| rdfs:comment | - Chimera had been exceptionally feisty this cycle, snarling at anyone who dared enter her cell, or even look in. Luckily for her the length of her chains had been increased, giving her limited walking space, though the restraint material had been increased to ensure she wouldn't chew through them. The femme was currently in her beast mode, all four limbs shackled as she sits loomingly in one of the dark corners of the room, a half empty energon cube nestled protectively between her large paws while several other empty ones lay scattered about.
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| abstract | - Chimera had been exceptionally feisty this cycle, snarling at anyone who dared enter her cell, or even look in. Luckily for her the length of her chains had been increased, giving her limited walking space, though the restraint material had been increased to ensure she wouldn't chew through them. The femme was currently in her beast mode, all four limbs shackled as she sits loomingly in one of the dark corners of the room, a half empty energon cube nestled protectively between her large paws while several other empty ones lay scattered about. Slipstream had to get away from the crowds awhile. So coming here on the way to the pits would be a normal walk for her. She wouldn't stop in the prison itself except that snarling. Well that just garners her attention. She nods to the guards on duty, "Good cycle. Missed a interesting surprise in the Grease Pits." she notes to them both. The two mechs look annoyed, "Sure, rub it in." one grumps. Skystalker mutters as he walks into the prison area from the ventilation fans, "This is an all time low, delivery service for a warrior of my caliber. They'll be sorry. One day when I rule the empire." he gruffs as he gives the guards a dirty look. The intern can't say or do anything because of his high rank. He moves towards the cell and peers into it, "What the slag are you?" he takes out his heavy rifle and loads some particularly large energon bolts into it, "What a waste of resources. Back in Dravemn-5.. we'd simply eviscerate our enemies.. no need for prisoners." he pulls out a fresh energon cube from a compartment in his chest, "Hey.. you in there, I bet you don't even need this ew one since you still have a little energon in there, huh?" he tosses the cube in his hand and smiles. Then he tosses the energon cube into the cell and watches as it rolls towards Chimera. The familiar voice of Slipstream catches Chimera's attention, though not enough to lift her head from her meal. However, Skystalker's direct addressing makes the shadowed femme's jade optics peer up as a cube is tossed into the cell. The drive to feed forces Chimera from the darkness, her large yet sleek form bounding from the cell corner to quickly pounce upon the cube. Silicon lips curl back menacingly at Skystalker as she stands over the food, a vicious snarl pouring over those sharp teeth. Slipstream glances up at the mech that just came over and totally ignored her. She frowns a bit. "Good cycle, sir." she offers in a neutral tone, doing her best not to allow her annoyance get the better of her. Wings flex a bit and wonders how Chimera is going to handle the crass mech. this over the link with the grounder. She decides to give herself a bit of distance from Skystalker while the guards move off to the side to allow the higher ranked mech his moment of chat with the prisoner. Slipstream cocks her head a bit at that question, she replies simply. She certainly wouldn't put that past Goa.
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