Crimson already had the second grenade loaded. She'd have the reserves for one more before she'd have to pull back. Absently she wondered if the Vodka would overclock her when she was this low, and if it would add more kick to the grenade.
DeathStrike lifted off, attacting notice. Chimera was underneath, his back to her...
"DeathStrike, Incoming Ordinance. Boost 50meters."
It was all the warning she gave before firing the grenade at Chimera's leg acutators. Once again, by the time the grenade went off in a burst of concussive and EMP force, Crimson had left her position and sought new cover.
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Dirge's call out anger and the sounds of battle turned Ramjet's attention away from Blitzwing, just intime to see the missles launched from Breakout. Ramjet knew he couldn't dodge, he'd never get them to miss him, and in the astroseconds left to him, he did the only thing he could. He leapt into the air, thrusters pulling him off the ground as the seeker missles arced up to meet him. It bought him another second or two, just enough time to squeeze off a series of energy bursts at Breakout, before the missles impacted...both Hornet's and Breakout's.
The explosion was grand, throwing the top half of Ramjet's deactivated body half a klik away, the color gone from the optics as Stasis Lock claimed the Seeker. Blitzwing had used the distraction though, finally reaching his machine-gun. Rolling to his side, even as his own internal repair routines rerouted the damaged systems to allow him some functionality, Blitzwing locked Breakout into his target reticle, selecting the most damage portion of the center mass, and pulled the trigger. "SLAG YOU Breakout! I'll see you in the Pit!" he screamed, as the energy bursts tore through the air.
"Another Autobot wishes to meet the cold oblivion of deactivation Autobot," Dirge spoke in his monotone voice, paying Stryke back for the cheap hit from behind with a hard right hook across the Autobot's faceplate. "I will play a dirge over your chassis once I have fed your Laser Core to Chimera..." Dirge didn't let up his attack as Stryke was hit, another punch striking into the Autobot's 'stomach', then another to the face.
Dirge's cold metallic digits wrapped around Stryke's throat, lifting the Autobot up. While there's no need for oxygen with Cybertronians, the neck did contain several plasma flow conduits, mech fluid delivery lines, and other important relays between the Cybernetic neuro-pathways and the main systems. It was the same effect as if one human was choking the life out of another, slowly squeezing the Energon off from Stryke's brain....
Deathstrike rocketed upwards, out of his easy reach. Chimera's optics narrowed, as he snarled, the heat whip cracking on it's own accord, the arm snapping forward as the heat whip sliced the warhead off a single missle- like he had done it a million times before - the other three struck his armored form. Chimera screamed in agony and pain as his armor shattered against the impact, exposing the twisted systems beneath, utterly destroying the heat whip. Tender systems pulsed beneath the armor as it shattered away from the Decepticon.
"Coward! Face me like a warrior!" Chimera's immediate rage seemed booundless, twisting what was left of his faceplate as half of it was shattered from the missle impact. One arm hung, mangled at his side. Yet Chimera still wished to fight. Crimson's energon gernade blossomed into a ball of explosive energy, flinging Chimera back again, not doing anywhere near the damage of Deathstrike's missles, but rocking the Decepticon again. Yet still, he rose, if only on his own sheer willpower. "I will drink your mechfluid!" he screamed through a fractured vocal processor at Deathstrike.
"Why don't you take on someone your own size!" a voice said suddenly, from the east. Springer, in his helicopter mode descended on the battlefield, his twin lasers raining down on Chimera. The few peices of stressed armor began to crack under the new barrage, but Chimera stood firm. That was until Springer got within his reach. As the cocky Autobot swooped down for a strafing run, Chimera leapt into the air, grabbing the Autobot triplechanger by the landing strut, and pulled him to the ground. Springer transformed as he was brought down, the much smaller Autobot struggling with his new captor. Chimera was simply stronger.
Transmetal claws sliced into Cybertronian armor, mechfluid poured freely from the wounds, as Chimera went about his work. A look of spiteful glee in his red optics. Springer screamed in pain as he was simply mech-handled by the stronger Decepticon. Within moments, Chimera had skillfully removed all out the outer armor of Springer. Leaving only the oozing, pulsing components beneath exposed.
"Dinner time..." Chimera said, the taloned hand reached for Springer's Laser Core....
Predaking rocked back as the plasma blast erupted in his faceplate. The Decepticon combiner staggered back, momentarily blinded by the sudden heat and boiling energy. While it caused no serious damage, it was enough to stagger Predaking. When the heat cleared, and vision began to return, Predaking found a immense knot of hatred within him. Hatred for the one which has shot his faceplate.
The x-ray cannon was brought to bear, as Breachload focused on pouring firepower into Menasor. Predaking unleashed a mighty, primal roar as the energy from his x-ray cannon built, and unleashed like a solar flare, right for the powerlinked Autobots, for a brief moment, you could see his invisible forcefield illuminated by the hellish fury unleashed.....
"Soundwave! Send Ravage to deal with the attack!" The energon gernade had annoyed the Decepticon Supreme Commander, though Astrotrain had taken the full brunt of the attack.
"Ravage, eject. Operation: termination."
Soundwave's chest opened, as Ravage's cassette flew out. as it neared the ground, the black and silver cassette transformed into the sleek shape of Ravage - the Decepticon panther. Ravage sniffed the air once, twice...then leapt away, towards building D. He was on the hunt..his target Crimson..
The ion laser struck Blackout's armored backside, almost tearing away his attention from the Autobot currently in his tritanium steel grip. Hound's faceplate was twisted in agony, his vocal processor long since ripped out of his throat. Blackout seemed to be toying with the Autobot scout, entire section of Hound's arms and legs had simply been crushed in Blackout's grip. the laser blast though, drew his attention. Not quiet dropping Hound, Blackout dragged the near stasis locked Autobot like a rag doll, as he made his way towards Breachload and his two Combiner allies.
"Autobots! On the double!" Prime nearly screamed, though he kept his voice modulated normal. The Decepticons, at the last report, were decimating his soldiers, Predaking and Menasor were taking on Breachload, Chimera and Blitzwing were in the area... It was as if Megatron brought his most demented soldiers here today.
"Jazz, Sideswipe, Bluestreak, break for the Southern Defensive line. Dinobots, destroy Predaking!" Optimus was intent on getting the chaos under control. "Wheeljack, Ironhide, Rachet, take down Blackout. Gridlock, Wideload, your with me. Megatron is mines."
Blaster was in the C&C, acting as relay for the Autobot team. Optimus just hoped they weren't to late...
The explosion was grand, throwing the top half of Ramjet's deactivated body half a klik away, the color gone from the optics as Stasis Lock claimed the Seeker. Blitzwing had used the distraction though, finally reaching his machine-gun. Rolling to his side, even as his own internal repair routines rerouted the damaged systems to allow him some functionality, Blitzwing locked Breakout into his target reticle, selecting the most damage portion of the center mass, and pulled the trigger. "SLAG YOU Breakout! I'll see you in the Pit!" he screamed, as the energy bursts tore through the air.
"Another Autobot wishes to meet the cold oblivion of deactivation Autobot," Dirge spoke in his monotone voice, paying Stryke back for the cheap hit from behind with a hard right hook across the Autobot's faceplate. "I will play a dirge over your chassis once I have fed your Laser Core to Chimera..." Dirge didn't let up his attack as Stryke was hit, another punch striking into the Autobot's 'stomach', then another to the face.
Dirge's cold metallic digits wrapped around Stryke's throat, lifting the Autobot up. While there's no need for oxygen with Cybertronians, the neck did contain several plasma flow conduits, mech fluid delivery lines, and other important relays between the Cybernetic neuro-pathways and the main systems. It was the same effect as if one human was choking the life out of another, slowly squeezing the Energon off from Stryke's brain....
Deathstrike rocketed upwards, out of his easy reach. Chimera's optics narrowed, as he snarled, the heat whip cracking on it's own accord, the arm snapping forward as the heat whip sliced the warhead off a single missle- like he had done it a million times before - the other three struck his armored form. Chimera screamed in agony and pain as his armor shattered against the impact, exposing the twisted systems beneath, utterly destroying the heat whip. Tender systems pulsed beneath the armor as it shattered away from the Decepticon.
"Coward! Face me like a warrior!" Chimera's immediate rage seemed booundless, twisting what was left of his faceplate as half of it was shattered from the missle impact. One arm hung, mangled at his side. Yet Chimera still wished to fight. Crimson's energon gernade blossomed into a ball of explosive energy, flinging Chimera back again, not doing anywhere near the damage of Deathstrike's missles, but rocking the Decepticon again. Yet still, he rose, if only on his own sheer willpower. "I will drink your mechfluid!" he screamed through a fractured vocal processor at Deathstrike.
