards the Decepticon briefly...taking in the
damge he sustained.   But his concern is more for Optimus.
"Are you badly harmed?"

Grapple rumbles to life and pulls closer, "It is of no
matter, Grapple is here   to save the day!"

Optimus Prime turns away from Nightshear, to look at
Silverbolt. "I'll live.

Grapple, I want you to transport Nigthshear back to Iacon,
and repair him to   consciousness, modelock him, and lock
him up. I'll be right behind you."
Grapple sighs, and lowers his hook down, "Attach it to him,
and I shall do the
rest."

Optimus Prime attatches the hook to Nightshear's form
somewhere that it won't
break off of him.

Grapple hoists the con airborn, adjusting it so that he's
over Grapples truck   form proper, and lower it til it's
resting, but not released, he pulls a U-turn,   "Oh, and
Prime, I must speak with you on an urgent matter whence I
have   completed your orders."

Optimus Prime nods. "I'll be right behind you."
Optimus Prime transforms into Semi mode.

Silverbolt remains curiously silent for now...his thoughts
now reminded of   another prisoner. He simply waits until
the other two are out of the building   before also
transforming.

Optimus Prime rolls out behind Grapple.
Grapple rumbles off towards Iacon...

<Back at Iacon after the Autobots make their way to the
Brig...

Iacon -- Brig <Command Compound>

Optimus Prime stands aside to let Grapple deposit his cargo,
then stands at the  edge of the doorway, slightly to the
side.

Grapple opens subspace and pulls out the tools he required
from the repairbay...
Grapple kneels down and begins working on Nightshear.

Silverbolt enters the brig area, not far behind from the
other two.

Grapple says, "At what level do you wish him functioning,
Optimus?"

Optimus Prime says, "He needs only the ability to be
conscious. Repair the head   wounds. His own systems will
heal themselves slowly."

Grapple nods, "Understood..." He begins working to bring the
Con online...
Grapple peels back the smashed armor on the head, and
carefully reforms it as   best he can, while repairing what
damage was caused...
Grapple continues to work, slowly and carefully, no matter
who he works on, he
does his best work...
Grapple replaces wiring...
Grapple continues to work, fixing all the 'little' problems
that are keeping
the Con from awakening....

Silverbolt simply watches. He adjusts his stance as his
flickers a glance   towards a particular location, only to
have it stray once more. he then   refocuses his attention,
flicking a wing as he does.
Grapple successfully repairs Nightshear.

Nightshear regains consciousness.
Nightshears optics spark, as he jolts back to life. He spits
out some more   energon bile, looking about himself. He
grimaces.

Grapple stands up, and seems to take a small bit of joy,
"Seems you lost..."

Nightshear sneers, but gives no reply to the medic.

Optimus Prime steps forward as Nightshear regains
consciousness. He has taken a   modelock from security, and
affixes it on Nightshear, rendering weapons and   transform
useless. He then simply looks down upon the beaten form.

Grapple turns to Prime, "I wish to speak with you on an
urgent matter..."

Optimus Prime nods, motioning for the two of you to step
outside. "I'll be out
soon."

Grapple leaves the brig.

Nightshear lies still, his broken and battered form trying
to
recupparate.

Silverbolt nods. "Understood."

<And in the reports...>

Autobot ===================================
Nightshear                         
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Silverbolt and I have captured the Decepticon commander
Nightshear. He is currently in the brig, modelocked, 
and is to remain their undisturbed. I have
ordered the Dinobots to stand guard of the brig in addition
to normal security, and no one but myself is to go in and 
out of the brig. And under no uncertain
terms is he to be released by anyone but myself. I will be
attempting to recover Windcharger in exchange for him. The
Dinobots have been instructed on
this, as have the regular security guards. -Prime

Oh, and by the way...

Just in case you were unable to determine this from my
previous post, rumors of my demise and disappearance 
were greatly exaggerated. This should teach you not
to believe everything you hear. -Prime
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