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zigzagger
2012-05-07, 01:22 PM
Selecting Protihex as the staging ground for their planet-wide invasion, an Imperial legion, led by a Matrix-powered Thunderwing, has organized an all-out assault, resulting in heavy casualties on all fronts, neo-Combaticon leader Onslaught among these losses.

Worse, the Liege Centuro has unleashed numerous horrors upon the city-state -- including clones fashioned after the Pretender himself, plagues of Scraplets, Titans, and a synthetic strain of the Hate Plague virus, befalling even the likes of Ultra Magnus.

Ratchet is tasked with the safety of Protihex's surviving civilian population, relocating the Steelhaven to Fortress Maximus' old base deep within the Manganese Mountains. Scared and battle weary, the people look to Groove, Protihex's governor-elect, to guide them through this dark time.

Fortunately, help has arrived from all corners of the globe; from Crystal City, Polyhex, and finally, Iacon, bringing a massive army with them. The tide is quickly changing.

Meanwhile, Cyclonus, Starscream and Optimus Prime are drawn to the Lunatic Fringe, ready to confront the source of this nightmare.

The end is near.

Warcry
2012-05-24, 06:03 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

Starscream looked around, mock-seriously. "He's damned well hidden, then," he said petulantly.

Cyclonus groaned. "If you want, you can go back to base and I'll take care of him myself."

"And let you hog all the glory for yourself? Not likely!"

"Probably for the best," Cyclonus admitted. "You'll be able to tell the story much better than I could, anyway."

Then he reared back and kicked open a door to a seemingly random building, revealing a run-down, abandoned lobby...with a single shiny, new communications console sitting in the middle of it. At the console sat a small, unremarkable robot whose plating was melted and charred with obvious fire damage.

Thunderwing looked up at his two visitors, then practically leaped out of his chair in surprise.

"Really, Thunderwing?" Cyclonus asked him disdainfully. "Did you honestly think you wouldn't be seeing me again?" He charged forward, smashing the communications station with a single swipe of his hands. "Did you honestly think your toys would be enough to protect you from me?"

"Let's find out."

Behind Cyclonus, Starscream screamed like a little girl as two Thunderwing shells stepped out of the shadows, grabbed him by the arms and tossed him down a flight of stairs.

"At last, some privacy," Thunderwing taunted. "It's just you and me, Cyclonus. Well, you and me, and me and me..."

Two more shells emerged, striding straight toward Cyclonus with their hands balled into fists.
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Constructicon Hospital

Scrapper gave the impression of a frown as he answered Darkjet. "Were you people even on Cybertron then?" he asked. "Or are your history books a multiple-choice morass of contradictory backstory?"

He examined Long Haul's work, nodded in satisfaction and said, "Good work. You've obviously been studying."

When Sixshot appeared on-scene Scrapper glowered at his fellow Constructicons for not automatically knowing what they needed to do. "Hook, run a deep subatomic scan and get a good idea of how the plague spores behave. Mixmaster, start a workup on it's molecular structure."
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Battlefield

Sandstorm climbed to his feet, scowling. "Yeah, I could do with some killing," he said. Charging forward, he raised his sandblaster gun and fired it at Phopys .
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Hate Plague Danger zone

Shuttle Gunner chuckled. "I suppose," he said, "it could have been worse. Sandstorm always suggested I change it, but...I'm not sure. I didn't want to, I suppose. I guess I was used to it."

He processed what Tinker said, then agreed. "I suppose it is," he admitted. Then he asked Darkjet, "Would you prefer it if we called you 'Pinkjet'? Because in my experience, most would consider that name much, much worse."
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Fireflight grunted. "Yeah, that's him. Quickswitch. Big green, red and white guy, didn't get along so well with the troops. Suppose that's what you want in a cop, but still...always tried to stay away. Good for me I'm not Slingshot, so he wasn't constantly arresting me for a dozen different things."

He thought about what Blast Off had to say, but he didn't agree. "The difference is, we knew what we were getting into," he told the Combaticon. "You guys? They took you by surprise, and trust me, I know what that's like. Drop an Imperial garrison on us while we're on liberty and we're not going to do any better than you did."
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"They're dead!" Target Hawk shrieked triumphantly. "They're dead, and I helped kill them! Being free from them is all I ever wanted...and you had to come along and ruin it."

He glared at Jackpot.

"For that, you die," he said before he fired his ion pistol.
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Imperial Landing Zone

Skydive watched in horror as a squadron of drones tried to ram his pilots...but his fear was misplaced, as all the Aerialbots evaded their attackers and took another shot at Tidal Wave. Acid Storm's seekers took a more direct approach, Thunderflare sending arcs of lightning toward them while Bootleg fired dozens of blinding flares.
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Sideswipe skidded sideways as they arrived at the first building, turning his rear toward the entrance.

"Get inside!" he yelled to Searchlight as he returned to robot mode. "If the building looks defensible, we're going to fortify this position and hold it."
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Artfire snorted derisively at Springer's apology, then ducked under Barcia, transforming to fire engine mode and charged toward Tidal Wave and his clones, firing roiling balls of flame from his fireball cannon at the massive Decepticons.
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The Demons growled at Pyro, but were evidently too afraid to do anything about him. In fact, they continued to drift away from the Autobot team with fear in their eyes. When Prime move toward them, several of the creatures howled with fear and ran away.

Blackjack
2012-05-24, 06:45 PM
Exterior, Constructicon Field Hospital

(OOC: Mmm, yeah, I kind of thought Fort Max was a bit bigger than his Marvel version but not quite Omega Supreme-sized… I’ll take that into consideration in the fight scenes.)

Road Hugger scowled as he spotted Dark Fleet moving towards them. “Oh, hell.” Turning to Hyperdrive, Detour and Brawl, Road Hugger yelled, “Combaticons… brace yourself!”

“That thing is massive. How do you suppose we can take it down?” Brawl replied, walking up to Road Hugger.

“Afraid of size, Brawl?” Detour asked, actually grinning as he perched on Hyperdrive’s shoulder, who had an equally manic grin on his face. “See, us Micromasters, we’ve been looking up on people our entire lives. This isn’t some out-of-reach Matrix-fueled monster or anything… This is just another guzzler that needs some humbling knocked onto him.”

“Thunderhead, Brimstone, Steamhammer, take whoever’s left and form a perimeter. By no means should that thing reach the Combaticon hospital.” Road Hugger yelled as the other Combaticons came up. “Breacher, Grimstone… you guys follow us.”

Now this, this… a simple fight, albeit against a gigantic behemoth of an enemy, he could deal with. Fortress Maximus and Shockwave may have all the big guns… but damned if Road Hugger was going to let other people fight for him.
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“Sub-mit. And. Live.”

Dark Fleet spoke a single word, his voice deep, and evidently straining just to speak four syllables. The black-and-green Decepticon stood tall, some distance away from the Constructicon Hospital, taking note of the combatants outside and immediately focusing on Fortress Maximus and Shockwave as the largest threats.

The weapons on the giant Imperial’s body clicked to life, as Dark Fleet’s lifeless optics considered the Combaticon insects under him.
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Constructicon Hospital

Moonjet shrugged at Scrapper, “Hey, I only know what they taught me. I mean, we’re Decepticons. I don’t really trust our history books either.”

Long Haul beamed in pride at Scrapper’s praise, optics brightening up as he said a very sincere, very grateful, “Thanks, boss.” It meant the world to Long Haul, being praised for repairing someone, but being the grouch that he was, he didn’t say it. But the tone of his voice would tell those around him what they needed to know.
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Sixshot glared as the commotion outside seemed to get louder. Noise didn’t exactly reach him, but he could tell when someone is preparing for battle. He then turned to look at Hook’s face, distorted by the glass of the isolation chamber, and narrowed his optics.

Typical. People fighting outside… and here he was, stuck inside a glorified glass jar…
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Hook nodded as he operated the machinery, taking a sample of the red spores with mechanical hands inside the isolation chamber. “I am running a deep subatomic scan right now.” The Constructicon surgeon said, inserting a vial full of red spores into a chunk of machinery that he had set up prior to Sixshot’s arrival.

Mixmaster chuckled gleefully as he extracted another sample, and set it on a beaker in a table… and began pouring out differently-coloured chemicals from his mixing wheel, and with the air of a listless madman began to mix and match the chemicals in what would seem to be a haphazard manner, but really was how Mixmaster worked best.

“What is all that racket?” Hook yelled snottily.

Steamhammer peeked in. “Um, Constructicons? There is the mother of giant Imperials coming in our way, and he doesn’t look quite friendly. I mean-“

“What do you expect us to do, go out there as Devastator and fight the giant Cybertronian?” Hook snapped angrily as he proceeded in the steps of a subatomic scan. “What, you expect us to abandon our research of a cure to this Hate Plague in its most critical phase, just to add more manpower to what is a glorified miniature, Imperial version of our far-superior construct, Trypticon? If it’s manpower you need, take Hightower or the Micromasters or someone disposable.”

Steamhammer opened his mouth, then moved out of the facility.

Hook exhaled, and snorted. “Scrapper, Perceptor, it seems that, yes, the Hate Plague derivative is not the techno-organic fungal spore which we had encountered previously, but rather a rather clever replication. It seems that, as Perceptor had theorized, its mechanism involves injection of a viral substitute in order to incite aggression. Unfortunately, it does involve some techno-organic fusion at the very least, which would mean that an Electro-Magnetic Pulse would not be quite as effective.”

“I thought Imps were xenophobic. Why would they use organic fusion?” Mixmaster said.

Hook shrugged. “No pride in their work. Get working and let us find a cure.”
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Hate Plague Danger zone

Tinker nodded sympathetically. “I understand what you feel. And in any case, Shuttle Gunner is quite a good name. Listen, Sandstorm- if that’s your friend back there- he’s in good hands. The best medical hands in our planet. He’s going to be fine.”

Darkjet was silent, then chuckled. “No, I think Darkjet would suit you fine.”

“You sure? Pinkjet is a rather manly name.” Tinker joked. “Skywarp would call you that anyway if he’s still alive…”

Darkjet waggled his wings, then stopped as he saw the giant titans rose in the distance. “Hey, any of you guys see Thunderwing… or… wow. What the hell are those? I don’t even know we managed to even build an army of those. My stupid creator and his madcap inventions…”

“What are those things?” Tinker asked.

“Armada-Class Destroyers, and S-Link Class Destroyers. I mean, I know Afterburner and Skydive are working on something big, but-”
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Blast Off shrugged (or as best he could do while being a space shuttle, anyway). “Heard he had some kind of wacky mental problem. Didn’t really care, gossiping wasn’t really my forte. Vortex loves- loved- that kind of crap, though.”

The Combaticon let out a barking laugh. “I suppose it’s a good thing that they attacked Protihex, wasn’t it? If they attacked Iacon, I sorely doubt everyone would be rushing to your help like this, and we’d all be dead at the end of the day. At least you Autobots stand by your principles.”

Blast Off’s optics, trained to spot things form orbit, spotted the form of Ultra Magnus down below, and Jackpot and Target Hawk nearby. “That’s Magnus.” Blast Off told Fireflight, tone turning serious. “And an Autobot… and a blasted Vortex knockoff. Hated that Bruticus knockoff we saw just now.”
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“Do you think I bloody care? I’ll help kill you! Set you free! I think it’s lucky that you meet me.” Jackpot ducked at the precise moment that the blast shot past his head, and he attempted to kick the gun out of Target Hawk’s hands with a Nucleon-empowered kick.
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Imperial Landing Zone

Searchlight gasped as he let go of Sideswipe and dashed into the building. “I- thanks, guys.”

“Don’t talk, move!” Windcharger snapped, as he raised his arms, raising the nearby debris and launching them at the ground in front of them, creating a makeshift barricade to ward off the Demons. “Come on, Sideswipe, we better get in too.”
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Pyro, gasping to catch his breath, stood tall as he moved beside Optimus Prime. The entire exoskeleton of his chest had been torn apart, as were chunks of his back and his shoulders. One moment earlier he had been convinced that he would die here, that he would die stopping the Demons from getting to Optimus Prime and the Matrix.

It seemed that his last stand worked… or was it Optimus Prime’s Matrix that drove away the Demons? Pyro decided he did not truly care either way, as the tasers on his wrists whined up again, ready to lash out at the Demons should any one of them lunge at Optimus Prime, should the running away be a facade.

He didn’t understand much, he admitted. He didn’t have the knowledge or the wisdom or the strength that his leader have. But he knew that he, at least, had the same convictions.

He would defend his leader with his life.

It was the least he could do.
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Drift nodded sagely.

“I concur, Boss.” The former Decepticon said as he and Electro brought down another Demon together, “And, well, without the Matrix I doubt we could do much, secret sword techniques or otherwise…”

“Might I suggest we help those Decepticons take down one of those… whatever the hell those are?” Electro asked, indicating the Decepticons battling Shockfleet.
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“AAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

With a roar of rage, Springer shot away from Falcon’s headless, tumbling corpse towards where Rotorstorm was battling Bad Boy. The little Autobot kid was at a severe disadvantage… but he did not falter. Did not even scream. Rotorstorm reminded Springer of a younger version of himself, truthfully. The Springer that Cybertron needed.

Cybertron needed heroes like them.

Springer unsheathed his sword, nonchalantly cutting down a Ramjet-Predator in the process. There was some distance before he reached Bad Boy and Rotorstorm, and if the younger Autobot failed to kill the Imperial, Springer would take it upon himself to finish it off.
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As the Omega Sentinel struck at him, Tidal Wave’s braced himself, attempting to dodge… and while the claw did not strike the giant Imperial’s head and crush it (no doubt fatally) it did tear apart a huge chunk of the Imperial’s left shoulder.

Tidal Wave stumbled backwards, and crashed onto the burning ruins of the Imperial shuttles on his back with a loud, resounding “Tidal Waveeee.”

He fired his Tsunami Blasters at the Omega Sentinel.
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Dreadwing glared at Omega Sentinel 02, battling against Tidal Wave, and snorted. He opened fire at the Omega Sentinel, complaining under his breath at Tidal Wave’s incompetence and the Omega Sentinel’s obsoleteness... when Artfire’s fireballs smacked onto his face.

“Oh, please, little insects… you want to play? Play with my idiotic brothers. And- Shockfleet, you complete and utter fool, stop letting those four fossils get the better of you!” Dreadwing snapped. “And you- Tidal Wave- you’re supposed to be the team leader! Falcon goes and dies and you fall to the ground- shame on you!”

Dreadwing raised his arm-cannons and unleashed a stream of supercooled plasma at Artfire, while his shoulder cannons whined up and blasted lightning at the approaching Aerialbots, not differentiating between Aerialbot, Decepticon or Predator.
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Mirage was still standing still, purple eyes unmoving, as near him battle erupted…

That is, until Skydive and Acid Storm’s groups began to open fire at Tidal Wave. Mirage moved then, leaping into the air with surprising speed, and returning fire with the cannons strapped onto his shoulders and arms.

One of the blast hit Darkstream, turning the already-wounded Combaticon into a fireball that tumbled through the battlefield and slammed past the building that Sideswipe and company were hiding in.
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Southeast Border

Volt shrugged at Guzzle, pulling out his sword, which crackled with electricity. “Guess the party is coming this way, huh, Guzzle?”

Shock-Wave’s own giant cannons flipped out from his shoulders, and opened fire with a stream of superheated laser blasts which met the Omega Sentinel’s own twin blasts head on. “Waaaaave.” Shock-Wave chanted.
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Manganese Mountains, Underground Base

Brainstorm looked up to Groove and Ratchet, and smiled, bemused. “Did I scare you guys? Sorry.”

The small Headmaster hopped up onto one of the crates, and looked up into the distance. “There seems to be more resources stashed down that old hangar bay. Is that an Autobot frigate? And a couple of CR chambers…” Brainstorm knelt down to inspect the weaponry, and whistled. “The weapons here are pretty good too. I mean, I’m not Hardhead, but I do know a particle accelerator like this isn’t exactly legal.”

The Headmaster leapt up to a nearby computer system that clearly wasn’t part of the original Manganese Base (it certainly wasn’t dusty enough to be) and booted it up. “Maybe this will give us some answers, huh?” The Headmaster said.

Ulcrain
2012-05-25, 10:01 AM
Trion

With a gush of wind, the Xal-9 came down to Mindsets level. Mindset then walked onto the bridge and sat down on the commander chair.

"Ready where you are, Prowl. I'll follow your every move." Mindset said to Prowl over the comm link.

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Imperial Landing Zone

Bad Boy plunged his trident deeper into Roterstorm. "Die" he snarled until the Turbomasters slip in gun fired at his face.

Luckily for him, the field around the two was able to negatate to blast, mearly sending shrapnel into his face that knocked him out of the sky, sending him crashing to the ground.

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Treds blasted his way through the Demons. "Need some more help?" he asked Pyro. Treds then grined under his faceplate.

This was how the fight was supposed to happen.

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Tidel Wave Battle

Phopys was tossed back by Broadsides axe swing. He then looked up to see Barcia pick himself up and charge before being thrown back by Sandstorm.

Phophys then saw Topspin charge towards to wounded Barcia, the dust obscuring who it was. Phophys then jumped in front of the drills. Barcia was more important than him.

"Run brother! Run!"

With those words, Barcia jumped away as a piller of flame burst out at Topspin and Phophy of Flame fell to the ground, optics cold, dark and lifeless.

Blackjack
2012-05-25, 01:57 PM
Imperial Landing Zone

Rotorstorm's blast knocked Bad Boy out of the sky, and Springer immediately shot down towards Rotorstorm, intent to help the younger Autobot into a controlled landing or stay airborne.

He knew his priorities... the little Imperial was not worth it.

Springer reached out and held Rotorstorm by the arm, steadying him if the wound from the trident should make him dizzy, staying airborne himself by his jet boosters. "Nice work, kid." Springer said approvingly.
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Electro was mildly surprised when Bad Boy fell out of the sky nearby him, but he did not look a gift horse in the mouth. "Drift- Boss- looks like we've got one of their commanders alive over here!" Electro walked over to Bad Boy, and raised his crackling lightsaber over the Imperial.

"Electro, don't-"

"I know, Drift. Sheesh." Electro replied cheerily as he brought the tip of his blade at the fallen Bad Boy's face. "You know, I should gut you right now. I really should. But since I'm an Autobot and all that, I'm going to give you one chance to surrender, Imperial."
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Broadside nodded, growling with angry pleasure as Phopys fell to his and Sandstorm's attacks, and finally finished off by Topspin. "Kill them all, Wreckers. They killed Whirl and Twin Twist- kill them all!"

Broadside raised his plasma pulse gun, and opened fire on the evading Barcia, showing absolutely no qualms at hitting a disoriented enemy.

That was how they killed Twin Twist, and by Primus he was not going to let his friend's killer walk away free, Autobot Code or not.

Chip1123
2012-05-25, 03:08 PM
Topspin grinned, or would have if he wasn't in vehicle mode. The speed he rammed the wounded Phopys with crushed the life from the Imperial just as surely as they had done to Twin Twist.

Topspin took a moment to disengage his armor from his Pophys' dead body, and then transformed. He looked over at Broadside, and then Broadside's target. He raised his gun and fired it at Barcia as well.

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Highbrow took a moment to make sure he had the right coordinates entered, and then locked in on the channel that Perceptor specified. "Beginning jamming sequence momentarily." The jamming signal went out across the specific signal, spreading as far as the broadcaster would carry it. "It should be sufficient to reach across most of the battlefield."

"Thunderwing will, no doubt, perceive what we are doing quickly. He shall try to alter the frequency as often as possible so that we cannot home in on his channel and keep disrupting him. Can you put an algorithm in place to keep scanning for the new channels?" He asked Perceptor. "As they find them, my jamming frequency can auto broadcast over the new channel."

TLB80
2012-05-28, 02:54 PM
Battlefield

"Decepticons! To me!" Archforce shouted at Runabout and Battletrap. Runabout immediately appeared, but Battletrap took a little longer due to having two personalities.

"What-What do we do now?" Battletrap said, his voice distorted by an echo effect.

"What do ya think?" Runabout said. "We blow that thing up! We tear it down!"

"That's correct, Runabout." Archforce said. "Attack!"

With that, the Decepticons resumed blasting at Shockfleet's damaged knee.

Blackjack
2012-05-28, 03:48 PM
Imperial Landing Zone

Shockfleet muttered as he leapt aside to avoid taking the fire from Archforce's team, but it meant that other parts of his frame was hit by the fire instead.

Shockfleet swung around so the massive pieces of hull kibble, arranged somewhat like a cape, would bear the brunt of Archforce's deadly fusion blast, but the rest of the fire tore pockmarks into his armour.

"Shockshockshockshock!" Shockfleet chanted. The three Decepticons were gathered together, and he aimed his shoulder cannons down at Archforce's team, opening fire.

With his arm-mounted cannons he opened fire into the air, trying to take down some of the Aerialbots or Seekers, though he wasn't exactly aiming, and one of the Predators got vaporized by his fire.

TLB80
2012-05-29, 05:26 PM
Imperial Landing Zone

"Scatter!" Archforce shouted as Shockfleet opened fire on the team. He, Runabout and Battletrap's car half managed to jump away just in time to avoid most of the shots, but were still hit by some of them, and Runabout in particular ended up pinned down under some debris. However, Battletrap's helicopter half wasn't as quick, and it was blown apart.

Battletrap's car half suddenly felt a sharp twinge of pain, then another, and then another.

"No. No. No! Why does this have to happen to me? Why must he take me down with him? Why?"

A wave of pain washed over Battletrap, leaving dead circuitry in its wake. Then, everything stopped.

(OOC: Yeah, Battletrap is dead. Sorry Blackjack! :P )

Blackjack
2012-05-30, 12:36 PM
Imperial Landing Zone

(OOC: Battletrap :()

Shockfleet's sensors indicated that one of the energy signatures of the small group of ground-bound Decepticons before him had been snuffed out. "Shockshockshock!" The large Imperial growled in delight, before opening fire at Archforce, judging him to be the greater threat as opposed to the stationary Runabout.

optimusskids
2012-05-31, 06:15 AM
Battlefield


Overdrive swooped down alongside Broadside firing at the Imperials.

~*~

Scoop fired at the Imperials with his 2 targetmasters.##

TLB80
2012-06-01, 06:33 PM
Imperial Landing Zone

Archforce heard Shockfleet opening fire again, and tried to evade as best as his bulky form would allow him. However, he was not quick enough, and one of Shockfleet's shells reduced his left arm to a twisted mess of metal and wires. Energon leaked from where shrapnel had pierced his armour. Plainly, he was in bad shape. A thought about giving up ran through his mind, but he quickly discarded it.

Megatron would not have given up. Megatron would have kept going.

All his life Archforce had compared himself to Megatron. He had rebuilt himself to resemble him. Now Megatron was gone.

Archforce roared. This Imperial would not destroy him. He took aim at Shockfleet's damaged knee with his fusion cannon, charged it, and fired.

Warcry
2012-06-04, 04:14 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Scrapper gave Long Haul an understanding nod, then gave Moonjet a look of approval. "Well...good," he told the Imperial. "I wish more youth were as skeptical as you when it comes to what their masters want them to believe. Too many people only learn after the fact that they've been fed lies to make them do what people like Megatron or Thunderwing want them to do."

He heard Hook's report, but didn't respond. Though he'd never say it, he trusted the other Constructicon to supervise the plague research -- if he hadn't, he'd never have asked him to do it.

After making a few more connections, he waved Nightstick over and said, "I'm almost done. You see those two connectors at the base of his skull?"

"...yes," the Nebulan told him. "And for the record, I don't like where this is going. I'm not doing any brain surgery."

"You misunderstand," Scrapper said. "You're not doing surgery on anything. They're fused in place, and I can't get them out without causing serious damage to the surrounding equipment. You, on the other hand, can. Transform and hit them with a low-intensity blast from your oxidizing laser."

"You...want me to rust a hole in his brain?"

"Yes," Scrapper told him. "A very small, very precise hole. Quickly, please."

"I, uh...sure," Nightstick told him as he transformed. "You'll need to hold me, though."
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Battlefield

"Cool it," Sandstorm warned Broadside. "We're here to do a job. Revenge doesn't enter into it. You can miss Twin Twist and Whirl once we get back to Debris. Going crazy is only going to make sure that we need to add you to the memorial wall along with them."

Although he shot at Barcia too, because...well, why wouldn't he? The Imperials were still enemies, and even if he didn't want to fly into a rage he still wanted to shoot them.
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

"His odds are small," Shuttle Gunner told Tinker. "But I agree. When I saw that Scrapper was working on him, I revised his survival estimates up by eight percent. He is, as you say, an excellent medic."

He scanned the ground around him, then said, "No, I have not see Thunderwing since we departed. However, it appears that one of those giants are heading for the hospital. Considering our friends are there, I think we're obliged to help defend it."
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Fireflight couldn't disagree with Blast Off. "No, they probably wouldn't," he admitted. "Although that would be made up for by the dozens of Dark Guardians they'd have to fight their way through to get to the city."

He looked where the Combaticon was indicating and said, "Magnus is all red. That's bad. Don't know the other Autobot, or the 'Con."
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Target Hawk no-sold Jackpot's kick, absorbing it without dropping his gun or showing any noticeable distress.

"No," he told the Autobot. "Your luck just ran out."

He punched at the Autobot with his free hand, his tail rotor popping out and starting to spin like a buzzsaw along the way.
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Imperial Landing Zone

Skydive dodged incoming fire from Shockfleet, then fired a barrage from his nega-gun at the Imperial's main guns' barrels. He hoped to deform them, so that they would explode when they were next fired.
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Acid Storm groaned as yet another of the Imperial ships rose up to attack them, killing one of the Combaticons he'd been flying with.

"Seriously?" he asked Mirage incredulously. "Seriously? You guys are practically the last ones left of the Imperial army. What are you still fighting for? Go away!"

He fired hyperion blasts at the ground the larger Transformer was standing on, trying to make his footing unsteady.
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Sideswipe dove into the building through a window, purely for dramatic effect.

"Searchlight, find a good spot to shoot from and start killing Demons!" He fired out the window, using kinetic slugs rather than energy weapons that would only empower the creatures more. "Windcharger, keep doing what you're doing!"
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The Lunatic Fringe

Starscream fired up the stairwell, his upgraded null rays stunning the two Thunderwing shells long enough that he was able to transform and hit them with cluster bombs. Then he blasted past them at full burn, transformed back to robot mode and shot them in the back with another volley. The force of his attack pitched them forward and sent them tumbling down the stairs themselves.

Cyclonus, for his part, ignored the two shells coming for him. Vaulting over the desk that separated himself from Thunderwing, he grabbed the smaller Decepticon by the throat and choke-slammed him into the floor. Then he effortlessly hefted him up and drove him into the wall.

"This ends now!"

Blackjack
2012-06-05, 05:45 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Moonjet shrugged. "In my defense regarding listening Thunderwing... it's either 'follow or blasted into atoms for amusement'. I was... you know, following orders and all that... wait wait wait wait- you're going to rust my brain?"

Long Haul sighed. "We've got to make do with those idiot Micromasters slacking off. Usually we'll get one of them to use a microscalpel or something, but since they're cooling off somewhere... Bonecrusher'll probably squish them if he hears about this." Long Haul shot of a winning look at Moonjet. "Don't worry, jet boy. It'll be fine. We improvise like this all the time."

A small explosion attracted Long Haul's attention, and the Constructicon turned around to see Mixmaster's chemistry set having blown up (again), while nearby Hook shook his head in disdain.
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Battlefield

"Oh, it's one of those sweet times where the job and revenge coincide, Sandy." Broadside growled, "It's not one of those 'if we kill him Prowl will court-martial our afts' things. And, well, I don't intend to go onto the memorial wall any time soon."

Broadside continued opening fire at Barcia.
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

"Only eight percent? You haven't met the Constructicons for long, have you?" Tinker chuckled. "They're crazy, the lot of them. But they're miracle workers inbetween blowing up chemistry sets and using corpses to make makeshift barricades."

"Yes, Shuttle Gunner. Though I doubt the three of us can do much... we can at least distract him." Darkjet said, and transformed into robot mode, pulling out his missile launcher. "DARK MISSILE LAUNCHER!"

"Must you say that?" Tinker asked as he swooped down for a strafing run, firing tranquilizer-tipped darts at Dark Fleet.

"Voice activated. Specific wording voice activated." Darkjet muttered. "Xal, I hate Skydive."
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Blast Off chuckled. "Somehow I think those giant battleship things that appeared suddenly in the distance is the endgame for your Omega Guardians. Probably why they didn't show up until this late in the battle... they were preparing to move to Iacon. Guess Thunderwing never thought we'd mobilize against the Warworld and Protihex that quickly."

"Speaking of the Warworld, I'm surprised it hasn't fired and burnt Iacon up yet. Whoever's sent up there must be doing a damn good job."

Blast Off snorted. "The 'Con's a Vortex knockoff... which means there is a camo-coloured-me somewhere in the battlefield. What do we do? Short of mercy-killing them, which for the record I am against."
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"I make my own luck, 'Con." Jackpot snarled at Target Hawk, trying to dodge the buzzsaw. Nucleon enhanced his senses. On a good day, even point-blank it wouldn't be much of a threat.

However, this was not a good day, and his brain was addled by the Hate Plague.

Target Hawk's rotors slashed a deep gouge into Jackpot's face, sending him tumbling backwards onto the ground.
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Breakdown whimpered. "Hun-Grrr? Are we- are we there yet?"
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Imperial Landing Zone

Shockfleet growled as Skydive's nega-gun slammed onto the cannons on his shoulders. Archforce's fusion blasts slammed onto his knee, and Skyburst added in his own missiles into the mix, which slammed onto Shockfleet's hull.

Shockfleet aimed at Skydive and Archforce, and opened fire.

The shoulder cannons, however, due to Skydive's nega-guns, overheated and blew up straight in Shockfleet's face, sending the surprised Imperial tumbling backwards in surprise. The sudden movement was too much for his wounded knee, which, with a sickening crack, bent away at an awkward angle to Shockfleet.

The Imperial scrabbled at the ground, attempting to find footing. "Shockshockshockshock-"
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Mirage moved his head slowly and glared at Acid Storm, not saying anything. It was not clear whether he was simply too stupid to say, or did not think that the Seeker's question merited answering. His eyes, however, looked dangerously intelligent compared to Shockfleet or the others, which suggested anything but the former.

The ground around Mirage's feet was torn apart by the hyperion cannons, but Mirage did not move or topple.

A short distance away, another Mirage appeared and opened fire at Acid Storm, while the Mirage that the Seeker had been firing at shimmered and disappeared.
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"Show off!" Windcharger snapped at Sideswipe good-naturedly as he zipped in, continuing to send whatever he could find to block or pummel the enroaching Demons.

"Got it." Searchlight crawled towards one of the windows in the building (not an easy thing to do with damaged feet) and pulled out his weapon, setting it for conventional bullets and opened fire. He wasn't as good a shot as Sideswipe, but at least he was helping out.

TLB80
2012-06-06, 05:49 PM
Imperial Landing Zone

Archforce laughed. He had succeeded, and now the Imperial was struggling to stand. Destroying him would be a simple matter now.

He pulled out his gun, and fired several diversionary shots at the Imperial's chest. He followed this up by taking aim with his fusion cannon again, this time at Shockfleet's head. He had to make this shot count: the cannon was never intended to be fired so often within such a short period of time.

He steadied himself, and fired at Shockfleet's head.

Warcry
2012-06-10, 05:04 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Scrapper chuckled at Moonjet's fear. "No, silly. Am I currently wrist-deep in your skull? I'm going to rust fake-Brawl's brain."

Nightstick cut in. 'Well, actually, I am."

"Right, right. Technicalities." Scrapper held Nightstick up with his free hand, aiming him at the damaged section of brain.

When Mixmaster's test tubes exploded, Scrapper glared over at him, snapping, "Be more careful! What if you'd had Hate Plague spores in there?"
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Battlefield

Sandstorm shook his head at Broadside's recklessness. "Whatever. But if you die, I'll tell your corpse 'I told you so'."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Shuttle Gunner groaned. "Is it at all possible that you could whisper?" he asked Darkjet. "Or perhaps scavenge a weapon from one of the fallen?"

The Battle Gaia gunner seemed to hum as his internal capacitors charged up to full power. It would take a few seconds before he was ready to fire.

"I'm not a fighter jet and I don't have a rapid-fire weapon," he said as he started climbing higher in the atmosphere, "so it would be preferable if you didn't attract too much attention to us."
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"Didn't even realize they could do that," Fireflight said in response to Blast Off's question about why Iacon was still standing. Then the Aerialbot scoffed. "Well I'm sure not killing our own people," he told Blast Off, "so don't worry about that. And I doubt we could anyway. I mean, us against Magnus? No thanks. And that Sideswipey guy looks kinda scary too."

He thought for a few seconds. "Um...I've got a photon displacer. I guess I can blind them? Not sure if it'll help, but maybe I can do that and then we could knock them out? Do you have a stunner, or an ion gun, or something?"
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"Really? Looks like you made the bad kind." Target Hawk crowed victoriously as he cut up Jackpot's face, before he pressed his attack and sliced down at the Autobot's midsection.
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Imperial Landing Zone

Skydive didn't give Shockfleet the chance to recover, firing nega-gun blasts at his shoulders and hips in the hope that he would tear his own joints off trying to climb back to his feet. Or at the very least, slow him down enough that Archforce could deliver a coup de grace.
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Acid Storm got one of his wings clipped by the second Mirage's attacks, and bit back a curse.

"Oh, so you're one of those, are you?" Instead of firing down at the newly-appeared Transformer, he climbed and headed toward cloud-seeding altitude. "Well, I have ways to deal with that."
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Sideswipe grinned. "Runs in the family," he told Windcharger. "Just be happy that I'm not trying to wrestle a fighter jet or play chicken with a tank, for once."

He let off a burst of machine gun fire, tearing open the chest of a demon that got too close to the building for comfort.

"How you holding up?" he asked Searchlight. "I don't know how long it'll be before we can get you to a medic."
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The Warworld -- Three months ago

"Submit to me!"

Thunderwing glared down at the Matrix, frustration and hatred burning in his optics.

"I seized you for my own. By all rights, I am your master. Do as I command!"

No.

Thunderwing winced as the voice cut directly into his brain, sending sharp spikes of pain shooting through his cerebral cortex.

"This is my destiny!" Thunderwing slammed his fist into the wall. "I've spent my whole life fighting for this, for you. What gives you the right to deny me, to deny the one who has struggled and yearned for centuries in favour of some Unicron-born pup?"

You do not understand. It was a different voice this time, louder and deeper.

"You keep saying that!" Thunderwing threw his hands up into the air in frustration. "You keep saying that, but how am I to understand if you won't explain yourself?"

You don't have the capacity to understand. Thunderwing recognized that voice. It was Galvatron.

"I have more capacity than you could dream of," he shot back. "I used Unicron's soul as a tool, and I had the willpower to discard it when he tried to assert himself."

Revisionist history. We were there, watching. You were a puppet. Nothing more.

"You were--" Thunderwing scoffed. "You were nowhere to be seen! You were rotting inside Gigatron, hiding and forcing him to build a new Megatron for some insane reason."

We wanted unity, one of the voices said.

But it was a miscalculation, added another.

Your people weren't ready, said a third.

"But we are now?"

Perhaps.

"I have an army," Thunderwing said. "A band of minions who will follow me into death, if I ask it. I can bring unity to Cybertron. We can. Together."

Yes, one of the voices said.

And no.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Thunderwing demanded.

You will bring peace, one voice said.

But not how you think you will, another added.

"How am I supposed to do what you want," Thunderwing snapped in frustration, "if all you're ever going to do is talk in riddles? Just tell me what you want."

No.

We won't tell you.

We will show.

Thunderwing was about to ask what they meant when a bolt of purple lightning shot from the Matrix. It slammed into his chest, burning through every circuit and shaking his body like a leaf in the wind. He lay there, on the ground, quivering with pain for he knew not how long. But when the Pretender finally felt the strength return to his limbs, when he was finally able to rise to his feet again...

...he knew.

With a determined look on his face, Thunderwing took the Decepticon Matrix and slipped it into his chest. Then he walked over to the intercom and summoned his senior officers.

There was much work to be done.
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The Lunatic Fringe -- Now

Starscream fired his null rays again, stunning the shells that were trying to grab Cyclonus from behind as he brutalized their owner.

Cyclonus slammed Thunderwing into the floor again, growling, "Give it up, Pretender! The war is over. Your soldiers are all either dead or defected. Your superweapons are being reverse-engineered and shut down, and you can't hope to beat us. Hand over the Matrix and I'll let you spend the rest of your life rusting away in a penal colony instead of killing you outright."

But Thunderwing didn't answer. If he felt the pain, he didn't show it. He just seemed to stare off into the distance, muttering, "This isn't what you said would happen. Not this. Not like this."

"He's lost it," Starscream snarked. "Just finish him and be done with it."

Cyclonus set his jaw. "That might not be a bad idea," he admitted as he drew his oxidizing laser.

Blackjack
2012-06-24, 04:32 PM
Constructicon Hospital

"Oh." Moonjet replied to Scrapper, a bit mollified. "Okay then."

Long Haul was standing nearby, watching the procedure with big puppy eyes, eager, oh so very eager. Partly because it involved shooting a blast of oxidizing chemicals into someone's brain.
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"Exactly! What an incompetent fool you are!" Hook snapped, adding to Scrapper's remark.

"You know, I did have the Hate Plague spores in here..." Mixmaster said, a worried frown coming across his face, which, in itself, worried Hook. Mixmaster seldom showed any emotion but anger and rabid giddiness, for worry to actually enter the equation...

Mixmaster raised his hands and observed them, and Hook's hand reached away from his equipment for his laser pistol. He did not want to kill Mixmaster, but better to knock him out and stuff him beside Sixshot rather than-

"Huh, so my crazy concoction killed the viral-spores. Wasn't entirely sure it would work. Honestly." Mixmaster said, grinning manicly. "Not much use when the spores are hiding inside a Transformer's body, but at least we know we can kill them."

Hook rolled his optics as he moved his hands away from the pistol. "You were supposed to be studying the makeup of the spores. Not trying to melt them."

"Meh."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

"Voice and volume activated." Darkjet answered Shuttle Gunner. "And, uh... scavenge..."

Tinker sighed and tossed Darkjet a pistol. "Use mine."

Darkjet nodded, and opened fire with the pistol. "Doesn't have the same oomph as dark missile launchers." Darkjet said forlornly.

"I don't know about you, but I'm with Shuttle on this one. I don't fancy getting blown up by that big scary buddy of yours."
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Blast Off shrugged. Then peered down at Magnus and company, before replying to Fireflight. "That guy, the one you say look like Sideswipe, I think I know who he is. He's the leader of the Stormtroopers... not the Star Wars kind. Some kind of crack off-Earth raiding team. It's only the leader you should be scared of, though. Named Wrath or Rage or something."

Blast Off shook his head. "My armaments are all strictly sniper guns and stuff, made to burn holes through people's skulls (OOC: unless I forgot something, in which case feel free to call Blast Off out) but I guess we could blind them, buy them some time before they murder each other."
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"Oh, I really don't think that's the case, Vortex boy." Jackpot replied to Target Hawk as he rolled on the ground, the Decepticon's strike clanging onto the debris-filled ground.

Jackpot picked up a discarded limb from the ground and tossed it at Target Hawk as he got to his feet.

A familiar visage re-entered Jackpot's vision, and the hate-engulfed Autobot yelled out a stupid challenge. "Yo Magnus! You too scared to fight me?"
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Imperial Landing Zone

"Oh, but I won't, Sandy. You know that." Broadside said as he continued to open fire at Barcia. "We should be taking out the giants. These small fries aren't really going anywhere."
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Shockfleet growled as Skydive's nega-blast warped his shoulders, while Archforce's blasts tore apart his chest. Small explosions blossomed in Shockfleet's chest, and the Imperial could only make out a grunt, before Archforce's fusion blast slammed square into Shockfleet's face, blowing apart the Decepticon's head outwards, sending horns, faceplate and optics falling apart everywhere.

The stump of the head sparked, before the multiple blasts caused another explosion, leaving a gaping hole in Shockfleet's torso.
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Mirage merely narrowed his optics, very calm. His faceplate was almost angled into a mocking sneer.

"Acid hurts me not." Mirage hissed. "Built to sail on all seas. Waste not your time. Come to your death."
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Dreadwing sighed morosely as he continued to open fire randomly.
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Windcharger chuckled at Sideswipe. "Jet judo, eh? You've got to teach me that sometime. It's awesome." Windcharger swung his arms, and sent a crate flying and slamming onto another Demon.

"I- Energon flow to wounds, well, I've cut them off." Searchlight told Sideswipe. "Don't worry about me. I'm- well, I'm not a rookie. Not so much now."

TLB80
2012-06-26, 04:56 PM
Imperial Landing Zone

A faint smile formed on Archforce's face as Shockfleet finally fell. However, his joy was short-lived, as he then turned towards Runabout.

Runabout's leg was trapped under the wreckage of Battletrap's helicopter mode. "Got...to...MOVE!" he screamed, as he tried to move the wreckage. Archforce limped over to Runabout, reached under the wreckage, and lifted it, allowing Runabout to move away. The Battlecharger tried to stand up, but quickly fell down again due to his crushed leg.

Archforce dropped the wreckage, then fell to his knees. Energon bled from his many wounds. His optics flickered on-and-off.

(OOC: No, he isn't dying...)

Warcry
2012-06-27, 03:59 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Scrapper chuckled as he worked the chip out of Sandstorm's head.

"Almost done," he told Moonjet. "Long Haul, please hand me the thermal grease and the replacement component."

Then he said to Mixmaster, "Can you do it without the exploding? Because we can explode the infected already."

Nightstick, now back in robot mode, sat on the table and watched the Constructicon work.
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Battlefield

Sandstorm shook his head. "You, maybe," he told Broadside. "But I'm not going anywhere either. Or did you forget that whole 'both of my alt-modes are wrecked' thing?"
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Shuttle Gunner actually laughed. "It sounds like your Skydive wanted to get you killed," he observed. "I'm not sure you had very good friends, Darkjet."

His capacitors finished charging, he fired a titanic gamma ray blast down at the nearest of the giant Imperials.
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"It's better than nothing," Fireflight told Blast Off as he started firing his photon displacer down at Magnus. The giant Autobot immediately started firing up into the air, but his shots were so randomly aimed that it was clear he couldn't see at all.

"Uh...maybe you could use those fancy sniper guns to burn holes through people's guns? Just this once?"
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Target Hawk batted the broken limb out of the air, then pulled one of his sniper rifles. When Jackpot turned his attention to Ultra Magnus, the Decepticon snapped the weapon up to his shoulder, sighted down the barrel and fired a shot at Jackpot's centre of mass.
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Imperial Landing Zone

"Good shooting!" Skydive called to Archforce.

But the Aerialbot leader didn't allow himself any time to enjoy Shockfleet's defeat. Pulling up, he designated Dreadwing as his next target and accelerated toward him, loosing his missiles as soon as he had a firing solution.
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Acid Storm didn't take Mirage's threats very seriously. "Do you know how many of your Imperial buddies have said things like that to me today?" he asked. "I'm still here, and I'm not going anywhere until long after you've turned to rust."

Switching to missiles, he fired a full spread of corrosive warheads...not at the giant, but at the ground on which he stood.

"Say," he asked conversationally, "just how heavy do you suppose you are, anyway?"
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Sideswipe scoffed. "It's really not," he told Windcharger. "Actually, it's a really good way to get your aft kicked."

"Sounds like you're toughening up," he added in Searchlight's direction, being completely unaware of what the other Autobot had gone through while he was offline. "You'll do fine."
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The Lunatic Fringe

Cyclonus drew his gun, aiming it at Thunderwing's chest.

"Give up the Matrix," he told the Pretender, "and I'll make this quick. Otherwise I'm going to burn a hole right through you and tear it out."

Thunderwing just laughed. "You still don't understand, do you? It never wanted you, Cyclonus! You were just a puppet! Just a tool that it used to free itself from that monstrous fusion of Galvatron and Megadeath! You've fought so long and hard -- for what? For a bauble that will toss you away when it's finished with you, just like it's trying to do to me?"

"You're wrong," Cyclonus told him. "I've touched the Decepticon Matrix. I know it all too well. I know what it wants...and I know that we'll never be free as long as it's pulling our strings."

Thunderwing's face turned into a mask of shock. Moments later, Starscream's did as well.

"You can't...you can't be serious!" Starscream shrieked. "Think of the power you would be throwing away!"

"Power means nothing when you're just a vessel of something greater than you," Cyclonus told him, not taking his eyes off of Thunderwing for a second. "The only true power is that which you have earned. Has your life of failures taught you nothing, Starscream?"

"Oh, absolutely." Starscream shot Cyclonus in the chest with his null rays, then knocked him away and grabbed at Thunderwing. "It's taught me to know when to seize an opportunity!"

His fingers started clawing at Thunderwing's chest, trying to tear it open.

"The Matrix, the Decepticons, Cybertron -- they're all mine!"

Blackjack
2012-06-28, 02:12 PM
Constructicon Hospital

"But explosions are fun! You can't seriously considering an experiment where there isn't at least three separate explosions!" Mixmaster pouted.

"I swear, Mix, if there is a second explosion I'm going to go over there and shove the spores down your nose." Long Haul muttered as he handed Scrapper the grease and the replacement part.

"That would be counterproductive, transport boy, wouldn't it?" Mixmaster asked. "Cause that'll infect me and you and create another spread of the Hate Plague."

Hook shook his head in obvious annoyance and the sound of fingers banging the keyboard coming from his workstation became louder and louder, trying to block out the sheer unprofessionalism that was coming out of two of his Constructicon comrades.
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"You have to deal with this everyday?" Moonjet asked Scrapper.

"Pretty much." Long Haul shrugged. "You should see this if Bonecrusher was up and running."
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Near the Hospital

"Skydive is not my friend." Darkjet replied to Shuttle Gunner. "He was my creator. I harbour no... no positive association with Skydive."

"Guys, get ready to go evasive." Tinker warned Darkjet and Shuttle Gunner. "Soon he's going to notice we're shooting blasts of, eh, 'dark missile launcher!' down at him."
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Tinker's tranquilizer darts pinged off Dark Fleet's hull, but Darkjet's Dark Missile and Shuttle Gunner's gamma blast slammed into the back of the giant's head.

However, when the smoke cleared it was clear that the attack did nothing but scorch the thick armour of the behemoth. Dark Fleet's attention, however, was diverted away from Fortress Maximus and the Combaticons, and he turned around ever so slightly, the anti-aircraft turrets on his body aiming at the three little jets and opening fire.
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

"I'll probably burn a hole through people's hands, more likely. The radius of my beam attacks aren't that small. To, uh, you know, kill." Blast Off told Fireflight. "Decepticon weapon and everything. Never bothered to change it. Should have."

Blast Off snorted. "So, who first? Magnus, the Stormtrooper, Vortex knockoff or the Jazz lookalike?"
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Jackpot realized Target Hawk moving for his rifle, and he lurched forwards, but even his luck couldn't move him faster than a blast of energy. While Target Hawk's blast did not hit Jackpot in the torso or abdomen, the fact that it was aimed at Jackpot's center of mass meant that Jackpot's movement -- in any direction -- would also mean that the shot has a significant chance of hitting him.

And hit him, the shot did.

Jackpot roared as the side of his hip burst open by the blast, sending him spinning through the air and crashing facedown onto the ground.
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Imperial Landing Zone

"Did you forget the whole 'giant alternate modes' thing?" Broadside asked Sandstorm. "Or is widdle Sandy too proud to hitch a piggyback ride with the big boys?"
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"You know, I hated that idiot Shockfleet. I would thank you, but I hate- HEY!" Dreadwing snarled as the missiles slammed onto the ground around him, one of them slamming against his chest.

Dreadwing snarled. "Okay, you know what? Enough talking."

The large Imperial swung his shoulder cannons into the sky and opened fire, sending several missiles flying into the air.
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"Many, I bet." Mirage replied to Acid Storm with a tone that suggests they were having a conversation. "And, no, I do not think any of them turn into battleships that are capable of withstanding Mercury or Acidic seas, mm?"

Mirage frowned as the corrosive missiles slammed onto the ground around him. He sighed in disapproval. Did this Seeker not understand his admonishment? He would have to kill him quickly-

Ah.

"Clever insect." Mirage said with actual sincerity, before the ground around him broke apart, and he fell down onto the sublevels of underground Protihex.
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Windcharger shrugged. "Looks pretty cool, nonetheless. Hah!" Windcharger raised his hands up, and a girder shot out of the ground to slam onto a Demon's chin, breaking the unfortunate creature's teeth.

"Thanks." Searchlight replied to Sideswipe. He was starting to get recognized, instead of being known as 'one of those tagalong kids that went with Goldbug'...

zigzagger
2012-06-30, 09:29 AM
Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Fortress Maximus took to the air and shot towards Dark Fleet. The large Autobot held out in his photon rifle in front of him, while his arm-mounted batteries whirled loudly, charged to full capacity.

Shockwave raced alongside the Headmaster in his respective laser gun form.

As they drew upon the massive Imperial - whose size and appearance was not much unlike that of Tidal Wave - they unleashed a powerful and deadly combination of photon charges and electromagnetic blasts.

...And if they were unable to destroy Dark Fleet, at very least Shockwave and Fortress Maximus's assault would impede its movement and prevent its approach to the field hospital.

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Constructicon Field Hospital

Perceptor nodded. "Oh, yes, of course. I shall keep a proverbial eye on all channels," he told Highbrow. "In the meantime, I know of a few people who might find this new-found knowledge intriguing."

The science officer then placed his finger to his audio receptor, opened a com channel, and waited for a reply.

Pointblank gave a quizzical expression. "Um -- Who are you calling?"

Perceptor looked back at him crossly. "Why, who else." He shook his head. "Honestly...."
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Imperial Landing Zone

As the last remaining Demons scrambled away, Optimus Prime remained typically steadfast, his energon axes still deployed and waiting.

When it was clear that the golden creatures had dispelled - perhaps returning to whatever cage they were unleashed from - the Autobot Leader shifted his gaze down at Pyro, who had insisted on remaining at the Prime's side.

Optimus sighed. "Pyro -- you disobeyed me," he said. "But, thank you." His voice was kind, yet authoritative.

But, before he could gently berate the younger Autobot further, the Matrix-bearer was alerted to an incoming transmission. He disengaged his axes and took the call.

"Prime here."

"Optimus? Wonderful," Perceptor answered on the other line. "There is some information I wish to impart upon you, courtesy of myself, of course, and Highbrow. Information that I am transmitting to you now."

Prime stood silent as he processed the data that the science officer streamed directly to his CPU. It was a quick read -- a simple series of figures, the meaning of which the Autobot Leader understood.

"Coordinates?"

"Correct. And I strongly advise you make use of them. Quickly, before our elusive target relocates."

"Understood. Good work, Perceptor," he replied. "Carry on and inform me of any changes in his position -- And pass this information on to Prowl. Tell him that I want a unit on standby."

Optimus closed out his comlink and immediately looked to the landing zone, where his Autobots continued to repel the Imperial forces -- and where, nearby, an Omega Sentinel and Tidal Wave were clashing.

The same was no doubt happening throughout Protihex. The sounds and smells death and destruction was everywhere.

He fought the urge to join his Autobots -- his brothers and his friends. To be with them in their darkest hour.

"No -- This ends now," he whispered. "Pyro," Optimus then raised his voice. "Remain here and hold the line. Your comrades need you -- Do not follow me," he sternly added. "That is an order."

The Autobot Leader crouched down -- then quickly sprung back up, igniting the thrusters at his feet to shoot up into the air and bound across the battlefield.

(OOC: You know...like the Incredible Hulk. Ahem, what? :glance:)

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With Tidal Wave sent crashing down into the ruins of the Imperial dropships, the Omega Sentinel advanced a few gigantic paces and pulled its claw back, readying to deliver the killing blow.

Naturally, the equally enormous Imperial retaliated, once more unleashing its 'Tsunami Blaster". It connected, burning clear through the Guardian Robot's right shoulder, tearing the giant cannon-arm from the Sentinel's body and bringing it heavily down into the ground.

Though it registered the damage it had sustained - which was notably severe - it was nonetheless unable to override its objective. In a swift motion, it drove its claw down with all its weight onto the fallen Tidal Wave...

---

Rotorstorm staved off stasis lock, if only for the sake of machismo and to save face. Bad Boy hurt him - he hurt him good.

...Still, he wasn't about to refuse Springer's assist either.

"Huh? Whu? Y-you were watchin' me?" he wearily answered. "That's pretty cool..."

He felt unconsciousness slipping in, but shook himself out of it. "It totally hurt, but I got 'im dead on -- right in his mug. You saw that, didn't ya? I think I did. I got 'im, didn't I?"
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Southeast Border

As Omega Sentinel 02 continued to meet "Shock-Wave's" barrage with its own, Guzzle stood by, along with the other Autobots at the southeast border and watched the light show.

After all, what else could they do?

From the corner of his optic, Guzzle saw Volt eagerly unsheathe his sword and activate it. He chuckled. "Heh. And whaddaya think you're gonna do with that?"
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Manganese Mountains, Underground Base

Ratchet looked to the CR chambers that Brainstorm had indicated and nodded approvingly. "Mm-hm, we definitely have use for those."

"We could use the extra rations as well," Groove added.

The Steelhaven Captain's moved his optics to the terminal that Brainstorm had found, who was already typing away at it.

He frowned. "Mmm. Be careful. For all we know, the previous user might of set up a few surprises for us."

Ratchet moved closer and stood behind the chair facing the monitor. "So, any idea who did this?"

Blackjack
2012-07-02, 05:56 PM
Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Dark Fleet's distraction at Darkjet's group cost him. Fortress Maximus and Shockwave had mounted their attack against him.

While the Combaticons and Decepticons' firepower had been negligible, Shockwave and Maximus were serious threats.

Dark Fleet raised his arms, the large panels attached to them expanding slightly, and Maximus' photon charges slammed against them, creating tiny craters where they landed. Shockwave's electromagnetic blasts, likewise, melted off a chunk of Dark Fleet's arm shield.

The Combaticons' fire pinged off Dark Fleet's armour.

"Fleet."

Dark Fleet's shoulders cracked open, and two cannons similar to Tidal Wave's charged up and opened fire at the largest available target -- Fortress Maximus. Meanwhile, the anti-aircraft turrets began tracking Shockwave, Shuttle Gunner's group and the ground-bound Combaticons and opening fire.
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"Target the cannons." Road Hugger told the Combaticons with him, rising his Scrapmaker and unleashing a stream of high-velocity slugs at Dark Fleet's cannons. "With guns that big, he doesn't need to reach the hospital to damage it."

"Run- he's shooting mortars at us!" Detour yelled. "Our guns are too little to do any damage."

Brawl and Hyperdrive aimed their respective weapons up at Dark Fleet, launching tank shells and RPGs at the giant, but they made even less of an impact compared to Fortress Maximus or Shockwave.
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Imperial Landing Zone

Pyro looked up at Optimus Prime, part of him abashed by the fact that the Autobot leader had chided him, another part fiercely proud that he had stood and fought instead of running away.

"I can't let you fight those things alone, Optimus Prime." Pyro replied. "I mean, no one's doubting your strength. But I can't in good conscience watch as you fight overwhelming odds alone."

Prime then answered a call, and Pyro took the time to assess his multiple wounds. His battle platform was gone, and his back, chest and limbs all had pieces torn out.

But he can't look weak, not in front of Optimus.

Optimus then addressed him again, and he willed himself to stand even straighter, despite the pain. "Yes sir. I will hold the line."

Just like that, and Optimus Prime was gone, no doubt off to go and handle another crisis on the battlefield.

Without Optimus watching him, Pyro allowed himself to succumb to the pain and drop to his knees. Pyro reached out with his left hand and clutched his torn abdomen.

His vision became blurry.

No.

He could still fight, just a while longer.

Optimus Prime could, so could he.

Resolve and sheer will pushing him forward, Pyro stood up on one knee, forced his optics to focus, took aim and continued to fire upon the Imperials.

Just for a little while longer.
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"Nigiri!" Drift yelled as he slashed through a Demon with a whirl of his three swords. Drift then landed on the ground and shrugged at the lack of enemies. "Electro, Boss, looks like the Demons have been driven off... in the general vicinity, at least."

"Oh, it's not like there is a shortage of targets. Look at those big giant things! Let us go!" Electro whooped as he transformed into his alternate mode, shooting off, ramming the Imperial ground troops nearby.

Drift looked at Boss, shrugged, and followed Electro.
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"Tidal Wave."

The giant Imperial, like the Omega Sentinel, cared not for the damage he had wrought. He was not able to avoid the strike, not at that distance and at his position, and grunted as the Omega Sentinel's claw slammed onto the left side of his chest, tearing through his thick armour and into the circuits within.

"Tidal Wave-"

The behemoth growled as he registered the pain, but his Tsunami Blasters whined up and opened fire at the Omega Sentinel at their close range, whilst his good arm lashed out, grabbing the claw and forcing the Omega Sentinel to stay in place.
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Springer nodded as he lowered Rotorstorm and himself gently to the ground near Artfire.

Springer smiled. Rotorstorm reminded him so much of Springer himself when he was younger. Idealistic, brash, brave...

"I was watching you, kid. You got him." Springer nodded. "With some training, you could be good Wrecker material, you know?"

Especially now that there was a vacancy in the wisecracking helicopter position, Springer told himself bitterly.

"Gotta go then." Once he was sure Rotorstorm was on solid ground, Springer sprung into the air, unsheathing his blade, hungry for more battle, to finish off more Imperials.

There were, thankfully, two large Imperials nearby, and Springer watched as one of the Seekers took out the ground underneath one of them. Springer landed on the ground and sprung up again, aimning after the other giant, Dreadwing, who was preoccupied with Skydive.

Springer braced himself, pulling out his sword, and with a loud cry slashed at the back of the Imperial's head, the strike taking off one of Dreadwing's horns, as well as delivering a gash onto one of the Imperial's shoulder cannons.

"You little Autobot worms!" Dreadwing snarled, spinning around to swat Springer away.

Springer had transformed in the meantime, shooting through the air, flying low. "Hi, Skydive. Bored of these bastards yet?" He asked. "Honestly, the stuff these idiots spout are all so identical- except Thunderwing, I suppose. He's more 'a god am I' than 'you are all inferior'."

Speaking of Thunderwing, where had he gone off to?

Optimus Prime. There. He's headed there. No doubt he knows where Thunderwing is.

Time to settle an old score...

Springer decided to go off after Prime, but before he could move in that direction, a blast of supercooled plasma from Dreadwing clipped the side of Springer's hull, freezing and cracking the armour.

Okay, Springer decided. One Imperial at a time.
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Southeast Border

Shock-Wave growled as his giant cannons flipped up, and opened fire at Omega Sentinel 02, the smaller anti-aircraft cannons joining in and targeting the Sentinel's head, since the smaller Autobots seem content in not shooting him.

Volt looked at Guzzle and shrugged, "What, you're just going to stand there and do nothing? And this sword- well, it does more than just slice things."

Volt's sword crackled with electricity, and with a swung of his blade, the electricity lanced out at Shock-Wave, slamming against the giant Imperial and completely failing to make a scratch. (OOC: ridiculous I know, but a completely canon ability)

Volt snorted. "Huh. Wasn't quite the effect I was hoping for..."
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Manganese Mountains, Underground Base

Brainstorm shrugged, and his eyes scanned down at a stream of data that poured across the screen. One particular strand caught his eye and Brainstorm chuckled.

"Ratchet, Groove- the previous user did set up traps here, but they are set not to bother Autobots. The one responsible for this is none other than our old colleague Springer. Guess guy wasn't taking a holiday when he went off to sulk."

Brainstorm can't honestly say he liked or hated Springer -- he's never met the Springer of this or his home dimension enough to develop any sort of attachment, but anyone providing them with free stuff, well, can't be that all bad.

"Could be worse. Could be 'Cons that discovered this base..."

zigzagger
2012-07-09, 03:16 AM
En route, Near The Lunatic Fringe

As he bound high across the now-abandoned Foothills, Optimus could still hear the battle being waged at the Imperial Landing Zone, now behind him -- along with his Autobots.

The guilt of doing so did not escape him.

He arched over several empty commercial buildings of the the old shopping district, before randomly landing atop one of them.

Moving over to the ledge, Prime looked out toward the border. Even from this distance he could see the perimeter wall that Prowl had established at the southwest border.

"Right under our very olfactories. Even the Matrix couldn't sense it until now."

The Autobot Leader referred to the coordinates that Perceptor had provided him on his in-built 'galactic position system'. Not that he needed to. He felt a tug at his core, growing stronger as he drew closer to his destination.

Optimus lowered his head and placed his hand to his chest. A warm, serene blue light slowly pulsated through the thin seams of his bust-plating. "Yes, it is familiar. But so very cold -- and dark," the Matrix-bearer silently mused.

He brought his back gaze to the horizon. "Right. The Lunatic Fringe, then."

Optimus then sprung off the rooftop and vaulted across the landscape below.
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Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Detecting that he was being targeted by Darkfleet's weapons systems, Shockwave forced himself to halt midair an quickly convert to mechanoid form.

With mechanical accuracy, the former-Decepticon aimed and fired at one of the giant Imperial's turrets -- then with a slight, swift motion, he repositioned his arm and shot at another.

---

With ease, Fortress Maximus used the time it took Darkfleet to charge his shoulder-mounted cannons and pull himself straight up, soaring safely over the the Imperials powerful discharges.

He flew higher, elevating himself above his gigantic opponent.

Fortress Maximus stopped, magnetized his photon rifle to his back and retrieved his master sword, folded up in his leg-side compartment. With a flick, the blade automatically extended to its full length.

The large Autobot took hold of the hilt with both hands, inverting his brand so the tip pointed toward his feet.

Then, with the aid of his rockets, Fortress Maximus descended, gathering velocity as he dropped -- driving himself and the edge of the master sword down onto the top of Darkfleet's head.

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Imperial Landing Zone

Boss met Drift's shrug with a chuckle.

Following suit, the Turbomaster transformed and raced after Electro, driving headlong into the nearby ground troops.

---

Rotorstorm considered asking Springer to stay, but forced himself not to. That, after all, was a sign of weakness, unfitting for one that was allegedly 'Wreckers material'.

"What kinda 'bot are ya? Walk it off!" he berated himself. "Just gotta find a place to...?"

The young Autobot cringed as he struggled to sit up. The wound in his 'gut', courtesy of Bad Boy's beam trident, was still severe - manageable, but severe - and leaking profusely out into a puddle where he sat.

Futily, Rotorstorm placed his hand over the gaping hole to lessen the 'bleeding'.

"Aw, crap..."

Nearby, fortunately, was fellow Turbomaster Hurricane, who raced over to his side. He had watched the entire scuffle between the young mechanoid and Bad Boy.

"Don't strain yourself, Stormy. I got you," Hurricane told his teammate as he propped him up to his feet. "Let's find a place to hole up."

Rotorstorm groaned, but did not resist. "Hey -- Hey 'Cane, didja see 'im?" he said drowsily. "That was -- whoa, feelin' kinda dizzy."

"Come on, Stormy, stay with me. See who?"

"Y'know -- Springer."

"Yeah, I saw him. What about him?"

"He said - he said I'd make good Wrecker material. That's what he told me." Rotorstorm's voice was weak and raspy.

Hurricane carefully guided their steps. "Oh? Did he now?" He said in a placating tone.

"Yeah, totally. Pretty awesome, huh?

---

The Omega Sentinel was unable to free its remaining arm from Tidal Wave's grip, leaving itself open to the gigantic Imperial's Tsunami Blaster.

The beam pierced straight through its mid-torso, leaving a massive hole in the Guardian Robot's abdomen. Giant, burning chunks of inner-workings and bubbling fluids spilled out from the wound, dropping its cybernetic gore down onto Tidal Wave.

One by one, Omega Sentinel 03's system began to fail, losing control of much its mobility and functions. Destruction undoubtedly was imminent.

Fortunately - and also quite tragically - it was still unable to override its objectives. Had it the spark to lose, it would die fighting.

With it's remaining inertia, the blue and white Guardian continued to place all its weight down on its claw-arm, keeping its equally massive foe pinned to the ground.

It spun it's head around to a full 180 degrees, clicking in place when it stopped, revealing the turret at the back of its 'skull', borrowed from the Omega Sentinel's tank mode.

From the cannon, a seemingly endless beam of thermal energy was released, aimed squarely at Tidal Wave's face.

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Southwest Border

Guzzle shook his head. "Told ya," he quipped back at Volt. "Betcha I can leave a mark, though."

The Sparkabot converted into his respective tank form and raised his turret at Shock-Wave, targeting the same point his comrade had failed to inflict any damage upon.

"5 shannix says I can..."

But, before he could fire, Omega Sentinel 02 charged at Shock-Wave, taking the blunt of his anti-aircraft projectiles. Chunks of plating were seared off in the process, but the Imperial cannon's did not stop the blue and white juggernaut.

The ground quaked by its massive footsteps, knocking the relatively smaller Guzzle off target.

Leaving a trail of smoke behind it, the Guardian Robot thrust it claw-arm forward as it drew upon Shock-Wave.
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Underground Base, Manganese Mountains

Ratchet raised his brow. "Springer? Really? I guess I should be relieved."

"All these supplies - what could he have possibly been planning, I wonder?" Groove queried.

"Who knows. Stocking up for the end of the world?" the Steelhaven Captain quipped. "But, regardless of his intentions -- Brainstorm, it would put my mind at ease if we had full control over whatever defensive measures Springer had put in place.

"You may claim it's able to distinguish Autobot from enemy, but I'd rather not find out whether the same applies to civilians. Let's not chance it, all right?" Ratchet smiled authoritatively, but still warmly. "We still don't know what exactly Springer was doing here, so until you do, we really shouldn't put our trust in a security system that we barely understand.

"In the meantime, me and Groove will finish checking the rest of the base. We'll start moving people in when we know for certain it's clear."

Warcry
2012-07-09, 03:29 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Scrapper looked up, glaring at Long Haul and Mixmaster. "Also, you'd have to shove them up his nose. Unless you're planning on turning him upside down first, but if you're going to do that you might as well just go all the way and beat him up."

He smeared grease onto the new subprocessor, then carefully slid it into place and secured it with a careful application of his soldering iron.

"Here goes nothing," he said as he reached over to Moonjet and started disconnecting the wires that ran between him and the Battle Gaia leader.

"Thanks for all your help," he told the Predator. "Let's hope it was worth it."

He pulled off the last wire, then nodded to himself when Sandstorm didn't immediately flatline.

"Well, that's something," he said.
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Battlefield

"Right, like I'm going to ride on top of you while you're stretched out in alt-mode so thin that your armour's as thin as a tin can." Sandstorm made an annoyed noise. "But it's not like I have any other choice, so sure. Just promise me we're travelling in jet mode, and not boat."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

"If you hate this Skydive so much why didn't you kill him?"

Shuttle Gunner expended his capacitors, then took Tinker's advice and curved up and away. Dodging anti-air fire, he used his lower-power particle beam to target Dark Fleet's eyes.

'Shoot for anything that's not covered by a metre of armour," he told the other flyers. "It might not be sporting, but it's effective. Hopefully."
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"That's good enough for me," Fireflight told Blast Off. "If their hands are crippled, they're not shooting at us. Or each other. Or...well, anyone, really."

He fired his photon displacer down at Ultra Magnus first, hitting him square in the eyes. "Silverbolt always said, if you're going to pick a fight with someone who's got more backup than you, always take out the big guy first."
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Target Hawk was focused to the point of obsessiveness at the best of times. The Hate Plague only made that worse, so when Jackpot fell down he fired off another shot at the Autobot's chest as quickly as he could.
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Imperial Landing Zone

"Save the banter," Skydive told Dreadwing. "I'm not interested in who you hated."

The Aerialbot corkscrewed through the incoming missiles, detonating the first one with his thruster backwash and letting the fire and debris to shred the others as they streaked past him. Then he levelled out just long enough to fire off his nega-gun, aiming it at the Imperial's face.

"Time to shut you up!"
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Acid Storm let out a whoop of triumph, then strafed the ground around where Mirage had disappeared, trying to bury the Imperial under tonnes of loose rock and broken concrete.
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Sideswipe grinned as Windcharger impaled a Demon, then looked around. "Don't want to jinx things, guys, but I think that might've been the last of them. You want to try and head to the hospital?"

Blackjack
2012-07-09, 09:43 PM
Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Dark Fleet made a displeased grunt as Shockwave and Fortress Maximus evaded his attacks. Shockwave’s blasts tore into two of his turrets, but it was of small consequence. After all, he had many, and many of these turrets dotting Dark Fleet’s torso and abdomen swiveled to take aim and open fire at Shockwave. The rest swiveled around, some taking aim at the Combaticons, some at the fliers nearby.

As Fortress Maximus moved in to strike his head, Dark Fleet raised his arms, the thick plating on his lower arms clashing with Fortress Maximus’ Master Sword. The blade cut through the armour, but it held.

“Fleet.”

The movement allowed Dark Fleet to inadvertently intercept Shuttle Gunner’s blasts before they reach the giant Imperial’s eyes, sending the blasts pinging away. Dark Fleet then savagely swung his arms outwards, attempting to knock Fortress Maximus out of the sky.
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“We can’t do scrap with our guns, Hugger.” Brawl reported. “Won’t do any good. I say we leave the battle to Shockwave and Maximus- we’re distractions at best.”

“Then distract this giant we shall. Target the turrets.” Road Hugger snapped at his subordinate, before leaping out of cover and transforming into vehicle mode, shooting towards the gigantic Dark Fleet. He faced with giants every day as a Micromaster, to him this was just another oversized bulk. “Hyperdrive, Detour- you guys are with me. Move in, standard protocol. Find any weak spots...”

“And then we eviscerate him.” Hyperdrive replied with a knowing smirk, following Road Hugger as he ducked out of cover, one of Dark Fleet’s missiles slamming onto where he had just been moments ago, and transformed after Road Hugger.
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“I did. Kind of.” Darkjet replied to Shuttle Gunner in an almost conversational tone, as he banked away from Dark Fleet’s fire. “I opened fire at him when those Autobot jet guys had him on the ropes when we were flying near that derelict dome building over there. He died from massed fire. Good riddance.”

“Oh, I don’t think there’s anything not covered by a metre of armour, Shuttle.” Tinker replied to Shuttle Gunner. “Your shoot-the-eyes tactic should work, though.”

“DARK MISSILE LAUNCHER!”

“Oh for crying out loud-”
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Constructicon Hospital

Long Haul shrugged. “Down his nose, up his nose, Mixmaster’s got enough holes where I can stick evil rage spores in. Or I can borrow Scavenger’s awesome laser to make new holes if need be.” The Constructicon’s attention, however, was still rapt as he watched Scrapper operate the subprocessor.

Moonjet, likewise, tilted his head (or rather, as much as he could) as he watched.
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Mixmaster made a raspberry at Long Haul, Scrapper and Hook.

“Get serious.” Hook snapped in a no-nonsense tone. “Do not encourage him, Long Haul.” The surgeon shook his head as he continued to type in calculations, repeating it, and nodding. “Scrapper, Perceptor, this Hate Plague is a strain of modified spores which inject a computer virus that would severely amplify the aggression centers. Reversing the viral stimulants is a matter of injecting an antivirus – a prototype of which I have just synthesized, although I would like some clinical trials – which would give those afflicted a sense of control, but to finish off the spores we need physical decontamination, which Mixmaster should have come up with if he hasn’t been too busy blowing up spores.”

An unrepentant Mixmaster shrugged as he juggled test-tubes in a wholly unprofessional manner, whistling as he poured flasks and test tubes together.

“Will you stop-” Hook began, but there was another explosion on Mixmaster’s workbench, and the chemist cackled. “That is it. Long Haul, get here and-”

Mixmaster’s cackle died off as he looked in horror at his hands, which began to glow red. “Oh, shi-”

“Everybody get back!” Hook snapped, “Long Haul, Scrapper, Scavenger, aim weapons at him- I am going to attempt a clinical trial.” The surgeon lunged at Mixmaster, a syringe in his hands, as the red glow started to spread across Mixmaster’s body…
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

“Funny. Onslaught said just about the same thing.” Blast Off replied to Fireflight as he aimed and opened fire at Target Hawk’s hands, hoping to disarm the Decepticon before he could kill Jackpot, who rolled aside just in time before Target Hawk’s blast blew apart the ground directly beside him. “Also, many other things. Like ‘don’t be afraid to play dirty’, ‘try not to make any collateral damage’, ‘use your environment’ and ‘don’t tell Swindle your passwords’.”
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Battlefield

“It’s not that bad, really, my armour in carrier mode.” Broadside snapped at Sandstorm. “Otherwise anything bigger than a damned stonefish would make a hole in my hull. Imagine the indignity – Wrecker Broadside sunk at sea due to a pod of narwhals.”

Broadside transformed into his jet mode as he spoke this, and let out a grapple line. “Hang on, Sandy. We’re going to jump back into the fire.”
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Misfire poked Needlenose. "I don't want to break the silence but... are we there yet?"
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Imperial Landing Zone

“Tidal Wave.”

The gigantic Tidal Wave, the first in line of the Cybertronian Empire’s giant Battleship-Class Eradicators, watched with his ever-blank expression as he landed the killing strike on Omega Sentinel 03. Tidal Wave showed no emotion – it was uncertain that he even had any to begin with – as the Omega Sentinel continued to pin him down, and the turret rotated towards his face.

Tidal Wave attempted to shove the Omega Sentinel off of him, but his arms were mangled, and his on-board computers told him it was futile anyway.

Resigned to his destruction, Tidal Wave allowed his hands to lay limp at his side, and remained without any expression as the Omega Sentinel’s thermal cannon ejected its devastating payload straight onto his head, melting through the heavily-shielded plating before finally reaching the brain module, at which point the laser ignited the sensitive components and caused an explosion that blew Tidal Wave’s head apart.

The titan’s limbs stopped moving, and he lay still, alongside the corpse of his killer, joined together in a way Slog would be proud of.
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“Good work.” Pyro panted, still on one knee, as he watched the Omega Sentinel kill Tidal Wave, even as it is deactivated itself. For what amounted to a drone, the Omega Sentinel did well. Pyro forced himself to stand, and hobbled over towards the fight, launching fireballs left and right at the Imperials. “Now- now it’s my turn.”

A fireball slammed onto one of the ground-bound Imperials, another blast blew apart the head of another…

Shot were fired, shots slammed onto Pyro, blasting apart armour, but he kept moving until one stray shot slammed onto his open wound, sending him crashing into the ground face-first.
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Still disoriented at Springer’s appearance, Dreadwing looked back towards Skydive, glaring daggers at the Aerialbot as he launched another volley of supercooled plasma towards the Aerialbot.

Dreadwing growled, “Shut me up? You can’t silence me, I have-”

A blast of wind whipped onto Dreadwing’s face, disorienting him enough for Skydive’s nega-gun to slam straight onto his face, blowing off his faceplate and shattering his optics. Roaring with rage, Dreadwing opened fire blindly, sending missiles and supercooled plasma shooting everywhere, at the ground, into the air, trying to hit Skydive and Springer without the aid of sight.

Springer sighed. “I swear, it’s almost like a requirement for Imperial officers to monologue like second-rate villains.”
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Mirage roared as his massive hands burst out of the rubble Acid Storm brought down on him, and with a massive boost hoisted himself out of the hole, landing on his feet. One of his cannons were dented, but cosmetic damage and a few dents aside, Mirage seemed quite undamaged.

“Pretty impressive, little Seeker.” Mirage nodded in approval, reaching and tearing off the damaged cannon and tossing it down the hole. “Let’s see what other tricks you have.” Mirage took aim with the other shoulder cannon at Acid Storm and opened fire.
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Windcharger looked out. “Nope, I think that’s really the last of them. Only Stormtroopers and Predators out there, and our boys are giving them hell.” Windcharger raised an eyebrow as Electro zoomed past, yelling like a madman, chasing a pair of Imperial Stormtroopers in an almost comical manner. “Well, some more creative than most, I guess…”

“Constructicon hospital’s at the other side of the city. Would be quite a drive.” Searchlight shrugged at Sideswipe. “Nothing better for us to do here, though- nothing the others can’t handle.”
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Southwest Border

“You owe me five shannix, Guzzle.” Volt chuckled as he stumbled while the massive Omega Sentinel and Shock-Wave moved. “Ooh, these giant guys are starting to make little Volt feel inadequate.”
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Shock-Wave roared as he sidestepped the Omega Sentinel’s deadly claw swipe, firing off a weaker burst of superheated plasma from his shoulder cannons, while his turrets switched ammunition, aimed and launched mortars at the smaller, weaker Autobots nearby.