"Why don't you take on someone your own size!" a voice said suddenly, from the east. Springer, in his helicopter mode descended on the battlefield, his twin lasers raining down on Chimera. The few peices of stressed armor began to crack under the new barrage, but Chimera stood firm. That was until Springer got within his reach. As the cocky Autobot swooped down for a strafing run, Chimera leapt into the air, grabbing the Autobot triplechanger by the landing strut, and pulled him to the ground. Springer transformed as he was brought down, the much smaller Autobot struggling with his new captor. Chimera was simply stronger.
Transmetal claws sliced into Cybertronian armor, mechfluid poured freely from the wounds, as Chimera went about his work. A look of spiteful glee in his red optics. Springer screamed in pain as he was simply mech-handled by the stronger Decepticon. Within moments, Chimera had skillfully removed all out the outer armor of Springer. Leaving only the oozing, pulsing components beneath exposed.
"Dinner time..." Chimera said, the taloned hand reached for Springer's Laser Core....
Predaking rocked back as the plasma blast erupted in his faceplate. The Decepticon combiner staggered back, momentarily blinded by the sudden heat and boiling energy. While it caused no serious damage, it was enough to stagger Predaking. When the heat cleared, and vision began to return, Predaking found a immense knot of hatred within him. Hatred for the one which has shot his faceplate.
The x-ray cannon was brought to bear, as Breachload focused on pouring firepower into Menasor. Predaking unleashed a mighty, primal roar as the energy from his x-ray cannon built, and unleashed like a solar flare, right for the powerlinked Autobots, for a brief moment, you could see his invisible forcefield illuminated by the hellish fury unleashed.....
"Soundwave! Send Ravage to deal with the attack!" The energon gernade had annoyed the Decepticon Supreme Commander, though Astrotrain had taken the full brunt of the attack.
"Ravage, eject. Operation: termination."
Soundwave's chest opened, as Ravage's cassette flew out. as it neared the ground, the black and silver cassette transformed into the sleek shape of Ravage - the Decepticon panther. Ravage sniffed the air once, twice...then leapt away, towards building D. He was on the hunt..his target Crimson..
The ion laser struck Blackout's armored backside, almost tearing away his attention from the Autobot currently in his tritanium steel grip. Hound's faceplate was twisted in agony, his vocal processor long since ripped out of his throat. Blackout seemed to be toying with the Autobot scout, entire section of Hound's arms and legs had simply been crushed in Blackout's grip. the laser blast though, drew his attention. Not quiet dropping Hound, Blackout dragged the near stasis locked Autobot like a rag doll, as he made his way towards Breachload and his two Combiner allies.
"Autobots! On the double!" Prime nearly screamed, though he kept his voice modulated normal. The Decepticons, at the last report, were decimating his soldiers, Predaking and Menasor were taking on Breachload, Chimera and Blitzwing were in the area... It was as if Megatron brought his most demented soldiers here today.
"Jazz, Sideswipe, Bluestreak, break for the Southern Defensive line. Dinobots, destroy Predaking!" Optimus was intent on getting the chaos under control. "Wheeljack, Ironhide, Rachet, take down Blackout. Gridlock, Wideload, your with me. Megatron is mines."
Blaster was in the C&C, acting as relay for the Autobot team. Optimus just hoped they weren't to late...
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"Then again, Detective....how often have you dreamed of hearing your father's voice once more? Of feeling your mother's touch?" - Ra's Al Ghul
"According to the Bible, IHVH created the Universe in six days....he obviously didn't know what he was doing." - Darek Steele bani Order of Hermes.
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There were a lot of ways a mechanoid could die. Leaving oneself open to Deathstrike was one of them. As Chimera overpowered Springer, Deathstrike swooped down, right right arm coming down on Chimera like an axe with all the momentum of the falling Decepticon behind it.
Deathstrike's arm came down on Chimera's good arm as it reached for Springer's laser core. The impact shattered the arms of both Decepticons and wrecked the barrel of Deathstrike's laser. Unliked Chimera, Deathstrike still had a good limb. His left fist smashed into a gap in Chimera's torso armour and came out with a handful of components. Deathstrike's fist lashed out again, smashing another breach in Chimera's armour and sending the larger Decepticon sprawling away from Springer.
Deathstrike's arm came down on Chimera's good arm as it reached for Springer's laser core. The impact shattered the arms of both Decepticons and wrecked the barrel of Deathstrike's laser. Unliked Chimera, Deathstrike still had a good limb. His left fist smashed into a gap in Chimera's torso armour and came out with a handful of components. Deathstrike's fist lashed out again, smashing another breach in Chimera's armour and sending the larger Decepticon sprawling away from Springer.
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#754
Breachload saw what was coming only a split second before it happened. With moments to spare the combiner crossed his arms infront of his chest and face. There was a pause that for Breachload lasted almost minutes, but in realtime it was the blink of an eye. The full fury of the X-Ray cannon struck the heavily armored form of Breachload and didn't seem to stop. Armor turned red hot as the blast continued, sloughing away in thick trails of molten metal as Breachload was shoved back. The X-ray cannon continued to burn, sloughing through the arms in places and burning through the thick chest plate of Breachload. The smaller combiner's legs fairer better than his arms, mainly because the blast was aimed at the chest.
As the blast died down, Breachload dropped his arms to his side. The face mask that had covered the Autobot's mouth was completely gone, dripping down the glowing red chest plate. The Old warbot seemed to grin. His red optics shining brightly as a piece of red hot metal dropped from his brow, falling down to the ground.
"Is that the best you can do? I've fought Petrorabbits with more bite..."
Just as the taunt was out of Breachload's vocal processor it was overpowered by a roar that put the one that had issued from Predaking to shame.
"Me Grimlock love challenge!"
With that a giant, metallic T-Rex came into view, still flying through the air. The bot's jaws clamped around Predaking's arm, crushing down with all the power that only Grimlock could apply and pulling down on Predaking, shaking the grabbed arm vigorously. As Grimlock yanked on Predaking to bring him down, Slag came ramming into the back of the Gestault at full speed, further unbalancing the dangerous decepticon.
Menasor was fairing little better as Sludge and Snarl fell upon the already wounded joints of the Gestault with tails and firey breath.
Breachload gave a sigh of relief as the Dinobots showed up just in time. The old Warbot turned towards the approaching Blackout. Trying to slow Blackout down Breachload attempted to turn his heavy shoulder cannons to fire on the massive Decepticon. Much to Breachload's consternation however, he found that the shoulder cannons were unresponsive. Letting out another string of curses Breachload leveled his other guns at the barely injured Decepticon. Firing from this distance would just mean he'd have time to get Hound in the way of fire. And closing in to near melee in the condition Breachload was in would mean Overload's death.
Well if that was the only option. Letting out a yell, the damaged 'bot charged forward, his red hot metal already mostly cooled.
Blackout was stronger, currently had better armor, and a hostage. Breachload, was smarter, and had bigger guns. With much of his weight now gone, Breachload was also much faster. As Blackout poured fire into Breachload the old bot proved to be as stubborn as both of his halves and refused to go down. As Breachload closed in he was met by Hound swinging into him. The combiner fell back, parts flying off in various directions. Spinning with the blow some Breachload swung his arms into position, a mere three meters from Blackout. The Ion pistol pointed at the Decepticon's face, the cannon at his chest.
"And you, aren't worth fighting."
The Ion pistol had it's own power cell that was fixed, it could not release any more energy than the max allowed. The same could not be said about Breachload's cannon.
Pouring most of his reserve energy into the cannon, the Old Warbot poured down plasma death upon his target. The heat being so much that Breachload's recently cooled armor began to glow red again.
As the blast finally died. Breachload took a few steps back, his optics fading out some as the old warbot slipped into stasis lock.
As the blast died down, Breachload dropped his arms to his side. The face mask that had covered the Autobot's mouth was completely gone, dripping down the glowing red chest plate. The Old warbot seemed to grin. His red optics shining brightly as a piece of red hot metal dropped from his brow, falling down to the ground.
"Is that the best you can do? I've fought Petrorabbits with more bite..."
Just as the taunt was out of Breachload's vocal processor it was overpowered by a roar that put the one that had issued from Predaking to shame.
"Me Grimlock love challenge!"
With that a giant, metallic T-Rex came into view, still flying through the air. The bot's jaws clamped around Predaking's arm, crushing down with all the power that only Grimlock could apply and pulling down on Predaking, shaking the grabbed arm vigorously. As Grimlock yanked on Predaking to bring him down, Slag came ramming into the back of the Gestault at full speed, further unbalancing the dangerous decepticon.
Menasor was fairing little better as Sludge and Snarl fell upon the already wounded joints of the Gestault with tails and firey breath.
Breachload gave a sigh of relief as the Dinobots showed up just in time. The old Warbot turned towards the approaching Blackout. Trying to slow Blackout down Breachload attempted to turn his heavy shoulder cannons to fire on the massive Decepticon. Much to Breachload's consternation however, he found that the shoulder cannons were unresponsive. Letting out another string of curses Breachload leveled his other guns at the barely injured Decepticon. Firing from this distance would just mean he'd have time to get Hound in the way of fire. And closing in to near melee in the condition Breachload was in would mean Overload's death.
