470/Disappearing Act

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Disappearing Act
Date of Scene: 29 December 2017
Location: Iacon - Central
Synopsis: Hot Rod is misbehaving even MORE than usual. Then he disappears in a puff of smoke.
Cast of Characters: Prowl, Swivel, Hot Rod


Swivel has posed:
    The frustration and dead ends were continuing to pile up, and Swivel was beginning to feel herself torn in too many directions trying to deal with too many problems and or mysteries. She needed a break. But not too long of one. So instead of retreating to Rodion or Nyon, her usual stress response, Swivel had to settle for a stroll through the streets of Iacon. She just did not want to be in the Decagon at the moment, or staring at a console or mounds of datapads either.

Hot Rod has posed:
Her train of thought would be rudely interrupted by the sound of revving engines and tires squealing on pavement.

"Hey!!" an all too familiar voice shouts at her. "Hey Swivel! Dammit, I've been looking for you!" A few breems later, the red and yellow flameo has pulled out in front of her, blocking her path.

Swivel has posed:
Interrupted indeed. Swivel knows those engines and they draw her out of her cycling thoughts - a seemingly insurmountable mountain of problems burying her. "Rod!" Swivel squeaks. Yes. Squeaks. It's hard to tell if it is a sound of thrill or anger due to its shrillness. She comes to a stop before he blocks her path, seeming to anticipate he would present himself as some obstacle or other. It seems to be his way as of late. SHe's about to ask where he's been, but realises the reundancy of such a question since he already asked her. He'd been looking to her. Which surprises her a little. "Oh. Well... I was in Nyon fer a bit..." she says slowly and deliberately.

Hot Rod has posed:
"Look.. are you okay? Hyperdrive was going on and on about how you going to that other place really screws with your cerebral circuitry, and I just wanted to check in. Plus.. " He trails off. "Hyperdrive shot you. Did you guys ... talk about that? He was also saying something about how that other place drains you or whatever. I think he might have been insinuating that it was intelligent? Anyway..."

Swivel has posed:
    Oh. Yay. Talking about the rift. Swivel glances around side to side as Hot Rod peppers her with questions. "I'm... uh..." Saying she was okay would be a flat out lie. And she's not going to insult Hot Rod with such an obvious one. "It screws with everyone's 'eads, jus' in different ways. You sayin' you 'ave not been effected?" Swivel asks somewhat surprised. As for talking about being shot by Hyperdrive, she leaves that well alone.

Hot Rod has posed:
"Of course I haven't been affected," he replies quickly, "I'm.. I'm just fine." Well, even if he wasn't alright, Swivel knows Hot Rod. He wouldn't admit if he was being affected in some way. He pauses. "You didn't answer my question about Hyperdrive," he says.

Swivel has posed:
    "Of course you are," Swivel says with skepticism plaguing her tone. And of course, he'd handwave his own peril in order to needle her about her own affairs. It's open season on Swivels. Swivel shrugs her shoulders, glancing around the street. "Look, I really dun loik discussin' this sorter thin' in public places." Even though there's barely any traffic, foot or street, presently. Which is why Swivel then adds, despite her prior protest, "Yeah, we've talked plenty. We do a lotter talkin'. It's a nice change."

Hot Rod has posed:
"Okay.. well. That's good." There's a long pause. "You.. take care of yourself, alright? Don't leave Iacon and stay out of trouble. I'm.. I'm jumping off the grid for a bit, so ... don't go looking for me. If you don't want to talk about this.. fine, I respect that." There's another pause as he looks around and realizes that there isn't anyone in the vicinity. "Just make sure you take the time you need to recover and.. stuff." Oh great, where was he planning to go now?

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel arches an optic ridge, and then begins laughing. It's hard to tell exactly what is causing her to laugh, for Hot Rod certainly did not make any jokes. However, before he has time to ask she says "Stay in Iacon? Primus, 'Ot Rod. Dun seem long ago ya were tryna keep me OUT of Iacon." Swivel immediately sobers up after saying this, her optics narrowing. "I'm gunna ask, and yer gunna not tell me, but I'll ask anyway. Wot are you up to? Why are ya 'eadin' off the grid?"

Hot Rod has posed:
He chuckles. "Yeah.. back before all of this Autobot nonsense." Then he scoffs. "Yeah, what can I say, you know me too well. I'm leaving tonight. So.. yeah. Just do what I asked. That's all. Anyway. You knew I was going to say that."

Prowl has posed:
    "You're not going anywhere." An all-too-familiar voice is heard behind Hot Rod. Yep, it's Prowl, standing there with the usual stoic expression plastered on his face, his arms folded across his chassis. It hardens a bit as he glares at Hot Rod. "You do realize that you nearly got the entire team killed." he states. "You think that just because you got -lucky- a few times, that the rules don't apply to you? Do you -want- to get your friends killed?" His gaze moves toward Swivel momentarily. "Are you really just so obsessed with getting what you want that you just don't care about the lives of your teammates?"

