0ttonomous
Self-Proclaimed Seeker of Truth
Pyke - Cell 22
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@Kaykay @Ottonomous Ghost @Crimson Spartan @York @Siege @dark @Crow @will30358 @Gummi Bunnies @nearby
The old seaman reminded Megatron of his biggest bruiser during the days of the war - the ever-loyal Lugnut, except less stupid, but both were the type to prefer a beatdown to a proper strategy.
"She is correct. Your tenacity is indeed a valuable asset that many causes wish to have within their ranks, Pyke, but like all other traits in a team, one needs to know when, where and how to utilise them. Otherwise, it could lead to our collective dooms."
Megatron, clinging onto the bars, attempts to peer his head out.
"They're prepared for us because they know us. However, we do not know them... yet. We are going to use our heads to figure their weaknesses and how they came to contain us. Then we hit them hard with every counter we can conjure."
Pyke stopped for a moment to respond, "Whatever you say, tin-man." He then went back to work.
After a series of who knows how many hits on the cell bars, he relented, perhaps for good this time. He was breathing heavily now, and he actually felt his body in mild pain and soreness. He didn't care, though, and disregarded Megatron's advice along with everyone who agreed with him. All he could think of was tearing out the guts of whichever captain he could find. "These bars must be blessed by the Bearded Lady or somethin'. No cell can keep me caged for this long," he said, almost in a defeated voice. "Damn it!" he suddenly exclaimed in frustration.
The visions were coming back, and so were the headaches.
You're not done.
Almost as if there were a parasite manipulating his mind, images of his death plagued his consciousness. He fell to one knee and held his head with both hands.
You're not done.
All he could see were the smiling, uncaring faces of his crew-mates and especially the captain as they cut his lifeline and left him to die.
You're not done.
He was just a tool to them: expendable.
You're not done.
He was the one who risked his life harvesting live sea monsters, and what respect did they give him? None.
You're not done.
They just saw him as a moneymaker. Meanwhile, the captain drank rum and got fat.
You're not done.
There were too many on that ship. There's no way he'd let them all survive. Now wasn't the time to give up. No matter how much steel stood in his way, he would not give in. A look of total madness appeared on his face as he continued to crash against the bars, continuing to add obnoxious sounds to the complex.
After a series of who knows how many hits on the cell bars, he relented, perhaps for good this time. He was breathing heavily now, and he actually felt his body in mild pain and soreness. He didn't care, though, and disregarded Megatron's advice along with everyone who agreed with him. All he could think of was tearing out the guts of whichever captain he could find. "These bars must be blessed by the Bearded Lady or somethin'. No cell can keep me caged for this long," he said, almost in a defeated voice. "Damn it!" he suddenly exclaimed in frustration.
The visions were coming back, and so were the headaches.
You're not done.
Almost as if there were a parasite manipulating his mind, images of his death plagued his consciousness. He fell to one knee and held his head with both hands.
You're not done.
All he could see were the smiling, uncaring faces of his crew-mates and especially the captain as they cut his lifeline and left him to die.
You're not done.
He was just a tool to them: expendable.
You're not done.
He was the one who risked his life harvesting live sea monsters, and what respect did they give him? None.
You're not done.
They just saw him as a moneymaker. Meanwhile, the captain drank rum and got fat.
You're not done.
There were too many on that ship. There's no way he'd let them all survive. Now wasn't the time to give up. No matter how much steel stood in his way, he would not give in. A look of total madness appeared on his face as he continued to crash against the bars, continuing to add obnoxious sounds to the complex.
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