Well if that was the only option. Letting out a yell, the damaged 'bot charged forward, his red hot metal already mostly cooled.
Blackout was stronger, currently had better armor, and a hostage. Breachload, was smarter, and had bigger guns. With much of his weight now gone, Breachload was also much faster. As Blackout poured fire into Breachload the old bot proved to be as stubborn as both of his halves and refused to go down. As Breachload closed in he was met by Hound swinging into him. The combiner fell back, parts flying off in various directions. Spinning with the blow some Breachload swung his arms into position, a mere three meters from Blackout. The Ion pistol pointed at the Decepticon's face, the cannon at his chest.
"And you, aren't worth fighting."
The Ion pistol had it's own power cell that was fixed, it could not release any more energy than the max allowed. The same could not be said about Breachload's cannon.
Pouring most of his reserve energy into the cannon, the Old Warbot poured down plasma death upon his target. The heat being so much that Breachload's recently cooled armor began to glow red again.
As the blast finally died. Breachload took a few steps back, his optics fading out some as the old warbot slipped into stasis lock.
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The chaos was getting to Hornet. As his missile slammed into Ramjet's back, he heard screams and cries for help in Autobot milspeak from half a dozen different places all across the facility. Looming in the distance ahead and right, Predaking and Menasor were attacking something. Straight ahead rumbled the unmistakable form of Astrotrain, as well as other figures Hornet couldn't ID at this distance. Directly ahead was Dirge and Stryke, locked in a death struggle of some sort, and on and on it went. He tried to adjust his flight to squeeze off a burst of fire at Dirge, but Stryke was held between him and the Decepticon, and he couldn't get a shot. Unable to stop, Hornet rocketed over Stryke and Dirge's heads as he desperately tried to figure out what to do.
Jetfire was gone, Hornet couldn't tell where. There was no sign of Optimus, Ironhide, the Dinobots, anyone. There were Decepticon targets in every direction, and for a brief, horrible instant, Hornet hesitated, unable to determine which target to engage. He knew he had to do SOMETHING, anything! But he couldn't decide what. Should he come bank left to attack whatever the hell that was on his radar screen with Springer? Should he go after whoever was with Astrotrain? Should he...
"Focus on the target you've got," came a voice in his head, a recollection of what Jetfire had once told him. "Do your part, and let the bigger bots take care of the bigger picture."
Hornet took the equivelant of a deep breath, and pulled up.
He turned a full loop again, the second one he had pulled in this battle, a dangerous manuver had anyone been shooting at him, but nobody presently was. When he levelled out, he was a mile north of Dirge and Stryke, and this time on the correct side of the two combattants. Hornet flipped on his radar as he braked to give himself enough time to set up a shot. No trick shot this time, no added risk of hitting Stryke, he wanted to be sure to nail Dirge square in the back with a missile the Decepticon flier would never see coming.
"This is Hornet," he said into his radio on the Autobot frequency. "Rifle-3, FIRE!"
An instant later, the second of Hornet's missile leaped from his wing and streaked at Dirge at six times the speed of sound
Jetfire was gone, Hornet couldn't tell where. There was no sign of Optimus, Ironhide, the Dinobots, anyone. There were Decepticon targets in every direction, and for a brief, horrible instant, Hornet hesitated, unable to determine which target to engage. He knew he had to do SOMETHING, anything! But he couldn't decide what. Should he come bank left to attack whatever the hell that was on his radar screen with Springer? Should he go after whoever was with Astrotrain? Should he...
"Focus on the target you've got," came a voice in his head, a recollection of what Jetfire had once told him. "Do your part, and let the bigger bots take care of the bigger picture."
Hornet took the equivelant of a deep breath, and pulled up.
He turned a full loop again, the second one he had pulled in this battle, a dangerous manuver had anyone been shooting at him, but nobody presently was. When he levelled out, he was a mile north of Dirge and Stryke, and this time on the correct side of the two combattants. Hornet flipped on his radar as he braked to give himself enough time to set up a shot. No trick shot this time, no added risk of hitting Stryke, he wanted to be sure to nail Dirge square in the back with a missile the Decepticon flier would never see coming.
"This is Hornet," he said into his radio on the Autobot frequency. "Rifle-3, FIRE!"
An instant later, the second of Hornet's missile leaped from his wing and streaked at Dirge at six times the speed of sound
Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
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Inside Breachload, Overload could barely think straight as errors and warning cascaded by. His mass was rapidly being reduced as metal sloughing off in molten form, though the small part of him operational grinned wickedly as Blackout went down.
Load SelfDiag/Level 4
Load successful.
Run SelfDiag/Level 4
Reactor: 1.201%
Drvtrain: Reduced capability: Inop
Nav: 2.004%
Sensors: 12%
Suspension: Inop
Tac/Comm: Online/jammed
Sysop: 42.34%
Active Defense: Inop
Weapsys: Offline
End SelfDiag/Level 4
Armour has suffered critical failure, breached on three points. Engage Stasislock. Stasis Lock Engaged.
Load SelfDiag/Level 4
Load successful.
Run SelfDiag/Level 4
Reactor: 1.201%
Drvtrain: Reduced capability: Inop
Nav: 2.004%
Sensors: 12%
Suspension: Inop
Tac/Comm: Online/jammed
Sysop: 42.34%
Active Defense: Inop
Weapsys: Offline
End SelfDiag/Level 4
Armour has suffered critical failure, breached on three points. Engage Stasislock. Stasis Lock Engaged.
Half-Damned, All Hero.
Tev: You're happy. You're Plotting. You're Evil.
Me: Evil is so inappropriate. I'm ruthless.
Tev: You're turning me on.
I Am Rage. You Will Know My Fury.
Tev: You're happy. You're Plotting. You're Evil.
Me: Evil is so inappropriate. I'm ruthless.
Tev: You're turning me on.
I Am Rage. You Will Know My Fury.
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Crimson moved through the Supply Warehouse (Building D) once again. She'd been using the building for cover as she moved between battles, sniping where she could. Now she was heading south once again, using the building's bulk for cover.
Her sensors told her that several of the Decepticons were down... but so were Autobots. Even as she scanned, Breachload's IFF turned red, symbolizing StasisLock. The comm channels were abuzz, it seemed that the Autobots who'd been on the East Wall were finally starting to join the battle. "Not soon enough," she whispered.
Stryke was on the South Wall with Breakout ... but their IFF's were turning pink. They were getting hit hard. However, the South Wall was nearly 4km away. She'd never make it there in time. Deathstrike was also badly damaged, if the IFF was reading right. He was closer, but what could she do to help him? She had spent half of her Energon Reserves on those two grenades. She could fire off one more, but then she'd have to go recharge before she could do more than transform.
If the battle is going badly, fall back. If possible, lead the enemy to a position of ambush Elita-1 still spoke in Crimson's mind, offering suggestions and battle plans. Well, so far it'd worked. Time to fall back and try to join Prime's group. "Alt-mode, silent running..."
The Harley skidded out of the Supply building and headed for backup, not bothering with a holoRider as she headed South and East towards the C&C.
Her sensors told her that several of the Decepticons were down... but so were Autobots. Even as she scanned, Breachload's IFF turned red, symbolizing StasisLock. The comm channels were abuzz, it seemed that the Autobots who'd been on the East Wall were finally starting to join the battle. "Not soon enough," she whispered.
Stryke was on the South Wall with Breakout ... but their IFF's were turning pink. They were getting hit hard. However, the South Wall was nearly 4km away. She'd never make it there in time. Deathstrike was also badly damaged, if the IFF was reading right. He was closer, but what could she do to help him? She had spent half of her Energon Reserves on those two grenades. She could fire off one more, but then she'd have to go recharge before she could do more than transform.
If the battle is going badly, fall back. If possible, lead the enemy to a position of ambush Elita-1 still spoke in Crimson's mind, offering suggestions and battle plans. Well, so far it'd worked. Time to fall back and try to join Prime's group. "Alt-mode, silent running..."
The Harley skidded out of the Supply building and headed for backup, not bothering with a holoRider as she headed South and East towards the C&C.
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Deathstrike ran towards the armory, which was on the other side of the base, but he had little choice. Taking to the air would be faster, but it would make him too visible to too many Decepticons. He needed to reach the armory, reload, and grab a gun so he could continue fighting.
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Stryke struggled, trying to pry off Dirge's fingers. The warbot could feel his energon being cut off. He kicked at Dirge and knew he wouldn't last long. Well, looks like this is it, he thought and then he heard Hornet's call.
