The Chancellor was lifted up by the chains wrapped around his wrists, showing his face. His lip bursted and bled, his left cheek burned, and his right eye was bloodshot. Several wounds littered his face, most large enough to be needed to be stitched up by medical personnel. Wearing nothing but tattered pants, his bare ribs showed, showing evidence of the Hexagon's flash denutrientation device. A former husk of his former self, the Chancellor stared at the Seer with lifeless eyes, not even a peep sounded from his throat.
"Enjoying your time here, Cordova?" the Seer smiled, bending down to Cordova's height. He chuckled, before standing straight once again, snapping his fingers as he did so. "I would like you to meet 00425-048."
Behind the Seer, the doors opened, revealing an exact clone of Cordova, escorted by four Cerberus guards. The first Cordova's eyes widened, his mouth opening wide. The second Cordova knelt down to his height, and stared at the first Cordova's face. "I am ashamed at myself for going down this route. I pity my own foolishness," the second spoke, before standing up again. With the Seer and the guards leaving the torture room, the Second spat at Cordova, and cleared his throat. "May this be a lesson for you." Turning around to leave the room, the Second placed his hand on a panel, his thumb directly on top of a switch. The First's head went limp, knowing that there was nothing he could do. After the flick of a switch, the Second left the room, leaving the door slightly open, filling the hallways with the screams of a former Chancellor.
Above Verdensk
"Airspace my ass! We're trying to save all of you from the impending doom, and I will not have our operations be disturbed by some hotshot Terran military!" the pilot shouted. "I was ordered to keep watch over you, and so help me, if I see even one soldier cross the Hexagon Perimeter, I will personally drop a Void Charge over your capital!"
The Canopy then disabled all its weapons, and the pilot sighed. "Look, I can't desert my post. However, I can contact our dreadnought, and tell them to send an ambassador to your capital."
Without waiting for answer, the pilot immediately pressed a button, jumping to the Hexagon Frequency. "Pilot to Catalyst, request ambassador, over."
Looking to his left, the pilot looked at the landed pods as agents poured out from them. Seconds later, a beam of light shot out from the center, and the second wave began, accompanied by a second deployment of larger, more bulky pods, one hundred meters away from the agents' drop point.
Looking down, the pilot watched as the faraway pods opened, and the flash fabricators began to operate. One by one, numerous models of the Auxiliary Robotic Military emerged from the inside, armed with SL-12 Silencers, X4-05b Gammas, FOD-04b Apertures, and SR1-12 Micromissile Launchers.
The pilot paused, staring at the sight happening before his very eyes.
Deathbringer, Gate 7A
"Make an opening for the Trojan Horse! We're using training ammunition, but those equipped with live ammunition are to fire at the Decepticons!" A High Seer commanded. "Megatron thinks that he can push us around? Corrupt our very souls? Defect our perfect units into joining his cause?! We will not give him mercy, we will not give him solitude after this! Today, Megatron and his petty following falls!" Hearing the gates open, the High Seer turned around, a smile slowly forming on his face. "Prepare the Trojan! The Dreamwalkers shall show them no mercy! Death to the Cybertronian Domain!"
The Second nodded, holding a P1-028 Spectre, loaded with live ammunition. Behind him are eight Fanatics, ten Knight Trojans, twenty Dominions, five Cardinals, and twelve Dreamwalkers.
The door to the gate soon opened, and the faux firefight began.
"Come on men! To the ship!" the Second yelled, firing at round at a Dominion, missing by an inch away from his helmet.
While the Second's guards "fought" their way into the ship, the twelve Dreamwalkers, accompanied by eighteen extra Dreamwalkers, bringing nine Martyrs, went in the ship. The eighteen and the nine Martyrs hid in various spots inside the battleship, while the twelve went inside the ship's hangar, waiting for the Second's guards.
"Come on, Cordova!" One Dreamwalker yelled at the Second, flinching as a stray live bullet hit the wall near him. "Damn it!"