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Warcry
2013-09-15, 08:13 PM
Cybertron is a world torn apart by conflict. With Soundwave on their side and the entire planet's communications grid under their control, the Decepticons have overrun the Autobots' positions all over the southern hemisphere. As their armies continue to march north, the Autobots' capital city of Iacon is the last fortress standing in the face of their assault. Autobot defenders line up, preparing for the battle that is sure to come.

The streets of Iacon normally flow with pedestrian traffic, citizens going about their daily lives blissfully unaware of the plights of those in less-fortunate city-states. But those city-states have come knocking at Iacon's door with a score to settle, and today the streets are full not with pedestrians but soldiers. Outnumbered but entrenched, the Autobot defenders prepare to turn aside the Decepticon advance...before the city and everything in it is destroyed.

Warcry
2013-09-15, 08:34 PM
Hangar, Nemesis

Ramjet laughed. "You're one sick puppy, Dirge. When I think of pets I think of turbofoxes, not Autobots. You'd be better off adopting a half-tame Insecticon. At least they'll just eat ya when they snap, ya know?"

He shrugged. "But anyway, you're right. Only the big guys get ta keep prisoners. Us goons haveta settle for takin' trophies."

As they spoke, Skyquake reappeared and barked at them. "This isn't your relaxation break, idiots! Transform and get ready to launch! You're escorting the first shuttle out!"
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Medbay, Nemesis

Megatron let out an amused snort as Knock Out's cowardly scampering, but didn't comment on it. Instead, he turned to Lugnut and said, "As much as I'd like to stay here and keep the good doctor company, we need to hurry. We wouldn't want to force our shuttle to wait for us after all, would we?"
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Northern Border, Praxus

Breakneck looked up at Sixshot, finally answering those who were talking behind his back.

"You can count on me," he told the larger Transformer. "Just because I don't fight the way some people," he glared at Drivetrain, "want me to, doesn't mean I don't fight."
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Skies above Sentinel Prime Defence Base

Starscream pulled up, looped around and came back down with his nose pointed toward the injured Talonflame. He waited for a solid missile lock, then fired a pair of cluster bombs down at him.

"Your lukewarm praise is overwhelming, Obsidian. But don't worry. We'll finish up here and level the senate before the Autobots know what hit them. Besides...I'm sure the oh-so-mighty Megatron wants to deal with Sentinel Prime personally."
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Tagan Heights

"Greed is good, right?" Predacon sighed. "You know, Scorpy, there are times when I wonder if you'd even be on our side if you hadn't been caught with your hands in the energon goody jar. Which, as an aside, was inevitable from day one. I mean, look at the size of the things! If you were still a senator, would you be playing the good little Autobot hero right now?"
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South East Border, Iacon

Several of the bombers fell in the face of the massed Autobot fire, but the rest broke up into two groups and flew in opposite directions, one group following the line of Autobot defences northward and the other westward, bombing as they went. Several of the fighters followed to provide a screen, but half a dozen Vehicons stayed behind on Hammer's orders, looped around and came down for an attack run. They targetted Prowl and Jazz, the two who were clearly giving the orders, with machine gun fire.

Heinrad
2013-09-15, 10:07 PM
Vector Sigma:


"As you have stated, Keeper, war is here. And in a time of war, one makes use of resources. Vector Sigma is a resource Megatron will want to control. We know he wants the Kaon node. Even if we can enlist your aid in keeping it from him, there are other nodes for him to attack.". Orion scowled. "I'm not sure if your argument with Yoketron is coloring your attitudes, and to be brutally honest, at this point I don't care. I do know that if there is a way to save lives, I'm going to pursue it." Orion looked at Yoketron for a moment, then looked back at the Keeper. "I'm asking that you shut down the nodes. All of them. When we leave, lock us out. Deny Vector Sigma to both sides."

Heinrad
2013-09-15, 10:43 PM
(OOC: Sorry for the double post. If I try to edit, the tools at the top of the box compress into one mass of letters)

Praxus Border:


"Sweet Drokking Jovus........." Nightbeat stared into the distance at the approaching Decepticons. He was glad he'd gotten down from the stupid tower. Peeking over the wall was enough.

"What is it? And are you done standing on my back? You ain't exactly a minibot, ya know."

Nightbeat jumped down off the squaddie's back, pulling his blaster and checking the charge. "I've got good news and bad news. We're not going to be bored much longer."

The squaddies exchanged look. Then the one he'd been standing on, Shifter by name, cleared his throat hesitantly. "Was that the good news or the bad news?"

Nightbeat shrugged. "Both, actually. Decepticons are coming. We're going to have to hold them here. Or at least slow them down." he gave a half smile, then looked around. "So......... Got any ideas how we do this?"

"Ain't yew one 'o dem occifer-types?"