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I am at point blank range in regards to Blitzwings attack. He literally cannot miss. The pistol's energy splashes against my left side and pain again lances through me. I am not enjoying this battle as much as I had hoped. I cannot spend the time needed to get into cover and engage Blitizwing rationally. So I do the unexpected. I throw myself at my long time enemy bridging the gulf between in .4 seconds. We slam together and fall over, I bring my knife around and slam it into Blitizwing's neck. The pistol goes off again and cuts my left knee down to 34% effectiveness. I am for all intents and purposes reduced to limping now.
"Save me a seat in the Pit." I snarl. I struggle upright, my internal sensors inform me that this is not a good thing, they do this mostly be sending pain up through my left leg in rolling waves. I may have to transform into my alt mode to regain any real mobility. Still that may be a worry I need not process.
I whistle and fire my cannon at Dirge.
"While you sat there playing patty cake and composed bad poetry, I've taken out two of your teammates. What kinda slagheap empty excuse for a Con are you?" I taunt loudly.
"Save me a seat in the Pit." I snarl. I struggle upright, my internal sensors inform me that this is not a good thing, they do this mostly be sending pain up through my left leg in rolling waves. I may have to transform into my alt mode to regain any real mobility. Still that may be a worry I need not process.
I whistle and fire my cannon at Dirge.
"While you sat there playing patty cake and composed bad poetry, I've taken out two of your teammates. What kinda slagheap empty excuse for a Con are you?" I taunt loudly.
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Blitzwing screamed as Breakout jumped him, taking the Decepticon back down to the ground. Blitzwing tried with all the strength left in his damaged form to hurl Breakout off of him, to dump another round of laser fire into the Autobot - but he was unable. As
he looked into his hated enemies optics, Breakout slammed the knife into Blitzwing's neck. Mechfluid spurted from the wound as Breakout withdrew the blade, and looked down into Blitzwing's face. The Decepticon Triplechanger's eyes brightened for a moment as he looked in utter shock, then rage at the Autobot......before those optics faded out - within Blitzwing's head, the sound of his internal system rang out, "Warning, primary systems compromised. Intiating stasis lock..."
Blitzwing was dead to the world.
Breakout's taunting pulled Dirge's attention, for a singular moment, from strangling the life out of Stryke. The Autobot continued to struggle in the Decepticon Seeker's vicelike grip. Dirge was amused by the struggle of the Autobot in his hands, yet when the damaged one began to open fire, the weapon making potshots more than anything, distracting blows. Turning to the Autobot gave Dirge the moment he needed as his radar picked up the rapidly approaching missle fired moments earlier by Hornet. Dirge didn't know how badly the missle would hit, his thrusters igniting as he lifted into the air - releasing the Autobot as he transformed into his jet mode, and took to the air. It took a moment for the missle to follow Dirge's changed vector, but when it did arc, the Decepticon Seeker had engaged his afterburners, taking altitude.
The missle closed in, internal readouts counted down the astroseconds till impact - at the last possible moment, Dirge transformed back into his Robot mode, turned to the missle, and took it in his strongest armored section.
The missle didn't explode as it impacted, though the extreme speed at which it traveled sent it piercing through Dirge's chestplate on the upperleft portion. The armor cracked and fell away, as shortly to did the dud missle, dropping to the planet below, as Dirge held the new hole in his chest in pain.
Transforming back into his Jet mode, Dirge left the southern defense perimeter, cybertronian thrusters propelling him away, as sub-sonic vibrations filled the air. His trademark power, the sub-sonic vibrations radiated out from him, in a rapidly expanding bubble a mile and a half in diameter. Those captured in the bubble felt the strangest, strongest sense of lethargy and dread fill their very Sparks, as if Death itself suddenly had arrived....
He used the distraction it caused to escape, flying to join Megatron.
The Dinobots struck, doing what they did best. Predaking and Menasor, while not Devestator, were high on the Dinobot's hitlist of Decepticons. the Predacons were rivals for the Dinobot's position of main mechs, the powerhouses of Transformer technology, Menasor was usually Superion's main target, but well.....if the Dinobot's could wreck two Decepticon junkpiles, so much the better.
Grimlock's mighty jaws tore into Predaking's arm, the x-ray cannon bending, snapping and then exploding with a smallish puff of plasma under the mighty jaws of the transforming T-rex. Predaking's attempt to pry Grimlock's head from the his arm was interrupted, as Slag, still in Triceratops form, ramed into the back of Predaking's knees. The Combiner tumbled forward, brought down by the force of Slag's forward momentum, and the pull of Grimlock's powerful servos. As Predaking fell face first, Slag, now backed away from the combiner, opened his mouth. Small orbs of energy formed on the tips of his two main horns, small orbs of extremely high voltage, massively high amperage electricity arked between the horns, before arcing to the Dinobot's mouth. A peel of thunder erupted from Slag's mouth, as a powerful burst of lighting struck Predaking's back, arcing over the gestault's form. Grimlock's own mouth opened, pouring flames of plasmic energy into Predaking's face plate, between stomps of his mighty foot.
Seconds later, after Predaking ceased moving, even twitching with the beatings, the two Dinobot's haulted, roaring to the heavens with their triumph.
'Dinobot's stomp mudhole in Predaking!" Slag cried out in jubilant glee...as the two Dinobots went to join their allies in the stomping of Menasor.
Sludge and Snarl, in the meantime, were enjoying a friendly game of "kick the can". Friendly, that is, to the Dinobots. Not so friendly to the Decepticon combiner currently being the can. Menasor, already damaged from the fight with Breachload - the Autobot powerlinker had incredible amounts of firepower, as Menasor discovered - couldn't withstand the surprise attack of the two Dinobots. His interlink circuits damaged beyond the means of his internal systems, Menasor was stuck in form, as Sludge and Snarl beat him with their tails. Only once had he managed to land on his back so far, and the Dinobot tails had struck his chest and faceplates for his small bit of luck.
Armor was cracked, mechfluid and coolant leaked from any number of breaches in the combiner's hull.
"Let's give them Menasor you said..." came Wildrider's voice inside Menasor's head, "It'll be a blown gasket you said....well slag you Motormaster!"
Menasor's mouth gaped open, as he laid on the ground, the two dinobots, had for now, stopped hitting them with their tails. Menasor, for a moment, thought maybe...just maybe..he could get up. This was shortly before Grimlock walked over the fallen combiner, driving his form into the ground with heavy footstomps. Slag followed close behind, stopping for a moment by Menasor's head, and looking down to say "Excuse me," like a polite Dinobot, before the massive triceratops foot smashed into Menasor's head, and he went into stasis lock..."
Wheeljack, Rachet and Ironhide where only minutes behind the Dinobots, just intime to see Overload blast Blackout back with a mighty release of firepower.....and see the powerlinker collapse into stasis lock. Blackout was thrown back by the force of the blast, his optics were melted away, his face half slagged, his armor cracked, shattering, and circuits exposed - the Decepticon's fuelpump beating regularly as the non-essential backup systems over it were simply disintigrated. Ironhide and Wheeljack diverted their attention to Blackout, transforming as they rolled, their weapons drawn, and laser firepowered into the damage Decepticon. Blackout was all but blind, having to rely only on passive radar - his OTH sensors completely slagged from the plasma bursts - and found himself shooting wildly. Ironhide and wheeljack managed to dodge the wild blasts, pourind their fire into the damaged Decepticon triplechanger, before smoke pouring from damaged systems, collapsing backward and laying still.
Rachet, in the meantime, had rushed to Breachload, surveying the damage with his optics, before begining a more thurough examination.
"He's in stasis lock," he told Ironhide as the Autobot Security chief ran over, "he took bad hits, we gotta get him to a CR chamber. I think Overload is going to need a massive overhaul..."
'Yo' Dinobutts!" ironhide called out, "We got wounded here. We need Sludge to get him to the CR chambers!"
Optimus Prime, Gridlock and Wideload rolled on, the search for Megatron was on. It was Prime's guess his old nemesis was headed for the Energon Production facility. To either raid it, or to destroy it - Megatron would not let the autobots have the benefit of the facility.
"Prime, sensors detecting incoming Decepticons." Gridlock spoke, his vehicle form barely able to keep up with Wideload and Optimus.
"Where at Gridlock?"
"Right above you Prime!" Megatron's gravily voiced announced, moments before his fusion cannon tore the ground apart directly ahead of Optimus.
Optimus, Gridlock and Wideload all transformed, their weapons immediately in hand. Just ahead, Megatron, Astrotrain and Soundwave landed. Soundwave's chest opened, and a series of cassettes lept out, transforming in mid air as Rumble, Frenzy, Laserbeak and Buzzsaw joined them.
"Just you and me Prime...like on Cybertron. My minions will not interfere, as long as yours do not."
Prime looked to Gridlock and Wideload, then to the base...it would be important as a supply station for their future plans....then he thought about the possible loss of Autobot lives..his soldiers.