Swivel has posed:
    Ah. Figures. But Swivel finds herself compelled to go through the motions anyway. Swivel was about to ask one more futile question when she got a prickly feeling she ought to go quiet. Her gaze shifts just behind Hot Rod and her optics widen a little before her posture straightens and she goes rigid. Salute? Salute. What else is Swivel supposed to do, though she makes a small strangled, stifled noise as Prowl begins laying into Hot Rod. Awkward, because she is present. But... she may, just perhaps, be a little relieved someone is calling Hot Rod on things. Someone other than her.

Hot Rod has posed:
Amazingly, Hot Rod stops, and protoforms, arms folded and brow ridges furrowed. This might actually be the first time Swivel may have seen Hot Rod listen to Prowl. "Well, well, well, look who gave a damn enough to come out of his prison cell of an office and come looking for me," the former rebel says derisively. "I'm /flattered/."

"I wasn't the stowaway who ended up shooting at Swivel," Hot Rod points out, deflecting the blame. "Besides, no one's coming with me this time. So the only person nearly getting killed this time is someone you consider yourself better off without." His gaze fixates on Swivel for a moment as if to say, 'Don't even think about coming with me or after me. This is non-negotiable.'

Prowl has posed:
    "Hypderdrive is more than willing to take the punishment he deserves, and don't you worry, he -will- be punished. And don't you claim to know what I think is expendable or not. You -don't- know me, so stop pretending you do." Prowl retorts. "You're just as important as anyone else. Now, you will be manually copying every section of the code that pertains to subordination to orders given by a superior officer fifty times. You will -not- be going anywhere until you've finished the task. Is that -clear-?"

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel catches that LOOK from Hot Rod about not following him. Who does he think she is? Hyperdrive? Swivel is otherwise staying very still and very silent. Almost statuesque.

Hot Rod has posed:
"Oh shut the hell up!" Hot Rod retorts, "will you stop pretending like you give a damn? Expendable, important, my /aft/. At best, you think I'm a tool who can be manipulated into satisfying whatever version of justice you adhere to, and at worst, cannon fodder. I've got news for you, buddy. I can claim to know what you think because I /know/ what you think. You think I'm an arrogant bastard who belongs in the brig ninety percent of the time. You don't care. So you can quit with your facade because I'm going to prove to you, and Swivel, and everyone else in this damn base that you don't. I sure as slag am not copying any code, or even going to lay optics on another written protocol that talks about subordination. I'm leaving tonight so help me Primus and there's /nothing/ you can do about it, unless you want to physically drag me back to base, piece by fragging piece." He turns on his heel, optics flashing, fists clenched.

Prowl has posed:
    "You said it yourself, if I didn't care, I wouldn't be here, would I?" Prowl points out, his tone still even. It's true, isn't it? "And you know I'm right. If not, you wouldn't be as angry as you are. You also wouldn't be so upset if you -didn't- actually care about your friends. Like Swivel, here. You -know- you endangered them unnecessarily." He nods toward the fembot. Then he sighs. "Fine, if that's how you'd prefer it." He doesn't make any moves himself though, instead he motions toward the young fembot. "Swivel, stun him. Make sure he doesn't leave the city. Cuff him if you have to." Then he transforms and returns to the Decagon.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel is pretty sure she really doesn't belong in this conversation, but nonetheless, she is being brought into it. Well. Sort of. Sneaking away, however, would have just caused trouble. Although the moment Prowl orders her to apprehend Hot Rod she wish she had. Swivel just jerks her head to peer at Prowl, optics wide, and is momentarily stunned. Though it's Hot Rod he wants stunned, not her. Swivel quickly looks at Hot Rod. "....Yes sir..." she manages to say sullenly before a whip appears in her hand. Defying Prowl at this junction would jeopardize her present internal investigation. It's just unfortunate Hot Rod will have to be a casualty.
    Swivel steps forward, lashing the whip out at Hot Rod's legs. Gee. If only he hadn't protoformed so he could cross his arms and look all impressive and defiant.

Hot Rod has posed:
"That's just what you want everyone to think!" Hot Rod growls. And then suddenly, the former Nyonian rebel gets this odd look on his face. His optics glaze over and Swivel may realize that he doesn't really seem himself at the moment. He doesn't even notice that she's about to stun him. His photon cannons emerge, and he aims at Prowl as he's driving away. However, Swivel attacks him just as he's about the shoot the sub-commander.

Prowl has posed:
    Prowl quickly disappears into the flow of traffic on the Interstate Expressway before Hot Rod can get a shot off, thanks to Swivel's swift action.

Swivel has posed:
As Swivel was mid action, she sees Hot Rod turn his weapons on Prowl. Her optics widen and then her whip snags Hot Rod, stopping the attack she is more relieved than she thought she was. At first she was hoping to see him get away, but the subtle change in Hot ROd's demeanor before he pulled the weapon sent shivers up and down her struts. Swivel gives a tug on her whip to try and yank Hot Rod off of his feet while the effects of the stuns were lasting. She's also getting out the cuffs ready to try and subdue and bind Hot Rod, as per Prowl's orders. Fragger.