Nightbeat looked at the stringy yokel-bot who'd asked him that. "Police occi- er, officer. I'm a detective."

Aero Blade
2013-09-16, 06:56 AM
Vector Sigma

"So naïve..." The Keeper repeated once more, closing his optics briefly before opening them and speaking again to Orion. "You come here claiming to seek the path to saving lives, a chance to end the war sooner, but are so short-sighted to not know the destruction you will set in place."

"What are you talking about?" Yoketron would finally speak, the confusion evident in his voice.

"You know better than the boy the capacities of the Vector computers, their wisdom and their intelligence. They are linked to Primus's will through Vector Sigma, and the scope of its sight and understanding are far beyond what our feeble minds can comprehend..." The Keeper spoke. "I know that you have thought in great detail how the Kaon node could have come under Decepticon influence, tried to decipher how they were able to subvert its defenses and its will, and drawn no conclusions from your pondering. Have you thought, even for a moment, that the Kaon node functions now as it does, because it has chosen to?"

Blackjack
2013-09-16, 10:10 AM
Northern Border, Praxus

Sixshot looked at Breakneck with amusement. "Excellent. You've got ball bearings after all." Sixshot said, nodding at the smaller Vehicon in approval. "I'll hold you to that."
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Sentinel Prime Defence Base

"What the pit. Talonflame, report!" Sentinel Prime sighed. "Elite Guard."

The Prime slammed a fist against the central holomap in rage. "Are the anti-aircraft cannons fixed yet?" He turned towards an officer, who nodded nervously. "Then blow these Seekers out of the sky!"
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Skies above Sentinel Prime Defence Base

"Ah scrap-"

Talonflame's optics widened as Starscream swooped down and unleashed cluster bombs down at him. The bombs erupted and unleashed their payloads, and Talonflame's curse was cut short as he was torn apart by the explosions.

The AA cannons, fixed from their previous encounter with Skywarp's sabotage, would start to track Starscream, Skywarp and Thundercracker and open fire. Skywarp immediately teleported and dived downwards, narrowly avoiding a stream of energy blasts that tore up the air where he had been hovering and gloating before.

"Boss!" Skywarp yelled. "Cannons! What do we do?"
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Tagan Heights

"Greed is very, very good. Greed is a virtue." Scorponok replied to Predacon. He shrugged. "It's all good business, Predacon. If I was still a Senator now, if they didn't try to out me prior to the revolution, I would've discovered you guys nonetheless. And I would've lent help from inside Iacon instead of outside it. Things don't change, Predacon. I work for and with the strongest side, and with or without my initial defection, the Decepticons will still be it. I would've joined up regardless."

He shrugged. "Hell, I'd probably blow up the Senate chambers myself as some sort of registration fee."
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Obsidian narrowed his optics at Starscream's reply. "Feel free to earn something beyond lukewarm praise, then, Starscream..." the Aerospace Commander replied. "Although I suppose I have to agree with your sentiment. Megatron will want to kill Sentinel Prime himself out of some... sense of satisfaction or challenge or honour. I would advocate pragmatism, but it seems only fitting that he do the deed."

Obsidian watched as Hammer managed the airborne troops. Excellent. He had since stopped micromanaging in favour of looking at this Vehicon do his thing. Of course, he was still green, but all things considered he was doing a pretty great job.

"Hammer. Pull back the bombers heading West before they get too close. Some of the anti-aircraft cannons may be installed within the city itself, and heading too inwards will make your bombers fall into their trap."
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South East Border, Iacon

Prowl scowled as he rolled aside from some of the machinegun fire, deflecting a bullet from hitting his head with a spin from his tonfa. "Oh, these guys are good, for mass-produced troops."

The Autobot took aim at the Vehicons coming down towards them and returned fire with his acid-pellet gun, hoping to eat through their wings, or, better yet, straight into their internal mechanisms. He could use his shoulder missiles, but they were limited.

"Nightbeat!" Prowl called out into his commlink. "The row of warehouses in your position marked with military signs have more hidden anti-aircraft weaponry hidden within them -- activate them and take out the bombers when they try to blitz the city!"

Aero Blade
2013-09-16, 03:38 PM
Hangar, Nemesis

"Bah, all insecticons do is make a screechy noise if they get hurt and cower. Not the same thing as getting to hear a bot beg and plea," Dirge started to instruct to Ramjet, then stopped as Skyquake started to bark orders at them.

Dirge would immediately get into position, knowing well he had a long way to go before he would have the kind of authority a mech like Skyquake had, but doubting it'd be a very long time. In an organization like this, someone with 'skills' like Dirge would be able to rise quite quickly, of that he had no doubt.

"Let's show these guys how it's done Ramjet," Dirge told him. "Sooner we level this city of whimps, sooner that we might get those pets."