Guzzle’s blast, similarly, failed to make much of an impact, exploding harmlessly against Shock-Wave’s hull.
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Underground Base, Manganese Mountains

Brainstorm shrugged as he continued to type in the console, jumping comically from one side of the keyboard to the next due to his smaller size, “Stocking up for the end of the world seems about right. Wait just a bit, Groove...”

Brainstorm’s jumping and typing became furiously fast as streams of data streaked through the screen when Groove and Ratchet told him to recalibrate the turret sensors. “I’m not much of a programmer, but I hang out with Chromedome and he’s kind of a tech savvy even though he’s a bit of a swords nut… so, I think I can… yes, yes. I think I can set the defensive turrets are set to aim only for Imperial IFF signatures. Autobots, Neutrals, even ‘Cons, they’ll register as friendly. Just let me work… and jump around a bit…”

zigzagger
2012-07-11, 07:25 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

Optimus Prime followed Perceptor's coordinates to a nondescript, and surprisingly intact building in the former-art district now known at the Lunatic Fringe. The Creation Matrix housed within his chest compartment - emanating brighter than before from beneath his bust - confirmed it.

"Suitably unremarkable. Strategically unimportant...The perfect hiding spot."

As the Autobot Leader made for the main entrance of the building, Prowl's call came through. "Prime?"

"Thunderwing -- he's here."

"So Perceptor and Highbrow's findings were accurate," said Prowl. "You are intending to confront him alone?"

"I must."

"I would strongly advise that you reconsider. The response unit, that you yourself requested, will arrive at your position shortly."

"Duly noted, but we've both seen what Thunderwing is capable of while he has been in possession of this 'Decepticon Matrix'."

"...Prime -- With all due respect; be practical. Now is not the time for grandstanding. In the event that you may fail..."

"I appreciate your honesty, but I assure you that I am not making this personal." The Autobot Leader's voice was calm and sincere. "Too many of our people have already perished. I can't in good conscience endanger anymore. As a Matrix-bearer, it falls on me."

Prowl made a perturbed sound. "Mmm -- I maintain my severe reservations, but...as you wish. At least permit me to instruct the response team to surround the immediate area."

"Very well, but they are not to engage. Do I make myself clear?" Optimus said firmly. "Not until it's finished."

"Understood. They will be dispatched momentarily. But, in interim -- if you would, do use caution."

"I will, Prowl." Optimus switched off his comlink and started for the door leading into the dilapidated building....

----

Inside, Optimus found himself in an unlit and very much run-down foyer.

At the opposite end was a small staircase, where the defeated shells of two of Thunderwing's constructs rested at the base. From the next floor up, he could hear the sounds of a struggle. And two voices -- both of which Prime recognized immediately.

The first unmistakeably belonged to Thunderwing. He would never forget the voice of the mechanoid that had nearly destroyed him.

It was, however, the second that caused the Matrix-bearer alarm. He had heard that voice a million times since the beginning of the war -- a voice that was distinctly higher-pitched, haughty in its delivery, steeped in deceit. A voice that could not be trusted.

Optimus narrowed his optics. "Starscream."

He climbed slowly up the stairs, following the voices to their source, to the wide open area that was the lobby. At the top, the Autobot Leader stopped under the archway. Cyclonus lay close by, face down and seemingly unconscious.

"Hmm..."

Optimus then raised his optics, bringing them to the back of the room and found Starscream grappling with Thunderwing near the remains of what appeared to once be some type of communications console.

The Pretender was without his shell, his plating showing clear signs of battle wear. At the moment, Starscream had the upper-hand, who had Thunderwing pinned down and was clawing intently at his chest.

Had it been anyone else, Prime would not have intervened...but this was Starscream. Intuition naturally won out. He raised his ion rifle and aimed it squarely at the Decepticon Leader's back.

"An opportunity is never lost, eh Starscream?" said Optimus. "You will never change."
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Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Shockwave adeptly evaded Darkfleet's cannonade, returning fire with usual precision upon one of the many turret's dotting the Imperial's torso.

---

Fortress Maximus gnashed his teeth, putting all his weight down on his blade as it cut through Dark's Fleet's arm.

The end result was less than what the Headmaster had hoped for, leaving him open when the larger Imperial slapped him away. Fortress Maximus was sent hurtling back. A wide, noticeable dent, scarred diagonally across his chest where Darkfleet had hit him.

Worse, the Master Sword had been knocked from his hand.

The Steelhaven Captain somersaulted wildly through the air, before he was able to stabilize himself and control his fall with the help of his rockets.

"Fine. A different approach, then." Fortress Maximus shot off towards his relatively larger foe -- this time aiming lower.

He jutted out his elbow, directing it at Darkfleet's leg. If weapons couldn't harm it, then perhaps brute force would. At very least, Fortress Maximus, being larger than the average Autobot, had slightly better odds of bringing the Imperial crashing down than the Combaticons did.

Hopefully he'd take Darkfleet's leg with it!
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Constructicon Field Hospital

Perceptor, still preoccupied with Thunderwing's construct along with Highbrow, listlessly waved his hand in response to Hook's hypothesis. "Mm-hm, yes, a computer virus. I theorized as much," he answered, not looking away from his work. "And I suppose you have a test subject in mind?"

Pointblank tapped the science officer on the shoulder, trepidation was in his voice. "Perceptor..."

"What is it, Pointbl -- Oh!"

Peceptor looked up just in time to see Mixmaster be slowly overtaken by the synthetic hate plague virus. He spun around and quickly drew out his respective sniper rifle. His Targetmaster companion responded just the same.

"Honestly now, in a place of healing?" he said snidely. "I...assume you have prepared a retrovirus, Hook? I would rather we not resort to violence."

"Yes, let's not," Pointblank added.
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Imperial Landing Zone

The beam emitting from Omega Sentinel 03's head-mounted turret continued to melt through Tidal's Wave's face, even after the titan's life had been extinguished.

But soon, the thermal ray lost its intensity, its burning light quickly dimming. Its cannon spurted a few times more, before finally fading.

The Guardian Robot remained unmoving in its grotesque embrace, its massive claw still pinning Tidal Wave's arm to the ground.

03 had completed its objective, earning its oblivion.

---

With Tidal Wave's defeat, the Mirror-Manifold and Calibi-Yau were now able to safely make their rounds and scour the landing zone for the wounded.

Among those casualties to receive their attention, as it would happen, was Pyro.

The Mirror-Manifold lowered itself near the fallen Autobot, using its maneuvering thrusters to keep it hovering several feet over the ground. The boarding ramp dropped open and Gizmo came sprinting down.

"Get him on board and be quick about it," Sprocket shouted from the shuttle's intercom. "These guys are looking mighty pissed."

"Ah, just give me suppression fire, all right," Gizmo snapped back.

He knelt down at Pyro's side and slid his hands under his fallen comrade. "Come on, big guy, I got you."
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Southwest Border

Shock-Wave's superheated plasma charges connected against Omega Sentinel 02's back, shattering its wings into fiery shards.

In kind, the Guardian Robot turned at its waist and extended its cannon-arm, firing its own plasma beam, pointblank, at the massive Imperial.

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(OOC: For the sake of space, my response for the Manganese Mountain section is getting pushed back to my next update. The Lunatic Fringe stuff I felt took priority. Sorry :))

Blackjack
2012-07-14, 05:29 AM
Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

With Fortress Maximus slapped out of the way, Dark Fleet moved his arms, attempting to clap them together and crush Shockwave, who had blown up yet another of his turrets, like a fly.

His large cannons began to charge- the target: the Constructicon hopsital.

As they are about to fire, however, Fortress Maximus returned and slammed onto his leg, forcing the giant Imperial to stumble backwards. Brawl and the Combaticons' fire slammed onto Dark Fleet's other leg, sending him taking another step backwards. There was a significant dent where Maximus' elbow had dug a groove in, but Dark Fleet still stood on his two legs- albeit barely.

Thankfully, though, due to the intervention the giant laser cannons had missed the Constructicon hopsital, instead merely decimating one of the makeshift barricades that Bonecrusher had built earlier.

"Fleet." The giant growled, as his turrets swung down and rained destruction on Fortress Maximus.
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"Maximus is trying to bring him down." Detour yelled at his two larger teammates as they zipped around explosions from Dark Fleet's turrets. "Think we can help with that?"

"Not from out here we can't." Road Hugger yelled back. "From the inside, though..."

"I see what you're trying to do." Detour chuckled. "I'd say we run away now and leave everything to Maximus, but, hey, no one will listen to me."
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Constructicon Field Hospital

"Don't blame us. Only Mixmaster is the crackpot." Long Haul replied to Perceptor's snide remark, aiming his own weapons at Mixmaster. "Any time now, Hook..."

Hook, meanwhile, did not reply to Perceptor, Long Haul or Pointblank as Mixmaster trashed around, flipping his lab table across the room where it crashed next to Sixshot's quarantine pod. The Sixchanger had transformed into his tank mode, ready to fire upon Mixmaster through the plexiglass of the quarantine pod if needed be.

Hook, of course, had no intention of sacrificing his idiotic teammate, at least not until all hope is lost. He ducked an uncontrolled flail- the Plague is still trying to find its foothold, hence the uncontrolled trashing instead of the more systematic anger that the other infected show. Hook hoped, if other diseases are anything to go by, that this would mean that the Plague would be contained to Mixmaster for the moment.

It means Hook has a small window to administer the antivirus before Mixmaster becomes infectious...

Hook slammed the cylindrical tube onto Mixmaster's stomach, and a sharp, needle-like projection tore through Mixmaster's armour to administer the cure.

Mixmaster roared and convulsed a little. Not taking any chances, Hook swung his arms and delivered a solid punch to Mixmaster's chin, causing him to collapse onto his back. Hook got up and began to run a scanner on the idiot. "He's alive." Hook said out loud. "And... cured. The virus is flaking off. The needle was an experimental armour-piercing weapon for chemical warfare, designed after the Insecticon's Cerebro-Shells."
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Imperial Landing Zone

Pyro's optics blinked, alternating between glowing weakly with blue light or not glowing at all. His head snapped back into position when Gizmo talked to him. "Whu-"

"Can- can still fight. Prime- Prime told me to. Can't- can't fail now." Pyro muttered, forcing himself to gather strength to stand up by himself. "Not when everyone is fighting. Not gonna let- not gonna let you ruin death. I mean, this. This fight."

Pyro struggled, putting more energy into his feet, forcing himself to stand up straight.
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Southwest Border

"Waaaave." Shock-Wave growled as Omega Sentinel 02's cannon blast headed towards him. He attempted to deflect it with his arm shields, but the beam deflected off and slammed onto Shock-Wave's chest, burning off a huge chunk of the right side of his chest.

Forced backwards, the Imperial returned fire, sending another blast of superheated plasma at 02 again.

Warcry
2012-07-16, 05:49 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Scrapper set his equipment down and stepped away from the operating table, sighing slightly with relief.

"That's the best we can do," he told Long Haul and Moonjet. "He should wake up...eventually. It'll take some time for his systems to reboot and reconfigure around the new hardware, but once it does he should be operating at 100% again. We--what the hell!"

He snapped his laser pistol up off of the table, whirled and pointed it straight at Mixmaster's face. But by the time he had, the crisis had been averted by a heroic...Hook, of all people.

"That's it, we're replacing you with Gravedigger the next chance we get," he snapped at Mixmaster. "Just what the hell were you thinking?"
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Battlefield

Sandstorm scoffed. "Well, if that was the case at least you'd have an excuse for bitching every time you flew or floated," he told Broadside.
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

"Blast," Shuttle Gunner said without any emotion, as if he was simply copycatting what he'd heard his more experienced comrades say. Then he fired again, aiming for Dark Fleet's shoulder joint.

Hearing Darkjet's explanation, he had to think for a few moments before replying, "Then you did all anyone could reasonably exp--"

He was cut off by the Predator's voice-activated weapon-launch phrase, at which point he just snapped and shouted, "Will you for the love of all that's Cybertronian please stop that?"
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"He probably said it more fancy-like, though," Fireflight told Blast-Off. "Onslaught always seemed like a wordy guy to me."

Below them, Target Hawk screamed as his hands blew up on front of his face. He fell to the ground, ineffectually pawing at his dropped weapon with the stumps of his forearms.

"Ouch," Fireflight said. Ultra Magnus, meanwhile, roared ineffectually at the heavens as he swung around, blinded and unable to find anything to orient himself on the unfamiliar ground.

Rage was simply standing there, watching them with a surprisingly calm expression on his face. So, since he seemed like the least dangerous of the remaining pair, Fireflight ignored him in favour of trying to blind Jackpot.
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Imperial Landing Zone

Skydive didn't bother to taunt Dreadwing any further. He was more professional that that, and he had more important things on his mind. As the Decepticon's missiles and plasma blasts shot toward him, he evaded with every trick he'd ever used in the past -- and some that he'd only read about. His agility and skill were unmatched among the Autobots' fliers, and rare was the Decepticon who could keep up. Nevertheless, it took all of his skill to survive the virtual wall of death that was being thrown up at him and he didn't have any time to think about returning fire.
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Acid Storm dropped like a rock, transforming to robot mode to avoid the shots that Mirage was aiming at him. While he fell, slowing himself down minimally with his foot-thrusters, he fired acid-seeding missiles up into the ground. The burst in the sky and dark, roiling clouds immediately started to form.

"Being so big as worked out for you so far, eh?" Acid Storm chuckled. "I can see why, too. But it can be a disadvantage too. See, when you're a hundred times bigger than everyone else and made of metal...you tend to become a lighting rod!"

As if on cue, bolts of lighting began to slash down toward the ground from the angry-looking rainclouds.
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Sideswipe nodded. "Then I guess we should get going," he said. Looking over at Searchlight, he asked, "Can you transform? If you're too injured to drive, Windcharger can tow you while I watch your backs."
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Underground

Needlenose looked over at Misfire and shrugged. "Man, don't ask me. I don't even know where we're going."

Spinister looked over his shoulder and glared at the two of them. "We're almost there," he whispered. "Now be quiet! We don't want to tip off Thunderwing that we're here."
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The Lunatic Fringe

Starscream looked over his shoulder and glared at Optimus Prime.

"Oh, I don't know about that, Prime," he said, injecting his voice with a confidence that he didn't really feel. After all, this was Optimus Prime he was talking to, not some lowly Autobot functionary like Prowl or an ignorant thug like Grimlock. This was the Autobot lead who denied Megatron, Galvatron, Gigatron and so many others, stopping them no matter how impossible the odds against him.

But I'm not Megatron, Galvatron or Gigatron. I'm Starscream. I'm their better.

"Some things do change, Prime," he said, bluffing. "See, here we are with me, Starscream defeating the villain of the day while you, the supposed hero, interrupt and threaten to shoot me in the back. I'm fairly certain that our roles should be reversed, here."

The Seeker delivered another blow to the pinned Thunderwing, and tried not to tip off the Autobot leader about the pair of Pretender shells approaching him from behind, out of his line of vision.

"Now you can shoot me and steal the glory for yourself...or you can let me finish this. It's Decepticon business. It's got nothing to do with y--agh!"

Starscream was knocked back by a burst of purple energy that erupted from Thunderwing's chest, sending the Decepticons' self-styled leader flying into the already-ruined communications desk.

Blackjack
2012-07-16, 10:15 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Long Haul had his weapon raised as he moved closer towards where Hook was kneeling by Mixmaster. "You sure he's cured, doc?"

"Positive." Hook replied to Long Haul, looking at the readings from a scanner as he held it above the unconscious Mixmaster. Hook turned around to face Scrapper. "Mixmaster can't hear you- he's unconscious. My fault, mind you. The punch was not necessary in order for the retrovirus to work, but I believe he deserved it."

"That he did." Long Haul sighed. "You sure the cure's working?"

"For the second time, Long Haul- yes. As if there was any doubt." Hook replied with an exasperated sigh, before gesturing with a finger at Mixmaster's form, as dull rust-coloured dust started to peel off the Constructicons. "Observe- even now Mixmaster's body is rejecting the dead spores. Would prefer more trials, though- see how fast mental rejection would occur."

Long Haul jerked a thumb at Sixshot. "Good, cause we still have ol' STAG over there."

Hook nodded, and turned to Scrapper and Perceptor. "Spread the word- the Constructicons have invented a cure." The Constructicon walked over to his terminal, and continued typing. "Will take some time to produce more in quantities, but I believe we have a sufficient amount to begin curing selective targets. Infected commanders, for instance. A pity Mixmaster is unconscious. His mixing drum would be extremely useful in synthesizing an airborne-distributed gaseous cure. Instead, we'll have to rely on these syringes. Firing them from the air would be practical."

"Can help with airborne... whatever it is you need." Moonjet offered. "Least I can do for you guys."

"Should we wake Mixmaster up?" Long Haul asked, looking at Hook, and then at Scrapper.

The sound of an explosion rattled the hospital. "My word, it looks like they fight's coming ever closer. What are those buffoons doing?" Hook sighed, then pressed several buttons on Sixshot's quarantine chamber, and the quarantine chamber proceeded to inject Sixshot with the same syringe, the greenish liquid flowing into Sixshot's body from the tube.
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Shuttle Gunner's blast slammed onto Dark Fleet's shoulder, but again, it failed to show any insignificant damage. It did manage to divert Dark Fleet's attention, as some turrets moved away from Shockwave and tried to target the three fliers.

Darkjet didn't answer Shuttle Gunner's angry taunt, not directly, anyway. "Huh, all it took was this to get you to show emotion?"

"For the love of-" Tinker sighed as he twirled in the air, narrowly avoiding an Anti-Aircraft missile. "Not that I don't understand your situation, Predator, but if you dark missile launcher one more time, I'm going to super duper tranquilize launcher you."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

"For a guy named Onslaught, yeah. He's quite... wordy." Blast Off replied to Fireflight. "Got the Vortex wannabe." Blast Off reported as Target Hawk's hands blew up.

Jackpot lurched towards the weapon, and Blast Off aimed and fired a burst down at Target Hawk's gun to knock it away, so the two can't hurt each other. Fireflight's attack blinded Jackpot, and the sensory overload, coupled with the Hate Plague itself, caused Jackpot to lurch in a direction that took him away from Target Hawk. "Nice shot. Leaves the guy with his arms. Hopes he doesn't try to strangle the Vortex wannabe." Blast Off said.

"Huh, that's odd..." Blast Off moved a little closer towards where Rage was without touching the red cloud. "Yo, Stormtrooper- you don't seem all, well, full of hate."
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Underground

Misfire shrugged, shutting up when Spinister chided him. "Just saying." The Targetmaster pulled out his ion rifle, and reloaded it.
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Imperial Landing Zone

"I know." Mirage replied to Acid Storm, the acid-seeding missiles not affecting his footing in any way. "Kind of makes me wonder what's the advantage of being big is- wait, lightning rod-"

Mirage screamed as the bolt of lightning streaked down from the storm cloud, and slammed onto a spot some distance away from where Mirage is standing. The illusion Acid Storm had fired at earlier frizzled away, while the real Mirage stumbled backwards from the lightning bolt, his colourful armour blackened.

"Right. Advantage. You get to carry a bigger gun. Thicker ammo. Not much you can do against a damn storm, though." Mirage replied, opening fire at Acid Storm again. "Tidal Wave's dead? Ah, pity. He could've taken the hit."
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Searchlight transformed- a painful effort that required him to try three times before getting it right. "Engine's a bit screwed, but I think I can drive. If, well, if Windcharger gives that magnetic assist thing he did earlier."

"Let's go, then." Windcharger said, using his magnetic powers to drag Searchlight behind him. "Which way to the hospital, Sideswipe?"
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"Not sure you actually needed an excuse to bitch, you know?" Broadside asked Sandstorm as they neared the Imperial Landing Zone. "There- Skydive and Springer are fighting one of them big ones. Let's join in!"

Broadside opened fire with his weapons at Dreadwing, sending several rounds of plasma bursts flying at the giant Imperial.
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Dreadwing roared incoherently as all his attacks failed to hit Skydive. He roared again when Broadside's arrival was announced with plasma blasts that raked his flank- he barely raised his hull 'wing' to shield him from the worst.

Springer took Dreadwing's distraction to brace himself, before launching towards the Imperial with his legs. His sword activated, and he slashed, and with two quick swings, sliced off the tips of Dreadwing's shoulder cannons. The Imperial roared as he stumbled back, and Springer threw his blade into the gaping wound in Dreadwing's face that Skydive made earlier.

The blade pierced through Dreadwing's head, and energon splurted out the back of his head.

Arm-cannons still firing at nothing, Dreadwing fell over backwards dead.

Springer hopped towards the twitching corpse, pulled out his blade from Dreadwing's head, then sprung off into the sky again after giving Broadside and Sandstorm a sharp nod.

Broadside sighed. "Springer's still a showoff, isn't he, Sandy?"
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With Broadside, Sandstorm, Topspin and the Aerialbots here, they can take care of the remaining giant Imperial. If that Seeker didn't get to him first, that is.

Springer knew he needed to be elsewhere.

The Hate Plague, the Demons, the giant Imperials, the Warworld, the invading army, the horrific biological weapons deployed here... they can all be traced to Thunderwing.

And since Optimus Prime is most likely to be in the center of the storm itself, fighting Thunderiwng.... well, Springer intended to be there.

To be... what was it Arcee called him? A hero.

Outnumbered, impossible odds, a mad tyrant with a mystical bauble hell-bent on murdering everybody, Cybertron at stake... yeah, what could go wrong?

People would say that helping out the war effort, fighting in the front lines, would have been enough. Redeem him, perhaps. But again, he saw Whirl, he saw Arcee, he saw Twin Twist die in front of his eyes again. He remembered his own death, killed by a misfire from Optimus Prime's Matrix.

No, he needed to be more.

He needed to see this to the end.
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The Lunatic Fringe

Springer landed in the Lunatic Fringe, and headed towards the only intact building. He had no plan, no backup, nothing to stop him from being blown apart by a Matrix blast like how he was killed before, like how Whirl was killed before.

Oh well, he needed to do this.

Springer unsheathed his blade and ran into the building, passing Cyclonus' prone form. (Thunderwing took out Cyclonus already? Hoped he did some damage to the aristocrat.)

Springer walked up into the second floor, where he saw Optimus Prime holding a gun, saw Starscream of all people knocked aside by Thunderwing... and two Thunderwing shells inching towards Optimus Prime. "PRIME! Watch out!"

Springer leaped towards the two shells, bringing his sword down in an attempt to slice through the chest's torso.

zigzagger
2012-07-23, 02:13 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

Optimus Prime knew for certain that he could not trust Starscream's claimed intentions. It was a regretful force of habit. But, before the Autobot Leader could retort, Springer leapt into the room, alerting him of the Thunderwing shells approaching from behind.

Prime twisted around, his attention effectively diverted. It had barely been a minute since he had arrived and already this encounter had gone awry. On top of the immediate dilemma, the Matrix-bearer had the safety of one of his Autobots to consider.

In his free hand - the other still gripping an ion rifle - Optimus once more deployed his energon-axe. "I appreciate the warning, Springer, though I wish you hadn't followed me here*. Nevertheless..."

The Autobot Leader lunged at one of the shells and swiped in a wide diagonal arc - from the right of the copy's shoulder to the left side of its hip. He was faintly aware that the real Thunderwing had managed to knock Starscream back...

(OOC:* - I'm not sure how else he would've found the place.)
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Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Darkfleet's salvo peppered the back of Fortress Maximus as he made his pass through the giant Imperial, pushing him to the ground. The large Autobot ground against the terrain, leaving a long trench behind him.

Before the titan could be allowed to deliver a follow-up attack, Shockwave dropped down - dodging away from Darkfleet's hands at the same time - shifted into ray-gun mode and unleashed a wide beam at the Imperial's already weakened leg.
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Constructicon Field Hospital

Once it appeared that Mixmaster had been properly sedated, Perceptor and Pointblank lowered their weapons.

The science officer disconnected himself from the Thunderwing shell that he and Highbrow had been operating over and moved closer to the unconscious Constructicon, alongside Hook and Long Haul.

He briefly examined Mixmaster, confirming to himself that a cure had indeed been found for the synthetic Hate Plague virus.

"Hm, yes, a complete reversal of genetic transcription. Very impressive," he told Hook. "I have gleaned all I was able from Thunderwing's construct and have passed that information on. I volunteer myself - and Pointblank here - to disperse this retrovirus among the infected."

"Wait? I am?" Pointblank piped up.

"Indeed you are. Your skills are required; you are a proficient marksman, Pointblank. As am I -- among the several other talents I excel in."

"Modesty, of course, being one of them."

Perceptor smiled haughtily in response. "Hook?" He brought his gaze back to the Constructicon. "Have you any more this counteractant prepared? Preferably in the form of, say, an ampoule to be administered from a distance? As many as you can produce."
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Imperial Landing Zone

Sprocket growled over the Mirror-Manifold's intercom speaker. "Nuh-uh, no way! Now get on the damn ship!" He barked at Pyro.

"Ahem...what Sprocket means to say is," Gizmo calmly added, "that it would grieve Prime should you die. He would want you to live."

He gently placed his hand on Pyro's back, attempting to coax him on board the waiting shuttle. "Please let us help you."

(OOC: Does anyone else need a pick up? Like, say, Searchlight or the others? The Calabi-Yau is still out there. You can have one of your guys call Kick-Off over to them, or he can just show up :))
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Southwest Border

Shock-Wave's blast sent Omega Sentinel 02 wobbling back a few paces.

...But still, the ancient robot would not fall -- despite the large, burning wound on its chest that matched the massive Imperial's.

Zero-Two, naturally, emoted nothing. It re-aimed its giant arm-cannon and released a thermal beam, targeting the missing chunk on Shock-Wave's chest.

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(OOC: @ Blackjack -- Yeah, I think I'm going to wait one more post before updating the Manganese Mountain stuff. It'll give Ratchet and Groove enough time to explore the rest of the Hidden Base, anyway. Unless there's something you want to address now, of course. Let me know :))

Warcry
2012-07-24, 04:47 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Scrapper shrugged. "I'm not complaining," he told Hook. "In fact, maybe you should hit him a few more times when he wakes up."

He sighed when Long Haul asked his question. "No," he said at last. "He'd just do something else disruptive and slow us down. Drag him somewhere out of the way so that we have more room to work."

Looking over at Hook, he asked, "How exactly does this retrovirus work? For example, if I were to inject myself would that make me immune to the disease entirely? Or will it just kill any active spores currently in my system? We'll need to know that before we figure out a distribution model."
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Shuttle Gunner responded to Darkjet in a confused tone. "I'm not sure what you mean," he admitted. "I show emotion all the time, don't I?"

He shot down a pair of incoming missiles with his smaller weapon, then felt the ping of a fully-charged capacitor and let loose another gamma ray burst at the giant below them.
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

"If he does, I'll shoot him again," Fireflight told Vortex.

Rage, meanwhile, looked up at the Combaticon and laughed. "That's where you're wrong," he said. "You see...I'm always full of hate. A disease that makes me feel like I do every day...well, I'm sure there are less effective weapons out there but I've never seen one."
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Imperial Landing Zone

"That he is. That he is."

Sandstorm held on as Broadside dove through the air.

"Drop me off somewhere, will you?" he told the other Wrecker. "I'm not cut out to be a passenger on an aircraft."
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Nearby, Skydive relaxed as the incoming fire died along with the Decepticon who had been firing it.
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"Nice trick," Acid Storm told Mirage. "But it won't save you."

He dodged incoming fire, not even trying to shoot back. He didn't need to, now. His weapon was already deployed, as more and more lighting lashed down at the ground below him.

"Of course, you could just leave. Your side's lost the fight anyway. What's the point in staying here and getting fried by an angry storm cloud?"
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"That's the fun part," Sideswipe told Windcharger with a grin before transforming. "It's straight on the other side of the battlefield. Follow me, and try and keep up!"

His tires smoking, he took off from a dead stop and shot across the now-barren (save for the strewn corpses) battlefield.
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Underground

"You're still talking," Spinister told Misfire with a glare. "Don't."

The group of Targetmasters came up to a steep stairwell that led up out of the sewers. Using hand signals, he communicated to the rest of his team that they needed to follow him up quietly. Then, with a grim expression on his face, he strode up the stairs and threw the doors open.
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The Lunatic Fringe

Springer's heroic charge would find itself stopped prematurely as a purple haze formed in front of him, stopping him from joining the fray by deflecting his sword strike. The shell he was trying to attack, unphased, glared at him and said, "Go away. You're not worth my time."

The other shell, meanwhile, used a field of it's own to deflect Optimus Prime's energy axe.

"Really, you people," Thunderwing said disdainfully as he rose from the ground. "Did you honestly think that right here, in my own sanctum, you would be able to get the better of me? The power of the Matrix pervades my every circuit! It flows through me like Energon! It saved me from a nuclear bomb...and you think you can stop me with axes and swords and guns? You're only here because I want you here."

He smiled. "You're here so that I can kill all of you in one fell swoop. It's just a shame that you didn't bring that whelp Rodimus with you."

Another shell strode forward from the shadows, splitting apart before closing itself around the battered inner robot.

"Oh, well. I'll just have to find him later. It's probably for the best, anyway. If I killed all my rivals at once, I'd get bored."

Blackjack
2012-07-24, 10:44 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

(OOC: Yeah, Springer saw Optimus leaving the Imperial landing zone and followed him. Sorry if it wasn’t made clear.)

Springer snorted. “Oh, Prime, you know- like you, I’m never one to resist jumping into the hottest spot in the battlefield. Plus, we have the Impies at a run. Only this little dipstick is left… and I kind of have an obligation to take him down. ‘Sides, I make better backup than Screamer over there.”

The former Wrecker leader’s words were cut short as his sword was deflected by one of the Thunderwing shell’s force field of sorts.

Nonplussed, Springer leapt backwards, bracing himself. “Actually, Thunderwing… I’m pretty sure Prime and me, we’re more dangerous than a nuclear bomb.” Springer’s eye twitched when Thunderwing mentioned Rodimus. “You aren’t worth Rodimus’ time. You aren’t even worth Optimus’ time. Come on, you little scraplet… bring it on.”

Springer used the springs in his legs to launch himself at the Thunderwing shell he attacked earlier, and then slashed again with his blade.

If he can’t kill Thunderwing… he will damn sure hurt him.
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Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Dark Fleet made a low, guttural growl in approval as Fortress Maximus fell onto the ground, but did not have time to finish off the large Autobot, as Shockwave’s powerful cannon blast tore into his right leg, the same leg that the Combaticon tanks were shooting mortars at.

An attempt to get a target lock at Shockwave was ruined as Shuttle Gunner’s gamma ray blast, combined with the dark missile launcher from Darkjet, slammed onto the back of his head and, while not doing any noticeable damage, did manage to scramble his sensors.

“Fleet.” Dark Fleet roared, as he opened fire randomly, opening fire with all his weapons.
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“Brawl, pull back! That attack’s going to decimate your position!” Road Hugger yelled into the comms unit. Thankfully, the affirmative shouts from Brawl, Thunderhead and the rest of the groundbound Combaticons meant that none of them had died… yet, anyway. “Hyperdrive, are you ready?”

The blue ex-Micromaster transformed noisily, and nodded, gripping his bazooka in his hands. “Go, Huggy boy.”

Road Hugger nodded, and stuffed in a missile into Hyperdrive’s bazooka, then stuffed in Detour as well. The yellow Micromaster looked slightly miffled. “I still don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Oh, it isn’t. It’s just the best we can come up with.” Road Hugger replied, as he transformed into vehicle mode. “Hyperdrive- fire!”

And fire, Hyperdrive did, at the weakened knee Shockwave and the other Combaticons had been targeting. Detour leapt away before the missile slammed, before transforming and hanging onto a loose chunk of armour. It’s quite too big for anything but a Micromaster to get in to. Detour pulled out a stack of explosives from his subspace pocket, armed the timer, and leapt out of the damaged knee. “Package planted, Huggie!”

Normally, a fall like that would have killed Detour, but Road Hugger had been zipping around Dark Fleet’s feet, ready to catch Detour, and the Micromaster landed safely on top of his larger teammate. “Scatter!” And the Sports Car Patrol shot away from what would no doubt be a falling giant soon.
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Constructicon Field Hospital

“Mixmaster is an irresponsible buffoon!” Hook snapped as he snapped his scanner into its closed position. “I agree with Scrapper. He may prove useful, but I do not think that would be appropriate.”

Long Haul made a shrugging motion, then dragged Mixmaster off and shoved him next to Bonecrusher’s CR pod.

Hook turned back to face Scrapper, and shook his head. “I am afraid it does not work that way. The retrovirus will seek out and destroy only active spores. I suppose if you injected yourself, you would have short-term immunity to the Hate Plague – say, enough to make you immune while you waited for evac from the danger zone. However, injecting yourself now would not give you immunity should you drive all the way to the Danger Zone.”

Hook shook his head. “With Mixmaster’s aid, I admit, and an atmospheric dispersal tower, I could arrange for an airborne distribution of the retrovirus, completely eradicating every trace of the disease in Protihex. Of course, if there was any doubt, I could also make retroviruses that would give permanent immunities to us. Unfortunately, with time as a major factor, I have to concur with Perceptor’s assessment.”

Hook glanced at the injection cylinder. “I do indeed have more of the cure already synthesized, enough for about two dozen if we consider the cures already administered to Mixmaster and Sixshot. The needle-cylinders are in abundance too. In that event the cure could be administered by sufficiently skilled marksmen – Perceptor and Pointblank have already volunteered themselves. I would join them, of course, since like Perceptor I have extremely accurate pinpointing skills-”

“Yeah, right.” Long Haul scoffed. “Because accuracy in performing open brain surgery is tantamount to accuracy in sniping.”

“As I was saying, it would be more efficient if I was stationed here, cooking up more of the retrovirus.” Hook finished, ignoring Long Haul’s disparaging comment. “I suggest they do so from the sky… perhaps shuttle that that hac- I mean, Autobot- Hoist brought here?”

Hook pressed a button, and the quarantine chamber containing Sixshot opened. The sixchanger flexed his fingers, watching with interest as pieces of his exoskeleton flaked away. “The rage had indeed passed. Excellent work, Constructicon. I am prepared to assist in the distribution of the cure and evacuation of the afflicted myself.”
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Blast Off looked down at Rage and made a noise that was halfway between a groan and a chuckle. “There’s all sorts of Decepticons, I suppose. So you’ll… spread the disease, but you have complete control over the anger, that is? Remind me never to get in your bad side… what’s your name again… Wrath? Anger?”
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Southwest Border

Shock-Wave growled as he braced his arms against Omega Sentinel Zero-Two’s thermal beam, returning fire with his multiple anti-aircraft guns, as well as a short burst from his large cannons, aiming for the Omega Sentinel’s head and chest.

Of course, Zero-Two did cause some damage… Shock-Wave’s left wrist armour hung loose and dropped onto the ground, followed by Shock-Wave’s left hand.
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Imperial Landing Zone

Broadside landed and transformed as he did, catching Sandstorm with one arm and gently lowering the other Wrecker onto the ground. “Typical. We get here and there’s only one of those big guys left.” Broadside squinted. “There are two more in the distance, one over there and one over there… oh well, let’s help the Seeker kill his mark.”

Broadside pulled out his sidearm, and launched a volley of fire at Mirage.
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Pyro mumbled something indistinct. “Prime… he told me to rally the forces. To hold the line. To- to keep fightin’. He’s fighting. Would rather… would rather die than abandon. Orders. Prime.”

Pyro took a step forwards, then another, then pulled out his gun and fired several shots at Mirage which went very wide and hit the ground instead. “Fight. Keep fighting. Yes. You go help others. I’ll stay here. Cover your escape.”
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“Mmm, that would be tempting, wouldn’t it?” Mirage replied to Acid Storm, rolling aside as the lightning literally shot down from the sky and striking him all the time. One of the blasts sheared one of his wing-armour clean off. Broadside’s fire slammed onto his side, causing him to lose his grip and fall onto the ground.

“But see, well, I’m not one to abandon my duty. Kill me, capture me, do whatever you want, but I’m not going to run away.” Mirage stood up again, and the lightning struck again. He returned fire at Acid Storm. Mirage grunted as another bolt forced him to his knees, blowing off a chunk off his head. “What’s your name? At least let me know the name of my killer.”
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“Can’t we get a hitch on one of those nice Autobot shuttles?” Searchlight asked Sideswipe and Windcharger.

“Doubt they have any proper medics on board… last I heard Ratchet’s with the refugees, and First Aid’s holding the fort at Iacon. Which means the only reliable medics we can get you are the Constructicons.” Windcharger replied.

“Yeah, that’s real reassuring.”

“You want to get treated by some idiot like Pharma? Guy gave me a replacement leg once. Itches like hell. Had shoot myself in the leg before I could convince Fixit to redo the job properly.”

“I don't-”

“Trust me kid, you hang out with us old guard types, you get to see loads of crazy stuff. Buckle up!” Windcharger shot off, easily keeping pace with Sideswipe even while dragging the wounded Searchlight behind him, his wheels crushing the heads and limbs of Imperial Stormtroopers and Dreads.
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Underground

“Sorry boss. I mean-” Misfire mouthed ‘sorry boss’ without making a noise, before trotting up silently behind Spinister, his weapon ready for whatever they may face.

zigzagger
2012-07-30, 06:03 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

(OOC: Aw, I'm kinda stumped here :()

Optimus Prime stepped back from the Thunderwing shell when he quickly realized that his axe had proved ineffective.

The dark emissions encircling the facsimile told the Matrix-bearer all he needed to know. And as to be expected, he detected the same purple energies permeating from the real Thunderwing -- who at that very moment was pontificating in typical fashion.

Prime paid little mind to what the Liege Centuro was saying. It was a variation of the same boring speech that he had heard before from Cybertronians like Thunderwing.

While he glared back at his newly-armored opponent, the Matrix housed within the Autobot Leader's chest compartment pulsated brightly, prompting him. A clue perhaps?

Though admittedly, going off a mere hunch was far from the wisest strategy. Prowl would have more than likely disapproved had he been there. Unfortunately, at the moment it was all Optimus had.

"Only one way to find out."

He stored his ion rifle to his back and withdrew his energon axe back into his wrist socket, not once removing his eyes from the Pretender. The shells, which Springer was tending to, were the very least of Prime's concerns.

"We'll see," said Optimus, choosing not to indulge the Imperial.

In a blur, the Autobot Leader ducked past the second Matrix-infused construct and dashed headlong for Thunderwing - every polymer sinew throughout his body ready for anything.
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Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Fortress Maximus' large frame ached from all the encounters he had endured today. And it showed. From the legion of Predator fliers, to the Thunderwing copies - and now Darkfleet; the Headmaster was covered head to toe in deep scars, Matrix-bolt burns and leaking bullet holes.

A part of him told Cerebros - his component part - to disengage from his larger half and seek cover. But, he refused to give in to that voice. The Quintessons and, more recently, the Space Mafia had bested him before; Fortress Maximus would not fall again.

"No...not this time," he quietly told himself.

When Road Hugger cued him and the other Combaticons, Fortress Maximus forced himself up to his feet, wobbling along the way. His rockets struggled at first, but the Steelhaven captain managed to rise to the air before Darkfleet would inevitably come crashing down.

---

Shockwave meanwhile, hung overhead in ray-gun mode, watching and waiting for the Imperial titan to topple over.
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Constructicon Field Hospital

Perceptor shook his head. "I would advise against that," he told Hook. "Hoist's vessel is little more than a transport, with substandard evasive and defensive capabilities. It is unsuitable for our purposes."

"It also houses the wounded," Pointblank chimed in.

"Mm, yes - there is that to consider as well," the science officer said indifferently. "But, if our resident multi-former Sixshot wishes to volunteer, he will provide us the necessary cover while we administer the counteractant among the infected."
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Imperial Landing Zone

Sprocket made a scoffing sound. "Cover our escape?!!" the Actionmaster bellowed over the intercom. "C'mon, you can't even hold your gun straight!"

Gizmo grabbed Pyro's arm and gently tugged. "No, we're helping you," he pleaded. "Please don't go. That monster will kill you."

"Yeah, don't -- erm, I mean, don't make me shoot you!"

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Southwest Border

Shock-Wave's cannonade moved up along Omega Sentinel 02's chest, flicking chunks of plating away and shattering the massive Guardian Robot's visor.

A stray bolt pierced through its now-vulnerable left optic, escaping from the ventilation port on the side of the Zero-Two's head.

Still, it could not override its own programming, regardless of the system warnings it was now receiving or its impaired vision.

The blue and white giant spun its head around, revealing the turret on the opposite side, and lifted its claw-arm along with its all ready raised cannon, its three digits splaying wide open.

In rapid succession, the Omega Sentinel unleashed its full arsenal upon Shock-Wave.
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Manganese Mountains

Ratchet peaked his head inside an empty living quarter - one of many along a long corridor found within the sub-level of Fortress Maximus' old hideout. And just like the rest, there was nothing to be found. No discernible threats, let alone any evidence of it recently being inhabited.

The Steelhaven captain nodded in approval. "Good."

His boot-steps reverberated throughout the ghostly vacant understructure as Ratchet made his way back down the hall toward the stairwell leading up to the main level.

Part way, Groove approached from the opposite end of the corridor, having just finished inspected the living quarters himself.

"I may as well ask," said Ratchet, "what do you think? Aside from the surprise Springer left us, I'm not finding much to complain about. But, you're the duly elected Governor of Protihex."

"It just - it just goes on forever, doesn't it?" replied Groove. "It's in a concealed location. Plenty of space for living and storage. We can set up a medical facility and there's room for a small manufactory. It even comes with its own security system...

"In a time like this, I know I should be optimistic, but -- well, it's just too good to be true."

Ratchet smiled sympathetically "Mm, I know. It's a nasty force of habit. I'm half-expecting to find a Sparkeater* lurking down here," he said. "I'm glad you like it, though."

"It will definitely do while we rebuild -- assuming they go along with it, that is." The former-Protectobot frowned. "We can't exactly force this sort of thing. The people are traumatized as it is."

The governor sighed. "At any rate -- have you heard from Brainstorm?"

"No, but thanks for reminding me."

Ratchet placed his hand over his left audio receptor. "Brainstorm? Any progress on your end?"

(OOC: * - Oh yeah, I totally went there ;))

Blackjack
2012-07-30, 07:17 PM
Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Road Hugger shot off in one direction as Detour's bomb package detonated in the knee that the Combaticons and Shockwave had been targeting earlier. Hyperdrive shot off in an angle, while Detour hung onto Road Hugger's steering wheel.

Road Hugger watched and was thankful that Fortress Maximus got away to safety, as Brawl and Thunderhead dragged away the last injured Combaticon...

But Dark Fleet's knee did not explode.

Dark Fleet's cannons warmed up, ready to blast the Constructicon hospital. "Target: Locked. Destruction: Imminent."

"Oh, damn it all to the Pit." Hyperdrive transformed, pulled out his bazooka, and fired off a shot.

And then Dark Fleet's knee exploded as the countdown reached zero, and the shockwaves flung Hyperdrive and Road Hugger into the air.

Dark Fleet, roaring, unsupported by the now-missing leg, fell backwards. His cannon blasts fired away into the sky. He flailed as he slammed onto the ground, chest-down. The titan attempted to regain his bearings, but with the weight of three battleships and only one leg, it was difficult.

The scores of Combaticons that resumed opening fire didn't help matters for the Imperial either.
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Road Hugger transformed before he crash-landed, catching Detour in one hand. Hyperdrive was not so lucky- the impact had sent him tumbling away, crashing onto a chunk of debris. He lay there, unmoving.

"No." Road Hugger said as he rushed to Hyperdrive's side. "Hyperdrive!"

"Guess that's it fer me, Huggy boy..." Hyperdrive muttered. It was a miracle he even went this far. He's had limbs torn off, he's fought while bleeding from two dozen wounds, he's had his head shot open... it's a miracle he was still able to walk, let alone do precision speed-driving.

But the wounds had not healed. The Constructicons may have given him a new arm, patched up his head as best as they could, but the impact had torn those wounds open again... not to mention the huge chunk of Dark Fleet's hull that was now pinning Hyperdrive's chest onto the ground.

Road Hugger knew this, but he would not- could not- accept it. Detour was shouting something indistinct, but Road Hugger couldn't hear it. "Medic! Someone get the Constructicons!" Road Hugger yelled, but there was no one nearby.

"End of the line fer me..." Hyperdrive whispered. "What a way to go, huh?"

"No. No. You are going to wake up and tell him yourself. You hear me?"

"Mmm..." Hyperdrive chuckled, coughed up Energon and stopped. "Look, Huggy- Detour- you two- y'all can adapt ta peace. Me, I'm a psycho. I'm a sick psycho. I don't have a place here. In peace. Not anymore."

Road Hugger said nothing as he held Hyperdrive's hand. Detour hopped down and put his hands on him too. Detour shook his head. "We can all change, Hyperdrive. You... you fought against the Imperials. You're... you're always one of us. Decepticon, Combaticon, Sports Car Patrol..."

"Heh." Hyperdrive snorted. "I... I did good, did I? Fer Cybertron? And everybody else?"

"Yes, Hyperdrive. You did good." Road Hugger said.

"Tell... tell 'Jack... sorry..."

Road Hugger and Detour watched in silence as the life ebbed away from Hyperdrive... but, they knew that for the first time, they saw Hyperdrive with a peaceful, satisfied smile.
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Constructicon Field Hospital

Hook tilted his head. "You can deal with the small details, I'm sure, Perceptor. In the meantime, I will continue synthesizing more of the cure. Long Haul, be a dear and grab Mixmaster's spare chemical samples, would you?"

Sixshot stepped towards Perceptor and Pointblank and nodded. "Let us not waste any more time, then. I am ready." The six-changer then transformed into his armoured transport mode, waiting for Perceptor to give the order to move out. "Far from me to decide scientific matters, but I would prefer we cure Ultra Magnus first."

A worthy opponent such as he should not be reduced into a rage-filled animal.
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Imperial Landing Zone

"I can. Prime. Prime told me to." Pyro replied to Gizmo and Sprocket. He raised his rifle and shot off a few shots at the immobile corpse of Tidal Wave. "I'll kill- kill the monster. Be like Optimus Prime- noble sacrifice..."

Pyro didn't continue the sentence, because he had fallen into unconsciousness while standing up.
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Drift glanced around. The battlefield was, for the moment, bereft of any Stormtroopers, Demons or what-have-you. The Aerialbots had cleaned up any remaining airborne Imperials, the giants are dead or away...

The former Decepticon looked up at the nearest ranking officer, which, to his position, was Skydive and approached him. "Skydive!" Drift called out. "What now?"
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Southwest Border

Shock-Wave barely had time to react as the blast from the giant cannon tore a hole through his stomach, while the head turret blew one of his giant cannons apart.

As he stumbled backwards, Shock-Wave counteracted with his own barrage, opening fire with his remaining cannon, while his anti aircraft turrets opened fire, aiming their payloads at the Omega Sentinel's head.
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Manganese Mountains

Brainstorm replied to Ratchet and Groove with a chuckle. "You have no idea how difficult it is to type in a keyboard triple your size. Honestly. My servos hurt in places I don't even know I own."

"Aaaanyway, Springer's left his little stockpile of weapons, and I think he's stocked up the base's med bay with medical supplies... don't even want to know where he got them from. There's apparently even parts looted from the Quintessons' Dark Guardians stashed in one of the lower hangar bays." Brainstorm shrugged. "He's probably trying to reactivate one as backup for Iacon's GADEP units."

Brainstorm shrugged, "That's about it, though. I've reprogrammed the security system, it won't fire on Autobots, Decepticons or neutrals... but I'm paranoid and I'm not switching it off just yet."

zigzagger
2012-07-31, 07:59 PM
Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Shockwave levitated higher while he drew ambient energies towards himself, channeling them to the barrel of his ray-gun form. Darkfleet was dead-on in his sights.

"Road Hugger - I would advise you seek cover," he told the Combaticon Leader.

Fortress Maximus, weary and battle-worn, hung directly across from the former-Deception, his gaze fixed on the grounded giant. Whereas Shockwave remained calm and composed, the Headmaster's optics angrily narrowed, his teeth clenched.

The Steelhaven along with half of the city-state's population was forced to evacuate, several of his crewmen were dead, and Protihex - the home he had once sworn to protect - had been reduced to a massive exit wound.

This monster - like the rest of the Imperial invaders - would pay for it had done.

The batteries along his arms and legs flipped out from their hidden compartments and whirled loudly to life, shaking the Steelhaven captain as they charged to full capacity.

"Combaticons," Shockwave called out. "Let us--"

"NOW! WE FINISH IT!"

Fortress Maximus unleashed his full might upon Darkfleet. Shockwave followed suit, discharging an electromagnetic beam, joining his firepower with the Combaticons.
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Constructicon Field Hospital

Perceptor smirked. "As you wish," he told Sixshot.

"Hook?" The science officer shifted his gaze to the Constructicon. "The ampoules*, if you would, and we will be on our way."

(OOC: * - Or darts, or vials, or bullets, or whatever you want them to be :))
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Imperial Landing Zone

Sprocket groaned. "Ugh, finally! Now hurry an' load 'im up."

"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying," Gizmo grumbled back as he attempted to raise Pyro off the ground; a task that proved to be far more difficult than expected.

He then trudged up the Mirror-Manifold's boarding ramp, the Autobot's legs wobbling under the weight of the Pyro's bulky form.

The hatch raised shut behind Gizmo and the shuttle promptly took to the air....

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Mirror-Manifold

A small space had been cleared in the Mirror Manifold's cargo hold to accommodate and transport the wounded. It was a simple, makeshift set-up, with just a few rows of beds and shelving stocked with basic medical supplies and equipment.

Save a few empty slabs, the area was already occupied. Among the injured was Rotorstorm, weak but fully conscious. Hurricane was standing at his bedside, tending to the youthful Turbomaster.

Rotorstorm raised his head when Gizmo arrived with Pyro in tow. "Hey, Gizzy," he said dozily. "Whoa, that Pryo you got there?"

Gizmo grunted. "Nnh...Hurricane...you mind - huff - giving me a hand here?"

The Turbomaster nodded and moved over to the comparatively shorter Transformer. He worked his hands underneath the unconscious Autobot and lifted him up from Gizmo's arms.

"Careful," he whispered. "Okay - okay, I got him." Hurricane turned away and placed Pyro down on to an empty slab next Rotorstorm.

"He - he's isn't, you know, dead, is he?" The younger Turbomaster asked.

Hurricane batted the top of his head. "Don't talk like that."

"No, he's fine. All things considered," Gizmo told them. "He just didn't want to stop fighting. Said that's what Prime would've wanted him to do."

Rotorstorm snickered. "Heh, I bet he did--" He winced when Hurricane shot an icy glare at him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

(OOC: And now we know where Rotorstorm and Hurricane went off to :))
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Southwest Border

The discharges from Shock-Wave's anti-aircraft cannons exploded against the Omega Sentinel's head-mounted turret, destroying it.

The blue and white titan stepped backwards one gigantic pace -- then was pushed reeling back another when the massive Imperial's barrage burned through the Sentinel's shoulder, before regaining its equilibrium.

Zero-Two paid little mind to the flames now rising from its head or the jagged chunk missing from its shoulder.

The Omega Sentinel charged forward and swiped its claw at the giant gaping hole in Shock-Wave's gut -- with the intent on tearing the Imperial in two.
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Manganese Mountains

Ratchet raised his brow. "A...Dark Guardian? At this point I don't care about the 'why' - I'd be more curious in 'when' and 'how' Springer managed to find the time to do any of this?"

The Steelhaven Captain waved dismissively -- a pointless gesture as Brainstorm couldn't see it. "But we'll figure that out later. Go give your hands a rest, Brainstorm, you did good," he said. "With full access of the security grid now, Cog should be able to patch himself in and go from there."

Ratchet looked back at Groove. "Now comes the hard part."

The Governor nodded. "Mm, yes, I know. Now we have to convince the refugees to move in."

Warcry
2012-08-01, 12:37 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Scrapper just nodded in agreement and left Hook to deal with the finer points of the distribution system. Dropping down on a nearby bench, he waved Long Haul over.

"It sounds like the battle is winding down," he said, because we haven't gotten a surge of wounded in, oh...fifteen minutes or so. We should rest while we can. Once our side is done mopping up, we'll spend the next two days digging deactivated bodies out of the rubble and trying to salvage them."
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Shuttle Gunner went evasive asDark Fleet returned fire, and despite his bulk and poor agility he managed to use a mathematical algorithm to keep himself from being shot out of the sky.
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

"My name is 'the guy who's going to climb up there and club you if you don't stop wasting his time', but no one can ever remember that so they call me Rage," the stormtrooper told Blast Off.

"I kinda like this guy," Fireflight admitted. "Treating Combaticons like shit right to their faces...awesome."

"Come down here and say that," Rage invited him.

"Uh...no thanks."

Rage sighed. "Anyway...do you guys need anything, or are you just disappointed you didn't get to snipe me like Jackpot over there?"

He chuckled as if reliving the event in his mind.
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Imperial Landing Zone

Sandstorm sighed. "My guns shoot sand and it's raining," he told Broadside, "so, uh...good luck with that. I'll be over here, not getting stepped on."

As much as it galled him to sit out a fight, with both of his alt-modes broken and his weapons useless there was nothing he could do other than run up to the bigger Transformer and get himself stepped on.
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"I'm not big on names," Acid Storm told Mirage. "Who I am isn't as important as what I am -- I'm a Rainmaker. If you insist on stubbornly marching into the Pit for no good reason, I'm sure you'll meet the rest of my team there." He smiled, though since he was in jet mode no one would be able to see it. "Tell them they still suck."
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"Plus, it's more fun this way," Sideswipe quipped to Windcharger as he power-turned around broken bodies, leaving "SS"-shaped tire-marks wherever he could just for the hell of it.

"Seriously, I can't remember the last time I just drove somewhere. And when you turn into a car like this, I'm pretty sure that's a crime."
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Skydive looked down at the Autobot that was hailing him, and automatically felt his metaphorical shields go up when he recognized Drift.

"Unless you can turn into an Omega Sentinel, there's no one left for you to fight," he told the ex-Decepticon warily. "So our next priority has to be finding the wounded. I've got a full squad of Aerialbots looking, but they're up in the sky and don't have as good a view as you do. Get moving, and if you find anyone who needs help flag them for medevac."
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The Lunatic Fringe

Spinister just glared at Misfire, then gestured for the rest of the Targetmasters to follow him up the stairwell. He gestured with his fingers, indicating that Triggerhappy and Needlenose should move to the left while Misfire, Slugslinger and himself would go right.

Once they were on the surface, he kept low and crept around the building, making his way toward the front entrance while the other team headed for the back.
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"Really?" Thunderwing responded disdainfully to Springer's taunts. "Childish mockery may get a rise out of the peons you usually fight, but against a person of my stature all you've accomplished is to make me feel a modicum of sympathy for how thoroughly you've just embarrassed yourself."

The shell again foiled the Autobot's attack with a well-placed forcefield, deflecting his blade harmlessly.

"Now, should I toy with you some more, or should I just put you out of my--agh!"

The traitorous Pretender was blindsided by the rushing Optimus, bowled over and dropped to the ground in a heap.

zigzagger
2012-08-01, 03:20 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

Optimus wasn't about to give Thunderwing an ounce of reprieve or a shred of opportunity. He could not afford to this time...

Prime sprung up to his feet, bolted for the floored Pretender, and pulled his foot back to punt Thunderwing in the 'gut' as he lay in a heap.

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Blackjack
2012-08-01, 12:11 PM
Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Road Hugger and Detour still stared in mild shock as Hyperdrive’s corpse looked listlessly at a point near their foot. Shockwave’s message jarred them from their little moment. “Acknowledged.” Road Hugger said quietly. He reached out and touched Hyperdrive’s body… bringing the body would burden them and be suicidal, yet not bringing Hyperdrive’s corpse would be an insult to their friend.

Road Hugger emptied his subspace pocket with one hand, letting close to a dozen guns, several assorted explosives and data-pads fall onto the ground, before subspacing Hyperdrive’s corpse. “Let’s roll.”

The two transformed into their vehicular forms and shot away from Dark Fleet, knowing that there was nothing they could do anymore… Shockwave and Maximus will finish the job. Their work was done here. Opening fire at Dark Fleet would be petty and a waste of their ammunition.

But Dark Fleet killed Hyperdrive.

“Sir-” Brawl’s voice came through the commlinks.

“Kill it.” Road Hugger growled. His Scrapmaker minigun swiveled out of his hood, pointing backwards, and opened fire, sending slugs towards the titan’s armour. Detour’s pinprick lasers followed suit.
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Dark Fleet made a gurgling roar as the raging Fortress Maximus unleashed his not inconsiderable firepower onto him, blasts tearing chunks out of his thick armour. Shockwave’s electromagnetic beam joined together with Fortress Maximus’ barrage, and the Combaticons continued their small-arms laser fire. In the air, Darkjet and Tinker recovered from their evasion, and joined in with their own attacks.

Dark Fleet’s armour started to blow apart where Maximus and Shockwave hit him, but unlike an Omega Sentinel’s blast, they were not sufficient to tear through him quickly as was the case with Tidal Wave.

Dark Fleet roared and spasmed in agony as his body was blasted apart… there was nothing he could do. He could not get up, could not transform, could not fire at his enemies while facing the ground… Dark Fleet roared and roared until one of Maximus’ blasts tore into a fuel line, which ignited the Energon within, causing Dark Fleet to explode into a massive pillar of flames.
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Constructicon Field Hospital

(OOC: I could’ve sworn Hook gave Perceptor the ampoules in a previous post, but apparently he hadn’t… :glance: )

Hook nodded as he handed around a dozen ampoules to Perceptor. “They should be able to fit inside the barrel of your sniper rifle. I suppose I should not remind such an accomplished mind such as yourself not to waste your shots, mm?”
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Long Haul sauntered over to Scrapper, and nodded eagerly. “I’m up for salvaging and stuff. We’re going to have to fix Bonecrusher first, though.” The Constructicon glanced at the CR chamber. “And that crazy cement truck fellow that got injured with him.”

Long Haul chuckled and shook his head as he grabbed two cans of Energon and tossed one at Scrapper, before taking a sip from the other one through an induction port near his chin. “Crazy day, huh, boss? And it’s just the first week of getting back from the dead. Or rebooted, or whatever.”
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Moonjet sat up, watched as the primitives planned to cure the Hate Plague, and smiled a little. He understood now what they lacked. The Imperials had resources, had manpower, had superior weapons… but unlike these primitives, they lacked… creativity. The Cybertronian Empire was so rooted in being a legion, in being a uniform Empire, that individual ideas have been all but exercised.

Here, he saw Decepticons, Autobots, Neutrals, all working together, contributing to each other’s plans…

And, unlike the Predators or Stormtroopers or Trakkons or what-have-you, all of them… even the Decepticons… stop to pick up their wounded from the ground. With the Imperials, there was no such consideration. If you fall, you will be left behind.

And, other than the upper echelons, they were all expected to conform to an ideal. To be unquestioning, to be obedient, to be powerful killers to overwhelm the enemy. Moonjet smiled as he watched Scrapper and Long Haul talk together, as Hook and Perceptor discuss distribution methods, as Sixshot transformed, ready to transport them, as the Combaticons and Autobots and Shockwave brought down Dark Fleet outside... So different, all of them.

Yet they adapt to their situation.

Moonjet’s never thought he could be something else.

With Skyquake and Skydive dead, there were no more voices in his head. No one to force him to be a fighter.

He’s always fancied art, and thought it was a pity that every trace of a race’s culture would be burnt down in flames. Not that he’s ever spoken against it, mind you.

Moonjet fancied that he could be a painter when this is all over.
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

“Right. Rage.” Blast Off replied at the Stormtrooper. He was tempted to snipe a hole through the Stormtrooper’s head, but the whole cooperation bit, and the fact that the Combaticon had a feeling he might just be able to carry out his threat, made him hold his fire. “I like him. He treats Aerialbots like shit too, so he can’t be all that bad.”

The Combaticon made an aerial shrug. “We’re just disabling them while we wait for the brain-heads to cook up a cure to the Plague. Since they’re about the only infected that are still alive, plus you… I don’t think we need anything from you… just don’t kill them.”
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Imperial Landing Zone

Broadside sighed. “Why didn’t you bring a backup piece, huh? How long have you been a Wrecker? Your stupid secret weakness is rain. No wonder Galvatron got to you in that rainy day back on Earth.”

Broadside lowered his weapons, though. There were basically no more enemies to fight, and he simply stood, looking around. Maybe they should’ve followed Springer instead.
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“A Rainmaker.” Mirage rolled the name in his tongue. “Not your true name, but appropriate for your abilities.”

“Very well, then, Rainmaker… I know that I have no place here or anywhere even if I surrender. Do it, then. Strike me down. Let it be known that Mirage died with dignity in battle against a worthy opponent, one who could summon down a storm of nature itself.” Mirage raised his arms wide, accepting his fate, optics fixed on Acid Storm.
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“Must you do that?” Windcharger asked Sideswipe with bemusement as the other Autobot created SS-shaped tire marks.

“You’re just pissed ‘W’ is not as easy to carve on the ground compared to ‘S’.” Searchlight quipped.

“Har-har.” Windcharger chuckled. “Of course. When we turn into beautiful sleek red sports cars, it’s a crime not to flash it in every humanely possible moment, no? It’s what Sunst-” Windcharger bit his tongue. “Sorry.” He said mutely.
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Drift nodded at Skydive. “Understood. The Mirror-Manifold is evacuating some of the immediate wounded, but I will continue searching.”

The former Decepticon folded into his alternate mode and shot off.
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Mirror-Manifold

Pyro’s optics were still dark, but it was evident that he was still alive, just shocked into stasis lock by the extent of the injuries.

Electro at Rotorstorm as he hopped on board the Mirror-Manifold behind Gizmo. “That Pyro guy is completely nuts. Brave, insane, but completely loco.”
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Southwest Border

Shock-Wave roared in triumph as Omega Sentinel 02’s head mounted turret blew up, but his roar ended in a scream as Zero-Two’s claw tore him into two through the gaping hole in the wound. His upper body was thrown by the momentum and crashed onto the ruins of what used to be an office building, while his lower body stood rooted to the spot, almost comically…

Then both parts of the bodies shuddered, and seemed to fall apart even more…

Before Shock-Wave transformed into his vehicular forms. Shock-Wave, like his mold-mates Tidal Wave and Dark Fleet, transformed into three separate Imperial cruisers. What Zero-Two destroyed was merely the central piece. Shock-Wave’s coordination was severely impaired by having his middle component destroyed, but the other two can still battle.

The two vessels banked left and right respectively, before opening fire, attempting to ignite the reactor within Zero-Two’s cannon arm.
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“That’s totally cheating, isn’t it, Guzzle?” Volt yelled. “He’s going to kill the Omega Sentinel!” The Laser Rod raised his lightsaber and launched a blast of electricity at the nearest Shock-Wave piece.
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The Lunatic Fringe

Misfire gave Spinister a child-like, toothy grin, before getting serious and following him and Slugslinger towards the entrance. He had no idea what Spinister was leading them to, but he killed two Imperials today in a firefight.

He felt like he was ready for anything.

Just don’t accidentally shoot Spinister or Slugslinger by mistake…
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“Fine. I’ve got better things to do than to taunt you, though.” Springer replied to Thunderwing as the forcefield deflected another blow. “Killing you, for one.”

The former Wrecker pushed against the floor, the springs in his legs launching him in an angle backwards towards the Thunderwing that Optimus Prime was assaulting. He turned around in mid-air, attempting to drive his sword through the vulnerable Thunderwing shell that contained the inner robot…
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Manganese Mountains

“When, I’m guessing when he disappeared for the five years or so between the Reclamation and now. Probably got the idea when he saw the Warworld get retaken by the Imperials.” Brainstorm replied to Ratchet. “How, though, I’m not sure… probably enlisted the help of drones? Or he’s probably found them nearby and just moved them through sheer Wrecker-ness. If that’s a word.”

Brainstorm shrugged. “Give my hands a rest? My hands don’t need a rest… my feet does. I’ve been hopping around the keyboard so fast I think I burnt out all my servos in my right leg. Do you think the Brainstorm of this universe keeps a spare Transector around?”

optimusskids
2012-08-01, 09:34 PM
Constructicon Field Hospital


Gravedigger hauled in another crate of Supplies

"where should I put the fragging spares you slaggers."

Blackjack
2012-08-02, 06:03 PM
Constructicon Field Hospital

"Was wondering who handled my job while I helped out in freaky brain surgeries." Long Haul chuckled as Gravedigger came in. "Depends. By spares do you mean assorted parts and medical supplies, or corpses?"

optimusskids
2012-08-02, 08:57 PM
Constructicon Field Hospital

Gravedigger snorted

"Well I reckon its about 50% corpses or as we like to call them the spare part enabled, 30% factory fresh spares. Don't ask where I got them , 15 Medical supplies and the rest is some random slag i found in a Doctors surgery 17 blocks over , looks like he was a good doctor least before someone ate his face off, kept his equipment nice and shiny.

He pointed

"Slaggers the 3rd corpse from the right in case you were interested."

Shine
2012-08-05, 09:07 AM
Hate Plague Danger Zone

That nuisance of a thing was gone, Hun-Grrr's vision no longer a victim of its presence. So preoccupied he was in his own world of scheming and self-serving goals in need of accomplishing that he only just realised this. Blot and Cutthroat must have had eliminated the pest while he was engaged in thought; the latter wore spatters of vital fluids layered over his arms and face-plate.

Good. Hun-Grrr was pleased with the efficient demise his Terrorcons had arranged for the pest. Now he could concentrate on leaving this wretched area and relocate to another where their destructive efforts would result in satisfaction and significance.

Killing Morphobots and Hate Plague sufferers did not tickle Hun-Grrr's violent inclinations in the slightest, being the worthless creatures he viewed them as. That, and physical combat, every Terrorcons' preference in battle, was not quite an effective tactic to use against them.

Hun-Grrr detached his interest from his two Terrorcons and turned around. Breakdown was still there, quivering as usual. Probably too frightened to move. Or too paranoid. Most likely both.

Whatever state the Stunticon was in, Hun-Grrr wasn't going to start offering him his concern now. Oh, no. Not to a little oil stain like Breakdown.

“Stunticon.” The Terrorcon leader's tone was cold, hollow, no more soulful than the explosions heard in the near distance. “We're moving, so keep up.”

Blackjack
2012-08-05, 10:53 AM
Constructicon Field Hospital

"Guessed they were corpses." Long Haul replied to Gravedigger, as he took another sip from his energon. "Pity. Not probably someone we knew, but still, we could use all the help we could get here."

Pause.

"Well, not really, we're just that good."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

"Meep."

Breakdown twitched as Hun-Grrr addressed him, moving back towards the relative safety of the three remaining Terrorcons, slightly hunched over, afraid that another attacker would, somehow, somewhere, jump out at him.

Not that the Terrorcons were exactly very comforting, mind you....

Teeth teeth teeth teeth oh god oh god oh god

"Yes, yes. Let us go. Go. Yes. Escape." Escape sounded good. Breakdown transformed into vehicular mode, and reactivated his break-down vibrations, moving along in a pace to drive away the Morphobots and whatever Scraplets are left from Acid Storm's assault.

zigzagger
2012-08-05, 07:55 PM
Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Darkfleet erupted in a fiery orange blossom, flinging chunks of debris in all directions. The field hospital had been saved.

As the flames settled, a twisted, burnt frame was all that remained of the Imperial titan, its ruined torso splayed open like a tome. Darkfleet optics were permanently transfixed to the sky, its mouth gaping in surprise.

Folding his batteries away, Fortress Maximus lowered himself slowly down to the ground.

He stood for a moment, looking out toward the smoking wreckage and confirming what he already knew - before giving into his tired body and plopping down in exhaustion.

The Headmaster drew one leg in, draping his arm across his knee, and let out a long, well deserved sigh.

Shockwave circled overhead, lowering with each revolution. He converted back to mechanoid form and dropped down next to the Steelhaven Captain.

"I - I lost control. Not all that befitting a mechanoid of my 'stature', is it?" said Fortress Maximus. "And yet, you Shockwave, manage to remain imperturbable and composed. Perhaps I should have been following your example."

"When necessary, the consolidation of a unit's so-called 'emotion subroutines' can effectively reduce...."

The large Autobot made a short, raspy chuckle.

"I amuse you?" Shockwave queried.

"Not at all -- though, I suppose I expected such a response."

Fortress Maximus then nudged his head off toward the distance, where the field hospital lay. "Well...another crisis averted, here in Protihex."

A resigned smile then played at the edge of the Autobot Commander's mouth. "We'll have much work to do."

"Indeed."
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Constructicon Field Hospital

Peceptor received the ampoules from Hook and placed them carefully inside a small, rectangular container.

Once each of the vials were neatly lined up with one another, the science officer snapped the case shut and slipped it inside his leg-side holster.

"Oh, I do not intend to," he assured the Constructicon.

With a nod, the science officer spun away and started for the exit. "Pointblank, Sixshot," he said over his shoulder. "It is time we depart."

Perceptor shifted into his all-terrain mode and sped off. Pointblank (and presumably Sixshot) followed suit.
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Mirror-Manifold

"Ha! See?" Rotorstorm blurted out. "Electro knows what I'm talkin' about. The dude has gotta have a few wires crossed. Anyone that goes out in Prime cosplay has--"

Hurricane once again batted the young Autobot over the head.

"Heeeey!" he whined. "I got hurt on the field. You have to be nice to me, 'Cane."

"Then show some respect."
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Southwest Border

Guzzle looked on as Omega Sentinel 02 reeled back from the now-separated Shock-Wave's assault.

"Yeah, that's not fair at all!" he concurred with Volt. "C'mon guys!" He motioned at the other Autobots forming the perimeter. "We're ain't on border duty for nothin'! Let's finish off this piece of crap!"

"Hell yeah!" Skram answered enthusiastically.

The remaining perimeter guard joined in and roared in unison, rattling their rifles in the air.

Guzzle assumed tank mode and rolled for one of Shock-Wave's component parts, his turret firing wildly. Road Rocket, Manta Ray and Leadfoot charged in after the Sparkabot in similar fashion.

Skram and the remaining perimeter guard meanwhile assisted Volt with the other half of the giant Imperial.
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Manganese Mountains

Ratchet thought for a moment. "He might," he told Brainstorm. "Though, come to think of it, there also may be a spare, generic transtector lying around the Steelhaven somewhere. I'd be surprise if there wasn't, considering that several of our crew-mates are Headmasters...

"And if not," Ratchet shrugged, "just be sure to remind me when this is all over and I'll have one sent over from Iacon."

Shine
2012-08-06, 08:56 AM
Hate Plague Danger Zone

As they wove a path through the ruins of this section of the war zone, Cutthroat's optics darted from left to right hoping something would jump out at them. His lust for brutality was akin to a bottomless pit: there was no amount of savagery capable of filling it. Even during battle, Cutthroat felt as though he could do more. Rip off more arms, bite out more vocalisers, simply serve more pain to his foes.

He didn't like how Breakdown got to lead the way. He understood why, to prevent Scraplets and Morphobots from overwhelming them with superior numbers, but he still didn't like it one little bit. What if something other than a Scraplet or Morphobot greeted them directly from the front? Well, Cutthroat wouldn't get the first crack at the adversary, would he?

“Hey, Breakdown!” Cutthroat pulled up as close as he could to the Stunticon, wary of his rumbling ability. “Any decent enemies that I can sink my claws into are mine, you got that? You just run and hide behind Hun-Grrr or Blot and let me take care of them. Or I might take care of you. We clear?”

Warcry
2012-08-06, 11:52 PM
Constructicon Hospital

Scrapper grabbed the energon brew out of the air, popped it open and took a long swig through the emergency induction port in his faceplate.

"I know what you mean," he told Long Haul. "I was hoping we'd at least get some quiet time before we had to get to work. Like when we were on Earth, it seemed like there would be a week-long or month-long break between anything happening and we'd get the chance to rest and recharge. Recently though, it's go-go-go every second of every day."

He waved to Gravedigger. "Store them in the equipment bay," he told the other Constructicon. "Then start practising how to turn into a leg, in case I decide to shoot that idiot Mixmaster a few times instead of waking him up."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Rage shrugged. "No promises," he told Blast-Off. "But as long as they don't get back up again I think I'll be able to oblige you."

He looked across the battlefield, taking in the dead Imperials, Morphobots, Thunderwing shells and Demons.

"Is there anything left that I can kill for you? I've got a good head of steam going here and it'd be a shame to waste it."
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Imperial Landing Zone

Sandstorm groaned. "I did, Broadside. I had two, actually. Both of them got crushed when that building fell down on me."

He sighed.

"Look, just loan me one of your axes in case someone else pops up that needs killing OK?"
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"Nope," Acid Storm said to Mirage. "If you want to die, you can stand here and wait for another lightning bolt to take you out. If your life's that worthless, it's your choice. Or you can duck down into that nice big hole I dug for you, ride out the storm and find something useful to do with your life. Either way, you're not a threat to anyone else. And I came here because I was tired of killing people for wearing the wrong-coloured badge, so if you want to be put out of your misery you'll have to find someone else to do it.

"I'm a soldier, not a murderer."
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"Must I?" Sideswipe laughed. "Hell no. But I'm going to anyway. Lighten up, Windcharger. We've won, by the looks of it. That means celebration time."

When the Minibot mentioned his brother, though, Sideswipe's levity vanished.

"Forget Sunstreaker," he told the other Autobot. "He made his choice. He forgot about us, and we should do the same to him. He's not worth our memories, Windcharger, not if he'd run out on us at a time like this."
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Skydive watched as Drift moved off, then quickly checked the automated status reports from the rest of his Aerialbots. None of them had died, miraculously, and all of them were engaged in the kind of search and rescue operations he'd sent Drift on (save for Air Raid, Airazor and Breakaway, who were flying CAP, and Fireflight who was still wandering around with one of the Combaticons).

All in all, even though it had started out badly it had been a good day for the team.
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The Lunatic Fringe

Slugslinger was obviously on the same wavelength as Misfire, because he used his radio to say, "Maybe Misfire should go first? You know, just in case."

Spinister sighed. "No. I have faith in his skills. Besides, what better way to keep you from panicking and running away than knowing you need to keep ahead of his bullets?"

"Ouch." Then Slugslinger frowned. "Wait, that was a joke. Since when do you make jokes?"

"Maybe I always have, but you just don't understand most of them." Spinister turned his attention back to the door, then transmitted, "I'll open it on three. You two go in and shoot anything that looks like Thunderwing or has an Imperial logo on it."

He grabbed the door handle, and used his fingers to indicate the numbers.

One...Two...Three.

He flung the door open. Slugslinger rushed inside, trying to ignore the fear clawing at his guts.
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Thunderwing grunted as Optimus landed a kick to his midsection, sending him tumbling into the room's back wall at the same time as it cracked the shell's armour.

As Springer vaulted upwards, he would find himself met in mid-air not by one of the shells that Starscream had sent falling down the stairs, blasting toward him in jet mode at full speed.

The primary Thunderwing, meanwhile, took a second to ponder how he would stop Optimus Prime before the solution presented itself of it's own volition.

"Both of you will pay for that!" Starscream shrieked as he got back to his feet, running toward Thunderwing and Optimus while he fired his null rays. "The Matrix is mine and no one else's!"

Thunderwing smiled as he realized that the ambitious seeker's weaknesses had allowed the Matrix to twist his mind to Thunderwing's will from a distance, prodding him to engage Thunderwing's enemies even though no rational being would have even considered it.

Oh, how quickly they fall... he thought triumphantly, the weak-minded fools.

Of course, it never occurred to the Pretender that his mind was far, far more deeply in the Matrix's thrall than Starscream ever could be. Why would it? He held the power, not them.

zigzagger
2012-08-07, 03:37 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

Optimus Prime readied himself to pounce on Thunderwing, but, amidst the chaos and confusion caused by Springer, the Pretender's copy, and now the Targetmasters, the Autobot Leader had barely noticed that Starscream had regained consciousness.

The Seeker's null rays peppered the side of Prime's apex armor, effectively impeding his movement.

With little choice, he was forced to eject from the 'suit ' while it rebooted itself. At the peak of his jump, Optimus skillfully assumed his original form and swung his rifle forward, before landing deftly on the lobby floor.

"You would condemn us - even your Decepticons - to repeat history?" The Matrix-bearer quickly twisted the barrel of his rifle to readjust it's current setting. "No, Starscream, I can't let you do that."

