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Cirrus Storm cursed angrily, slapping the small communicator on her wrist.

Yeah, yeah. She knew it was pointless, attempting to call for help in this place. The Quintessons had built a rather sturdy fortress. Still, she had to try. No service, nothing. She had moved throughout the small dungeon cell, attempting to appear nonchalant. Not that it mattered. They probably knew about her hidden communicator but let her keep it; it wasn't going to work. They were sadistic little bastards.

Finally, sighing, Cirrus closed the plating along her wrist, locking armor back into place. She turned to glare bright, purple optics out the cell door. It sounded as if someone was coming. She quickly moved off to the side, using the shadows to her advantage. She probably couldn't take on one of the Quintessons with her weapons gone, but... If there was even a sliver of space, she would take it.

Which, in the end, Cirrus Storm realized would be completely futile.

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Especially futile as the hulking Quintesson guards only opened the cell long enough to toss their second "condemned" inside. Had the other cybertronian not been in the way, it was perfectly possible Cirrus would've been able to attack the guard.

Alas, that wasn't to be, however.

Antinoise hit the floor with a loud clang, but there was no noise even though she did let out a soft grunt. Even with immediately getting to her feet, it ended up being futile as she was left staring at a once-again locked cell. She had no idea why she'd been relocated, since this one didn't seem any different from---

No, wait. The faint pulse of an EM field revealed she wasn't the only one in this cell.

Turning around, Antinoise squinted slightly, on edge but waiting for her... ah, cell-mate, to reveal themselves fully, even if she could switch to a different spectrum to get a better view.

"Hello?" She wasn't going to wait for whoever it was to come out of the shadows to reach out, however, even if said "reaching out" consisted of a few glyphs flashed from a holo-emitter at her shoulder, instead of actually being said.

Maybe she should go through the effort of speaking, but this took less effort and was more practical.

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Cirrus studied and watched the Cybertronian for a few moments. Assesing her. She took note of the glyphs, but did not respond. Not for another minute or two.

"Who are you?"

Her optics cut through the darkness first, a stern, but apprehensive glower, before the rest of her sleek, white frame moved into the dim light. Cirrus frowned at the Cybertronian, fists at her sides. Ready to attack, if need be; she was shit at hand to hand combat, but she wasn't going to go down without a fight. For all she knew, this stranger could be an Autobot, and with the purple insignia of the Decepticon faction quite apparent on her chest, it might as well be an open invitation for a fight.

"And why are you here?"

Cirrus honestly hoped this stranger wouldn't initiate a fight, but she kept up a defensive, brave face, her EM field tense and guarded.

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Decepticon. Figured. Antinoise considered the femme's stance, tried to read out how possible it was that she'd attack, but the snappy demands told her nothing of how likely it was she would do so.

With a noiseless sigh and a shift backwards and to the side to end up closer to the wall opposite of where the Seeker femme was, Antinoise frowned.

"Antinoise." The single, monotone word was loud in the curious silence - since Antinoise had to redirect her noise cancelling towards her own frame, muting even such inoffensive things as the faint shift of metal with faint movement.

"And probably for the same reason you are. Unless Decepticons work together with Quintessons now." She tilted her helm as she now let the glyph do the speaking for her.

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Cirrus Storm snorted. "Hardly," she said. However, she did believe this Autobot. The Quintessons were an enemy to all Cybertronian life. She frowned, and debated a moment or two.

"Did they say anything to you? Do anything to you?" Cirrus asked, curious but stern. She heard of the experiments the tentacled bastards were so fond of. "Or did they just deem you as 'not guilty' and throw you in here until they could think of what to do with you?"

Well, look on the bright side: at least she wasn't being eaten by a sharkticon. ... Well, maybe that was the better alternative. Because whatever the tentacled bastards had planned, it probably wasn't very good. And probably incredibly painful.

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She just shook her helm first and then there was a twitch like a snort, even if the snort itself went unheard.

"Sham trial, 'not guilty'. Suppose that happened to you too?" Another noiseless huff as Antinoise folded her arms over her chestplates and eyed the Decepticon. Could she trust her enough so they both could get out of here..? "Need to get out of here before they decide the punishment though, since 'not guilty' means scrap."

And they both knew it.