Hot Rod has posed:
When Swivel tugs on the whip, Hot Rod stumbles and his miter saw switches out as he suddenly steps forward to stabilize himself. He's now crouching in a runner's starting stance, his miter saw stuck in the ground. Well, that's odd. He definitely doesn't need the saw to maintain his balance...

Swivel has posed:
    This is getting too weird. At first, Swivel wanted to fail and for Hot Rod to get away. Suddenly, recognising this could be an effect of the psychosonorum, Swivel is eager to see him contained. What was going to be a stumble and turn a blind optic turns into a more determined pursuit. Eyeing the saw warily, cuffs still held firmly, she quickens her advance to try and grab Hot Rod by one of his arms before he sets off in a sprint. Or transforms. "I'm sorry about this...."

Hot Rod has posed:
Swivel manages to grab one of his arms, but it looks like Hot Rod completely lied about being fine, it seems like he isn't himself at all today. His free arm, the one with the miter saw, swipes down hard at Swivel, aiming to slice her across the chest.

Swivel has posed:
    This is wrong. Swivel hates doing this. But Swivel feels the other options are worse. "I'm jus gunn - WOAH!" The saw comes at Swivel and she is taken aback. Might shove, stun, detain, or even outrun her, but not try to do any serious damage. It must be the psychosonorum. It's screwing everyone up. Swivel lets go of Hot Rod's arm in order to jump back. Since he is aiming at his chest, well, she'll aim it right back at him with a bright flash. <<Sir I might need back up - 'Ot Rod just tried ta saw me in 'alf.>> Okay. She's prone to a little hyperbole there, but it gets the point across. She's not his equal.

Hot Rod has posed:
Hot Rod grunts, and jerks his arm away from Swivel just before he transforms. However, he doesn't escape the blindingly bright flash aimed at him. This doesn't stop him from trying to run her over anyway -- he drives towards her at full force, with no sign of slowing down.

Swivel has posed:
"'Ot Rod! Please! COme to yer senses!" Swivel pleads, uncertain if she'll even reach him. Is this what it was like for Hyperdrive facing off against her when she wasn't herself? Is... Swivel doesn't have much time to think or feel before she must react. Swivel quickly dives out of the way, narrowly missing the blinded mad mech's attempt to run her down. But it does prevent her from further thwarting his attempts to get away. "Rod.... no...."

Hot Rod has posed:
Except Hot Rod doesn't appear to be pulling his punches at all. From the way he's acting, it would appear his intent is to beat her into flattened slag. He isn't talking either -- he ignores her pleas and does a 180, his alt mode rifles emerging and peppering Swivel with a barrage of lasers as he drives towards her again.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel had expected that Hot Rod was just being vicious in order to get away. So when he turns around just to start blasting lasers at her, she is not only shocked, but horrified. Swivel doesn't have time to get to her feet right away, and she rolls over once just to avoid the initial barrage, then seemlessly gets up into a kneeling position, almost ready to jump to her feet. However, with Hot Rod coming at her, she whips out her standard issue blaster and returns fire. She's less concerned with hitting him that trying to deter him, and adopts a more defensive stance.

Hot Rod has posed:
Her shots leave smoking dents in his armor and cause him to swerve a little, but he doesn't waver. He keeps on driving towards her, engines revving, picking up speed. Is he trying to kill her?? It would certainly seem like it.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel doesn't have time to look around, but if she recalls, there is a wall without any windows behind her. Seeing Hot Rod coming at her she sets her face in grim determination. Instead of springing up to her feet, that peculiar sound of T-cog activation can be heard as she unfolds into her own alt mode, seeming to meet Hot Rod head on. She rolls back close to the wall rather than trying to peal out of the way. And as he rams towards her, she lifts her fore wheels just enough that instead of CRUNCHING her, her tires just roll effortlessly onto his hood, pocking the metal with the tiny studs on her tires. Gaining traction she fires up her engines in a buzzy sort of squeal and drives off, in essence, running him over instead. Except being light it's not likely to do much damage. It's the wall he's driving straight at which will be the kicker if he doesn't brake fast enough or turn.

Hot Rod has posed:
Well, there's no telling really how much damage she did, except that there's a horrible crunching sound when she rolls onto his hood. Unfortunately, with Hot Rod not really being himself at the moment, he doesn't brake, or turn, instead, he guns his engines and drives straight into the wall, of course, at great cost to himself. The wall buckles, but Hot Rod's headlights get smashed in, his hood folds, and his fender gets ripped off. Swivel will have to jump aside quickly in order to avoid getting crushed by the debris going flying due to Hot Rod punching a hole in the wall. And by the time Swivel regains her composure, the young Nyonian is gone and in the place where he was a moment ago is a cloud of dust.

Swivel has posed:
Swivel accelerates in order to get away from the worst of the debris, only slowing down to make a broad turn to survey the scene. Not about to dare take him on in her more fragile root mode, Swivel begins to slowly approach the cloud of dust, Hot Rod is somehow not there. She thought for sure a crash like that would incapacitate him. Sighing, she calls it in. <<'Ot Rod escaped.>> Thanks for the back up, by the way. THANKS PROWL. THanks for sending a new recruit after a crazy rebel. And making her fight her friends. And being overall unpleasant.