Optimus unleashed a wide, and quite powerful concussive blast at the wildly charging Decepticon Leader. Starscream need not perish, but he also needed to be removed from play - and quickly, while Thunderwing stood by.

...Though, considering the Seeker's history of deceit, Prime would no doubt come to regret this decision later.

optimusskids
2012-08-07, 06:34 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Gravedigger scowled.

"yeah I guess if I was upside down maybe that would slagging work."

Blackjack
2012-08-09, 11:02 AM
Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Road Hugger and Detour emerged from the smoke and dust left behind by Dark Fleet’s death, charred and damaged, but mostly unharmed. The same couldn’t be said for the late Hyperdrive, however. The two trudged towards where Fortress Maximus and Shockwave had landed, overhearing their conversation.

In the distance, Brawl, Thunderhead, Undertow and the remaining Combaticons were also making their way towards the two leadership figures.

“We killed that… thing.” Road Hugger told Fortress Maximus, voice bitter. “Saved the hospital. Saved the Combaticons and the damn cure. It’s all that matters.”

Detour made a shrugging noise as he gave Shockwave a short wave from where he was standing.

Brawl and the others strode up to them, and Road Hugger watched as the Combaticons looked at him, looked at Shockwave, looked at Fortress Maximus, waiting for orders. Split loyalty, perhaps? Or maybe… a hope for unity? Former Autobots, former Decepticons… “Thunderhead, take Steamhammer and a team and salvage anything you can from the corpse. Brawl, you take the rest and make a secure perimeter, make sure no more surprises lay in store for us.”

Road Hugger sighed, and dropped down into a sitting position next to Maximus. “Please tell me you two will stick around for the rebuilding.”
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Constructicon Field Hospital

Long Haul shrugged. “This ain’t Earth, though. And back there it was all mud those yucky black paste that passes for fuel and silly little flesh bags. Really isn’t as much an incentive to battle compared to, well, Hate Plagues and Scraplets and Warworlds and stuff.”

The Constructicon shook his head. “Got the feeling this is going to be the last exciting thing that’s going to happen for the time being. Until someone decides to revive Unicron or the Fallen or a Cthulhu Quintesson God or whatever.”

Long Haul chuckled at Scrapper. “Gravedigger shares my body frame. Pretty sure we turn into the abdomen, not the feet. I’m not saying I want to be take Mixmaster’s place at being shot several times, but…”
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Hook nodded, giving Perceptor a mocking grin. “Go and cure the plague, Autobot.” The Constructicon said, before sitting back on his chair, and lifted a vial, and proceeded in making the cure.

Why did he act so… familiar with an Autobot?

Of course, the Autobot in question was a highly intelligent and slightly snobbish accomplished scientist, but Hook supposed that Perceptor probably resembled one of the other Constructicons. Scrapper maybe. But… oh. Right.

Smart, smarmy bastard. Hook was describing himself.
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Sixshot rolled out behind Perceptor and Pointblank, and once they were outside the Constructicon hospital, Sixshot transformed into his jet mode, hovering low above the two Autobots. The six-changer saw the corpse of a giant, with Shockwave, Fortress Maximus and others nearby, but he paid them no heed.

He had his own task to do.

“Shall we?” Sixshot asked.
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Breakdown glanced at Cutthroat, and gulped. “Yeah. Yeah yeah. All yours. I get that. Don’t fight anyone. You kill. Yes. Scary bird will kill enemies. Breakdown will hide. Sure. Which way we going, Hun-Grr?”

Nearby deep within the red fog of the Hate Plague, Breakdown could see… Ultra Magnus? Was that Vortex? And that was certainly Blast Off and an Aerialbot flying overhead.

Breakdown steered clear of the Hate Plague fog but… the Pit was happening?
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Blast Off chuckled. “If they get up again, feel free to knock them back down. As I said, we’re all waiting for the cure. Not sure if there’s anything left for you to kill, well, unless you can find the real Thunderwing. Or, well… yeah, that’s about it.”
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Imperial Landing Zone

Broadside shrugged at Sandstorm. “Bah. Buildings never troubled me. You and Springer- always crushed by buildings. Bah, I say, bah!”

“Hmm…” Broadside pulled out his vibro-axe and tossed it at Sandstorm. “Catch. I want to follow Springer to wherever he’s disappeared to, reckon he’s gotten himself up in his neck in Thunderwing-goodness again… would hate to lose another Wrecker. Topspin, Overdrive, you guys okay?”
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“There is nothing here left to me, Rainmaker.” Mirage replied to Acid Storm. “The prospect of not being an Imperial soldier… is alien to me. No, death is a far better sentence.”

Mirage stood back up, braved another lightning bolt, and lifted his arms. “I fear, then, that the same sentiment of not killing does not extend to me… truly, Rainmaker, I am sorry for this.” Mirage took aim at Acid Storm, and resumed opening fire. “Understand- death is the only way I am going to stop fighting you and your people.”
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Searchlight glanced from the suddenly somber Sideswipe and the now-quiet Windcharger. The Throttlebot decided that this was not a conversation he wanted to be part of, and simple kept quiet.

“Yeah.” Windcharger replied softly at Sideswipe, knowing that he had no right to argue with Sideswipe about his choices. Not now, anyway. These things take time to heal… and Sunstreaker was indeed not fighting with them. He didn’t want to hate Sunstreaker, but… well, he didn’t want to fight with Sideswipe as well. “Yeah, you’re right. I think.”
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Mirror-Manifold

Electro chuckled at Rotorstorm. “He may be crazy, but he does deserve some of our respect. Got to admit that dressing up like Optimus Prime isn’t… well… you know.” Electro chuckled. “Better listen to your pal, though, copter boy. Lest you end up sharing a gurney with Pyro.”
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Southwest Border

Volt chuckled as he watched Guzzle and the others charge one half of the giant Imperial, and he turned to look at Skram, who, technically outranked him. “Well, shall we, then?” Volt said with a grin. “Let’s get this thing going!”

Volt lifted his blade, letting the electricity flow into it as he launched a bolt into the Shock-Wave vessel that’s nearer to them. “Autobots- attack! Buy some time for the Gadep Unit to stand back up!”
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Had the Autobot perimeter guard not intervened, Shock-Wave would have taken the opportunity to turn all his firepower to finish off Omega Sentinel 02 for good. However, the fact that he was under attack caused his primitive brain to prioritize his attackers as the active threat, and turrets and cannons began to swivel to target the Autobots.

Blasts of laser, bullets, plasma and assorted other weapons slammed onto the hulls of Shock-Wave’s components, blowing armour plates apart.
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“Skydive, this is Drift. There’s still one of those big giant Decepticons around the Southwest Border. Skram’s unit is engaging it- them- but they might need your help.” Drift said as he screeched to a stop on a cliff, the battle in the distance catching his attention.

Drift briefly wondered what good his blades would do in the situation, and decided to wait until Skydive had replied before doing anything.
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Manganese Mountains

Brainstorm shrugged. “There might, there might not. Didn’t the Headmasters of this dimension start off as giants instead of Micromasters?” The Headmaster shrugged. “No biggie, though. I can always salvage my old Transector. Always had. Or, well, pester Wheeljack to make me a new one.”
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The Lunatic Fringe

“Aww, is little Slugslinger afraid?” Misfire replied to Slugslinger. He’d say more, much more, but Spinister cut him off, and… well, Spinister had faith in his skills? And that… joke?

Regardless, Spinister did say that he trusted him. Misfire. A gunner named ‘Misfire’. The Decepticon narrowed his optics. Spinister was joking, Misfire was serious… what a world! Misfire’s mouth cracked in a confident grin. Time to make good Spinister’s confidence on him. “Affirmative, Commander. I’m ready.”

As soon as Spinister gave him the mark, Misfire charged in alongside Slugslinger, ion blaster at the ready, optics narrowed.

Thunderwing?

Hell, put Unicron in front of him. He’s ready for anything.
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Springer growled as the Thunderwing shells slammed onto his stomach, sending him clattering across the room. Reflexes allowed Springer to land in a vaguely not-vulnerable position, but he knew his luck could only help him so far.

Like last time. Thunderwing was powered by the Matrix. Maybe Arcee’s wrong. Arrogant fool, Springer was… he’ll get killed again, dead again, by powers he didn’t comprehend-

No.

No more doubts.

“Prime! I’ll handle Starscream! You’re the only one that can beat Thunderwing!” Springer leapt towards the Seeker’s back, attempting to ram his blade into the treacherous Decepticon.

Of course, he minded Optimus Prime’s fire this time, and made sure his jump would not intersect with Optimus Prime’s barrage (most of it, anyway) should he miss. One case of friendly fire was painful enough.

Chip1123
2012-08-09, 09:01 PM
Topspin smiled as Broadside's call came in. "Still kicking." He replied, the surprise in that statement evident. "Definitely needing a new paint job. And armor. and energon. I can keep going if you'd like." He bantered on for a moment. "But I'll keep going. Anywhere in particular that needs wrecking right now?"

zigzagger
2012-08-11, 08:42 PM
Near 'Nondescript Building', The Lunatic Fringe

(OOC: I intended to follow up on Prowl's response team earlier, when I first mentioned it. I'll wait for Warcry's update before responding to the stuff happening inside :))

The Autobot response unit had arrived moments earlier at the former-art district, establishing a perimeter around the building where Thunderwing reportedly had taken refuge.

As per their instructions, they kept a fair distance away and did not engage, having been also informed that Optimus Prime was currently inside the structure.

Dogfight held a pair of macrobinoculars over his optics as he attempted to scan the building.

"...The hell?" He muttered. "This thing broken?"

"What do you see?" asked Prowl.

"That's really weird. It's like there's--gah!" The Triggerbot jumped. "G-G-General Prowl?! Sir!" Dogfight clumsily stood up straight and saluted his commanding officer. "What are you - I mean, I thought you were on board the Trion."

"Dai Atlas* and Mainframe are fully capable a managing without my supervision," he told the other Autobot. "A moment this crucial demands my full and present attention. There can be no margin for error...

"Now, if you would - continue. What did you see?"

"Well -- nothing, I guess. All kinds of radio interference. Some kind of shielding maybe, but I can't see inside the building."

Prowl nodded. "Hmm, that would explain why we were initially unable to locate Thunderwing -- until now, that is," he said. "I can only surmise that this is the workings of the purported 'Decepticon Matrix'. Which means," Prowl shifted to a dry, derisive tone, "our quarry still functions."

(OOC: * - The guy holds some rank and he hasn't been used for awhile as far as I know, so why not.)

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Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Fortress Maximus looked away from Darkfleet's remains. "Oh, I very much intend to," he told Road Hugger. "I am sworn to Protihex and its people. That hasn't changed."

Shockwave nodded. "It is our obligation, so long as the populace subsists."

(OOC: Yeah, I was wanting to touch on this a little later, too. Perhaps in the epilogue? I have a few ideas, involving the three of them and Groove.)
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En Route

Perceptor, followed by Pointblank and Sixshot, raced away from the field hospital and across the now-barren plain and ruins of the city state, en route to the former-Steelhaven site.

"We are 0.7 breems from our destination," Perceptor told the small convoy. "Since the terrain we select is crucial to our success, we will assume a long-range, preferably elevated position when we arrive. If need be, we will be able to break contact much easier from that distance."

"Right," Pointblank concurred. "We're entering an active combat zone. Someone's bound to notice that there are snipers out there."

"Indeed, and that is why Sixshot here will stand in as our eyes and security element."
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Southwest Border

The perimeter guard scattered when Shock-Wave's vessels opened fire.

The cannonade's resulting force-wave violently flung Manta Ray, along with several other hapless victims, across the battle ground.

---

Undaunted and largely undamaged, Guzzle rumbled over the burning craters and blasted away at the component part's underside.

----

"Ah, this is nothing," Skram told Volt. "Check this out..."

The Axelarator preformed a series of acrobatics, vaulting over a dome of flame, and somersaulting through the air.

He landed on top of the combiner's vessel, whooping like a prismaball fan. True, the maneuver was entirely unnecessary, but surely, he assumed, his comrades would be impressed.

"It's like - whoa," The young solider wobbled while he attempted to maintain his balance. "It's like riding a rabid machadron."

"You dumbass!" Guzzle barked. "Get the hell off there!"

Ignoring the Autobot tank below, Skram pointed his rifle down and fired along the top hull of the Shock-Wave cruiser.

Blackjack
2012-08-13, 09:46 AM
Imperial Landing Site

Broadside waved Topspin over. "We all do, Topspin... we just need to figger out what to hit, who to wreck, that kind of stuff.... any idea where's the rest of the team?"
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Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Road Hugger nodded. "What both of you said." The former Micromaster replied to Fortress Maximus and Shockwave. "We have a duty to this city..."

And to those who had fallen...

Road Hugger sighed. He was spent. There was nothing more he could do, except to lead the Combaticons... and help with the rebuilding. The Combaticon ejected the ruined Scrapmaker minigun from its mount on his shoulder and it clattered down onto the ground.

Detour stood on Road Hugger's shoulder, watching Dark Fleet burn as the Combaticons try and salvage parts off the giant Imperial. "It's not over, you know." Detour said.

Road Hugger chuckled. "When is it ever?"
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En Route

Sixshot hovered close to the ground, keeping pace with Pointblank and Perceptor. Sixshot replied to Perceptor, "Affirmative. I will take into the air, see if there are any threats in our immediate vicinity... as well as any good sniper positions."

The Decepticon increased altitude, shooting higher into the sky, and began to take a good look over the red haze where the Hate Plague had settled. "Perceptor, I detect two airborne Transformers around five kliks to our position -- Blast Off and one of the Aerialbots, seemingly uninfected. They are hovering above a small pocket of around six or seven infected mechs, including... yes, Ultra Magnus, I see him..."

Sixshot would have razed the ground in a heartbeat if ordered, or go in and personally administer the cure... but he knew enough that anything outside the ways to administer death is a wee bit out of his depth.
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Southwest Border

The first of Shock-Wave's vessels attempted to move away as Guzzle's team zipped under it, opening fire at its underbelly. This vessel continued to open fire, intending to take out more of the Autobots, as it had done with Manta Ray and his squad.

The slightly-smaller Shock-Wave cruiser felt Skram leap onto his form, but he judged the threat minimal... until the little Autobot began to open fire. The rifle did not do much damage, but at the close range, and with the damage that the Omega Sentinel already gave it... Shock-Wave growled.

The cruiser's turrets spun around to target Skram, while it increased speed as it shot higher into the air, trying to shake off the Axelerator.
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Volt had rammed onto a makeshift ramp and shot into the air after Skram... after all, he was just as reckless as the other Axelerator... although a well-earned recklessness, considering that his skill usually gets him out of situations like this.

Besides, he can't let Electro hog all the glory, can he?

He transformed into robot mode mid-air, and landed a short distance away from Skram. "Preach it, brother!" Volt yelled, unsheathing his blade, which crackled with energy, and launching a ball of yellow lightning at one of the turrets aimed at Skram, blowing it up.
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"Aaaand once more into the jaws of death..." Drift muttered, revving up his engines, grinding up the corpses littering the ground near him, and shot off into where the Autobots were battling Shock-Wave.

Again, he still had no idea what to do with just a greatsword and seventeen-odd swords... but he had to try, didn't he?

Warcry
2012-08-14, 02:21 AM
Constructicon Hospital

"Oh scrap, I hope so," Scrapper agreed with Long Haul. "I don't think I can stand any more of this kind of excitement."

The Constructicon leader chuckled. "We'll just have to measure you first," he told Gravedigger. "See if we'd need to make any changes to the combiner kibble. The last thing we want is to wind up with one leg shorter than the other. But I'm sure we can engineer something up."
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Sideswipe just grunted. He'd stopped enjoying the drive, now, and he headed straight toward the hastily-constructed field hospital.

"We're here," he told Searchlight flatly. "I know most of the doctors here are 'Cons, but they'll help you out. Or else."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Rage shrugged. "I'd love to, but as funny as it would be to see all your friends run in terror from me if I joined the hunt I think it might be a bit disruptive," he told Blast Off. "So I suppose I'll just stay here."

"Yeah," Fireflight agreed. "They wouldn't like that too much."
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Imperial Landing Zone

Sandstorm grabbed the axe out of the air with one hand a took a few experimental swings with it.

"Just my size," he said appreciatively. "I'll have to buy me one of these when we get back to Iacon. Looks perfect for chopping up Thunderwings."

He used the axe to prod a fallen Trakkon, evaluating the corpse's tires. "I'd say his rims are the same size as mine," he told his fellow Triplechanger. "You take off. I'm gonna steal these and I'll be right behind you."
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Acid Storm corkscrewed, then dove toward the ground to get out of Mirage's firing arc before the Imperial blew him out of the sky.

"Then die," he told the much larger Transformer. "All you'll have to do is climb out of that hole you're standing in, and you'll get fried before you know what hit you."

He accelerated away from the Imperial, adding, "But I'm not helping you commit suicide because you can't deal with change. Guess what? We're Transformers. Change is what we do. Deal with it, or don't. Not my problem anymore."
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Skydive considered Drift's report.

"Feed me the coordinates," he told the other Autobot. "Send them to Air Raid too. We'll be there in fifty seconds."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"You actually think I care about the Decepticons?" Starscream asked Prime mockingly. "That bunch of cowards and idiots? Ha!"

Transforming to jet mode, the Seeker rocketed at Prime. He was shaken by the Autobot leader's concussive blast, but his speed let him dodge the brunt of it. Still, it was enough to force him to transform back to robot mode and land on the ground behind Optimus, Springer left in his proverbial dust.

"You're not going to let me do anything, Prime. I've had enough of your sanctimonious, arrogant holier-than-thou attitude. And unlike Megatron, I'm actually going to do something about it!"

With a big grin, he fired a cluster bomb at Prime's back. Apparently the arrogant Decepticon leader hadn't noticed Springer at all, because he left himself open to attack from that flank.
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Slugslinger quailed when he saw four Thunderwings standing in the room that they'd charged into, but a quick glance over his shoulder showed him that Misfire was not only not showing fear, but actually looked calm and collected.

Am I gonna let that slagger show me up? Hell no!

Raising weapon-mode Caliburst, he unleashed a stream of automatic weapons fire at the nearest of the shells.

"I'll show you afraid," he muttered.
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Identifying that the real Thunderwing was the one writhing on the ground in pain, Spinister sidestepped Prime and Starscream, raised Singe and set the self-styled Pretender Lord on fire.

Thunderwing's satisfying screams assured him that he'd chosen correctly.

zigzagger
2012-08-14, 06:09 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

Optimus Prime's optics followed Starscream as he shot overhead and land behind him.

The opportunistic Seeker may have managed to put the Autobot Leader's apex armor out of commission, but he would not land an attack so easily a second time.

Instinctively, he ducked down, peripherally aware of the Decepticon's cluster bomb. "You claim superiority over him, Starscream, but Megatron - the real Megatron," Optimus retorted as he swung his leg back in a half-circle, "would not have so easily been seduced - or controlled by the Matrix. You've played right into Thunderwing's hands."

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Constructicon Field Hospital

(OOC: Aw, poor Hoist. I almost forgot he was there :()

Hoist sat at the boarding ramp of his shuttle, looking out toward the city-state center. For the time being, all had fallen silent.

Another moment of respite?

Certainly, there was no gigantic Imperial moving towards the encampment that the Autobot mechanic could see, and the far-off sounds of conflict had died down. Surely it was safe to assume the Fortress Maximus and the others had managed to avert another catastrophe?

At some point, they'd be heading back, no doubt for repairs.

And sure enough, from the corner of Hoist's optics, came Sideswipe and Windcharger, towing a Searchlight behind them. Not quite who he was expecting, of course - this was after all the first time the encampment had received anyone from the Iaconian forces - but still a pleasant surprise.

"Well, I'll be..."

Hoist stood up and waved the Autobots over.

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En Route

"Seven mechanoids, you say?" queried Perceptor. "Curious. I presumed there would be more."

Pointblank sighed. "Perceptor -- there's a good reason why there are less bodies now at the red zone."

"Ah, yes -the uncontrollable rage. All the more reason we maintain a safe distance, mm?" the science officer replied in a wry voice. "Speaking of which -- Sixshot; are there any nearby structures that we can utilize?"

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Southwest Border

"Preach it, brother!" Volt yelled.

Skram chuckled. "Right. 'Cos everyone knows I kick aft for Primus (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajLfYIHEqzk)." The young Autobot flipped away from the first turret's cannonade with ease, fired his rifle mid-spin, and deftly landed. "How's that for a sermon?"

Volt took out the second battery, directly behind the Axelerator -- but, as Shock-Wave abruptly rose, Skram lost his equilibrium, leaving him open to the third turret...

A charge hit him squarely in the back and sent him plummeting, head first, over the Imperial craft's stern.

"Dammit -- Skram!" Guzzle shouted. "Road Rocket, get 'im out of there!"

"On it!" Road Rocket jumped into cycle mode and bolted toward the fallen Axelerator.

"Lead Foot; we're takin' this stinkin' trash barge down!"

The Sparkabot transformed, and with Leadfoot and the remaining perimeter guard, charged for Shock-Wave's component part, continuing their assault on the vessel's underside.

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At very least, the perimeter guard prevented Omega Sentinel 02 from sustaining further grievous damage and use those precious seconds to find its bearings.

Stomping a few gigantic footfalls forward, it chose one of the Shock-Wave's shuttlecrafts*, currently engaged by the comparatively tiny Autobot forces, and drove its claw down on it.

(OOC: * - The other one, I guess. The one Volt, Guzzle and everyone else are NOT fighting.)

Blackjack
2012-08-14, 10:07 AM
Constructicon Hospital

“If Gravedigger causes imbalance problems we could turn Mixmaster into a cane or something.” Long Haul told Scrapper. “Though, come to think of it, it’s kind of ridiculous, isn’t it, having a big giant robot walking around with a cane? Who’d ever heard of it?”

Long Haul sighed, and peered out of the window. “Aaaaand those buffoons Sideswipe and the little red one, what’s-his-name, come here with more wounded. I miss fighting them.”
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Windcharger transformed silently next to Sideswipe, not answering his now-silent friend. “Right. They’ll help you.” Windcharger said, as Searchlight transformed into robot mode and shook his head, following the two older Autobots as they walked towards the compound…

Windcharger’s mouth broke into a smile as he saw a familiar, unexpected face, one he had not seen for a long, long time. Windcharger walked over towards the larger Autobot and gave him a friendly punch on the arm. “Hoist? Hoist! Damn, it’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? Love to stay and chat, but Searchlight here, he’s got wounded by Demons.”
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

“In our immediate vicinity, at least.” Sixshot replied to Perceptor as he flew closer to Blast Off and Fireflight’s position. “I can see many more movement, but they are not as… vigorous as the seven or so near us. There seems to be an elevation around five kliks west to your position, a former building or so… the Imperial bombers were quite thorough.”

Sixshot moved closer. “I can identify… Ultra Magnus, an Autobot I do not recognize, one of the Battle Gaia team, Rage of the Stormtroopers, and a short distance away, I see Breakdown of the Stunticons, and two- no, three Terrorcons.”

“Of course, you could-” Blast Off’s words to Rage were cut short as he noticed Sixshot moving towards them. “Holy scrap-”

“I’m infected no longer.” Sixshot said as he transformed into robot mode and hovered mid-air with jet boosters. “We have the cure.”

“About time, too.” Blast Off said. “That guy Jackpot’s about to get up and I’m running out of limbs to shoot.”
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Imperial Landing Zone

“Wee bit too big for you, isn’t it?” Broadside chuckled at Sandstorm. “Keep it. I bring spares. Lots of spares.”

Panels on the ammunition packs on Broadside’s back slid open and a second vibro-ax slid out. “Once you’ve done scavenging the dead, join us. I’ve been listening in on the Autobot frequencies, and there’s trouble in the Southwest borders. With luck, we’ll get some hits in before the Aerialbots scorch the ground and kill everything that lives. Come, Topspin.” Broadside transformed and took into the air, shooting away.
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Mirage growled. “We are Cybertronians. We are Cybertron! ‘Transformers’ is a label you put on yourself. The world needs to adapt to us, not the other way around! I am a proud member- a proud warrior- of the Cybertronian race, and I will die! A! Warrior!”

The giant Imperial roared as he leapt out of the hole, the lightning bolts raining down on him as soon as he did so, tearing his circuits apart, shorting out his neurons and systems. He kept firing blasts at Acid Storm, who was out of range…

He kept firing.

And after his ammunition was spent, Mirage simply dropped down face first, dead.
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Southwest Border

“Affirmative, Air Commander.” Drift replied, sending the coordinates to Skydive and Air Raid. “It’s about… here. You can’t miss them, the two giant vessels trading fire with a half-dead Omega Sentinel.”

Drift used the rubble from a building as a makeshift ramp to launch himself into the air, transforming as he did so and drawing out his blades, and landing on Shock, growling as he hung on to the swords embedded onto the giant’s hide.

(OOC: For ease’s sake, let’s call the half that Skram and company fighting ‘Shock’ and the one that the Gadep is fighting as ‘Wave’.)
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“It will do nicely. I think I’m a believer now, Skram!” Volt chuckled, but Shock moved abruptly, and Volt lost his footing, tumbling to the side. Even as he did so he tried to help Skram, who was hit by a turret, but the Axelerator was too far away from him.

Volt tried to use his blade to slow his fall, slamming it into Shock’s hull, but the electrified blade instead cut through the hull’s exterior armour like butter, not slowing Volt down at all. “Oh no no no no no-”

Volt slid clear off Shock’s deck and plummeted down towards the ground… or he would have, if something hadn’t yanked him out of the air. Volt hung stupidly, before glancing up to see Drift, grabbing onto a part of his back kibble with his left hand while the right gripped a blade jutting out of Shock’s side.

“You kids and your new-fangled laser swords.” Drift sighed.

“Yeah, I’m starting to think jumping up here is a bad idea.” Volt said.

Drift shook his head, planted his feet against Shock’s hull, and launched himself off of Shock, pulling out his sword in the process. Volt screamed, but Drift did a small cartwheel in the air, landing on his feet next to Leadfoot and Guzzle in a crouch that would not damage much. “Which one of you is in command here?” Drift asked. “The Aerialbots are incoming. We need to buy them time.”
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Wave shimmied to the side, Zero-Two’s claw slamming down on empty ground. Wave put its thrusters in reverse, trying to get away from Zero-Two, while aiming its turrets and armament at the Omega Sentinel’s gaping wounds.
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The Lunatic Fringe

Springer saw that Starscream’s transformation would put him out of his intended impact, and he adjusted his fall by tucking himself in, causing himself to skid across the floor harmlessly away from Optimus Prime’s barrage.

Let it not be known that Springer fell to friendly fire.

“Honestly, is monologuing all you Decepticons do?” Springer grumbled under his breath.

Springer was very aware of their Decepticon allies storming the room and setting fire to one of the Thunderwings – the real one – and he was very, very tempted to enact his own attack against the aristocrat. But he doubted Spinister’s company would do any more than stall Thunderwing, and besides he told Prime he would handle Starscream.

Also, the idiot Seeker left his flank so very wide open.

Keep him talking, Prime…

Springer launched himself towards Starscream again, blade outstretched, intending to impale the Seeker through his back.
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Misfire took in the sight of the room. Four Thunderwings, Optimus Prime, Starscream, Springer…

Slugslinger opened fire immediately on the nearest shells, while Optimus Prime and Springer were engaging Starscream. Misfire raised his ion rifle and joined Slugslinger, snapping off a few shots onto the nearest shell…

But Spinister, he opened fire… literally… on the real Thunderwing, who screamed. That’s the one. Misfire switched targets, hands firm, and opened fire on Thunderwing, mouth drawn in a taut line.

Here he was, Misfire, for Primus’ sake, fighting in the very front lines, fighting against Thunderwing himself. Thunderwing, who struck fear into the Autobots, the Decepticons and the Cybertronian Empire… and Misfire was launching ion bolts onto his face. “Sluggy, aim for the burning one.”

Chip1123
2012-08-15, 08:32 PM
"We've lost a few today" Topspin said to Broadside. "Don't know where the others are." As broadside took off, Topspin transformed and followed. "What kind of trouble? More of the Hate Plague?" Topspin asked, a shiver going down his neural circuits.

Blackjack
2012-08-16, 07:55 AM
Imperial Landing Zone

"Nah, the 'giant Imperial death machine' kind of trouble." Broadside replied to Topspin with a chuckle. "Finally, finally something we can fix with a little wreck and rule. Arm your missiles, buddy, we're going to hurt this thing so bad."

The triple-changer sighed. Seems like all they've done after arriving in Protihex was to beat up a couple of second-rate Imperial captains and kill a bunch of Stormtroopers. Hardly Wrecker material. This was a chance, a chance to actually cause some damage to the enemy.

Granted, Broadside was late to the party, unlike the rest of the team...

Primus, Whirl.

If they had arrived sooner, if someone hadn't set off a nuke inside Iacon, maybe Whirl would still be alive. Broadside wouldn't be bored. Broadside made a disgusted noise with himself. The largest battle on Cybertron, and he was late. Late! What would Impactor have said?

Damn it.

"I'm getting old." Broadside muttered under his breath. "We're getting old, aren't we, Topspin? All those young kids under the Aerialbots, those new soldiers, the Turbomasters and other guys I don't recognize... they're all catching up with us."

Chip1123
2012-08-16, 09:03 PM
"Speak for yourself." Topspin said to Broadside. "I'm just as good as I ever was." Topspin's boast rang hollow in his own ears though as he looked at his damage indicators. "And besides... experience and guts go a long way into making up whatever technological advantages they may have." He said, heavily stressing the 'may'.

"But either way, let's make sure they live past today to surpass us. We'll need new Wreckers to fill the ranks. Hopefully after today, we'll have some with experience and the attitude to do it." He said to Broadside, not dwelling on the fact that the 'replacements' would be taking the place of fallen comrades.

Blackjack
2012-08-17, 04:33 AM
Skies

Broadside made a noncommittal grunt at Topspin's boast. He knew that the other Wrecker was probably feeling the damage from all that's happened...

Twin Twist, too...

"Can't argue about these kids' guts." Broadside replied to Topspin. "They remind me of, well, us. Us when we were young and blew up Smelting Pools and freed Straxus' slaves and stuff... they're good. They're definitely Wrecker material... I'm just..."

Broadside paused, frowning internally, trying to articulate the nagging feeling he had. "I'm just... worried? Hopeful? That there won't be the need for the Wreckers after this. I mean, we're all allies now, all the Decepticons, all the neutrals. Not that I'm going soft... I still think they'll backstab us. Not now, maybe. Twenty, thirty years later? And maybe someone like Grimlock would want to lead an assault to the Hub, wherever it was..."

Warcry
2012-08-20, 04:47 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Three of the Aerialbots on medivac duty flew in, dragging an unconscious Snarl behind them using thick silver-white cables.

"Uh...don't touch him," Skysickle told the Constructicons down on the ground. "Hate Plague and all. We're only safe because we've got rheanimum tow cables. We heard you've got a cure now though, so Skydive has us bringing in the damaged and disabled infected."

Behind them, other Aerialbots were flying in the battered bodies of Great Cannon, Leyland, Blurr and the rest of the Stormtroopers.

"Boss said you'll probably be able to fix them," Storm Jet added. "You know, once the excitement has passed."

Scrapper looked at the pile of broken robots and sighed. "Back to the grind," he told Long Haul. "Use Hook's cure to disinfect them first, then start scanning to see which ones we can fix and which ones we should break up for spare parts. You know, for Devastator's cane." The Constructicon leader chuckled to himself as he started tuning his scanners.
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Sideswipe gave Hoist as friendly of a smile as he could manage at the moment, which wasn't much.

"Good to see you," he said a bit more curtly than he'd have liked. "Please look after Searchlight."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

"You mean I don't get to fight you?" Rage asked Sixshot in mock-disappointment. "Pity."

Fireflight was confused. "So I don't have to shoot anyone else now?" He asked Perceptor. "Uh...can you do something about this big hanging red cloud all around down there? 'Cause I don't think that's a good thing either, you know?"

Nearby, Ultra Magnus was regaining his vision, and could see a dark-coloured blur where the group of observers had congregated.
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Imperial Landing Zone

(OOC: On the toys at least, Broadside's axe actually looks great with Sandstorm.)

Having chopped the axles off of the Trakkon, Sandstorm quickly pulled the wheels off and replaced his own bent, tireless rims with the new pristine set.

"Well, it's not perfect, but at least I'll roll somewhere. Fighting, here I come!"

Transforming to his car mode, he rolled out after Broadside and Sandstorm.
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Acid Storm transformed to robot mode, landed on a nearby building and watched Mirage's giant corpse telescope back into the hole he'd climbed out of.

"Slagging moron," he muttered. Then he shook his head. "Slagged moron, now. What a waste."
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Skydive sent Drift an acknowledgement, then accelerated to full speed and roared toward the scene of the battle. About half-way there he met Air Raid, and he was obliged to throttle back slightly so that he didn't leave his wingman in the dust.

"Another of the big ones?" Air Raid asked.

"Yep," Skydive acknowledged.

"Good," Air Raid said happily. "I haven't gotten to sink my teeth into a real opponent all day. I feel like a damned babysitting service lately."

"You're good at it," Skydive told his friend, telling the truth but taking more pleasure in it than he probably should have. "You'll get used to it."

"Primus, I hope not."

Arriving at the scene of the battle, they dove in tandem and strafed Wave with nega-gun and torque rifle fire. By design or not, the combined effect of their two weapons had always been devestating -- Skydive's nega-gun weakened matter and Air Raid's torque rifle tore it apart.
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The Lunatic Fringe

Starscream laughed at Optimus Prime's painfully transparent attempt to sway him from his destiny. "Megatron is dead and I'm still here," he told the Autobot leader, scorn practically dripping from his words. "I think that settles the question of which of us was superior. And I've managed to end two Megatrons now, something you either couldn't or wouldn't do. If you accept me as your better, Optimus, things will go easier for you and your Autobots."

Ducking under Prime's kick, he heard Springer coming after the foolish Autobot ruined his sneak attack with a taunt. But although he dodged out of the way of the blade, Starscream wasn't quick enough to evade the Autobot's bulk and he found himself slammed to the ground.
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"Not this time, my old minion," Thunderwing said. The fire that was wreathing him seemed to wash off like so much water and the Pretender shot to his feet, grabbing Spinister by the throat in one lightning-fast move that left Misfire's shots to tear apart the floor where he'd been lying moments ago. With the Targetmaster leader in hand, he slammed him into the nearby desk hard enough to shatter it into splinters.

"It was a good trick you played the last time we met," Thunderwing said through gritted teeth. "You hurt me. Good show. But now it's my turn."

Smiling cruelly, Thunderwing lifted Spinister up into the air with one arm and tossed him across the room. Spinister hit the wall so hard that he left a moderate-sized Targetmaster-shaped dent into it as he crumpled to the floor.
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"The burning one. Right."

Slugslinger tried to follow Misfire's lead and shoot the real Thunderwing, but suddenly he wasn't burning anymore. The shell was suddenly moving so quickly that the braggart couldn't get a bead on him without hitting Spinister.

"Dammit," he muttered to himself. Spinister would want him to take the shot anyway, to take the fight to the enemy no matter what happened to him. But Slugslinger hesitated...just long enough for one of the empty shells to lunge at him, grab his forearm and twist him to the ground.

"No," the shell said. "You won't interfere."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another of the shells vaulting at Misfire.

Blackjack
2012-08-20, 09:48 AM
Constructicon Hospital

“Come on.” Road Hugger gestured at Detour as he got up, and limped towards where the Aerialbots were coming in. “Can’t just stand here. Gotta help them move the wounded, something.”

Detour thought about saying something, but saw the look in Road Hugger’s eyes. He needed to do something, anything at all, so that the grief of Hyperdrive’s death, of Onslaught’s death, of the deaths of half of his men, doesn’t consume him. With an apologetic wave to Fortress Maximus and Shockwave, Detour followed Road Hugger.

At least they weren't in the middle of a firefight now...
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Long Haul chuckled at Scrapper. “Gotcha, boss. I’ll try and find ones that look most like canes.” The Constructicon walked over to Hook’s working table, and the Constructicon surgeon pulled out two ampoules out of the set of complex fabrication machines, and handed them over to Long Haul.

“Projected time required to synthesize a dosage of cure is about three-fourths of a breem.” Hook told Long Haul and Scrapper. “Return to me in that time, if there are still any more infected.”

Long Haul popped one of the ampoules open, watching the needle slide out with obvious excitement, as he moved towards Snarl. The Constructicon poked the cables holding the Dinobot, and looked up at Skysickle. “Where did you Slingshot lookalikes get Rhemaenium anyway? Mixmaster’s been on my aft for years asking me to get some of them, and I don’t like asking Swindle… eh, forget it. Kids, drop the ugly Dinobot and the rest of the dead-wounded guys and go help out Percy and the other rescue team. They’ll be needing to evac lots of infected.”

Long Haul jabbed the ampoule into the side of Snarl’s neck. “He’s probably going to wake up and choke me in a clichéd ‘I forgot we were allied’ moment.” Long Haul said out loud. “So I’m going to take one step backwards. Maybe two.”
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Tinker waved at Darkjet and Shuttle Gunner as he began to decrease his altitude. "I see they're bringing in the wounded back into the hospital. I'm going to help the Constructicons... move stuff, or something, I dunno... they're very, very good. I can't compete with them."

"So why even bother?" Darkjet asked.

"Eh, we all have a job, don't we?" Tinker said, grinning as he landed next to where the Aerialbots were bringing in the wounded, and began inspecting Great Cannon. "His head must've been blown up... probably unsalvageable." He looked and Blurr, and shook his head. "Multiple wounds, including one that pierced his spark. Unless we've got Glit's magic voodoo spark-summoning book again..."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

“Hmm.” Sixshot replied to Rage. “You seem like a powerful sort to resist the Hate Plague. And here I thought I was the only one…”

“He’s a ball of hate, Sixshot. A little more hate isn’t going to make him any worse.” Blast Off replied.

With a shrug, Sixshot turned to Fireflight and shook his head. “Aerialbot, from what I know, Hook had synthesized cures to individuals. I am sure he is working on a greater dispersal of the cure to handle… this.” Sixshot gestured to the cloud under them. “But I’m afraid I’m just... the muscle.”
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En Route

“About time, too.” Broadside replied to Sandstorm, and watched as Skydive and Air Raid whoosh above them and launch their assault on Wave. “Damned Aerialbots…” Broadside chuckled, with no real malice directed at their airborne allies. “Can’t let them do all the work, can we? Topspin, Sandstorm… Wreck! And! Rule!”

Broadside transformed into robot mode and pulled out his plasma pulse rifle, and began sending a steady barrage of superheated plasma at Wave, aiming at the weakened area that the Aerialbots had attacked.
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Wave made a large metallic groan-sounding sound as Skydive and Air Raid’s combine assault caused a huge chunk of armour plating to twist awkwardly and pop off, allowing Broadside’s plasma blasts to hit straight into the more fragile inner workings of the giant Imeprial.

Wave’s turrets began tracking Skydive and Air Raid, and opened fire, but the Aerialbots were too quick, and with Wave’s reduced thinking capacity, it is doubtful they would even hit.
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“We’ve got backup!” Drift whooped as the Aerialbots and Wreckers arrived, dealing a massive blow onto the Imperial vessel battling the Omega Sentinel.

Volt nodded as he shook his head, clearing the cobwebs... and, still supported by Drift, gripped his blade, and launched another poorly-aimed lightning bolt at Shock.
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The Lunatic Fringe

Springer grunted as he managed to slam Starscream onto the grunt, and while his blade didn’t find its mark, he slashed it onto the Seeker underneath him, hoping to decapitate the treacherous worm… or, failing that, simply deliver a cut to the Decepticon.
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Misfire growled as Thunderwing threw Spinister around like a doll. “Don’t call him your minion!” Misfire yelled out, an anger building up against this… this arrogant creature who treated Spinister – Misfire’s commander, the only Decepticon ever to gave him a chance to prove himself – like crap.

The Targetmaster kept trying to shoot the real Thunderwing, and launched off a barrage as soon as Spinister is out of the way. “Slugslinger!” Misfire called out in concern as his partner was beset by one of the shells.

His confidence cracking slightly, Misfire charged at the shell holding Slugslinger down, attempting to tackle him away from Slugslinger. While the action was brought by Misfire being fearful that Thunderwing would vaporize his friend then and there, but the movement brought him out of the way of the shell aiming itself at Misfire.

Chip1123
2012-08-22, 03:48 PM
Topspin transformed and took position near Broadside, pulling out his Photon Rifle as he did. "Wonder if Kup would say this reminded him of anything?" He asked aloud, firing at Wave as he did.

zigzagger
2012-08-23, 04:26 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

"I cannot vouch for the second," said Optimus Prime, "but your account of the first's demise differs greatly from my own (http://tfarchive.com/rpg/site/characters/megatron)*, Starscream. I was there."

While the Seeker was floored, the Autobot Leader readied his rifle -- but with Springer obstructing his line of fire, Optimus was unable to safely take the shot without harming the former-Wrecker.

(OOC: * - Do correct me. I wasn't posting here at that time :))
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Near the Constructicon Field Hospital

Fortress Maximus and Shockwave both nodded at one another. "Yes," said the large Autobot Commander. "Now is not the time for rest."

The Steelhaven Captain groaned as he stood up to his feet, the Headmaster's body still weak and heavy from today's battle.

Taking one last look at the Darkfleet's smoking remains, Fortress Maximius turned away and followed Shockwave, Road Hugger and the others back to the field hospital.

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Constructicon Field Hospital

"He'll be in capable hands, Sideswipe," said Hoist. "I promise you."

The Autobot mechanic ambled down the small transport's ramp, toward Windcharger and Searchlight.

Hoist slowly circled around the white Throttlebot, silently nodding to himself as he looked Searchlight up and down.

The mechanic then shrugged and said, "I think the patient will live to drive another day." Hoist extended his hand to his shuttle. "Please, right this way and we'll get you patched up."

(OOC: It's his feet, right? That's what Hoist's fixing, or am I forgetting something?)
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Near Hate Plague Danger Zone

Having barely arrived near the former-Steelhaven site, Perceptor and his small convoy had already drew attention to themselves.

Fireflight and Rage, among others, were converging to their position. It was not at all how the science officer would have conducted this operation...

It was nonetheless a scenario he had considered and would adapt accordingly.

Transforming back to their respective mechanoid forms, Perceptor and Pointblank took in their surroundings, silently noting geographic features and structures -- the scant few that remained.

The science officer pointed to a nearby building; charred, but still standing in spite of the proximate struggle. "That will do."

"Works for me," Pointblank concurred.

Perceptor then glanced over his shoulder, acknowledging Fireflight. "As Sixshot has explained, we are here to disperse the counteractant individually," he told the Aerialbot. "I would have preferred a rigorous series of tests, but given the time...." He sighed.

"For now, we are to place our confidence in -- in Hook," he sneered. "But, if you are feeling restless, Fireflight, by all means, you are welcome to provide me cover....

"Oh, and...my colleague here, as well," he added with a dismissive sweep of the hand.

Pointblank scowled. "When you're finished insulting me," he said, agitatedly, "we really should get going."

"Very well." Perceptor motioned the Targetmaster to follow. "Come along."

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Perceptor and Pointblank scaled up the side of the building they had selected and climbed up onto the roof.

From here, stretched out before the Autobot pair, was the Steelhaven's former-landing zone - and the afflicted Cybertronians fighting upon it.

"The armor-piercing darts, if you would?" asked Perceptor.

Pointblank produced a small case from his subspace cache and set it down on the rooftop. Inside were a few dozen, give or take, bullet-like darts, blank and lined up vertically next to each other.

Perceptor similarly retrieved the small container containing Hook's ampoules from his leg-side holster.

Carefully, he slid out several of the tiny vials into his palm and handed them over to Pointblank. "Delicately, please."

"I know, Perceptor," the other Autobot groaned.

The science officer took the remaining half and proceeded to insert the ampoules into the darts -- before loading them into a clip. Pointblank followed the same process.

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With his sniper rifle cradled in both hands, Perceptor moved to the edge of building and looked out toward the far-off carnage.

He magnified his optics, scanning and identifying each combatant - those that still functioned - before setting his sights on one. Ultra Magnus.

He appears to be...disoriented. Induced optical ablepsy, perhaps?

Perceptor raised his rifle, bringing the sight in front of his right eye. "Select your targets wisely," he told Pointblank. The science officer then pulled the trigger, firing an armor-piercing dart - containing the cure - at Ultra Magnus.

Pointblank likewise selected his own target, sending another dart toward Jackpot.

(OOC: Remind me, Blackjack, who's still out there that is infected?)

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Southwest Border

Road Rocket skidded along Skram and sprung back up into mechanoid mode.

The Axelerator was worse for wear; a thick puddle formed underneath the Axelerator, oozing profusely from the burning crater on his back. An expression of horror was permanently etched onto Skram's face, his eyes widened and staring up to the sky.

Road Rocket placed his hand over his mouth plate. "Oh...oh no," he whispered, panicked. "No, no, no, no. Skram..."

He knelt down and gently nudged the younger Autobot's shoulder. "Come on, Skram. Get up. Please don't..."

Skram did not respond.

The Autobot Laser Cycle bowed his head. "Road Rocket to Aesculapius. Soldier - oh geez - soldiers down," he said over his comlink.

"No, correction -- Seven. Eight soldiers, at least." He flashed his visor back toward the border where Manta Ray and the others were being tended to. "Requesting pick-up at the Southwest Border. Repeat, soldiers down."

"Ambulon here -- We're receiving you, Road Rocket," answered the field medic. "We're backed up over here, but I'll see what I can do. Just hold tight."

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Guzzle pointed a thumb at his chest. "I'm in charge of the 'Bots on the southwest," he told Drift. "Thunderclash -- dammit..."

The Sparkabot stopped short to roll away as Shock scorched the ground with it's cannonade. Guzzle assumed a crouching position and returned fire. "Thunderclash's in charge of the whole perimeter guard, but he's over at the southeast.

"But, hey, I'm open to whatever. Whaddaya got in mind?"

----

Wave's barrage connected against Zero-Two's tired form, bringing the Omega Sentinel to its knee.

Propped up by its claw, the Guardian Robot raised its massive cannon-arm and unleashed a torrent of plasma energy at the bow section of the Imperial vessel.

Blackjack
2012-08-23, 07:10 AM
Constructicon Field Hospital

Road Hugger watched the piles of dead and wounded (mostly, to Road Hugger, they are dead, unless the Constructicons could work miracles). The Combaticon leader wearily trooped over to Long Haul, and pulled Hyperdrive's body out of subspace, placing the dead corpse down near Long Haul's feet.

"Eesh." Long Haul said, shaking his head. "Didn't he come in here earlier with a caved-in skull? Hook told him to rest. Should've rested. Wouldn't be dead."

"Should've rested -- that giant would've blown all of you up." Detour snapped.

"Maybe. Maybe not." Long Haul replied a little defensively, running his scanner over Hyperdrive's body. "Mmm, out of my league. If he hadn't already have his skull caved in before he got himself blown up..."

"Fix him if you can." Road Hugger said, voice hoarse, ignoring the banter between Detour and the Constructicon. "Please."

"If you make him into a sculpture or something, I swear to Primus, I'll come back and kill you." Detour said.

"We'll look for more survivors on the ground." Road Hugger said, transforming into vehicle mode and shooting off, Detour trailing behind him. Long Haul looked at Hyperdrive's body, shrugged as he shoved him onto a pile next to an Autobot Pretender and one of the Stormtroopers, before walking to the next body, looking for anything, anything with a better condition to work on.
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Constructicon Field Hospital

Hook watched as Shockwave approached the hospital. The Constructicon had been surprised that the military commander had elected to remain in Protihex instead of serving loyally under the Decepticon banner -- or, indeed, leading his own sub-faction in the Decepticon Civil War...

But they were all on the same side now, and, with all these... corpses coming in, they'll need much more work.

Hook had finished assembling together a fabricator to make the ampoules, and was making a third readjusment and recallibration, but he waved at Shockwave. "Shockwave, what a pleasure to meet you here. I have, of course, devised a cure for the Hate Plague, but delivery to eliminate the massive cloud blanketing Protihex has been... well, problematic without more resources. I was hoping you could have some ideas."
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(OOC: His back was slashed open, actually. I think his feet was wounded as well, but the main injury is his back.)

Windcharger transformed, not speaking (not with Hoist and Searchlight preoccupied, and Sideswipe in the mood that he is), and watched the piles of badly wounded, half-dead people that the Aerialbots had recovered from the battlefield.

Searchlight watched nervously as Hoist circled him, and nodded wordlessly as he followed Hoist's direction up the ramp, limping slightly due to his injuries.

Windcharger looked at the pile of near-dead people, and his expression became harder with each dead body he recognized. Autobots- he instantly recognized Whirl... Blurr... God, Slag. Swoop. Gears... all old friends of his.

Windcharger even felt a pang of loss when he saw some of the Decepticons he recognized, the same Decepticons he fought and traded barbs for the past four million years or so. Ironic that, now that he saw Drag Strip and Vortex and Swindle and some others piled together there, he felt a heavy pang of loss.
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Near Hate Plague Danger Zone

(OOC: Magnus, Jackpot and Target Hawk are infected, so is Rage, although the Plague does not work on him. Could assume some of the remaining generic Combaticons or Autobots left behind that are milling around. Breakdown and the Terrorcons are in the area, although they aren't infected... yet.)

"Nuh." Jackpot grunted as the dart hit him. The pain in his hands and side and legs made him so angry, he wanted to murder someone. Target Hawk, or Ultra Magnus, or those damned Terrorcons he saw in the distance... the pain, the pain -- the dart simply made it worse.

Of course, Hook's cure was immediately administered, and Jackpot convulsed as the Hate Plague spore-viruses were forcibly rewritten and reformatted to self-destruct. Flakes of rust-coloured metal peeled off Jackpot as his original shade of black and yellow returned to form underneath. What was left undamaged, anyway.

"What..." Jackpot looked around him, rubbed his neck for the dart, before the pain which he had been ignoring for so long caused his automatic systems to attempt stasis lock, which Jackpot welcomed wholeheartedly, collapsing onto the ground.
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Breakdown freaked out a little when he saw Sixshot swooping in, and then something slammed onto one of the Plague-afflicted Autobots and he fell down.

That, coupled with the scary Hun-Grrr and compatriots, and the acid rain that's drizzling over them, snapped Breakdown's mind.

He drove head on into a cloud of Hate Plague spores, and his white and blue colours was soon engulfed in red, and he transformed into robot mode with a roar, pulling out his scatter blaster. "STOP LOOKING AT ME, YOU BASTARDS! STOP! LOOKING! AT! ME!"

Each word was punctuated with a shot from his scatter blaster, aimed at Hun-Grrr, aimed at Blot, aimed at Sixshot, aimed at Rage, at anyone nearby...
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"Stupid Stunticon. Evasive maneuvers, Blast Off." Sixshot said as he transformed into his jet mode and accelerated to the side, easily avoiding Breakdown's fire, followed closely by Blast Off. "Perceptor, we've got another infected Transformer."
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Southwest Border

Shock's blasts slammed close to the Autobots. One of the mortars shot straight at Drift's position. Drift darted aside, pulling Volt with him... and felt a sinking feeling of dread when Volt suddenly felt lighter.

Drift turned around, seeing that he only grabbed Volt's arm -- and only his arm -- while the rest of Volt lay a short distance away, face-down, a crater where a good chunk of his back was. And missing an arm.

Volt's other arm was still gripping his sword, which was crackling sadly in the dull ground.

"Oh, Primus-" Drift cursed as he darted towards Volt, and lifted up the younger Autobot. His optic visor was dark. "We need a medic, Guzzle. We need to get our wounded out, then I say we send this damned Imperial back to the Pit it crawled out of."
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"Mmm, Kup's probably seen something like this. He was a good soldier, Topspin. I kind of miss him, even though he's a bit irritating at times." Broadside replied to the other Wrecker, continuing to send pulses of red plasma fire at Wave.

Both Broadside and Topspin's fire slammed onto the chunks of armour plating that the Aerialbots and blown loose in their air strike, causing small explosions to blossom in them.

Zero-Two's cannon blast rocketed towards Wave's hull, and while he attempted to move to the side, the damage caused by the Aerialbots and Wreckers was too much, and the cannon blast sheared off a good chunk of the Imperial vessel's hull, sending him crashing down onto the ground, crashing through several buildings before the fuel tanks within him ignited, and a series of explosion erupted across his hull.
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Shock felt the damage dealt to Wave, and he swivelled around. Being the part of Shock Wave with the giant cannons, he activated the one cannon left to him, and opened fire at Zero Two's exposed back while he was attending to its other body.

Warcry
2012-08-24, 04:10 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Skysickle transformed to robot mode and dropped to the ground, giving Long Haul an annoyed look. "I'm a red Osprey. Have you even met Slingshot?" Shrugging, he said, "Obviously you should spend less time buying from Swindle and more time with Hubcap. The little guy can get his hands on anything."

Scrapper ran his scanners over Leyland, but shook his head -- all of his scan results came back flatlined. "This one's gone," he said clinically.
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Snarl woke up with a start, saw Constructicon green and lunged at Long Haul, stabbing his sword through the Decepticon's chest...or he would have, if his sword had been in his hand and not lost somewhere on the battlefield outside. So what actually happened was that he lost his balance and fell flat on his face with an "oof!"

"That was embarrassing..."

From his perch up on top of some diagnostic equipment, Nightstick laughed.
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Shuttle Gunner had followed Tinker back down, and he nodded in agreement with the seeker's assessment of Great Cannon's condition.

"Yes," he said with a hint of sadness. "One of Darkjet's comrades blew his head off with a missile. He is dead, but the rest of his body is untraumatized. He may still save Decepticon lives by being used as a systems donor, and as his teammate I of course authorize it."

Looking toward where Scrapper was working, his voice grew a bit more sad and he said, "Leyland, unfortunately, cannot even provide that."

Scrapper, meanwhile, looked up at Tinker with a glare. "The drunk deserted and I had his occult nonsense burned," he said with obvious intolerance. "Let us never speak of it again."
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"I know," Sideswipe said to Hoist. "Trust me, I know."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Rage shrugged. "The Combaticon is essentially correct," he admitted. But when Breakdown went nuts and started shooting randomly, he smiled behind his faceplate and said, "I've got this," before transforming and roaring toward the Stunticon.

"Yeah," Fireflight replied to Perceptor nervously after hearing that the cloud wasn't going to be dealt with. "OK. I'll, uh, I'll do that. You know, from way up here. Away from the scary hate cloud thing. Because being infected once was enough. Especially since, you know...the source of the cure and all." Looking over to Blast Off he added, "Uh...no offence, Mr. ex-Decepticon."
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Ultra Magnus spasmed as Perceptor shot him, roaring in rage at the attack that (to his half-blind eyes at least) came out of nowhere. He thrashed with fury...but only for a few seconds. Once the cure had passed through his armour into the core robot, Magnus detached from his blinded super-mode and dropped to the ground, his armour pure white and silver.

Ignoring the flush of shame that followed the realization of what had happened, he looked around to see what had happened and nodded to the far-off group of Autobots and Decepticons who had saved him.

"Where do you need me?" he asked.
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Imperial Landing Zone

Accelerating as fast as he could, Sandstorm steered onto a half-collapsed building, using the side of it as a ramp to launch himself into the air. Transforming in mid-arc, he landed atop Shock and hacked down with Broadside's axe in an attempt to arrest his fall.
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Skydive and Air Raid looped up, evading Wave's fire and trying to position themselves for another attack run.
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The Lunatic Fringe

(OOC: The first time I'm talking about was when Starscream tossed Megatron out of Astrotrain in the movie. :) )

"Pah! You've died so many times that you're lucky you can remember your own name!" Starscream told Prime.

Starscream let out a shrill cry as Springer's blade narrowly missed slicing off the top of his head, but he was lucky enough that it only amputated the tip of his wing instead.

"Fool!" he cried. "You dare challenge Starscream?"

Kicking out from under the Triplechanger's body, he swung his right fist forward hoping to catch Springer right on that insufferably heroic lantern jaw of his.

"You will be the first to taste my wrath!"
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"Ah, but he is." Thunderwing -- the real one -- blocked Misfire's shots with an energy field before taking his cyclone cannon in hand. "All of you belong to me now, Misfire. You just don't know it yet. I am Cybertron's future! I am--agh!"

"...distracted by my friends and not watching your back?" Triggerhappy observed as he burst through the back door and used Blowpipe to knock Thuderwing down. "Ha! Take that!"

Needlenose followed behind him and charged to Spinister's side, helping the other Targetmaster up off the floor.

"Leave me," Spinister said, annoyed. "Thunderwing deserves your attention now!"

"Yeah, yeah," Needlenose said, gleefully ignoring the order. "You're welcome, like usual. Seriously boss, I don't get how you survived on Earth without me to pick you up when you've been thrown through a wall."
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If Slugslinger appreciated Misfire knocking the Thunderwing shell off of him, he didn't show it.

"I had him right where I wanted him, you dummy!" he said as he fired a few dozen rounds into the shell that had charged at Misfire for good measure.

Blackjack
2012-08-24, 09:49 AM
Constructicon Hospital

“Eh, junior, I’ve been shooting at Aerialbots ever since they crawled out of Vector Sigma.” Long Haul replied to Skysickle. “Mmm, maybe. But Hubcap reminds me too much of that twerp Bumblebee, and I must resist the urge to lob him around like a volleyball with Bonecrusher. With Swindle, I can bash his face in. Bashing faces in is therapeutic.”

That was, however, before Snarl woke up and lunged at him, causing Long Haul to jump backwards. “Should’ve taken another step back.” The Constructicon grimaced. “Look, Dinobot, we’re here to help.”

Long Haul waved his scanner over Sky High’s body. “Pretender’s dead. The shot sheared clean through his armour. Who’s this one? Never could tell the Autobot Pretenders apart, they all look the same, human faces, no personalities. Eh. Parts are still in good condition, though. Oh, look! Here’s Gears! Dead Gears! Little piece of worthless scr- ngggn.” Long Haul grabbed at his neck, as some invisible force seemed to push against his throat.

Windcharger lowered his hands, and the tension on Long Haul’s throat disappeared. Windcharger growled. “Look, Constructicon – I appreciate the help, but if you make fun of another dead Autobot, I swear, I will turn you inside out. Literally.”

“Whatever.” Long Haul gave Windcharger a noncommittal shrug, then waved his scanner over Blurr. “Speedy’s gone as well. Energon sword straight through the chest. Must’ve hurt.” Long Haul glanced at Snarl slightly, before turning to join the conversation between Scrapper and Tinker, speaking in a kind of defensive reflex to agree with Scrapper. “Yeah, all that hoodoo magic is a bit nonsense, really. Not kind of our thing.”
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“I am sorry for your loss.” Tinker said to Shuttle Gunner with sincere sympathy. “That was… very blunt of me.”

“If it makes you better, whoever did it is probably dead by now.” Darkjet replied to Shuttle Gunner as he landed. “You have my condolences, though.” Moonjet had been sitting on top of a pile of crates with one of the wounded Combaticons, watching the Constructicons.

Tinker nodded, and turned to Scrapper, and shrugged. “I was just saying. Shutting up now. Where do I put good system donors?”
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Blast Off shook his head. “Yay Stormtroopers?” The Combaticon said, fist-pumping the air half-heartedly. He turned to Fireflight and shrugged. “I’m an ex-Autobot, ex-Decepticon, current neutral yet affiliated with Combaticons. Pretty sure anything you or Sixshot says is going to offend me either way, so I don’t mind.”

Sixshot was less responsive, his expression cold as he observed matters, still gripping his hypersonic concussion cannons, ignoring Fireflight and Blast Off’s conversations.

At least, until Ultra Magnus recovered, anyway. “Ultra Magnus!” Sixshot declared at the worthy opponent, “You are cured, it seems. You shall have to trust my word… grab the young unconscious Autobot near you, and get out of the Hate Plague cloud. You have been cured, but we are unsure how long the cure will last if you still stand in the infected zone.”
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Breakdown screamed. He saw Rage charging at him, and merely saw another enemy. He transformed into vehicular mode, and activated his break-down field, attempting to disrupt Rage’s internal mechanisms.

Meanwhile, giant scatter-blaster cannons flipped from his trunk and opened fire at the incoming Rage, as he swerved wildly, careening over dead bodies and rubble as he drove wildly.
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Imperial Landing Zone

The same turrets that had knocked Skram and Volt off Shock’s hull rotated and targeted Sandstorm, firing mortars at him, even as Sandstorm’s borrowed axe tore off chunks of his armour.

Broadside, for his part, turned around and launched more plasma blasts onto Shock.
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The Lunatic Fringe

“Yeah, I get it. You guys die and get revived so many times.” Springer grumbled under his breath. “Because, I dunno, it’s fun or something?” The former Wrecker took a reflexive step backwards as Starscream launched away from him, and he swung his sword up in an attempt to block the Seeker’s punch.

Springer’s free arm held the long end of the blade for support, so Starscream’s punch wouldn’t cause the blade to twang and cut Springer’s face off, which would be more… problematic than to just receive a punch in the head.

But, of course, Springer couldn’t resist seeing Starscream slam his fist straight into a sharp blade.

“Look, Screamer, I’m here for the guy who’s got the actual power and Matrix and force fields here. You’re just an annoyance.” Springer yelled louder, “Optimus! Starscream isn’t worth your time – you’re the only one who can beat Thunderwing and his Matrix! Go. Go!”
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Misfire snorted, actually surprised that Thunderwing remembered his name. “I would rather die. It’s clichéd, I know, but I’m a fan for the classics. Although, well, usually the sneaking-from-the-back is Sluggie’s thing, not yours, Happy-face.”

From the corner of his vision, Misfire saw Needlenose help Spinister, and turned his attention to the shell that had been, apparently, charging him. “Yeah, I love you too, Sluggie.” Misfire replied sarcastically as he opened fire at the Thunderwing shell directly in front of him, namely, the one that he just knocked off, trusting Slugslinger to take care of the one behind him.

Shine
2012-08-25, 11:08 AM
Hate Plague Danger Zone

Amidst his collection of thoughts—all of which featuring Hun-Grrr and Hun-Grrr alone in one way or another—Sinnertwin and Rippersnapper somehow managed to infiltrate the introspective realm located in Hun-Grrr's mind. Suddenly it occurred to him that they had been missing for longer than it was necessary to destroy the infected Wildrider. Something had happened to them.

Activating his com-link, Hun-Grrr set about contacting the two Terrorcons and learning of their statuses. The whispers of static were all that greeted his audio receptors.

Hun-Grrr deactivated his com-link. A hideous truth smothered him as if somebody had poured large quantities of Goo's thick, viscous substance over him. Sinnertwin. Rippersnapper. They were most likely—

Blaster fire streaked through the air, hurling itself in every direction imaginable. A few shots discovered targets, slamming into the forms of Blot and Cutthroat. They lost their balance, but Cutthroat was the only one to stumble. Blot's impressive bulk kept him upright.

Hun-Grrr searched the battlefield for the culprit of this attack. When he saw that Breakdown was responsible, confusion marked his features. Then he noticed a Transformer lurking above in the sky and a cloud of Hate Plague spores seemingly advancing towards him and his two Terrorcons. Then Breakdown being swallowed by that cloud.

Clarity was achieved.

Hun-Grrr roared. “Blot! Cutthroat! Blow that fraggin' fragger off the face of Cybertron!” He retrieved his sonic stun gun from a sub-space compartment.

Blot and Cutthroat complied without the utterance of a single word, all too happy to obliterate the insane Stunticon. Producing their respective arms, they fired at Breakdown—but because they weren't the most accurate with their weapons, more than a few of their shots stretched to the left and to the right, almost hitting Rage.

Caring none for this Transformer, they continued to shoot at Breakdown.

Blackjack
2012-08-25, 01:02 PM
Hate Plague Danger Zone

The Terrorcons were attacking!

That mean Stormtrooper was attacking!

Why are they attacking Breakdown? WHY WHY WHY?

Breakdown screamed, amplifying his break-down field as far as he could, in order to destroy any electronics aiding Rage or the Terrorcons. Fear and rage all mushed up together within him, and he simply shot in a wide arc around the ever-closing Rage and the Terrorcons, launching scatter-blaster shots at both parties.

zigzagger
2012-08-29, 02:08 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

Optimus Prime nodded. "Agreed," he answered Springer.

The Autobot Leader flashed his gaze across the lobby to determine Thunderwing's whereabouts -- then quickly brought them back to Starscream, his optics instantly narrowing. "You just may well have doomed us all," he said, glowering down at the treacherous Seeker. "But, we'll settle this dispute another time..."

Unchallenged, Optimus blurred across the floor with a quick, sibilant sound -- on a direct course for the downed Pretender. "No more diversions, Thunderwing."

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Hoist's Shuttle

(OOC: Mmm, I don't think Hoist would have dead bodies piled on top of one another in his ship. He's still your friendly, stereotypical Autobot, after all. I'd like to think he'd have more respect for the dead/comatose than that ;) Freeway I know for certain - without explicitly stating or showing it - is in a stasis pod somewhere on board. EDIT: Which I've decided to mention now.)

Hoist led Searchlight and Windcharger up to the shuttle's upper-deck, to a small medical center.

The medbay was unremarkable and simple. Along one wall was a single aisle of slabs, each with a sensor cluster that hung directly over the bed. As to be expected, half of them were already occupied. The slab-side stations were equipped with standard medical supplies and instruments, borrowed from the Steelhaven's own stock.

Sectioned off by a wall, a neighboring room housed the stasis pods containing terminal and comatose patients. The tubes ghostly blue glow emanated from the open archway, adding a serene yet saddening ambiance.

Hoist patted his hand on a free bunk. "Have a seat, Searchlight."

The Autobot mechanic then scooped up a laser scalpel and a pair of tweezers from a tray at his station. He flicked the instrument on and off with his thumb to test its charge, adding, "Let's see what we can do about closing off that nasty gash on your back, eh."

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Constructicon Field Hospital

Shockwave's mono-optic fell onto Hook. "A timely solution: a pressurized vessel - perhaps comprised of small munitions - containing this counteractant," he told the Constructicon. "Have you not already considered this?"
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Near Hate Plague Danger Zone

Perceptor opened his comlink. "With all due respect, Ultra Magnus," he said. "I would advise you do as Sixshot says. The retrovirus, I am told, provides immunity for a regretfully unspecified duration. Ranged combat would be the wisest course. I suggest you fall back."

"I'd also suggest someone get Jackpot off the field," Pointblank added while he re-aimed his rifle.

With Rage tending to Breakdown, who had unwittingly drove headlong into the cloud of spores, the Targetmaster set his sights on Target Hawk.

Pointblank pulled the trigger, sending a dart containing the retro-virus at the seemingly immobile Decepticon.

(OCC: Not sure, but are the Terrorcons infected or not? Hard to tell, considering they always want to maim and rend.)

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Southwest Border

Guzzle winced at the severed arm in Drift's hand. "A medic. Right."

"It's covered," Road Rocket interjected, Skram's body resting limp in arms. "Got in touch with Ambulon."

"That's--" The Sparkabot's optics feel directly on the dead soldier in the other Autobot's hold. Skram, and now Volt? The perimeter guard was being picked off like Turbofoxes in hunting season.

"Oh, jeez, Skram..."

"Yeah, it sucks," Road Rocket said bitterly. "The Aesculapius* is on its way."

(OOC: * - A medic ship/shuttle/frigate/whatever. Mentioned it in my previous post, but should've been brought up a long time ago. Stupid I didn't think of this sooner, being the resident Autobot Medic nut that I am :()


Guzzle eyes followed the Laser Cycle as he carried Skram away, back toward the border. "Yeah -- yeah, I'm with you, Drift.

The Sparkabot spun back around and jumped into tank mode. Guzzle raised his turret and unleashed a plasma beam, once more at Shock's underside.

"Not on my watch, you piece of crap!"

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Caught unawares, Shock's barrage exploded against the Zero-Two's back, bringing the titan crashing face forward into the ground.

A small force wave ensued upon impact.

"OH FOR PRIMUS SAKE!!!" Guzzle groaned out loud, swerving way from Shock's smaller armaments. "Will somebody please take out those damn cannons! That fraggin' trash barge is makin' a chump outta our Omega Sentinel -- Broadside, Sandstorm, Skydive, I'm lookin' in your direction! "

Blackjack
2012-08-29, 10:25 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

"Go, Prime." Springer whispered as he turned his attention back to Starscream. "Be a hero."
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Hoist's Shuttle

(OOC: The pile of bodies was supposed to be the ones that the new Aerialbots recovered from the battlefields, which Long Haul and the generic Combaticons or whatever piled up. Windcharger was outside, looking a the pile. It wasn't made clear before, sorry. Removed Freeway from my original post)

After one last look at the bodies outside, Windcharger followed Hoist and Searchlight into the medical shuttle.

Searchlight took a seat on the bunk and nodded mutely, trusting Hoist to heal him. He wasn't suspicious, or paranoid... he simply trusted Hoist, and the Autobot symbol on his chest. Searchlight haven't exactly spoken to Hoist much, even when they were stationed together, but he trusted the other Autobot. His optics looked around the pods, eyes settling on Freeway's form.

"Freeway!" Searchlight cried out in alarm, recognizing his fellow Throttlebot. "Freeway! Is he- Hoist, it he-?"
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Constructicon Field Hospital

"That would be the obvious solution, yes." Hook replied to Shockwave.

Long Haul chortled. "Obvious?"

Hook waved at Long Haul dismissively. "Attend to your duties, minion."

"Izzat a joke? Did Hook make a joke? Oh, the world is ending right now."

Hook ignored Long Haul and turned to Shockwave, folding his arms. "We do not have any pressurized vessels, at least not enough which we could put together at the moment. I would prefer that we have more data, see how much terrain is covered with the cloud. I am also uncertain if the counter-reactant would dissolve the airborne pathogen; for the one I had synthesized had the mechanism of purging the virus-spores from a living, infected Cybertronian, based on Sixshot's case, as befitting my specialty of a surgeon. It should, in theory, have the same effect with an airborne distribution, but the data is woefully inadequate. We would require more tests."

"I could go and map the infected area for you, if you want, doc." Moonjet offered, pointing his mis-matched arm outside of the makeshift hospital. "Might as well as make myself useful. Just the area covered in the Hate Plague spores, right?"

"Do that, yes." Hook said noncommittally, as Moonjet smiled, and transformed into his jet mode and shot into the air.
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Southwest Border

Drift gently laid the arm next to Volt, and whispered. "Rest, young friend. You have done your part." The former Decepticon stood up, turned to Road Rocket, and nodded, trusting the other Autobot to handle the evacuation, and scowled at the Autobot cradled in his hands.

"Skram was a good soldier. Both of them were." Drift replied, before turning his optics back to Shock. "We will kill this Imperial."

Drift sheathed his swords, and picked up a discarded assault rifle. His hands trembled slightly, but with practiced ease (which scared him a little) Drift reloaded the weapon, and aimed it onto Shock. Sharpshooter instincts -- instincts which served him well as Deadlock, instincts that allowed him to kill Autobots -- kicked in, and before he knew it bullets slammed in and around Shock's engines.
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"Got it." Broadside said, slightly peeveed at being shouted at by the short Guzzle, but rather impressed at the small Autobot's bravery. Another one for Wrecker candidacy, certainly. The Wrecker leapt towards Shock, jet boosters helping his jump, and landed on his side, the large Wrecker's mass causing Shock to tilt to one side.

Hanging on with one hand, Broadside roared, dug the fingers of the other hand onto one of Shock's cannons, and tore it out and sending it crashing onto the ground. "Sandstorm, Topspin, wreck this thing!"

Chip1123
2012-08-30, 02:57 PM
Topspin chuckled as Broadside lept into the air. The sight of the big guy launching into the air still was unbelievable even after so many battles.

"Right behind you!" Topspin said, taking off running, sliding along the ground, firing upwards at the behemoth as he went by. Once Topspin cleared the main guns, he sprung up, his powerful actuators making it look effortless, and began opening fire behind Shock, trying to find a weakpoint in his armor. "Or rather, right behind him!"

Warcry
2012-08-31, 03:43 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Skysickle shrugged at Long Haul. "Suit yourself. I'm pretty sure Swindle's somewhere in your new pile'o'corpses, though, so it's going to be a while before he's able to take any new orders." He chuckled. "Plus, I get a commission on any new customers I refer to Hubcap, so..."
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"Watch me not care." Snarl shoved at Long Haul, an angry expression on his face. "I'm not nice like the little ones. Show some respect or I'll add you to the pile. It'll only take one punch, I promise."
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Shuttle Gunner shrugged. "You didn't upset me," he told Tinker. "What you said was true. Why would the truth bother me?"

Scrapper gestured toward the other end of the empty area outside the hospital building. "Over there," he said. "Sorted by which body parts are damaged, if at all possible."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Rage felt his armour plating shake as Breakdown attacked him with his vibration field, but the Stormtrooper's body was too durable (and too used to abuse) for it to slow him down. Steering wildly away from the Stunticon's fire, he caught sight of the Terrorcons. Terrorcons, he noted, that were nearly killing him with their half-assed marksmanship.

"Morons."

Slamming on his breaks to avoid skidding right into the wall of fire they were putting up, he fired his acid cannons at the ground around Breakdown in the hopes of destroying his tires. He would have simply shot the smaller Decepticon with his fusion rifle, but with the mechanical disruptions he was experiencing the weapon was as likely to explode in his hands as anything.
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Fireflight mulled over what Blast Off had to say. "Well in that case, consider the Decepticons well and truly insulted."
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Ultra Magnus nodded curtly to Sixshot, then grabbed Jackpot by the arm. He transformed, the smaller Autobot draping across the rear of his truck cab as he drove out of the cloud.

"Where should I take him?" he asked Perceptor.
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Target Hawk listlessly swatted at the dart as if it were a particularly bothersome insect, then froze up as the serum entered his fuel.
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Imperial Landing Zone

Sandstorm flattened himself against Shock's hull, grinning wildly as the cannon fire cut through the air above him. When there was a break in the fire, though, he moved quickly. Pulling himself back up until he was centred above the tear in the Imperial's hull, he pulled out his sandblaster gun, shoved the barrel into the hole and started spraying sand into whichever of Shock's internal mechanisms were now exposed.
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Skydive and Air Raid split up as they looped around for another strafing run. Air Raid climbed, driving high up in the air while his wingman dove down below the line of ruined buildings. With the practised ease that only came with years of flight experience in the same squadron, the two flyers broke at exactly the same moment, reorienting themselves on Wave and unleashing a spread of missiles on him from two different directions.
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The Lunatic Fringe

Starscream's optics widened as he saw what Springer was trying, but the seeker was nothing if not agile. Snapping around in mid-punch, he spun at the waist. Not only did the move pull his hand back out of danger, but it swung his leg around in a kick that would snap Springer's sword in half if it landed.

"Why are you even here, Triplechanger? Didn't you run away like a worthless coward after the last time one of your precious Primes got you killed?"
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Thunderwing scoffed at Misfire. "You say that as if you have a choice," he laughed at the Targetmaster. "Do you suppose the Imperials wanted to to serve me? But they fell under my thrall all the same. And so shall the lot of you. Lord Thunderwing, the master of the Decepticon Matrix, wills it so!"

The Pretender pushed himself up off the ground and, seeing Prime coming, leaped to meet the Autobot leader head on.

"Bully to that!" he shouted. "To face me is to face your end, Optimus Prime. Your end, and the end of your pathetic Autobot line. After I've snuffed you, your Autobot Matrix is next!"
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Triggerhappy grinned at Misfire. "Hey, I'm never one to pass up an easy target. And hell, they move less if they don't see you coming, am I right?"
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Slugslinger brought up Caliburst to fire on his target again, but when he pulled the Nebulan's trigger he wasn't met with the satisfying ratta-tat of flying lead. What he heard instead was the one sound that every gunslinger dreads.

Click. Click.

"No ammo," he muttered. Thunderwing obviously saw it, because the shell he'd been shooting at grinned with it's needle-sharp teeth before bull-rushing him.

"Uh...no thanks!"

The cowardly Targetmaster turned tail and ran for the nearest cover, fumbling as he tried to draw a fresh magazine out of the storage compartment in his left leg.
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"So what now?" Needlenose asked as he got Spinister back up to his feet.

"Good question." Spinister cast his glance around the room before seeing a purple figure lying in the corner, unconscious. "Now, we try to wake up Cyclonus. We need all the help we can get."

Blackjack
2012-08-31, 07:21 AM
Constructicon Hospital

"Get outta here." Long Haul waved dismissively at Snarl. "I've got repairing to do."