"Agreed Megatron, just you and me. Hand to hand, no weapons," Optimus threw his laser rifle to the side, the weapon landing by Wideload's feet. Megatron laughed, "You are a fool Optimus Prime....but I accept your terms." Megatron's own fusion cannon was ripped from his arm, tossed to the side, near Soundwave, "I'll crush you with my bare hands."
Gridlock and Wideload remained in position, as Astrotrain and the cassetticons made a circle around the combatants. Megatron and Optimus Prime circled each other slowly, their optics locked on the others, neither willing to make the first move just yet. Optimus sized up Megatron, just as Megatron did his old foe.
Megatron made the first move, rushing at Optimus, only to have his head rocked back by a savage haymaker from Prime.
Megatron flew up and backwards, landing on his skidplate - looking up at Optimus, and grinning slightly.
Ravage hunted. His keen olfactory sensors had picked up the telltale exhaust fumes of a Autobot power convertor, and he had stalked it with eager glee. Silent footfalls on the permafrost and metal plates, keeping to the few shadows left by the buildings, it took minutes to actually locate the target.
And there she was, in alt form, moving fast over the permafrost. Fast enough, Ravage knew he could not be able to catch her in a dead run. Instead, he decided to utilize assistance. Gauging her speed, Ravage rushed out at Crimson, feet tearing up the permafrost as he went, and still she was breaking from him. After holding pace, obtaining his lock, a missle shot from Ravage's side, streaking out through the air, and exploding the ground directly infront of Crimson, just infront of her tire.
Ravage continued his run, this would be fun....
he looked into his hated enemies optics, Breakout slammed the knife into Blitzwing's neck. Mechfluid spurted from the wound as Breakout withdrew the blade, and looked down into Blitzwing's face. The Decepticon Triplechanger's eyes brightened for a moment as he looked in utter shock, then rage at the Autobot......before those optics faded out - within Blitzwing's head, the sound of his internal system rang out, "Warning, primary systems compromised. Intiating stasis lock..."
Blitzwing was dead to the world.
Breakout's taunting pulled Dirge's attention, for a singular moment, from strangling the life out of Stryke. The Autobot continued to struggle in the Decepticon Seeker's vicelike grip. Dirge was amused by the struggle of the Autobot in his hands, yet when the damaged one began to open fire, the weapon making potshots more than anything, distracting blows. Turning to the Autobot gave Dirge the moment he needed as his radar picked up the rapidly approaching missle fired moments earlier by Hornet. Dirge didn't know how badly the missle would hit, his thrusters igniting as he lifted into the air - releasing the Autobot as he transformed into his jet mode, and took to the air. It took a moment for the missle to follow Dirge's changed vector, but when it did arc, the Decepticon Seeker had engaged his afterburners, taking altitude.
The missle closed in, internal readouts counted down the astroseconds till impact - at the last possible moment, Dirge transformed back into his Robot mode, turned to the missle, and took it in his strongest armored section.
The missle didn't explode as it impacted, though the extreme speed at which it traveled sent it piercing through Dirge's chestplate on the upperleft portion. The armor cracked and fell away, as shortly to did the dud missle, dropping to the planet below, as Dirge held the new hole in his chest in pain.
Transforming back into his Jet mode, Dirge left the southern defense perimeter, cybertronian thrusters propelling him away, as sub-sonic vibrations filled the air. His trademark power, the sub-sonic vibrations radiated out from him, in a rapidly expanding bubble a mile and a half in diameter. Those captured in the bubble felt the strangest, strongest sense of lethargy and dread fill their very Sparks, as if Death itself suddenly had arrived....
He used the distraction it caused to escape, flying to join Megatron.
The Dinobots struck, doing what they did best. Predaking and Menasor, while not Devestator, were high on the Dinobot's hitlist of Decepticons. the Predacons were rivals for the Dinobot's position of main mechs, the powerhouses of Transformer technology, Menasor was usually Superion's main target, but well.....if the Dinobot's could wreck two Decepticon junkpiles, so much the better.
Grimlock's mighty jaws tore into Predaking's arm, the x-ray cannon bending, snapping and then exploding with a smallish puff of plasma under the mighty jaws of the transforming T-rex. Predaking's attempt to pry Grimlock's head from the his arm was interrupted, as Slag, still in Triceratops form, ramed into the back of Predaking's knees. The Combiner tumbled forward, brought down by the force of Slag's forward momentum, and the pull of Grimlock's powerful servos. As Predaking fell face first, Slag, now backed away from the combiner, opened his mouth. Small orbs of energy formed on the tips of his two main horns, small orbs of extremely high voltage, massively high amperage electricity arked between the horns, before arcing to the Dinobot's mouth. A peel of thunder erupted from Slag's mouth, as a powerful burst of lighting struck Predaking's back, arcing over the gestault's form. Grimlock's own mouth opened, pouring flames of plasmic energy into Predaking's face plate, between stomps of his mighty foot.
Seconds later, after Predaking ceased moving, even twitching with the beatings, the two Dinobot's haulted, roaring to the heavens with their triumph.
'Dinobot's stomp mudhole in Predaking!" Slag cried out in jubilant glee...as the two Dinobots went to join their allies in the stomping of Menasor.
Sludge and Snarl, in the meantime, were enjoying a friendly game of "kick the can". Friendly, that is, to the Dinobots. Not so friendly to the Decepticon combiner currently being the can. Menasor, already damaged from the fight with Breachload - the Autobot powerlinker had incredible amounts of firepower, as Menasor discovered - couldn't withstand the surprise attack of the two Dinobots. His interlink circuits damaged beyond the means of his internal systems, Menasor was stuck in form, as Sludge and Snarl beat him with their tails. Only once had he managed to land on his back so far, and the Dinobot tails had struck his chest and faceplates for his small bit of luck.
Armor was cracked, mechfluid and coolant leaked from any number of breaches in the combiner's hull.
"Let's give them Menasor you said..." came Wildrider's voice inside Menasor's head, "It'll be a blown gasket you said....well slag you Motormaster!"
Menasor's mouth gaped open, as he laid on the ground, the two dinobots, had for now, stopped hitting them with their tails. Menasor, for a moment, thought maybe...just maybe..he could get up. This was shortly before Grimlock walked over the fallen combiner, driving his form into the ground with heavy footstomps. Slag followed close behind, stopping for a moment by Menasor's head, and looking down to say "Excuse me," like a polite Dinobot, before the massive triceratops foot smashed into Menasor's head, and he went into stasis lock..."
Wheeljack, Rachet and Ironhide where only minutes behind the Dinobots, just intime to see Overload blast Blackout back with a mighty release of firepower.....and see the powerlinker collapse into stasis lock. Blackout was thrown back by the force of the blast, his optics were melted away, his face half slagged, his armor cracked, shattering, and circuits exposed - the Decepticon's fuelpump beating regularly as the non-essential backup systems over it were simply disintigrated. Ironhide and Wheeljack diverted their attention to Blackout, transforming as they rolled, their weapons drawn, and laser firepowered into the damage Decepticon. Blackout was all but blind, having to rely only on passive radar - his OTH sensors completely slagged from the plasma bursts - and found himself shooting wildly. Ironhide and wheeljack managed to dodge the wild blasts, pourind their fire into the damaged Decepticon triplechanger, before smoke pouring from damaged systems, collapsing backward and laying still.
Rachet, in the meantime, had rushed to Breachload, surveying the damage with his optics, before begining a more thurough examination.
"He's in stasis lock," he told Ironhide as the Autobot Security chief ran over, "he took bad hits, we gotta get him to a CR chamber. I think Overload is going to need a massive overhaul..."
'Yo' Dinobutts!" ironhide called out, "We got wounded here. We need Sludge to get him to the CR chambers!"
Optimus Prime, Gridlock and Wideload rolled on, the search for Megatron was on. It was Prime's guess his old nemesis was headed for the Energon Production facility. To either raid it, or to destroy it - Megatron would not let the autobots have the benefit of the facility.
"Prime, sensors detecting incoming Decepticons." Gridlock spoke, his vehicle form barely able to keep up with Wideload and Optimus.
"Where at Gridlock?"
"Right above you Prime!" Megatron's gravily voiced announced, moments before his fusion cannon tore the ground apart directly ahead of Optimus.
Optimus, Gridlock and Wideload all transformed, their weapons immediately in hand. Just ahead, Megatron, Astrotrain and Soundwave landed. Soundwave's chest opened, and a series of cassettes lept out, transforming in mid air as Rumble, Frenzy, Laserbeak and Buzzsaw joined them.
"Just you and me Prime...like on Cybertron. My minions will not interfere, as long as yours do not."
Prime looked to Gridlock and Wideload, then to the base...it would be important as a supply station for their future plans....then he thought about the possible loss of Autobot lives..his soldiers.
"Agreed Megatron, just you and me. Hand to hand, no weapons," Optimus threw his laser rifle to the side, the weapon landing by Wideload's feet. Megatron laughed, "You are a fool Optimus Prime....but I accept your terms." Megatron's own fusion cannon was ripped from his arm, tossed to the side, near Soundwave, "I'll crush you with my bare hands."