Medbay, Nemesis

Knock Out stayed at the com station, nervously waiting for Clench's response, but also hopping that it didn't come too quick. The longer the other mech took to answer, the less chance he'd have of having to interact with Megatron. It sounded as though he was getting ready to leave with Lugnut, but Knock Out was still sweating it out.

Knock Out hopped nothing happened to that gladiator while he was out in the field, because no matter what it was, they might try to pin it back on him for not doing an adequate job. All that work, and it still came down to if the bots got off a lucky shot at him. He was very not happy with the notion, but there was nothing he could do but wait it out.


South East Border, Iacon

Terabolt gave a brief laugh as Prowl managed to turn his own respondent joke into a recruitment opportunity.

"Master Yoketron and I are a package now, as ever. If you want me in your groupies, you gotta wrangle him first, though that's still no guarantee for me," Terabolt told him. She wasn't an apprentice anymore, but she still felt compelled to refer to him as her master, despite their shared rank. Yoketron after all was still considered to be the head training master, even though it had been a while since he'd formally took a class, and was still deserving of the master title. She hopped he was handling well on his current mission...

Terabolt by now had turned her attention to the coming troops, now that they were close enough to this position to present a problem, as indicated by Prowl opening fire. Terabolt herself had no ranged weaponry, but that didn't leave her entirely useless. Leaping aside of incoming fire, Terabolt took stock of the area, reached out psionicly to a large piece of rubble, and with some effort, threw it towards a large cluster of incoming vehicon troops.

It was not something she'd be able to do once the forces closed in enough to start mingling with their own troops, for fear of taking out their own in the process, but by then they'd be in range of her swords, and they too close to allow her the concentration to do it. For now she needed to do what she could to thin the coming wave of troops.

Springer85
2013-09-16, 08:14 PM
South East Border, Iacon

Jazz nodded in agreement with Prowl. "Just like Rapido and I work. I prefer it that way," he said to his former commander. "And as for death? You know as well as I that death is always a possibility when you're part of my team," he said with a little smile on his face, but then faced forward again to see the attacking Vehicons.

Jazz noticed that Terabolt was looking his way at certain points during his conversation with Prowl. "A bot's got to do what a bot's got to do," Jazz said when Terabolt mentioned that whether you work for the Knights or the military, you still have to follow orders.

Ground Vehicons were coming in and Jazz stood ready. "Battalion Alpha! Take care of the first wave of attackers and push them back! CHARGE!"

Right after Jazz had given the order, he was assaulted by machine gun fire and had to dodge the attack. Full frontal assault right now would be suicide and Jazz chooses to wait it out a little longer. As expected, Prowl was doing a great job directing the troops and while it would have been better if he was in the war room directing the troops, he couldn't help but be happy that he would fight this battle with one of his oldest friends.

Jazz fired off some rounds at the Vehicons that were close by. All shots aimed to kill their targets.

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Springer was just itching to jump in the fight and start tearing through Vehicon mechs, but didn't want to ignore Jazz's orders so stayed in line. Spinger lifted his big wind funnel cannon up and fired it at the aerial Vehicons that were approaching the Iacon border. "Let's see them try this on for size," he shouted as he fired off more rounds at them.

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Arsenal

"So what have you done to me," Magnus asked Wheeljack and Highbrow while still adjusting to his new situation.

Wheeljack turned around and walked over to Magnus. "Well I'm not going to bore you with details right now, but in a sense we've made you better than you were before. I had schematics for a set of armor that I've upgraded to fit your specific needs. Your systems have been corrupted by an unknown substance, but we've managed to create something for you that will suppress its symptoms. The armor has regenerative capabilities, but most of that ability is needed to keep the previously mentioned symptoms at bay so if you go into battle, you still have to be cautious."

Wheeljack started to check the readouts from his machines and everything looked well enough.

"That said, your armor is still very durable and can take quite some hits. Probably even from a direct his from the experimental fusion cannon I've heard about. The armor enhances your strength and speed too. Basically with the armor, you're the best version of yourself. An ultra Magnus if you will."

"Ultra Magnus, huh?"

"Well yes. Best way I can describe you right now. As I've said before though: You need to take your time to get adjusted to your new situation. My advice is to stay away from battle as long as you can. If you sustain too much damage, you risk the chance of reverting to your previous state and well.... let's not have that okay?"

"Battle? What do you mean? Are we under attack," Magnus wondered. If there was a battle going on right now, he felt that he needed to be part of it. At least show his face in support of the troops.

Wheeljack put his hands on the shoulder of the big mech. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with right now. Just rest, get adjusted and let us do some test runs. By the way, with the parts I had left over after forging your armor, I made you a hammer. Hope you like it."