"So Hubcap it is from now on then." Long Haul turned to Skysickle, spotted Swindle's corpse among the pile of corpses, and chuckled. "At least he'll have good aftermarket value. Hey Brawl, y'wanna sell Swindle parts to humans or something?"

"Shove it up your exhaust pipe!" The other Combaticon roared from the other end of the hospital. "And if you even think of defacing Onslaught's body..."

"Eesh, was trying to be nice."
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Tinker chuckled as he began to cut open Great Cannon's body, removing the internal biomechanisms that are still feasible for use, and placing it where Scrapper had directed him to. "If only we were all as stoic as you are, Shuttle Gunner..."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Breakdown was screaming all the while. Hun-Grrr and the Terrorcons' fire were not hitting him, but explosions explosions explosions oh god oh primus oh god

They are all out to get him

Breakdown saw Rage's blast of acid spray onto the ground immediately in front of him, and he instinctively banked aside -- not known as Stunticons for nothing, if Breakdown had been sane, he would've dodged the acid pool immediately. However, he moved to close, and parts of his left door melted straight off.

Screaming incoherently, he swiveled his scatter-blasters backwards and continued spraying fire in the general direction of Rage and the Terrorcons.
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"I feel insulted." Blast Off replied to Fireflight happily. "Do you feel insulted, Sixshot?"

"I do not stoop so low as to trade simple racial and factional insults with weak-minded, immature Autobot fools." Sixshot replied, giving Blast Off a mildly amused look.

"That there is an insult to the Autobots. I feel insulted again."

"True." Sixshot agreed. "Magnus, if you would carry Target Hawk with you -- that's the Vortex-like Decepticon -- I would appreciate it. Take them both and get out of the cloud. Perceptor and Point Blank will guide you."

"Should we, um, you know, stop them? They'll kill each other." Blast Off said, pointing at Rage, Breakdown and the Terrorcons.

"They are unstable scum who have nothing but battle in their heads. Curs without honour. The Decepticon cause will have no use for unstable buffoons like the Stunticons and Terrorcons if we are to have peace in the future... less so now that they have lost their ability to combine."

"Glad to see you haven't gone soft."
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Imperial Landing Zone

(OOC: Chip, Shock's in his boat mode. :))

Shock groaned as Topspin's attacks tore onto him, while Sandstorm's attacks filled his internal circuits with sand. Combined with Broadside's weight, the damage was causing Shock to tilt towards the side, losing altitude slowly and certainly.

The one remaining cannon opened fire, but due to the Wreckers swarming it, it was firing at empty ground, crumbling an empty, derelict building in the process.

Some of the smaller turrets were blown apart by Topspin's charge, and auto-targetting systems were shutting down due to the sand attacks.

"Wreckers, kill it!" Broadside yelled, and then in a lower growl, "This is going to hurt. A lot." Broadside thrust his arm into the gap he made on Shock, and started randomly puling out wires and metal pieces, throwing them out into the air.
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The barely-functional wreck of what was Wave groaned as it attempted to get up, barely a shell, but Air Raid and Skydive's missile barrage slammed onto it, causing eruptions to tear it apart, turning him into a line of burning red fireballs.
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The Lunatic Fringe

Springer growled as Starscream reacted faster than he expected, forcing him to leap backwards in a sidestep, causing Starscream's kick to swing through the air harmlessly.

"Unlike you, Starscream, I'm capable of change. I don't do what didn't work the last time. Or, in your case, the last five hundred times. Tell me, when has backstabbing your leaders ever work out for you?" Springer sneered, as he pulled out his wind-tunnel cannon with his left hand and opened fire on Starscream, attempting to knock him into a wall, or better yet, one of the Thunderwing shells.
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"Really? I'm sick of being told what I can do and what I can't." Misfire replied to Thunderwing. "Really, after everything that's happened this week? You don't even scare me now, voodoo guy."

Misfire turned to Triggerhappy and shook his head, but before he could reply, he saw Slugslinger running away from one of the Thunderwing shells. "Happyface, cover me- I'm going to save Sluggy."

The Targetmaster charged towards the Thunderwing shell, ejecting the empty thermal clip and reloading his own weapon, but attempting to bull-rush the Thunderwing shell away from Slugslinger, at least to give Slugslinger time to reload -- or for Triggerhappy to, hopefully, kill the shell.

zigzagger
2012-09-05, 07:29 PM
The Lunatic Fringe

"Thunderwing," said Optimus Prime, "your Matrix has - if nothing else - loosened your vocal processor..."

As the Autobot Leader lunged forward, he pulled his arm back, feigning to upper-cut Thunderwing with his right -- before swiftly side-stepping and driving his left elbow to the back of the Pretender's head.

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Hoist's Shuttle

Hoist took a seat at the side of his patient's slab, bringing his laser scalpel and tweezers to the gash on Searchlight's back. He slouched forward, his visor narrowing while he examined the wound once more.

"Left rotator cuff is torn, and...ah ha, a severed energon conduit right there. Probably should close that up first...."

With his tongs, the Autobot mechanic pinched the bisected fuel line, holding it to its other severed half, and proceeded to fuse them back together.

Until Searchlight had brought it to his attention, Hoist had all but forgotten that the doorway to the adjoining morgue had been left wide open. Worse, his patient espied Freeway - another Throttlebot - resting inside one of the stored stasis pods.

"Damn! I know better than that. Think next time, Hoist! Think!"

The mechanic leaned to his side and peered over Searchlight's arm, furrowing his brow.

"Mm, yes, Freeway. He's -- I had him fitted with a place holder powercore to maintain his vitals, but--" He paused to carefully choose his words. "Comatose doesn't quite explain it. It's -- it's, well, complicated. Basically," Hoist explained, "there are two energy conductors that keep our sparks ignited. And between them, is a gap. It's very tiny and--"

Hoist paused once more and sighed. "Do you know what the 'zero point (http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Zero_Point)' is?"

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Constructicon Field Hospital

Shockwave's mono-optic followed the Imperial flier as he exited the encampment. Had he the capacity to emote, the former-Decepticon would have scowled at Moonjet

"Let Skyquake's fate serve as a reminder, Lesser-Predator," he called out, "that I will not so readily forgive -- but you will assist us in rectifying the epidemic that your master has wrought."

--

Once Moonjet had departed, Shockwave shifted his gaze back down to Hook. "My apologies," he told the Constructicon. "The Lesser-Predator must be made aware of his place...

"As well as the consequences should he fall out of line," Shockwave coldly added.

"Let us resume," he said. "I must insist that we reconsider a more...timely solution. You are certain that you are not in possession of any pressurized tanks or vessels?" the purple cyclopean queried. "A small, standard closed container would suit our purposes -- such as those purposed to store coolants or gases, perhaps...?"

(OOC: These, maybe (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pressure_vessel)? You know, like a helium or propane tank.)
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Perceptor shook his head. "How I despise repeating myself..."

"While you remain out there, your risk of reinfection increases," he told Ultra Magnus. "Now, if you would be so kind as to bring the Actionmaster -- oh, and that...green-hued mechanoid," the science officer listlessly added, sweeping his hand dismissively in Target Hawk's direction, "along with yourself to our position."

"And, if your vision is still impaired, your on-board galactic positioning system* suite will guide you. Follow my signal, and worry not -- you are covered."

(OOC: * - I think I died a little writing that.)

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When it was clear that Target Hawk had been effectively 'cured', Pointblank selected his next target -- or rather, targets.

Not far off from their position, a Hate Plague-induced brawl had broken out between several Protihexians and Combaticons.

One by one, the Autobot sniped off each of the combatants, dispersing Hook's serum among the afflicted....

(OOC: Losing named-characters for Perceptor and Pointblank to cure/target. Breakdown seems to be covered. Am I missing anyone? Are the Terrorcons infected? I still can't tell.)

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Southwest Border

(OOC: Think I'll hold off until the Ambulon shows up. Next post I'm thinking :))

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Blackjack
2012-09-07, 09:30 AM
Hoist's Shuttle

Searchlight had not paid attention to Hoist’s descriptions of the repair process on his own body, but paid very, very close attention to Hoist’s next words, which described Freeway’s state, but they were big words. He didn’t understand them even if he had been cool-minded, and less so now that he was panicking. “Zero point? What- what’s that? Energy conductors? Gap?”

“He’s neither dead nor alive, you mean?” Windcharger spoke up, shaking his head. “Kind of like how we were during the Ark crash?”
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Constructicon Field Hospital

Darkjet shook his head as he watched Moonjet leave, and turned to Shockwave. “Moonjet and myself have defected, Lord Shockwave, is it?” Darkjet shuffled, all too familiar with the former Decepticon leader’s exploits through the history lessons. “Our comrades threw us into battle and left us to die. We have no love for the Imperials. We will do whatever is needed to help take our former brethren out.”

“I can vouch for the pink one. He helped the Aerialbots kill one of the Predator captains.” Tinker piped up as he placed several of Great Cannon’s inner components into the spare parts pile.
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“Mmm, those Predators are inexperienced amateurs. They lack the savagery required to be a proper Decepticon.” Hook replied to Shockwave with a dismissive snort as his fingers continued to mix chemicals into a vial. “Hopefully they will prove to be helpful, or I would have regretted stopping Bonecrusher from pulverizing them.”

Hook narrowed his optics. “If it were up to me, I’d salvage them for spare parts. But not everyone agrees with me… so I’m going to let them have their way, provided we are allowed to deploy Sixshot on them if they get out of line.”

Hook nodded, “A timely solution is what troubles me indeed. I have had Scavenger take a team to search nearby structures for pressurized vessels, but since he had not returned with every scrap of metal resembling a tank, I suspect that we really do not have any nearby. Perhaps elsewhere in the city?” Hook pondered. “Coolant vessels? The CR chambers we have may be able to be disassembled and retro-engineered, but I am uncertain of the quality of the vessels, or indeed if our patients would survive without CR chambers.”

“Maybe the Autobots have some in their shuttle?” Long Haul jerked a finger at Hoist’s shuttle. “Theirs are in a far better shape than ours are, anyway. It hasn’t crash-landed, for one.”
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

(OOC: That’s about all the named characters, really. The Terrorcons aren’t infected. Yet. Rage is, though he is in control like Sixshot was. Breakdown is as well, and the Decepticons are trying to murder him.)

Warcry
2012-09-08, 05:11 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Snarl glared at Long Haul, but didn't move. Instead he looked over at Brawl and asked, "Do you want me to hold his arms so that you can beat him?"
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Shuttle Gunner shrugged. "Great Cannon is gone," he said reasonably. "The part of him that mattered, anyway. If his body can help you save someone else, how could I begrudge you that? It's not what he would have wanted."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Rage accelerated again, ignoring the scatter blaster fire that drilled holes in his windshield as he sped after the other Decepticon. Breakdown had a head start, but Rage was faster and he slowly closed the distance between the two of them. All the while, he fired blasts of acid at the other car.

(OOC: Rage isn't trying to murder anyone. Just, you know, shoot them until they stop moving. :glance:)
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(OOC: Um...Magnus already left the cloud, guys. He's asking what to do with the half-dead Autobot that he took with him...)

Ultra Magnus sighed, frustrated by his friend's usual obtuse manner. "Yes Perceptor, I realize that, which is why I already left. But since I didn't drag Jackpot out of there just to watch him die because we can't get him medical treatment, kindly dispense with the misplaced condescension and tell me where our medics have set up shop."
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Ultra Magnus was already gone, having driven Jackpot away to safety before Sixshot had addressed him. Apparently no one else realized that, though. Fireflight didn't understand how, because he was usually the guy who didn't know what was going on.

Sighing, he said, "I guess I'll save him. Lucky thing that Skydive made sure we were all equipped with those rheanawhatisit tow cables."

The Aerialbot shot the cable down, snagging Target Hawk and carrying him out of the danger zone.
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Imperial Landing Zone

Sandstorm grinned and said, "You know it!" in response to Broadside's instructions. Raising his borrowed axe with both hands, he brought it down on Shock's hull with a heavy chopping motion again and again and again.
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Air Raid watched Wave go down in a wreath of flame.

"So what did they need us for again?" he asked Skydive rhetorically.

The Aerialbot leader's only response was a soft chuckle.
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The Lunatic Fringe

Starscream screeched laughter at Springer. "Megatron is dead and I now lead the Decepticons, fool!" he told the Wrecker. "I would say that it worked out just perfectly, wouldn't you?"
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"Then it's a shame your opinion doesn't matter," Thunderwing told Misfire. "You'll be mine, just like everyone else on this pitiful excuse for a planet."
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Triggerhappy opened fire on the shell that Misfire was engaging, but compressed air was no match for a Pretender. It did, however, stagger the shell enough that Misfire was able to knock it to the ground.

Slugslinger finished reloading, but by that point Misfire was in his line of sight. A day ago he would have happily shot through his former teammate, but after having Misfire back in the fold for this battle he wisely held off and waited for an opening.
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Thunderwing took the blow from Optimus firmly in the side of the head, but he wasn't staggered. The Matrix gave him strength and muted pain. With it, no one could defeat him. He was unbeatable and indefatigable. He was the Chosen One, and he would live out his destiny. No other outcome was acceptable.

"I tire of this foolishness, Prime. You cannot stop me. No one can. This game ends now. And the first pieces I'll claim are one that you should have ended long ago, and one that you already have!"
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Starscream saw the spear of dark purple energy coming, but Springer's wind cannon pushed him directly into it. The Decepticon leader didn't even have time to scream before the energy tore through his new body, vaporizing most of his torso and leaving a hollow shell to drop down to the floor devoid of life. Whether his spark had been destroyed by the divine energy or simply set free again in ghost form wasn't immediately clear, and the blast carried on unabated on a course for Springer.

Blackjack
2012-09-08, 06:41 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Brawl shrugged at Snarl as he shoved a cart of salvaged weapons out to Breacher and the other Combaticons. "Maybe later, Dinobot. We need these Constructicons to repair the city. Then we can beat him up."

Long Haul snorted, but he had already moved a significant distance away from where Snarl was standing.
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"Mm-hmm." Tinker replied to Shuttle Gunner. "Very noble of you. By the way, Shuttle Gunner, are you injured? Do you require repairs?" The Seeker gestured at Sandstorm's body, "I think you can see him. Doubt he'll wake up any time soon, though."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Breakdown screamed.

Or maybe it was his tires or the general movement of metal parts that screamed.

Maybe it was simply the audible whine of his breakdown field.

Maybe it was all of them.

Regardless, Rage's acid blasts struck home this time, slamming onto Breakdown's rear, eating its way through Breakdown's armour. Screaming, screaming, screaming, Breakdown transformed reflexively into robot mode, ejecting the damaged vehicle mode pieces as he did so.

The Stunticon turned around, pulled his scatter-blaster and opened fire at Rage, finding a focus for his anger.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME"
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Sixshot transformed into robot mode and landed next to Magnus. "The Hate Plague fog seems to be getting thicker. It's affecting my visual sensors."

The six-changer folded his arms. "It is... good to see that you have survived, Ultra Magnus. It would be a waste if you died because of this dishonourable Imperial trickery."
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Blast Off shook his head. "I don't even want to know how you got Rheumanium. Did you guys go all genocide an entire planet to get them? 'Cause that was what we did before, you know. Damn Darkwing, he was a big showoff."

The Combaticon followed Fireflight as he rescued the Vortex-escue Decepticon out of the Hate Plague. Blast Off felt... something. Was that regret for not being able to save Vortex? Probably.

Feelings are... not something he really dwelt on.
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Imperial Landing Zone

Broadside jammed his plasma rifle into a gap on Shock's other cannon, and opened fire again and again and again until his rifle's ammunition is spent, and let out a whoop of satisfaction as Shock's second cannon exploded.
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The Lunatic Fringe

Misfire pointedly ignored Thunderwing, since he was focused on body-slamming the Thunderwing shell to the ground. The Targetmaster immediately rolled aside, to allow Slugslinger and Triggerhappy to destroy the shell.

"Kill it! Kill it!" Misfire yelled, pulling out his own ion rifle and firing blindly in the general direction of the shell.
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"I pity the Decepticons." Springer replied to Starscream with a snarl. "But at least rainbow chopper over there is smart enough to know- "

Springer's words died in his mouth as the dark purple energy slammed onto Starscream, through him, and towards Springer. Springer's optics widened. His first thought was the fact that he's helped kill Starscream. The second was...

"Not again."

Springer lunged aside, but he was not fast enough, as the dark energy lanced through the left side of his body. The dark energy coursed through him, and Springer screamed as it moved through his body. Then he fell onto his side.

The Matrix's energy had blown a massive hole through the left side of Springer's chest and abdomen, and among the visible, twitching mechanisms exposed, his spark was visible, beating weakly. So very weakly. Springer's vision was fuzzy, his mouth hung open, his face had been burnt off, he couldn't feel any of his legs or transformation cog, he was pretty sure his left arm was vaporized...

He tried to speak, and a gurgle came out. His eyes blinked, unfocused, as they alternated between grey and a weak blue.

He tried to find Thunderwing. Damn it, he had to kill Thunderwing. He had to, before Thunderwing destroys the universe! He needed to be a hero.

Optimus Prime... Optimus needs his help.

Gun?

No, the left hand was holding it.

Sword?

Springer's fingers twitched, but he couldn't feel his trusty blade. It probably had fallen somewhere away from him.

He's probably going to die. In a more undignified way than simply being vaporized the first time around. He couldn't feel the pain, at least, which was something.

Images flew through his head, the sum of his life so far. Being inducted into the Wreckers, Impactor, the Time Wars, Autobot City, Hot Rod and Arcee, the Decepticon attack, Junk, Unicron, the Civil War, death, rebirth... disjointed images. People screaming at him, people shooting at him... people dying around him...

Impactor. Whirl. Twin Twist. Blurr.

Arcee.

The thought of his closest friend gave Springer a second wind of sorts. His remaining arm twitched, and began dragging his ruined body across the room, towards Thunderwing, while energon leaked out of the gaping hole in his chest. He was going to die... but not today. Today needs no corpse. Today needs a hero.

And dammit, he's got better things to do tonight than die.

Warcry
2012-09-16, 10:45 PM
Constructicon Hospital

Snarl shrugged. "OK, if you say so. But there's, like, eight of them. I'm sure they wouldn't miss one."

He looked at the cart of weapons Brawl was carrying and asked, "You need any help? Guns, I know."
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Shuttle Gunner shook his head. "I am fully functional," he told Tinker. "Physically at least."

He glanced over at the prone Sandstorm, feeling something that he supposed was sadness but also happiness that his friend had survived whatever surgery the Constructicons had subjected him to.
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"Make me." Rage charged toward Breakdown, his wheels smoking as he continued to accelerate. The Stunticon's fire deflected off of Rage's thick armour, leaving burns and scars but not causing any serious damage to the durable Stormtrooper.

When he'd closed range with the lesser Decepticon, Rage transformed as well. His vehicle-mode momentum still carrying him forward at nearly a hundred miles an hour, he jumped at Breakdown with his arms spread wide for a tackle.
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"Your sentiments fill me with indifference, Decepticon," Ultra Magnus told Sixshot flatly. "Now are you going to tell me where to take the injured, or not? Because if I have to wait here until they die, I will make you pay for it."
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The Lunatic Fringe

Slugslinger flinched out of habit as Misfire aimed a gun in his general direction, waiting for the pain that would inevitably follow...but somehow, unbelievably, the other Decepticon actually hit his target.

"Huh?" A surprised Slugslinger just stared for a second before he joined in shooting at Thunderwing's shell.

Triggerhappy just grinned. "Been practising, Misfire? Good mech."
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Thunderwing watched Starscream fall, watched Springer crumple in a heap behind him and slowly struggle to his feet. He was impressed, mildly, when the Autobot lurched toward him even with probably a third of his body mass destroyed.

Not impressed enough to spend time fighting him, though.

A force cage sprung up between himself and the Autobot, woven from the dark energies of the Decepticon Matrix. The sizzling purple energy would blunt the Autobot's advance and (at least, in Thunderwing's sick and twisted mind) would ensure that the Autobot would slowly leak to death instead of going out in a heroic blaze of glory -- the ultimate insult to one of his ilk.

"Now then, Optimus...where were we?"

zigzagger
2012-09-17, 04:04 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

Optimus Prime clasped his hands together, forming a double-fist, and raised them above Thunderwing, readying to drive them down onto the Pretender's back...

But, from the corner of his vision, the Autobot Leader witnessed Starscream fall to a spear of dark-energy -- and the same attack lance through Springer.

The Wrecker, however, continued to advance, in spite of his grievous injuries. "Springer, no!" Prime shouted, lowering his arms. "Stay away, that's an order!"

The Matrix-bearer made a deep, inarticulate sound, aiming a double-fisted punch squarely at Thunderwing's jaw. "That's enough!"

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Hoist's Shuttle

Hoist shook his head. "No, not exactly," he told Windcharger. "What the occupants of the Ark experienced was a sort-of emergency stasis lock. The zero-point, like I mentioned, is a near-invisible gap between the spark and said energy conductors. Alignment has to be just right, or else the spark..."

The Autobot mechanic flashed his optics back to Searchlight and sighed. "The spark...will fade. I'm sorry."

Hoist worked his laser scalpel on the Throttlebot's back while he continued. "There still is hope," he said. "There are procedures -- extensive procedures, mind you -- that might help. But, I don't dare do it here - not with this equipment, and honestly it's not really in my field of expertise. Sparks are more of Ratchet or First Aid's thing. And, since Ratchet is busy with the refugees, Freeway would have to be transferred to the IMR..."

He thoughtfully paused for a moment, then went on, "Couldn't hurt, I suppose," said Hoist, "but, they say comatose patients sometimes respond to emotional triggers. Just a thought."

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Constructicon Field Hospital

Shockwave glowered down at Darkjet. "You may yet be vindicated -- but I intend to hold you to that," he told the Predator. "And please...the appellative 'Lord' does not apply. If you must, address me by my standard designation."

The former-Decepticon moved his optic to the exit of the encampment, toward the small Autobot Shuttle that was parked nearby. "Yes, stasis pods would suffice ," he then answered Hook. "I shall speak with Hoist. Considering the need, it is a reasonable request. He will comply."

Shockwave turned away from the Constructicon and started for the exit. "I shall return momentarily."

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(OOC: Whoops :o Sorry, Warcry. Still fits Percy's character, but I must've misread.)

Perceptor cocked his brow. "Condescension?" he answered Ultra Magnus, shrugging. "Oh...I hadn't realized."

Pointblank snorted. "I find that hard to believe."

"At any rate," the science officer raised his voice, a slight note of irritation in his tone, "the Constructicons and Hoist have set up an encampment, not too terribly far from here. I will transmit you the coordinates," he told the Autobot Commander. "Though, I have little doubt Iacon has brought their own rescue convoy with them..."

Nonchalantly, Perceptor raised the scope of his rifle to his optic, setting his sights on Breakdown and Rage, while adding, "Why not contact them, if you have not done so already?"

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Southwest Border

Having cautiously taken the long way around the entire city-state, the Aesculapius arrived at the southwest border, docking a fair, safe distance behind the perimeter guard -- and the battle being waged between Shock and the Autobot forces.

The medical frigate's bay door dropped, and from the boarding ramp glided down five medics - all in the requisite Autobot red and white plating - each riding on top of MARBS (http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Mobile_Autobot_Repair_Bay).

Flanked from both sides was the Aesculapius' lead medical officer, Ambulon; best known at the IMR for being "a real gearstick" and his uneven paintwork.

He raised hand above his optics and squinted. "Over there," he told the accompanying Autobots, pointing toward the carnage. "Let's spread out."

Ambulon's MARB lurched forward and raced toward the combat zone, the four medical officers following suit.

---

Noticing the approaching medical unit, Guzzle called out, "Ambulon's here! Let's give 'em cover while they pick up the wounded!"


---

Blackjack
2012-09-17, 01:56 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

Windcharger tilted his head, and shook his head. “I think Ratchet told me something about it before. Went over my head, probably. Searchlight, I’m sorry. For what it’s worth.”

Searchlight was mute, looking at his feet, and the scratched-up bodywork adorning his relatively large feet. He mutely listened to Hoist as he explained procedures… talking about hope and all that. Had he not been the subject of a spark transplant before? It was excruciatingly painful, but he survived. And he had meant to destroy Abominus… what did Freeway nearly die of?

“Who… who did this to him?” Searchlight asked, voice quiet. “Do you know, Hoist? And… he’s going to be stable, right? It’s not a ‘transport him now or die’ situation?” Searchlight shook his head, looking down. “I’ve always thought the first one of us to buy the farm would be Rollbar, that showoff idiot. Or Wide Load. Or happy Chase. Or me. I’ve never thought that sarcastic twit Freeway would ever… well, you know?”
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Constructicon Field Hospital

Darkjet nodded. “My comrade and I are prepared to do any task you wish us to do.” The Predator said. “Your… standard designation? Military Commander?”

“He means his name, hatchling.” Long Haul called out derisively.

“Ah.”
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Hook had ignored the lesser Darkjet, and had his brows furrowed in concentration as he considered how exactly to reverse-engineer stasis CR pods into a dispersal engine. Fill the stasis pods with the cure, then launch them into the cloud at strategically located positions, then allow each to eject the pressurized cure within… no, that would only work if they had multiple CR pods…

“Scrapper.” Hook said, turning to his team leader. “We require Mixmaster to continue synthesizing the cure in large amounts. I loathe to make this suggestion but we need to wake him up. I would also like to use one of our CR pods. Are there any patients who we could offline without upsetting too much people?” Hook glanced at Bonecrusher. “Or, alternatively, we could get to work on Bonecrusher, freeing the pod for reverse-engineering into a dispersal agent…”
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Tinker nodded at Shuttle Gunner. “Physically? So, other than that…” The Seeker waited for the other Decepticon to answer him, leaving the prompt a hanging question.
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Brawl turned to Snarl and shrugged. “He’s the one that gets to do all the slag transport job and keeps glitching about it. I’m sure it’ll do Scrapper and Hook a favour if we tied him up and dump him in the Rust Sea or something.”

Long Haul made a razzing noise as he moved to Sky High’s body and began to pry the Pretender open.

Brawl gestured at the cart of weapons. “Things are salvaged from the, um, from out dead comrades. Road Hugger told me to sort them out and distribute them among the Combaticons and Autobots.” Brawl shrugged as he glanced at Steamhammer and Undertow helping a wounded civilian into the medical compound. “Mostly I think he wants me to keep an eye on things here, and he doesn’t trust any of the juniors yet. It sounds like something Onslaught would do, though.”
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“STOP LOOKING AT ME” Breakdown screeched again, as he ducked away from Rage’s tackle… or tried to, anyway. The plague had seeped so deep into his systems it’s hampering his normal reflexes with the desire to take the fight to Rage.

So instead of ducking, he made a half-hearted attempt to clobber Rage in the face, an attempt that failed completely as Rage tackled him onto the ground, the impact crushing several panels on his body.
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The six-changer made no show of being annoyed or amused with Ultra Magnus’s angry retort. The soldier had been through a lot, and he has never been known as the jolly among the Autobots.

“Perceptor has told you what you need to know, I believe. If I may… the younger Autobot will reach medical attention faster with my- or one of their- jet modes.” Sixshot pointed at Fireflight and Blast Off.
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Southwest Border

Shock continued to tilt as the Wreckers assaulted its hull, its remaining weaponry firing ordnances wildly towards the Autobots. Drift turned to Guzzle and nodded as he darted near the immobile and wounded, blades whirling as they deflected laser fire from reaching them.

Broadside, Sandstorm and Topspin’s assault has caused the vessel to lose altitude. “Wreckers, bail!” Broadside yelled as he planted his feet against Shock and launched himself away, gun firing away at Shock’s hull as he did so. “Just like how we killed the Tremorcon gestalt, come on!”
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The Lunatic Fringe

“All part of my grand plan, Slugslinger.” Misfire told the other Targetmaster, a self-satisfied grin on his face as he continued to open fire at the Thunderwing shell, moving away to make himself a separate target from his two wingmates. He noticeably sent out less bursts of ion pulses than Triggerhappy or Slugslinger, but at least not all of them went slamming onto the terrain.

And none hit Slugslinger, which was a bigger achievement than anything he did today.

Misfire chuckled at Triggerhappy. “I have been practicing since day one, Happyface, it’s just that this is the first time I used a gun that wasn’t a dipstick of a Nebulan.”

Misfire glanced around. "Needlenose, Spinister, you guys all right?"
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Springer’s optics widened slightly as he saw the force cage materialize out of dark energy. No, damn it no. He was not going to be kept out of the main fight! He was not going to be denied!

“Nuuuhh-” Springer said as he lurched towards the force cage, pulling himself along with his one arm. He either could not hear or did not obey Optimus Prime’s command, and he balled his hand into a fist and slammed it onto the writhing dark purple energies that comprised the cage.

Energon levels at 42%.

Springer made a stunted half-yell as the dark energy backlashed onto his arm, running from his fist onto his shoulder and onto his face, blowing panels apart, sending circuitry blowing up and forced him to skid across the room, energon pouring out of the gaping holes on the side of his face and chest.

Energon levels at 33%.

“Phrrrmmm” Springer gurgled as the joints on his jaw popped apart. One of his optics cracked, revealing the ball-like mechanism underneath the glass… but both this and his good optic were more focused than ever, taking in the force cage, Optimus Prime and Thunderwing…

Energon levels at 28%.

Warcry
2012-09-23, 11:09 PM
Constructicon Hospital

"If you're serious I can start stripping cables out of those bodies to use as rope," Snarl told Brawl. Thinking more about what the Combaticon said, he asked a follow-up question. "Onslaught died?"
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Scrapper shrugged indifferently, not even looking up as he continued to root though the debris and bodies. "Fine, Hook, but if they do something stupid it's on your head. Find a clear table and start working on them."
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"If you mean to inquire about my mental health," Shuttle Gunner told Tinker with a shrug, "I'm afraid you'll need to be the judge. My self-actualization protocols are incomplete, and my emotional processing code is underdeveloped at best. Most of the Decepticons I meet express envy at my lack of feeling, but I find their thoughts poorly-constructed at best."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Rage looked down at the prone Breakdown, who he'd pinned on the ground. The Stunticon's fist hit him in the shoulder, but Rage was so buzzing with anger that he didn't feel it. He balled his own hands into fists, feeling murderous intent flow through him as he prepared to strike.

But he didn't. Instead of pummelling the other Transformer's face in, he grabbed for Breakdown's wrists and tried to pin him more securely.

"Now would be a good time, vaunted Autobot snipers!" he growled over their communications channel.
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"Thank you," Ultra Magnus told Perceptor impatiently. "I'll be going, then. Fireflight, follow me."

"But, uh...you're a truck," the Aerialbot pointed out. "I'm, uh, way faster than you, sir."

"Be that as it may," Ultra Magnus said, "I'd rather you find the hospital slowly than get lost quickly, so you're coming with me."

"Oh. Right. Aye, sir."

With a resigned sigh, Magnus forced himself to ignore the younger Autobot's silliness and open a comm channel. "This is Ultra Magnus to any Autobot forces in the area. Put me through to your commanding officer immediately."

Notably, he didn't even bother to ask Fireflight.

"Stay here," he told Sixshot. "These troopers are less injured than some others. Your speed might be needed by someone else."

Truth be told, he simply didn't want the sixchanger's presence to remind him of how Sixshot had overcome the plague where he, Ultra Magnus, had failed.
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Southwest Border

Sandstorm didn't wait to ask stupid questions. When Broadside said to bail, he bailed, vaulting off of the crashing Imperial, smashing through an already half-broken window and crashing to a stop inside a long-abandoned living room.
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The Lunatic Fringe

Slugslinger and Triggerhappy continued to fire, and the shell the three Decepticons were targeting quickly transformed into a smoking wreck. It wasn't the only one, though, and the other two shells turned to engage the Decepticons.
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"We're fine," Spinister called to his troops. "Keep Thunderwing busy for a few more minutes! And don't die."

Looking down, he watched impatiently as Needlenose tried to rouse Cyclonus.
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Thunderwing's head snapped back and the Pretender staggered as Prime's blow landed. The right half of his head crest was mangled by the impact, the topmost part of it snapping off entirely. Snarling, he slowly drew himself back up to his full height and turned back around to face the Autobot leader. He spat out the broken tips of several of his teeth on the ground at Prime's feet, then shook his head.

"Enough? No Prime. Not enough. Not even close!"

He balled his right hand into a fist, but didn't strike with it. Instead, he held it up and waited as glowing purple energy started to gather around it.

"Tell me, Prime...have you ever wondered why I can do this with a Matrix and you can't? Could it be that Thunderwing, not Optimus or Rodimus, is the true chosen one?"

Before Prime could answer, Thunderwing hurled a purple lightning bolt at him.

"I think so!"

zigzagger
2012-09-25, 01:30 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

The dark bolt struck against Optimus Prime's torso, causing him to reel back from the impact.

But, curiously, the attack did little else; not a single burn or puncture. The Autobot Leader's plating was left unscathed, his body remained untainted by Thunderwing's corrupted Matrix.

I assumed correctly

A cleansing blue aura washed over him, flushing and fading. "Thank you, Thunderwing," he said, "for confirming what I have long suspected. And, what little you actually know..."

Optimus stood up straight. "Our Matrices - the Creation Matrix and what has been erroneously dubbed the 'Decepticon Matrix' - are flip-sides of the same coin. Both are derived from the same source," Prime told him while he stepped forward. "They're designed to complement each other, for a purpose that you seem to not comprehend -- or simply refuse to acknowledge. They cannot be used to destroy one another."

The Autobot Leader stopped a few paces before Thunderwing, meeting him optic to optic. "You are no chosen one," he said, "only an affront to Primus."

In a swift motion, Optimus Prime struck at the crack on the Pretender's chest, made earlier in their battle.

"With the willpower, any mechanoid can do what you have done with the Matrix."

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Meanwhile, nearby the nondescript building where the fate of the planet was being decided, Prowl and his response unit continued to keep vigil.

"Oooh," Dogfight groaned, "this is so boring."

"Nevertheless," said Prowl, "optics on the building, Dogfight."

"General Prowl," Dai Atlas commed from the Trion. "I have a priority--"

"This channel is for emergency use only, Dai Atlas," the General chided. "You were assigned to oversee operations from the bridge while I am on the field. Is this not a matter that yourself can address?"

"Normally, yes, but we just received a transmission...from Ultra Magnus."

The General emoted nothing, flatly stating, "Interesting."

Prowl tapped his left audio receptor and took the call. "Ultra Magnus -- May I assume you have somehow managed overcome your affliction?"

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Hoist's Shuttle

"Morphobots," answered Hoist. "A spike tendril grazed over his chest, damaging several vital components and misaligning his spark chamber," he told Searchlight. "Freeway is stable, but fading. But, like I said, he's fitted with a place-holder power core. That should buy him a few more solar cycles. At very least.

"And, yes, spark transplant is a feasible option, but again, I dare not do it here -- and not without a protoform to transfer his sp--"

The Autobot mechanic stopped short when Shockwave entered the medical center. The former-Decepticon stood at the open archway, his mono-optic looking on patiently for Hoist to finish.

"Oh. Hello Shockwave," he said, blasé, "What can I do for you?"

"Pardon my intrusion, but are you able to relinquish any stasis pods in your reserve?"

"Mmm, I believe so. More wounded coming in?"

"Currently, no, but the need is no less imperative," said Shockwave. "We require pressured vessels to contain the enzymes Hook has developed to counteract the Imperial's synthetic 'hate plague'. Stasis pods offer a timely solution, with minimal modifications."

Hoist gave the purple cyclopean a questioning look. "Sooo...essentially, you're converting them into bio-bombs?" The mechanic sighed. "Seems like an awful waste, but it's hard not to notice the ominous red cloud hanging over the city-state center."

He pointed toward the morgue. "Be respectful while in you're in there and take only what you need."

"I intend to."

The Autobot mechanic's gaze followed Shockwave as he made for the adjoining room, before shifting his focus back onto Searchlight's injuries.

Hoist chuckled. "Only in Protihex," he said, "can you see a former-Decepticon Military Operations Commander turned peacekeeper and all-around do-gooder."

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"Oh, you are quite welcome, Ultra Magnus," Perceptor replied, utterly oblivious to the Autobot Commader's obvious irritation. He was too preoccupied by the targets locked in his sights of his rifle.

With a smile, the science officer pulled the trigger, launching an armor-piercing dart at Breakdown.

"I think you're enjoying this way too much, Perceptor," Pointblank quipped.

Blackjack
2012-09-25, 11:01 AM
Constructicon Hospital

“Eh, not now, probably. ‘Structies need their little scrap-drone to carry stuff around.” Brawl replied to Snarl as he wheeled over the guns (including some stripped from dead combatants) to other Combaticons. Brawl didn’t answer Snarl’s question for a second or two, before replying nonchalantly, “Yeah. Onslaught died. Blast Off and I are what’s left of the original Combaticons.”

Long Haul noticeably had moved even further away from Snarl and Brawl, and has grown more quiet as he stripped a chunk of engine part from Blurr.
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“If Mixmaster tries to blow us all up again, I shall personally transplant his brain module into Gears’ body.” Hook replied to Scrapper, before walking up towards Mixmaster. Pulling out a syringe of stimultants, he stabbed Mixmaster in the neck with the device.

Mixmaster’s optics whined back into life and he screamed, scrabbling at his neck and pulling out the syringe. “That hurt!” The chemist yelled, gasping as he recoiled.

“Get up.” Hook said indifferently as he pulled Bonecrusher’s CR Chamber next to an operating table. “Long Haul, we require a fuel pump of the same specifications as Mixmaster’s before we can begin the operation. Scrapper, if you would help me…”

“I said, that hurt. The Pit must you use that.” Mixmaster complained as he stood up. “The hell was I out cold anyway?”

“You don’t get to speak.” Hook snapped, pointing a scalpel at Mixmaster’s face. “You exposed yourself to the Hate Plague. You nearly compromised this entire medical facility! You nearly doomed out entire race, you blighted fool!”

“Oh.” Mixmaster tilted his head, unabashed. “So… we got a cure?”

“Unrepentant fool. You are fortunate we have need of you. I had to strong-arm you to unconsciousness, but yes. Before I have to knock you out again, take the formula on that datapad, synthesize a version of it which can be spread through the air via pressure, and synthesize as much of it.” Hook said, before opening Bonecrusher’s CR chamber and moving his brother onto the table.

Long Haul handed him the fuel pump, and with a surgeon’s speed and precision Hook began his work, arms flying and moving at a speed no mere medic could hope to compete with as he ripped out Bonecrusher’s damaged fuel pump at the same time as he attached the new one onto it.
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“I figured out something like that, but I’m not a psychologist.” Tinker told Shuttle Gunner as he took several chunks of armour salvaged from Great Cannon and Sky High over to where Hook was repairing Bonecrusher. “Hell, I’m not sure if the Decepticons even still have one in our ranks.” The Seeker shrugged. “Once this is all over, I’ll see if we can find you one. Hopefully Rung is still alive. Just... just stay away from Bombshell.”
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Hoist's Shuttle

Searchlight nodded numbly as Hoist explained Freeway’s condition further, rubbing his forehead with one hand. “A Morphobot… a few solar cycles… oh Primus. Please. Please, Hoist, make sure Freeway gets on the first shuttle to Iacon as soon as all this is over.” The Throttlebot reflexively winced as Shockwave entered the room.

Windcharger was less composed than Searchlight. At the mere sight of Shockwave, the Autobot had reflexively assumed a battle stance, hands glowing purple as he activated his magnetic generators, ready to throw a scalpel or something into Shockwave’s face… before remembering what side Shockwave had been on for a few years now.

“Sorry. Reflex.” Windcharger said as he powered down, although he didn’t sound apologetic. You wouldn’t, after all, if someone had all but killed you and your friends and hung your barely-functional bodies from the roof. The Minibot followed Shockwave. “I can help you carry the pods.” His voice was static and devoid of friendliness, in a manner that eerily resembled Shockwave's own tone. He knew Shockwave was on their side now… but he will never, ever forgive the former Decepticon leader.

“Yeah. This is a weird city all right.” Searchlight replied disinterestedly. Hoist's attempt at a joke reminded him of Freeway, which did not help at all.
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Breakdown still screamed and screamed, his break down field amped up to the maximum setting, that his own frame even began to vibrate and spasm. Perceptor’s armour-piercing dart sailed through the air and struck true on Breakdown’s neck, and the cure flowed into his body. Breakdown screamed and screamed…

Until oblivion, sweet, sweet oblivion took him over and he went limp as he lost consciousness.

Red-coloured dust flaked off his silent and unmoving form as the nightmare – and the Plague – passed.
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“If you say so.” Sixshot replied indifferently to Ultra Magnus, seemingly completely oblivious to the City Commander’s conflict…

He was aware, of course, of how he had turned away from the delicious, delicious Hate Plague, and he knew, for the interests of the greater whole, Magnus should not have that fact waved in front of his face. And Sixshot felt some sort of twisted satisfaction as well in not rising up to Magnus’ annoyance.

The Decepticon shot into the air and transformed into his hovering weapon mode, ready to assist should Perceptor or Magnus ask him to.

Blast Off, meanwhile, kept pace next to Fireflight, not saying a word to Ultra Magnus or Fireflight. He knew he didn’t take orders from Magnus, but all the same, he was about to return to base anyway… and he knew Magnus wasn’t exactly thinking straight.
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Southwest Border

(OOC: I’m assuming Topspin had leapt off as well, yes?)

As the three Wreckers disengaged, the final part of Shock Wave, burning from the assault of the Wreckers, Aerialbots and other Autobots, slowly lost altitude, spinning as it did so, before crashing next to the rest of its components, which were still burning… and, like them, as soon as the flames reached the energon lines it ignited as well, forming a massive fireball…

And the last of the Dreadnought-class Imperials was dead.
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Broadside shook his head as he got to his feet. “Topspin, Sandstorm- we beat that them. Just like the old days.”

Drift lowered his blade as he deflected the last mortar away from the wounded. He lowered his greatsword, held in one arm… his other arm holding the gun that he had used to fire upon Shock Wave’s engines… and glanced at Electro’s corpse. Too high. The price of victory this time was too high.

Drift glanced down at the gun in his arm, and could hear his impersonation of Deadlock earlier that week, when he was talking to the Imperial spy. The thought of his former self rising back again… Drift threw away the gun in disgust and sheathed his blade, before walking wordlessly away from the battlefield.
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The Lunatic Fringe

“Two more.” Misfire told Slugslinger and Triggerhappy. “Yeah, Spinny, we love you too.” Misfire said conversationally as he picked one of the shell and unloaded several more ion pulses at the Pretender.

Two more. Yeah. Focus, Misfire. Focus.

Might as well as be two hundred more if you shoot Slugslinger again.
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-You go, Prime.-

Springer saw as Optimus Prime moved into the offensive, and the sight riled him up. He can’t die here. Not when he could see the war end right then and there.

Chip1123
2012-09-25, 03:37 PM
(OOC: We'll assume he did...)

Topspin looked over at Broadside, the wear and tear of the day finally getting to him, his voice not including even an ounce of the bravado that it normally carried. "About time. I hope they don't have anything else left, cause I can't keep this pace up much longer. Running on fumes here." He said, bracing himself against some debris.

Blackjack
2012-09-26, 01:50 PM
Southeast Border

"You know what, Topspin, I think I am too." Broadside said as his shoulders drooped and he sat down, leaning against a chunk of what used to be a building. "Maybe we are getting old. Next thing you know, Pyro, Rotorstorm and Guzzle's going to replace us as the new Wreckers or something."

He turned his head. "Hey, Sandy, you all right?"

Warcry
2012-09-29, 06:24 PM
Constructicon Hospital

"A shame," Snarl said, surprised to find that he actually meant it. "We lost Swoop and Slag. At least. I haven't seen Grimlock since the fight started, and Sludge was in really rough shape when I left him. Maybe they're gone too." He shrugged. "That's war, though. Shame it's the only thing mechs like us are good for, right Brawl?"
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"I'm not a nurse," Scrapper told Hook. "Why do you need help with a simple fuel pump transplant? I've done four of them today without any help."

Nevertheless, he did walk over to help his fellow Constructicon.
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Shuttle Gunner actually laughed at Tinker's joke, just a little bit. "I think you may have confused 'psychiatrist' with 'psychological warfare'. I assure you they are not the same thing."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Rage let Breakdown go as the Hate Plague spores withered and died on the other Decepticon's body. Standing back, he spoke again to Perceptor.

"Now me," he said, looking down disdainfully at the bright red colour that covered his entire body. "I would hate to get mistaken for Sideswipe."
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Ultra Magnus managed to hold back a sarcastic retort to Prowl's stupid question. "Of course," was all he said, but even then the annoyance was evident in his voice. "Give me a status report, Prowl."

Fireflight followed the Autobots' military commander at a distance and whispered to Blast Off, "Does he seem pissier than usual, or is it just me?"
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Southwest Border

"Yeah," Sandstorm said. "We did. Just like the old days."

With a bunch of dead comrades to show for it, he thought bitterly. Just like the old days.

"I'm fine," he told Broadside. Then he looked down at his damaged, battered body and laughed. "Well, I'm no more of a mess than I was before the fight, anyway. You?"
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The Lunatic Fringe

Slugslinger picked the shell that Misfire wasn't shooting at and started to pound it with automatic weaponsfire. Triggerhappy looked between his comrades, then shrugged and decided to help out Slugslinger with his target.

Scary that Misfire is the competent one, now... he thought fleetingly, before opening fire.

The shells staggered, but neither of them stopped advancing.
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"Impossible!" Thunderwing's fury was clearly evident as Prime spoke, and he was so clearly in the grip of it that he didn't even move when Optimus lashed out and knocked him off of his feet. If he noticed the damage on his chest, he showed no sign of it.

"You dare?" he demanded, insanity burning in his eyes. "You, who lost your own Matrix to me, have the sheer, unadulterated gall to question the one true master of all the Matrices? Your pathetic 'Primus' is dead, Optimus. Dead and gone! All that's left of him belongs to me! To Thunderwing, the new god!"

"Oh, shut up!"

Thunderwing's head snapped around and he saw Cyclonus standing behind him with a concerned-looking Spinister and Needlenose flanking him. The Decepticon was standing straight, a stern expression on his face, but it was obvious that he was still weakened by his previous injuries.

"You again? Go away, pest!"

He fired a burst of Matrix energy at Cyclonus's chest...only to see it arc away from his target into the ceiling. "What?" He fired again and again, only to watch the blast curve away from the Targetmaster and impact the floor, walls or furniture. "Impossible!"

Cyclonus laughed bitterly. "Hardly. You know nothing about the relic you carry, Thunderwing, or what it can do." Glancing over to Optimus, he said, "You're wasting your time trying to get through to him. We need to end this now, before he hurts anyone else!"

Blackjack
2012-09-30, 08:29 AM
Galaxy Shuttle

Abroad the Galaxy Shuttle, Shrapnel would make this announcement to all the Decepticons that had gathered under the fake Megatron, and then Starscream.

"To all of Megatron's Decepticons, this is Security Director Shrapnel, Shrapnel. Cease all hostile actions against the Autobots, as well as the Decepticons allied with Gigatron, Gigatron. We have all rejoined the main faction, faction. The Decepticon Civil War is over, over."

Bludgeon sent a similar message, albeit this one was directed to Gigatron personally. "Gigatron, the apparent leaders of Megatron's faction have defected. This Civil War folly is ended. Our approximate arrival time to Protihex is 1,8 Breems."
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Battlefield

Blitzwing rolled across dead bodies in his tank form, launching a mortar at a retreating group of Stormtroopers, the very last stragglers. A black-coloured jet with fire decals shot through the sky above him, transformed and grabbed hold onto an airborne Imperial, forcibly altering its course and causing it to smash onto a building in an explosion. Skyjack shot away from the explosion harmlessly, landing next to Blitzwing.

"Hey, pops, you get that message?" Skyjack asked.

Blitzwing transformed into robot mode, rifle in hand as he sent several bursts of fire at another stray Imperial. "Got it. Never cared much for the Civil War, mind you. Good thing all that business is over. We've... lost enough comrades."

"Couldn't agree more." Skyjack chuckled. "Since we're all friends now... did you know I was here on Gigatron's orders? I don't get to kill you guys, which is a good thing."

Blitzwing scowled.
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Constructicon Hospital

"Don't really think Grimlock's the type to go down that easily." Brawl told Snarl, before chuckling. "Yeah... with so many of us battle-types dead, though, I'm pretty sure we're going to need to find another career after all this is over. Thankfully I got this peacekeeping police gig going on, which isn't quite so boring or tedious as the desk job the Autobots put me on when I wore the red badge."
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"Complications. Fuel pump transplant is not a problem." Hook told Scrapper as he continued to move and reconnect the new fuel pump transplant. "Bonecrusher has massive wounds in his torso and abdomen. If you do not simultaneously reroute the energon flow, when the fuel pump transplant is complete he will pump all the energon out of his body, which would be fatal."

"Long Haul, take care of the smaller wounds on his legs. I believe those are more to your... lesser caliber." Hook said as he continued to cut and attach the complex network of wires in the fuel pump region. Shrapnel's message reached them just then, but Hook ignored it.

Long Haul, oblivious of the slight insult, happily trotted over to Bonecrusher's legs and began soldering wounds shut.
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"Bombshell moonlights as a psychiatrist. At least he fancies himself one." Tinker replied to Shuttle Gunner. "Pretty sure anyone who meets him goes out even crazier, though."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

"Hook, Shockwave, this is Moonjet. Transmitting topography scans right now." The Predator said as he flew over the land. "I see that the cure is progressing quite nicely as well. Returning to the encampment."
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"I dunno, most memories of Ultra Magnus is him trying to shoot me out of the sky." Blast Off whispered back to Fireflight. "Pretty sure he's a wee bit scarier now compared to when I was fighting him, which I'm pretty sure is not a good thing."
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Southwest Border

Broadside shrugged, which made several creaking sounds. He winced. "Eh, same old, same old, Sandstorm."

He leaned towards the building. "Oy, Skydive, where do we old war dogs go now? I'd hate to miss my last opportunity to blow up someone's head."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"We might want to take several steps back, guys." Misfire told Slugslinger and Triggerhappy as the shells continued to advance. Misfire continued to unload his ion bursts at them. It was not perfect, but he was hitting the target.

Focus. He needed to focus.

There was no more excuses now. No more Aimless, no lack of practice, the only thing that would hinder his being known as a Targetmaster would be himself... and he'd be damned if that was to happen.

Focus.

Misfire took one step backwards, then another, but continued to open fire.
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Springer watched as Thunderwing attempted to attack Optimus Prime, and then Cyclonus. Thunderwing was rambling, now, and Springer saw his old rivals Spinister and Needlenose. They had more numbers on their side now...

And Cyclonus seemed to be able to do something. Bloody Unicron-spawned rabbit-headed mook.

Good thing that Cyclonus was on their side now.

Energon levels at 18%

"Klll hmm." Springer attempted to speak. At the very least... he would stay alive, he would will himself to stay alive, to see Thunderwing die. To see the last threat to peace die.

zigzagger
2012-10-03, 11:43 PM
The Lunatic Fringe

Optimus Prime stared firmly back at Cyclonus.

Though he was uncertain if the Decepticon's intentions were true, intuition once again won out. Cyclonus was clearly not the same mechanoid he was stellar cycles ago, a difference that went beyond the obvious physical changes.

In spite of Thunderwing's corrupting influence, this Matrix doesn't wish him to be harmed...? Could it be reaching out to him?

Such questions would have to remain unexplored for the time being. The Matrix-bearer was peripherally aware that Springer was still ensnared by the Pretender's force cage. This conflict needed to end -- and soon.

Prime nodded back at Cyclonus.

"Primus may be gone, Thunderwing, but he created the Matrices to save our race." The Autobot Leader darted for the floored Liege Centuro. "The power you have coveted would sooner consume you, than allow you to destroy us."

---

Near 'Nondescript Building', The Lunatic Fringe

"Containment has gone according to plan," said Prowl. "The perimeter still holds and the Imperial landing zone has been neutralized. Reports are much the same throughout the city-state," he told Ultra Magnus, "enemy numbers have diminished significantly, and those that have not perished, have defected --

"Autobot casualties, meanwhile, have been minimal," he added. If the General was proud of this fact, it was not at all apparent in his tone. "I am not prepared to draw any forgone conclusions, but the battle has clearly shifted in our favor. Furthermore -- Perceptor was able to determine Thunderwing's whereabouts to an abandoned commercial building in the Lunatic Fringe, where I and a response unit are currently positioned."

Prowl frowned. "Unfortunately, despite my insistence, Optimus Prime has chosen engage Thunderwing alone. We are not to interfere."

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Hoist's Shuttle

"Don't you worry, Searchlight," Hoist said consolingly. "I'll make sure he makes it back to Iacon. After all, he's already on a shuttle." The Autobot mechanic gestured to the room around them.

---

Shockwave disconnected an empty stasis pod from it's port and hefted it over his shoulder.

He was undisturbed by the terminal and deceased occupying the neighboring capsules as he continued down the aisle to the next.

The former-Decepticon glanced over his shoulder at Windcharger, incapable of noticing the tension and resentment that he was inadvertently causing. "Take what you are able to the encampment," Shockwave told him. "I shall join you momentarily."

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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Perceptor grinned. "It would be my pleasure."

He then repositioned his rifle, bringing the crosshairs over Rage. "Apologies in advance," the science officer politely warned, "but this might sting a little."

He squeezed the trigger and launched another dart - containing Hook's antivirus - at the waiting Decepticon.

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Southwest Border

Guzzle and Leadfoot looked on as Ambulon and others collected their wounded - and, regretfully, their dead.

"Rrr, damn it," the Sparkabot grumbled, espying the MARBS carrying off Skram and Volt back to the Aesculapius.

He darted his optics over to the upper-torso remains of Shock-Wave, cleft from its lower half by the now-offline Omega Sentinel 02.

"Fraggin' piece of Imperial junk!"

Abruptly, Guzzle roared, leapt into tank mode, and launched an explosive charge at the Imperial titan's carcass.

Shock-Wave was engulfed in a ball of flame. For all the good it did. Though it no longer posed a threat to anyone now, the giant's armor absorbed the blunt of the smaller Autobot's attack.

"Feel any better?" asked Leadfoot

Guzzle shifted back into mechanoid form. "Eh, not really," he replied with a shrug. "But it helps. Gotta take it out on somethin'."

Warcry
2012-10-04, 04:40 AM
Constructicon Hospital

Snarl shook his head. "None of that for me," he said. "If any of the other Dinobots are still kicking, we'll find something else to fight for. If not...dunno."

He thought about what Brawl had to say for a few seconds, then opened a comm channel. "Dinobots, any of you still out there?"

"Me Sludge alive," came the quick response. "But not sure where me am. Crush leave Sludge at apartment to nap, but Sludge no want to nap!"

"Then just follow my signal," Snarl said with a grin. "What about the rest of you? Grimlock? Crush? Little buddy Grimstone?" He sighed. "Tyrannotron? Any of you still kicking?"
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Scrapper shrugged. "A real doctor could do the job on his own," he said, enjoying the chance to harass the irritable Hook, "but if you need my help then who am I to say no?"

He grabbed a tray of tools and carried them over to where Bonecrusher was sitting, then quickly got to work.
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Shuttle Gunner made a sound that might have been a laugh. "Given Bombshell's reputation," he told Tinker, "and the fact that I know well enough what he is in spite of never meeting him, anyone foolish enough to submit to his care probably deserves what they got."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Rage scratched his side lightly where Perceptor's dart hit, but he didn't really feel any different. A quick glance down confirmed that he wasn't glowing red anymore, though.

"And I'm sure you take no enjoyment shooting at Decepticons," he said with his usual nastiness. "Well, whatever. That moron Breakdown passed out, so I'm going to drag his useless hulk to the nearest medical station so that they can revive him and I can beat him back into unconsciousness for being so worthless. Get your Aerialbots to take whatever's left of my dumbass Stormtroopers there too."

With that, the Decepticon trooper grabbed Breakdown by the foot and started dragging him across the ground.

When Shrapnel called in, he openly laughed at the bug who'd been saddled with the terrible job that Rage had never wanted. "You're an idiot," he said plainly. "None of us have been fighting our allies at all, all day. Other than maybe Starscream, because he's an even bigger idiot than you are and can't help himself."
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"A wise choice," Ultra Magnus said, not sure if he was actually agreeing or just saying it to wind up Prowl. "Right now you're doing more good containing collateral damage that you would be as an extra gun shooting at Thunderwing. Besides which...I haven't seen Starscream, Cyclonus or Gigatron anywhere so I think it's safe to assume that Prime is nowhere near 'alone' in there."

Trying unsuccessfully not to worry about Prime for now, he asked, "Where can I do the most good?"
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"Yeah," Fireflight said, agreeing with Blast Off. "Um...do you think maybe they didn't get all the Hate Plague out of him? I mean, he's really big and all..."
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Battlefield

Skydive transformed to robot mode, landing atop a tall (and mostly undamaged) building to survey the battlefield. But there was very little to survey -- the battle, such as it was, was over.

"There's nothing left to blow up," he told Broadside. "You and your Wreckers should find a defensible position and dig in, just in case the Imperials make another push. But just between you and me, I think we're done here."
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Ramjet frowned when Shrapnel's orders came through. "Who died 'n' made you boss, little buggy? It'll make me really happy if you say 'Starscream'."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"Or, you know, we could do this instead," Triggerhappy said to Misfire. Dropping Blowpipe to the ground, the Targetmaster jumped forward, tackling the first of the Thunderwing shells at the knees. The unoccupied Pretender let out a bark of pain as his joints buckled in the reverse of the direction they were designed to bend, and the two of them bowled over the second shell as they went down. Both Thunderwings were stunned enough by Misfire's shots that they didn't immediately rip him to pieces, either, which was a bonus.

"Crazy bastard," Slugslinger muttered, "jumping forward when Misfire is shooting is just asking for trouble."

If he'd noticed that Misfire was actually competent now, he didn't let on.
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"No!" Thunderwing roared defiantly. Although he succeeded in narrowly scrambling away from Optimus Prime's grasp, Cyclonus wasn't sure whether or not he'd even seen the Autobot leader. Thunderwing's eyes were burning with the light of a fanatic whose faith had been shattered, and all his burning hatred was directed at a single target: Cyclonus himself. "It's a trick! A sham! The Matrix chose me, Cyclonus! Me and no other!"

"You forget who you're talking to," Cyclonus told Thunderwing scornfully. "I was there when you took the Matrix, Thunderwing. You're nothing but a blackmailer and a petty thief who takes what doesn't belong to him because he can't bear the thought that he's not special." His optics narrowed. "So tell me...how does it feel to be a common criminal?"

"You dare!" Thunderwing shot to his feet. "I am Lord High Commander Thunderwing! The last member of the old peerage! The last true noble on this benighted world! The power of the Matrix -- of all the Matrices -- rightly belongs to me! I am anything but common!"

The Pretender threw a wild punch at Cyclonus's head, which the Targetmaster easily ducked. Another punch was quickly incoming, but Cyclonus blocked this one by hooking Thunderwing's right forearm with his own. Then he let his momentum carry him around until his back was pressed up against Thunderwing's chest -- at which point he drove his elbow into Thunderwing's face. The blow landed with a sickening crunch as the shell's head caved in, and Cyclonus let the dead weight of the broken shell collapse to the ground.

"It's over, Thunderwing. Your shells are broken. Your troops are dead. The Matrix has stopped protecting you. You've lost." He took a few steps toward where his oxidizing laser had dropped, retrieved it and aimed it at the fallen tyrant. For a moment he lamented the fact that he'd left Nightstick behind, but he shook that thought away. The Imperial survivors had needed his protection, as symbolic as it had been, and he needed them if he was ever going to patch the rift that separated the lost offshoot of a race from their older brethren.

But one thing at a time...

This can go one of two ways, Thunderwing," Cyclonus said, firmly but not cruelly. "You can either crawl out of your shell and return to me what's mine or Prime and I can kill you and take it from your corpse."

"...n...n...Never!"

Thunderwing's shell opened alright, but when it did the traitor lunged forward, darting between the lanky Cyclonus's legs and firing his laser blaster at the back of the Decepticon's knee. Then he bolted for the nearest exit.

Cyclonus dropped to one knee, wincing. "Prime..."
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Galaxy Shuttle

"I wouldn't dream of it," Treadshot told Hooligan, his voice dripping with scorn.
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Phaser just grumbled, but Blast Master gave Blackjack a smile. "As long as we're not enemies again next week," he said, "no hard feelings."
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"I didn't even realize we were at war for the first decade or two," Wildfly told Blackjack cheerfully. Then he asked Slog, "What are you talking about? Them guys are tiny. No way we'd fit inside them."

The small Pretender was obviously blithely unaware of how mass-shifting worked.
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"What?" Kickback scowled. "All my stuff was there! Dammit!"

He shook his head in disgust.

"That's probably a good idea. Shame we waited until everything we were fighting over was a smoking ruin."
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Decepticon Space Station

Ravage responded to Shrapnel in a low, rasping hiss.

"No," he said bluntly. "Megatron and Soundwave are dead. I have no reason to join or rejoin anything. Since the Megatron imposter shot our bureaucrat's head off, consider this me filing my retirement papers."

Buzzsaw crowed, "He's been like this all day. But I've got an entire space station full of Decepticons and Imperials who would be more than happy to see the day end without anyone else getting shot. You think we can trust them?"

zigzagger
2012-10-05, 04:38 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

As Thunderwing bolted for the exit, Optimus flashed his gaze over to his Apex armor, left surprisingly unscathed on the floor since the Autobot Leader was forced to eject from it.

Though Starscream's null ray had scrambled its systems earlier, enough time had transpired for its systems to reboot.

With a flicker of Optimus' optics, the suit climbed to its feet and shifted into trailer mode.

"Go!"

The armor's thrusters flared and, in a burst, the trailer jumped across the lobby floor, rocketing headlong for the fleeing Thunderwing.

---

Near 'Nondescript Building', The Lunatic Fringe

"You are free to seek out any remaining enemy outposts, if you are feeling up to the task," said Prowl. "Or, if it is your preference, you may join me here. Your--" The General paused while he mulled over his next choice of words. "Grim and soldierly presence would no doubt motivate this indolent lot under my command." He shot a glare toward Dogfight.

The blue Triggerbot jumped up, bewildered. "What? What did I do?!"

Prowl shook his head. "They will happily receive you," he told Ultra Magnus.

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Outside of Hoist's Shuttle, Constructicon Field Hospital

(OOC: I've been waiting awhile to post this.)

As more and more battle-weary soldiers arrived at the Constructicon's field hospital, Cerebros, likewise, found a place alongside Hoist's shuttle to conduct repairs on his larger half, Fortress Maximus.

From the encampment, the sounds of the far-off conflict had died down, indicating that the day may soon be won. One should hope, Cerebros pondered.

At very least, he was entitled to a moment of respite. Perhaps this time it would last. Despite all odds, the Headmaster had persevered, though he had clearly been put through the wringer; from the hordes of Imperials and Thunderwing copies, to the titan Darkfleet.

Though, the loss of fellow crewmates and the citizens he had sworn to protect hung heavy over him, Cerebros took small comfort in knowing that Ratchet and Cog had kept the survivors safe.

While Fortress Maximus sat, the Steelhaven Captain mended one of the many bullet wounds riddling his transtector's back with a laser scalpel he borrowed from Hoist's work station.

"Cog," Cerebros said over his comlink. "How go things?"

"Well enough," replied Cog. "We're readying the old base for the refugees. All is clear -- though, we did happen upon...something during our inspection. Honestly, we're all a bit perplexed by it."

"That being?"

"A few things, actually," he continued. "Apparently Springer, at some point, set up a security system. But, not to worry," Cog assured the Captain, "I have managed to gain full access with the help of Brainstorm."

Cerebros lowered his laser scalpel. "I know nothing of this. What else?"

"The base was also fully stocked with various supplies. Energon rations, weaponry, stasis pods, among other things--

"And a Dark Guardian," the drone added. "Left over from the Quintesson invasion, I suspect. It's inert, of course."

The Steelhaven Captain raised his brow. "A Dark Guardian?" Amusement was in his voice.

"Yes."

"That's...very odd. Have you any idea what Springer was planning to do with -- well, any of that?"

"Not a clue," answered Cog. "Ratchet is going to have look at the Omega Sentinel, though, and decide from there what to do with it. Any suggestions?"

"We might find a use for it, but, for now do not reactivate it," Cerebros told the communications officer. "When we're done here, I'll speak with Springer myself, assuming I can get in touch with him -- What of the refugees?"

"The people are understandably rattled, but Groove is speaking with them now...."

----

Steelhaven - Underground Base, Manganese Mountains

At Groove's request, the refugees had gathered in the Steelhaven's reception hall.

The people needed reassurance. Their homes and lives had been devastated by the Imperial invaders; it would be a long road to healing. As the duly appointed Governor of Protihex, it was Groove's duty to guide his people during this most difficult time.

Luckily, he didn't have to do it alone; Ratchet and the crew of the Steelhaven were behind the young leader.

At the back of the reception hall, Groove stood at the edge of a raised platform facing the large assembly. All optics were on the former-Protectobot.

Ratchet, meanwhile, stood several paces behind the Governor, his arms crossed as he listened in.

"....No matter where we are, we are still Protihexians," said Groove. "We built Protihex together, through common ideals and our indomitable spirit. We carry that with us..."

"I promise you that we will return, but until that time, I offer you safe haven, here in the Manganese Mountains. There is enough room and supplies to go around, I assure you. Also, there will be an onsite hospital, living quarters, plenty of space to set up shop..."

"Did we mention that there will also be a bar?" Ratchet chimed in.

The crowd chuckled lightly in response.

"I know this will never replace what we have lost and I can't force you to make this decision," the Governor continued, "but I will do everything in my power to get you through this. I promise."

--

The crowd did not applaud once the former-Protectobot had finished, but instead promptly began to chatter among themselves. Not the desired response, but perfectly understandable.

Groove turned away and looked wearily over to Ratchet. "Well?" he asked. "How was that?"

"Not too shabby," said Ratchet. "Tactful, sensitive to their needs and feelings -- I think most of them will go along with it. We should probably start setting up a schedule for tours. I think it'll be easier to sell them on the idea once they've seen the base."

"Good idea." The Protectobot sighed. "There's also additional defensive measures we need to consider. But, one thing at a time, right?"

Ratchet gently patted Groove on the back. "You're doing fine," he consoled the Governor. "It's going to be okay. Really."

---

Blackjack
2012-10-06, 10:36 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

“Oh, shut your hole, Sluggie, and shoot these shells.” Misfire replied as he followed Triggerhappy, charging forwards. He did not tackle the shells, however, and instead emptied round after round at the shell that Triggerhappy wasn’t holding down. At that range, hopefully he wouldn’t miss… and, well, hopefully, he would hit something critical.

Adrenaline was pumping through him. He could do this, he could do this.

He’ll make Spinister and the others proud.
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Springer watched as the fight went on. Clearly the Matrix… whatever it- they- were, had rejected Thunderwing. So Cyclonus was the Decepticons’ version of Rodimus Prime? Eh, he did seem different… carried himself differently…

Ultra Magnus always said Cyclonus was a worthy opponent if he could get himself out of Galvatron’s shadow…

Seems like it’s true.

Damn it, if the bunny-eared goon could be so good, what excuse, does he have, then, for lying here broken and bleeding to death?

Energon levels at 16%

Springer’s blue optics shone again, shone brighter through one exposed, dangling eyeball and his other eye, the one still covered with the protective glass, albeit cracked.

Prime… Cyclonus… kill Thunderwing. Please.

Cyclonus had the upper hand, Thunderwing was flipping out… but he escaped. “NO!” Springer managed to blurt out, but thankfully Optimus was already on the case, shooting outwards, chasing Thunderwing.

Oh, this never ends. He needed a medic. Not to stop himself from dying, but to get himself back in the fight…
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Battlefield

Stranglehold turned to face Octopunch. “Well, now what do we do? Who do we shoot? Look, look, there is Thundercracker. He’s Megatron’s buddy. We shoot him, right?”

Stranglehold pointed at the blue Seeker flying alone, taking out some remaining Imperial forces some distance away from them.
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Southwest Border

Sitting on a chunk of rubble, absent-mindedly twirling his greatsword with the blade pointed towards the ground, Drift watched as Guzzle fired off a round out of frustration at the corpse of the dead titan. He shook his head. He would comfort the other Autobot, but he feared it would sound hollow, or, worse, sound like he was rubbing salt onto the wound.

After all, had he not killed some of Guzzle’s comrades in the past as well?

Had he not killed comrades of the other Autobots here?

No, he will not make a scene out of it, but neither could he forget the fact that his hands are, in fact, stained with blood. Autobot, Decepticon, Quintesson, Imperial… Drift watched the dead Autobots carted away, the dead Imperial trampled underfoot… and shook his head. Wherever he went, there was death. No, wherever the Transformers went, there was death. Was that the fate that would befell their entire race?
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“In case the Imperials… don’t know about you, Skydive, but I don’t see any Imperials around.” Broadside pulled out his gun and fired a shot angled towards the back without even looking. An Imperial sniper dropped from on top of a rubble piece. “Other than these stragglers, anyway. Yeah, you’ve got a point. Wreckers, you heard the air boss. Split up, take down the remaining stragglers.”
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Hoist's Shuttle

“Yeah. Thanks, Hoist.” Searchlight replied mutely, watching Freeway’s body forlornly. “Did… did any of the other Throttlebots…” Searchlight’s voice trailed off, but it was clear what his question was.
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Windcharger did not show any annoyance at Shockwave’s lack of reaction to his tone. Better for them to work silently and curtly...

After all, the bloody talking calculator wasn’t that much more alive than a Metrodrone.

Windcharger raised his hands, and both his eyes and hands glowed purple as he extended his magnetic powers towards the stasis pod Shockwave has disconnected, and it began to levitate out of the room. “Fine.” With the stasis pod in tow, Windcharger walked out of the office, and gave Hoist and Searchlight a wave. “Be back soon. Hopefully.”
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Constructicon Hospital

Brawl jerked a thumb towards the outside of the hospital. “Grimstone joined up with us a couple weeks back. He’s still alive. Road Hugger took him alongside the other battle-ready guys to take out the remaining Imperials and getting the wounded here.”

“I’m here, Snarl.” Grimstone’s voice came through the commlink. “Killing Imps. How you doing? How’re the others doing?”
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“Eh, we’ve been buddying up with Gig’s medics for, like, two days now. You think we’re that stupid, bugboy?” Mixmaster replied to Shrapnel as he continued to mix chemicals flamboyantly, as if he was at a bar making cocktails. “We hate the Imps more than we hate Gig’s bunch.”
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“A real doctor would realize when an additional set of hands is necessary for the success of an operation, and I am afraid Long Haul’s is insufficient.” Hook replied to Scrapper.

“Hey!” Long Haul said in protest. “Keep the insult lobbing session between the two of you!”

Hook let out a noise that was halfway between a grunt and a chuckle as he continued to work on Bonecrusher’s core systems. “Transformation Cog’s mercifully intact.” Hook muttered to himself, as he often did when doing an operation. “Fuel Pump transplant underway. Spark casing slightly dented. Next on priority. Long Haul, get me a replacement from one of the Combaticon xeroxes. Parts of the nervous systems are fried as well.”

Hook smiled. Morbid as it was, he loved a challenge.
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Tinker shrugged, “You don’t know how it was when the Decepticons were short-staffed. Megatron sent anyone with the slightest mental problem to Bombshell or Venom, and, really, it’s a good thing any of them came out capable of coherent speech at all.”

The Seeker sighed as he came across the bodies of the Kaonite Seekers. One was melted, the other had been blown up… Tinker shook his head and began cutting up the salvageable parts.

Moonjet and Darkjet returned from their patrol, transforming and landing and approaching Tinker and Shuttle Gunner. “Moonjet, is it? That replacement arm doesn’t suit you. I’ll replace it with a Seeker arm, like, right now.”
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

“Maybe.” Blast Off replied. “And he’s got two components as well. I’d shoot another dart onto him but I don’t have any.”
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Galaxy Shuttle

“Then be happy, Ramjet, Ramjet.” Shrapnel replied to the Conehead. “Starscream died.”

The Insecticon straight-up ignored Rage’s rude reply, but received affirmatives from Buzzsaw, Mixmaster, Blitzwing, Thundercracker and several others as well. He looked up at Bludgeon, who gave him an approving nod. “I believe we can trust them, Buzzsaw, Buzzsaw. Gigatron and Bludgeon run the show here, and I think they won’t stoop to such trickery, not when they would prefer us to rejoin the fold, fold. If you’d hitch a ride in one of the shuttles coming here, here…”

Shrapnel scowled at Ravage. “Suit yourself, then, then.”

The Insecticon glanced at Kickback and sighed. “Shame we waited until so many died until we stopped fighting, fighting.”

The implication of Bombshell’s death being on their – or, rather, Kickback’s – hands was quite clear in Shrapnel’s intonation.
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“Yeah, of course! Damn right you wouldn’t, Treadshot! We’re too good for you to push around!” Space Case said, not aware of how stupid he sounded.

Hooligan shook his head. Of course, there were times when Space Case’s idiocy was too much for him to handle… he wished Skyjack was around. Skyjack would win the argument with Treadshot. No, wait, Skyjack would tell both of them to shut up. Hooligan snorted. Killjoy.
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Blackjack shrugged at Blast Master. “Not next week, probably. Hell, probably not in this lifetime. What’s there to fight over now?”

Blackjack looked up at Wildfly and shook his head. “I mean, really? I was built into the war, but I didn’t realize the prop posters and information videos didn’t tell you about the war. Or did they come into existence after you?”

Slog shook his head. “Aware, are you, that increase in size we do, when we combine into Monstructor? Here, apply, same principle. Scowl, Birdbrain, assist me in explaining this to Wildfly.”

optimusskids
2012-10-09, 06:33 AM
Galaxy Shuttle

Scowl wave dhis hands about.

"It's quite simple the plasticity of energon 17 molecules permits the expansion and contraction of our component parts. We then have a MASS SHIFT SYNCHRONISATION GOVERNOR that ensurses that ALL OUR PARTS shift at the same rate."

Blackjack
2012-10-09, 01:16 PM
Galaxy Shuttle

"Great explanation, Scowl provided. Granted, over your head all these words do fly." Slog sighed. "Wasted on you, Wildfly, scientific explanations are. Grow and shrink, these Micromasters are able to."

Slog turned to Scowl, and shook his head, "The reason our team had Wildfly included, remind me."

Warcry
2012-10-10, 06:04 AM
Constructicon Hospital

"I'm glad you're still kicking, kid." In spite of himself, Snarl smiled when he heard Grimstone's voice. "Slag's dead. Swoop's dead. No one seems to know what's happened to Grimlock. Sludge and I are okay. Not sure about the rest of you second-stringers...Striker, Triceradon, Hacksaw, Crush or the rest. You seen 'em?"
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"Long Haul is a perfectly viable assistant," Scrapper told Hook. "Or at least he is when he's working with a surgeon who's capable of giving direction to someone without starting a fight."

Scrapper worked for another minute or two, then stepped back. "His fuel lines are repaired," he said, as if the work he'd done in such a short amount of time was perfectly normal.
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Shuttle Gunner frowned. "This Megatron sounds like a poor leader," he said at last to Tinker. "I'm glad I never met him."
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"Very well," Ultra Magnus responded to Prowl. "I'll drop off Jackpot at the medical facility, then head over to meet you."

Coming to a stop outside the Constructicons' facility (he could tell it was theirs because somehow they'd had the time to paint it green and purple), Magnus carried Jackpot inside in his arms, looking around for a medic or orderly to hand him off to.
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"I don't either," Fireflight told Blast Off as he set Target Hawk down outside the hospital. "I'm sure he's fine, though. I mean, he's all shiny and white now, not a spot of red to be seen anywhere."
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Battlefield

"Yeah, I get that," Skydive told Broadside. "But I'm not going to take things for granted. You never know what the enemy has up his sleeve, so until Thunderwing is either dead or captured we're not letting our guard down."
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"Huh," Ramjet said thoughtfully. "I'm not sure how I feel 'bout that. I mean, yay, obviously. Always sorta wanted to wax the idiot myself, though."
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"What? No!" Octopunch locked down their ship's controls before heading outside. "Shoot people with yellow badg--" The Pretender sighed. "You know what? Forget that. Don't shoot anything unless I tell you to or I shoot it first, okay?"

His Pretender shell phased in, trident in hand, and he walked out onto the battlefield with Stranglehold presumably in tow. He was surprised, however, not to see anything in need of shooting.