Gridlock and Wideload remained in position, as Astrotrain and the cassetticons made a circle around the combatants. Megatron and Optimus Prime circled each other slowly, their optics locked on the others, neither willing to make the first move just yet. Optimus sized up Megatron, just as Megatron did his old foe.
Megatron made the first move, rushing at Optimus, only to have his head rocked back by a savage haymaker from Prime.
Megatron flew up and backwards, landing on his skidplate - looking up at Optimus, and grinning slightly.
Ravage hunted. His keen olfactory sensors had picked up the telltale exhaust fumes of a Autobot power convertor, and he had stalked it with eager glee. Silent footfalls on the permafrost and metal plates, keeping to the few shadows left by the buildings, it took minutes to actually locate the target.
And there she was, in alt form, moving fast over the permafrost. Fast enough, Ravage knew he could not be able to catch her in a dead run. Instead, he decided to utilize assistance. Gauging her speed, Ravage rushed out at Crimson, feet tearing up the permafrost as he went, and still she was breaking from him. After holding pace, obtaining his lock, a missle shot from Ravage's side, streaking out through the air, and exploding the ground directly infront of Crimson, just infront of her tire.
Ravage continued his run, this would be fun....
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DS's Golden Rule: I am not a bigot, I hate everyone equally. | corollary: Some are more equal than others.
"Then again, Detective....how often have you dreamed of hearing your father's voice once more? Of feeling your mother's touch?" - Ra's Al Ghul
"According to the Bible, IHVH created the Universe in six days....he obviously didn't know what he was doing." - Darek Steele bani Order of Hermes.
DS's Golden Rule: I am not a bigot, I hate everyone equally. | corollary: Some are more equal than others.
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Crimson's sensors blared warning, but not soon enough for her to avoid the blast as the incoming missile hit just in front of her. Her rearwheel skidded on the permafrost as the front popping into the air from the explosion, flipping Crimson's Alt-Form over backwards. She hit hard, spinning laterally on the frozen ground, too stunned to tranform or do more than wonder to herself where the hell that missile came from.
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Stryke looked over at Breakout. "Thank you." He said as he started to stand. That's when the vibration from Dirge hit him. He collapsed, quaking in fear. He had never felt anything like this. Not even when Dirge was choking the life out of him. The warbot tried to stand again, trying to battle through the feelings. He had a job to do. Sometime during the battle he had lost sight of Crimson, and he was supposed to be protecting her, not laying on the ground shaking like an organic child who had a nightmare.
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As Deathstrike ran towards the armoury, he saw a missile streak through his cone of vision. It narrowly missed Crimons, the detonation sending the little Autobot flying. A projected missile track was painted over his visual sensors, displaying the probably launch point of the missile. Nothing registered, which meant it was probably Ravage.
He still had two electron scattering missiles left. He fired both, braketing the target area. The bursts would probably stun the Decepticon and let Crimson know he was there, evening the odds while Deathstrike continued to the armoury and reloaded.
He still had two electron scattering missiles left. He fired both, braketing the target area. The bursts would probably stun the Decepticon and let Crimson know he was there, evening the odds while Deathstrike continued to the armoury and reloaded.
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Ice had been monitoring the radio chatter on both sides of the conflict from his hiding spot. From the sounds of it the Autobots were having a very bad time of it. Not that this surprised him any. He smiled as he heard Crimson on the comm warning the traitor about her incoming ordinance. He pondered what ordinance that small frame could carry that would inflict a 50 meter radius. No matter. He would find out for himself by asking her directly. He, after all, liked her for some reason. But of course he had never been known to play nice with his toys or his friends...
When a large detonation hit right outside the building he was hiding in he waited for more sounds of conflict. Sure enough, a very brief moment later a pair of concussive waves struck the side of the building signaling two more detonations. He paused, listening, waiting. Nothing further came. His hand tightened its grip on the data inhibitor gun. He moved to the exit of Building B where he was hiding and forced it open enough for him to catch a glimpse of what was out there. He smiled again. The Pits really did bless him this day. Crimson was down and apparently injured. The blast radiuses on the ground gave a clue as to what had happened.
He lifted off the ground a few feet and opened the entryway enough to let him pass through. Once he was out in the open he made a direct line for the fallen Crimson, moving silently through the air as the data inhibitor came up. As soon as he got in range he fired a quick double tap into her prone alt-form, aiming for the main body of the bike. He didn't wager the fembot would need a double shot, given her size and apparent condition but he refused to take chances in this case.
As the rounds left the chamber he surged forward towards her, intent on grabbing her and forcefully moving her back into the cover. She had fallen next to Building B which was currently full of building materials, perfect to hide in. He would secure her in there for the time being.
When a large detonation hit right outside the building he was hiding in he waited for more sounds of conflict. Sure enough, a very brief moment later a pair of concussive waves struck the side of the building signaling two more detonations. He paused, listening, waiting. Nothing further came. His hand tightened its grip on the data inhibitor gun. He moved to the exit of Building B where he was hiding and forced it open enough for him to catch a glimpse of what was out there. He smiled again. The Pits really did bless him this day. Crimson was down and apparently injured. The blast radiuses on the ground gave a clue as to what had happened.
He lifted off the ground a few feet and opened the entryway enough to let him pass through. Once he was out in the open he made a direct line for the fallen Crimson, moving silently through the air as the data inhibitor came up. As soon as he got in range he fired a quick double tap into her prone alt-form, aiming for the main body of the bike. He didn't wager the fembot would need a double shot, given her size and apparent condition but he refused to take chances in this case.
As the rounds left the chamber he surged forward towards her, intent on grabbing her and forcefully moving her back into the cover. She had fallen next to Building B which was currently full of building materials, perfect to hide in. He would secure her in there for the time being.
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*Gyroscopics offline.
Reboot in .06 cycles*
*Superficial damage to chassis
*Foot Actuators at 95%
*Leg Actuators at 97%
*Hip Actuators at 98%
*All other systems functioning normally.
*Suggest no transformation until Gyroscopics rebooted.
Crimson barely had time to process the damage report when two more concussives hit nearby, making her gyros reel. Her sensors swirled, showing the missile tracks lead ... were they from Deathstrike or towards Deathstrike from the shadows around Building B? She couldn't quite tell which way was which at the moment.
But her sensors did paint one target clearly as it headed towards her. Swiftshot?! What was he doing ou.... *SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLL*
The data inhibitors did their work, scrambling her circuits with a squawking squeal of electronic interference. The female 'bot couldn't resist if she tried.
Reboot in .06 cycles*
*Superficial damage to chassis
*Foot Actuators at 95%
*Leg Actuators at 97%
*Hip Actuators at 98%
*All other systems functioning normally.
*Suggest no transformation until Gyroscopics rebooted.
Crimson barely had time to process the damage report when two more concussives hit nearby, making her gyros reel. Her sensors swirled, showing the missile tracks lead ... were they from Deathstrike or towards Deathstrike from the shadows around Building B? She couldn't quite tell which way was which at the moment.
But her sensors did paint one target clearly as it headed towards her. Swiftshot?! What was he doing ou.... *SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLL*
The data inhibitors did their work, scrambling her circuits with a squawking squeal of electronic interference. The female 'bot couldn't resist if she tried.
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As Ice approached the downed motorcycle he took a cautious look around. Satisfied he wouldnt' be immediately attacked he reached down and grabbed her by the handlebars. His enhanced strength coupled with his anti-grav systems made it a relatively easy task to move her off the ground. He would leave no tracks this time. He would not be screwed over by stupidity again. Not like that.
With the pair hovering in the air he quickly made his way back into the cover of building B. Once inside he closed the entry way as quietly as he could. Building B's interior was filled with stacks and piles of building materials used in the base's creation. It offered a very good place to hide in for the moment till the battle ended and he could escape. Till then he planned to amuse himself.
He made his way through the piles of materials, carefully manuvering himself and his hostage to avoid making sounds as much as possible. Once he was satisfied he was behind sufficent cover not to be seen immediately from either entryway he laid his hostage down and looked at her.
She was still in her alt-form, which didn't really suit his purposes at all. But he had ways around that. He squatted down next to her and with a thought one of his blades snapped free from the hidden compartment in his arm. He gave it a glance, a once over to ensure nothing had happened to it. He wished it was Deathstrike, that pits-damned traitor who was before him about to be dissected. But it was not to be.
He took a moment to analyze her form, figuring out how her body was configured. Satisfied he had figured it out he began to wedge the blade under one of the thinner pieces of armor from under her 'seat'. He pryed it off easily enough, finding the circuits that signals out for transformation sequencies. He reached over and plucked one of the data inhibitor pads off of her, holding it near her frame. That would let some of the data transfers complete. Which is somewhat what he wanted. But she would have to conciously transform to do this painlessly or nicely. He had no time for such things. He put the blade to the wires that ran to her transformation circuit and pressed gently, slicing through the shielding and temporarily bridging the wires, effectively short-circuiting the process.
