Using his previous experience inside the Decepticon base, he already knew the basic layout and escape routes. The main problem would be getting out of the cell.
Thankfully, he'd had an entire week to lull both his visitors and the guards into complacency. The guards had become taken with slipping closer to the cell to be able to hear the rites in full - and gain the benefits without being the ones 'begging' a dirty Autobot for them. For once, Decepticon greed would work in his favor.
Mirage decided the time was right when a battered-looking Astrotrain of all mechs had dropped by, demanding the rite of the Spacefarer's Blessing by name. It was old, and not one that Mirage had preformed often. The heyday of of Old Cybertron's exploration, expansion, and colonization was long before his time, but everyone knew tales of shuttlemecha lost to the dark void of space. A plea to Primus to avoid such a terrifying fate was a common request in that time.
It was long, part soothing song and somber warning, given the topic. Mirage began it readily enough- but was slowly able add a rite of healing and recovery, as well. Deep healing, one that he had so far avoided using during his capture. Astrotrain was damaged enough that he felt justified in doing so...lulling the hulking mech - and the guard outside - into a healing recharge was just a convenient bonus.
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Using his previous experience inside the Decepticon base, he already knew the basic layout and escape routes. The main problem would be getting out of the cell.
Thankfully, he'd had an entire week to lull both his visitors and the guards into complacency. The guards had become taken with slipping closer to the cell to be able to hear the rites in full - and gain the benefits without being the ones 'begging' a dirty Autobot for them. For once, Decepticon greed would work in his favor.
Mirage decided the time was right when a battered-looking Astrotrain of all mechs had dropped by, demanding the rite of the Spacefarer's Blessing by name. It was old, and not one that Mirage had preformed often. The heyday of of Old Cybertron's exploration, expansion, and colonization was long before his time, but everyone knew tales of shuttlemecha lost to the dark void of space. A plea to Primus to avoid such a terrifying fate was a common request in that time.
It was long, part soothing song and somber warning, given the topic. Mirage began it readily enough- but was slowly able add a rite of healing and recovery, as well. Deep healing, one that he had so far avoided using during his capture. Astrotrain was damaged enough that he felt justified in doing so...lulling the hulking mech - and the guard outside - into a healing recharge was just a convenient bonus.