"Dammit, those fraggers went out and won the battle without us!"
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"Right," Sandstorm said. "No rest for the weary, right?"

He climbed out of the ruined apartment he'd landed in, sandblaster in hand and looking for Imperials.
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The Lunatic Fringe

"What the bloody hell?" Thunderwing was caught completely unawares as Prime's Apex Armour slammed into his side, and the would-be overlord was sent flying into the crushed remains of a desk. He lay there for a moment, dazed and unseeing.

Cyclonus, meanwhile, pushed himself up to his feet using his good knee and started to walk slowly toward the fallen Transformer.

"Enough of this!"

He fired several quick shots from his oxidizing laser, fusing desk to floor to Transformer with a rough growth of corrosion.

"I doubt I'm thinking objectively, Optimus, but I'm having a hard time thinking of any reasons why I shouldn't simply kill him and be done with it."
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"Ow!" Triggerhappy screamed. "Slugslinger, watch where you're shooting!"

"You meant to say 'Misfire'," Slugslinger corrected him.

"Pretty sure I didn't," Triggerhappy said, prying bullets out of his armour as he got off the ground.

The Targetmaster armed himself again and took aim...but the shells had stopped moving, lying immobile on the ground as their master struggled to maintain consciousness.

"Uh...did we win?"
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The energy field holding Springer collapsed as Thunderwing's concentration was broken. Perhaps surprisingly, the Wrecker would find his old Mayhem Attack Squad foe Spinister rushing to his side.

"Foolish Autobot," Spinister hissed. "Unless you want to die, you need to go into stasis lock!"
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Galaxy Shuttle

"Whatever," Treadshot said, walking away from the Cyberjets. "I'm sure have something better to do."
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"What's there ever been to fight over?" Blast Master asked Blackjack. "Someone's always found an excuse before."
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Wildfly gave Blackjack a funny look. "I was just happy to get the chance to hit people and not get yelled at for it. What do I care who they are?"

He just stared blankly as Slog and Scowl tried to explain mass-shifting, as if the other Decepticon was speaking a different language.

"Don't waste your breath," Birdbrain told them. "Even if you can make him understand, he'll forget all about it as soon as he sees something shiny."
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Kickback gave Shrapnel a venomous look. "If you're trying to make me feel bad, you can forget about it. Bombshell needed killing and we both know it. The only thing I regret is that I didn't do it earlier -- like the first time he betrayed us and tried to cerebro-shell an ally."
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Decepticon Space Station

Buzzsaw responded negatively to Shrapnel. "I'm afraid that's a no. I've got a station full of expat Imperials here that need watching and no one else to give the job to. We'll see you on the other side."

Blackjack
2012-10-10, 05:09 PM
Constructicon Hospital

"Oh." Grimstone's voice became stiff when Snarl informed him of Slag and Swoop's death. "Snarl, I'm... well, I... I never thought I'd see any of you five die... I'll... I'll keep an eye out for Grimlock. Thought Striker and Crush was with you guys? I saw Crush when we were all hands down against the big Thunderwings... I was... I was pretty sure I last saw Rapticon and Dinotron get caught up by the Hate Plague, though..."
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Long Haul beamed. A compliment, no matter how backhanded it was, was a compliment nonetheless. Considering the present company, any sort of half-handed compliment was something quite big for the normally surly Constructicon. Encouraged by Scrapper's praise, he continued quickly in soldering the open wounds on Bonecrusher's hands.

Hook shrugged, "I do not start fights, Scrapper. Those are Bonecrusher's specialty. I heal people and inform lesser intellectuals of their pitiful errors." Hook tossed Bonecrusher's now-disconnected fuel pump away, and as the new fuel pump began to do its job, Energon flowed through the pipes Scrapper had just reconnected. "A tie, it seems. Of course, you were doing the easier part."

Hook poked around, and uncovered the spark casing. "Scrapper, the spark casing require the expertise of a proper surgeon. You can remove all the debris from Bonecrusher's chest. Long Haul... hand us parts. Talented as we are, we only have two hands each."

Hook then set to work, moving with unerring speed as he unscrewed the pegs holding the damaged spark case together.
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Tinker chuckled. "He did bring us all together... but deep down, he was a fighter. A warlord. Not much of a leader. Really, Shockwave made a better leader than he was. Everybody else did... well, except Galvatron, that is. Guy's an insane maniac. The only reason he was leader at all is that his cannon can turn people into dust and no one dared challenge him. The rest, though... Scorponok, Ratbat, Gigatron, Bludgeon... hell, even sick ol' Thunderwing during his tenure as leader, they were all far superior than old Megatron was in the old days."

Tinker turned as Ultra Magnus carried the prone Jackpot into the hospital. Mixmaster looked up from his work, saw Magnus, and looked down again, busying himself with the cure. Tinker, however, was more civil. "Here, Ultra Magnus, allow me. Doctor Hook, Doctor Scrapper, I'll stabilize this Autobot now, shall I?"

Steamhammer hopped down from the crate he was sitting on and joined Tinker. The wounded Combaticon walked up to Ultra Magnus, and gently took Jackpot and laid him on a gurney. Tinker began to work, hooking Jackpot to an Energon IV drip and began to perform standard stabilizing procedures.
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"Shuttle Gunner!" Darkjet called from the corner where he was leaning against the wall with Moonjet, who was sporting a brand-new Seeker arm courtesy of Tinker. "Shuttle Gunner, your friend is here now."
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Battlefield

"True." Broadside replied Skydive as he clicked in a fresh clip into his plasma rifle, and began to walk purposefully (albeit lurching a little) towards the perimeter. "How're you holding up, air boss?"

Drift mimicked the Wreckers, getting up, holding his Greatsword in a defensive position and began to stalk the battlefield.
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Thundercracker sighed as he flew through the air. He had left Ramjet and the others when they began to engage the enemy snubfighters. Thundercracker had chosen to take on more worthy opponents, and had flown alongside the Autobots to battle the massive titans that transformed out of transport ships.

They were able to fly, and had been worthy opponents... but they were down, and Thundercracker was bored.

Why all this war, after all? Megatron was dead, the Decepticon cause was dead...

Thundercracker wondered why he still wore the Decepticon badge at all. He supposed after four million years of being part of the gang who ruled the skies, he felt a sense of loyalty, even after Megatron's dead.

Although probably the only reason he was still around was that two of the few people he could call his friends -- Ramjet and Thrust -- were still around. Of course, Dirge was with the Autobots, and Skywarp's kind of dead... Thundercracker sighed. He missed the olden days.

He was flying now, at least, not shooting off any sonic booms or the like. The battle was as good as won. The Autobots weren't fighting with them. Shrapnel had somehow made peace with Gigatron's group, so they're all one big happy family. All they had to do was to take out the big gonzo...

He felt a target lock on him, and instinctively Thundercracker banked in a crazy practiced maneuver to avoid it, before swinging around... and seeing that the shuttle had powered down, and its two inhabitants -- Octopunch and Stranglehold -- were friendlies.

Mayhems, too.

"Arrived a little late, guys." Thundercracker said as he banked in low and transformed into robot mode, landing next to them. "Not much to shoot right now."

"Why not?" Stranglehold asked, voice a little hurt as he trailed Octopunch, dwarfed now that he didn't have a shell. "He's one of Megatron's guys or something, right?"
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The Lunatic Fringe

"The one that grazed your right leg was one of mine, sorry." Misfire told Triggerhappy. "The T-Wing shell has thick armour and it kind of ricocheted away." Misfire frowned as the Thunderwing shells stopped moving.

"Heh. What did you know- we beat Thunderwing!" Misfire pumped his fist into the air, and then aimed his ion rifle at one of the prone Thunderwings' head, resting the barrel against Thunderwing's head crest. "Better be safe than sorry, though. For all we know he could be playing possum."

Misfire pulled the trigger, and again, and again, and again.
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"Spnisssster." Springer half-coughed, half-chuckled. His optics focused on the godawful gaudy colours of his old rival, as he scrabbled for footing -- a moot cause, considering that he seemed to have lost all sensation from the waist down. He did manage to gurgle out a, "Did wwww wwwiinnn?"
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Galaxy Shuttle

"Yeah, you just wait! I'll stuff your gun with cotton candy!" Hooligan yelled.

"How are you going to get cotton candy in Cybertron?" Space Case asked.

"Don't argue with my logic when I'm taunting the other guy!"
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Take-Off, not wanting to be associated with the two Cyberjet idiots, hurriedly walked off alongside Treadshot. "How did those two lugnuts even survive?" The young Decepticon asked.
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Blackjack shrugged at Blast Master. "Megatron, Starscream, Thunderwing... they want conquest for the sake of conquest. Peace through tyranny and all that... except we already had peace, albeit an uncomfortable one, before all of this... shadow wars and detentes. We all suffer, and we're all forced to throw in our cards with the highest bidder, who are the only ones who want the war..." Blackjack shrugged and waved a hand at Wildfly, "Well, and people like him, anyway."

Slog chuckled at Birdbrain. "Test that theory, shall I?" Slog pointed at Space Case's back. "Wildfly, observe, a giant flaming bird deco, Space Case has, tattooed on his back, atop the checker pattern."
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"Do what you must, then, Buzzsaw, Buzzsaw. If you need any help, I think I can convince Bludgeon to spare the Cyberjets or someone, someone." Shrapnel told Buzzsaw, before snapping back to regard Kickback.

"Treacherous or not, Bombshell was our- well, my- friend, friend. A fellow Insecticon. You may consider friend and tool as the same word, and maybe Bombshell's death saved us, maybe he was going to betray us... but you- no, we- killed him all the same, same." Shrapnel replied to Kickback, voice rather calm instead of his usual screeching, screaming accent. "Frankly I don't think our team meant anything to you at all, ever, ever."

Warcry
2012-10-14, 06:47 AM
Constructicon Hospital

"Thanks, kid," Snarl told Grimstone. A sour expression on his face, he said, "Crush was with us, but he went off on his own after he dropped Sludge off at a safe spot to recover. I think Striker might be with Grimlock, wherever that is."

He didn't particularly care about Rapticon or Dinotron, since he'd never even met their particular band of Dinobot-wannabes. There'd always been something about that jerk T-Wrecks that he hadn't liked, though, so he just assumed the whole lot was scum.

At about that moment, Sludge staggered in. Snarl saw him and grinned. "Well, Grimlock'd better be alive," he said both to Sludge and Grimstone. "Can you imagine how much fun things would be with me in charge?"

"Me Sludge no like that idea."

"Exactly."
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"See, that thing you just said? That's you trying to start a fight." Scrapper scowled at Hook. "I'm not Scavenger, and I understand how your mind works. Don't think you can lie to me."

Shrugging, he said, "Well, I would clean out the area...except that I already did so and you were too busy being smug and superior to notice. Get on with it."
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Shuttle Gunner listened to what Tinker had to say with a serious expression on his face, as if he was listening to the pure, unadulterated truth. He quickly turned away, though, when Darkjet pointed out the arrival of Target Hawk.

"Oh. Him." He shrugged fractionally, watching as the other member of Battle Gaia was moved onto a gurney. "We are not friends. Target Hawk has no friends. I suspect he is entirely unfamiliar with the concept. But I'm glad he survived, regardless."
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Ultra Magnus watched for a few moments, visibly scrutinizing the Decepticon medics' handling of his soldier just to make it clear that he'd remember them if anything happened to Jackpot. Then he transformed and left the hospital, heading for Prowl's location.
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Battlefield

"That's an odd question," Skydive told Broadside. "I'm in my element, devising strategy and tactics and watching them crush our enemies. And on top of that, none of my Aerialbots are even injured. Why would I be anything but fine?"
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Ramjet saw Thundercracker flying nearby and accelerated toward the other Seeker, glad to see he'd survived.

"Yo!" he shouted. "Glad to see you still on the wing."

He scanned the area around them, then said, "You, uh, see Dirge around here anywhere? I was kinda hopin' ta run inta him, especially since you completely fragged up our plan to kidn-er-rescue him from the Autobots."
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"Just trust me," Octopunch told Stranglehold impatiently. "The last thing we need is you starting another war. I learned the hard way that shooting the wrong thing can have real bad consequences."

To Thundercracker he said, "Yeah, sorry about that. We were a bit busy blowing up the Warworld. You know how it is."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"Yeah, but the fourteen others were Sluggy's," Triggerhappy assured Misfire, "so don't feel bad about it."

"Oh, what, you're the brainy one now too?" Slugslinger bristled at being told what to do by Misfire of all people, but since the other Transformer was actually suggesting a reasonable course of action he couldn't object. Plus, he liked shooting stuff. Especially stuff that didn't shoot back.
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Spinister cocked his head to one side and gave Springer a disbelieving look. "What kind of question is that? There are Wreckers and Mayhems -- former ones, at any rate -- fighting side by side. Of course we won. How could you think otherwise?"

More seriously, he added, "But really. Stasis lock. Now."

"Yeah!" Needlenose piped in. "If we don't get to kill you, T-Wizzle certainly doesn't."

"Never call him that again," Spinister told his younger partner humourlessly. "You sound like an idiot."
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Galaxy Shuttle

"My gun is a cat, you moron," Treadshot told Hooligan, not bothering to turn around. "He'd eat it. Then you. But feel free to try."

He didn't even respond to Take-Off, not at all interesting in badmouthing two idiots with someone nearly as dumb as they were.
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Blast Master shrugged. "We'll see," he told Slog. "Lets just say that if we're not shooting each other this time next year I'll be surprised. Happy, but surprised."
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"What? I ain't playing 'I spy' with you, Slog," Wildfly said to the other Monster. "Even though I can, unlike Blindbrain over there. Big flame bird paintjob. So what?"

"Seriously, do you even remember what I did to you an hour ago?" Birdbrain asked, frustrated.
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"What team?" Kickback asked Shrapnel, his tone completely serious. "Bombshell was constantly plotting to enslave us, you ran off to stare at monitors and order security drones around and I wound up working counterintel blowing the whistle on people like us the first chance I got. None of us ever valued 'the team' at all, other than as a way to keep Megatron off of our backs."

The Insecticon turned his back, leaning against a guardrail and staring through the hangar's forcefield to the stars (and thickening atmosphere) outside.

"How does a team mean anything to you when you can't trust your 'teammates' to have your back when something goes wrong? You're right about me. Manipulating friendships is a part of my job. It makes it hard for me to have actual friends, but it also makes it really easy to see when someone who tries to call themself my friend is trying to play me. And Shrapnel, I could see from day one that neither you nor Bombshell were anything close to true friends. At least, not until recently."

He stared out at the vista for a few moments, contemplating his next words.

"You and I...we're not the same people we used to be, Shrapnel. We're responsible. Loyal. Dutiful, even. Good Decepticons. Damned if I know how it happened, but somehow we went from lashing out against the establishment to being paid to defend it. But Bombshell didn't change. He was still the same subversive little shit he always was. Ending him was in our job description, but don't act like you think it was easy for me. I wanted him to live. I rescued Bombshell, remember? He was locked up in a cell with no transformation cog and a date with a smelting pool until I drafted him to help me on an operation.

"All it took for you and I to become better Decepticons was for someone to give us a chance. I gave Bombshell that same chance and he threw it back in my face. That was his choice, not mine. He got a stay of execution and he squandered it. He knew what the consequences would be if he got up to his old tricks, but he just couldn't help himself. What happened in the end is entirely, one hundred percent his own fault."
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Decepticon Space Station

"I think we're fine," Buzzsaw told Shrapnel. "As long as there's a few grown-ups here to keep an optic on things, no one's going to get out of line. We'll need a lot of passenger space to get them off the station, though, once the fighting is over."

Blackjack
2012-10-14, 02:04 PM
Constructicon Hospital

"Hope they all survived. You still can't raise the big Grim?" Grimstone asked Snarl. "I think I see Terranotron and Airraptor bombing a couple of Imps -- okay, that's definitely them. I can hear Terranotron mouthing off about air superiority. Noisy little parrot."

(There was sounds of shouting in the background, most evident being Road Hugger yelling about collateral damage or something.)

"You? In charge? Fah!" Grimstone snorted. "How you holding up, Sludge?"

Scratching the back of his head, Brawl turned and gave the large Dinobot a half-wave. "Yo." The Combaticon said. "You need repairs? I'm sure one of the medics here can patch you up. Just stay away from Long Haul. He's scum."
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Hook shrugged, unashamed. "That's who I am, brother dear. I was constructed this way, and I cannot help it. I wasn't even trying to lie to you -- I know how your mind works, and I know you won't abandon a surgery -- particularly one with Bonecruhser's life on the line -- midway to throw a spanner at my head."

Hook tossed out the ruined spark chamber casing onto the tray Long Haul was holding. "You could have missed something. You can never be too thorough, unless-"

"Unless we are Hook. We get it." Long Haul said in a monotone tune.

"Et tu, Long Haul? I gave you permission to help out in a life-saving surgery and you gang up on me with Scrapper?" Hook sighed in a mock-wounded manner, even as he soldered the new Spark casing into place. "Oh, I am disappointed! Incidentally, I'm pretty sure the Spark's securely in place, zero point and all that..."
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The unnerving expression on Shuttle Gunner's face disturbed Tinker a little, but he was working with Jackpot, and a glowering Ultra Magnus meant that he had to keep up extra niceties. "Kid's a Nucleon addict." Tinker muttered to Steamhammer. "It helps his recovery systems but it leaves a bloody mess. Some of his systems are all locked up."
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"He's part of your team." Darkjet told Shuttle Gunner as he watched several Decepticon and Combaticons push the gurney with Target Hawk next to the other injured. "Such a hateful person needs someone to be there for him, I suppose, when he wakes up, lest he ends up becoming another Skydive."

"Or Scrash." Moonjet quipped.

"Xal forbid another Scrash is spawned into existence."
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Battlefield

"'Cause that's the answer I wanted to hear." Broadside said, smiling under his cracked faceplate. "You go, Skydive. We're at your disposal if you need us elsewhere."
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Stranglehold tilted his head. "Oh, you're talking about the time when you shot god in the face, yes?" The Pretender said, grinning. "That was a fun battle. I got to fight Jazz, and I got introduced to, uh, someone, I forgot."

Thundercracker chuckled at Octopunch. "You Mayhem Attack Squad, leave us Seeker Elite Guards something to blow up! Honestly, between you guys and the Predacons it's like nothing's left for us Seekers anymore." The Seeker turned around to see Ramjet land.

"Ramjet!" Thundercracker smiled. He saw Thrust earlier. Thundercracker had not taken Skywarp's death well, and, well, he was thankful that the few thugs he would call his friends still survived. "Dirge? Dirge... no. No. And truthfully, I didn't think the plan would work, not with Skywarp... well, dead and all."

There was a surprising amount of bitterness in Thundercracker's voice. He had found Skywarp unbearably annoying, and yet... this was the first time Skywarp had died. Not turned into Cyclonus or an Armada or whatever, but dead. And this time it wasn't a simple bisection by Grimlock. Thundercracker saw Skywarp's twisted mangled corpse, twisted mid-warp... and he knew his... friend will not be returning.

"I just hope Dirge's okay, wherever he is." Thundercracker said, sighing. When did he start to care so much?
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The Lunatic Fringe

Misfire chuckled. "Compared to you, Sluggy? Definitely." Misfire ejected the spent clip and clicked in a fresh one. "Spinster, what do we do now?" The Targetmaster called out for their commander. "We kind of broke these guys."
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"Timm Warrss"

Springer blurted out, chuckling. "Y'wereeeent therrree."

Energon Levels at 13%

"Tweezzleeee funny. R'pairrr. Have t'fiiight. Act'vtinggg stassssss" Springer chuckled, before his optics went dark, and his body went limp. Energon still leaked out of him, but not at the rate it was before... his fuel pump had stopped beating, as the systems locked down for stasis lock.

Blackjack
2012-10-14, 04:47 PM
Galaxy Shuttle

"I'll try it, thanks for the warning!" Hooligan called out, before turning to Space Case. "That Take-Off is a suck-up, isn't he?"

"Yep."

"So... do you think he's bluffing, or should I prepare some catnip or something?"
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"Indeed, I, as well. Make non-Slogism art, non-war-related art, finally I actually can, maybe." Slog told Blast Master.

Slog turned to Birdbrain, ignoring Wildfly, "Shinier object, we might need to find. A pity, on Protihex, Spinister is. Eyesore, his paintjob is. Colours used, I don't mind, very excellent usage, if not appreciated by everyone. Layout, however, irks me to no end." Slog shook his head. "Stuff him in your shell again, you should. More peaceful, my life was."

Slog turned to Wildfly and gave him a withering look. "Give aspirin a headache, you would."
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"That could be arranged, arranged. Got to go, go." Shrapnel replied to Buzzsaw, before clicking off the communicator and turning back to Kickback, and met Kickback's serious glare with one of his own.

"I had thought the three of us worked quite well on Polyhex, on Bali, as a fringe faction, as proper members of the Decepticon cause... four million years we lived together as a team, Kickback, Kickback. Tell me you never trusted me or Bombshell during that time, time?" Shrapnel shook his head. "Don't try to pin my little security detail as abandoning the team, team. I may not be as much a plotter as the two of you, but that was only because I was gang-pressed into the job by Soundwave, Soundwave... and I happen to be apparently good for it, it."

Shrapnel shook his head. "For all it's worth, despite you being you and Bombshell being Bombshell, I trust you- both of you, you. Guess I'm an idiot, idiot."

The Insecticon scooped Needler up and petted the little scarab beetle. "Bombshell saw the same manipulator in you that you saw in him, Kickback, but he stuck around nevertheless, and so did you, you. I may be denser than the two of you, but I never had it in mind to backstab either you or Bombshell, the one time he took over our mind aside, aside."

Shrapnel shook his head. "But did we really give him a chance? I saw him, he was lost while we were being good Decepticons, he found himself with Bomb-Burst and a Horrorcon, Horrorcon. We did not really gave him a chance so much as stuck a bomb in his head and told him to do as he is told, told. Do you think you won't bear any sort of resentment if the same was done to you, you? Don't you think Bombshell was entitled to a few angry rants, rants?"

"And back on the Warworld -- consciously or not -- you... no, both of us, we goaded Bombshell along, along. He was happy, playing along with us, until we needed to get out and you happened to stir up an argument, and he pointed his cannon at you, and you pressed the button, button." Shrapnel shook his head. "Bombshell was an idiot and he was wrong, but both of us are as guilty as he is in causing his death, death."

Shrapnel plopped down on a nearby crate, still petting Needler. "That's all I have to say, say. Where do we go from here, here?"
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Barrage watched Shrapnel and Kickback argue, and although he could not hear them, he could guess what they were arguing about. He was not part of their happy Insecticon family, but Barrage thought it was necessary to listen in. He was an Insecticon, after all, if from a different group... and theirs was splintered as well. Venom was around, sometimes, but wrapped up in paranoia. Chop Shop was a Combaticon now, and Xal knows if Ransack had gotten himself killed.

And who knew where Dirge, Buzzclaw, Retrax and the rest had gotten off to?

Blackjack saw the argument as well, and pretended not to notice, and instead focused his attention at Slog and Blast Master. Was the Sports Car Patrol doomed to such a fate as well? Were Road Hugger, Detour and Hyperdrive still alive? Would they blame each other for the deaths?

zigzagger
2012-10-15, 04:37 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

"The non-partisan agreement between the three factions would agree with you, Cyclonus," answered Optimus Prime.

The Autobot Leader retrieved his ion rifle, stowed away in his back compartment, and straightened it out to its full length. He readjusted its setting with a quick twist of the barrel.

"If spared, he would no doubt return." Prime glanced over at Thunderwing. "We would go through the usual motions, thousands more would be lost and, ultimately, we would arrive precisely where we are now."

The Matrix-bearer looked back to Cyclonus. "Nevertheless -- you and I both know so long as Thunderwing is in possession of his Matrix, he cannot be so easily 'killed'."

Gun in hand, he approached the Pretender, now fused between a desk and the lobby floor by the Decepticon Targetmaster's oxidizing laser.

Optimus stopped a pace from Thunderwing's side and glowered down at him. He abhorred the notion of killing a clearly humbled opponent -- it wasn't the Autobot way -- but, Prime couldn't disregard the stellar cycles of devastation that the Liege Centuro had caused. Given the chance, he would certainly return, perhaps more powerful than before.

What other choice do I have?

Optimus raised his ion rifle and held it directly above the Pretender's forehead. His finger eased down on the trigger. "The shear monotony of it all," he told Thunderwing. "This vicious circle must end."

But he did not fire.

Instead, Prime cocked his free arm back and, with great force, drove his fist down at the Imperial's chest. The Autobot Leader would prize Thunderwing of his coveted Matrix first.
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Hoist's Shuttle

Hoist stopped welding for a moment while he considered Searchlight's question. "Chase, Rollbar and Wideload, you mean?" he replied, continuing with the Throttlebot's repairs. "No, I haven't seen them. I don't even think they were stationed here in Protihex. Did they come with you?"

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Constructicon Field Hospital

Shockwave soon returned to the encampment, lugging two empty stasis pods over his shoulders.

The former-Decepticon moved his way down an aisle of patients, mindful of the Constructicons toiling about, and placed the vessels carefully down onto a unoccupied slab.

"When you are finished bickering among yourself," he then told Hook, "Your assistance..."

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Northern Border, Galaxy Shuttle

(OOC: Goes without saying since you guys are already on it, but...continued from the Crystal City thread.)

Having successfully vanquished the Imperial forces in Crystal City and laying waste to the Warworld, the Autobot and Decepticon forces on board Galaxy Shuttle arrived as victors.

Because the Gigatron-allied territory neighbored Protihex, it was a brief trek. The massive Autobot starship slowly sailed over the northern border, along with a small entourage of flightmechs.

Still keeping vigil was Prowl's perimeter guard, now distinguishable from Galaxy Shuttle's position. The smoke and ruin at Protihex's center was also plainly visible, where an ominous red haze hung overhead.

On the bridge, Decibel sat hunched over a communications terminal, looking over the array and the steadily approaching city-state on the viewscreen.

"Trion to Galaxy Shuttle," Dai Atlas' voice hailed from the console's speaker. "Please respond."

"Decibel here," the communications officer replied.

He pressed a switch at his station, then spun his seat toward the main monitor, where Dai Atlas waited.

"Nice of you to join us."

"Better late than never, I suppose," said Decibel. "Mission accomplished in Crystal City, at any rate. We're here to offer our assistance." He glanced over to the smaller monitor at his station. "I see you've set up a perimeter. What's happening in there?"

"That would be Prowl's doing," Dai Atlas told him. "Our goal has been to contain and neutralize. We've been successful so far; the tide has shifted in our favor. Imperial numbers have diminished considerably and their outposts have all but been wiped out. I'll transmit you a more detailed report to pass along."

"And the red cloud?" the communications officer inquired. "It's setting off all sorts of alerts over here."

"That would be the synthetic 'hate plague' that the Imperials dispersed over the Steelhaven's former landing site," said the Trion captain. "Protihex has effectively been quarantined - also Prowl's doing. Induced precipitation has prevented it from spreading and, from what I understand, a retrovirus has already been developed by the Decepticons, but it's a no-go zone--

"You are not to fly over the city-state center," Dai Atlas firmly added. "Those are the General's orders. Be sure to notify your commanding officer."

"I'll be sure to let him know."

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Hangar Bay

Tensions had died down in Galaxy Shuttle's lower level with the recent boarding of Megatron-allied soldiers. Bludgeon, who had assumed command of Gigatron's forces in Crystal City, had managed to calm internal dissension between the feuding Decepticon factions.

Meanwhile, the Autobots, made bystanders in their own ship, minded to their own business and milled about the hangar, loitering about or readying their shuttles for departure.

"So, uh...what's the word, boss?" Over-Run inquired, impatiently.

Sky Lynx, who at that moment was receiving Decibel's report from the bridge, shot the red Autobot a withering look. "Over-Run, please," the dinoblast chided. "I am speaking with Decibel -- Please continue."

".....is a no-go zone," said the communications officer. "Prowl's orders. We're to bank down with the perimeter guard at the northern border."

"Understood. Thank you, Decibel."

The Lieutenant Commander switched off his comlink and brought his visor down toward Bludgeon. "Splendid news, my comrade," he said. "We have arrived at our destination and all goes well for our allied forces--

"I have, however, also been informed," he added, forebodingly, "that we are not to approach the city-state center. Thunderwing, somehow, has conjured up a new strain of the Hate Plague virus."

Upon overhearing this news, many of the Autobots assembled in the hangar began to murmur among themselves...

Blackjack
2012-10-17, 02:59 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

"With me? I don't think so." Searchlight looked glum as he continued watching Freeway. "Awful lot of people came here, though. Awful lot of people died here too... Hoist, how do you people handle it? You and Windcharger and Sideswipe and everyone else... you guys have been in this game far longer than I have..."
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Constructicon Field Hospital

Windcharger followed suit behind Shockwave with a third stasis pod in tow, floating behind him like some sort of floating pet, and lowered it next to the other two Shockwave had placed on unoccupied slabs..

"We're doing some highly sensitive spark surgery here." Hook replied to Shockwave. "In a minute or two." Hook took the chunk of armour salvaged from Great Cannon and began to solder it over Bonecrusher's chest in quick, swift movements. "Scrapper, Long Haul... we have healed him. Long Haul, energize him. Use distilled energon spiked with 0,05% taxxon and 0,01% hydragium. Our team's token brute should be up and about soon."

Leaving Long Haul to do the job of reviving Bonecrusher, Hook turned to regard Shockwave and began to inspect the stasis pods, circling the slab with a scrutinizing expression on his face, as if utterly disappointed with the inferior Autobot-model stasis pods.

"I believe it will suffice, if not ideally, but this is not my area of expertise. What say you, Scrapper?" Hook said at last. "Reverse-engineering it into a biochemical agent detonator would easily be within our capabilities, certainly What concerns me is the compressed fluid system, if it would be sufficient for a decent size of area."
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Galaxy Shuttle

Bludgeon had ignored the Insecticons to their own bickering over the death of one of their own. He had no interests in such petty games. Death is death. Dishonourable vermin, the Insecticons are, and death they deserved...

He was, instead, listening to reports from the remaining troops in the city. Skyjack, who was a double agent among Megatron's brood until that instant, gave highly informative reports. His Metallikato skills were one thing, but they usually tended to be vague. Sixshot, who naturally survived, was also making his reports... which included resisting the effects of the Hate Plague.

Good. The sixchanger's potential was there.

Bludgeon instead turned his attention to Sky Lynx, who addressed him. Bludgeon nodded. "Indeed." Bludgeon nodded, "I have just received a report from Sixshot. He says that the Constructicons and your Perceptor had developed a cure, and are rescuing the afflicted. Reportedly they are still working on dissipating the cloud. How shall we deploy, Lieutenant Commander?"

Warcry
2012-10-19, 04:58 AM
Constructicon Hospital

"Nothing but static on his channel," Snarl told Grimstone. "I'm starting to worry."

"Me Sludge have headache," the other Dinobot said, responding to both Grimstone and Brawl. "And me Sludge no stupid. Me see Decepticon badges on 'medics', no let them poke around in brain. Wait til find Ratchet."
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Scrapper glared at Hook. "I swear, if I have to give your place in Devastator to Hightower I'll do it."

Looking over to Shockwave, he said, "Unlike Hook here, I'm capable of multitasking. And also unlike Hook, I'm not going to second-guess the science behind your plan. What help do you need to implement it?"
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Shuttle Gunner shrugged. "I doubt such a gesture would be appreciated," he told Darkjet bluntly. "Target Hawk makes no effort to seek out company, and in fact actively avoids it most of the time. However, since I am already waiting for Sandstorm to wake up I suppose it wouldn't hurt to watch over him too."
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Battlefield

"I think I'll stay, actually," Skydive told Broadside. "This is as good a place as any to observe the battlefield as any, and my high vantage point means that I don't have to burn extra Energon flying while I do it."

He laughed nervously.

"Besides, after all of this I don't mind the rest."
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Octopunch sighed. "Yes, Stranglehold, that's what I'm talking about. Don't think too hard about it now, we wouldn't want you to injure your brain module further."

Turning to look up at Thundercracker, he shrugged. "I don't see any Predacons here right now, so there are no excuses. You better have bagged something big this time out."
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"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's off the table now," Ramjet agreed with Thundercracker. "But we're, like, bros with the Autobots now apparently, so we probably don't even need ta grab 'im. Just, you know, knock on his door and say 'hi'."

The conehead transformed to robot mode solely so he could shake his head in disgust.

"This 'peace' crap is going to be boring, isn't it?"
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The Lunatic Fringe

Thunderwing squirmed under Prime's rough handling, but he was too weak and drained to put up much resistance. Thunderwing's chest armour gave way, shattering open under Optimus's pure strength. But as Prime's hand drew nearer to the Matrix he would feel an increasing resistance, as if he was trying to move through higher and higher gravity. Eventually, a bare millimetre away from the Matrix's handle, he would find his fingers stopping completely.

"Interesting," Cyclonus said as he watched. "Very interesting. If I had to guess, I'd say that your Matrix and this one aren't on speaking terms."

Indeed, the effect was very similar to the force you'd see if you tried to push the positive poles of two magnets into one another.
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Spinister checked Springer's vitals as he sunk to the ground.

"Will he make it?" Needlenose asked.

"I don't know," Spinister said uncertainly. "Maybe."

Looking up, he told Misfire (who was currently getting a death glare from Slugslinger for some reason), "Guard the entrance. Shoot anything that looks hostile."
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Galaxy Shuttle

"Art?" Blast Master shook his head. "I almost forget what that looked like." He cocked his head to one side. "But, uh...wouldn't anything you make be Slogism by definition? I mean, you being...well, Slog and all."
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"Yeah, I'm pretty sure Spinister would shoot us if we tried to use him to distract Wildfly," Birdbrain told Slog. "Guy freaks me out."

"He threatened to bury me alive if I ever spoke to him again," Wildfly said cheerfully.

"Oh? Well in that case I'm warming up to him."
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"We?" Kickback shrugged. "I'm not sure there is a 'we' anymore, Shrapnel."

The Insecticon sighed. "No, I never trusted either of you," he said. "Not then. How could I, when all we were doing was betraying people who were stupid enough to trust us? But now I would trust you." Kickback's antenna twitched, an expression of nerves or annoyance -- even he wasn't sure which. "You've changed, Shrapnel. Don't try to deny it. You didn't get press-ganged into your new job. You threw yourself into it and kept doing it until Soundwave noticed and made it official. You'd been looking for something more ever since we escaped from that Autobot prison. So was I. And we've found it -- separately. We've moved on, and there's no going back to who we used to be -- Bombshell or no."

When he said the name of their fallen comrade, he finally turned back to face his former teammate.

"Bombshell got more of a chance with me than he would have if I'd left him," he said firmly. "I gave him his life back, I gave him a purpose and a chance to contribute to the Decepticons. The first thing he tried to do was find a way to cerebro-shell me. You think I was wrong to take precautions? I put a bomb in his head because I knew that if I saved him from the Smelting Pool he'd repay me with betrayal and I'd have to kill him. I released him anyway because after all we'd been through together I thought he at least deserved a chance."

optimusskids
2012-10-21, 02:04 PM
Galaxy Shuttle

Ice Pick speculated

"I believe anything new would be Neo Sloggite or perhaps Post Sloggism."

Blackjack
2012-10-26, 04:40 AM
Constructicon Hospital

(OOC: You want me to play Grimlock for a post or two, establish he’s still alive?)

“Dude, he’s Grimlock! Don’t worry, he probably broke his commlink or something.” Grimstone replied to Snarl.

“Ratchet’s gone to the Manganese Mountains with the refugees.” Brawl told Sludge. “The Decepticons here haven’t killed anyone… well, anyone important… but if you prefer someone with the red badge, I think Hoist is over in that shuttle.”
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Hook shrugged noncommittally at Scrapper’s threat, and shook his head. “I am not second-guessing Shockwave; I am merely reiterating any concerns that he may have overlooked. With limited resources, after all, we should not waste any at all, if we could help it.”

Behind them, Bonecrusher woke up with a groan. “Tha’ you, Hook? Bloody ‘ell, your droning voice’d wake up th’ dead.”
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Darkjet shrugged at Shuttle Gunner. “We all have our more antisocial teammates, Shuttle Gunner. There’s only three of you left… keep them around. You won’t miss them until they’re gone.”

“We have antisocial teammates?” Moonjet asked.

“You don’t find Flarejet antisocial?”
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Battlefield

“Take the rest. You deserve it.” Broadside called out to Skydive. “Just give us a shout if you see something like… like Quintesson Trident Fighters or an additional giant Imperial or anything. We’ll keep the perimeter.”
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“But my brain module isn’t injured.” Stranglehold replied to Octopunch.

Thundercracker shrugged, “I attacked one of those giant aircraft carrier Imperials… but the Aerialbot armada, the Wreckers and an Omega Sentinel had to drop in, and, well, the battle was cut short very easily.” The Seeker turned to Ramjet, and sighed. “Yeah, that’s probably for the best. Nobody gets hurt or anything this time around.”

“Yeah!” Stranglehold agreed vehemently with Ramjet.

“So long as you don’t knock on Dirge’s door with your head and bring down his entire apartment, Ramjet…” Thundercracker shrugged. “Boring? I doubt it. Personally I’m happy to spend the rest of my life flying… or exploring... but I doubt guys like… like Grimlock or Bludgeon would be happy with peace. They would probably go out into space to blow up the Imperial Hub or something… it never ends for them, you know.”
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The Lunatic Fringe

Flat-out ignoring Slugslinger, Misfire nodded at Spinister, taking position near the entrance with his weapon drawn. “What are you going to do, sir?”
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Galaxy Shuttle

Slog shook his head at Blast Master, “Art made out of corpses, by definition, is the art whose name came from me. Art to remind the horrors of war, Slogism is. Look forward to simple sculpture, I do. Honor the dead, without using the dead, I might. Paintings, structure design, crystalcrafting…”

Slog turned to Icepick and shrugged. “No connection with proper Slogism, these other forms of art are. Free to call them anything but Slogism. Semantics! Enjoy art.”

The boxy Decepticon turned to Birdbrain, and shrugged, “Find Spinister, we must. Utmost importance. Bury Wildfly alive, this I must see. Great inspiration.”
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Bludgeon turned to look at Sky Lynx, his skull visage unmistakably still thirsty for battle, and said, "Shall we deploy our troops? There may not be any more Imperials for us to battle, but there will be many wounded as well as Imperial stragglers..."
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Shrapnel’s face showed no expression as Kickback spoke. Being around the likes of Kickback, Bombshell and Venom meant that one had to be able to hide one’s emotions.

“I never denied that I changed, changed.” Shrapnel replied to Kickback. “I simply decided not to betray my allies, allies. My friends, friends. In the end of the day, are we not three of a kind, kind? Bombshell may have deserved death, he may have not, not. We may have pushed him over the edge, or he may simply be joking around. If you hadn't put your precautions, he might not have cerebro-shelled you... but who knows? Things happened. Bombers is dead. No use arguing over it anymore... since you have rationalized everything anyway."

Shrapnel exhaled, and shook his head. "So this is it, then? Since there is no going back... the Insecticons are over? We go our separate ways now? I go back to security or whatever, and you go back to your solo information gathering cartel?”

Shrapnel sighed as he turned around, took one step, then another... then turned around, watching Kickback with undisguised pity and concern in his optic band.

“But, Kickback… if you ever find that you’re tired of having no friends… I’m always around.”

Shrapnel turned around again, and kept walking.

zigzagger
2012-10-29, 01:50 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

Optimus Prime felt a push, an increasing resistance as he attempted to pry the Matrix away from Thunderwing.

And truly that was the case -- as the Autobot Leader pressed forward, the dark relic shoved back. It seemed to be repelled by the Prime's own Creation Matrix.

Primus, why? The Matrix had drawn me to it's counterpart -- protected me from it. So why, now, does it resist?

Optimus reached out with all his strength, the tips of his fingers just barely grazing the surface of the bauble still nestled inside the Pretender's chest cavity.

"Interesting," Cyclonus said as he watched. "Very interesting. If I had to guess, I'd say that your Matrix and this one aren't on speaking terms."

"It - ngh - it would appear so," answered Prime, grunting.

When the Matrix-bearer shot a quick glance back at the other Decepticon, the epiphany struck.

"Yes -- yes, of course; the affinity," he told Cyclonus, "you have it too. I witnessed it only moments ago. It doesn't wish you to be harmed, does it?"

Prime moved his hand away from Thunderwing's chest, and with the other repositioned his rifle, pointing it directly at the Liege Centuro's forehead. "Quickly, Cyclonus," he said, "before he regains his strength."

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Hoist's Shuttle

Hoist furrowed his brow. "I wish I had comforting words for you," he told Searchlight. "I hate the fact that I've grown so...accustomed to it, that the pain fades quicker with each loss. But, that's how we 'handle it', as you say; it comes with vorns of practice. And I hope - Primus, I hope - that'll never happen to you."

The Autobot mechanic sighed. "It pains me to say it, but I suppose it could be seen as a good sign that the newer generation aren't yet so numb to it..."

Once he secured the last energon conduit to the exposed workings on the Throttlebot's back, Hoist switched off his laser scalpel.

"Because it still hurts," he continued, "life is far more precious to you. You don't know how lucky you are."

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Constructicon Field Hospital

(OOC: Had a tough time with this one. I'm winging it, basically. Thanks for the input, Warcry :))

Shockwave gestured to the three empty stasis pods, now laid out on the slab.

"My intention is to disperse Hook's counteragent over the city-state, before further infection can occur," he told Scrapper. "These vessel's inbuilt containment fields and timing mechanisms must be reconfigured to accommodate the explosive charges that will be affixed at key structural points--

"Localized fields, meanwhile, will contain the enzymes within, preventing radioactivity upon detonation. Timing must be precise for the barrier-induced pressure to effectively scatter the retrovirus. If successful, the maximum blast radius is projected to be approximately 289.56 meters* per vessel. The pods will be launched into the cloud formation currently in the vicinity -- which will be seeded by Acid Storm."

(OOC: * - Just an arbitrary number.)
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Northern Border, Galaxy Shuttle

Sky Lynx nodded. "Agreed," he told Bludgeon. "Galaxy Shuttle is positioned over the northern border, near the perimeter Prowl has established. We shall move into Protihex from there, since I am told that we are to avoid the city-state center."

The Lieutenant Commander then looked up toward the ceiling. "Galaxy Shuttle," he called out, "if you would be so kind; the doors, please...?"

"AS YOU COMMAND."

Propelled by hidden gears and electrical motors, the massive bay door split wide open, laying to view the devastated landscape below.

Mach, who stood alongside Over-Run and the others, placed a hand over his mouth. "I-I don't believe it."

Sky Lynx shook his head. "A tragedy, truly..."

The dinoblast spun about-face to the assembled Autobots in the hangar. "My friends," he announced, "prepare to depart!"

Warcry
2012-10-31, 04:11 AM
Constructicon Hospital

(M'eh. I'd be just as happy not knowing, honestly. We're not Furman, so maybe Grimlock really is dead?)

"Maybe," Snarl said, clearly unconvinced. "But if he's alive, he's in bad shape. Otherwise he'd be standing on top of a mountain of green skulls, or something."

Sludge shrugged. "Hoist friend," he told Brawl. "You enemy. Frenemy maybe. No trust you or Constructicons. Me find Hoist."

The Dinobot lurched toward the indicated shuttle.
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Scrapper nodded in approval as Bonecrusher woke up. "Good. Hook didn't manage to bore you to death."

Turning to Shockwave, he said, "We can do that. Long Haul, I'm sending you the specifications for the adjustments we'll need to make to the emitters so they'll function the way Shockwave intends. If you can make the physical changes, I'll write a software patch to manage it."
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"I'm not certain I'm capable of 'missing' them as you would," Shuttle Gunner admitted to Darkjet. "My software doesn't include any allowances for it, and I'm not certain if the functionality will develop on it's own. I am...not eager to find out."

To change the subject, he asked, "Who is Flarejet?"
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Battlefield

"You're Wreckers. You're honestly saying I'd need to tell you if we were under attack?" Skydive chuckled. "I doubt it, Broadside. More likely you'll be telling me."
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"Just trust me on this," Octopunch told Stranglehold.
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"Yeah, if we don't wanna hurt no one the Pretenders ain't invited," Ramjet told Thundercracker. "Doubt anyone in Iacon'll be happy to see them." He looked around, then said, "There ain't nothin' going on around here. You wanna run off and surprise the bugger?"

He pondered what the other seeker had to say, then shrugged. "Yeah, me, I like fighting. Not to fond of the whole 'war' think though. Maybe someone'll build up the arenas again and I can get inta the gladiator scene."
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The Lunatic Fringe

Spinister looked at Misfire, then around the room at the action (or lack thereof) that was going on.

"I'm not sure," he admitted to his subordinate. "But don't let your guard down. It might look like we've won, but until the last enemy is vanquished we can't be sure," he said, a not-so-veiled reference to Thunderwing and his Matrix.
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"Considering what it did to me the last time I touched it," Cyclonus told Optimus Prime, "I'm not sure I'm looking forward to this. If it tries to take control of me, please do whatever you have to to make sure it doesn't."

Without taking the time for a second thought -- because if he had, he might not have had the courage to do what needed to be done -- Cyclonus reached his hand into Thunderwing's torn-open chest cavity. As his hand reached for the Decepticon Matrix he felt it reaching back, speaking to him through the connection he and it had shared ever since the Quintessons had unleashed their weapon on him. It whispered seductively, sweet nothings of conquest and empire, glory and transcendence.

Years ago, perhaps even weeks ago, Cyclonus would have listened. But Gigatron -- and even Optimus, he reluctantly admitted -- had shown him the stuff of true leadership. The Matrix was powerful, terribly so, but it was no one's tool. It was a weapon, a living weapon that wanted to be used, that demanded to be used. Its promises were lies: conquest and empires would be fleeting, and glory would fade as the Matrix drove him to kill and burn and sunder and destroy all that faced him. With it he would be unstoppable, but he would be betraying everything he ever stood for: another Thunderwing, another Megatron...another Galvatron.

"No!"

He reached farther, trying to close his hand on the Matrix's handle. But it took his measure and balked, seeing not the foolish, blindly loyal follower that he had been when it first touched him but a stronger, more mature, more resolute robot who knew without a shadow doubt what needed to be done. It struck back, trying to brute-force its way into his mind and make him it's puppet, as it had done with Thunderwing.

"Mine!"

Through sheer force of will, Cyclonus tore the Matrix from Thunderwing's chest. It took an even more Herculean effort for him to discard it, casting it on the floor like the obsolete trash that it was.

"But not...for long..." Cyclonus fell to his knees, exhausted, the Decepticon Matrix lying at Optimus Prime's feet.

"Have to...destroy it..."
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Galaxy Shuttle

"Art confuses me," Blast Master said, shaking his head. "Always with the tags and definitions. Me, I just like the pretty pictures."

Hearing Sky Lynx's orders, he and Phaser prepared to depart Galaxy Shuttle.
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"Unfortunately," Birdbrain told Slog, "we don't actually have any soil on Cybertron. I suppose he could bury him in rubble, or Imperial corpses or something."

"We were on Charr when he said it," Wildfly piped in. "We had soil there. Maybe we could go for a trip!"
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Kickback looked at Shrapnel for a few seconds as the other Insecticon walked away. He was tempted to say something, but what? They were different people now, and their lives were moving in different directions. Sentiment and nostalgia for the way things used to be would only hold them back.

Turning back toward the window, he stared through it but didn't see the vista beyond. His mind was already buzzing with ideas, with thoughts about where his life might go from here.

Wherever that is, he thought with equal measures sadness and relief, it's my life to live now. Not theirs. For the first time in my life, I'm free.

Blackjack
2012-11-09, 02:25 PM
(OOC: Sorry for taking so long to reply.)

Northern Border, Galaxy Shuttle

Bludgeon nodded. “Your strategy is sound, Lieutenant Commander.” The Decepticon Pretender replied in his gravelly voice. He unsheathed his katana, and pointed it at Protihex’s ruined landscape as Galaxy Shuttle’s bay doors opened. Bludgeon was unfazed by the destruction of Protihex… he had personally done much worse, after all. “Decepticons, depart. I want every single Imperial soldier in this city dead. We will purge them off our planet. Fliers, take to the sky, and find survivors. Under no conditions are you attack the Autobots or neutralists unless they fire first.”

With that, Bludgeon leapt into the night, followed in turn by Barrage, Take-Off, Hooligan, Space Case and the rest of the Decepticon army.
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“Meant to confuse you, art is not. Definitions, necessary evil for classification. Detract from art itself, I fear. Cause non-artists to get confused it does. Make pretty picture for you, I might.” Slog replied to Blast Master. “For helping us, the least we could do.”

Slog waddled-shuffled over to the open bay doors, turning to Birdbrain and Wildfly. “Consider that trip, I seriously am.” Slog told Wildfly. “Disagree to that, I doubt Icepick will.”
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Shrapnel walked forwards, face unreadable.

The Insecticons no longer exist.

There was only him. Only him. Kickback had freely rejected any hope of salvage, if his words are anything to go by. As he leapt into the fray next to Barrage, with Needler wrapping around his head, Shrapnel never felt more empty in his life.
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Blackjack leapt out into Protihex as well, immediately raising his commlink to contact Road Hugger… and was surprised to receive a reply from Detour instead. The debriefing that followed… Hyperdrive’s death… Road Hugger being the leader of the Combaticons… the giant Imperials… all the deaths, all the losses…

Like the Insecticons, the Sports Car Patrol will never be the same again.
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Blitzwing looked up from where he was sifting through the dead for any survivors with Skyjack. “Ah, look. Reinforcements are here. Too little, too late.” Blitzwing sighed. “If they had came sooner, we might’ve not lost so much. Autobots, Decepticons, they’re all the same. All of them.”
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Hoist's Shuttle

“Mmm.” Searchlight shook his head, optics downcast. “I’m not so much a new generation… I’ve seen death before, you know? Was part of the resistance in Cybertron, was there in Autobot City back in 2006, but, well, this was the first time when we Throttlebots didn’t get scrapped all at the same time. Heh.” Searchlight shook his head. “We Throttlebots are a bit rubbish compared to you big boys, aren’t we?”

Searchlight lifted up his head. “It always hurts, Hoist. No matter who dies. That’s what makes us different from the Decepticons. We bury our dead.”
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Constructicon Field Hospital

“Ah, yes, your idea is more practical than mine.” Hook replied to Shockwave. It was all in good fun, after all, Shockwave is a scientist, whereas Hook is a surgeon. A highly knowledgable and competent surgeon, but even one such as Hook has limitations with things outside his specialty. “Your Seeker compatriot’s abilities would be highly useful in seeding the clouds. Then, by all means, let us get started in modifying these stasis pods. Bonecrusher, Long Haul, assist me.”

“The ‘ell ‘appened t’me?” Bonecrusher shook his head as his vision cleared up, and he hopped off the gurney and looked at Scrapper. “Hook? As if I’d let ‘im kill me off. We shared minds, r’member? Ol’ grumpy can’t bore me to death.”

Long Haul nodded and began to get down on the nearest stasis pod, ignoring the glowering Windcharger nearby, as he set on work according to the schematics Scrapper had forwarded him.
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“I’ll keep an eye out on green skull mountains, then.” Grimstone replied to Snarl. “Gotta go, Road Hugger just spotted a crashed shuttle full of civvies.”

Brawl watched at Sludge walked out, then turned to Snarl with a positively confused look on his face. “What’s a frenemy?”
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Darkjet shrugged at Shuttle Gunner. “You’re young. You’ll learn. Software or not, we’re more than mere machines. You’ll learn. You’ll see. We were bred to be perfect obedient soldiers, and now look at us.”

“Eager or not, it’s a brave new world and all that mushy crap.” Moonjet said cheerfully, happy with the new arm.

“Flarejet was our brother. There were four of us in the Predator Jet Corps-”

“Five, actually, but we never talk about him. He’s a total loon. Shadowjet’s a loon too, but he doesn’t try and get everyone to call him High King Fuhrer or something.”

“Flarejet and Shadowjet form the other half of our team. Shadowjet’s more of a tagalong psycho, although I do miss his bad ice puns now that he’s gone. Flarejet is… well, he spent quite some time as an undercover Autobot, but it seemed that the two of us are the only ones left of our old team.” Darkjet sighed. “So much for my enterprising career among the Imperial Predator forces.”
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Battlefield

Broadside merely gave Skydive a shrug. “More likely than not, kid. See you around- we got some wrecking to do. Hopefully.”
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Stranglehold scratched his head, and Thundercracker opted to ignore the silly Mayhem. How Bludgeon and Octopunch put up with Stranglehold….

But then, he did put up with Skywarp, didn’t he? Friendship takes all sorts, he guessed.

Thundercracker turned to Ramjet and shrugged, “But I don’t think anyone in Iacon can afford to turn them away if Bludgeon suddenly had the cravings for Iacon Fifth Streets’ delicious caesium salami. They’re all about peace and harmony now, yes?” Thundercracker shrugged. “Why not? Make sure he’s still alive and all… grab Thrust and let us go.”

Thundercracker transformed and took into the air. “But the arenas will all be ‘don’t kill’. I don’t think that’ll suit you all too well, Rammers.”
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The Lunatic Fringe

Misfire shrugged, picking up on Spinister’s words. “Assuming we’re talking about ol’ lantern-face, why don’t we just go and hunt him down now?” The Targetmaster glanced out of the door. “After all, it’s not like any of us are medics here.”

Warcry
2012-11-11, 04:43 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

Sludge wrapped his big hand on the shuttle's hull.

Hoist in here? Me Sludge need fixing. No trust Decepticons."
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Constructicon Hospital

Snarl shrugged. "You're asking the wrong guy," he told Brawl. "Sounds to me like it's another of those Rumble-y tapes that you guys made so many of way back."
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"Hmmm?" Scrapper shrugged, his mind preoccupied with writing software patches. "Well, you were in a weakened state, Bonecrusher. And Hook is monumentally boring. Seriously, I'm pretty sure Laserbeak used him as a form of torture when he was interrogating Autobots who wouldn't break. Sit them down and force them to listen to Hook for a few hours and anyone would talk just so they couldn't hear him anymore over their confession."
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"You were...fissioned off from your parents, correct?" Shuttle Gunner asked two Jet Corps flyers. "I wasn't. My body was constructed cold and programmed from scratch by the Quintessons, who didn't include any of the personality code Transformers normally have. They thought it would keep me from rebelling." He gestured to the Decepticon badge on his chest. "Evidently, they were wrong. So I can learn, but what and when I'll learn is a different question."

When Darkjet revealed the identities (and fate) of Flarejet and Shadowjet, Shuttle Gunner nodded sympathetically. "You have my condolences," he said. "And, considering how this day has treated my team, my understanding as well. However, since one of your fellow Predators -- be they sibling or parent -- was responsible for my teammates' deaths, were I to say I was sorry for your losses I'm afraid that would be a lie."

He cocked his head to one side, curiously analyzing what he was feeling.

"I believe that's driven by the emotion you call 'spite'," he said eventually.
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Battlefield

"I was more thinkin' of how we'd all get arrested once Stranglehold flipped an' started punching people," Ramjet told Thundercracker. "'specially if Octopunch finds another god to shoot in the face."

"Hey!"

Ramjet continued, ignoring him. "'sides, this is a trip for seeker bros only. Thrust, you there? Me'n'Thunders are takin' a trip ta Iacon. If you're in one piece, you should come with."

He shrugged. "Eh. It's the whoopin' I like more than the killin', honestly. Corpses ain't no good for headbutting, they don't react at all when you do it."
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The Lunatic Fringe

Spinister gestured toward where Prime and Cyclonus were facing off with Thunderwing. "I meant him," he told Misfire. "Or more specifically, it. I meant to remain here in case they require assistance."

He frowned behind his faceplate, though one who knew him would be able to see the expression around his eyes as well. "However, you do make a good point. If we were to see Springer to the field hospital it would be a good mark in our relations with the Autobots. And since I'm the only one with heavy lift capacity..."

He looped one of Springer's arms around his shoulder.

"Help me get him outside," he told Misfire. "I'll carry him. You'll provide air cover. The others will stay here and provide whatever help is required."
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Northern Border

"That would be...nice," Blast Master told Slog. "It's been a while since any of us have made anything beautiful."
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Birdbrain shrugged. "I dunno. If we're taking a trip, why not just space him somewhere? That way we don't need to find shovels."

"I'm starting to feel like you guys don't love me anymore," Wildfly said with a cackle.

"You know, you've only got yourself to blame, Slog. I wanted to leave him in subspace."

"There were pretty colours!" Wildfly cringed. "But scary ones too!"

Birdbrain sighed.

Chip1123
2012-11-12, 10:33 PM
"Still kicking. Lost sight of most of the friendlies in this mess. Had to bunker down to keep from getting slagged." Thrust replied to Ramjet. "Send me your coordinates and I'll be there shortly."

zigzagger
2012-11-13, 05:22 AM
Near 'Nondescript Building', The Lunatic Fringe

Little had transpired on their watch, but Prowl and his response unit remained vigil outside Thunderwing's hideaway...

That is, until a wave of blue Matrix energy surged out from the building and passed harmlessly through the Autobot bystanders.

Dogfight wore a bewildered expression. "What just -- I mean, did you see...?" he stammered. "Seriously, what the hell was that?"

"Seemed pretty harmless," Backstreet piped up. "Beautiful, though. Whatever it was."

Prowl's optics remained fixed on the building. "Judging by the faint traces of metallo-dielectric nanostructures I detected in those emissions," said the General, "the Matrix, I surmise."

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Inside - Moments Earlier...

"Cyclonus, are you...?"

Optimus Prime trailed off as his eyes fell onto the dark relic laying at his feet, entranced by the purple energy swirling at its core.

He knelt down and cautiously moved his hand toward Thunderwing's coveted Matrix. And, once more Optimus was met with resistance, like two positive poles naturally repelled by each other. The light of the Creation Matrix at the Prime's core emanated through the seams along his chest, growing intense the more he pushed against the opposing force.

It was as he expected. Optimus brought his hand back, realizing the futility of his efforts.

"Through will alone, then," he concluded. "So be it."

Prime bowed his head and concentrated.

The Creation Matrix heeded. It's radiance dimmed, its protective blue aura dispelled, and as Optimus Prime's enhanced strength lessened, the darker Matrix's influence began to dominate.

When he opened his eyes, and once more looked upon the 'Decepticon Matrix', the Leader of the Autobots could feel it pervade his entire being.

He then reached for the source of Thunderwing's power -- and this time was not met with the same resistance. This time, it welcomed him.

As Prime took the Matrix into his hands, a dark aura washed over his body.

Optimus pitched forward as he succumbed. "So cold...but can't -- can't falter," Prime grunted. "Not now."

He brought the Matrix closer to his chest, determined not to release it from his grasp. Darkness then came, and the lobby, along with its occupants vanished. Time stood still, as it seemed.

--

"Infraspace?" Optimus considered.

'Enlightenment and Might,' a voice echoed through the void, cutting the Prime to the core. 'Creation and Destruction...'

'Such a union has not occurred in many a millennia,' another added, deeper than the last. 'Not since the Matrices were forged in preparation of the Chaos Bringer.'

'It is an experience we have not yet encountered,' many more said in unison. 'We welcome it.'

'Teach us, Descendant of Primus, and the world is yours to remake as you see fit.'

'You have fought for so long...'

'It can all end now, with but a simple gesture.'

'No want. No unhappiness. Your civilization free of conflict. Peace finally achieved.'

"Peace...finally...achieved?" Optimus weakly repeated.

'Yes. And you need only embrace us.'

'It is Primus's will.'

'Fulfill what has been ordained -- and let us achieve true harmony.'

--

Optimus roared, snapping him back into reality, and with it the Creation Matrix was enkindled, brighter than before.

The dark aura dissipated, replaced by a dome of cleansing blue light, that spread out and swallowed the entire lobby. The Matrix energies phased through the walls, alerting the Autobot response unit waiting outside.

A beacon for all to see.

As the Matrices exchanged their experiences, Thunderwing's corrupting influence was washed away. Through super-compressed visual data, Prime bore witness to it all; seeing a history played from an entirely unique perspective.

Much like the legacy of Primes, The Autobot Matrix's counterpart had many bearers, their wisdom and deeds now his, both noble and terrible. Many of whom the Prime had not heard of until now -- and some he knew all too well. Images flashed before his optics, telling the tale of a temporally displaced warrior...

"Gigatron."

Of a former-Decepticon Leader's final stand in Stanix.

"Galvatron."

Of the Matrix's drive for self-preservation that led to the grotesque fusion of Megadeath's mutant spark to Galvatron's body. And finally, Thunderwing, the self-styled Leige Centuro who manipulated the remaining Imperial forces, bereft of direction following the Alignment event.

"This power has inveigled so many, and yet there is hope..."

As well as the journey of another. So much grief this one had endured. Who, despite his heritage to Unicron, had been chosen by this conduit of Primus's essence.

"No. It is not for me to decide -- nor could I even if I wanted to."

Optimus Prime soon regained his senses. In his hands the relic rested, now tamed; the composite of energy at its center shone in a tranquil lavender glow.

He turned to Cyclonus, kneeling nearby from exhaustion, and extended his hand. "Cyclonus," he said, calmly, "get up. It isn't over yet, my friend."

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Hoist's Shuttle

Hoist ruefully shook his head. "On that point, I very much agree," he told Searchlight. "And we certainly don't disassemble our fallen for spare parts -- like our friends in the encampment next door do," he said in a low, derisive tone.

The Autobot mechanic's head perked up when, as if on cue, Sludge came calling, expressing similar misgivings toward the Constructicons.

Hoist pressed the intercom switch at his work station, moving his mouth plate closer to the speaker. "Hello, Sludge," he said. "I am on the upper-deck. Come on up."

(OOC: I have no objection to off-paging the Field Hospital stuff involving Shockwave. I'll come back to it in my next update :))

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Northern Border

Not one to miss out on a chance to moralize the troops - as Bludgeon had - Sky Lynx looked to the rest his flightmechs gathered in the hangar. "With me, my Third Air Strike Division!"

Raising himself up by his maneuvering thrusters, the Lieutenant Commander spun away, turning to the open bay door. "For glory and honor!" He cried.

"For glory and honor!!!" the assembled Autobots repeated.

Sky Lynx fired off his engines and streaked across the hangar. In waves, the Autobot fleet shot after the dinoblast, moving away from the massive Galaxy Shuttle and out into the city-state.

Warcry
2012-11-16, 06:09 AM
Hoist's Shuttle

"Me Sludge coming," the Dinobot told Hoist as he staggered into the shuttle, hauling himself up the ladderwell to the upper deck.

"Me Sludge here," he announced, sounding clearly fatigued. "You Hoist can fix?"
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Battlefield

"Coordinates? Do I look like a cartographer?" Ramjet looked around, confused. "We're, uh, by some ruined buildings," he told Thrust. "Ya know, 'round where the fighting was. That big scary red cloud thing is north a bit."
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The Lunatic Fringe

Cyclonus watched, slowly regaining strength as Optimus struggled with the Decepticon Matrix. After a few moments, he realized that was because the Matrix was no longer able to sap his strength, so great was Optimus's resolve. The dark power needed all of it's energy just to fight the Autobot leader...and it was going to lose.

Nearby, a broken Thunderwing sobbed openly, his ruined body unable to do anything but lie there and watch as the Matrix he had fought so hard for was dominated by others.

Cyclonus himself had fought for it, wanted it more than he'd wanted anything in his life. But he'd been wrong, he saw clearly now. As Scourge himself had said after his own encounter with a Matrix: if you weren't worthy to lead on your own, a bauble would make no difference. But Cyclonus hadn't truly understood those words, not until recently. Seeing Thunderwing's mad rampage, juxtaposed with Gigatron's thoughtful, respectful reign, had underscored for the Targetmaster just what kind of leader he wanted to be.

The Decepticon reached out and took Optimus's outstretched hand, pulling himself to his feet.

"No," he agreed with Prime. "It isn't. Not by a long shot." He looked at the Decepticon Matrix as it rested in the Autobot leader's grasp, seemingly beaten and stripped of all it's threatening power.

"How do you destroy the embodiment of destruction?" he asked rhetorically.

zigzagger
2012-11-19, 03:36 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

"How indeed," said Optimus Prime. "At its core, it is still a weapon. Albeit, one of last resort. But, a weapon nonetheless. To say it is anything else would be against its nature and purpose. And though its corrupted influence has been purged," he told Cyclonus, "the potential for misuse will always remain."

The Autobot Leader sighed. "Primus forgive me, but the wisest course would be to release its composite energies, removing it entirely from temptation."

As Prime stared down at the shimmering artifact in his hand, he was overcome with uncertainty. Regardless of the inherent threat it posed, it was still a remnant of Primus's lifeforce.

'...And what if Liege Maximo - or, Primus forbid, Unicron were to return?' Optimus reflected. 'Can I be trusted to do what needs to be done?'

"This Matrix told me a great deal," he continued. "The wisdom of Cybertronians past - millions of years of history - is now shared between both Matrices. The Wisdom of the Ages, as it is collectively known, has grown."

He shifted his gaze to Cyclonus. "It also told me of your journey," said the Autobot Leader. "One that has not gone unnoticed. This sacred implement, like my own, has deemed you worthy..."

What Optimus did next was perhaps bold...and quite possibly foolish.

He presented the relic to Cyclonus.

"It is difficult, but you have a choice to make," said Prime. "You must decide what is best for all of us."

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Constructicon Field Hospital

"Scrapper, Long Haul?" Shockwave inquired, looking up from the stasis pod he had been toiling over. "Your progress?"

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Hoist's Shuttle

Hoist half-rose from his seat and glanced over Searchlight's shoulder at the medbay's newest arrival. "I can," he told Sludge, gesturing to an unoccupied circuit slab. "Have a seat and I'll be right with you."

The Autobot mechanic rolled his chair over to the console at his station. "Your on-file medical records should have all the correct measurements," he told Searchlight. "I'll have the fabricator draw up some paneling for you. Can't have you walking around with an unsightly gash on your back, after all."

He proceeded to work the terminal, pulling up the Throttlebot's information and entering it where it was needed.

"There we go," said the mechanic, striking a single key. "I'll be back to attach those when they're finished."

Hoist then stood up and selected a laser scalpel from a charging cradle at his work station. He flicked it on and off a few times to test its charge.

"Okay then -- Sludge." Hoist spun around to face the waiting Dinobot. "Let's have a look at you."

(OOC: @ Warcry -- So...what seems to be ailing Sludge here?)

Blackjack
2012-11-21, 12:38 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

Searchlight looked to see Sludge entering the shuttle, nodding at the far larger Dinobot. “You look pretty beat up, big guy.”

Turning to Hoist, Searchlight nodded, “If the Combaticons weren’t there breathing over the Constructicons’ shoulders, I’d be far more pissed to see… people… Gears, Blurr… being used for spare parts... Now, at least, I know they’re helping others survive.” Searchlight shook his head again. “Shame the ‘Cons are far more… pragmatic.”
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Constructicon Hospital

“Where’d he pick up that kind of lingo, then?” Brawl asked Snarl as he tossed a few used ammunition rounds to a makeshift miniature smelting pit Mixmaster had cobbled up whilst waiting for the anti-virus to finish downloading their software. “Earth? I’m not too happy around the little fleshb- humans. They build some pretty wicked military hardware, but I never bothered to learn their culture.”

Brawl frowned. “Who now? I can’t even tell apart Frenzy and Rumble, the two keeps claiming they are each other to screw with our heads. Things got worse when Frenzy got his piledriver upgrades before the Autobot City attack. I swear the two change their colours every week or so to screw with us. I’m Frenzy and I’m red! I’m Rumble and I’m blue! Now Frenzy is blue! Fraggin’ scraplets. I wonder how the rest of Soundwave’s petting zoo keeps up with those two dimwits.”
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“I will have you know that one improvised torture methods caused us to obtain information to win the third siege of the Tygun Span.” Hook snapped at Scrapper snobbishly from inside one of the stasis pods, over the sounds of solders. “Of course, it would be far more practical for me to simply crack open the Autobot’s cranium and pore over his memory circuits, but neither do the foul buzzard nor I like the chances of the Autobot having a failsafe in case his mind was tampered with.”

“Sometimes I wonder ‘ow we ever dealt wit’ ‘im when we combined inta th’ big Dev.” Bonecrusher muttered under his breath as he began to get on work on one of the pods.
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Long Haul, jubilant at being addressed by Shockwave instead of Hook, managed to answer in a very calm and professional tone. “We have retrofitted all but three of the stasis pods Windcharger brought here, although Hook says he wants a test run with one of them first just to see the dispersion effect. And Mixmaster-”

“Almost, almost, almost!” Mixmaster called out, frantically moving his fingers around his chemistry apparatus. “Brewing a nano-virus is not an easy task! Fermenting, downloading, uploading, replicating… give me two minutes!”
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“Budding. It was… painful.” Moonjet said, shuddering. “Skyquake, Falcon and the rest, they… they like pain. That was why they were so good at what they did.”

“At least you’re free now.” Tinker quipped while he replaced more of Jackpot’s lesser circuits. Tossing a mangled Autobot insignia towards Shuttle Gunner, the Seeker said, “I don’t agree with the Autobots most of the times, but freedom… it’s one thing that we all indeed must have, to some degree.”

“Spite is good. Having feelings is good.” Moonjet quipped.

“Mmm, I’m seeking neither pity nor forgiveness for my kin… or myself. We deserve the hate and spite directed towards us.” Darkjet told Shuttle Gunner. “And, if it would interest you… the killer of your teammates is Shadowjet’s parent, Falcon. He was… a violent, scheming piece of scrap.” Darkjet’s face made a small expression as if he’s surprised that he had cursed one of the Predator leaders, but he continued, “If it makes you feel better, the Autobot Springer killed him not a few hours ago. I felt his passing… I can’t say I’m sorry for him.”
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Road Hugger entered the Constructicon hospital once more, bodyframe even more dented than before. Detour sat on his shoulder, relatively unblemished since they left from Protihex. Road Hugger did not look tired, however. “We have wounded incoming!” Detour called out.

As medics took over the wounded civilians, Autobots and Decepticons from the rescue party, Grimstone (as injured as Road Hugger was) broke apart from the group and walked over to where Snarl and Brawl were, giving the far larger Dinobot a grin.

Road Hugger plopped down next to a gurney. His optics scanned the compound, looking as his people worked with those of the other factions, even the infamous Constructicons… and he felt a surge of pride. The dream of Protihex, the dream of the Gray Race, had borne fruit at last. Hopefully, the peace can last even after Thunderwing’s death.

Road Hugger’s optics found the one he was looking for – a black and purple coloured little figure standing next to the battered shell that once belonged to Hyperdrive. His optics sad, yet his lips are curled up in a proud smile.

“Blackjack.” Road Hugger said, standing up and walking over to his former Patrol Leader. Detour waved.

Blackjack didn’t say anything at first, simply nodding. The message was clear – he was proud at what Road Hugger had done, Decepticon or no Decepticon.

Detour hopped down next to Blackjack, patting his brother on the shoulder. “He died bravely.” Detour told Blackjack, a sad look on his face. “Wanted you to know he was sorry.”

“Sorry for what? For wanting to be himself?” Blackjack asked. “From what I’ve heard, he never gave up, never surrendered. He died like the warrior he always prided himself to be… not as a psychotic madman.” Blackjack smiled as he placed two coins atop Hyperdrive's optics, an ancient gesture to let a Spark leave for the Well of All Sparks in peace. “Rest in peace, brother.”

“We've come a long way since our bastard father created us, haven't we?” Road Hugger said as he knelt down next to the gurney to look eye-to-eye with the Micromasters. “You're shorter than I remember, boss.”

“And you, Road Hugger? A bulk! No longer a second fiddle, but leader of the Combaticons… and Detour, no longer a sniveling coward, but a David against multiple Goliaths?” Blackjack sighed, both sad and proud. “All I have to say to my name is that I'm but a tiny little gambler.”

“You did help to blow up the Death Star.” Detour chirped.

“You were our mentor. Our leader.” Road Hugger said. “Thank you, brother. For everything.”
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Northern Border

“Known war, we have, for millennia. For lifetimes. Known an age of peace, you younger generation has? A more civilized age, we should come into.” Slog told Blast Master as they both presumably exited Galaxy Shuttle. Turning to face Birdbrain and Wildfly, Slog shook his head.

“Do it again, you should, if only to give us a few moments peace.” Slog told Birdbrain. “Bury him, a more poetic justice is…. Though interests me Wildfly’s description of subspace does. A trip to subspace, I may have to try sometime, hmm?”
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Bludgeon pointed his katana towards the flash of blue light in the distance. “Autobot!” The Pretender called out to Sky Lynx. “Observe! It is the Creation Matrix! The conflict is… resolving itself. We should render what assistance we can.”

As his hollow optics took in the light, Bludgeon felt a soothing warmth inside his violently burning spark, as if the mere sight of the Matrix energy was enough to calm down the darkness he harnessed for power, the darkness which he skirted a balance with in order for it not to consume him…

And for the first time for a long, long time, Bludgeon felt what it was like to be at peace.
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Battlefield

“Ah, yes. Shooting gods in the face. I remember that one.” Stranglehold chuckled, shaking his head. “That was one of the funnest battles I’ve ever been in.”

Thundercracker smiled rather thinly at Ramjet’s taunts, but the smile became rather genuine when Thrust replied. “Ah, good, Thrust. You survived.” The Seeker sighed, and uploaded the coordinates via Global Positioning System through the commlink to Thrust. “I’m sending coordinates. It may be off the mark a little, but I think finding Ramjet and myself wouldn’t prove too difficult. Just don’t run into the Hate Plague cloud – we can’t really tell if you’re infected, and I’d hate to get infected. Red doesn’t look good on me.” The Seeker turned to Ramjet and nodded, “True. Flying against corpses isn’t fun either.”

Thundercracker stretched as he shot into the sky, circling lazily around the area, waiting for Thrust.

He loved flying, especially when he needed no reason to fly but the simple joy of being free, being above everything else.
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Southwest Border

Drift frowned as the gem embedded onto the hilt of his greatsword began to glow. The gem came from the same sort of mythical crystals used to forge the Matrix casing, or so Dai Atlas had said. Drift had long learnt to accept such stories as exaggerated myths, but sometimes, myths were true. Something was happening. Something big.
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The Lunatic Fringe

Misfire looked at Springer’s face, where the Wrecker’s face was contorted in a soft smile… or at least Misfire thought it was a smile under all the damage Thunderwing’s unholy lightning had done to him. it was rather jarring to see Misfire’s ruined face and see such a peaceful expression on his face, as if he had made peace with something.

Spinister’s words jarred him back into focus, though. “Right away.” Misfire helped to drag Springer out of the building. “See you guys around, Nosey. Bluebirds.” He called out to the other three Targetmasters.

Once they were outside, Misfire transformed into jet mode and took into the skies, just in time for a surge of beautiful, serene blue energy to burst out of where Optimus Prime, Cyclonus and Thunderwing were. “Primus…” Misfire swore, instinctively muttering an old, short prayer verse he learnt when he was younger. He hovered in place, entranced by the display of light.
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Battlefield

Blitzwing turned around and saw a familiar glow, the same glow which… lighted their darkest hour, to use an ancient Iaconian phrase. He remembered that time very vividly. Their powerful leaders, Galvatron, Shockwave, Starscream, lost. The newest, most powerful additions to their ranks, Cyclonus and Scourge, disorganized and in chaos. Even the Autobot reinforcements who arrived had their ships torn apart within moments of arriving.

The dread Chaos Bringer, the Creature of the Void, the Eater of Worlds, Unicron himself, is towering over their planet, having consumed the moons like they were energon goodies, having crushed all their warships like they were nothing but mere humans. Back then, Astrotrain, Dirge and the others all weren’t aware of the significance of the dark god, of the Chaos Bringer… it was a humongously powerful monster intent on destroying their planet…

But Blitzwing knew the legends. The Chaos Bringer will consume reality itself, then slumber while the cycle repeats itself, and then Unicron will wake once more to wipe out reality, in a continuous cycle of birth and rebirth.

Blitzwing had been, for the very first time in his life, truly scared for his life…. and then, in their darkest hour… a bright light shone. A bright blue light. The same one that painted the night sky that day.

As if on instinct, the last member of the Decepticon Triple-Changers unsheathed his scimitar and began to troop towards the light, ignoring Skyjack’s questioning remarks as he left the Cyberjet behind.

He knew that the only way for actual peace and fairness, for the reason he joined the Decepticons in the first place, was with a cool head on top of the game. Galvatron was not it, and he defected… he had not joined the naïve Rodimus Prime, of course… but maybe, with Optimus at the head? And Gigatron? Who knows?