The sequence began as he jerked his hand away, the body going through changes that had been designed into the Autobot from creation. She began to transform.
With the pair hovering in the air he quickly made his way back into the cover of building B. Once inside he closed the entry way as quietly as he could. Building B's interior was filled with stacks and piles of building materials used in the base's creation. It offered a very good place to hide in for the moment till the battle ended and he could escape. Till then he planned to amuse himself.
He made his way through the piles of materials, carefully manuvering himself and his hostage to avoid making sounds as much as possible. Once he was satisfied he was behind sufficent cover not to be seen immediately from either entryway he laid his hostage down and looked at her.
She was still in her alt-form, which didn't really suit his purposes at all. But he had ways around that. He squatted down next to her and with a thought one of his blades snapped free from the hidden compartment in his arm. He gave it a glance, a once over to ensure nothing had happened to it. He wished it was Deathstrike, that pits-damned traitor who was before him about to be dissected. But it was not to be.
He took a moment to analyze her form, figuring out how her body was configured. Satisfied he had figured it out he began to wedge the blade under one of the thinner pieces of armor from under her 'seat'. He pryed it off easily enough, finding the circuits that signals out for transformation sequencies. He reached over and plucked one of the data inhibitor pads off of her, holding it near her frame. That would let some of the data transfers complete. Which is somewhat what he wanted. But she would have to conciously transform to do this painlessly or nicely. He had no time for such things. He put the blade to the wires that ran to her transformation circuit and pressed gently, slicing through the shielding and temporarily bridging the wires, effectively short-circuiting the process.
The sequence began as he jerked his hand away, the body going through changes that had been designed into the Autobot from creation. She began to transform.
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It was slow, it was painful in ways Crimson had never imagined. Parts slid past each other jerkily, catching and snagging before lurching free. If she'd been able, she would have screamed.
The seat and rear assembly became her torso and head, the saddlebags telescoping jerkily into shoulders and arms. The back wheel and tailpipe lurched into place as her waist while the gas tank and handlebars swiveled painfully to form the pelvis and hips. The engine and front assembly made grinding noises as they formed her legs.
The gyroscopics were still offline. The data inhibitor further scrambled her, but what was worse was she couldn't see where she was, or what was happening. She could just feel her body transforming, and knew that somewhere nearby was not just 'Swiftshot' but a myriad of other Decepticons as well.
And she had no idea how long she'd been disabled.
The seat and rear assembly became her torso and head, the saddlebags telescoping jerkily into shoulders and arms. The back wheel and tailpipe lurched into place as her waist while the gas tank and handlebars swiveled painfully to form the pelvis and hips. The engine and front assembly made grinding noises as they formed her legs.
The gyroscopics were still offline. The data inhibitor further scrambled her, but what was worse was she couldn't see where she was, or what was happening. She could just feel her body transforming, and knew that somewhere nearby was not just 'Swiftshot' but a myriad of other Decepticons as well.
And she had no idea how long she'd been disabled.
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Hornet felt relief wash over him as Dirge suddenly spotted his missile and lunged upwards, and a small thrill of sucess as the missile tracked him regardless and smashed a hole right through him. He was perplexed as to why it hadn't exploded, but that was Wheeljack's problem, not his. He was preparing to come around for another pass when suddenly Dirge's fear wave hit him.
The fear was potent enough to reduce a normal Transformer to hysterics. Hornet however was not normal, indeed he was an over-emotional, easily scared little bot. The effect on him was something approaching blind panic. He screamed, screamed loud enough to be heard over the roar of his own engine, and in one swoop spun around and fled northwards as fast as he could, black terror overcoming him, clouding his processor to the point where he could do nothing else but flee, flee in abject horror.
He screamed north, flying as fast as his airframe would permit him to, flying low and close to the nape of the earth, ignoring Astrotrain looming overhead, ignoring the form of Megatron further on, finally transforming in mid-air and landing on the ground in a heap, crawing and scrambling over to the nearest wall, where he promptly curled up into a ball and cried.
The fear was only temporary, but it took time for it to wear down on Hornet. As it did however, the first thing that came to his senses other than the fear, was a strange sound. It sounded like someone manuvering something...
Still quivering hesitantly, Hornet looked around the corner, and his optics flew open wide. Swftshot, or rather the Decpticon that was pretending to be Swiftshot, was dragging Crimson towards another building, dragging being a relative term given the antigravs in use. From the looks of it, she was asleep, or stasis locked. Hornet didn't dare consider that she might be dead...
Hornet should have screamed, fired, done SOMETHING, but the fear was still on him, and all he could do was watch as Swiftshot dragged Crimson inside the building. It was only after the door closed that Hornet shook himself awake. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew it could not be good.
And so he did what might have been the smartest thing he had done to date... he called for help.
"This is Hornet!" he shouted in terror into his radio. "Swiftshot escaped! He's... he's got Crimson! He's in... in the big red building! The one with all the building stuff! Someone! Help her!!!"
And having called for help, Hornet then did one of the stupidest things he had done to date.... he ran over to the building Swiftshot had entered, and he opened the door.
He had no idea what he was doing. The aftereffects of the fear were still clouding his senses, but the fear had mutated from a fear of Dirge to a fear of what Swiftshot would do to Crimson. Fear for his friends overrode fear for his own life, just barely, and so he paused at the entrance to the building, shivering with terror, and quietly slid the door open and slipped inside.
The fear was potent enough to reduce a normal Transformer to hysterics. Hornet however was not normal, indeed he was an over-emotional, easily scared little bot. The effect on him was something approaching blind panic. He screamed, screamed loud enough to be heard over the roar of his own engine, and in one swoop spun around and fled northwards as fast as he could, black terror overcoming him, clouding his processor to the point where he could do nothing else but flee, flee in abject horror.
He screamed north, flying as fast as his airframe would permit him to, flying low and close to the nape of the earth, ignoring Astrotrain looming overhead, ignoring the form of Megatron further on, finally transforming in mid-air and landing on the ground in a heap, crawing and scrambling over to the nearest wall, where he promptly curled up into a ball and cried.
The fear was only temporary, but it took time for it to wear down on Hornet. As it did however, the first thing that came to his senses other than the fear, was a strange sound. It sounded like someone manuvering something...
Still quivering hesitantly, Hornet looked around the corner, and his optics flew open wide. Swftshot, or rather the Decpticon that was pretending to be Swiftshot, was dragging Crimson towards another building, dragging being a relative term given the antigravs in use. From the looks of it, she was asleep, or stasis locked. Hornet didn't dare consider that she might be dead...
Hornet should have screamed, fired, done SOMETHING, but the fear was still on him, and all he could do was watch as Swiftshot dragged Crimson inside the building. It was only after the door closed that Hornet shook himself awake. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew it could not be good.
And so he did what might have been the smartest thing he had done to date... he called for help.
"This is Hornet!" he shouted in terror into his radio. "Swiftshot escaped! He's... he's got Crimson! He's in... in the big red building! The one with all the building stuff! Someone! Help her!!!"
And having called for help, Hornet then did one of the stupidest things he had done to date.... he ran over to the building Swiftshot had entered, and he opened the door.
He had no idea what he was doing. The aftereffects of the fear were still clouding his senses, but the fear had mutated from a fear of Dirge to a fear of what Swiftshot would do to Crimson. Fear for his friends overrode fear for his own life, just barely, and so he paused at the entrance to the building, shivering with terror, and quietly slid the door open and slipped inside.
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Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
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Ice's head perked up as he heard the radio transmission from Hornet. He swore by Primus he would kill the meddlesome bot if it was the last thing he did. He would not lose Crimson now, not like this.
He left the transforming Autobot alone for the moment and prepared for incoming. When he heard the doorway open his head snapped towards it. They were already here. He figured they would be to busy worrying about their own hides at the moment to try to grab Crimson. Oh well. It gave him a chance to enact more revenge on them. He chromashifted back to his decepticon colors to further blend in with the darkened building.
With his data inhibitor in one hand and his blade bared along the other he rose from behind the crates and stacks like a Malachim Nikamah, an angel of vengence. His ice blue optics glowed in the darkness. Silently he manuvered through the air and then descended to the ground before the microbot. His voice was no longer the playful, happy teasing Swiftshot voice, but had reverted to the low whispery one of his true form. It was an act, something to add just a touch more fear to a Cybertronian, that soft whisper in the auditory sensor that sent jolts of electricity up one's spinal column.
"Not even Prime can help you now, Hornet..."
The data inhibitor fired once into Hornet's small frame.
