NPC: Nevermore - Tumblr Posts

It's as rare as surviving an encounter with a black hole because you made a deal with deity living inside of it. (Which is another story.) Tormentor never has reason to be scared, he's openly nervous about things on occasion but genuinely terrified? Lieutenant hasn't witnessed it until now. The tension tight through his frame, his leg shaking in his seat causing small tremors through the floor which clashed with Lieu's senses. There was just enough composure about the Commander to keep from telegraphing it too obviously to the more important mech on the screen in front of them. Nevermore.

This wasn't someone Lieutenant was really aware of though he had seen his file. Leader of a Decepticon space station, The Lament, that's out in the Consulate somewhere. Not much is known about that place, just that it helps in fueling and housing the World Sweepers.

"You've been avoiding us." The mech on the other end disappointedly states. He's horned over his helm, cold blue optics (a rarity amoung Decepticons), and wings that have layers that fell down his back to add to his dramatic, imposing look. "So, where are my reports? Do I have to keep sending someone to fetch them for me?"

Tormentor opened his mouth but Nevermore cut him off with a snap, "I refuse to hear your excuses! You have lost nearly the entire crew we gave you, and added more to it, including that one." Lieutenant's wings flicked with an offended vent puff.

"Any additions are to come to me first for approval," Nevermore continued sharply, "any deaths are to come back to me in detail, any progress, evolutions, devolutions, malfunctions, are to come straight to me. I should not have to continue sending the Subjects out the pull this information out of you."

Lieutenant blinked. Is that why they keep getting infiltrated and attacked by small groups of Decepticons? Ghoul was the most recent attack -a mech who can float and shift his density walk through anything- with a few others which was brutal. They've had to update their security again because of it, not that there's much they can do against a mech like that. He wonders, are both sides of this being tested for their outlier abilities? But why would a mech in charge of the World Sweepers care?

Nevermore had a glint in his optic and his demeanor changed with an eerie grin to Tormentor, "What about a family reunion to motivate you? Will you return if we let you see him again? He misses you, you know."

"Return?" Tormentor repeats, hoping he heard that wrong, "But we're more useful out in the field!"

"AND NO REPORTS TO SHOW FOR IT!" Nevermore roars back, "I have given you more chances than you deserve. I want you and your stowaway Second-in-command back at the Consulate in the next couple of months. Fail that, and I will have them drag everyone back in pieces.

"Turn your ship around. NOW."

The call hangs up and Tormentor removes his visor to rub his face.

"Colossal," he says forlornly, "Head to the Lament. We're going back."