Maybe Astrotrain and Octane wouldn’t have died for nothing.
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???

Did he die for nothing?

Did he die only for Thunderwing to escape with the Decepticon Matrix? Did everyone die that day for nothing? Whirl? Twin Twist? Blurr? Slag? Swoop?

Arcee?

Springer opened his optics. It’s all white. All white. All around him, in all directions. He remembered this place. “Not again.” The Autobot groaned, voice echoing through the vast, empty space. Somehow. The afterlife laughs at the laws of physics, after all. Springer knew his body was in perfect condition as he remembered it here in this dimension, before Sentinel Prime or Prime Nova or Emirate Xaaron or somebody arrived and escorted him into the blissful peace of the Allspark. “Come on, I activated stasis lock and everything!”

Springer let out a frustrated yowl.

Did everything he’s been through… all of it… for nothing? Not everyone took to getting resurrected as well as Optimus Prime, Ironhide and the others, after all… and it looks like the experience didn’t get better after a second time. Did he not deserve a second chance? Did he not do enough? He went back, and received even more pain. Death. Death, all around him. The Wreckers. The Dinobots. His friends. Arcee. Was this his punishment? Was this his punishment for dealing with forces he could not control? Was this his punishment for deserting Roadbuster and Whirl?

No. Impossible. Springer did not believe in fate. Springer did not believe that Primus controls all of their actions. Primus, after all, was an arrogant prick who possessed Xaaron.

Again, was this his punishment? Were the only ones allowed to muck around with the fate of the universe Optimus Prime and Hot Rod and whatever Decepticon leader happened to be nearby? Was a mere brawler like him too insignificant in the eyes of fate? Was this his punishment for daring to interfere?

And where the hell were his Spirit Guides and whatnot?

Springer turned around. Behind him, more white. He turned around again. More. White.

“Eesh, pipe down. You know, just because you think you have a nice soprano voice doesn’t mean you get to sing in the heavenly choir.”

Springer turned around and saw the origin of his voice, and his frustrated face broke into a smile. The whiteness behind him had changed… and in its place was a bar. A bar, sitting in the expanse of white nothingless. Behind the bar was the ever-familiar face of Maccadam, mixing drinks as if the near-empty bar in the middle of nowhere was a crowded stop. The bar was empty barring the one who spoke, the ever-familiar, gangly figure of Whirl, who was idly dipping his claw into his drink, single yellow eye looking nonchalantly at Springer.

“Whirl! What-” Springer bounded over towards the bar, and sat next to Whirl. Maccadam set down a glass in front of him.

“Eh, I’m dead, you’re sort-of kind-of dead, do the math, genius.” Whirl said as he lifted the glass and inspected the bubbling orange fluid inside it. “How the hell am I supposed to bloody drink this without a mouth?”

“Whirl, I’m- I’m sorry.” Springer said, optics downcast. “I should’ve saved you. Thunderwing-”

“Oh, in the name of Solomus’ hairy chin, stop blaming yourself for everything!” Whirl laughed jovially. “I’m a Wrecker, you’re a Wrecker, dying’s like an occupational hazard. Ain’t nothing that you could’ve done.

“But… I ran away from the Autobots.” Springer said. “I fought with Optimus Prime. I was… I was stupid. If I had…”

Whirl waved his hands wildly into the air, tossing the drink over the bar and smashing onto the wall. Maccadam went and cleaned it without a word. “Oh, stop beating yourself up for something you have nothing to do with, that’s kind of that emo Pretender jet’s shtick. Seriously, didn’t you get some closure for that when Roadbuster punched your face in?”

“I suppose so.” Springer said, eyes downcast. “But… but I can’t save you. I can’t save Blurr, or Twin Twist. Or Arcee.” Springer’s optics brightened up. “Are they here too?”

“Lookie here, Springie, not every one of us can pull a Starscream and roam the world as an ethereal, possessing ghost. I called a favour and set up this meeting with you. And, well, by the way, you’re still alive.” Whirl said as Maccadam placed another drink in front of him.

“A favour? From who?”

“Why Maccadam of course.”

“Maccadam? But… he’s a bartender in the Border Regions.” Springer glanced at the bearded blue mechanoid, who gave no indication that he heard any part of their conversation.

“He also runs the local bar beyond the pearly gates. Don’t you remember? Oh, right. Memories fuzz over after rebirth and stuff.” Whirl shook his head. “Point is, well, Impactor, Arcee and the others, they sent me over to tell you this… you did well. You fought Thunderwing and Starscream, against all odds… though I can’t see why you got more recognition over me, I fought Thunderwing and got killed too, but I suppose I’m not being all wishy-washy about it. See, Springer… stop looking for redemption. You earned that long ago. And stop blaming yourself… or thinking that things are your fault. You’re the bloody leader of the Wreckers, damn it! Not… not some lame Minibot like Huffer!”

“So you’re trying to set my mind at peace?” Springer chuckled. “So… you forgive me?”

“What, for deserting the Autobot cause? You clueless- we forgave you long ago. That’s what friends are for. Let me ask you. Did you ever forgive Optimus Prime for killing you?” Whirl asked.

“I… suppose so, yeah.” Springer said, words coming out of his mouth. “It was… circumstances. I was angry, and pissed, but deep down… I know. I know I had forgiven Optimus Prime. I know I was running away not because I was angry with Optimus, but-” Springer stopped.

“But you’re scared of dying again. But… you’re too manly and Wreckery to admit that.” Whirl finished. “Sheesh, I can read you like a book and I only have one eye. What does pinkie pie see in you anyway?”

Springer ignored the jibe about Arcee and nodded glumly. “How did you know?”

“Because, like you, everyone is scared of death.” Whirl told Springer. “Even suicidal ol’ Whirl. Although, well, worst case scenario happened, and a second death isn’t actually quite that bad, yeah?” Whirl shrugged. “Fear or not, you’ve faced it. I do hope you’ve realized that you have always been a hero, whether you’re being a wuss about it or not. Impactor’s proud of you, Kup’s proud of you… nobody’s perfect, Springer. No one is immune from fear. Not Optimus, or Hot Rod, or Impie, or you. Well, I am, but that’s not the point.”

Springer nodded as he gulped down his drink. “You’re more annoying dead than alive, you know that?”

“Well, until you guys send Thunderwing to this side, someone has to take over the jerkass level.” Whirl replied. “You good, buddy?”

“Yeah.” Springer said, downing the last of his drink. “Yeah, I’m good. This is goodbye, then?”

“Occupational hazard, remember? We’ll be seeing each other soon enough. Arcee sends her love, by the way, but it’s too mushy and frankly pretty disturbing for robots to have lovey-dovey stuff, plus I don’t have a mouth to deliver her kiss to you. So before you ask any questions, we’ll leave in… three… two… one.” All the white turned into bright blue.

The same bright blue that coloured the light that once tore through Springer's body and extinguished his life, the same painful light was now soothing and calm, as was its original purpose. And Springer embraced it.

Whirl laughed out loud, and both he and the bar faded away, consumed by the blue... and as the echoes of Whirl's jovial laughter disappeared, Springer felt… peace. All the weight, all the guilt… removed. Gone.

He was free.

Warcry
2012-11-22, 05:07 AM
Hoist's Shuttle

(OOC: I can't remember the specifics anymore, just that he's generally had the shit kicked out of him).

"Me fight with Thunderwing. Lots of them. Him hit hard," Sludge told Searchlight.

The Dinobot hobbled over to the slab and said, "Thanks, Hoist. Me no let Constructicons near with tools. Me no trust anyone who things green and purple good colour scheme."

He relaxed as Hoist started tending to him, but told the medic, "Me Sludge have headache in whole body. Also, think me got some dino parts ripped off. But Snarl take good care of Sludge. Him good friend." The Dinobot thought for a minute before backpedalling. "Him only friend, Sludge think. Slag and Swoop dead. Grimlock no answering either."
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Snarl shrugged. "Yeah, Sludge watched a lot of TV back on Earth. Wouldn't surprise me if he picked it up there. Your buddy Rampage still around? He could probably tell you."

He got an annoyed expression on his face. "Earth. What a pit. I hated the damn place, and I'm so glad I never have to go back. I'll never forgive it for this stupid animal mode."

He shook his head. "Don't get me started on tapes, Brawl. At least people know who yours are. Try and remember which one's Rewind and which is Eject without looking it up. Or Rosanna and Flip-Sides. Well, okay, that last one's easy. Rosanna's the one who didn't kill herself after shooting Hot Rod. But you know what I mean."

He nodded to Grimstone as the other Dinobot walked in, glad to see him safe after so many of their number had fallen.

"Are you planning to stay?" he asked. "As much as Grimlock didn't like training you newbies, you're a good soldier and I'm afraid I've got a serious shortage of Dinobots right now."
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"I'm done," Scrapper told Shockwave. "The operating system patches are uploading to the modified pods as we speak."

"Sometimes I wonder why we deal with him at all," he agreed with Bonecrusher. "The war's over now. He can retire to some secluded lab somewhere and never have to deal with actual people ever again."
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"Are we ever truly free?" Shuttle Gunner asked, not realizing that he was vocalizing a question that had been pondered unsuccessfully by every sentient species to ever arise in the galaxy (with the possible exception of the Skuxxoids, who didn't even like to speak the word). "Whether we are enslaved or not, whether we are commanded or not, we are still driven to follow our core programming."

He considered what Darkjet had to say, then shrugged indifferently. "I'm afraid his passing gives me no satisfaction. I do not mourn him, and his death is a positive since he can no longer harm innocents, but it won't bring back Great Cannon or Leyland. But be that as it may, I harbour no hatred for you two Predators. You were victims of Thunderwing as much as anyone else."
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Battlefield

"Didn't you spend most of that fight get beaten up by Jazz?" Octopunch asked testily, clearly not wanting to relive the experience the way Stranglehold did.
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"We could so tell," Ramjet told Thundercracker. "He's got some grey parts, normally. If we don't see 'em we'll know to shoot."
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Northern Border

"Peace?" Blast Master laughed. "It's just a word to me."

"To all of us," Phaser added. "How many Autobots and Decepticons were born into war? How many of us died knowing nothing but? Too many."
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Birdbrain laughed. "Just let me know when," he told Slog. "I've got a free Pretender shell I'm not doing anything with, any time you want to take a psychedelic trip into the nether realms."

Wildfly scowled. "Stop using bid words!"
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"You."

Once the fighting had died down and he'd delivered his wounded friends to the hospital, Sideswipe had headed north toward Prime's last known location. He'd been hoping to find Prowl or some other authority figure and maybe figure out what was going on.

What he'd found instead was Bludgeon.

His hand drifted unconsciously toward the blade that he kept sheathed on his hip, the blade he'd started carrying for the express purpose of killing the skeletal samurai when next they met...and then it fell back down to his side.

"By all rights I should kill you for what you did to me," he said, but there was no conviction behind his words. Just a dissatisfied confusion. He'd expected to be ecstatic when he finally got the chance to face down his killer, but now that the moment was here he felt nothing.
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The Lunatic Fringe

"Release it's--" Cyclonus's expression turned to one of panic. "Prime, I don't think you know of what you speak. "This Matrix isn't just a weapon. It's made of destruction. Just like releasing your Matrix's power can heal or create life, releasing the power of this Matrix could have...disastrous effects."

Nevertheless, he reached out and took the handle of the Matrix as Optimus offered it to him.

It's deemed me worthy? I suppose it has, at that. But is that a compliment? It exists to kill, to destroy, to unmake. If I'm worthy of that sort of power, what does that say about me? What sort of person does it make me?

"You speak the truth, Optimus," Cyclonus said at last. "This Matrix did choose me to wield it. It thought I would unleash it's destructive power on the galaxy like Galvatron before me."

The Decepticon, the last of Unicron's creations, looked down at the Matrix and smiled.

"It was wrong. And at the end of it all, so are you. It's not a difficult choice at all. Unicron and Primus -- my creator and yours -- are gone. Their war is over, and their weapons are obsolete. The time of the Decepticon Matrix has passed. It now falls to me to put it beyond the reach of would-be tyrants, now and forever. But I can't simply open it, or blast it. I know what I must do, Optimus. But I can't do it alone."
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"So it would appear," Spinister agreed with Misfire. "But be that as it may, we..."

He scowled, looking down at Springer, who he'd carried out of the building. Something had changed in the Autobot when the Matrix pulse passed, but he wasn't sure he could pinpoint what.

"I suspect we may be too late," he told his fellow Targetmaster, feeling a rush of inexplicable sadness at the prospect of losing the Autobot who had been, for all intents and purposes, his arch-enemy during his time as Mayhem Attack Squad leader.

"But it doesn't matter," he decided. "Springer was a proud warrior. He deserves better than to be left to bleed out on the sidewalk."

Spinister transformed to helicopter mode and lifted the Autobot into the air with tow cables.

"If we can't save him, we'll at least ensure he gets a proper interment."

Blackjack
2012-11-25, 06:56 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

“Sounds painful.” Searchlight told Sludge, then bit his tongue (metaphorically, of course) when he realized most of Sludge’s friends are dead. Searchlight then considered himself lucky only to have Freeway mortally damaged…

Less unlucky, anyway. Searchlight didn’t feel particularly lucky to see his friend damaged so, nor was he pleased to see Sludge losing more than he did.

“Sorry to hear that, Sludge. I really am.” Searchlight told Sludge very sincerely. “We’re… we’re your friends too, Sludge. Right, Hoist? We’re Autobots. We take care of each other.”
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Constructicon Hospital

“Rampage? Last heard the Predacons joined up with Megatron’s brood. Hope they’re smart enough to get out of Polyhex before it went big badda boom.” Brawl told Snarl. “Between you and me, I always thought the Predacons would be a bunch of losers like the Stunticons if it weren’t for Razorclaw. Divebomb’s probably the only one of the goons who’s got any sort of brains. All of them are good hunters and fighters, of course, but, well, in case you ever run into them again, all you have to do is to get Razorclaw out of the equation, then beat up the goons.” Brawl chuckled. “What am I saying? I’m trying to lecture a Dinobot how to knock down Decepticons. Silly me.”

Brawl frowned. “So why didn’t you change back into a vehicular form once you got the chance? Why stay with the beast mode at all?” The Combaticon shrugged. “Rewind’s the one that goes splunk and Eject is the one that goes crack. I know that… wait, assassinate Hot Rod? Is he all right?”

Grimstone chuckled and pointed at the Combaticon insignia emblazoned proudly next to the bright-red Autobrand. “As tempting as the offer is, I have to stay here, Snarl. It’s mushy, but I left Iacon for a reason… these people need me. The dream and all that. But… if you ever need help, anywhere, any time, I’ll come, Combaticon or no.” The shorter Dinobot shrugged, “Like I said, though, Rapticon, Terranotron, Airraptor and the whole lot are still around. I think I even saw that ankylosaurus chap, what’s-his-name.”
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Bonecrusher nodded, “How did we get stuck wit’ each ‘ther, anyway? I don’t seem like th’ type o’ guy that’ll hang around someone like Hook, yet here we are.”

“We’ve got multiple origin stories, my simple-minded friend.” Hook said as he covered the panel to the last stasis pod. “And considering how many times we have been rebuilt due to our veracity and indispensable skills to the Decepticon cause, our memories on our origin before the Crystal City event have blurred somewhat.”

“Pretty sure we upgraded th’ big Meg before he led th’ ‘Cons.” Bonecrusher said. “That was before Crystal City.”

“Can’t remember how I met you guys, which is strange.” Long Haul told the others. “Although I can safely say Hook was always a prick.”

“Insults! How childish.” Hook scoffed. “And, Scrapper, to answer your question – I am a surgeon, not some mere experimental lackey happy to stay locked up in Kimia and devise doomsday weapons or the like. I am a surgeon, and my field of art is the Cybertronian body. I simply do not wish to deal with idiots.”
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“Who knows?” Tinker told Shuttle Gunner. “Core programming? Yeah, it influences you, at least. But are you not free to disregard what your core programming tells you? Are you not free to make your own choices? Are you not here by choice?”

Darkjet shrugged, “We are all victims of Thunderwing, even Skyquake, Falcon and the others. They are idiots, come to think of it, lured by Thunderwing’s powers. I won’t be surprised if it ended up that they were controlled by Thunderwing’s artifact.” The young Imperial waved his hand at the wasteland. “All of this was his fault, you know. And this wasn’t just it. Who knows what damages the sleeper agents did? And we did wipe out several neutralist Transformer colonies on the way here…” Darkjet sighed. “A Junkion colony got wiped out, and so was a colony near the Darhos system. Those were the ones I participated in, anyway.”
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Battlefield

“Eh, I prefer to remember Bludgeon getting dragged along through a river by a pint-sized Autobot.” Stranglehold told Octopunch. “Funniest thing that’s ever happened in my life.”
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Thundercracker chuckled, “If you say so, Ramjet.”
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Northern Border

“Defined by words, everything is.” Slog told Blast Master. “Autobot? Decepticon? Good? Evil? Peace? War? Words. Mere words.” The Pretender glanced at Wildfly. “Big words, small words, mean something, they all do. Interpret words differently, people do. Peace. An ideal? A goal? Through tyranny, achieve peace. Megatron’s motto.”

Slog pointed at his Decepticon insignia. “Strive for peace, Megatron did. Strive for peace, Optimus Prime also did. The right of all sentient beings, freedom is. Through freedom, achieve peace. Imperials, through assimilation and unity, achieve peace.”

“A mere word, peace may be. Yet fight for it, everyone does. Die for peace, people did. Fight for peace, people did.” Slog glanced at Wildfly again, “some present company excepted, of course.”
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Bludgeon’s hollow optics regarded Sideswipe, and his skull face almost cracked into a smile as the Autobot reached for the blade on his hip. So much rage… so much hatred… so much raw, unbridled pain, and yet he had so much confusion, so many mixed emotions. Thankfully, he did not attack. If he did, well, Bludgeon had no doubts he would end up wearing Sideswipe’s had as a trophy again.

Sideswipe had been… a worthy opponent for an ordinary soldier.

Barrage and Take-Off had pulled out their sidearms and aimed them at Sideswipe. “Just give the word, sir!” Take-Off yelled, almost livid in his enthusiasm. Barrage merely pointed his weapons with professional detachment.

Bludgeon raised his hand. “That will not be necessary.” He whispered, voice soft as ever. “Barrage, lead the charge in my stead. I will handle this.” Barrage lowered his weapon, nodded, and gestured to the moving Decepticon army and moved towards where the light had came from.

The Mayhem Attack Squad commander let out a soft chuckle. “So much confusion I sense in you, Autobot. Still feel raw over your death, do you?” Bludgeon’s optics narrowed. “I sense some sorrow… and rage as well, although not all the rage is directed at me… nor at the Imperials. Rage, mixed with… disappointment. Someone else, maybe? Someone close to you?” Bludgeon tilted his head to one side. “Your yellow brother. He is not with us here, is he?”
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The Lunatic Fringe

“Can’t the Matrix just revive him or something? It’s like the super magic bauble, right?” Misfire asked Spinister as he flew alongside his mentor. “The Constructicons set up shop somewhere near the old business sector, best bet is to bring them there.”

Warcry
2012-11-30, 05:46 AM
Hoist's Shuttle

"Autobots friends? Sludge suppose so." The Dinobot frowned, his limited intellect struggling to express what he was trying to say. "But not same way that Dinobots friends. You no think of Sludge like friend the same way you think of Rollbar, right? Searchlight understand?"
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Constructicon Hospital

Snarl shrugged. "Don't really know them," he said indifferently. "Swoop and Divebomb had that whole 'name' thing a few years ago, but other than that...they were always too busy getting beat up by Sky Lynx for us to bother with."

The Dinobot had asked himself the same question that Brawl had just posed, but never come up with a good explanation for it. Or at least, not one that he was able to put into words. "It's kind of hard to be a Dinobot when you turn into a tank," he said eventually. "You stuck with Onslaught until the bitter end, Decepticon, Autobot or Combaticon. You know where I'm coming from."

With a shrug, he said, "Hot Rod was fine, eventually. He's tough."

After Grimstone spoke, Snarl replied snarkily, "You mean Slapper? He's useless. Still better than Paddles, though. I suppose I'll take him."
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"No one cares," Scrapper told Hook bluntly.

Then in answer to Bonecrusher's origin question he said, "What nonsense are you people talking about? I distinctly remember Shockwave activating us using the last remnant of Matrix energy in Optimus Prime's severed head."

He cocked his head to one side.

"Which is odd, because I clearly remember fighting Defensor in the Tygun Span millions of years before that when we worked for Ratbat. Obviously that lunatic feline Glit damaged our memory tracks when he used that absurd 'ritual' of his to revive us in place of a safe, clinically-sound memory download."
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"How do you choose," Shuttle Gunner asked Tinker rhetorically, "except by following the values that your core programming places on different outcomes to the stimuli you encounter? Is 'free choice' just an illusion that we've made up to hide from the fact that we're nothing but advanced machinery?"

He sighed. "Thunderwing's death will be a boon to us all, Darkjet. On that, you and I agree wholeheartedly."
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Battlefield

"Don't tell him that," Octopunch warned Stranglehold. "He's going to be pissed off enough that you let your shell get blown up."
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"Well, if you think it's best we could shoot him a few times just in case," Ramjet told Thundercracker. "Don't think he'll like that, though. Plague or not that'd get me mad, s'all I'm sayin'."
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Northern Border

"Makes sense," Blast Master nodded.

Phaser scoffed. "Yeah, we'll have to agree to disagree on that," he told Slog. "The only peace Megatron was interested in was the peace of the grave. Not that he wasn't a good talker, in his day. He convinced a lot of good mechs to sign up on his side."

"Yeah?" Wildfly glared at Slog. "Well, you, you...shut up!"
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"Don't talk about my brother," Sideswipe spat at Bludgeon. "He's got nothing to do with it. This is between you and me.

"You think I'm raw because you slagged me? Bludgeon, I've been blown up more times than I can count by better mechs than you. We're soldiers. We fight. Sometimes we die. I get that." He narrowed his optics dangerously. "What you did went beyond that. You talk about honour and being a warrior. Where's the honour in carrying someone's head around like a trophy? In keeping it even after they've been revived? I expect that kind of crap from scum like Galvatron, not you. Your hypocrisy is sickening."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"If the Matrix wanted to save him that flash would have done it," Spinister told Misfire. "Clearly it's as indifferent to it's creations' fate as ever."

Once he'd gotten used to the other helicopter's mass, he started to slowly accelerate in the hospital's direction.

"Keep an eye out," he told his comrade. "I'm clearly not going to be able to fight like this."

Blackjack
2012-12-01, 04:49 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

Searchlight tilted his head, and was silent for a while.

Then he nodded, softly. "Yes, Sludge. I understand. But at least I... I... feel your pain." Searchlight pointed at the comatose Freeway. "I know it's not the same as... death... but, well, Freeway may as well be a vegetable for the rest of his life... and, well, even if it may sound hollow... right here, right now, we are all brothers in pain."
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Constructicon Hospital

Brawl shrugged at Snarl. "Never did get that. We've got multiple guys named Drench and Deluge and Barrage running around, don't we? We've got Combaticons named Crankcase and Icepick and Over-Run who are nothing like the ones we know... it's not like names mean anything particular. I mean, I think that Minicon over there, I think he's called Divebomb. And his orange buddy is Snarl, I think, come to think of it."

"Crankcase's a whiny piece of scrap, though." Grimstone said. "Doesn't mean he deserves to get munched by Scraplets. Poor bastard."

Brawl sighed. "Team solidarity, and all that. Suppose it's why Swindle stuck around with us even when we became a peacekeeping force... Suppose it's why a psychopath like Vortex and a violent thug like me stuck around Onslaught when we became Autobots, and then this..." Brawl snorted bitterly. "And I suppose I do believe in what Onslaught believes in, because he's dead now and both Blast Off and I are still taking orders from the bloody upsized midget."

"I'd say you're mushy, but I'm still sticking around when I could be hanging around with the big boys." Grimstone chirped.

"Hot Rod's fine. Good. I'd... well, I'd hate to see him die. He was a worthy opponent, a worthy leader and all that. Gives you a unique perspective, you know, having been on both sides."

Grimstone scoffed at the name. "Slapper? Really? That's his name? Huh. I'd expected something cooler. Like, like, oh, I don't know. Bazooka, Crazybolt, Killer Punch, something.... something but Slapper. It doesn't bring to mind a dinosaur! It's like a name you'd give a... a..."

"A frog?" Brawl offered.

"Exactly! Slapper totally sounds like the name you'd give a frog!"

"Never thought you Dinobots had so many members, though." Brawl told Snarl and Grimstone. "I mean, everyone knew about Grimlock, Slag, Sludge, Swoop and Snarl. And then there are some infamous ones... T-Wrecks, Striker, Skydive, Rapticon... Onslaught made us learn every Autobot, to know their weakness and stuff.... but I've never heard of this Paddles guy."
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"I was not elaborating for your benefit." Hook replied to Scrapper haughtily. "And it was the Tagan Heights, for your information, that our altercation with Defensor took place in, not the Tygun Span." (OOC: No, really.)

Bonecrusher pointed a finger as Scrapper reminded them of Shockwave's activation of them. "Ah, I remember tha'! Don't 'cha, Shockwave..." He frowned. "An' I remember Ratbat too. Huh."

"No, no, you guys got it wrong. I remember Devastator's first outing was in Crystal City, and we fought Omega Supreme. And we kind of trashed the city while we were doing it." Long Haul interjected. "Which is funny because I remember the other two events happening."

"Pretty sure we came to Earth when Megatron summoned us, us, us." Mixmaster offered. "After the whole return to Cybertron fiasco. We had to drill to the Ark and sabotage stuff and the Dinobots totally took us by surprise, surprise, surprise."

"You sure? Didn't we, uh, make Megatron at one point before the war? Or at least upgraded him?" Long Haul ventured.

"Ah remember us constructing his gladiator rings an' ev'rything. Which is weird 'cause I also remember us vividly getting life on Earth." Bonecrusher shook his head. "Frag it, I'm confused!"

Hook slapped his own head. "This is pretty distressing news, indeed, for I remember each of those origins... and more. I concur, Scrapper, that bogus doctor Glit has much to answer for..."
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"An illusion? Only if you overthink it and second-guess every choice you make. Which then you end up an emotionless shell like big boss over there." Tinker gestured vaguely at Shockwave. "Me, I just roll with it. If it's caused by the values my core programming forces on me? Well, at least it agrees with me... or I agree with it. But at least I am not forced to follow a dictated code... which was what the bloody squiddies wanted for us."

"True that." Darkjet told Shuttle Gunner. "And, advanced machinery... well, let me tell you this, Shuttle... you used to work for the Quintessons. When you... switched sides to the Decepticons... what compelled you to do so?"
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Battlefield

Stranglehold blanched. "He would? Oh dear. It wasn't my fault! And... and... oh, we left Fangry and Black Convoy behind, didn't we? Oh dear. Bludgeon is going to get so pissed."
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"Mmm, true." Thundercracker replied indifferently to Ramjet. "We wouldn't want him to get mad at us."
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Northern Border

"Know that, back then, we did not." Slog told Phaser and Blast Master. "Regret it, I do. A grand war, Megatron's speeches, did not imply. A new rule, a new beginning, an era free of segregation, was what was promised. Had to be there. Understand it, you might not. War, wasteful. A waste! Believe in the ideal, believe in 'peace through tyranny', but not literal it was supposed to have meant! A symbolism! A symbolism, to mock the Senate, to mock corruption, by portraying tyranny as a better alternative. Meant it literally, never imagined a charismatic one such as Megatron would."

Slog sighed. "By the time known, Megatron's true intentions are, too much blood had been spilled to go back. Grudges, too deep. Hatred. Violent ones, such as Wildfly. Impossible to have peace, not without crushing the other side. To Decepticons, only way, that seemed to be. Alternative would be to surrender and to have freedom robbed. Only now, was coexistence even possible. Too much bad blood! Had to be there. Regret it, I do... no way to wash sins now, but to rebuild."
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Bludgeon scoffed. "How tragic. You deny it, but to someone such as myself it is evident. The amount of hate you directed at me, your murderer is less than the amount of hate that you exuded when I mentioned your brother. But so be it, then."

Bludgeon twirled his blade around his hand. "Honour? You and I have different concepts of honour. You were a... worthy fighter. You showed great spirit, an unyielding one, before I killed you. For those opponents, I save the best honour an enemy of a Metallikato master would have... to have their heads displayed proudly in memory of their fight. Those who had fought bravely yet still fall onto my blade... I keep their heads... and the memories of their fights... safe. A reminder not to let my guard down. A reminder of worthy opponents. Few ranked there. Catilla. Moonfang. Deadshot. Sixrun. Blood-Dagger. Jabberwock." (OOC: Catilla aside, I made up some names. Bludgeon didn't kill a lot of people.)

"Our definition of honour may be different. But you showed no grudge for defeat, which I admire." The Pretender narrowed his optics. "Carrying it around... your head was just smaller than the others and easier to carry around. But I do admit it was distasteful when you returned back to life... the old edicts did not really take resurrection into account. And for that, and for the benefit of the continued alliance, I do apologize. I do not believe the good Lieutenant Commander will be as accommodating if I were to carry your head as a necklace again."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"Always thought it was that ass Primus that is indifferent to our fate." Misfire replied to Spinister. "The Matrix is just magic voodoo energy or some slag. Isn't it?"

Misfire armed his weapons as he moved next to Spinister. "Aren't Singe and Zigzag able to aim independently of you? Isn't that the whole point of Targetmasters? Being partnered with a useless flesh slug means I kind of never got the point."

Warcry
2012-12-03, 06:38 AM
Hoist's Shuttle

Sludge looked over at Freeway and frowned. "Me Sludge sorry, Searchlight. Me no see him there. Me hope him get better. Me Sludge always like Freeway. Him play pranks on Slag, then always have to run away and hide."

His expression grew darker. "I guess him never do that again, even if survive."
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Constructicon Hospital

Snarl frowned. "Well, it's a good thing I'm not Swoop then," he said to Brawl. "I don't really want to death-duel a Minicon tiger."

He listened to what the Combaticon and Grimstone had to say about what they were doing in Protihex, and started to wonder about what he and the other Dinobots -- real ones and halfassed replacements like Slapper or Striker or Triceradon -- would do now that the war was over. He wanted them to stick together, sure, but would they? Or would they go their separate ways one by one the way Grimstone was? Snarl didn't know. He didn't want to worry about it, but until Grimlock walked in through the door worrying about it was his job.

"Slapper got laughed at a lot on that mission we took to England," Snarl said. "I guess they didn't think it was much of a Dinosaur name, either. Then again, they laughed at Slag too."

He shook his head, wincing as he thought of Paddles. "The guy was too dumb to live," he said. "And on a team where Sludge and Slag thrive that's saying something. I'm pretty sure Grimlock killed him when no one was looking, actually, now that I think about it."
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"Enough!" Scrapper said to his fellow Constructicons, holding up his hands in frustration. "Obviously the feline is guilty of serious malpractice and we'll have to hunt him down and make him pay for it. Once we capture him, we'll force him to discuss politics with Hook until he commits suicide. But we've got a job to do right now, and inaccurate reminiscences will only get in the way.
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Shuttle Gunner's forehead creased. "I don't know how not to think about things like that," he said. "If I could live life blissfully unaware of our core nature as synthetic, programmed beings believe me, I would. But I was a Quintesson servant. I saw them create Transformer life and program it it suit their needs. If I don't question my actions and thoughts, how do I know that I'm not simply following the path they laid out for me when I was a slave?"

He shook his head when Darkjet posed his question. "I didn't choose to switch sides," he corrected the Predator. "No more than you chose to when Cyclonus spared your lives and sent you here. I was merely...swept up in events, like you were. Sandstorm and a group of rebels attacked and overran the Quintesson base I was stationed at. They liberated all the Transformers there, myself included. But my Quintesson makers didn't program me for loyalty, only obedience...so I stayed and obeyed the station's new masters. I never consciously chose to defect, and I didn't even start to think of the Decepticons as anything other than a new set of masters for several months."
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Battlefield

Octopunch shrugged. "Actually," he told Stranglehold, "I'm pretty sure that his happiness that Fangry is finally dead will outweigh his annoyance that Fake Optimus went with him. Frankly, I'm glad their both dead. Fangry was a jerk and the other one just creeped me out."
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Ramjet laughed at Thundercracker. "Oh, I couldn't care less 'bout that. It'd prob'ly be funny, actually. I just figger it'll go over bad with Dirge if we have to say 'Sorry Thrust couldn't make it, we hospitalized him for shits and giggles'. Am I right?"
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Northern Border

"Lotta death over a symbol," Blast Master told Slog. "That's all I'm saying. You'd think someone would have done something about it before now."

Phaser gave him a look. "We'd better get going, though," he said. "Get in the sky, and all that. It was nice talking to you, Slog."

The two Autobot Micromasters transformed, combined and flew off. Wildfly watched them go, then said cheerily. "They were nice! Why didn't we shoot them?"

"You're really hopeless, you know that?" Birdbrain told him.

"Proud of it, too!"
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"I don't hate Sunstreaker," Sideswipe told Bludgeon firmly. He was surprised to find that he actually meant it, too. "I'm disappointed in Sunstreaker. He made bad choices. I don't agree, and it makes me angry, but I don't hate him. If you had family, you'd understand the difference."

Bludgeon surprised him, then, by actually apologizing for what he'd done. "I wasn't looking to hear "I'm sorry" from you," he said, "but apology accepted. I doubt I'll ever understand you or your kind, or you mine, but I'm pretty sure we're supposed to be trying these days." He cocked his head to one side, adding, "But just for the record? If we fight again I'll be taking your head off this time. Not the other way around. I'd--"

He trailed off, frowning. "Wait, you killed Moonfang? Sunstreaker always claimed he did that."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"Singe and Hairsplitter," Spinister corrected Misfire, "are only as good as their line of fire. Shooting through Springer's body would put the lie to our attempts to bring him to safety, I think." His voice took on an amused tone. "Also, flamethrowers and precision lasers are less than ideal weapons for an aerial dogfight."

zigzagger
2012-12-04, 06:48 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

Optimus Prime nodded. "Of course," he told Cyclonus, his tone warm and sincere. "And I will gladly assist you. What would you have me do?"

---

Meanwhile outside, the Autobot response team had been keeping watch when, from the back entrance of the hideout, came Spinister and Misfire.

The former was carrying a limp form in his arms, whom Prowl instantly recognized as Springer.

"Um, sir?" Backstreet inquired. "Someone just exited the building."

"I know," Prowl answered, seemingly indifferent to the departing Decepticons.

In truth, the General was not so much concerned why the Triplechanger was there in the first place, but rather the repercussions in the event Springer had truly passed.

The former-Wrecker was Prowl's subordinate, having been assigned the title of 'chargé d'affaires'. A meaningless designation that in reality was part of a greater deception. One that only Smokescreen and himself knew of.

"But, sir, your orders were to...?"

"I know," he emphasized.

Prowl glanced over at Ultra Magnus* -- an Autobot who held similar rank as him and, at one time, was Springer's Commanding Officer. Indeed, he was in a precarious position.

(OOC: * - We're just going to assume he already showed up off-page.)

The General then brought his gaze back to the now-airborne Targetmasters and placed a finger over his audio receptor. "Attention, Decepticon fliers," he radioed. "This site is under military surveillance. I must...respectfully request that you land."

"Furthermore," Prowl added, "the soldier that you are transporting belongs to us. Please return him."
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Constructicon Field Hospital

Shockwave examined the control panel alongside one of the re-purposed stasis pods, confirming what Scrapper had told him.

"Modifications recognized," he said. "Exemplary work. Mixmaster; the enzymes, if you would...?"

(OOC: Mixmaster is cooking up the next batch, isn't he?)

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Hoist's Shuttle

Hoist peered over Sludge's shoulder. "I'm -- I'm sorry to hear about Swoop and Slag," he told the Dinobot, dolefully. "Truly, truly sorry. I'll miss Swoop, especially. And while I can't claim to understand the bond you share with the Dinobots, we were all family back on Earth. It still hits close to home."

The Autobot mechanic lowered his optics and brought his laser scalpel to an exposed section above Sludge's shoulder blade.

"But don't lose hope," said continued. "Grimlock's still unaccounted for. He may just show up yet. I mean, it's Grimlock, for Primus sake."

Warcry
2012-12-05, 07:06 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

"This," Cyclonus looked down at the Decepticon Matrix in his hands, "is too dangerous to continue to exist. But if we tried to destroy it, the potential harm could be catastrophic. My only thought would be to throw it into a black hole, but a mission like that is too dangerous to undertake alone."

He looked away from the Matrix and up at Optimus.

"The Matrix has hurt all sides, and getting rid of it is a task that should be shared by Autobot, Decepticon and Imperial alike. I intend to ask some of my most reliable Decepticons to join me on my mission, and also some surviving Predators that I've granted asylum to. I was hoping that you would extend the offer to your Autobots as well. It would be dangerous -- the galaxy is still overrun with disorganized Imperial remnants, Quintesson factions and countless alien groups with good reason to hate Transformers. But if a mixed crew with mixed leadership could succeed at a mission like this, it could be the beginning of a new era for Autobot and Decepticon alike."

The Decepticon shrugged.

"And to be perfectly honest, if the crew was willing I'm not sure I'd want to come back once the job was done. My spark tells me that I can do more good for the Decepticons out there than I ever could if I stayed on Cybertron and played politics. And I have a feeling I'm not the only one who would feel that way."
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"This is Air Commander Spinister. There are issues with your request," the Targetmaster replied, assuming his most officious tone in reply to Prowl's own. "First, I'm transporting your soldier to the hospital in the hope that he can still be saved. Second, even if you could give orders to Decepticon troops -- you can't -- you don't outrank me. Finally, if you're here for 'surveillance' you should already know that the confrontation you came here to surveil ended almost five minutes ago. Optimus Prime and Cyclonus are currently deciding the future of our race -- without your input, I might add. So you have better things to do than pester me.

"Or to answer bluntly: request denied. Your comrade may yet survive, though the odds are razor slim. Whatever you have to say, you can say just as easily over the comm. Unless, that is, you prefer Springer dead..."
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Ultra Magnus scowled in Prowl's direction as the other Autobot started talking to the two Decepticons. He was glad that he wasn't in his super robot mode, though, because his faceplate hid the reluctant smile of approval that Spinister's reply drew out of him in spite of Springer's grim condition. After the horrors he'd seen over the last few days -- hell, the last few millennia -- Magnus found that he was growing numb to the pain of losing even close comrades. Or maybe his schadenfreude at Prowl's dressing-down from one of the enemy was just overwhelming it for the time being.

After so many years in a position of power, he thought, It's amazing how bad of a diplomat he is. Magnus's hidden smile grew a little deeper. Just like me, I suppose.
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Hoist's Shuttle

"Me Sludge no think so," the Dinobot told Hoist. "War over, right? But Grimlock, him warrior. What him do without war? People probably try to make him poly...poola...try and make him talky-leader. Him no want that. If him Grimlock alive, you no hear from him again until him needed for fight. Me Sludge do same, if me Sludge was boss Dinobot."

He winced as Hoist went to work on his damaged shoulder, but didn't flinch away from the pain. He was a big, tough Dinobot after all. He could handle a little pain.

zigzagger
2012-12-11, 07:13 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

"No, Cyclonus, you are not," said Optimus Prime. "It is something I had considered since before the beginning of this conflict. As well as my role in perpetuating it--

"Besides," he added. "there are others, as you say, in need of our guidance. Who am I to refuse them?"

The Autobot Leader placed his hand on Cyclonus's back. "I will readily join you," Optimus told him, "and see your quest to its end."

---

Prowl narrowed his optics. "Then grant me this," he told Spinister. "Springer, the soldier you are transporting, is my envoy. He must receive proper care. If you will not heed my words, then may I request that you transport him to The Aesculapius? It is an Autobot medical frigate."

The General signaled to Crossblades and Gunrunner, pointing to the Decepticon Targetmasters.

"My fliers will escort you."

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Hoist's Shuttle

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," said Hoist, all the while tending to Sludge's rotator. "Certainly can't picture him settling down and going into politics, either. Where do you think he's going to go?"

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Ground Zero

A harsh wind swept through the plain, kicking up a wave of sediment.

The battlefield was silent, frozen in the aftermath. Autobot, Decepticon, Combaticon, Neutral, Protihexian; death made no distinction. The lifeless lay strewn across the land, broken and stripped of dignity and purpose.

In spite of this, however, somehow life would persist. Among the fallen, a lone warrior would be spared.

Grimlock's awoke to find himself face-down against metal and ash. His sword was still gripped in his hand.

He grunted. "A-Alive?"

Grimlock slowly climbed his feet, using his blade to heave himself up. Around him, the bodies of 20 -- perhaps 25 -- Imperial infantrymechs lay dead. Their charred condition told the Autobot all he needed to know. "Mmm, right. Me remember now."

As the Dinobot Leader extended his gaze further, he would come to notice the bodies of soldiers other than Imperial. There were Autobots and Decepticons, as well. The dead had not yet been collected in this area. There were no ships scouring the grounds for the unaccounted.

When Grimlock looked to the sky he soon discovered why. Not far off from where he stood, a sinister red cloud hung overhead. The Dinobot Leader was not certain of its nature, but instinct told him not to venture any closer.

But, what was perhaps the most alarming, was that the terrain was silent. He could hear no sounds of combat.

A quick check of Grimlock's comlink affirmed that the battle had been won.

Also -- his Dinobots were looking him.

As per protocol, the Trion would conduct a routine sweep for vital signatures and active com channels. Grimlock would eventually be categorized as "online", whether he wanted to be or not. Word would get back to his Dinobots that he had survived. For now, that would have to be enough.

And what would he tell them had he answered their calls? Hopefully, they would have enough sense to leave him be.

End of war mean only one thing.

The Dinobot Leader sheathed his sword to his back and turned away.

New age make me feel like throwback. Always knew this day come. Tried to deny it, but always knew. Just wasn't looking. Too busy doing what me -- and Dinobots -- were built to do. What we born into. It's all we know.

Not stand around and wait to be decommissioned. Made to feel ashamed, like dirty secret.

He walked away from ground zero, with no destination in mind. The battle has ended; Grimlock's role was done.

New Prime and Decepticons can have new world. Me only get in way and ruin things. It best for all of us.

--

Blackjack
2012-12-11, 10:47 AM
Hoist's Shuttle

Searchlight chuckled bitterly at Sludge’s reminiscence of Freeway and Slag, and then shook his head. “No, Sludge, I am sorry. It was… impolite of me.” Searchlight shook his head. “If you ask me, Grimlock’s probably beating up what’s left of the Imperial. Guy’s too powerful to die. Heck, I’m alive, aren’t I?”

He shrugged and idly picked up a chunk of damaged metal Hoist had extracted from him before. “Politics. Never did understand it. What do you think, Hoist? Almost my entire life’s been embroiled in war, I can’t really think what I’ll do once we get back to Iacon. I’ve never given it much thought, yeah? Chase always wanted to go back teaching, Freeway wanted to do stand-up comedy… but me, I’ve always actively hunted down military jobs, like that prison gig. Funny, isn’t it? Jittery little Throttlebot Searchlight, not ready to let go of war?”
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Constructicon Hospital

Brawl squinted. “He’s a tiger? Thought tigers were white. With polka-dot patterns. Or are those cheetahs? Eh, I can never tell Earthen wildlife apart. Heck, I can’t even tell Cybertronian wildlife apart.”

Grimstone chuckled. “Trust me. One of the Minibots told me why it was funny, and it’s not the fact that it’s not a dinosaur name. Or a giant killer robot name. Can’t believe Slag allowed the humans to get away with it at all, though, Primus rest his Spark.” Grimstone turned to Brawl. “Paddles is an Elasmosaur. Bloody unwieldy on land… he should’ve been graceful in the water, but he’s such an idiot it’s more likely that he gets his head twisted in a knot than anything.”

Brawl winced. “I… think we… well, that is to say, the Decepticons, may have caused his death. I vaguely remember some poor chap in Dinobot colours that the Seacons or Insecticons or someone attacked one day but we couldn’t figure which Autobot we killed.”

“Eh, that was the day before all those GPS trackers in our noggins, wasn’t it?” Grimstone asked, tapping his head. “The ones that tell us when we’re dead or alive or whatever?”

(OOC: Neither Grimstone nor Brawl is an Autobot anymore, whereas Searchlight’s not a high-ranking officer, so they probably can’t scan for Grimlock yet)
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Hook scoffed. “I do not appreciate you treating my sophisticated intellect as some sort of… of… barbaric, cruel and unusual form of torture! It is demeaning! And I do not preach politics either, I am a surgeon! A proud and mighty-”

Mercifully, Shockwave cut Hook off by addressing them. Hook shut up as per Decepticon protocol, and nodded.

From a corner, Mixmaster grinned in giddiness. “Scavenger’s materials are top-notch! Of course, all the dead bodies around and all the variants of metals found in our race means that it’s a piece of cake in order to obtain metals… not to mention that tissue samples of deactivated Hate Plague viruses are in major abundance, hee hee hee-”

Long Haul and Bonecrusher looked at each other, gave an exasperated sigh as Mixmaster ranted, before moving as one, taking the batches of anti-virus from Mixmaster’s table, and walking over to where Shockwave, Scrapper and Hook were. “We load them into the pods now, right, boss-people?” Long Haul asked.

“Bonecrusher, you brute- do- please be careful with those ampoules…” Hook said with a condescending scoff. Bonecrusher, having stuck with Hook for more than four million years, had learnt to tune out most of Hook’s angry comments, which saves them from much violence.
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Tinker grinned. “Well, maybe life’s an illusion. Maybe freedom’s an illusion. Maybe it’s not. But really, I was programmed to be an air fighter. All of us Seeker models are imprinted with an identical mindset once we were rolled out of Vector Sigma. That’s why we’re the ‘Seeker’ model, we seek out and destroy the enemy, whatever we are told to. But look at us now. Look at me now. I’m a mechanic. My late twin was an espionage agent. Commander Acid Storm was an intelligence agent. We choose our own paths.”

Darkjet shook his head. “If I stuck onto my… programming, so to speak… the moment Cyclonus spared my life, I would’ve shot him in the back with my DARK MISSILE LAUNCHER once he turns around. I would not have opened fire on Skydive, nor the Tidal-Wave-class titan.”

“And now, Shuttle Gunner? What do you think of the Decepticons now?” Tinker asked. “A cause? Kinsmen? A group to fall back to? Friends?” The Seeker shrugged. “I suppose I consider you one, now, for what it’s worth.”
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Battlefield

Stranglehold frowned. “Bludgeon always treated Black Battle… uh… Black Battle Prime? Black Battle Nemesis? Optimus? Doesn’t sound right. Eh. He always treated evil Optimus as some sort of… uh… what’s the word… padawan?” The Pretender stroked an imaginary beard. “I don’t like Fangry. Not sure why Bludgeon kept him around. Why would he keep idiots, right?”
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“We hospitalized him for shits and giggles.” Thundercracker repeated, then he laughed. He hadn’t laughed in a long, long time. Not since Skywarp died, not since Dirge was lost to them… it was a good feeling. Skywarp would’ve approved.

“Skywarp would’ve approved. Skywarp would’ve fired off several volleys by now, and I would’ve had to wrestle him down while you point and laugh.” Thundercracker said, “And Starscream would be screaming at us how we should kill Dirge and be done with it. And if Dirge were here too, he’d probably find the whole thing funny as well. ”
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Northern Border

“Powerful, symbols are.” Slog told Blast Master. “But more powerful, grudges are. Beliefs. Religion. Over dead comrades, people fight. At the same time, the dead, people forget. By the next fight, by statistics, blinded they are. Make people remember, Slogism, is supposed to. Turn Slogism into a propaganda tool, the Autobots do! Horrible, Decepticons are, respect for the dead, they do not! One of few who care for the forgotten dead, I am! Treat my art, as creepy decoration, most Decepticons do! Meaning, it has, simple meaning.”

Slog sighed, and waved as Blast Master and Phaser shot off. “Fare well, young ones.” Turning to Wildfly, Slog shook his head. “Shoot them? Allies, they are. Our allies.”
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“Hate and disappointment are not very far from each other.” Bludgeon told Sideswipe. “Believe me, I know hate. And whatever emotion it was supposed to be, you are radiating it. Hate your brother you may not, but you hate his choices. Hate the circumstances that turned him so.”

Bludgeon’s skeletal teeth pulled up slightly. “How do you know that I do not have family?” Other than that grin, however, his face betrayed nothing.

The Pretender shook his head. “I understand your kind all too well, but I doubt you will ever understand Metallikato and its code of honour… unless… you are interested in channeling that hate into a more productive art? My former apprentice has just been killed abroad the Warworld, and while Sixshot and Double Punch are promising candidates, I can always take another one under my wing.” Bludgeon chuckled, a chuckle that sounded guttural and hollow. “You can try, Autobot. I doubt there would be any difference.”

Bludgeon tilted his head. “One of yours, is Moonfang not? I might have killed a different Moonfang… or, like I said, he may have returned from the revolving door merely to die again.”
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The Lunatic Fringe

“So give Singe and Zigzag to me.” Misfire told Spinister. “I may not have binary-bonded with them, so our coordination would not be as good as they would be with you, but at least this way they can shoot… plus Aimless’ old attachment port is empty.”
Meanwhile outside, the Autobot response team had been keeping watch when, from the back entrance of the hideout, came Spinister and Misfire.

He received Prowl’s message at about the same time that his commander did, and had enough sense to allow Spinister to reply. However, he recognized the mounting tensions, and he did arm his ion cannons, just in case... it was unlikely for Spinister to engage in a dogfight, not when he made such a huge deal of Springer being the reason he could not engage in combat… but just in case.
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From a distance, Blitzwing arrived and transformed, merely observing as Cyclonus spoke with Optimus Prime. This felt… familiar, somehow. But without Galvatron? Peace might actually work out. True Decepticon honour might actually win out this time, instead of the madness Galvatron sew amongst his ranks, or the single-minded tyranny that Megatron wished.

Who would’ve guessed Galvatron’s bunny-eared punching bag would have been the new Decepticon leader? The one to make peace with Optimus Prime? Not Blitzwing, definitely.

He wanted to cry out loud, say something like, ‘and me as well’, but he thought it would ruin the moment.
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Ground Zero

Unneeded.

Unwanted.

Once he had been used, the others had ignored him. Which is actually logical. He was, after all, a war machine. A walking weapon of mass destruction. An obedient walking weapon of mass destruction, not like his schizophrenic Autobot counterpart.

Which is why they had left Sixshot alone once they had finished requiring his services of evac. Now the rest of the clean-up squad are doing their job – better than what Sixshot could. After all, none of his alternate modes included rescue helicopter or ambulance or transport truck.

So he had taken onto flying over the Hate Plague danger zone, waiting, watching, in hopes of some sort of action. Shockwave was busy. The Constructicons were busy. Bludgeon was confronting Sideswipe, last he saw. Thunderwing was under Optimus Prime’s boot, and Sixshot saw no need to intervene, lest he was engulfed in some sort of mystic energy explosion.

What would weapons do once the war is over? Sixshot had dreaded asking the question many times.

And he yearned for a stronger opponent… partially because he wished to meet his end in battle. Better to meet his end in blazing glory, dealing some kind of massive damage to an unstoppable enemy, rather than to be discarded and finally grind into a halt as some sort of obsolete, unused machine collecting dust in the corner.

What would he do? What would the others do, for that matter? What about Bludgeon? Or the Mayhem Attack Squad? Or the Wreckers? Or the Dinobots? Or the likes of his rivals… like Quick Switch or Pointblank or Ultra Magnus?

Sixshot saw a figure rising from the dead (the literal dead corpses, of course), and primed his hypersonic cannons half-heartedly. He had hoped he would be able to battle Magnus or Chromedome or the others once more, settle their score, collect some heads… and it was with bare enthusiasm when he took aim… and depowered his weapons.

Grimlock...

Yet another one who would fall into disuse once the war is over.

Chip1123
2012-12-12, 10:39 PM
Thrust caught sight of Thundercracker and Ramjet and hit his afterburners to catch up. He would definitely not be sneaking up on his old friends. "So..." He bellowed over the roar of his engines. "What's the plan for getting Dirge back?"

Warcry
2012-12-13, 06:23 AM
Hoist's Shuttle

Sludge almost shrugged, but restrained himself when he realized his shoulder was being worked on. "Me Sludge not know, Hoist. If me did, me go with him. But me suppose him want to be alone."

Looking over to Searchlight, Sludge told him, "It okay. Me Dinobot. Me not care about polite. Us still friends."
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Constructicon Hospital

Snarl shrugged. "I think that was Seasaur," he told Brawl. "We've had some horrible recruits over the years, come to think of it. Don't worry, you'll learn what that feels like in no time."
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"Yes, please," Scrapper told Long Haul. "Start loading, and make enough noise when you do that I can't hear Hook or Mixmaster ranting like idiots, please."
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Shuttle Gunner shrugged. "I don't think of the Decepticons as anything," he told Tinker after some thought. "They're just an abstract group of people with vaguely similar goals, continuing to operate as they always had in spite of the way the world has changed around them. However, you and Darkjet would clearly qualify as friends, much like Sandstorm and the rest of Battle Gaia."

"Aw...I didn't know you cared."

Shuttle Gunner jumped, then looked around to the table where his commander was lying. Sandstorm had turned his head and was looking at the trio of flyers, tired and groggy but clearly awake.

"You...function?" Shuttle Gunner wasn't equipped to smile but still managed to look like he was beaming. "That is agreeable."

"To you and me both," Sandstorm said with a chuckle, "believe me."
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Battlefield

"I'm not even going to touch that," Octopunch sighed. "What would we do without you, Stranglehold?"

He laughed.

"Anyway, I'm getting the boss's signal, so he's landed not too far away. Why don't we go track him down?"
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"You're probably right," Ramjet told Thundercracker. Then he sighed. "Warpypants was good people. Screamy, not so much. Miss 'em both, though."

When Thrust joined them, Ramjet looked at him and laughed. "Plan? Seriously? We've met before, right? My name's Ramjet and I fly into things head-first. Plans ain't exactly my thing. We're gonna go to Iacon an' see what happens."
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Northern Border

"But they're Autobots," Wildfly said to Slog, confused. "We shoot Autobots, right? I hope we shoot Autobots. Or have I been doing it wrong all these years? Maybe that's why you yell at me all the time."

This time Birdbrain couldn't help but laugh.
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Sideswipe was taken aback by Bludgeon's offer. "I'm flattered, but I'm not sure if that's the path for me," he told the Pretender. "I would enjoy being able to appear from nowhere and shoot fireballs from my hands, but I don't think I'd be joining for the right reasons." He shrugged. "Plus, I've never been big on the whole 'discipline' thing."

He scoffed. "No, you're right. Moonfang was an Autobot. But Sunstreaker was..." Sideswipe shook his head, a mix of exasperation and nostalgia on his face. "Sunstreaker was Sunstreaker. When they made him they broke the mold. Deliberately and in several places."

The Autobot car chuckled. "And these are words I never expected to say in the same sentence, but it's been good talking to you, Bludgeon. Take care, and try not to cut the head off of anyone I like. It'd be a shame if we had to have that rematch after all."

Sideswipe transformed and drove off, feeling inexplicably like a huge weight had been lifted off of him.
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The Lunatic Fringe

"Your insinuations are an insult to me, my fellow Decepticons and our alliance as a whole," Spinister told Prowl, his voice dripping with disdain. "But since you're beneath my contempt and not worth arguing with, I'll do as you ask. Spinister out."

He adjusted his course to head toward the Autobot frigate.

"You can stand down, Misfire," he told his fellow Decepticon. "Don't worry. In spite of what that arrogant relic might think, we're not going to get into a fight with his flyers. You won't need to worry about borrowing my Nebulans."

"Good!" Hairsplitter chimed in. "If you think I'm jumping onto another aircraft while you're both flying, you're insane!"

"Aww," Singe, on the other hand, was clearly disappointed. "But arrogant relic, eh? You, uh, do realize you sounded exactly like that about ten years ago?"

"Yes, Singe, I am painfully aware of that."
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Cyclonus smiled. "I feel better about our chances of success already, my friend," he told Optimus Prime. "And I--"

"N...no..."

Cyclonus looked down at Thunderwing, who was dragging his ruined body slowly toward the Targetmaster and Prime. "No. You ca...n't. You c--"

Before Cyclonus could even decide what to do with the broken fragment of a Transformer a crackling electrostatic burst hit Thunderwing in his centre of mass. The former Decepticon twitched a few times, then fell limp.

"Needlenose..." Cyclonus turned to look at the younger Targetmaster, a stern expression on his face. He was tempted to rebuke him for acting out of turn, but the truth was that Needlenose had known -- and been abused by -- Thunderwing for long than anyone else in the room. As much of an overreaction as it might have been, Cyclonus found it hard to judge him too harshly. "That wasn't strictly necessary, Needlenose."

"No sir," the other Decepticon agreed. "It probably wasn't."

Cyclonus held his gaze for a few more seconds before nodding in acceptance. "As you were."

Blackjack
2012-12-15, 05:41 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

Searchlight nodded and beamed at Sludge. “Thanks for understanding, Sludge. Things had been… rough for us recently. I’m still a bit shell-shocked myself.”
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Constructicon Hospital

“Seasaur? What an utterly uncreative name.” Brawl told Snarl. “I mean, I thought our names were uninspired, but Seasaur has to take the cake.” Brawl shook his head. “Sadly, I think most of our bad recruits have been weeded out by the battle. Shame, though, many of those kids have potential. I mean, former soldiers like Grimstone, Undertow, Thundehead and the rest, they’ve got no problems keeping up… but all those kids who signed up with Onslaught just because they wanted to protect their city…”

Grimstone shook his head, scowling. “Load of good men died, Snarl. The Decepticons and Autobots did arrive quickly, all things considered, but we still lost more than half our men.”
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Mixmaster and Hook began protesting as soon as Scrapper spoke, Hook indignantly and Mixmaster spouting random nonsense just to piss Scrapper off. Bonecrusher laughed rowdily kicked spare parts on the ground just to comply with Scrapper’s orders, which raised quite a clamor.

Long Haul and Scavenger were more subdued as they continued to load the stasis pods.
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Tinker chuckled. “Compared to how the Decepticons used to be, well, I’d say we changed a lot. At least, before Megatron came back and mucked things up. Not sure how I got roped into working under Megatron, though. Peer pressure, I suppose.”

Darkjet nodded at Shuttle Gunner. “Thanks. I appreciate it. I don’t have many friends.”

Moonjet piped up. “We did. Kind of. More of acquaintances than friends. But they’re all dead.”

Tinker walked over to Sandstorm’s side and began checking his vitals. “Good, the operation seems to have gone quite well, all things considered, hmm?” The Seeker gave Shuttle Gunner a knowing smile, recognizing the younger Decepticon’s naked emotions even through his face.
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Blast Off landed outside the base and entered, walking in. He did a double-take when he saw Shuttle Gunner and Sandstorm, shook his head, and kept walking towards Brawl (and, for some odd reason, Snarl the Dinobot and an ex-Dinobot Combaticon), probably the only person in the world he truly considered a friend. Of course, that’s one person more than none…

“I have to get used to the fact that there are copies of the two of us running around.” Blast Off muttered at Brawl.

“Eh, I’m not that vain, Blast Off. But I do find it morbidly amusing that people sharing the same bodyframes of both teams survived.”
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Battlefield

“I dunno, Bludgeon did say he saw something special in me.” Stranglehold replied to Octopunch. “Although I’m sure you guys will manage fine. Just not as efficient.” The Pretender grinned, no idea of Octopunch’s sarcasm.

“Oh, good. The boss is around! Let’s go then.” Stranglehold transformed into his rhinoceros mode and trotted next to Octopunch rather comically, looking like a puppy next to Octopunch’s larger Pretender shell.
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“My comm system certainly isn’t filled with a shrill, panicky voice, so I assume Skywarp is bothering Starscream in the afterlife.” Thundercracker replied to Ramjet. “Only four of us left out of the big six. Remember the good old days, before second-rate fliers like Sunstorm and Slipstream and those Rainmakers made the cut? Only the best were chosen. We were the Seekers, rulers of the sky!”

Thundercracker sighed. “That was before the Aerialbots and Jetfire, anyways.”

When Thrust arrived, Thundercracker did a shrugging motion with his wings. “This is one of those times when I agree with Ramjet. I just want to meet Dirge and mess up his apartment, and then drag him off to a bar for a drink.”
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Northern Border

Slog made an exasperated chuckle. “Right, you did, all these years. Applicable, shooting Autobots, is not, however, now. For you to understand, how I should put it…” Slog turned to face Wildfly, and spoke very clearly, punctuating every word. “Do. Not. Shoot. Autobots. Anymore.”

Slog turned to Birdbrain. “Difficult, difficult it is! In that manner, you people speak; be the norm, that convention of grammar… torture yourselves, you people do!”
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“He’s weird.” Hooligan whispered to Space Case. “And short and lumpy.”

“Hush, you. That’s Slog. He turns dead people into statues. He can make you dead if you keep insulting him.” Space Case snapped. “And besides, aren’t we supposed to be looking for Skyjack?”

“He’s the artist guy, huh? Wonder how he’ll react if he wakes up and finds himself painted pink…”
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Bludgeon nodded. “I did expect this reply. Metalikato is more than shadow-walking or summoning the powers of the netherworld… it is to know your own strength, to exceed mortal boundaries by skirting the paths people are too scared to tread in.” Bludgeon shrugged. “But as you say.”

Bludgeon watched as Sideswipe’s emotions seemed to have calmed down somewhat. Bludgeon knew it would take some time until Sideswipe can put Sunstreaker out of his mind… pity. If he were to train in Metalikato, he would have let go of all material needs much faster.

“Fare you well, Autobot.” Bludgeon replied to Sideswipe as he left. “I would say the same, only that there is no one in particular I like.”

When Sideswipe had left, Bludgeon turned around, looking straight at a figure sitting lazily on top of a building, one arm resting on a sword sticking out of the ground. “Careful now.” Drift grinned. “That’s my student. Sort of.”

“Greetings, Deadlock.” Bludgeon said, unsheathing his sword. “By rights I should cut your head off now for betraying the Decepticons. It is a shame I am honour-bound to enforce the truce.”

“Eh, all the more reason for the truce to stick.” Drift replied to Bludgeon. “You know, that recruitment thing? Those were the exact same words you said to me when I was headshotting Autobots all over Cybertron.”

“Fool. Do you think a mere swordsman can sneak up on me? I knew you were watching. I did it out of spite. ”

“Course, I ended up not taking you up on the offer… shame, I’d love to shoot lightning at people, but then I’ll have to wear a skull mask and I’m too handsome for that. Also, having to say ‘fool’ every two sentences is another factor not to join.” Drift pulled his sword out of the ground and twirled his blade. “Also, whoever said you have no sense of humour…

“Is there any point to this prattle?”

“None, really. I’m just worried you’ll go and attack Sideswipe. I was covering for him.”

“Begone, then, you treacherous fly.”
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The Lunatic Fringe

“Eh, I do like it when you’re pissed off and it’s not directed at me.” Misfire told Spinister. “That Prowl had it coming anyway.” The Targetmaster powered down his weapons as he kept next to Spinister and presumably the Autobot fliers as well.

He chuckled as Hairsplitter and Singe chipped in. “Aw, Hairy, you don’t trust me to catch you?” He said in a mock-hurt tone. “And Singe… it’s a good thing I’m here and not Needlenose. Nosey won’t let him live it down. I’m half-tempted, but mocking someone because of their past would be a massive hypocritical moment for me, yes?”
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Blitzwing had his blaster out and aimed at Thunderwing as soon as he twitched, and was about to pull the trigger, but Needlenose got the bastard Pretender before he could. Typical of the young kid to ruin someone else’s grand entrance…

So he had to settle with chipping into the conversation between Needlenose and Cyclonus, the closest thing they had to a leader now that Megatron’s dead and Gigatron is MIA.

“Damn appropriate action, if I may say so frankly, Cyclonus, sir.” Blitzwing said rather loudly as he lowered his weapon. The Triple-changer regarded Optimus Prime, a longtime enemy, a sometimes-ally, and a respected fellow warrior, and regarded him with a short nod. “Optimus.”

Warcry
2012-12-23, 11:28 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

"You Searchlight have shell?" Sludge looked around, confused. "Me Sludge thought you Throttlebot, not Pretender."
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Constructicon Hospital

Snarl shrugged. "Still better than Skysaur," he told Brawl. "Or Brimstone, Slug or Swarp. Copycatting was rampant with those cadets."

He cocked his head to one side. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Our bad cadets usually gave up the first time Grimlock charged them with a sword -- he was a terrible trainer, by the way -- but you guys...you didn't have much time to screen them. But that's war. Only thing to do now is hope that it doesn't happen again for a while."
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Scrapper just threw his hands up in the air and walked away as Hook and Mixmaster started babbling, thankful that Bonecrusher and his noise was enough to drown out the two madmen's babble.

Why do I put up with them? I should just retire...
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Sandstorm propped himself up on his elbows. "I seem to have survived, yes. Thank you, doctor," he said to Tinker. He glanced over to where Target Hawk was lying, not far away.

"He's expected to live," Shuttle Gunner explained. "The damage he took wasn't too severe. Leyland and Great Cannon did not survive."

Sandstorm nodded sadly. But then he forced himself to perk up. "And you, making friends while you're on your own. Are you going to introduce us?"

"Of course. The seeker medic is Tinker. The pink Predator is Darkjet, and the green one is Moonjet."

"Those are terrible names," Sandstorm said, wincing sympathetically.
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Battlefield

"I'm amazed you managed to pronounce 'efficient' properly," Octopunch shook his head. "Do you even know what the word means?"

When Stranglehold agreed to find Bludgeon, Octopunch phased out his Pretender shell and reverted to his own beast mode.

"Well, I'm sure as hell not lumbering all the way across the city in an old-timey diver suit," he told the other Mayhem. "It'd take days." He clacked his claws together, then started to speedily scuttle sideways in the direction of Bludgeon's transponder signal. "This way!"
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A camouflaged green jet flew past and shouted, "Bite me, Thundercracker!"

"Yeah, yeah. We love ya too, Acid Storm." Ramjet shouted back at the other seeker as he disappeared into the sky. Then he said to Thundercracker, "You know those guys were around, like, at least a year before us Coneheads, right?" He chuckled. "Don't worry. When we get to Dirge's place I'm sure he'll have home movies of it to remind you."
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Northern Border

"Right. Gotcha." Wildfly pulled his gun and aimed it at Slog.

"Don't shoot Decepticons either, you idiot!" Birdbrain said, rushing to grab the other Pretender Monster's gun and shove the barrel toward the ground.

"Oh. He didn't say that."

Birdbrain sighed. "How about don't shoot at anyone unless one of us tells you to, or they start shooting first?"

"Ah, you're no fun!"

"Why do you speak like that, anyway?" Birdbrain asked Slog. "Was that the way everyone talked back in...whatever city you came from?"
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The Lunatic Fringe

"Don't take it personally," Hairsplitter told Misfire. "I'm not jumping on anyone in mid-air."

Singe chuckled in Misfire's direction. "Don't worry. That's why I'm here. I'll do the mocking for both of us."

"You do realize I can eject you in mid-flight?" Spinister asked his Nebulan. "We're at about four hundred feet of elevation right now."

"Shutting up now."

"See that you do." To Misfire, he finally replied, "I shouldn't be too hard on Prowl. We've all seen what the war has done to those of us who've been a part of it for too long. But Prowl jumped into it with both feet. If there's going to be a real peace after all this is over, he's going to be trouble. Mark my words."
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"Blitzwing." Cyclonus greeted the Triplechanger with a quick nod, as if he wasn't even surprised to find him here. "It's...agreeable to see you. But since I'm a retired 'adviser' and you're a military history professor, I don't think 'sir' is really appropriate. Just Cyclonus will do just fine."

"Uh, Blitzy..." Needlenose took a step forward. "Look, not to ruin the moment or anything, but you didn't see Gigs on your way in, didja? The big boss hand told Spinny and the rest of us to go in first, that he'd follow when the time was right. I kinda expected to see a big elephant or dragon or...I dunno, flower or whatever else he turns into show up, but nothin'. He didn't get, like wrecked or something, did he?"

"Yes," Cyclonus agreed. "His absence is worrisome."

Blackjack
2012-12-24, 02:24 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

"It's a... figure of speech, Sludge." Searchlight told the Dinobot. "So to speak."
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Constructicon Hospital

Brawl snorted in derision. "Slug? What kind of name is Slug?"

"You know, Slug, as in bullets, like, slug-slinger?" Blast Off chirped in. "Or is it Slug as in slimy earth insect-creature thing?"

"No idea why anyone would want to copycat my name, though." Grimstone shrugged, then turned to glare at Brawl before the other could interject, "Which, by the way, wasn't copycatted from Grimlock. I was Grimstone long before I knew who Grimlock was."

"What the frag does Grimstone mean?" Brawl asked.

"I got called that because my face's always grim like a stone." Grimstone snapped.

"Riiight." Brawl snorted. "Anyway, back to the whole name-reusal thing, that short red guy with buzzsaws for hands is also called Brimstone."

"No, no, the red one's Chopsaw." Blast Off said.

"You sure? I'm pretty sure Chopsaw's blue and Brimstone's red." Brawl replied then shook his head. "Frak it, I've had enough with figuring red and blue midgets."

"Least 'Frenzy and Rumble' survived." Blast Off shook his head. "All the fliers that went out with me... they're all but gone. We need more men, Brawl, if we're going to ever hold this city properly. You interested, Snarl? We've got an absurdly high death rate, crappy food and ridiculously low pay."

"We get paid?" Brawl asked.

"Eh, not much difference than our Dinobot days. Just less exciting." Grimstone shrugged.
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Scavenger approached Scrapper and shuffled his feet, arms behind his back. A little unsure, he said, "Uh, Scrapper? Um, are you okay?"
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Tinker shook his head. "Thank the boys in green, sir. And Cyclonus' fleshbuddy over there. They performed a rather radical and very much improvised brain surgery on you." Tinker grinned, unashamed of his bedside manner. "Thankfully, improvisation is the Constructicons' area of expertise."

Tinker walked up next to Target Hawk. "I am sorry for your loss, sir, but like Shuttle Gunner said, Target Hawk's going to be all right. He's infected by the Hate Plague, but other than a few minor damages he should have a recovery... not sure if the forced disconnection from the gestalt mind would have any lasting effects, though."

Moonjet shrugged. "You wouldn't like Darkjet and Flarejet then."

"Our parents weren't very creative in giving us names. Comes with the territory when you bud off at a rate of three buds per quartex, I suppose." Darkjet shrugged. "Could be worse. I could end up being called Pinkjet or something."

"I think Pinkjet got used in one of Skydive's experiments." Moonjet said. "Poor bastard."
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Jackpot's visor blinked and lighted up as he shook his head. "Oh. Oh frag. I've got the worst headache I've ever had." The young Autobot shook his head, and tried to get up... and immediately fell back down.

Tinker turned to Jackpot and shook his head. "Awake, Autobot? You're a Nucleon addict. You're lucky to be alive after burning yourself out like that. Now pipe down and let the pure energon do its work."

Jackpot shook his head as he slumped backwards. "Frag."

"You're lucky to be alive. You're one of the few guys to survive the Hate Plague." Tinker said.

"You're telling me."
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Battlefield

"Sure. If we're efficient we kill lots of people in short time." Stranglehold told Octopunch.

Stranglehold frowned. "Diver suit? Isn't it your Pretender shell?" The Mayhem transformed into his rhinoceros mode and easily kept pace with Octopunch without even trying.
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"Speak of the Fallen, and he shall appear..." Thundercracker chuckled under his breath. "Come and say it to my face, acid boy!"

Thundercracker transformed into robot mode and stretched. "They were nobodies. They never did anything but stand around Shockwave's fortress of doom and be generally lifeless." The Seeker grinned. "Ah, Dirge did like those movies, didn't he? Funny how a self-proclaimed master of fear gets to become such a movie geek..."
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Northern Border

Slog was about to use his magnetic powers to rip the gun out of Wildfly's hands, but Birdbrain beat him to the punch. The box-like Pretender shook his head. "Bother, why do I?"

"Come from Crystal City, I do." Slog told Birdbrain. He frowned. "Introvert, I was. Not sure, I am. Always speak like this, I have. Always speak differently, others have." Slog chuckled. "Wrong, obviously, everyone is."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"I'll catch you, Nebulan. Mock away." Misfire all but grinned in his jet mode, before addressing Spinister. "Aye, especially since you've been in a command position. Guess I've to be thankful I'm just a gunner... anyway, nice to see you cope with it, boss. You could've ended up like him."

Misfire paused for a second, before adding, "You did end up like him. Sort of. Used to."
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"You're still a ranking officer." Blitzwing told Cyclonus with a smile, "And our people respect you. Besides, you're in a leadership position now, no? What with the Matrix and everything..."

Blitzwing shrugged, "But anything you want, Cyclonus. And it's good to see one of the few sane leaders taking charge and not stabbing Optimus in the back the moment Thunderwing is dead."

Blitzwing turned to Needlenose, and shook his head. "Gigatron? No, I have not seen him. I arrived with the second wave of Starscream's crew from Polyhex, and we were kind of late compared to you guys. I do sincerely hope he is fine, though. He is a good man."

The triple-changer turned to Cyclonus. "Do you want me to round up the Cyberjets or something and have them start a search grid for Gigatron?"

Warcry
2013-01-01, 08:36 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

Sludge frowned. "Me Sludge no understand. You Searchlight say you no Pretender, and you clearly not Ninja Turtle. How else you get shell-shocked?"

He frowned. "Or maybe you am Ninja Turtle! They had figures. Slag used to play with them." Sludge laughed. "Him not want me to talk about that, but I guess him not stop me now!"
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Constructicon Hospital

Snarl shrugged. "Do we get to bust heads? Because I'm pretty sure that's all us Dinobots are good for. I mean, I don't see Sludge manning a border checkpoint working out very well."
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"Bah!" Scrapper barked when Scavenger approached him. "Bah! This team gets on my nerves sometimes, Scavenger. Surely you can say the same?"
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Sandstorm gave Tinker a funny look. "You're green too, you know. I Hope you're talking about Scrapper and his team, though, and not idiots like Steamhammer and Heavy Load. Because I don't fancy keeling over in the middle of our conversation."

He glanced over at the injured Target Hawk, but tried to put the other Decepticon's thoughts out of mind. There was nothing he could do about it now, after all.

Shuttle Gunner winced at the name 'Pinkjet'. "Couldn't you have created a random name generator, or something? It would have been a lot less...embarrassing for you, in my opinion."
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Battlefield

"Same thing," Octopunch told Stranglehold. "Seriously, have you ever tried being a squid monster in armour walking around above ground? I wouldn't recommend it. Walking speed is about the best you'll do. And the dry skin...ugh."
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"Be nice or I'll peel your paint off with acid, Earth-lover!" Acid Storm shouted back at Thundercracker as he blasted away.

Ramjet shrugged. "Forget 'em," he told Thundercracker. "They're not our kind, anyway. I'm sure they did lots of stuff when we weren't around, but they weren't on Earth so they don't get it. Dirge, on the other hand...he's on'a us. He gets it. Even if he's, you know...a little weird in the head."
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Northern Border

Wildfly laughed. "That's what I always say when people tell me I'm not allowed to smash stuff!"

Birdbrain ignored him. "Huh. Strange. You know, we could probably get one of our tech-types to fix your vocal units," he told Slog. "Now that we're not going to be at war anymore, they won't have so many gunshot wounds to fix anymore. Should have some free time on their hands."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"I think we can all be greatful for that," Spinister said wryly when Misfire raised the prospect of their places being switched. "I suppose you're right, though. When I thought the Quintessons had killed all of you...losing a single soldier under your command is difficult. Losing all of them at once but surviving yourself does not bear thinking about. I'm...grateful that you all survived."
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Cyclonus heard Blitzwing's praise, but didn't respond to it. Quite frankly, the Targetmaster wasn't sure himself why he was doing the things he was doing. Only that he was doing what had to be done.

"Yeah," Needlenose agreed. "Gigatron's a good leader. Loosin' him...it'd be bad."

Cyclonus finally spoke up. "No," he said at last. "Our forces are busy searching the city for all our missing troops, not just one of them. If Gigatron is still alive he would want his army taken care of first, not sacrificed just to save his own life." He frowned. "Besides...if he is alive, I doubt we'll need to find him. He'll find us when it suits him."

zigzagger
2013-01-02, 12:38 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

(OOC: Goes without saying, but takes place moments before current posts. Wanted a chance to write Prime's response's to Thunderwing's passing)

Optimus Prime glared witheringly down at Thunderwing as he slowly dragged his ruined form toward Cyclonus and the Autobot Leader.

