Hotwire was an enigma to Taggon at times, the way she thought, and who she did things. While he had defeated her in combat before, he had failed to do what he so often tried to do before engaging in a battle: understanding his targets. The most he could make of Hotwire was that she was a bounty hunter that did what she wanted. Logic and reason were things that visited her when she let them, or so it seemed. Now she was switching voices, as if it were an everyday thing. Taggon had seen Chaff do it before, changing his voice and personality on a whim. Stalker's response to the femme was simply leaving. Though Taggon knew Stalaken's reasons, he also knew he had objectives of his own, and he hadn't the time to fight or solve puzzles right now. Or receive migraines for that matter. 

Turning down the offer of this femme was something that Taggon felt he could afford. He had no reason to trust her at all, and he did not need her to decimate his situation anymore than it already was.
"The offer is kind Hotwire--or Breech, but I am currently handling a matter that is nothing to be taken lightly." Taggon stated neutrally, "Not to mention, this matter I am feeling with is in a prison. I am not sure if you would want to go there." Taggon told her, before backing into the ground bridge. He did not turn his back to her, since he believed it to be too risky, since last-minute shooting could occur. Her random offer for help caught him off guard, and her smug smirk only enhanced any small suspicions. The mech was in a spot where risks were not something he was willing to take. No, he couldn't take any more risks. 

The ground bridge would close behind him, though there was barely enough time for Hotwire to slip through, if she was fast. 

((Frankly, Taggon has no reason to let you come in, but I'm just going to allow you to pull a fast one since you came here. Plus, why the heck not?
 

Here's where we're heading: transformersgalaxyrp.freeforums.net/thread/1323/outcode-cells?page=1&scrollTo=35133))

Stirring, Ichor began to rise to his pedes. The insecticon chittered quietly as he came to his senses. Though it bad been some time, he still smelled Skyspray, and furthermore memorized the scent. He began to skitter around the area, sniffing about and searching for what happened. It was some time before he felt the residual energy of a groundbridge that had once been there. Skyspray had left, run away, vanished.....

Ichor was not sure what to do now, he decided to forage for something to eat however. His six insecticon legs moved swiftly as he hunted for metal or energon to consume and fuel his frame. The organic matter everywhere did not interest him, though he would eat it if nothing could be found.

Right after him, Whirl stepped through the bridge. He already had the Shoomer ready. In the darkness, his optic glowed like the oncoming train at the end of the tunnel.

"Soooo... who are we gonna be shootin' from the feet up until he 'agrees' to join the 'bots?" the Wrecker asked, his gun charging up.

It's my uncle, Ichor. He indirectly killed my mother. Insecticon. Need more info?

Sky asked as he continued walking. He could sense an energon signal from close nearby. He had to find Ichor, and fast. He didn't want to be away for too long and he was really tense. He wanted the truth, whatever it costed. He closed the GB with a flick of his wrist as he continued searching the area. Hopefully Whirl kept close.

Ichor quietly shifted through the forest, keeping his optics on the two. He relied on his green, splotchy, plating to camouflage him in his environment. The scent of Thunderblast bothered him, it was so familiar but so different, as was his scent to his kin. He thought maybe it was a child of Thunderblast, he didn't know, family rejected him for his madness. The blue mech, interesting, maybe dangerous, the green mech, very dangerous, but also very vulnerable.

Clicking his mandibles together, Ichor decided to step out from the shadows. The six-legged insecticon made clicking noises as it neared to them, cocking it's face slightly as it crept up. Acidic toxins dripped from it's mandibles, hissing quietly as they burned the grass. It knew this was risky, if they used a shotgun he was vulnerable.

Whirl held the Shoomer carefully, remaining perfectly still as he watched Ichor with that glowing, suspicious optic of his. For once, he didn't speak, simply studying the interaction closely.

As the insecticon transformed, Sky rose up a little. He couldn't spot any similarities himself but that was because Thunderblast died before he really got to know her. He spent maybe a year with her before she passed away. He hadn't much to go on, so he was basically winging it, hoping for the best. He felt a bond between him and Ichor, that was for sure. Ichor's optics were.. A bit twitchy. Sky was never sure what he was looking at.

Yes, your sister, Thunderblast. Remember her? I am your nephew. We are family.

Sky said carefully and tried to look his uncle in the optics. It was a bit hard, but eventually it should work. He also had green optics, something that they shared.

Ichor's optics narrowed and slowed to a solid and steady stare at Skyspray. He fell silent save for his venting. His wings flared out and shook before retracting back against his frame. A sense of realization coursed through Ichor as his mind began to process the reality of the situation. Deep primal urges made way for higher thinking, allowing him to understand clearly.

You are my nephew... Ichor began, momentarily stopping to vent. You are family!

"Yeah, Insecticon, it's not like we don't have enough vermin crawling around there already, why don't you just waltz in with no prior notification... Your nephew's only a Magnus and all so it's not like anybody's gonna complain," Whirl added, sounding rather sulky.

He leant back on a tree, tapping one of his odd feet. He was being unpleasant, but of course he was always unpleasant; at least he wasn't being violent.