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The alert of a high energy warning set up and multiple bodies carelessly marked as seven in total unregistered spark signatures in such a small area was bound to be trouble...or at least investigated.
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In the middle of a forest a dark mech was on his knees with a blade at his throat with a small crew of autobots around him. The duo colored optics glaring off hatefully as he heard the shortest begin to grovel. "As soon as Lord Prime hears of this you and your crew won't have anyth'n enough left behind to be used as spare parts!"
"Anything left behind you idiot.." another corrected,
"Right that's what I meant. I mean we captured Kup. He's in cuffs, tired ol' bastard can't do anything cept beg... go on you coot. Beg!" A dagger was forced piercings mechs throat with enough force to barely cut into the metal.
The anger in Kups optics finally boiled over into his field, one quick lean back and forward: Kups helm crashed into the others causing the short meet to stumble back and hit the ground then leaned back on his peds.