He had barely moved his faceplate when, quite abruptly, Needlenose struck the Liege Centuro center mass with an electrostatic burst.

And in an instant, Thunderwing was gone. Prime could only watch.

He rose his gaze to Needlenose, questioningly. But, like Cyclonus, Optimus struggled to rebuke the Decepticon's actions, however unsavory. Had he, the Autobot Leader wouldn't have believed himself.

Was he not here to do the same?

"Mm, no, that wasn't strictly necessarily," he said, looking back to Cyclonus. "But, even broken and defeated, Thunderwing was simply too dangerous to live. For all our sakes, it--"

Optimus sighed. "It had to be done."

Blitzwing then arrived, joining them while they basked in the aftermath.

The Prime regarded the triplechanger with a nod. "Greetings, Blitzwing."

---

(OOC: And this is, of course, in the present.)

With Thunderwing's death bringing an end to the long nightmare, the discussion soon shifted to other pressing matters.

"....Our forces are busy searching the city for all our missing troops, not just one of them," said Cyclonus. "If Gigatron is still alive he would want his army taken care of first, not sacrificed just to save his own life." He frowned. "Besides...if he is alive, I doubt we'll need to find him. He'll find us when it suits him."

"True, and I too have faith he lives," said Optimus Prime. "Though should you need it, my people will assist in locating him."

---

Near 'Nondescript Building', The Lunatic Fringe

Prowl looked on as Crossblades and Gunrunner departed with the two Decepticon Targetmasters, Springer in tow, before shifting his optics back to Ultra Magnus.

"Shall we confirm it for ourselves?" he said, extending his hand to the nearby building.

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The Constructicon Field Hospital

Shockwave nodded approvingly as the Constructicons loaded the last of the repurposed stasis pods with Hook's counter-agent.

They were now ready to be deployed.

"Your efforts have been appreciated," he said. "I shall continue onwards from here."

The cyclopean then flashed his mono-optic over to Darkjet and Moonjet. "You two," he ordered, severely. "If you still wish to be vindicated, you will come with me."

Blackjack
2013-01-03, 03:45 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

“No, Sludge, shell as in, well… bomb shells. Not the Insecticon, like, I’ve been hit by bombs too much today, and-” Searchlight stopped as Sludge began to ramble about Ninja Turtles. “Slag had Ninja Turtle toys? Well, I think that guy Pipes collected them too! Then again, Pipes collected everything…”

Searchlight laughed at the sheer silliness of imagining grumpy angry Slag sitting in a corner playing with several comically undersized Ninja Turtle toys, and laughed. It felt good.
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Constructicon Hospital

Brawl and Blast Off turned to face each other, then shrugged. “Considering what’s been happening lately, we get our heads busted in more often than the other way around.” Blast Off said.

“We totally kicked tailpipe in that whole Space Mafia affair, though.” Brawl said.

“For a bunch of losers called the Space Mafia those guys were tough.” Grimstone snorted.

“Did you even do anything?” Brawl turned to Grimstone. “I don’t remember you being around when we fought the Mafia.”
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Scavenger shuffled backwards, intimidated by Scrapper’s bark. And he wasn’t entirely sure that Scrapper didn’t include him with the ‘gets on his nerves’ thing… after all, he had been annoying, hadn’t he? He had just been trying to help, hadn’t he?

“I don’t know, Scrapper… I kind of like this team…” Scavenger replied, shuffling uneasily.

Windcharger shook his head from where he was sitting. “I have no idea how a bunch of misfits like you can stand together in a room for two hours, let alone create Trypticon out of a city in a night.”

“You live in the same ship with dysfunctional idiots like Sunstreaker, Grimlock, Wheelie, Tracks, Beachcomber and that wacky little Minibot who screams at people to stop oppressing toasters. You ain’t got no right to talk frag about my team.” Long Haul snapped at Windcharger. Beside him, Bonecrusher and Mixmaster nodded in unison.

Hook ignored the rabble around him, merely accepting Shockwave’s compliments with a curt nod. “I shall monitor the proceedings from here.”
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Barrage led Take-Off and the rest of the Decepticons Bludgeon had sent off to salvage for wounded towards the Constructicon hospital. He had taken the opportunity to flatten several Imperial corpses, but once he realized there were no one left to be afraid of, he had stopped.

Following closely behind Barrage was a silent Shrapnel, Needler perched on his shoulder. He supported an injured Autobot, not making contact with anyone. Both Insecticons seemed to be on equal leading terms, although both were very silent for different reasons, and none of their troops dared question them.

They laid the wounded on slabs, and the rest of the medics there set on work on the wounded. Decepticons, Autobots and everything in between.
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“Boys in green is what we other medics call the Constructicons.” Tinker shrugged, “The real Constructicons, that is. The big six. They have more green than purple, sir. And this… is a different shade of green. A prettier one, I’d argue.” Tinker grinned. “Besides, do you think we’d let Steamhammer anywhere near brain surgery? We expunged him out of the Decepticon cause long ago.”

“HEY!” Steamhammer yelled from where he was huddled up with the rest of the Combaticons, fresh off salvaging the Imperials. “I heard that!”

“He’ll be fine.” Tinker told Sandstorm, catching his glance (and ignoring Steamhammer).

Darkjet shook his head. “Skydive’s got a twisted sense of humour. And… I kind of get used to the name Darkjet. For a good part of a thousand years it’s all I have to call my own. And then I’m put in charge of this team. And then suddenly I’m not that prepared to lay down my head for Liege Maximo.”

“Vindicated?” Moonjet squeaked. “Are you going to kill us?”

“No, he’s going to ask us to help him.” Darkjet turned to Shockwave, and saluted. “It shall be an honour to assist you, sir.”
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Battlefield

“No.” Stranglehold replied Octopunch. “Is it fun? I have tried being a giant human gladiator thing, though, and he’s got some dry skin as well. Doesn’t bother me much.”

Stranglehold caught sight of Bludgeon standing alone in the battlefield, Drift perched on the roof of a building nearby. “Autobot!” Stranglehold yelled. “Octo, do I shoot him?”
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“Why the heck does he call me that?” Thundercracker asked Ramjet. “Earth-lover. Human-lover. You tell Megatron once that the humans are not worth time killing, and everyone starts calling you an Earth-lover. Once, damn it! So I don’t like killing humans and turbofoxes for sport. So what? I’m not about to die or anything for a human, I’m not an Autobot.”

Thundercracker snorted. “Dirge will always be one of us, Earth-lover or not. ”
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Northern Border

Slog turned to Wildfly, briefly considered speaking, then shook his head. “Decline, I must. Appreciate gesture, I do. However, unique, my speech pattern is. Make me recognizable, for better or worse. Serve me better, it would, when try to change the world I do.”

Slog chuckled. “Besides, feel weird it would be.”
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The Lunatic Fringe

“For a serious badass creepy assassin dude, boss, you’re all right.” Misfire told Spinister. He chuckled. “Not sure how we all managed to survive the Quints without you, to be honest. Especially me.” Misfire sighed. “It’s all over now, isn’t it, boss? I learn how to shoot straight and the war goes and ends itself. Typical.”
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Sixshot perched on a high, jutting piece of debris, bearing final witness as Needlenose of all people put an end to Thunderwing’s life. He did not care much for the politics or whatever, but for lack of anything better to do, he listened to Optimus Prime, Cyclonus and Blitzwing.
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Blitzwing turned to Cyclonus, opened his mouth to argue, but decided to have the better of it, and nodded. “The rest of the Decepticons seem to view you as a leader. Unless Bludgeon decides to take charge, I think by default you’re the only Decepticon leader high-ranking enough that’s not dead or an Insecticon.”

Blitzwing shrugged. “If you say so, then. What’re we going to do with the Matrices, then?”

zigzagger
2013-01-05, 11:00 PM
The Constructicon Field Hospital

"Good," Shockwave answered Darkjet. "I have analyzed the data that -- Moonjet, is it? -- gathered from the anomaly." He glanced over to the other Predator. "We cannot risk launching these stasis pods from the encampment and trust that they will reach their target--

"Their inbuilt propulsion and guidance systems are, regretfully, limited. We have all ready pushed them past their design specifications and cannot expect them to do more. Other external variables must also be considered. Therefore, these vessels must be deployed near the site to insure their arrival."

"Now--" Shockwave lifted a pod from one of the slabs and held it lengthwise in his arms. "Both of you, take a stasis pod and follow me."

The former-Decepticon then turned away started for the exit.

As he departed, Shockwave opened his comlink. "Acid Storm," he said. "I once more require your assistance."

Warcry
2013-01-11, 03:02 AM
Hoist's Shuttle

Sludge laughed. "Pipes was fun," he told Searchlight, totally glossing over the talk about bombs and war. "Him let Sludge play with his Lego sometimes. Not let Slag play Turtles with him, though. Slag confused, cheered for Foot Clan because they have robots. Them argued about it lots."
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Constructicon Hospital

"Wait, wait," Snarl said. "You fought the 'Space Mafia'? Seriously?" He laughed. "That's a stupid name. Even the Genericons were better than that."
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Scrapper shook his head. "Well, that makes one of us," he told Scavenger.

When Windcharger piped up, Scrapper groaned. "Oh, don't remind me about Trypticon," he told the Autobot. "Hook took all night to solder one circuit board, which Bonecrusher promptly smashed. Mixmaster kept trying to convince us to build a chemical weapons plant instead, and Long Haul wandered off to paint himself blue and orange for some reason that I never quite understood. If it wasn't for Scavenger here I would have built the whole thing on my own."
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"Don't call me 'sir'," Sandstorm told Tinker reflexively. "I work for a living."

He chuckled. "And believe me, my brain appreciates your guardianship."

Shuttle Gunner watched as his two Imperial friends went off to help Shockwave, then turned back to Tinker and said, "As much as he might appreciate the company, I suspect what Sandstorm really needs is to recharge. And since Target Hawk is--"

He looked over at the other Decepticon's biobed, only to find it empty.

"And since Target Hawk has slipped off while we weren't looking, like he always does, I suppose I shall make myself useful and join the search for survivors. Thank you again, Tinker. For looking after my friends, and for the conversation as well. You've given me much to think about. We'll speak again, once things have settled?"
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Battlefield

Octopunch groaned. "No, you don't shoot him," he told Stranglehold. "If he needed killing, Bludgeon would have seen to it already."

The Pretender transformed back to robot mode as they approached their commander, summoning his shell out of subspace and closing itself around him.

"Isn't that right, boss?"
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"As you command, Shockwave," Acid Storm responded instinctively to his former leader, as he had so many times while serving under his command while Megatron was away on Earth. "What can I do for you?"
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"Eh. Earth ain't so bad," Ramjet said to Thundercracker. "Spent a lot of time there, and it kinda grew on me. 'Course, when we were there it never seemed like a war, you know? Always felt more like a game, with no one really getting hurt. Well, no real people, anyway. Just humans."

He laughed. "But anyway, we should get going, no?"

(OOC: Let's move these guys over to Iacon now. :) )
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Northern Border

Birdbrain nodded. "I guess I understand that," he sad to Slog. "Not sure I'd do the same in your shoes, but I agree with-"

He trailed off as a gunshot interrupted him. Whirling around, he saw Wildfly standing with a smoking gun in his hand, pointing at the crumbled ruins of a building.

"I didn't like the way it looked at me," the other Pretender Monster said by way of explanation.

"Wildfly..." Birdbrain shook his head. "That building was mirrored."

"So?"

"You shot your own reflection."

"I don't follow."

With a sigh, Birdbrain said, "I really wish that was true."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"I'm fairly certain there's a moral to that story," Spinister said, chuckling. "A shame you couldn't have taken target practice a few thousand years ago."

The two of them closed to range with the Autobot medical ship, and the flight controller directed him to land and deposit Springer's body on a helipad toward the bow. Spinister did as he was asked, slowly lowering the Autobot to the deck and making contact so gently that his tow cables didn't even flinch. Then he cut the cables and rose back into the sky as an Autobot medical team came to collect their late comrade.

"You're right, Misfire. Or at least I hope you are. It does seem like the end of hostilities, and not just a temporary ceasefire like we've seen so many times before. It's almost frightening, honestly. I've been fighting my entire life. I'm not sure I can conceptualize a life without it."
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"I suppose you're right," Cyclonus admitted to Optimus Prime. "It's not something that I'm happy about, but you're right. It needed to be done."

He smiled when Prime offered to have his troops search for Gigatron. "You have my thanks. But I'm not sure that's wise. Your Autobots would convey any wounded Transformer they found for medical treatment anyway after all. And I wouldn't want to panic my fellow Decepticons. They've already lost Megatron, Scorponok, Starscream and Soundwave to the chaos of war inside of a day. If they've lost Gigatron as well, then they should hear it from their leaders in person, once we're organized enough to talk to them all at once. Whispered rumours from search-and-rescue teams that he might be missing will only spread fear and depression...not to mention inspiring a future Starscream or two into thinking that now is a good time to make their move."

He shook his head.

"Decepticons who think they don't have any leaders can be a dangerous thing, as you well know. So if I do have to tell my comrades that the last of their old leaders is gone, I'll do it flanked by a group of new leaders who are willing to help carry the burden into the future." He glanced sidelong at Blitzwing. "Whomever those leaders might be."

When the triplechanger made his pronouncement, Cyclonus shook his head.

"Hmm. Unfortunately, the Decepticons will have to make do without me. Prime and I will be leaving Cybertron to dispose of the Decepticon Matrix as soon as feasible, and I don't expect we'll be back for a very long time. Someone else will need to fill that void, or several someones." He let out a soft laugh. "And I don't think it'll be possible for Bludgeon to ever be less interested in something than the prospect of peacetime leadership."

zigzagger
2013-01-15, 08:15 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

Optimus Prime bowed his head. "Of course," he told Cyclonus. "I understand completely. Stability between the two Decepticon factions is fragile enough as it is..."

The Autobot Leader lightly chuckled. "My apologies, it would seem it is in our nature - the Autobots, I mean - to meddle," he quipped. "But know that I respect Gigatron and bear him no--"

Optimus trailed off when, at that moment, Prowl and Ultra Magnus entered the lobby.

(OOC: - Assumed Magnus followed Prowl inside.)

"Prowl," Optimus said with a nod. "Ultra Magnus, old friend. I am relieved to see that you are well."

"As are we that you are." Prowl cast his optics over Thunderwing - lay smoking and very much deceased nearby - before adding indifferently, "So...he is dead."

Optimus once again nodded.

Prowl raised his gaze. No sooner after espying the first corpse, that the Autobot would spot out Starscream's body among the wreckage. He noted the sizable hole pierced through the former-Decepticon Leader's torso.

"Ah...Starscream as well, I see."

And for what he was able to determine, none of the other mechanoids present seemed particularly distressed by Starscream's passing either. Had they, the Seeker's body would not have been left unmourned and unattended.

Thus, the General saw no need to conceal his irreverence. "I can only surmise why he is here."

The Prime looked to Starscream's body. "In my spark, I had hoped he would come to his senses," he said, sincerely. "At least for the sake of his people." Optimus shook his head. "But, in the end, he was undone by his thirst for power."

"Mm, yes...tragic."

Prowl then brought his attention back to the group. "Cyclonus," he regarded the Decepticon. "I suspect we owe you our gratit--" The Chief Strategist stopped short when he registered the shimmering relic in Cyclonus's hand. "Is that...?"

"It is," said Optimus.

"The rumors of a purported second Matrix prove to be true, then." He gave Prime a questioning look. "It has not yet been destroyed? Considering what it has done, is that wise?"

"Do not worry," The Autobot Leader assured him. "Being derived from the same source as my own Matrix, I did what I was able. The danger is neutralized...for the time being."

"For the time being?" Prowl inquired, cynically

"Yes, until were are able to properly dispose of it," Optimus told him. "A journey that myself and Cyclonus will undertake. We dare not attempt to dispose of it here. The sudden release of this Matrix's composite energies could be catastrophic."

"A journey...?"

Prime sighed. "Prowl, please -- your reservations are noted, but I'll explain later."

(OOC: Good place for me to hold off. For the sake of breathing space :))
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The Constructicon Field Hospital

"I -- along with the two Predators I have enlisted -- are en route to the anomaly site," Shockwave told Acid Storm. "We are transporting modified vessels containing counteragents. They will be detonated in the cloud formation in that vicinity. The same formation that you had induced earlier this solar cycle. It once more must be seeded--

"The use of acidic compounds should be avoided," he emphatically added. "They could potentially nullify the enzymes. Non-toxic deposits are preferable."

Once he was outside the encampment, Shockwave, slowly, levitated himself off the ground, staying mindful of the stasis pod cradled in his arms.

As he hovered in place, the cyclopean extended his gaze to the sky overhead, where the sinister red cloud, Thunderwing's Hate Plague, loomed in the distance.

He glanced over his shoulder at the two Predators trailing closely behind. "Let us not delay."

Shockwave then took to the sky and rocketed off...

--

Warcry
2013-01-20, 12:44 AM
Battlefield

"Well, if you say so, boss," Acid Storm told Shockwave as he steered back toward the. "I'm not sure that anyone's ever asked me to make a rainstorm that isn't deadly before, but I'm pretty sure I can manage it. Is this one of the operations that you've timed down to the last second, or can I get started right away?"
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The Lunatic Fringe

(OOC: I completely forgot about Magnus. :o )

"I don't consider it meddling," Cyclonus told Optimus with a shrug. "You're trying to help. If you were meddling, you would do whatever you thought best whether I agreed or not."

Cyclonus gave Ultra Magnus a nod when the Autobot (not so massive anymore) joined them in his small robot mode.

"Prime," Magnus said gruffly. "Cyclonus. We wanted to see if what Spinister and Misfire said was true, and clearly it is."

"Clearly," Cyclonus agreed. Then he turned to Prowl. "Considering we spent nearly a year fighting Thunderwing when he had a third Matrix in his possession, your skepticism seems arbitrary. But yes. This is it. And since cracking open something that's said to contain an unlimited capacity for destruction didn't seem like a good idea to either one of us, Prime and I have been discussing safer, more creative ways of ridding ourselves of it."

He glanced back at Magnus, who had a curious expression on his face for a second or two before it turned into a slight, understanding smile. "Considering our mutual experience with that Junkion and Captain Fairborne a few decades ago, I think you've probably come to the same conclusion I did."

"It's General Fairborne now," Magnus said offhandedly. "And I did. It sounds risky. Possibly suicidal, if you take the wrong people along. That's why I'm going with you."

Cyclonus thought about it for a second before nodding. "If Optimus is agreeable, and I think he will be, then I would be happy to have you along. Warriors such as you and I," he said ironically, "were obviously too good to meet our end in battle, so now we need something new to do with our time."

Ultra Magnus laughed at that, a private joke that only the two former enemies would understand. "Clearly."

Blackjack
2013-01-22, 05:50 AM
(OOC: Sorry for taking so long guys.)

Constructicon Field Hospital

Darkjet nodded as Shockwave addressed him. "So we'll have to fly in above the danger zone and drop the pods. Should be no biggie."

Darkjet gestured at Moonjet, and the two of them each made for a stasis pod. The Predators held the pods over their shoulders, and transformed as they took into the air, magnetized tow cables latching onto the pods as they flew nearby Shockwave.
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"Led by a Thunderwing-looking dimwit called... wait for it... Black Shadow." Brawl told Snarl. "And they've got a rainbow Defensor and everything."

"There was this teleporting guy, Blue Bacchus? What's Bacchus even mean?" Grimstone asked.

"Roman god of wine. Extinct Earth religion. Yes, makes no sense." Blast Off told Grimstone. When Brawl and Grimstone shot him incredulous looks, Blast Off made a shrugging motion. "What? I get bored up in orbit. I read stuff."

"Meh. Whatever happened to the Genericons? Did you Dinobots wipe them up or something?" Brawl asked Snarl. "Don't think I've seen them since... since Xetaxxis or something."
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"Uh, Bonecrusher seems happy." Scavenger told Scrapper, shuffling his feet. "Long Haul too, but he complains a lot. And Mixmaster-"

"Mixmaster has just been beaten up by Doctor Bolt-brain for doing his job!" Mixmaster yelled in his shrill voice.

Hook was about to deliver a retort to Mixmaster when Scrapper began to retell their experience of building Trypticon. "It was the bloody main power distributor! Can you imagine if the main power distributor didn't work properly on a Cyberform of Trypticon's size?"

"No, I di'nt smash th' main power distributor. The one I broke was th' one fer th' left pinkie finger or sumthin'." Bonecrusher said.

"Ah. That." Hook looked around unabashedly. "That was before Galvatron told us of his insane deadline of completing the independent-minded, city-sized monster before sunrise. Can you blame me for wanting our creation to be perfect?"

"I was right!" Mixmaster yelled. "Can you imagine if Trypticon was a walking battlestation spewing toxins and cosmic rust everywhere? The Autobots won't stand a chance! It's going to be like if the Acid Wastes got up and walked!"

"Except that one shot through anything remotely flammable and your 'Toxitron' goes badda-boom." Windcharger snorted snidely. He looked at Scrapper. "Oi, for the record? I hate you on principle, but I sympathize."

Scavenger clapped his hands in delight at the praise and all but hugged Long Haul. Long Haul looked down in embarrassment, grumbling something inaudible about cerebro-shells.
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Tinker shrugged. "So do I, and in my line of work if I don't address a superior officer properly I become the wallpaper. Force of habit, sir. Sorry."

The Seeker grinned. "Anyway, relax, si- Sandstorm. I didn't graduate medical school letting brutes like Dirt Boss do brain operation. In our line of work too many people confuse engineers and builders for medics."

Tinker turned to Shuttle Gunner and grinned. "Thank you very much, my friend. The Combaticons don't have much fliers to spare, and every single pair of eyes helps. We'll definitely get to talk after all this is over."

As Shuttle Gunner rested, Tinker walked over to the biobed next to Sandstorm's, which contained a still-immobile Jackpot. "So, you want to rest now, Sandstorm? You want, like, a radio or a newsfeed or something while I treat this Nuke-junkie?"
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Hoist's Shuttle

Searchlight nodded. "His toys were fun. He's got these little game console things. Swerve, Freeway and I always bunked over for game nights. Stuff like, oh, Street Fighter or Tekken or whatever."

"Lego was fun." Searchlight nodded, "Eh, the Foot Clan aren't evil per se. They're just more like an ineffective bunch of hooligans. Like the Terrorcons or something. All bark, no bite."
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Battlefield

Bludgeon nodded at Octopunch. "Octopunch is correct. Stand down, Stranglehold."

Strangehold transformed to his much smaller robot mode, and, to his credit, Drift managed to hold in his laughter. Bludgeon looked at Strangehold in as much disapproval as a featureless skeleton could muster. "You lost your shell, Stranglehold?"

"Uh, yeah, boss. I'm, ah-"

"You survived, at least. Good. A shame about Black Battle Convoy." Bludgeon shook his head. "He had potential. Not much patience, but he had the potential."

Drift grinned as he hopped down next to Octopunch. "Bludgeon kind of tells me he won't kill me for the moment due to honour. So tell me, how does it feel being the only sane one in your team?"
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"It is a game. We'd always win 'cause we can fly. The Autobots would cheat and then they beat us. It's always like that. No one ever died." Thundercracker frowned. "Other than humans, but defending them in this conversation is as hopeless as the fleshies trying to fight us."

Thundercracker sighed. "What changed, Ramjet? When did people start dying?"
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Northern Border

Slog turned around (waddled around) and groaned at Wildfly's antics.

"Find it funny, I would, Birdbrain, if so pathetic this wasn't." Slog sighed. "Without war, do what, should we, with Wildfly?"
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The Lunatic Fringe

"That's the moral? Once I learn to shoot straight the war would be over within two months?" Misfire shrugged. "Guess the world's out to get me then. Seems legit..."

Misfire laughed. "But who gives a damn, I can shoot now! So what if the war's over?"

The Targetmaster watched as Springer was collected by the Autobot medics. "Eh, boss, you can manage. I've been missing targets all my life, and now that my life's changed look at how good it has become for me."
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"Scorponok's dead too? Damn." Blitzwing shook his head, but perked up when Cyclonus mentioned an organized front. "Do you want me to get Bludgeon, Shrapnel, Scrapper and... Buzzsaw's in Vulcan... Skystalker's a Screamer... well, I don't know, Hun-Grrr or Wingspan or someone else here?"

Blitzwing nodded, "Yes, Starscreams will be a problem." The Triple-Changer sat down on a chunk of debris. "Decepticons who don't have any leaders... end up like the pitiful rabble we were on Charr. Or, alternatively, a massive confused riot torching everything they see."

Blitzwing turned to Optimus Prime and gave him a sad smile. "You underestimate the Decepticons' ability to rally under a strong leader. Trust me, so long as Bludgeon or Rage didn't rile up the troops they would be fine with anything the leaders suggested. Peace through tyranny, and all that."

Blitzwing sighed. "Astrotrain took the burden of leadership once, Cyclonus... I'd think it would dishonour his memory if I didn't step up and try to do something about it. I'm probably one of the few Decepticons who actually like the idea of peace. It's why I joined the Decepticons in the first place. To unite this Primusforsaken planet under a single banner. Or several banners as it is, now." Blitzwing looked up to Cyclonus. "If you think I'm up for the task, that is. I'll be happy enough as an enforcer. Bodyguard. Whatever the peacetime term is."

The Triple-changer went quiet as Prowl entered the room, frowning as the Autobot strategist spoke with his leader. It was none of his business.

Sixshot walked into the room behind Ultra Magnus. "If you need another warrior too good to die, count me in. I do not believe there is anything but boredom for me in peace times." Sixshot's optics glimmered. "Suicidal. Risky. Perfect. I could think offhand of several people who'd best be removed from peacetime and instead come along on this journey."

Warcry
2013-01-26, 11:24 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

"Me Sludge surprised no no play car race games," the Dinobot told Searchlight. "You know, 'cause Optimus not let you street race on Earth."

He laughed when the Throttlebot mentioned the Terrorcons. "Me Sludge like Terrorcons," he admitted. Them like Dinobots, only Decepticons. Cutthroat kind of jerk, and Rippersnapper always getting into fistfights with Slag, but me get along well with others when we work together."
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Constructicon Hospital

"Black...Shadow?" Snarl shook his head. "That sounds like somthing from an awful human TV show that Sludge would eat up."

The Dinobot frowned, trying to think about the last time he'd seen any Genericons. "Hmmm...good question. I think I saw a couple working for Gigatron back during that whole Thund--" He groaned. "Back during the last Thunderwing mess. You know, the one after Unicron, with that Chaos Matrix thingy and the fake Rodimus Prime running around? Didn't see any after we got chased to Earth by the Quints though, so I figure the five-faced squids stomped on 'em."
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Scrapper snapped at Mixmaster. "If he was spewing Cosmic Rust everywhere, he would rust too, you idiot. And you!" He glowered at Hook. "You were supposed to be building him a top of the line brain module and subprocessor assembly that would let him manage all of his drones and subsystems while still being highly intelligent. But since you spent all day trying to make the power distributor into a work of art we had to install the second-hand brain that Scavenger found in a shoebox! And this moron," he jerked his thumb at Long Haul, "kept trying to convince us he was someone called 'U-Haul Bot' so that he could trick someone into putting him into front-line combat duty. And you people wonder why it took a decade before Trypticon could put together a sentence more complex than 'Crush Autobot vocano!'?"

He looked over at Windcharger and said, "I hate you too, don't worry. But this is ridiculous. Are your coworkers just as annoying as these ones?"
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Sandstorm watched Shuttle Gunner depart before answering Tinker.

That kid's got potential, I'll have him that. I'm glad I managed to keep him alive, if nothing else..

"I appreciate the offer, but I think the youngling is right," he told the doctor. "I should probably hook myself up to the table's recharge feed, then shut down for a few hours."
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Battlefield

"I notice you're not lamenting Fangry very much, boss. Can't say that I blame you." Octopunch said to Bludgeon before turning to Drift. "Just because the boss won't kill you doesn't mean we want to chat, traitor. Don't pretend that what you to us did goes away just because I'm not trying to skewer you with my trident today. It's an insult to all the good Decepticons who died because of you."
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Northern Border

"Put him in a zoo?" Birdbrain suggested jokingly. "Honestly, I don't know, Slog. What are they going to do with Bludgeon or the Dinobots or the Wreckers or the Stunticons now that the war's over? Or that maniac Rage?"

Wildfly, meanwhile, had wandered off and started smashing the windows in a nearby, mostly-intact storefront.

"Pretty sure he'll wind up in jail in short order, honestly. What else is there for someone like him, when he's not getting paid to kill people?"
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The Lunatic Fringe

"I suppose you're probably right," Spinister told Misfire as they left the Autobot medical ship behind. "And I'm sure I'll find something to do with my time, eventually. But I was brought online during the war and sent directly out to the front lines. War has literally been my whole life. I'm pretty sure I can adapt, but what about the guys who aren't as smart or as experienced?" He made an exasperated noise. "I just volunteered to babysit them, didn't I?"
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Cyclonus considered what Blitzwing had to say, and eventually nodded. "Yes, we should gather the surviving senior officers." He looked around before saying, "Though perhaps not here. Having a meeting surrounded by Autobots in a room where two of our own supposed leaders died would probably create the impression of surrender, not peace. Unfortunately I'm not sure where else we could go, since Thunderwing glassed Polyhex, Megatron got Kolkular blown up and those Breastforce idiots absconded with Trypticon."

He glanced towards Optimus and added as an aside, "They'll be trouble, by the way. We'll have to keep an eye out for them."

Turning back to Blitzwing, he continued, "Considering the leadership you've shown over the years, I think it's only fitting that you're one of the people standing at the forefront of a peacetime Decepticon government. Only, you'll have to promise not to take advice from football coaches this time around. Even Skywarp thought you were dumb after that one."
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Ultra Magnus saw Sixshot enter, and found himself surprised to agree with the sixchanger. "I suppose if someone like you has a place at all, it would be with us," he admitted.
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(OOC: I'll reply with Ramjet over in the Iacon thread, since that's where we're headed.)

Blackjack
2013-01-29, 02:07 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

"Never stopped Swerve. Or Chase. Or Freeway." Searchlight replied to Sludge. "By the time we made Autobot City I think Grapple convinced Ultra Magnus to make a small racing circuit on account of Blurr. Or something. Never been into races myself."

Searchlight shrugged. "Blurr and Windcharger used to play Need For Speed to insane amounts, and the Pipes had to drive them out because we wanted to play other things."

Searchlight chuckled. "I guess so, but when you're on the receiving end of those claws it isn't so funny. Especially when you're my size."
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Constructicon Hospital

"What's the deal with the whole Rodimus Convoy anyway?" Brawl asked. "Never got it, even though I was an Autobot at that time. I think. Kind of forgot."

Blast Off chuckled, "Are you sure we aren't remembering the Reflector clones, or the Frenzy Rumble imitators, or those Metrodrones? We do have a lot of generic models running around, and that's not counting Seekers or the bugs."
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"Well, obviously we'll make him out of that golden metal Electrum, duh!" Mixmaster jeered back at Scrapper.

Hook met Scrapper's glower with a defiant glare. "Without a proper power distributor, he'll just be an intelligent doorstop, Scrapper. Better to make a mindless, destructive and mobile beast under our control, than to make a big, fat, immobile Perceptor. Surely you see that point."

Scavenger poked his index fingers together, thinking Scrapper was berating him as well. "I... thought it would be useful?"

Long Haul raised his hands defensively. "What? If you guys hadn't forced me to carry me-sized transformation cogs around a city 24/7, and let me do things, I wouldn't have done that! 'Sides, I wasn't myself at that time. I blame Mixmaster blowing up that... that purple gas thingie!"

"Why is everything that goes wrong my fault?" Mixmaster yelled shrilly.

"Because it usually is, moron!" Long Haul snapped back.

Windcharger shrugged, "To be fair, he did do a fairly good job of crushing said volcano. Before I could get my stuff out of my room there too, on account of being, you know, dead. Did you guys keep track of who got me, by the way?"

"Mixmaster!" Long Haul quipped, earning a raucous peal of laughter from Bonecrusher.

Windcharger turned back to Scrapper and nodded. "Let's see... from the people in this room alone... the Dinobots are, well, Dinobots. Gears is a whiny little twit, Primus rest his spark. So's Huffer. The two together are near-unbearable. And, well, have you ever tried to get in a conversation with Blurr?" Windcharger sighed. "Trailbreaker has his whoopee cushions and random pranks, Tracks and Sunstreaker always go on and on about how glossy their bodywork is, Brawn goes around insulting anyone who so much as touches a science book..."
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"Youngling?" Tinker asked Sandstorm with a quizzical look, but didn't question Sandstorm any further. "Yes, the sleep will do you good. Rest well."
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Battlefield

"He is an animal, not like Black Battle Convoy." Bludgeon replied to Octopunch. "He is an uncontrolled beast whose allegiance with the Decepticons is one of convenience and not loyalty. The only reason he is in the Mayhem Attack Squad at all is that someone needs to direct that much unbridled rage... and I am the only one he fears enough to do so."

Drift shrugged at Octopunch's comment. "Eh, I wanted to see how you guys were doing."

Bludgeon turned to address the turncoat traitor. "Begone, honourless cur. Octopunch speaks truly. While it is dishonourable to murder you due to the truce, it is likewise dishonourable to ignore all the Decepticons that died because of your shameless treachery. Do not tempt me to prioritize one over the other." Bludgeon pulled out his katana. "You do not want to test me. You may have picked up several techniques on your own, but you are still a far way from being able to even give me a decent swordfight, let alone best me."

"I heard what you spoke with Sideswipe, apparently you value my teachings enough to consider him a valuable student." Drift shot back. "Anyway, gone." The former Decepticon turned around, tossing the Decepticon insignia that he had used while fooling Shadow Striker earlier, which clanked near Bludgeon's feet. "I don't expect- or want- forgiveness. I'm sorry... master. I am an Autobot. Now and forevermore."

With that, Drift leapt away, a white blur as he transformed into his vehicle mode and roared off into the distance.
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Northern Border

"Dead, the Stunticons are, if accurate these status updates are." Slog replied to Birdbrain. "But seen, your point is. Inhumane, a zoo would be, even for Wildfly. But too destructive, he is, for a peaceful planet, yet a lifetime in prison, even Wildfly do not deserves."

Slog shook his head. "Think of something, we should."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"Eh, me too, boss. Me too." Misfire replied to Spinister. "Least, I don't remember much before Nebulos after being rebuild after that whole Unicron fiasco. Bloody Finback..." Misfire chuckled. "But of course. Triggerhappy, at least, will need babysitting. Can you imagine a world where he can't shoot anything?"
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Sixshot regarded Ultra Magnus with a nod. "Too many of your people bear me a grudge, and I too am too destructive to a peaceful world. I am a weapon. So are you. We have no place here. We have no purpose."
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"I don't count Thunderwing as being a supposed leader." Blitzwing spat at the Pretender's corpse. "But your point stands, Cyclonus."

The triple changer frowned. "I am unfamiliar with Protihex's topography, and a good part of it had been fire-bombed into rubble by Imperials anyway. Perhaps the Constructicons' field hospital? Or the Imperials' former landing zone?" He scowled. "Breastforce? So that is the reason Trypticon did not join us. Those bastards."

Blitzwing smiled thinly at the memory of his disastrous attempt of getting a local 'strategist'. "Hush, you. That's ancient history."

Blitzwing began to pace. "Senior officers... counting the two of us, I think there's only Bludgeon, Shrapnel, Hun-Grrr and the Monstructor guys. Probably Rage or some of the surviving Seekers. We don't count Shockwave anymore, do we?"

Warcry
2013-02-04, 04:34 AM
Hoist's Shuttle

"Me Sludge no like racing either," he told Searchlight. "Probably because me Sludge slow. Also, heavy. Damage road by running. Always like fishing better. Peaceful, quiet. Still not know how Grimlock talk Rodimus into stocking ponds on Cybertron, though."

He frowned. "How Blurr play video games? His hands too fast, break controllers. No?"
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Constructicon Hospital

Snarl shook his head. "You're asking the wrong Dinobot," he told Brawl. "Grimlock worked for him. Me, I just smashed heads."

The Dinobots' new leader sighed, then said, "But I guess I shouldn't really be hanging out here. I'm going to go round up as much of the B-team as I can find, and then we can decide as a team whether to stick around Protihex or not."
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"We already had a power distributor!" Scrapper told Hook. "Long Haul brought one with us from Chaar. Which he told you, at least eight times. And we didn't even use the one you build anyway, because Mixmaster accidentally set it on fire!"

He turned to Scavenger and said, "And it was! Thank you, by the way, for anticipating how little work our friend Hook gets done."

Answering Windcharger, he said, "Ah, you've got it easy. I have to put up with Hook never getting any work done, Mixmaster blowing up everything he touches, Long Haul constantly grousing about not getting to build anything and Bonecrusher grousing whenever he does have to build instead of break. Not to mention the other Decepticons...Ramjet constantly trying to challenge everyone to headbutt duels, Dirge filming everyone all the time, Starscream trying to rile us up against Megatron, Skywarp trying (and failing) to push people down stairs, Dead End moping, Breakdown sobbing in the corner, Brawl over there CONSTANTLY SHOUTING, Buzzsaw trying to paint everything I built, Ratbat constantly trying to convince us to go freelance so he wouldn't have to pay our health insurance and Rampage smashing stuff whenever the TV signal went out."
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Sandstorm nodded to Tinker, then laid his head back and shut down.
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Battlefield

"Actually, no, he's not," Octopunch told Bludgeon. "He used to be, but now he's a bunch of small particles of dust floating in orbit. In my books, good riddance."

He watched Drift go, adding, "To him too."

The aquatic Decepticon looked at Bludgeon, then at Stranglehold, then back to Bludgeon again.

"So...what's next for the Mayhem Attack Squad, boss?"
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Northern Border

"I suppose having him put down is out of the question?" Birdbrain sighed. "Well, we can't just let him wander around here," he told Slog at last. "Eventually someone will have had enough of his crap. I really don't know what a vicious little monster like him could do, though, other than hurting people."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"He can't successfully shoot anything now," Spinister told Misfire. "That's the problem. Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm at a loss to explain why Cyclonus and Scourge thought you three would be the best choices to equip with extra-powerful weapons."

Returning to the building that the leaders had camped out in, he lowered himself to the ground and transformed to robot mode.
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"They will be dealt with in time," Cyclonus told Blitzwing coldly when the other Decepticon reacted angrily to Breastforce's betrayal.

He pondered the other Decepticon's list of senior officers, frowning. "Whether or not Shockwave counts is, at this point, entirely up to Shockwave. I would appreciate his input, though. Also Blackjack and Spinister, along with Wingspan or Tracer if they survived the battle. Howlback, once she's repaired and ready for duty, would probably assume Soundwave's old role. Skystalker would probably qualify as well." His expression turned grim. "We have taken serious losses in recent years, there is no doubt about that."
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"I can't help but disagree," Ultra Magnus told Sixshot. "Your purpose is what you choose it to be. If you don't want to be a weapon anymore, choose not to be and find something else to do with your life." His optics narrowed. "But that will be a great deal easier to do if you're not on a planet filled with civilians who run away screaming every time you come within two blocks."

zigzagger
2013-02-06, 08:24 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

(OOC: D'oh! I think I meant for Prowl to say 'third Matrix' instead. I mean, I know - and therefore so should he - about the Chaos Matrix. Oh well.)

Cyclonus glanced towards Optimus and added as an aside, "They'll be trouble, by the way. We'll have to keep an eye out for them."

The Autobot Leader nodded. "Hm, Leozack," he said, foreboding. "They do present a threat, especially while the Decepticons put their house in order..."

Prime shifted his gaze to Blitzwing. "If you do not mind me asking," he said, "but have you considered taking up the mantle of leadership? If what Cyclonus says is true, re-establishing the status quo now among the Decepticon ranks could prevent an insurgence."

--

Optimus regarded Ultra Magnus. "Of course you are welcome to join me, old friend." Prime patted him on the shoulder. "Though, I suppose Hot Rod - or rather, Rodimus - will have to learn to manage without you this time."

Prowl raised his brow. "So, you have all ready chosen your successor?" he inquired. "Well...it would seem that I am last to learn of this news."

He sighed. "But, very well. 'Rodimus Prime' it is, then. And you need not worry; I will keep him focused."

"Yes, about that..."

The General looked on expectantly for Prime to continue.

A faint hope, the Autobot Leader silently mused, that Prowl too would chime in and volunteer to join Optimus and Cyclonus's coalition, just as Ultra Magnus had.

These days, Optimus faintly recognized his old friend. Once a loyal confidant and adviser; now cruel and indifferent. A stranger. A millennia of conflict had taken its toll. But, being the embodiment of an age old war, Prime could only blame himself.

"Prime?" Prowl finally asked.

"Hm, never mind," Optimus answered. "We'll...discuss it later."

"As you wish."

Prowl then shifted his gaze over Thunderwing's remains and, without a shred of deference, said, "We must decide what to do with the body."

The Autobot Leader pinched the bridge of his nose "...And what do you propose?"

"A cursory scan finds metallo-dielectric nanostructures throughout the remains," he said. "Remnant 'Matrix energies', would be my guess." Prowl glanced back to the other nearby Transformers. "It--Thunderwing is saturated with it. The body must be dismantled and -- if there are no objections -- destroyed. The secrets this 'mystical' power hold are best left unexplored and removed entirely from temptation."
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En route

"You will manage, Acid Storm," Shockwave radioed back. "But yes, you may proceed. We will arrive outside the anomaly in 3.0 cycles, approximately."

Warcry
2013-02-10, 07:05 AM
Battlefield

"I'll make sure you arrive in the middle of a downpour," Acid Storm assured Shockwave before signing off. Then the seeker made a few small adjustments to the software that controlled his rain-making missiles, disabling the sub-warheads that would normally seed the clouds with corrosive acid. Then he brought up the coordinates that Shockwave had provided and mentally calculated the optimal distance and height from that location to start seeding the clouds, taking into consideration prevailing winds and the size of the Hate Plague haze.

After spending a few moments on that, he fired his rockets. They flew several hundred metres ahead of him before exploding, seeding the air with a chemical mixture that attracted water vapour, transforming it into a thickening fog that quickly became fluffy white clouds. A couple minutes after that, the first traces of drizzle started to fall.
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The Lunatic Fringe

"I didn't want to impose," Ultra Magnus told Optimus Prime by way of explanation, "or to abandon my station if you thought I'd be needed here. But if you think Rodimus will be able to carry the load without my help, I'll be only too happy to join you."

Cyclonus considered what Prowl had to say carefully. "If you're concerned that the Matrix energy will revive him, I think you can rest easy that that won't happen. But I agree that it would be prudent to dispose of his remains as discreetly -- and permanently -- as possible. The last thing we'd want would be to provide a future generation of madmen a gravesite to turn into some sort of twisted shrine."

zigzagger
2013-02-13, 10:48 PM
The Lunatic Fringe

"I just assumed with your history, that you would be up to the task," said Optimus Prime. "You two had a good working relationship. But, you are under no obligation to remain on Cybertron, Ultra Magnus--

"And Rodimus won't be alone," the Autobot Leader added. "I believe he will choose his cabinet wisely. If you feel your place is with me - with us - you are most welcome. I would be honored to have you along."

---

"Good, then we are in agreement," answered Prowl. "I will instruct a hazmat unit to collect the remains and will implement the appropriate measures to ensure secrecy."

The General looked to Cyclonus. "Is this acceptable?"

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Hate Plague Danger Zone

A storm began to form over the site of the anomaly, gathering fast and at a unnatural rate. Acid Storm had done well.

As the small convoy approached, Shockwave gradually raised altitude, until he soared directly over the induced-cloud formations.

He slowed himself as he neared the center of the mass.

With his foot-mounted maneuvering thrusters, the purple cyclopean braked and hovered in place by his in-built repulsors. The modified vessel remained cradled in his arms. Below, a storm was well underway, showering down on the red haze that Thunderwing had wrought upon Protihex.

Shockwave took a moment to process the storm's radius and mass.

"Excellent."

He glanced over his shoulder to the pair of Predators that had accompanied him. "To ensure optimal dispersion of the enzymes," he said, "Darkjet; position yourself west of the storm. 25.5 latitude, 80.4 longitude," he told the Predator. "Moonjet; to the east. 25.5 latitude, 80.6 longitude. Deploy on my mark."

"You need not concern yourselves," the former-Decepticon said as an aside, "I will arm them. Scrapper, fortunately, had the foresight to equip the pod's with radio-controlled improvised explosive devices--"

"Now move to your positions."

He waited for Moonjet and Darkjet to situate themselves. Shockwave then released the stasis pod from his hold and let it drop down into the storm.

"Now," he told the Predators.

Blackjack
2013-02-16, 07:44 AM
Hoist's Shuttle

"Fishing is nice." Searchlight told Sludge. "Rollbar always liked to explore faraway fishing holes." The Throttlebot chuckled. "Rodimus always liked these... well, stranger ideas. Nice to have ponds, though. I liked them."

Searchlight shrugged, "Swerve or Wheeljack or someone coated a console with friction-resistant something or other to help Blurr play. Swerve dipped it in baby blue paint so Blurr can tell it apart. Mostly it kept glitching because the paint kept getting inside the controller itself."
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Constructicon Hospital

"And we-" Brawl replied to Snarl, "need to continue searching for survivors and executing-"

"Apprehending." Blast Off said.

"That's what I said. Apprehending Imperial survivors." Brawl finished. "Still, nice talk."

Grimstone hopped off the crate he was sitting on. "I'll help you gather around the B-team, Snarl. I'm definitely going to stick around Protihex, being Combaticon and all, but I'm still technically a Dinobot. 'Least until Road Hugger gives us the next set of orders, anyway."
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"Yes, I brought one from Chaar!" Long Haul yelled at Hook, grateful to have something to distract the conversation away from his little paint fiasco.

"The contraption you brought was not fit to be used as a strut support, let alone a power distributor!" Hook yelled snobbishly, before turning to Mixmaster. "And you!"

"What? You said you wanted an Energon infusion, I gave you an Energon infusion!" Mixmaster brought his hands up defensively.

"That doesn't mean you blow the damn thing up, you stupid lab assistant!" Long Haul yelled again. Meanwhile, at Scrapper's unexpected compliment, Scavenger mumbled bashfully as he shuffled his feet.

Windcharger shrugged. "Hook's like Gears then. Complaining little bastard who never get any work done. And then there's all the suspicion floating around. Idiots like Brawn who hate Perceptor for being smarter, or Cliffjumper who one day decides without any measure that Mirage is suddenly a Decepticon traitor." Windcharger shrugs, "If it makes you any better, Dirge is still filming everything all the time. Grimlock kept roaring at Optimus Prime to bring down the wrath of Primus down on you Decepticons, Trailbreaker's our Skywarp equivalent, Siren KEEPS SHOUTING AS WELL, Grapple and Hoist trying to build random little replicas of stuff, Bluestreak never shutting up..."

Windcharger trailed off. "Wait, back up. You guys have health insurance?"
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Battlefield

"Mm." Bludgeon told Octopunch noncommittally. "Still, he died for the Decepticon cause, even if he will not be missed." Bludgeon watched where Drift had disappeared. "The idiot had talent. It is a pity our paths had not crossed each other after his defection, or I would have given him the death he deserved."

Bludgeon shook his head. "The Mayhem Attack Squad, as it seems is down to only the three of us again. I sense that we may be needed elsewhere, however. Follow me." Bludgeon began to walk away, towards the location of the Lunatic Fringe.
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Northern Border

"Inhumane, putting him down would be." Slog told Birdbrain. "Tempting, though. After a lifetime of depravities, no harm will one more immoral act be..."
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The Lunatic Fringe

Misfire shrugged. "Neither did I. And I thought having extra-powerful weaponry would mean that someone can help me aim. Good thing Aimless died on the Death Star, good riddance I say. No offence to actually good Targetmaster Nebulans."

Misfire transformed and landed next to Spinister. "Um... yo?" he said uncertainly.
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"Yes." Blitzwing replied to Cyclonus. "They will be dealt with in time."

Blitzwing shrugged at Optimus Prime, "That's what I implied just now, Prime. Yeah. If only not to let Astrotrain's good work all go to waste." The triple-changer shrugged, "Besides, assuming Bludgeon will follow Cyclonus off-planet, I'm about the only sensible ranking officer the Decepticons have anyway."

The triple-changer shrugged. "The Micromaster? Why not? And Spinister... knowing him, he's standing behind me just as I'm about to make some sarcastic glib about his paintjob." Blitzwing turned around just as Spinister and Misfire landed. "Right on cue! Everything is as it should be."

Misfire shrugged, "Not Buzzsaw or Ravage? Last I heard, Ravage was sulking after Soundwave's dead, though. I'll put out a general call for Wingspan and Tracer if they're still around. As for Skystalker... the little scraplet's basically a new Starscream, isn't he? And last I heard he was still in space." Blitzwing sighed. "Yes, we have, Cyclonus. This campaign... has taken its toll."
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"How do I choose?" Sixshot replied to Ultra Magnus, a slight hint of resentment in his voice. "I know nothing outside of battle. I have no other skills, I am unable to find anything to do with my life. Coming with the rest of you is the only thing left to me, other than shutting down and waiting to be reactivated for the next great war."

Sixshot turned to Prowl. "I can help with the corpse-decimating. I know how to get rid of a body without leaving anything but a crater. I daresay none of us in the room hold any love for Thunderwing."
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

Moonjet and Darkjet hovered behind Shockwave. "Right." Darkjet said, and the two Predators dispersed as Shockwave had ordered, towards the coordinates the former Decepticon leader had given them. Who are they to question Shockwave, after all?

When Shockwave gave the order, the two Predators dropped their pods with unnatural efficiency. It was one thing being independent, it was another being able to remove all the hive-mind coordination they had.

Warcry
2013-02-20, 02:32 AM
Hoist's Shuttle

Sludge laughed. "That not Wheeljack," he told Searchlight. "Wheeljack not use simple idea. If it Wheeljack, he build timewarp to slow Blurr down to normal speed."

Then the Dinobot looked up at Hoist, a questioning expression on his face. "Me Sludge fixed yet?"
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Constructicon Hospital

"Right," Snarl said to Grimstone, nodding to the smaller Dinobot. "Well, I'll see you around, in that case."
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Scrapper turned his back, ignoring the other Constructicons' bickering. "Of course we have health insurance," he said to Windcharger, evidently surprised. "You don't? Ratbat got us a good deal with a Skuxxoid firm. Nasty creatures, Skuxxoids, but nice and gullible too. They think we're 'Deception Inc.', some sort of human company. Apparently they have no idea why they've been paying for replacement gears and wiring for so long."
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Battlefield

"Whatever you say," Octopunch said to Bludgeon, clearly not feeling as much appreciation for Fangry's sacrifice as his commander.
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Hate Plague Danger Zone

His work done, Acid Storm shot out of the cloud at full thrust. He wasn't sure exactly what Shockwave was doing with it, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to stick around to find out.
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Northern Border

Birdbrain frowned. "Yeah, I suppose."

He glanced over his shoulder at Wildfly, who was currently doing his best to rip down a light standard.

"I'll distract him by having my shell trip over itself, if you want to shoot him. I guess the only other alternative would be to find out if Rung is taking Decepticon patients now that the war's over."
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The Lunatic Fringe

Cyclonus pondered Prowl's suggestion, then shook his head. "I appreciate the offer," he told the Autobot, "but Thunderwing is my people's mess, both literally and figuratively. He was the Decepticons' albatross, and we should be the ones to dispose of him. Consider it a...catharsis, of sorts."

Anticipating the frown that surely would be spreading over Prowl's face any second now, he continued. "But since you don't trust us, and rightly so, you can of course send along an Autobot observer to ensure that the job is done correctly."

Glancing over to the newly-returned Spinister, he said, "Ready your men, please. I have one last job for my loyal Targetmasters today."
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"Well, we're not going to Nebulos to find you a new one," Spinister told Misfire. "And we're not changing the unit name either, because I don't want to get all that letterhead reprinted. So if anyone asks, just tell them that your new gun turns into a Micromaster or something."

Then he told Cyclonus, "Acknowledged." He briefly glanced down at Thunderwing's corpse, then sent Slugslinger off to retrieve their shuttle. "We'll take care of it."

Cyclonus shook his head. "You'll need to stay here," he told Spinister, "for the Decepticon senior staff meeting."

"Needlenose can handle things, in that case."

"Oh, I'll handle things," Needlenose agreed. "I know just where to put him..." He gave Sixshot a grin. "Come with us, big guy. If anyone owes ol T-wing one, I figure it's you."
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With that settled, Cyclonus turned to Blitzwing. "If we can set up a hololink, Ravage and Buzzsaw should be there too. But they're in orbit, the last I checked."
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"Then I would be honoured to accompany you," Ultra Magnus told Prime. "I'll just have to find a way to break it to Hot Rod that he'll have to find someone else to help him with the paperwork. He was...not especially fond of the bureaucratic part of the job last time, and I doubt that's changed."

Then he scowled at Sixshot. "Listen to yourself! By even thinking what you just said, you're spitting on the graves of all the Autobots -- and Decepticons -- that you've killed. And last I checked, respect was a big thing for you. You owe it to them to make something of yourself."

Blackjack
2013-02-20, 01:50 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

"No, Wheeljack offered to build a kinetic amplifier to bring us all up to Blurr's speed. But then it wasn't compatible with the Playstation's systems, so I Pipes and Swerve came up with the friction grease thing." Searchlight shrugged. "I miss them all."
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Constructicon Hospital

Grimstone nodded. "You take that side, I take this side, we meet back in front of the hospital in a couple of hours with whoever we found?"
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"Nah. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings, not health insurance." Windcharger laughed. "Ratchet, Hoist and the others are happy to fix us, but only during wartime. Peacetime, our health problem is all broken. Not the fault of our medics, of course, but then they needed to get their salaries from somewhere."

Windcharger shrugged, "I think the Dinobots and the Wreckers broke it by themselves after being more bashed up than the rest of the army combined between any given time."
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Northern Border

Slog shook his head. "Dignity, I still have... and besides, a shell I do not." Slog shrugged, "Take me down, he would, if missed I did. Alive, Rung is?"
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The Lunatic Fringe

Misfire shrugged, "I've had enough of Nebulon fleshbags, present company excluded. Your guns are pretty good. And, well, I'm assuming I'm a literal target master now, so there's that." Misfire grinned as he saluted at Cyclonus. "Oh you bet we'll take good care of the corpse. Do you want us to take care of Starscream too?"

"Be nice." Blitzwing scolded Misfire. "For all we know, Starscream died in the line of duty." The triple-changer paused. "Or in an attempt to wring the Matrix's power to assume Thunderwing's role, if I know Starscream well. But still, mewling worm that he is, he still died with Decepticon pride, unlike Thunderwing."

"Oh, okay then." Misfire shrugged.

Blitzwing turned back to Cyclonus. "I will arrange for the summoning of the rest of the Decepticon senior staff, once you have decided on a place to meet."
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Sixshot nodded at Needlenose, very grateful that they had asked him to come with. Meetings were never his thing, and he did, as Needlenose had said, owed Thunderwing 'one'. "Thank you, Needlenose. I appreciate it." Sixshot said. "Thunderwing... owes us a lot. Which one of you pulled the trigger that killed him?"

Sixshot turned to regard Ultra Magnus, and shook his head. "I have my honour as a warrior, but, like you said, there is nothing to be gained here for me, not when the world shuns me as a weapon. I would serve our race -- and the memory of those I have slain -- better if I depart from here and accompany you into outer space."

Warcry
2013-03-01, 12:11 AM
Hoist's Shuttle

Sludge frowned. "Most them still alive, no?" he asked Searchlight. "Me Sludge no keep track of Minibots, but me not think me hear too many of them die in last few years."
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Constructicon Hospital

Snarl gave Grimstone a nod. "Sounds like a plan to me," he told the smaller Dinobot. "See you around."
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Scrapper shrugged. "Yeah, Megatron was never big on paying for repairs either. But Ratbat, bless his greedy fuel pump, figured out it cost less to scam the Skuxxoids into paying for repairs than it did to build replacements after letting us die. I have to say, morale improved quite a bit after that. Really helped the troops get over the shame of taking orders from a cassette."

Then he winced. "Just a word of warning, though. When you're on a Decepticon base, it's probably not a good idea to use the word 'Wrecker' casually. Eventually someone will panic and start shooting. We're pretty jumpy that way. Imagine Strafe, except a whole room full of him."
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Northern Border

Birdbrain sighed. "Do I look like I'm familiar with the Autobots' personnel database?" he asked rhetorically. "I just tossed out the name of the most famous psychiatrist I could think of. But my point stands. Wildfly needs someone who can teach him to express his feelings without using rocket launchers, not impatient teammates who feel like babysitters."
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The Lunatic Fringe

Cyclonus returned Misfire's salute. "Better safe than sorry," he told the other Decepticon. "I can't picture anyone foolish enough to idolize Starscream of all people, but who knows what the future holds?"

Turning to Blitzwing, he frowned for a moment as he downloaded a current map of Protihex from what little remained of the Decepticons' orbital satellite network.

"The Flats appears to be relatively unscathed," he told the Triplechanger. "There's a decent-sized forum there that we should be able to co-opt. Let's meet there."
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Needlenose thought about bragging to Sixshot about how he'd been the one to end Thunderwing's life, but decided not to. "You know...it doesn't really matter," he said at last. "What's important is we stopped him, not who fired the last bullet."

Grabbing Thunderwing's corpse by the shoulder, he started dragging it to the exit where Slugslinger was waiting with the ship that Spinister and his crew had arrived in. "Misfire, Triggerhappy, could you guys grab the shells? And Sixshot, if you'd take Starscream that'd be perfect."
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Ultra Magnus gave Sixshot a nod. "Then we'll take you," he told the sixchanger, trying not to show that he was still more than a little unsettled by the prospect. "But behave. If I hear about you trying to work out that warrior's instincts on the crew we'll have to leave you on the first asteroid we pass."

Blackjack
2013-03-06, 03:28 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

"Pretty sure Gears and Warpath bit the dust today, Primus rest their souls. Saw Windcharger just now. Chase is helping Hot Rod run for mayor or something. Freeway's well... you know. Bumblebee's on trial for some thing or other." Searchlight told Sludge. "Really not sure how the rest of the gang's doing. But yeah, I do hope not too many of them died the past few years."
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Constructicon Hospital

"Despite being a total dipstick, Ratbat's a very effective Decepticon leader, isn't he?" Windcharger shrugged. "I have to admit, that attack on us on the Moon was devastating on us. Should be good for the cassette's pocketbook."

Windcharger glanced around, and smiled amusedly when a couple of Decepticons (and ex-Decepticons) had flinched or taken a rather hostile stance at the word 'Wrecker'.

"Yeah, I can see that. 'Bludgeon' gave us the same effect as well." Windcharger grinned as he watched Bonecrusher trying to extract Scavenger, who had been so spooked he was clinging comically onto the demolition specialist's back.
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Northern Border

Slog shrugged. "Pity that someone, I do. Emotions, not sure I am if Wildfly has them. Hate, excepted. Big ball of hate, he is."
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The Lunatic Fringe

Misfire snorted. "Find that hard to believe myself, sir, because it's Starscream and all." The Targetmaster then moved to take one of Thunderwing's shells, dragging it by the leg towards Slugslinger's ship.

"I still think Starscream deserves a proper Decepticon burial." Blitzwing said out loud, "But I don't really mind either way." The triple-changer nodded. "I shall summon the rest of the Decepticon forces, then." He opened a communications channel, broadcasting it to Bludgeon, Blackjack, Shrapnel, Shockwave, Rage, Hun-Grr, Razorclaw, Wingspan, Venom, Scrapper, Skystalker and Howlback, as well as a holoconference feed to Buzzsaw and Ravage.

"Decepticon officers, this is Blitzwing." The triple-changer said. "Cyclonus, Spinister and myself are meeting at these coordinates in order to discuss the future of the Decepticon faction. If you are able, please make yourself present there."
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Sixshot nodded. "You speak wisely, Needlenose. He is dead. That is all."

Sixshot gave Ultra Magnus an incredulous expression. "Why, you treat me as if I am Motormaster or Fangry. Despite my reputation, I am no barely-controlled rage-monster itching for a fight. Battle may be my purpose, but I approach it with the exact same methodicalness as you do, Ultra Magnus. You do not have to fear me losing control and causing a killing spree through your crew. There is no honour in that."

Sixshot knelt down beside Starscream's corpse, and lifted it with one hand by the leg. "What do you have in mind, Needlenose?

Warcry
2013-03-07, 06:47 AM
Hoist's Shuttle

Sludge shrugged. "If them dead, me sure them died good. Me Sludge think that a good end. Grimlock, Slag, Swoop...them die like Dinobots. Me miss them, but me proud." He looked at Searchlight and said, "But me know not all Autobots think like Dinobots."
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Constructicon Hospital

"Was," Scrapper told Windcharger. "Squeezeplay killed him for some reason. Or so we thought, anyway. Soundwave eventually bought his head back on eBay. Once he talked to me about it, but funny thing. That big body he was walking around in for a few years? A transtector, apparently. It had copies of his datatracks, enough to operate on it's own for extended periods and fool people, but it wasn't actually alive. The real Ratbat was driving the thing around in tape mode. We got Barricade to do some digging -- You remember Barricade? Not the dwarf, the other one -- and it turns out that the whole thing was a scam. The little bastard is on Earth somewhere, running an oil company and living like a king. Last I heard Soundwave was using the fake head as a calculator and working with the real thing to sneak Energon past the embargo on Earth."

Scrapper turned toward Scavenger and sighed. "You can get down. I promise you there aren't any living Wreckers anywhere near the building."
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Northern Border

Birdbrain shook his head. "I don't agree," he told Slog. "He's a destructive menace, sure, but I never really thought it was about hate. He's like a human kid smashing stuff because he doesn't know any better. If someone could help him grow up, maybe he'd stop."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"I would agree," Cyclonus told Blitzwing, "if not for his nasty habit of not staying dead. If nothing else I want to make sure he's got nowhere to go back to if being blasted by the Matrix wasn't enough to kill him off for good."

Once the Triplechanger had summoned the rest of their depleted leadership group, Cyclonus gave a final nod to Optimus and said, "I'm afraid I must take my leave of you now, but I'll be in touch shortly."

Then he told Blitzwing, "I'll meet you there. I've got one last stop to make first."
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Needlenose just nodded to Sixshot, trying not to express smug satisfaction at his own maturity.

"The Acid Wastes," he said at last. "They're already a nasty mess of radiation, enough to make it impossible to spot Thunders here with sensors. We sink 'em to the bottom of one of the acid lakes, and let nature do it's thing. No one'll find 'em, and in a few years there ain't gonna be nothin' to find anyway."

Triggerhappy dragged his shell out the door, nodding along with the other Targetmaster. "When'd you get to be so smart, anyway?"

"Must be the company I keep," Needlenose shrugged. "And no, I don't mean you guys."
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"Perhaps," Ultra Magnus told Sixshot. "Perhaps not. If we didn't trust you to act like a civilized Transformer we wouldn't have invited you to start with. But we'll definitely take precautions. We're not stupid."

Blackjack
2013-03-09, 04:39 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

Searchlight sighed. "Good death or no, I'd rather all of them -- Dinobots and Minibots -- are alive here. But yeah, they had... good... ends, I suppose, if you can call dying good. They'd think it's good ones, I suppose."
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Constructicon Hospital

Windcharger shook his head in disbelief. "Soundwave... bought his head back... on eBay. That's not a very Soundwavey thing to do." Windcharger's amused smile grew larger and larger as he listened to Scrapper's story about Ratbat's body being a Transtector. "Damn bastard." Windcharger laughed. "Well, I suppose since he's not hurting anyone there, we'll just leave him be. But you Decepticons sure tell rather... interesting stories. Interesting being a mild way of saying things, of course."

"Are you sure there won't be any Wreckers?" Scavenger mewled as he let go of Bonecrusher.

Long Haul laughed in a raucous manner. "What do you think, idiot? We're having a truce! A truce! Don't you know what that meansWHOAAHOLYMOTHERBOARD"

Long Haul dived under a table almost comically, knocking Mixmaster off-balance and sending the chemist toppling onto Bonecrusher and Scavenger, all three landing in a surprised, screaming and shouting pile of green and purple. Hook roared at the other Constructicons furiously, shouting obscenities and insults at them.

Leaning in the doorway, barely fitting, was a very surprised Broadside, red optic band opened wide. "Um, did I come at a bad time? We kind of brought wounded and... uh..."

By that point, Windcharger had added to the ruckus by laughing at the Constructicons.
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Shrapnel got up from where he was sitting, and shook his head. That was enough depression for a day. Needler chirped at the motion, and scuttled up Shrapnel's leg.

The Insecticon walked towards Scrapper, arms crossed against his chest. "Scrapper, I assume you've heard the call, call. Are you coming, or, well, no offense to you or your leadership, but..." Shrapnel gestured vaguely at the Constructicon rabble. "Will you be staying here instead to keep an eye on things, things?"
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En Route

Bludgeon had no expression as Blitzwing contacted him, but he turned abruptly to Stranglehold and Octopunch. "Our destination has changed. We are going to these coordinates... it appears our presence is no longer required in battle. Instead..." Bludgeon all but spat the next sentence, "We discuss politics."
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Northern Border

"Someone else, better, than me." Slog replied to Birdbrain. "Desire to be beaten up, I have none. Expensive, repairing gold finish is."
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The Lunatic Fringe

Blitzwing snorted. "Didn't stop him from using other Decepticons as his vessel the last two or three times he came back. Your old boss atomized him into dust and that didn't stop him. But if you say so."

Blitzwing nodded to Optimus Prime and the rest of the Autobots. "Likewise myself." The triple-changer glanced quizzically at Cyclonus, but didn't question the Unicron-spawned Decepticon. "As you wish. I'll try to stop the others from killing each other. Or the Autobots."
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Sixshot gave Ultra Magnus a withering glare. "And I repeat myself: I am as civilized as you are. We both merely do our jobs. I merely happen to be more engrossed in it than you are. I do politely request that you stop insulting me."

Sixshot sighed as he walked out of the building, muttering at Needlenose. "Autobots. I swear. I'd expect this from our kind, but they're supposedly all about equality."

The sixchanger nodded. "We're not going to blow them up or tear them apart first? Makes dissolving quicker. But it'd be uncivilized, admittedly."

zigzagger
2013-03-10, 08:30 AM
The Lunatic Fringe

"But since you don't trust us, and rightly so," said Cyclonus, "you can of course send along an Autobot observer to ensure that the job is done correctly."

"We understand each other," Prowl answered, making no attempt to hide his suspicion. "Good. I will have someone in place."

---

Cyclonus gave a final nod to Optimus and said, "I'm afraid I must take my leave of you now, but I'll be in touch shortly."

"Of course, by all means," the Autobot Leader kindly replied. "Put your affairs in order, first. I will be waiting."

---

Prowl silently watched as the Decepticons departed, before piping up in typical fashion. "We are allowing them to leave with the Decepticon Matrix and with Thunderwing's remains, then?"

"I trust Cyclonus, Prowl," Optimus replied. "Besides, the alliance is too beneficial to both sides to be broken. I believe he will do the right thing."

"That is all well and good, but--" The General stopped short, though he had made it patently clear that he disagreed with the Autobot Leader's decision. "Hn, my apologies. Do as you will."

He then started for the exit. "If our business here is finished, I will contact our forces--"

"Prime. Ultra Magnus," Prowl regarded the two Autobots as he departed.
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Hoist's Shuttle

Hoist busied himself over Sludge's leg, content to remain silent and lose himself in his work while Searchlight and the Dinobot passed the time reminiscing.

"Sorry," he told Sludge. "I was 'in the zone', as they say." The Autobot mechanic shut the compartment on the larger Autobot's shin and continued. "At any rate, it'll take some time until I can draw up parts for your Dino-form," he said. "The components are not exactly...conventional, and thus not readily available--

"Mechanoid form's in working order, though," Hoist assured him. "You should be able to move about without any pain."

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Hate Plague Danger Zone

With a flash of his optic, Shockwave signaled the electrical firing circuits inside the three modified stasis pods. And simultaneously, they ignited inside the induced storm.

The resulting force wave scattered the enzymes within, seeding the cloud formations just as the former-Decepticon had calculated.

Shockwave probed the storm and waited for the counteragent to take affect. And he waited...

Until finally, Hook's enzymes began to take. The red haze was fading. They had succeeded.

"Objective achieved," he eventually spoke up.

The former-Decepticon looked to the west and east edges of the storm where Darkjet and Moonjet were positioned.

"Inform the Constructicons that the virus has been neutralized," he said, "Additional seeding however may be necessary to ensure its complete eradication--"

"You are dismissed," he concluded. "For now. I may still have use for you."

--

Shockwave had shifted his attention back to storm when he received Blitzwing's summon. The cyclopean considered declining the triplechanger's offer. He had resigned, after all, and no longer considered himself Decepticon...

Still, as their once-commander, the new guard could benefit from Shockwave's input and experience.

"I will arbitrate the proceedings, if I am permitted to," he answered Blitzwing. "That is all I can do. If that is acceptable, then we shall convene at the coordinates you have provided."

Blackjack
2013-03-10, 12:18 PM
Hate Plague Danger Zone

Moonjet and Darkjet transformed into robot mode and watched as the Hate Plague began to dissipate slightly. "We didn't know about this." Darkjet said out loud. "If it matters. I mean, we knew Skydive and Thunderwing were cooking up old super-weapons, but we didn't know the Hate Plague was going to be released."

"Indiscriminately." Moonjet piped up.

"We shall get going, then." Darkjet told Shockwave. "You know where to find us." The two Predators transformed and shot off back towards the Constructicon hospital.
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En Route

"We'd be happy to have you around." Blitzwing replied to Shockwave. And to keep the more unruly members of our faction in check, Blitzwing added silently. "Still sure you're not coming back to the fold? We could really use someone like you."
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Combaticon Warehouse

Road Hugger screeched to a stop where their base is, and sighed. The battle had not been kind. The Combaticons with him -- Thunderhead, Chopsaw, Undertow, Brimstone, Breacher, Blowpipe and several others not currently searching for wounded -- as well as Detour. Road Hugger wasn't sure whether his old friend would want to be a Combaticon, or continue being a Decepticon now that the Civil War has ended, or a simple civilian (Detour'd like that) but he's glad that Detour was with him.

Blackjack was with them too, but he's been called back to duty by the Decepticons. Road Hugger hoped that whoever took charge of this mess, Gigatron or Bludgeon or Scorponok or whomever, would not take the initiative and loot Protihex.

They don't have the manpower to hold off a second army.

They don't even have a proper base, now that half the building has caved in, most likely from an air bombing. Road Hugger was thankful it wasn't the half with their weapon supplies, or the explosion would've been catastrophic. "Spread out. Keep your weapons ready in case someone decides to try and steal our stuff. Somebody please find out what happened to Scoutstinger and his team." Road Hugger said. "Load any medical supplies to Blowpipe. Breacher, Brimstone, you'll guard Blowpipe as he makes a convoy back to the Constructicon Hospital. Once you guys get there, tell Blast Off and Brawl to get off their skidplates and help out."

Road Hugger watched as his Combaticons entered the ruined buildings, and sighed as he followed them in, Detour perched on a shoulder. They didn't take four steps in before Thunderhead boomed out. "BOSS WE FOUND THEM."

The Combaticon leader walked up to where Thunderhead and Undertow were crouching near a pile of rubble and winced at the barely recognizable body below it. Three more were strewn around in the general vicinity, crushed by rubble in various positions. "Guess we know why they went radio silent." Undertow sighed.

Road Hugger sighed. "Get them- their bodies- out. Get them to Scrapper, they might still be useful to save the other wounded." Four more Combaticons dead, and their only fault was to patrol the wrong half of their base when the bombing happened.

They might have won the war, but to continue on... would be difficult.

zigzagger
2013-03-13, 02:24 AM
Hate Plague Danger Zone

"I am committed to Protihex and its people, Blitzwing," Shockwave told the triplechanger. "I will not betray their confidence. Not now. I participate in this council solely in an advisory capacity."

The purple cyclopean shifted into laser gun mode. "We shall meet at the specified rendezvous point."

Shockwave ignited his thrusters and shot off.

Warcry
2013-03-15, 01:09 AM
Hoist's Shuttle

"That what important, then," Sludge told Searchlight. "If them die good, then them happy at end. That best any of us hope for, Sludge think.
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Constructicon Hospital

"Oh, he used proxies, of course," Scrapper told Windcharger. "Hacked some human's account and charged it to his Paypal." He shrugged. "Soundwave gets bored, sometimes."

When Broadside arrived, Scrapper just sighed. "You'll have to excuse them," he told the Autobot. "They're existentially terrified of you Wreckers for some reason. Now, I've got to go to some sort of time-wasting staff meeting, but...Scavenger," he picked the nearby Constructicon who looked the least terrified, "can help you triage the wounded. Hook will treat anyone who needs urgent care." He sighed. "It would probably help their peace of mind if you promise not to slaughter them like dogs."

Glancing over at Windcharger, he said, "I told you so. If we're going to see a lot more Wreckers, it might be a good idea to have that medical frigate of yours land in the courtyard outside so that they can take in the Autobot patients."
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Northern Border

"Well then, that's settled," Birdbrain told Slog. "We'll find him a good psychiatrist as soon as we get back to civilization."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"I appreciate the effort," Cyclonus told Blitzwing. Then with a final nod to Optimus he exited the building, transformed and shot off into the sky.
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Needlenose gave Sixshot a shrug. "Right. And we're all moustache-twirling baddies who live to kick puppies and eat protoforms. It's all just stereotypes, man. All just stereotypes. Forget 'em, and deal with the 'Bots like they're people."

Entering the shuttle, he dropped the body he'd been carrying and headed for the cockpit.

"You do that, and it's no prob to figure out why Maggy's got it in for you."
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Ultra Magnus watched Prowl depart, shooting Optimus a troubled glance. Once the other Autobot was out of earshot, he said, "Prowl's going to be trouble, isn't he? I don't think he'll adjust to peacetime at all well. I trust Cyclonus far more than I trust him, right now."

Blackjack
2013-03-16, 03:16 PM
The Flats

"We wouldn't expect any less." Blitzwing told Shockwave. "That would be... illogical, to quote you. See you there, then."

Blitzwing transformed into robot mode as he landed near the Flats. The Triple-Changer unsheathed his electro-scimitar, and it flared to life, and he planted it blade-first onto the ground, hands resting over the handle. It was a passive pose, but one in which he can defend himself easily should a surprise attack come. Never underestimate how many power-hungry Starscream wannabes are in the Decepticon army.

"Ah, good. You're here."

Blitzwing turned around, optics scanning for the source of the voice, and looked down to see Blackjack, sitting on top of a dead Imperial. "Blackjack."

"Yeah, I was with Ro- with the Combaticons. We happened to be nearby, ergo I'm the first here." The Micromaster shrugged. "Checked the area for traps and ambushes, seems clean."

Blitzwing nodded. "Good work. We need more competent people in the Decepticon cause. Less... less angry thugs and more people like you."

"Yeah, I think the war took out most of our angry thugs." Blackjack sighed, looking at the ground, expression instantly sullen.

Blitzwing bit his lip. Oops. "Didn't mean to offend."

"Knew you didn't. What you said was true... but I'd rather have my angry thug alive and on a leash than dead and scrounged for spare parts." Blackjack sighed. "I wasn't even there at his death."

"War's killed people close to us." Blitzwing shook his head. "Astrotrain... Octane... hell, I know I'm going to miss idiots like Skywarp and the Cassette Twins. But we have to endure. That's what makes us Decepticons. Our strength."

"I am enduring. That's why I'm here."
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Hoist's Shuttle

Searchlight nodded. "I think you may be right. I still wish we can all enjoy peacetime together, though."
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Constructicon Hospital

Windcharger chuckled. "Poor human. Hoped Ratbat didn't cost much, although that would be ironic, considering things." The Autobot arched an eyebrow. "Ol' soulless can get bored? The other Minibots and I have a pet theory that Soundwave is a highly sophisticated AI and the Cassettes are the real brains behind the outfit."

The Autobot shrugged, and opened his comm. "Hoist, this is Windcharger. Can you have your shuttle land a wee bit closer to the Constructicon hospital? Our resident big-boned triple-changer showed up and spooked the scrap out of the Constructicons."