He left the transforming Autobot alone for the moment and prepared for incoming. When he heard the doorway open his head snapped towards it. They were already here. He figured they would be to busy worrying about their own hides at the moment to try to grab Crimson. Oh well. It gave him a chance to enact more revenge on them. He chromashifted back to his decepticon colors to further blend in with the darkened building.
With his data inhibitor in one hand and his blade bared along the other he rose from behind the crates and stacks like a Malachim Nikamah, an angel of vengence. His ice blue optics glowed in the darkness. Silently he manuvered through the air and then descended to the ground before the microbot. His voice was no longer the playful, happy teasing Swiftshot voice, but had reverted to the low whispery one of his true form. It was an act, something to add just a touch more fear to a Cybertronian, that soft whisper in the auditory sensor that sent jolts of electricity up one's spinal column.
"Not even Prime can help you now, Hornet..."
The data inhibitor fired once into Hornet's small frame.
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Deathstrike dashed across the open space to the armoury, weaving as he went. Shrapnel and a concussive blast wave from a near miss further battered his armour and dislodged a minor circuit board. Redundancies kicked in almost immediately and the Cybertronian warrior kept moving.
He rushed through the door, realizing how critical time was. He replaced his missile stocks with conventional explosives, not his usual weapon of choice, but one that would serve now that the Dinobots had successfully engaged the combiners. He picked up laser gun that was rifle sized for a smaller Transformer. He could hold it in his left hand easily enough.
He had downed Thundercracker and Chimera, wounded Blitzwing, and saved Springer. A good start to the battle, but it wasn't over. He needed to help drive the victory home. Then he caught Hornet's panicked transmission.
"This is Hornet!" he shouted in terror into his radio. "Swiftshot escaped! He's... he's got Crimson! He's in... in the big red building! The one with all the building stuff! Someone! Help her!!!"
Black Ice had gotten free, proving however sloppy he had become about insertion he still the skills that had made him a deadly Decepticon assassin. Deathstrike exited the armoury at a run, thrusters flaring and carrying him into the air. He unleashed a hail of laser blasts and a pair of missiles to drive back any Decepticons trying to take a shot at him.
Deathstrike crashed into the materials storage. Main spectrum scanning did not reveal Crimson's location, but infra red was another story. The little Cybertronian had been caught in the heat wash of the missile strike and was considerably warmer than the surrounding material and little Hornet had been flying. Black Ice's position looming over the smaller bot was also obvious.
Deathstrike unleashed a hail of fire at Black Ice and he sidestepped toward cover.
He rushed through the door, realizing how critical time was. He replaced his missile stocks with conventional explosives, not his usual weapon of choice, but one that would serve now that the Dinobots had successfully engaged the combiners. He picked up laser gun that was rifle sized for a smaller Transformer. He could hold it in his left hand easily enough.
He had downed Thundercracker and Chimera, wounded Blitzwing, and saved Springer. A good start to the battle, but it wasn't over. He needed to help drive the victory home. Then he caught Hornet's panicked transmission.
"This is Hornet!" he shouted in terror into his radio. "Swiftshot escaped! He's... he's got Crimson! He's in... in the big red building! The one with all the building stuff! Someone! Help her!!!"
Black Ice had gotten free, proving however sloppy he had become about insertion he still the skills that had made him a deadly Decepticon assassin. Deathstrike exited the armoury at a run, thrusters flaring and carrying him into the air. He unleashed a hail of laser blasts and a pair of missiles to drive back any Decepticons trying to take a shot at him.
Deathstrike crashed into the materials storage. Main spectrum scanning did not reveal Crimson's location, but infra red was another story. The little Cybertronian had been caught in the heat wash of the missile strike and was considerably warmer than the surrounding material and little Hornet had been flying. Black Ice's position looming over the smaller bot was also obvious.
Deathstrike unleashed a hail of fire at Black Ice and he sidestepped toward cover.
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Stryke made it to his feet. He looked around, Breakout was to his side, and hecould see fighting in multiple directions. The warbot looked around, trying to spot the red form of the fembot he had promised that he would protect.
"Crim, where are you?" He asked, having opened a private comm channel to her. When silence was his answer began to get worried. "Crim?"
Then he heard Hornet's terror loaded radio call. He jerked his head around so fast, he actually passed by what he was trying to see. The warbot brought his head back to look at the red building. He growled and quickly transformed to his alt form, heading towards Building B at his top speed.
"Crim, where are you?" He asked, having opened a private comm channel to her. When silence was his answer began to get worried. "Crim?"
Then he heard Hornet's terror loaded radio call. He jerked his head around so fast, he actually passed by what he was trying to see. The warbot brought his head back to look at the red building. He growled and quickly transformed to his alt form, heading towards Building B at his top speed.
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Hornet entered the building tentatively, his gatling lasers raised, looking furtively about for any sign of movement. Even so however, he never saw Ice coming.
With a wordless scream, Hornet stared up as Ice descended towards him, his optics widened in panic and fear. He staggered backwards, tripped, and fell backwards onto the ground, tears leaking from his optics as he cried out in terror.
The data inhibitor raised slowly towards him and the world slowed to a crawl. Hornet couldn't avoid the shot, not at this range, nor could he fire back. In a desperate panic, too terrified even to say a word, he could do nothing but stare at the incoming round.
And then the world exploded.
The building shook, fire errupted across it, and suddenly Deathstrike exploded into the room. Hornet had enough time to register that there was a errant laser shot heading his way before the data inhibitor hit him and everything went black.
With a wordless scream, Hornet stared up as Ice descended towards him, his optics widened in panic and fear. He staggered backwards, tripped, and fell backwards onto the ground, tears leaking from his optics as he cried out in terror.
The data inhibitor raised slowly towards him and the world slowed to a crawl. Hornet couldn't avoid the shot, not at this range, nor could he fire back. In a desperate panic, too terrified even to say a word, he could do nothing but stare at the incoming round.
And then the world exploded.
The building shook, fire errupted across it, and suddenly Deathstrike exploded into the room. Hornet had enough time to register that there was a errant laser shot heading his way before the data inhibitor hit him and everything went black.
Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
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Hornet collapsed to the ground lifelessly, the inhibittor sending shock waves through all of his systems. No sooner had it done so however, than one of Wheeljack's infamous "experiements" was set off. A small transceiver located in Hornet's chest near his spark case suddenly exploded to life, broadcasting on a specific frequency as loudly as it could. It was small, battery powered, and had nothing approaching a long range, but given what it was designed for, that was more than enough.
For it was a panic button.
And it was hardwired to one specific Autobot.
Several hundred yards to the north, Wheeljack suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, hesitated only long enough to check on the coordinates of the signal, and took off in vehicle mode as fast as he could towards the maintenance shed. He had no idea Deathstrike had just smashed his way into it from the south, nor that Ice was within, having just shot Hornet with a data inhibittor.
All he knew was that Hornet's panic button had gone off, and that meant the little bot was in imminent and mortal danger...
For it was a panic button.
And it was hardwired to one specific Autobot.
Several hundred yards to the north, Wheeljack suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, hesitated only long enough to check on the coordinates of the signal, and took off in vehicle mode as fast as he could towards the maintenance shed. He had no idea Deathstrike had just smashed his way into it from the south, nor that Ice was within, having just shot Hornet with a data inhibittor.
All he knew was that Hornet's panic button had gone off, and that meant the little bot was in imminent and mortal danger...
Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
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*MAIN PROCESSOR UNIT TIMEOUT -- NON-MASKABLE INTERRUPT (NMI)!!!
EMERGENCY REPAIR CIRCUITS EMERGENCY REPAIR SEQUENCE INITIATED
EMERGENCY REPAIR FIRMWARE INOPERATIVE!!!
CONTINUE, ABORT, RESTART?
Crimson was trapped inside her mind, unable to get out. Audio/Visual receptors were gone, she had no connection to what was outside her own head. All she knew was something had triggered the most painful transformation sequence she'd ever felt.
CHECKSUM ERROR!!!
INTERNAL INCONSISTENCY!!!
CONTINUE, ABORT, RESTART?
What was that? Was there something near her? Pressure change? What was happening outside her body?
CONTINUE, ABORT, RESTART?
CONTINUE, ABORT, RESTART?
CONTINUE, ABORT, RESTART?
EMERGENCY REPAIR CIRCUITS EMERGENCY REPAIR SEQUENCE INITIATED
EMERGENCY REPAIR FIRMWARE INOPERATIVE!!!
CONTINUE, ABORT, RESTART?
Crimson was trapped inside her mind, unable to get out. Audio/Visual receptors were gone, she had no connection to what was outside her own head. All she knew was something had triggered the most painful transformation sequence she'd ever felt.
CHECKSUM ERROR!!!
INTERNAL INCONSISTENCY!!!
CONTINUE, ABORT, RESTART?
What was that? Was there something near her? Pressure change? What was happening outside her body?
CONTINUE, ABORT, RESTART?
CONTINUE, ABORT, RESTART?
CONTINUE, ABORT, RESTART?
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