"Scrap's one of the two Constructicons not scared by the Wrecker." Tinker cooed from one end as he and a Combaticon dragged a gurney carrying a wounded Autobot.

"Spooked the crap, then." Windcharger amended. "I'm well-versed in human curse words that somehow sound like our own."
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"They should be." Broadside chuckled. "I'll have Roadbuster fire our PR officer if the weaker half of the Decepticon army isn't afraid of us." Broadside frowned. "No, wait, Blocker's dead anyway. Imp bombers got him."

Scavenger peeled himself off of a terrified Bonecrusher, and nodded, still trembling a little (which is much better, considering Bonecrusher, Long Haul and Mixmaster were still sprawled on the ground). "Right, boss. Will do."

"Eager to please, are you not?" Hook, who was unaffected by Broadside's presence, walked up towards Scavenger. "Come, Scrounge. Leave these imbeciles on the ground. I swear to whatever non-existent creator our race believes in if we don't need these three buffoons I'd shoot them all in the head."

"Eh, I'm not going to slaughter y'all. Not now, anyway." Broadside said as he moved away from the doorway, allowing the two Constructicons to shuffle through.
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Targetmaster Shuttle

"I shall try to." Sixshot replied to Needlenose, and paused. "Stranglehold kicks puppies." The six-changer said out loud, a hint of confusion in his voice. "And twirls his mustache."

"Eh, big guy, just think that the Autobots are Decepticons with red badges and you'll be fine." Misfire said cheerily.

Sixshot shook his head. "He should not be. He seems to trust Cyclonus. I am as much an honourable warrior as he is, or as Ultra Magnus is. They have as much blood on their hands as I do, they both have the same reputation and sense of duty as I do."

"Politics, Sixshot." Misfire shrug. "No matter how nice we are the Autobots will never trust us flunkies."

Warcry
2013-03-22, 03:54 AM
The Flats

Rage walked toward Blitzwing and Blackjack, naked contempt on his face.

"Oh, boo hoo. Slagging wussies. I had to kill my own Stormtroopers to keep them from spreading the Hate Plague, and you don't see me crying."

He shoved past them so that he could get a better look at the stadium they were meeting in, his expression growing more disgusted as he saw the pathetic real estate the Decepticon high command was reduced to meeting in.

"But if I'd realized that someplace like this would be all we were left with, I might have let them kill me. Seriously Blitzwing, couldn't you have found something better? This one doesn't even have a scoreboard or a football coach!"
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Hoist's Shuttle

Sludge shrugged. "Maybe there not be peace if them not die to make it," he told Searchlight. "But me feel better now. Suppose Hoist done. Me go, find Snarl and decide what do next. Nice talking to you, though."

Hopping off the table, Sludge transformed to dino mode and waddled out of the room with a pensive expression on his face.
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Constructicon Hospital

Cyclonus landed outside, walking into the hospital and casting a steely gaze around the room until he spotted a familiar face.

"Yo boss!" Nightstick dropped down off a table and jogged over to his side. "You made it!"

"I did," he acknowledged. "And so did you. But what of our Imperials? I don't see them here."

Scrapper looked up, joining the conversation. "Your...prisoners? Defectors? Apostles? Whatever. We fixed them and sent them on their way. Last I heard they were helping Shockwave cure the Hate Plague."

"Good," Cyclonus admitted. "Good. If only more of their Imperial brethren choose the same path, the world will be well on it's way to being fixed. But I have another task for them -- and you too, Nightstick." He scooped up the Nebulan. "Did you get their comm frequencies?"

"Of course," the smaller Decepticon said.

"Call them. I'll want to speak before I meet with the Decepticon leadership." He waved to Scrapper. "You get going. I'll be there shortly."

"Aye, sir." The Constructicon leader transformed to vehicle mode and rolled away.

Nightstick, meanwhile, queued up the two former Imperials' comm frequencies and called, "Darkjet, Moonjet, are you two out there? I've got Cyclonus with me. He'd like to have a chat if you're free."
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The Lunatic Fringe

"Stranglehold dresses up as a gigantic, nearly-naked human," Needlenose reminded Sixshot. "And the one time we tried to get him to wear pants, he set them on fire. While he was still wearing them. He ain't a good example, is all I'm sayin'. No fashion sense at all, and even fewer brains."

Needlenose sighed.

"You're missin' the big picture, Sixshot. Maggy and Cyc, they go back a long way. Long history together, worthy opponents, all that. The one time you and Maggy got together and did something memorable, you fragged him. You really expect the guy to think happy thoughts when you're around? You're lucky he don't try to shoot you every time you walk in the room."

Blackjack
2013-03-22, 04:24 PM
The Flats

Blitzwing and Blackjack turned to face Rage, then turned back to face each other in an almost comedic fashion, and silently agreed it's better not to push Rage on any further, despite the Stormtrooper's insult on those who had fallen that day.

"We could help out with that, if you'd like." Blitzwing told Rage, tone dark, then scowled. "Again with the football coach. Can everybody please stop bringing that up?"

"It's like your trademark feature, Blitzwing. Everybody knows you asked a human sports coach for strategic advice." Blackjack quipped. "You have to admit, if it happened to anyone but you..."

"Okay, okay, so my translated screwed up, okay? My Earthenese isn't that good back then, and apparently 'coach' and 'strategist' had the same root word in Modern Kaonese." Blitzwing shook his head.
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Hoist's Shuttle

"Maybe so." Searchlight replied to Sludge. "It's nice talking to you too, Sludge."

The Throttlebot watched as Sludge waddled away, then turned to Hoist. "Hoist, if you need me for anything, anything at all... otherwise, well, I think I'll be accompanying Freeway here."
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Constructicon Hospital

"We're kind of above you, actually." Darkjet and Moonjet transformed and dropped out of the sky, landing with loud thumps on their feet next to Cyclonus and Nightstick, powerful suspensions in their feet absorbing the impact of the landing. "How may we be of service, sir?" Darkjet said, head lowered as a gesture of respect.
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Shrapnel walked out of the Hospital, and gave Cyclonus a slight salute. "Commander. I shall see you soon, soon." The Insecticon then transformed into his insect mode, Needler ending up on his cockpit, and shot off towards the meeting zone, flying over Scrapper, keeping pace with the Constructicon.

Shrapnel was not sure why he did so... he was never close with Scrapper -- hell, he wasn't close with anyone that's not an Insecticon -- but Shrapnel supposed that the Constructicon's relatively familiar presence made him feel inclined not to just zoom past Scrapper.

Even if he's not going to start up any fake-chummy conversations.
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The Lunatic Fringe

Sixshot tilted his head. "He set his pants on fire while wearing them." The sixchanger's optics dimmed. "I do not know much about Pretender technology, or human physiology, but what I do know is that Pretenders feel the pain that their shells do. And male humans are extremely sensitive to pain in the groin area. I imagine it would be painful."

The six-changer paused. "And hilarious, I would add."

Sixshot frowned, and nodded. "I think you raise a point. Ultra Magnus should have known better, that I am merely doing my duty as much as he is -- arguably better for I triumphed in our encounter -- but since I do feel an intense hatred towards Thunderwing..." Sixshot gestured at the shells nearby, "I think I understand why he hates me."

Sixshot frowned. "And I do believe I understand what you are getting at. I can name... Chromedome, Pointblank and Quick Switch as those who I have clashed with often, and whom I consider worthy opponents." The sixchanger folded his arms. "Quick Switch's got worse colours than me, though, Needlenose, wouldn't you agree?"

zigzagger
2013-03-29, 01:02 AM
Ground Zero

(OOC: Claiming Ironhide now. Need him for the forthcoming epilogue.)

The Calabi Yau settled down along the rim of the combat zone, just outside Uptown Protihex. The Autobots had come to collect their fallen.

A steady rain hissed over the battlefield. The Decepticons found a way to combat Thunderwing's virus, they were told, and that the sudden rainfall was Acid Storm's doing. Until now, it had been near-impossible to approach the site without risking infection.

Ironhide watched the search party from the Autobot shuttle's boarding ramp. "Careful out there, guys," he called out to the group. "Rad sensors on. That red haze may be gone, but let's not chance it, alright."

---

Lunatic Fringe

"Wait, this was on Cheyne?" Backstreet asked.

"Yeah," said Dogfight. "Thunderwing was totally there."

"You sure it wasn't just that shape-shifting Vrobian guy messing with your head? Hub, was it?"

"Hud," Dogfight corrected. "Heh. Vrobian. Sounds made up, doesn't it? Like 'Lovetopia', or something."

"Actually, Lovetopia is a real planet."

"Whuu--are you kidding me?!"

"No, it's near Rigel V. Or Rigel IV. Or VII. I don't remember. There's a lot of Rigels," said Backstreet. "So what did he want? Thunderwing, I mean?"

"What do you think? The same thing he's always--" Dogfight stopped short when Prowl reappeared from the hideout. "Uh oh, it's the General. Look stoic."

The other Triggerbot took his compatriot's cue and stood up straight. Albeit clumsily, which the General took notice.

"Nothing to report, sir. Awaiting further instructions."

Prowl would not berate them for lollygagging this time, but he nonetheless held his gaze. "No further instructions," he told them. "You are dismissed." He glanced over to the rest of the response team, still keeping watch around the building. "All of you are dismissed. Return to the Trion."

Saying nothing more, the General strode past the Triggerbot duo, no doubt appreciative of Prowl's brevity, and placed his hand over his audio receiver.

--

"Attention: All Autobots," the General broadcasted on an open frequency. "The day is ours. The Imperial threat has been comprehensively repelled from Protihex. You have fought well. All infantry units should make preparations to return to the Trion. Aerial and medical units; continue surveillance and personnel recovery. That is all."

Prowl then switched to a closed channel. "Colonel Ironhide?"

"Comprehensively repelled, eh? Fancy way of puttin' it," Ironhide radioed back. "So whaddaya need me to do?"

"Fortress Maximus's crew is scattered. I want you to select a disaster response unit to assist them with civilians."

"Gotta look good for all them glory-hoggin' Decepticons that're watchin', after all."

"We are obligated to aide the people of Protihex in--"

"Aw, fer bootin' up cold, Prowl! Ah was just teasin' ya!"

Prowl scowled. "Please do not make light of the situation."

The Colonel groaned. "Alright, alright. Yeah, think ah can spare a few bodies," Ironhide answered. "Where's Prime, by the way? He with you? You know ah gotta ask."

"He is attending to other pressing matters."

Ironhide chuckled. "Heh, that's, uh...vague. You wanna elaborate on that?"

"I have no doubt Optimus will explain it to you back at the Trion." A tinge of annoyance was clear in Prowl's tone.

"Somethin' wrong?"

The General frowned. "No, Ironhide," he assured him. "Nothing at all."

---

Thunderwing's Former-Hideout, Lunatic Fringe

Optimus Prime looked away from the exit. "The thought had crossed my mind, yes," he admitted to Ultra Magnus. "The military branch has become more independent these past several stellar cycles under Prowl's watch. As a figurehead in the most unconventional sense, I can influence only so much. Iacon is not an autocracy, nor should it ever be. But, the path Prowl has taken the Autobots. It worries me--"

"That...army he built," The Autobot Leader said under his breath. "I never would have done anything like that."

"And the truth is, I am to blame." His optics meet Ultra Magnus'. "I am the war, old friend. And Prowl, he has broke under the weight of it. Because of me. Which is all the more reason I must step down if we ever hope to move past this conflict. I had hoped that Prowl would willingly resign with me."

----

Hoist's Shuttle

"You're more than welcome to stick around, Searchlight," said Hoist. "Like I said before, comatose patients sometimes respond to emotional triggers. I'm not saying it'll cure Freeway. His condition is quite serious, I'm afraid. But, there's no harm in trying. And I'm sure he won't object to the company--"

The Autobot mechanic turned away and started for the cockpit. "I'll be right back," he told the Throttlebot. "Windcharger wants me to move the shuttle closer to the encampment. Broadside is, err, scaring the Constructicons...? Yeah, I didn't understand what he meant, either."

---

Hoist plopped down in the pilot's seat and promptly worked the terminal. He had been flicking switches and turning knobs when a much larger vessel, visible from the outer pane, very slowly rumbled overhead.

"Hm? Who's this now?"

The ship was simple, but sturdy. It was long and rectangular in shape, with a cluster of engines at its end. A red line streaked across its port and starboard, indicating that it was a medical frigate.

The vessel spun around and gradually lowered down onto the lot across from the Constructicon's field hospital.

"Huh. Well all right then." Hoist opened his comlink. "Scratch that request, Windcharger. The Aescalapius just arrived. Ambulon must've received Prowl's transmission."

Blackjack
2013-03-29, 02:50 PM
Hoist's Shuttle

Searchlight nodded. "I'll keep both him and you company, Hoist. I think Freeway'd enjoy it." Searchlight shrugged. "I kind of get it. I'm still afraid of Shockwave even with the truce. I guess the Wreckers or Dinobots bring out that same reaction with the Decepticons... even though Sludge is a big lovable lug and Broadside is a big neurotic lug."
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Constructicon Hospital

Windcharger shrugged, "If you're talking about the big ship that just landed nearby, yeah, that's it." Windcharger walked out next to Broadside, Hook and Scavenger. "Well?"

"Well, what? If your Autobot medics want to help themselves to their own wounded so badly, you will not see me fighting to treat them." Hook snapped at Windcharger as he kept working on an Autobot bleeding from the neck. "But I will not see them die under my watch before treatment or otherwise- damn it, Scavenger, there's a scraplet hidden under the wires. Get me some of that acid-"

Windcharger turned around and looked at Broadside, and sighed. "Guess I'm going to have to act all ambassadory, I suppose. Whoop-ee." Windcharger opened a comm channel to Ambulon, "This is Windcharger hailing... the Aesculapius, is it? The Constructicons have their hands full-"

"We are perfectly fine of handling ourselves!" Hook yelled.

"But we could use some more CR chambers to store the wounded!" Scavenger chimed in.

"-and would appreciate your help." Windcharger finished.
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Aesculapius

Springer blinked, and felt the tinge of fluids against his optics.

Where-

The last thing he remembered was being in the afterlife, with that bar with Whirl... then blue- Matrix blue- washed all over him... and he felt peace. Whirl said it wasn't his time yet, though.

And he supposed he was back in the land of the living.

And for once in his life, Springer felt very much free from all the guilt he was carrying... even those whose lives he let slip through his fingers that day. He had risen to the challenge and did not falter. He had fought Thunderwing, and while he did not deal the killing blow, victory had been theirs.

Apparently.

But as Springer's systems rebooted he couldn't really feel the limbs torn off during the engagement -- no surprise there, even if whoever patched him up had the spare limbs to spare, reintegration of new electrical nerves normally took some time. He could, however, access the Autobot communication frequencies, and he heard Prowl's message.

Ah, yes, Prowl. Hopefully he didn't want to press the matter on... well, everything. After all, the alliance between the Autobots and Gigatron's Decepticons didn't exactly turn out the way it did because of him.

Perhaps it's for the best, though, since Springer remembered fighting alongside Spinister and the rest of his Targetmasters.

Springer began to regain feeling on his neck, and he angled it downwards as feeling began to reappear on his extremities. His entire lower body, and the half of his torso that has been torn apart (and he supposed his face as well) had been rather roughly patched up with spare parts -- not Ratchet's workmanship, but it would suffice. Certainly Springer had seen worse repairs.

The former Wrecker found movement in his one remaining arm, and moved it, and knocked on the window of the CR chamber, attempting to gain the attention of whoever's outside.

Warcry
2013-03-30, 06:00 PM
The Flats

"No," Rage told Blitzwing, not even trying to hide how much he enjoyed winding up the triplechanger. "We're not going to stop bringing that up. It's hilarious. For it's own sake, and also because the little flesh thing was still a way, way better second in command that Starscream." He laughed, then shook his head. "Oh, I only wish I'd been there to see it."

Spinister arrived then, landing and transforming from helicopter to robot.

"Look on the bright side, Blitzwing. You didn't cut off your head and get the human to turn into it, so you're ahead of Scorponok at least."

Rage stared at him. "That was a joke."

"Yes."

"Who are you and what have you done with Spinister?"
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Constructicon Hospital

"No bowing," Cyclonus told the two former Imperials. "I make no claim at being your master, only your friend." He looked from Darkjet to Moonjet, making sure to make eye contact with both. "So you are free to say 'no' to what I'm about to ask. Shortly, I will be making a journey into space. We plan to dispose of the Decepticon Matrix permanently, but after that we have many, many other smaller objectives. Along the way we're sure to run into many current or former Imperials like yourself. I want the two of you to come along, so that we've got someone who can speak to them in their own language, so to speak. As today has shown clearly, peace on Cybertron will require peace with your kind as well."
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"Shrapnel," Scrapper said to the Insecticon, acknowledging his presence but not doing anything to engage the other Decepticon. Even after all the time they'd fought side-by-side, he couldn't deny just how much the Insecticons creeped him out.
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The Acid Wastes

"Now you're beginning to understand," Needlenose agreed with Sixshot. "I tell you, the best thing about Carnivac eating me was that I didn't have to put up with Stranglehold's antics anymore."

He shrugged. "You ain't ever been killed, have you? I don't think me an' Carny'd ever get along real well after all that's happened, same side or not. So think of your feels for ol'Thunders here and multiply 'em by two or three. Then be a boring noble goody-two-shoes like Magnus, constantly struggling to repress stuff like that. Eh, I totally get why he's snippy with you, Six."

The Targetmaster chuckled. "Quick Switch's colours reflect his personality, I think. All over the place."

The shuttle veered toward one of the more prominent acid lakes, where it slowed until it was hovering in place.

"Well, here we go," Needlenose said. "Time to say bye-bye to Thunderwing." He looked over his shoulder. "Any of you want to say a few words? Or, you know, dance on his proverbial grave or somethin'? We got a bit of a wait until the 'Bots join up with us to watch."
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The Lunatic Fringe

Ultra Magnus nodded, agreeing with Optimus. "That would be idea, I agree," he said. "You and I, Prowl and the rest, are symbolic of the old way of doing things. The Decepticons are going to be ruled by a new generation, but if we want a lasting peace we need the same thing on our side. I don't see Prowl stepping down by choice, though. And I don't see him adapting healthily to his new life if Rodimus and the new prime minster ask for his resignation, either."

Blackjack
2013-04-04, 01:50 PM
The Flats

"He's right, you know." Blackjack chuckled. "It is hilarious."

"I concede the point. About Starscream, I mean." Blitzwing scowled. However, given the choice of listening to Rage badmouth the sacrifices of dead Decepticons or badmouth an old mistake of his, he'd settle for this one. Thankfully, Spinister landed and defended him... but then he made a joke. Spinister made a joke.

"This makes me feel all uncomfortable inside." Blackjack said, an amused expression on his face.

Blitzwing shook his head as he pulled his scimitar out of the ground, and walked towards Spinister, the blade pointing downwards. "Good to see you around, Air Commander... but like Rage said... is that a joke?"

"The world is coming to an end. Thunderwing has won." Blackjack said, a mock-shocked expression on his face.
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Constructicon Hospital

Darkjet looked up from his bowed positions at Cyclonus. "You spared us, Lord Cyclonus. You spared us and claimed we are your friends, despite being lowly underlings of your enemy. We are forever in your debt."

"We are?"

"Shut up, Moonjet." Darkjet said, although his voice was more playful than angry. The Predator considered. "We will be unwelcome on this planet. The two Decepticon jets I have been around with -- Shuttle Gunner and Tinker -- befriended me, but some others made it clear we are not exactly that welcome."

Moonjet nodded vigorously. "Yeah. We're Predators, so that means not every Imperial will listen to us, but I'm happy to help. Darkjet, are you-"

"Myself likewise." Darkjet told Cyclonus. "There is nothing for us here, really. We would be grateful to serve- accompany you along your journey."
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"Scrapper. Scrapper." Shrapnel replied to the Constructicon, grateful that the other Decepticon made no attempt to strike up a conversation, yet was polite enough to greet him.

It wasn't until the Flats came into view until he said, "There is the meeting point, point." The Insecticon said, before transforming and landing, and walking towards the amphitheater where the other Decepticon leaders are supposed to be.

Scrapper would be able to see that Shrapnel's right hand had retracted into his wrist, which meant that Shrapnel was ready in case this was an ambush.
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The Acid Wastes

Sixshot mulled over the feelings in his mind as Needlenose explained it to him. "Now that you mentioned it... no. I have not been killed. And if your description is accurate... which I do not doubt..." Sixshot shook his head. "Do you think I should apologize to Ultra Magnus? I do not want this to affect the voyage we will be making into space, yet I do not want to wound his warrior's pride."

"Trust me, keep it to yourself." Misfire called out from the copilot seat. "You'll only embarrass Magnus, and make things even more awkward. Earn his trust by saving his skidplate."

Sixshot nodded, optics beaming slightly as Needlenose laughed, as if he was happy that his small joke made someone else laugh.

Misfire hopped off the copilot seat and walked up. "I've got something to say, Needles." The Targetmaster knelt down next to Thunderwing's real body. "O, captain, my captain... you led the Decepticon cause during it's darkest hour. You rose to prominence when there was none to take up the mantle. You were one of our strongest, you had the bloodline of leaders fit to take the throne. And you turned our darkest hour... into an even darker one, you selfish arrogant prick. Your precious bloodline, who nobody acknowledges, ends with you. You killed friends and enemies of mine, all of whom I'd rather have around than you. No one will miss you when you're gone, and frankly I'm disappointed it isn't sooner. I do hope you meet Galvatron and Scorponok on the other side and get totally bullied around by them." Misfire paused. "And for the love of all that is bright and shiny, your inner robot looks very very derpy."

Sixshot looked at Misfire, expression deadpan, then began to applaud slowly.

Warcry
2013-04-06, 05:51 PM
The Flats

"I'm not Shockwave," an exasperated Spinister said to Blitzwing and Blackjack. "I do have a sense of humour."

"You could have fooled me," Rage opined.

"Can you blame me for not finding much to laugh about in the middle of four million years of war?" the Targetmaster asked.

"Yes," Rage said flatly. "People getting hurt is hilarious. Especially when it's people I don't like. And, you know, there are a lot of people I don't like." He cocked his head to one side, mock-thoughtfully. "Though a lot fewer than they used to be. It must be all the hurting..."
_______________________________________

Scrapper rolled up, transforming to robot mode and deploying his combat wing. He didn't really expect any trouble, but he figured he might as well humour Shrapnel's Insecticon paranoia.
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Constructicon Hospital

Cyclonus sighed. "Please don't call me 'lord'," he told Darkjet. "I'm not Thunderwing. I don't get validation from titles or glorification." He smiled. "Well, not much validation, anyway. But regardless, I'll be very happy to have the two of you accompanying me on my journey. I'll do my best to make sure that even if you don't feel welcome at the start of the trip, you will by the end."

He nodded to the two Imperials. "But I'm afraid I'm late for a meeting with my fellow Decepticon leaders. We shall have to discuss the details of it later."

Transforming to jet mode, Cyclonus rocketed up into the air and headed toward the stadium.
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The Acid Wastes

"Oh, hell, you better not apologize," Needlenose told Sixshot. "Maggy'll probably just think you're mocking him. Misfire's right -- and you'd better record that, Missy, 'cause I'll never say it again. Just let it be, and eventually you'll prove to him that you're a trustworthy mech. Or you'll have to kill him again, but either way it'll be interesting to watch."

He made a point of not saying anything about Misfire's rather unique farewell speech.

zigzagger
2013-04-09, 03:40 AM
Lunatic Fringe

"I hope to spare him the humiliation," said Optimus Prime. "I haven't given up on Prowl, in spite of his choices."

The Autobot Leader started for his trailer. It had wedged itself into the wall, when Optimus launched it at an unsuspecting Thunderwing. It was an impromptu maneuver, but after all the work Minerva and Wheeljack had put into reconstructing it, he would not leave it behind.

"And, I realize," he continued, "that he's not the most...popular among the Autobots these cycles. Their reasoning is not entirely unfounded, I must confess," he admitted to Ultra Magnus. "But, our quest is important and Prowl should be a part of it--

He gripped the sides of the trailer and wrenched it free. "I may convince him yet."
________________

Aesculapius, Across from the Constructicon Field Hospital

Ambulon strode down the loading ramp. A throng of Autobot medical officers and MARBS accompanied him to the encampment.

"Well, we wouldn't be honoring the IMR's code of medical ethics if we didn't," he told Windcharger." We'll provide them with whatever supplies and equipment they need. But, that's not the reason why I brought the frigate by. We're here to pick up our own. Prowl's orders."

---

Intensive Care Unit, Aesculapius

"Ready?" Doc (http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Doc_%28G1%29) asked.

Centrifuge (http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Centrifuge) nodded. "Ready. One, two..."

On three, they lifted an offline soldier off from his bed and lowered him down into a waiting stasis pod.

"Phew! Okay, let's get him over to--"

Centrifuge perked up his head when Springer, roused awake, knocked from inside his CR chamber. "Uh, Doc?" He pointed to the Wrecker.

Doc looked up from the patient. "It's fine," he told his colleague. "I have things covered on my end."

The young assistant waved back at other Transformer behind the glass tube. "Just a moment," he called out and dashed over to the CR chamber.

Centrifuge worked the control panel and drained the lubricating fluids. The pod disconnected from its base and titled back, stopping to rest on its hydraulic prop at a diagonal angle.

Air hissed free as the vessel cracked open.

The medical officer waved a diagnostic scanner over Springer. "Huh. Weird," he said. "You're not supposed to be awake for a least a couple more hours. How do you feel?"

Warcry
2013-04-12, 04:09 AM
Lunatic Fringe

Ultra Magnus shot a skeptical look at Optimus. "I suppose he might," he admitted to his friend, "but I wouldn't care to wager on it. Prowl is what he is, and I'm not sure he's capable of change. After all, he would have to want to change before he could make the choice to walk away from it all."

He watched as Prime went over to recover his trailer, then remembered his own (well, Landquake's, but he wasn't going to ask for it back any time soon) trailer was sitting in the now-cleared Hate Plague zone.

I'll have to send a drone to airlift it, he thought to himself, then get it repainted. It wouldn't do for me to walk around looking like a total stranger, or like Optimus that time he coated himself in impervious alloy...

"I know you blame yourself for what Prowl has become," Magnus said, "but you shouldn't. The war might have brought out the worst in him, but he's always been this sort of person. The war only gave him an excuse to act on his controlling impulses, instead of repressing them like he had to in civil society."

Blackjack
2013-04-19, 01:06 PM
The Flats

"Shockwave has a greater sense of humour than you." Blackjack said flatly. "At least, he gives out sarcastic comments quite often. There was that time-"

"Hush. Do you want to end in a barrel under the Rust Sea?" Blitzwing told Blackjack, waving his hand in front of the Micromaster.

Blackjack shrugged. "There's something funny about the war. Why, I heard about this ground commando who thought a football coach was a-"

"Will you people stop going on about that already?" Blitzwing interrupted, stomping his feet on the ground near where Blackjack is sitting, the vibrations knocking the Micromaster off his perch and onto the ground with a surprised yelp.

"But it was hilarious, hilarious. Don't you remember it, Scrapper, Scrapper?" Shrapnel chirped as he entered, walking up towards the group. His wrist whirred and his hand clicked back into place. "What's up, up?"
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Constructicon Hospital

Darkjet chuckled. "Force of habit die hard... lord."

Moonjet beamed. "I'd be very very pleased to accompany you, um, sir? That okay with you as a honorific? Sir?"

Darkjet nodded and bowed once more as Cyclonus shot back into the sky, although it was more out of habit more than anything. "We will be waiting right here."
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The Acid Wastes

"Missy?" Misfire broke into peals. "Never heard that one. Five million years and you never called me that before -- shame on you, Nosey! Shame on you!"

"He enjoys being insulted?" Sixshot frowned. "It is odd." Sixshot turned back to Needlenose and nodded as he kicked another one of Thunderwing's shell off the ship. "I find your advice agreeable."

"Now, since I already did Thunderwing, any one of you want to do Starscream?" Misfire said, smiling.
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Constructicon Field Hospital

"Ah, I see. Do not trust Decepticon medics, do you?" Hook scoffed. "We do have a sense of honour, you know? We have top-grade surgeons here. And were you healing our wounded?" Hook sighed. "Whatever. Less work for us. All of you grunts- assist them in reclaiming their wounded."

Hook turned around and stormed back into the hospital.

Scavenger turned to Ambulon and chuckled sheepishly. "He's like that. He just has a bad day."

Long Haul, Mixmaster and Bonecrusher shook their hands and spoke in unison, "No no no. He's like that every day."
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Intensive Care Unit, Aesculapius

Springer gasped as the lubricating fluids were drained. Transformers don't breathe, but they had sensation in their 'mouths' all the same, and it was more of a reflex than anything. Springer blinked out the cold fluid from his optics, and as the pod hissed open, Springer stumbled out, but caught himself before he slammed himself embarrassingly onto Centrifuge.

"I feel... at peace." Springer mumbled. "I mean, refreshed. Bit dizzy, but refreshed."

Warcry
2013-04-24, 03:09 AM
The Flats

Scrapper glared at Shrapnel. "I have bad memories of that event," he told the Insecticon flatly as he joined the small group. "If I'd known where Blitzwing's orders were coming from I would have sided with Astrotrain, believe me."

"All things considered," Spinister told him, "that wouldn't have been a bad decision. If Astrotrain had been in charge then the war would have ended twenty years earlier. We might even have won it, in that case."

"You talk about the war ending like it's a good thing," Rage said, evidently confused. "Who am I going to kill now?"
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The Acid Wastes

Needlenose glared at Misfire. "Leave the nicknaming to me, chatterbox. You're no good at it."

Then he responded to Sixshot. "Glad I could help, big guy."

Finally, he glanced over at Starscream and pondered the fallen Decepticon. "Yeah, I'll say a couple words," he said at last. "Screamy, you were a piece of crap and no one misses you. Stay dead and enjoy the afterlife this time, instead of coming back to haunt us."

Then he looked up at Misfire and shrugged. "What? Nobody said it needed to be a good word..."

Blackjack
2013-04-24, 12:56 PM
The Flats

Shrapnel shrugged, "Glad I wasn't involved, involved. But at least you weren't the one to listen to a fleshie football coach, coach."

Blitzwing glared at Shrapnel and Scrapper. "Can't you guys just, I don't know, forget all that?"

"Never, never." Shrapnel said, grinning at Blitzwing.

Blitzwing turned to face Spinister and shrugged, "Astrotrain wasn't that competent back on Earth. Not much more than me, anyway. He only bucked up after the whole Chaos Matrix whatnot. But, yes, like you said, he was a good Decepticon. And a good leader. A pity he's not with us now." (Shrapnel's mocking grin vanished abruptly upon hearing this sentence) "Which brings us to one of the topics this Enclave is about. But I'd rather wait for Cyclonus and the others to arrive."
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The Acid Wastes

Misfire stuck out his tongue at Needlenose, but neither he nor Sixshot complained as the Targetmaster sent Starscream off. "Nobody's complaining, Needles." Misfire grinned. "Those are good words, if they're directed at Starscream."

"Let's dump them all and get back to Protihex." Sixshot rumbled as he tossed one of Thunderwing's shells out of the ship. "I abhor the atmosphere here."

zigzagger
2013-04-30, 06:31 AM
Lunatic Fringe

Optimus looked back at Ultra Magnus with a doleful look in his eyes. "I know. Trust me, I know. More than I care to, in fact ," he vaguely confessed. "But, I have to try."

The Autobot Leader patting the side of his trailer, cuing it to shift back into his apex armor. "Let's head back to the Trion," he said, attempting to change the subject.

(OOC: Unless Magnus wants to press the matter. Up to you.)
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Constructicon Field Hospital

Ambulon rolled his optics. "Always a pleasure, Hook."

When the IMR personnel entered the encampment, it became abundantly clear that The Constructicon's makeshift clinic had taken on a fair share casualties. Much to Ambulon's chagrin. Hook's annoyance wasn't completely unjustified. Though Hoist had set up camp nearby to pick up some of the slack, it nonetheless did not reflect well on the IMR or its founding members.

Had Ratchet been there, he would've accused Prowl of condoning negligence and told the General to frag off.

Where is Ratchet, anyway?

"For what it's worth, I apologize," he continued. "We had our hands full at the southwest border. One of the Imperial's titans smashed through the perimeter guard and the Omega Sentinel positioned there. Quite the mess, but we're here now. Yes, we still have our orders--

"Prowl's orders," he added, derisively. "But our staff and supplies are at your disposal."

---

Intensive Care Unit, Aesculapius

Centrifuge switched off his scanner and placed it down onto a nearby cart. "You Wreckers sure are resilient," the medical officer told Springer. "You came here in pretty bad shape, but--" He looked the triplechanger up and down, "you've mended nicely, and you're body doesn't seem to be rejecting any of the new components."

(OOC: Maybe it was the Matrix that did that...? I think that's what you were hinting at.)
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The Flats


(OOC: Thanks for the description, Warcry :))

Shockwave arrived above the sub-division just north of the abandoned manufacturing district and the South End. 'The Flats', as they were known, is a middle-class suburb, with little in the way of interesting geographical features; a bland assembly of low-rise buildings, lacking identity or significance.

It was one of the few city-state's districts that survived the Imperial invasion. Shockwave took stock of this as he soared overhead in ray-gun mode. A potential site to relocate the population when the time came, perhaps?

He followed Blitzwing's coordinates to a small stadium, where the remaining Decepticon high-command had made camp. Though the purple cyclopean had resigned stellar cycles ago, he was asked to attend this meeting.

All ready, others had arrived before him. Shockwave pulled his barrel up and lowered down to the playing field. He transformed and dropped down near the group.

The former-Decepticon looked over the assemblage. "An unconventional location to convene. Is this everyone?"

Blackjack
2013-04-30, 09:54 AM
Constructicon Field Hospital

"Ignore 'im, not-Ratchet guy. He's always like tha'." Bonecrusher told Ambulon, chuckling.

"Ehhh, we don't mind." Long Haul waved his hands. "Well, on principle, I do, I suppose. Frag Prowl, see? Ranted about it alongside Hook all day long. See, initially we were only seeing to Decepticon and those Combaticon wounded, then people kind of started coming in and even I got to do repairs. So all in all, a good day."

"'Sides, wit' our track record of makin' corpse sculptures, it's a surprise the 'bots let us touch their wounded at all." Bonecrusher chimed in, and both he and Long Haul broke into raucous laughter.

Scavenger nodded, beaming at Ambulon. "Not that we did that today... not that we know of, anyway. Still, as fellow medics, I suppose we both understand bureaucracy, yeah? Fortunately, Starscream kind of went radio-silent after his orders of 'coordinate with Gigatron's medical team', and both Scrapper and Hook don't mind taking in Autobots."

"Scrapper's a nice guy. Hook likes to show off. And he wants an excuse to bitch about Autobots, to have Autobots be indebted to him and stuff." Long Haul chirped in, but a wrench flew through the air from inside the hospital and hit Long Haul straight on the back of his head, causing him to fall flat on his face. Bonecrusher and Mixmaster laughed again.
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Intensive Care Unit, Aesculapius

"Mmm, we're not that resilient, believe me." Springer told Centrifuge, as he traced one of the wound lines on his torso. "I suppose I'm just lucky. I didn't think I was coming back... I suppose it's the big glowing piece of coconut-" Springer stopped himself, and continued, "Well, the Matrix, essentially. Saw it when I was half-dead, and I suppose being in such close proximity helped my recovery or something, I don't know. I'm just happy to be alive."

Springer sighed. "The fight's over, isn't it?"

(OOC: Mmm, the Matrix aiding his repairs works for me.)
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The Flats

"Shockwave?" Shrapnel looked at the cyclopean ex-Decepticon, and grinned. "You're in for this crazy ride as well, well?"

"Don't think so. He still doesn't have the purple brand." Blackjack quipped. "Probably he's just here as a mediator."

Blitzwing nodded at Shockwave tapped his commlink to summon the holographic avatars for Buzzsaw and Ravage to appear. "Outside those here? Cyclonus is the only one absent, but he will be coming. He's the one who called this meeting, after all, Shockwave... Hun-Grrr and Howlback are both still undergoing repairs. Tracer, Wingspan, Skystalker, Bludgeon-"

"I am here." Bludgeon said, and Blitzwing turned behind him to see the skeletal Pretender crouching on one of the benches in the stadium.

"You weren't here- oh, I'm not surprised. Well, basically only Cyclonus is left, I suppose." Blitzwing shrugged.

Warcry
2013-05-02, 12:11 AM
The Flats

Scrapper shook his head. "No, I suppose not," he said to Shrapnel. "Not that it makes the time we wasted building that 'zone defence' any less irksome."

Spinister shrugged. "Perhaps he just needed a chance," he said to Blitzwing. "How often did he get to do anything other than transport duty under Megatron's command?" His expression grew solemn. "But you're right. Astrotrain is sorely missed. He was a good Decepticon, and a good...friend."

"Oh, boo hoo," Rage snarled. "So the paperwork train bought it! Better him than us, I say."

Spinister glared at him. "Nobody asked you for your tiresome, predictable opinion."

As the cassettes' holo-avatars appeared, Buzzsaw snarked, "I can see we've been missing some witty repartee," he said with a glance to Ravage. "As usual."

Ravage, as one might expect, was silent.

As they spoke an angular, needle-sharp silhouette passed over the stadium as Cyclonus flew by, then looped back around and prepared to land.
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The Acid Wastes

Needlenose looked out a window. "Well, we've got an Autobot shuttle shadowing us, so we're good to go." He pressed a button on the shuttle's exit controls and the cargo door yawned open. "Lets get rid of this junk!"

Glancing back at Sixshot he asked, "You wanna do the honours, bud?"
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Lunatic Fringe

"Yeah, lets." Ultra Magnus shot a jealous look at Prime's apex armour and joked, "You just had to rub it in."

He was still worried about Prowl, but he knew Optimus well enough to recognize when his old friend didn't want to talk about something.

Knowing Prime, he'll be thinking about it all the way home anyway.

Blackjack
2013-05-02, 01:37 PM
The Flats

"I thought you had great pride in the things you build, build?" Shrapnel asked Scrapper, frowning.

"Come on, you have to admit the zone defense thing worked marvelously. It trapped the Autobots and you guys got to make a corpse sculpture out of it." Blitzwing said, although his expression wasn't offended at all.

"Still. Human sports coach." Blackjack chirped.

Ignoring the Micromaster, Blitzwing turned to Spinister and nodded. "He never really saw the need of taking charge. I think that Astro-force thing kind of traumatized him from having any confidence of leadership until, well, Admiral and everything."

"Much like zone defense traumatized you, Blitzwing?"

"I swear to Primus, Blackjack, I'm going to practice what the football coach taught me and punt you across this stadium." Blitzwing growled, but whirled around to glare at Rage. Despite knowing that it was unneeded, His voice became low and deadly as he narrowed his optic band. "Hey. Stormtrooper. Mock Astrotrain in front of me one more time. Come on. Then I'll send you off so you can tell him that face-to-face." The triple changer flipped his scimitar into a battle-ready position.

Before he had a chance to react, though, something moved past the edge of his vision, and next thing Blitzwing knew, Bludgeon was crouching between him and Rage, hands crossed over his chest. Each hand held a blade, and the katana's sharp tip was pointed at Rage's chest, whereas the flamesaber's tip touched lightly against Blitzwing's scimitar.

"This is a Conclave." Bludgeon hissed, voice death-like as ever. "Control your emotions, Blitzwing. It is unbecoming for you to lose your temper. And you, honourless cur -- refrain from insulting any more dead Decepticons, or I shall cut you down myself."
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The Acid Wastes

Sixshot nodded, and reared up his leg to punt Thunderwing's inner robot body unceremoniously out of the ship's open cargo bay.

"Bye, Thunderwing!"

The sixchanger then crouched slightly, grabbed a shell in each hand, and tossed them out to follow the inner robot tumbling down below.

Warcry
2013-05-09, 04:36 AM
The Flats

"I take pride in building useful things," Scrapper clarified for Shrapnel, "not plans gleaned from the accidental misunderstandings of a terrified flesh creature's mewlings."

Cyclonus transformed and dropped into their midst, then, cutting short all the side conversations. He skewered Rage and Blitzwing with a glare, making it clear he knew exactly what they'd been up to, before silently signalling Bludgeon to stand down.

"This is a conclave," he reminded the Pretender, "which means threats of death have no place here. Still your tongue! I called you here to discuss matters of importance, not indulge in the same petty bickering that laid low our predecessors on the Decepticon High Command. Because make no mistake -- we are all that is left to guide our people."
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The Acid Wastes

"And lo, nothing of value was lost," Needlenose said as he watched Thunderwing's corpse fall from the shuttle and land in the acid lake with a splash. After Sixshot had cleared out the shells as well, Needlenose pitched in by hauling Starscream's remains to the hatch and tossing them out.

Blackjack
2013-05-09, 12:16 PM
The Flats

Shrapnel shrugged, "If it's any consolation prize, when my team and I ate your zone defense it was tasty, tasty." Shrapnel frowned as he tried to remember the taste. "Bit heavy on the electrons, though, though."
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Bludgeon gave Cyclonus an amused grin as he pulled back to his full height, sheathing both his swords. "But of course." the Pretender said, walking slowly and purposefully away from Blitzwing and Rage. "I have said what needed to be said to them. What, then, pray tell, do you have to say to us, Cyclonus?"

Blitzwing, for his part, did not back down from either Bludgeon or Cyclonus, although he did lower his scimitar. He meant everything he said. Conclave or otherwise, he would've cut down Rage if the Stormtrooper dissed Astrotrain again.

"Like Cyclonus said." Blitzwing said, as he raised his voice slightly. "We are all that is left to guide our people. And we have to discuss what exactly to do with them now that the war is over."

"I'd wager taking over Protihex is no longer on the table, table?" Shrapnel piped up. "I mean, someone has to say it, it's an option, option."
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The Acid Wastes

"Waste of three perfectly good Pretender shells. Though I suppose the fact that they have ugly mugs pasted on them are a crime in and of itself." Misfire quipped. "We're done here, aren't we?"

Sixshot merely grunted noncommittally as he watched Thunderwing and Starscream sink down into the Acid Wastes.

Warcry
2013-05-18, 05:02 AM
The Flats

Scrapper just glared at Shrapnel, not saying anything.
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"No," Cyclonus snapped at Shrapnel. "It is not."

He turned to Bludgeon then and said, "I have little to say to you, because the decisions you speak of will weigh on shoulders other than mine. I'm leaving. The Decepticon Matrix is coming with me, but it's not coming back. And once it's been disposed of, neither am I. We've spent far too much time fighting with the Autobots over one planet, my fellow Decepticons. There's no point to it, not anymore. The time has come for us to see what the stars has to offer us."

His optics narrowed.

"I strongly suggest that those of you who aren't interested in staying on Cybertron to rebuild come with us. It will be much healthier to be part of a crew of Decepticons and Autobots looking for the future than it will be to stand in our way."

Rage piped up. "I'm not really keen on either option," he said. "Permission to insult the space choo-choo a bit more so sword boy puts me out of my misery?"

"Denied," Cyclonus growled.

"For my part," Spinister said, "I think it's a great idea. Our soldiers will need something to focus on as they adapt to the peace, and not all of them are builders. I will be happy to go with you and I think my Targetmasters will as well."

Cyclonus smiled. "I couldn't think of any better additions to my crew." Then he glanced towards Blitzwing and said, "My friend, I believe you're best-suited to discuss the direction of things here on Cybertron."
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The Acid Wastes

"I sure as hell hope so," Needlenose told Misfire, trying not to let Sixshot's eerie silence terrify him by only partially succeeding. "I've seen enough of this bleak slagheap to last a lifetime. Sluggy, get us outta here!"

"You got it."

The shuttle rumbled as it's engines warmed up, and it angled off back towards Protihex.

Blackjack
2013-05-18, 01:36 PM
The Flats

"What, what?" Shrapnel asked Scrapper unashamedly. "It's the truth!"

Cyclonus, however, snapped at Shrapnel, and the Insecticons raised his hands slightly in a gesture of placation. "I'm not suggesting that we do it, it. For the record I'm against it, of course... we're all tired and outgunned, outgunned. I'm just saying what everyone is probably thinking, thinking."
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If Bludgeon was surprised by Cyclonus' words, his expression did not change at all. Shrapnel's optic band arched up in surprise, and Blackjack made a short laugh. Blitzwing was standing, arms behind his back, expressionless, as if he was expecting this to happen.

"My blade yearns for blood, Cyclonus." Bludgeon said, skeletal grin ever-present. "And my Mayhem Attack Squad have no place on a peaceful Cybertron. My legacy has been left by my actions as a Decepticon warrior on Cybertron, my name infamy among the population. Indeed, I believe I shall join you in the stars, for there is nothing to be gained by me being here."
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"I think you'd best go with Cyclonus." Blitzwing told Rage, with minimal annoyance in his voice. "Because out there, you can bet there will be some people for you to beat up. And on a peaceful Cybertron, it'd only be a matter of time before you snap and get arrested."

Blitzwing turned around as Cyclonus addressed him. He sighed -- it was not a speech he was ever prepared to give.

Astrotrain probably felt the same.

With a wry grin, Blitzwing cleared his throat. "As Cyclonus had said, I have volunteered to lead the Decepticons that will remain as a nation here on Cybertron. It's not a responsibility I look forward to, at least, but if you'll have me I will, Primus willing, lead us to the glory we seek so much... minus the tyranny. We will not be engaging in hostilities with the Autobots or the Protihexians, but neither will we serve under them. We'll be a new Decepticon country, a place where our troops can live and go on with their lives without fear of another Civil War of any kind. But I'm going to need people to help me rebuild and manage this nation, and I would welcome all of you, my comrades, to help me in rebuilding."

Blitzwing turned to Scrapper. "I do sincerely hope you and your team will stay. Would be hard to rebuild without the Constructicons. No more zone defenses, I promise."
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The Acid Wastes

Misfire settled into his seat, and laughed. "It's all over, isn't it? I get to shoot Thunderwing, and it's over. All in all, not a bad career!"

Sixshot turned to Needlenose with a frown. "Is he always so... cheerful?"

Warcry
2013-05-20, 04:34 AM
The Flats

Rage laughed in Blitzwing's face. "Like hell," the stormtrooper told him. "I'm staying here to see how badly you mess this up without a football coach telling you what to do." He shrugged. "I figure proving me wrong will give you all the motivation you need to do the job right. And, hey, if you screw it up anyway I'll be able to kill the lynch mobs that come for you, so win-win in my books."

Cyclonus couldn't help but laugh. "Well, Blitzwing, it looks like you've found yourself a bodyguard. Hopefully he won't have to earn his keep."

Scrapper turned to Blitzwing and said, "I'll say on one condition. Reassign Hook to a quiet research post where he'll actually be able to be happy so that I won't have to deal with his constant whining."

"And speaking of research posts..." Cyclonus turned to Shrapnel. "Where is Kickback? His rank entitles him to be here and I have a very important job for him.

"Since Bombshell was on the casualty list and the two survivors are estranged," Spinister interjected, "I'm assuming that one of the two killed him."

"What, finally?" Buzzsaw asked incredulously. "Took them long enough..."
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The Acid Wastes

Needlenose shrugged. "Not when I'm around him, he's not," he told Sixshot. "Misfire, you by chance get brainwashed by Megs' team while you were over there? You're not an insufferably miserable angst-machine no more."

Blackjack
2013-05-20, 01:27 PM
The Flats

Blitzwing opened his mouth to retort to Rage with an instinctive biting remark, but ended up giving the Stormtrooper a smile. "So long as you cut down the insults, I promise to sic you on anything resembling a lynch mob."

The triple-changer turned to Cyclonus and shrugged. "He's no bunny-eared Unicron-crafted loyal warrior, I suppose... but he'll do."

He turned to Scrapper next, and nodded. "I will, but I'm pretty sure that he'll come in and bug you guys for 'not performing up to standard without the great Hook'. Blitzwing did the last in a respectable mimicry of Hook's snobbish tone.
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Shrapnel looked up at Cyclonus, and tilted his head, unsure how to answer. Needler, nesting at Shrapnel's leg, let out a sad mewl. Spinister spoke before he did, though, and Shrapnel nodded.

"Spinister's assessment is... accurate, accurate." Shrapnel said at last. "And I am the one not embarrassed enough to show my face here, so you know who did the deed, deed. I cannot say Kickback is entirely at fault since he rescued a lot of us by doing so, and Bombshell is a Starscream waiting to happen..."

Shrapnel bit his tongue. Saying out the reasons he knew to be true felt like betrayal to Bombshell. But then, even though he believed them, he knew that deep down he would always hate Kickback for that.

"Anyway, he's dead, dead. If Kickback won't answer to your initial hails, I doubt he'll show up until he's ready, ready."

Shrapnel snapped his head to glare at Buzzsaw. "Shut your trap, parakeet boy. You don't see me insulting that useless cow- well, Laserbeak back when he died in Polyhex, do you, you?"
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"Well, if jobs are being taken, Blitzwing, I call dibs on diplomat." Blackjack said, moving away from Shrapnel. He had no desire to be involved in Insecticon drama, especially not when his own team member had been killed. "Road Hugger's leading the Combaticons, Detour's a member of the Protihex, and I'm pretty sure that the Autobots would be more inclined to negotiate with me than with Rage or Shrapnel."

"You sure about this?" Blitzwing looked down at the smaller Decepticon.

"Positive." Blackjack smirked. "Plus, T-wing blew up all the casinos in Polyhex, so there's really not much more for me to do."
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The Acid Wastes

Misfire shrugged at Needlenose. "Brainwashed? Nah. I can shoot straight now. I'm going to keep bragging that, because I think you didn't see me when I shot down the Thunderwing shells and stuff."

"Am I that much of an insufferably miserable angst-machine? That's the boss... I always thought I was cheerful. A snarker, but cheerful."

zigzagger
2013-05-26, 08:20 AM
Lunatic Fringe

Optimus Prime chuckled. "Sorry," he told Ultra Magnus. "Still, Wheeljack and Minerva would be pleased to know it lasted throughout the battle. Less pleased when they learn that I had used it as a blunt instrument against Thunderwing."

The Autobot Leader climbed inside his apex armor. He shifted shape, filling out the open cavity in its torso. "How long has it been since I have seen you without yours? Stellar cycles?"

When Optimus looked to the other Autobot, he did not see 'the replica' that others saw. It was a very old friend; one of the last from Prime's generation. The red and blue armor that would become synonymous to Ultra Magnus, came much later.

"Seeing you as you are at this moment," he said, "reminds me of a different time."

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Intensive Care Unit, Aesculapius

Centrifuge nodded. "Yep, it's very much over," he told Springer. "All sides are packing up and sorting out the wounded as we speak. Prowl's message wasn't exactly clear on the details, but the Imperials lost and Thunderwing's dead. Now the rebuilding - and the healing - begins."

The Autobot medic clapped his hands together. "Anyhooo, everything seems to check out," he said. "You probably don't want to stick around and rest up, huh?"

(OOC: Was there anywhere in particular you were wanting this discussion to go?)

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The Flats

Shockwave finally stepped forward. "For my part, I will not vie for the mantle leadership," he assured the party. "My time has past. I shall remain in Protihex and continue to serve as its guardian. In wake of the Imperial invasion, I am needed here more than before."

Realizing that that was perhaps not the response some within the assemblage had hoped from the once-Decepticon Leader, he added, "Nevertheless... I will consider functioning as a intermediary power for Protihex's Decepticon citizens and migrants. Provided, also, the Governor sanctions it." Shockwave shot a glance toward Blitzwing. "If that is acceptable and if my offer coincides with your vision of a unified nation of Decepticons, then I shall acquiesce. With one proviso..."

The cyclops's optic bore down on Shrapnel. "The neutrality of Protihex must be respected. Hostilities against it will not be tolerated," he warned the Insecticon. "You would do well to heed Cyclonus's words. May I remind you, the city-state has many allies. Additionally, it is protected by the Autobot's 'Iaconian-Protihexian Treaty (http://Iaconian-Protihexian Treaty)'. After today, further acts of aggression within Protihex's borders - be it an outside conflict or against Protihex itself - will be met with immediate reprisal. That, I can promise you--

"Moreover," said Shockwave, "you will have me to contend with. For now, Decepticons are permitted here. I would advise that you not squander your remaining allies and resources."

Warcry
2013-05-28, 12:28 AM
The Flats

"No deal," Rage told Blitzwing. "The insults are part of the package. But if I'm cutting down assassins every week, I figure you're coming out ahead."

Glancing over at Blackjack, he scowled. "Hey! The Autobots would love to negotiate with me. Or else."
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Scrapper shrugged. "That's okay. I'll just point out how he was so useless we replaced him with Hightower, and he'll run off in a huff."
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Buzzsaw cawed at Shrapnel. "Laserbeak wasn't constantly plotting to enslave us all, bug, but if delusions make it easier for you to shut down at night the feel free to keep lying to yourself."
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Cyclonus looked at Shrapnel with a sympathetic expression. "I'd be lying if I said he'd be missed, but I'm sorry for your loss." He narrowed his optics. "But I have a job for Kickback, so we'll have to find him sooner than later. Fortunately, it's a job that will keep him far away from you for quite a long time."
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The Acid Wastes

Needlenose cocked his head and gave Misfire a pitying look. "Look, we're buddies and all, but have you ever actually listened to the stuff you say? Seriously, last time I saw you you were all 'boo hoo, I can't shoot straight, poor me' and passive-aggressively acting up whenever anyone called you on it."
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Lunatic Fringe

Ultra Magnus shook his head. "Not for a long time," he told Optimus. "I got tired of everyone thinking I was you and asking if we've had another Hate Plague outbreak." His expression turned dark. "I guess what happened today will kill that joke, at least."

Sighing, he looked over at his old friend and said, "That was a long time ago. I don't think we can ever go back to the way things were. Peace or no peace, the war has changed all of us too much."

Blackjack
2013-06-01, 09:29 AM
Intensive Care Unit, Aesculapius

Springer nodded at Centrifuge. "Thunderwing stood no chance." The Wrecker smiled, but the smile faded slightly. "But yeah, now we need to heal."

The Autobot hopped off the gurney he was in. "Afraid not, doc. Thanks for the help, though. I'm pretty sure I'll be fine -- I used to immediately hop into battle right after a big repair job, I'm sure simply flying around the city and looking around won't kill me."

The former Wrecker gave Centrifuge a wave, and started to walk out of the Aesculapius with a relaxed posture, something he never assumed during the war.

(OOC: Not really. Just kind of establishing that Springer is up and around. Say, do you want Prowl to meet Springer or something?)
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The Flats

Blitzwing turned to Shockwave and nodded respectfully. "I, for one, would prefer it if you sat on the chair instead of me, sparing me the headaches, but I respect your choice. And that would be more than acceptable, Shockwave. Thank you."

Blitzwing turned to Rage and shrugged. "We're the Decepticons. You won't have a shortage of power-hungry Starscream wannabes."

Turning to Scrapper, Blitzwing smiled. "You do that. With everything Thunderwing did, Hook will have no shortage of research material. Provided, of course, you keep that mad chemist of yours far, far away from Hook's research."
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"Wait, so I'm going to have to deal with Shockwave too?" Blackjack yelped, in slight surprise, then smiled. "Oh well, could be worse."

Blackjack glanced up at Rage. "Yeah, your idea of negotiations probably involves a fusion carbine."
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Shrapnel glanced at Shockwave without fear. "Relax, former-boss, boss. I was just throwing out what everyone's thinking. No one's stupid enough to attack Protihex right now, now. I was just making a point, point."

"It was a stupid point." Blackjack quipped.

"Shut up, midget, midget." Shrapnel snapped, then turned to Buzzsaw. "I'm not deluded, deluded. Bombshell was scum, but he was our scum. Just like how Soundwave is yours, yours. You'll mourn the manipulative bastard, won't you, you?"

"Stand down, Insecticon." Bludgeon hissed from the edge of the stadium, fingers idly dancing on his hilt. "I cannot do much to the Recordicon from here, but my threat to cut down those who speak ill of the dead still stands."

Shrapnel turned at Bludgeon, decided not to antagonize the creepy former Decepticon leader, gave Buzzsaw one last angry glare, before turning his back on the holoprojection. The Insecticon turned to Cyclonus. "That would be the best for both of us, us." Shrapnel agreed, and he opened an Insecticon-specific frequency. He hesitated for a moment, before saying in a very neutral tone. "Kickback, it's me. Come to the Flats. Cyclonus has a job for you."
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Shuttle

"Not really!" Misfire replied to Needlenose. If he regretted or was annoyed by Needlenose's impression of him, he was either kind enough or trying to save face by pretending to be ignorant. "I don't do passive aggressive! I sulk a little, maybe, but I'm like, always jolly and happy."

Warcry
2013-06-17, 05:29 AM
The Flats

"Yes you will," Rage told Blitzwing, "because I'm going to kill them all. In fact, I intend to make Starscream wannabes an endangered species."

He shrugged.

"What? A mech needs a hobby."

Then he told Blackjack, "Not always. Sometimes I'll be civil and use a sword instead."
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Scrapper laughed. "Don't worry. I'll take care of Mixmaster."

Unable to wait, he activated his comm system and barked, "Great news, Hook. You're fired! Talk to Blitzwing. He'll give you your next assignment."

He closed the channel before the now-former Constructicon could respond.
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"Not particularly," Buzzsaw told Shrapnel. "Soundwave was my boss, not my friend."

He glanced over at Ravage, whose expression was stony and impassive...a little too impassive to look genuine.

"But still, I take your point. Please accept my apology."
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Kickback didn't reply to Shrapnel, only sending a curt message receipt back to his former comrade to acknowledge that he'd gotten the call.
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Shuttle

"Whatever you say, Pinkie," Needlenose said to Misfire. "If I pretend I agree with you will that mean the end of this conversation and a chance to talk about something fun instead?"

Up front, Triggerhappy groaned. "Ah, hell, he's going to start talking about designer microchips again isn't he?"

Blackjack
2013-06-17, 04:06 PM
The Flats

Blitzwing smiled at Rage. "Don't act like it's a bad thing. I will personally support you in your endeavor. Well, not literally since you'll probably be pissed if I butt in, but you have my full support."

"Still sore that all of Starscream's takeover plans don't involve a football coach?" Blackjack asked, and had to roll to one side as a massive purple feet (massive for the Micromaster) slammed down where he had been standing moments before. "It's a healthy hobby, Rage. And, yeah, swords are civil. Look at Bludgeon."

Blitzwing and Blackjack both gave Scrapper a funny look, before laughing. After all the death, the genuine laugh from both of them felt... good.

"You know he's going to give me trouble, don't you?" Blitzwing said, smiling. "Jeez, Scrapper. Hook, you're fired!" The triple-changer mimicked what the Constructicon had just said.
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Shrapnel gave Buzzsaw a snort that indicated he didn't particularly believe that the Cassettecon did not consider Soundwave a friend. He nodded, optic band arching slightly at the apology. He turned around to face the holographic image of the bird, and nodded. "Yeah, yeah."

He accepted the apology. There was nothing much to say.

That was all he could bring to say. Looking up at Cyclonus, Shrapnel said, "Kickback's gotten the message, message. He'll come to you, you. He didn't reply to me, and I do not intend to converse further with him, him. So unless you specifically need me, I'd rather not be around when he meets you, for both our sakes, sakes."
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Constructicon Field Hospital

"Was that-"

"Yeah, that was Hook all right."

"What got him so riled up?"

The various Constructicons glanced up from the patients they are transporting or healing, glancing at Hook, who had just screamed a WHAT that some of them swore shook the walls of the makeshift building.

The doctor's face was furious, and if the phone was a corporeal object and not built into Hook's head nodule he would've slammed it on the table.

"My patient's going to spark arrest!" Scavenger yelped. "The scream moved the spark stabilizer plates!" As several other medics rushed in to help, Bonecrusher looked up, glanced at Mixmaster and Long Haul and exchanged a silent conversation.

"Oy, Hook? Something wrong? Did... did something happen to Scrap?" Bonecrusher asked, stating what he thought was the first reason that Hook could get this furious. "Did 'e die?"

"NO!" Hook bellowed. "IT'S WORSE!"

"Did Scrapper die and Starscream survive?" Long Haul ventured.

"NO! I GOT FIRED!"

There was a collective. "Aaaaah." from the Constructicons and some of the others in the room... and then everyone started back working.

Hook opened his mouth, as if to berate someone, then indignantly stomped out of the room.
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Shuttle

"Pretending to agree counts as agreeing if we ever bring this up in the future, Needles." Misfire told Needlenose with a wide grin.

Sixshot tilted his head to one side. "Designer microchips? What are th-glhpgh" Sixshot could not finish his sentence because he was too surprised by the fact that Misfire had sprung out of his seat like a lightning bolt and slammed onto his chest, cupping both hands over Sixshot's mouthplate, somehow muffling him.

Sixshot's optics were wide.

"DO NOT LET HIM TALK ABOUT DESIGNER MICROCHIPS" Misfire yelled, optics wide. "HE WILL MAKE YOUR BRAIN BLEED AND WE DON'T EVEN HAVE BLOOD"

"Triggerhappy? Slugslinger? Is this normal social interaction?" Sixshot asked, voice slightly shaken.

Warcry
2013-06-23, 05:30 AM
The Flats

Rage shrugged. "Nah, feel free to slag anyone who makes it past me," he told Blitzwing. "I mean, not that there'll be that many, but if I shoot them in the back while they're trying to get to you the fusion blast might tear through their torso and hit you too. Wouldn't want that."

He glanced over at Bludgeon. "Not sure 'civil' is the word I'd use to describe ol' Skullface, but okay. We'll go with that."
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"I've wanted to do that for so long, you can't even imagine." Scrapper told Blitzwing. "I think I deserved to enjoy it." He barked out a laugh. "I'll have Scavenger forward the video of Hook's inevitable freak-out to you guys. I've got a feeling it'll be worth watching."
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"Go," Cyclonus told Shrapnel in an understanding tone. "I wouldn't want you to be any more uncomfortable than you already are. And in case I don't see you again before our ship leaves, good luck. I have a feeling those of you left on Cybertron will need it as much as those of us who are leaving, if not more."
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Shuttle

Needlenose hadn't actually meant to discuss the subject, but given a chance to grind Misfire's gears he couldn't resist.

"Well since you asked," he told Sixshot, speaking loud enough that everyone could hear, "before the war I was a microchip designer. I spent a lot of time working on custom hardware for scientific and military staff, but the real money came from the yuppie crowd. Some of them just wanted different internals so they could show off how much better they were than the masses. Others were more functional, and gave the host faster reaction times, better sensor processing speed, stuff like that. I made a lot of cash from it, and so my line of 'Chic Chips' were born."

"Not normal at all!" Slugslinger bellowed, trying to drown out Needlenose so he's shut up. "Not normal at all," he assured Sixshot. "Normal people don't try to torture their friends with old stories!"

"Now, I made a good living at it for a long time, until that dastardly Optimus denounced me and ruined everything. But that's a story for another day." Before the other Decepticons could sigh in relief, he added, "What we really need to talk about are the chip architectures..."

"Is it still murder if we do it in unclaimed territory?" Slugslinger mused aloud. "I mean, technically there's no law here, right?"

Blackjack
2013-06-23, 03:24 PM
The Flats

"Trust me, I've gotten my share of fusion cannon shots in my younger days. That is not meant as an encouragement." Blitzwing told Rage. The triple-changer glared at Blackjack. "Do not even start."

Blitzwing and Blackjack both glanced at Bludgeon, who was perched atop a piece of rubble, inspecting his katana and swinging it around through the air.

"He haven't tried to massacre all of us yet. He's civil." Blackjack quipped

Blitzwing turned to face Scrapper, and smiled. "I'm sure I will get to see... or rather, hear it... first-hand. I expect Hook to scream into my ear any moment now..." Blitzwing winced, raising a finger to the side of his head. Audible to Blackjack, Rage and Scrapper would be the angry rantings of one Constructicon surgeon that were loud enough to be heard beyond the normally soundproof internal speakers.
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"Are you going to take him to space, space?" Shrapnel asked Cyclonus as he transformed into his insect mode, readying himself for a takeoff. "I do not think we will get to see each other again for a long time, Cyclonus. Good luck... you're a good man, man. Stay alive, alive."
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Shuttle

"MAKE HIM STOP! I AM BLEEDING OUT OF ALL MY ORIFICES" Misfire was shouting dramatically, kneeling onto the ground and raising his arms into the air.

Sixshot got up from where Misfire had tackled him, looked at Needlenose's little story-telling, looked at Misfire yelling, and blinked. This was why he does not socialize.

"I would actually be interested in sensory upgrades that would increase my reaction time." Sixshot tilted his head. "Is that... wrong?"

"DO NOT LISTEN TO HIM! DON'T LET THE DARKNESS CONVERT YOU"

Sixshot glanced at Slugslinger, who had joined Misfire in yelling, albeit not to the extent that the pink Targetmaster is doing. "This is torture?" Sixshot asked, visibly surprised. "I... find it... ineffective, if it is."

"KILL IT KILL IT WITH FIRE"

Sixshot frowned, completely missing the point. "Why are they so against your telling the story, Needlenose? Were they involved in the chip business and recounting this brings up memories they'd rather forget?"

zigzagger
2013-06-24, 04:44 AM
Lunatic Fringe

Optimus Prime exited the lobby and started down the stairs. "No," he agreed with Ultra Magnus. "No we can't. Nor should we attempt to, if we ever wish to move forward. That time - our time - must take its rightful place in history."

The Autobot Leader exited the building, stepping out onto the street. "Yes, I think we're making the right decision."

(OOC: Fade to black? At least until Prime's back on board the Trion, anyway. Unless you want Magnus to close things off with something brilliant :)).
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Intensive Care Unit, Aesculapius

"Just take easy if you can, okay?" said Centrifuge. "The stiffness will pass as your body acclimates to the new components."

(OCC: @ Blackjack -- If you want. I know I had something in mind...but for the life of me I can't remember what I wanted Prowl to say to Springer. If you have any ideas, feel free to shoot me a PM.)
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The Flats

"Protihex is a...consequential endeavor," Shockwave told Blitzwing. "But, I will offer my counsel should you require it--"

"Beginning with this; with available resources soon to be concentrated on reconstruction efforts in Polyhex and Kaon, drawing out conflicts - be it within, or with the currently-allied Autobots -- serves no purpose other than jeopardize the Decepticon Nation's long term survival. Furthermore, the Decepticons have no need of another despot... or usurper... or another 'visionary'. They must move past this paradigm if they are to thrive. You, Blitzwing, represent the new school of thought."

He held his mono-optic gaze on the triplechanger. "At one time you were a mentor at the Decepticon Military Academy, correct?" he said. "That experience may prove invaluable. My advice; draw from that. Inspire your people as you have your students."

Warcry
2013-06-30, 05:49 AM
OOC: I'm done with Magnus so I'm okay with letting that scene come to a close.

The Flats

"Pretty sure you don't want to give him permission to fusion blast you, Blitzwing," Buzzsaw interjected. "He'd do it. Maybe for no reason."

"I resent that!" Rage told the cassette. "I'd never shoot him for no reason unless I was really, really bored."
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Scrapper chuckled. "If you'd like, I could modify your comm so that you can ignore his calls," he told Blitzwing. "After all, you're a statesmech now. You can't be bothered by everyone who wants a piece of your day. That's what secretary droids are for."
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"I will, yes," Cyclonus told Shrapnel. "The work that I need him to do...it's best to do it away from prying eyes." He nodded to the bug. "Goodbye and good luck."
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Shuttle

Needlenose glared at Misfire before turning back to Sixshot.

"Well...I'm pretty scared of you as it is. I'm not sure how I feel about making you an even more deadly killer. But, uh, I could totally do that. You're leaving with Cyclonus, right? I'll make sure whatever ship he's on, I got dibs on some of the lab space. Then I can build you a new chipset from scratch and we can see just how you like it. How's that sound? I'll just need to make sure we've got all the fabrication gear before we launch..."

Shaking his head, he looked at his fellow Targetmasters and sighed. "They're just anti-intellectual, is all. They don't like talking about anything but shooting and flying."

"You implying you're an intellectual?" Slugslinger scoffed. "As if!"

Needlenose ignored his taunt. "They're just jealous that I'm the only one with a useful post-war skill set."

Blackjack
2013-07-02, 11:19 AM
Intensive Care Unit, Aesculapius

Springer flexed his neck. "Been there, done that, doc." Springer gave Centrifuge a wry smile. "Been blown up quite enough times to get used to this feeling of having new parts and stuff. Nice job you did, I have to say."
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The Flats

Blitzwing nodded as Shockwave spoke, taking note of everything the former Decepticon leader said. He was not known as a walking computer for nothing, after all, and his advice is highly valuable...

"A new school of thought is about right." Blitzwing nodded, agreeing, and nodded. "Yes, indeed, I used to be a teacher. That... would work, I suppose. Though I do not promise Optimus Prime-level speeches. But I suppose I can teach our people."

Blitzwing glanced at Buzzsaw and Rage. "Relax. With all the people I can't teach, Rage won't ever be bored."

The triple-changer turned to Scrapper and pulled the commlink chip from the side of his head and tossed it to the Constructicon. "Please do. Hook has dialed me a further fourteen times since you called him, and I have more pressing matters to discuss here."
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Shrapnel gave Cyclonus one last nod, before transforming and buzzing away.
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Shuttle

Sixshot tilted his head. "I will not turn my skills against any of you. Hopefully. I would enjoy... experimenting with the chipset, I suppose. I have no experience of that, however."

Misfire made a raspberry. "And you like to talk about nothing else but your fancy chips! Now, if you're talking about some incomprehensible stuff that Shockwave or the Constructicons or that microscope dude talk about, yeah, you're probably an intellectual."

Sixshot tilted his head at Needlenose's last words. "I am afraid I have less of a post-war skillset than they do."

Warcry
2013-07-12, 05:54 AM
The Flats

Scrapper caught the chip that Blitzwing gave him and plugged it into his omnitool. He punched a few keys, then tossed it back.

"There. Now you've got the officers' model. An auto-secretary VI is installed on it to screen calls for you, and block anyone who you don't want to speak to entirely." The Constructicon chuckled. "Your buddy Astrotrain wanted to canonize Sparkstalker when he wrote the program, believe me."
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Cyclonus watched as Shrapnel flew away, then looked over his shoulder and said, "You can come out now."

A mildly annoyed Kickback did just that. "How did you--"

"Know that you were watching? You're not nearly as clever as you think you are, Insecticon."

"What do you want, Spawn of Unicron?" Kickback asked sharply. "I don't like being summoned, especially when I'm not even on your side!"

"There are no 'sides' anymore, fool. Only Decepticons." Cyclonus crossed his arms. "I'm leaving Cybertron and you're coming with me."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because you don't want to stay here and spend the rest of your life avoiding Shrapnel," Cyclonus told him bluntly. "And because if you stay, I'll make sure that Blitzwing finds a lawyer so he can prosecute you for murdering a fellow Decepticon in cold blood on the field of battle."

"You wouldn't--"

"I would and I am," Cyclonus told him harshly. "I know that you have the technology to block out cerebro-shells."

"How did you--"

"Kickback, yourself and Ravage were the only members of Megatron's intelligence unit that weren't reporting to either us or the Imperials by the time the invasion started."

In the background Cyclonus saw Ravage shoot a disapproving look at Buzzsaw, who shrugged shamelessly.

Continuing, the Decepticon commander said, "And that includes Soundwave. It's probably best that you proceed under the assumption that I know everything you were up to since you were rescued from that Autobot jail. I know you found a way to negate the threat of a cerebro-shell. That's good, a brilliant first step. But I want you to take it to the next level. Starscream's dead, but we both know that may only slow him down. If he comes back, he's coming back to a world where it's physically impossible for his ghost to possess a single Transformer anywhere in the galaxy. You do that for me and the unpleasantness with Bombshell will be forgotten. Do we have a deal?"

Kickback shrugged. "Just let me know where to drop off my gear."
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Shuttle

Needlenose just sniffed. "You heathens just don't appreciate my art," he told Misfire, before responding to Sixshot.

"In that case, I'd be happy to work on them for you. In fact..." he gave the sixchanger a conspiratorial glance, "I've seen the way you handle a sword. Those big hands of yours might have tricked everyone else, but you're not just a big lumbering death machine. You've got skill. You wanna, I can teach you how to make chips yourself. After that, you want any post war skill in the world, you just give yourself the aptitude for it."

He glanced back at Misfire, Triggerhappy and Slugslinger and said, "Shame new chips ain't a cure for jumpy, stupid or wussy. Though I could have fixed Misfire's aim years ago, if he'd just let me finish offering to do it without running away screaming..."

Blackjack
2013-07-12, 06:32 AM
The Flats

"Canonize Sparkstalker?" Blitzwing chuckled at Scrapper. "If this thing works half as well as I think it will, I'll build Sparkstalker a small bust at New Darkmount or something."

The triple-changer frowned. "Any particular reason why the VI looks like Reflector, though?"

The triple-changer watched as Kickback appeared and engaged in conversation with Cyclonus, but did not intrude upon their conversation.
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Shuttle

Sixshot tilted his head at Misfire. "Swinging a sword is not much difference. It is... just another weapon in my arsenal, albeit one which I adopted later. Like the Wingwolf." The sixchanger frowned. "I... am willing to learn. If anything, life on board a shuttle would get monotonous pretty quickly, and better for me to have something else to do than to snap and challenge Ultra Magnus to a death brawl."

Sixshot did not want to say that he had no idea what post-war skill he would want; he was not sure if that would upset Needlenose.

Misfire scowled. "I ain't going to let someone untrained in brain circuit surgery poke around my head! I'm not Triggerhappy!"

Warcry
2013-07-22, 01:41 AM
The Flats

Scrapper shrugged. "I'm sure he's posthumously appreciate it," he told Blitzwing, "but something tells me he'd appreciate it more if you, you know, got somebody to revive him instead. I'm sure we've got the body around here somewhere. Scavenger said he found it stuffed into Ratbat's closet back on the Nemesis before we left Earth."

He chuckled.

"I asked about that once. Apparently the program is designed to project your ideal image of a generic Decepticon warrior, so the interface is different for each user. If you were to ask Cyclonus here, he'd probably tell you he sees a sweep when he turns it on."
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After Kickback left to collect his gear, Cyclonus turned back to Blitzwing. "I think we're about done here, my friend," he told the other Decepticon. "Unless you need me for something, I will tend to finding a starship for my voyage."
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Shuttle

Needlenose nodded. "Yeah. Anything that keeps you and Maggy apart'll probably be a good thing, right? Don't think you an' him'll ever exactly be bros, you know what I'm saying?"

He looked over at Misfire and shook his head. "I ain't going to do the install myself, dummy! That's what we got doc-bots for, yeah? I just build the tech. You want it installed, you get Glit or Hook or someone to look after it." He shrugged. "Hell, even Spinister could do it in a pinch. Me? I like to keep my hands out of other people's brains."

Blackjack
2013-07-22, 07:41 AM
The Flats

"Yeah... but I'm more keen on diverting resources to rebuild our cities before reviving random dead people, Scrapper. Not that we have a ready access to the Matrix..." Blitzwing sighed. "Well let's just hope that Scavenger didn't stash it in his closet back in Darkmount, 'cause anything there is now nuclear dust."

Blitzwing frowned. "Interesting, but why Reflector? My ideal image of a generic Decepticon warrior should be a Seeker..."

Blitzwing shrugged. "Well, whatever." He turned to Cyclonus and nodded. "Well, I guess I'd start counting heads of whoever's left and pull out from this city before some idiot with a short attention span starts shooting windows or something."
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Shuttle

"No big loss, I suppose." Sixshot told Needlenose with a frown.

Misfire eyed Needlenose suspiciously. "Then why didn't you tell me that all those years ago when I keep shooting my own face and Triggerhappy's backside? Wasn't very uncomfortable for all those involved."

Warcry
2013-07-30, 09:48 PM
The Flats

"Seekers have unique colour schemes?" Scrapper guessed. "Reflectors usually don't so they're more generic." He pondered the other Decepticon's point. "I'll go talk to Scavenger and see what he did with it. Who knows? Maybe it's still back on Earth?"
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"Sounds like a plan," Cyclonus agreed with Blitzwing. He gave the Decepticons' new leader a crisp salute, then transformed and took to the sky.

"Good luck. You'll need it."
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Shuttle

"I told you," Needlenose said to Misfire, clearly annoyed. "At least eight times. Your response was, and I quote 'Na na na na I'm not listening I'm not listening'." He shrugged. "Your loss."

(OOC: Unless ziggy's got something else to add to this thread, I think we're about done here. Just Iacon left to go. :) )