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Skies above Sentinel Prime Defense Base

Thundercracker flew upwards and was followed by Sparrowhawk. Mid-air, he transformed and saw the missiles pass him by as Thundercracker dropped down, raised his arms, interlocking his fingers. "No, but your allegiance makes you less of a mech. NOW DIE!" he shouted as he intends to hit a double axe handle on Sparrowhawk aimed at the cockpit.

Blackjack
2013-09-17, 10:21 AM
South East Border, Iacon

"Fairly certain from the time I spent in your groupie that Master Yoketron has no interest whatsoever in joining the military." Prowl paused as he deflected a bullet into the ground with his tonfa and returned fire. "He has my respect for, among other things, being far more open-minded than the rest of your council, though. Any word, by the way, on how he and Orion are doing?"

Prowl observed the psionic ability of Terabolt. Not an Outlier ability or any sort of arcane magic, but an ability more tied to the energies of the spark. Scientifically dissected -- and Prowl is only working on his own deductions, since the Knights are very... traditional and anti-science about their abilities. Prowl hypothesized that the power is merely an extension of the Cybertronian Spark's own form of energy, expanded and changed through mental training in order to facilitate these psionic attacks.

Prowl himself has never been trained in this 'processor over matter' technique, not particularly successfully, anyway.

Not that he's going to complain about the good that Terabolt's doing at the moment, though. "Terabolt, could you please hold off the ground troops while we help deal with the airborne ones?"

"That is why you and Rapido are extremely effective." Prowl told Jazz. "Have to apologize, though. There are some traps I set up that I haven't told you about -- simply not enough time to elaborate. Grids 8B through 10C all have landmines planted underground, waiting for a particular signal to detonate."
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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defence Base

Sentinel's optics narrowed in displeasure as one of the cameras recording the battle at Iacon's borders shortened out. "Time to put all of our assets in play, then. The enemy's here."

He opened a commlink channel. "Quickswitch! What the pit do you think you're doing, standing around while people are getting killed? Get in there and stop those Decepticon Seekers! And try not to blow up the base while you're doing it!"

Channel switch. Optics widened slightly in surprise. "Omega Supreme? This is Sentinel Prime. You are cleared to land at.... well, the entire North Landing Bay in Iacon. I'll have it cleared -- you, make sure it is clear! -- and with a repair team ready there. I would request you lend assistance against the enemies besieging Iacon."

Channel switch. "Wheeljack, this is Sentinel Prime. Is Magnus awake yet? I need him to be out there leading the troops! Also, do you have any sort of... ideas in handling the army incoming against us? Some sort of mass weapon of destruction or giant dome shield?"
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Skies above Sentinel Prime Defense Base

Partly out of shock that Talonflame and the rest's life signals disappeared from his HUD, partly out of shock that Thundercracker dropped down on him in robot mode, Sparrowhawk didn't react so much as launch his missiles harmlessly out of reflex before the Seeker slammed his fists down onto his cockpit, shattering the glass and breaking many of the fragile circuits within, and sending him toppling down towards the ground where he blossomed in a massive explosion.

Chip1123
2013-09-17, 03:53 PM
Topspin had transformed into his tank mode and fired rounds off towards the oncoming vehicons. "Trying to keep them back." He said to Jazz and Prowl. "But with their numbers, it won't be easy."

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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defence Base

Rapido walked in, still digesting Prowl's files. "Reporting for duty, Sir." He said as he entered, snapping to attention for Sentinel Prime. "What's the situation?"

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Arsenal

"Magnus is awake." Highbrow replied to Sentinel Prime. "However, he has not had a chance to adequately test his capabilities or adjust to his new body. If he must go into the field, I would advise a low-risk encounter at the beginning."

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Bridge, Nemesis

Clench had to restrain himself from punching the nearby wall as Knock Out's message came through. The nerve of the medic to not adress him by his name or his title - the medic should have known who his new captain was. "Thank you, Knock Out. This is Clench. Since you obviously didn't get the announcement, and other than Lord Megatron, I am in charge of this mission and you will be reporting to myself or Shockwave. Do I make myself clear?" He said, his tone laced with condesccension. "Now, are there any more troops in the med bay, or are they cleared for the fight as well?"

Clench switched channels and sent a message to Lugnut. "Glad to have you up and about again. Get your weapons and be ready. Your part of the attack will commence soon."

Clench switched channels again and sent a message to the Hangar. "We have inbound Autobot ships. You will launch shortly. I hope you are combat ready. There are Autobots to kill!"

Aero Blade
2013-09-17, 04:28 PM
Medbay, Nemesis

Knock Out's sigh would be audible through the intercom. "Very well, captain Clench?" he responded, as though unsure of his rank and guessing to be polite (or as close as he felt like coming to it at the moment).

Knock Out looked briefly around the medbay to see most of the vehicons starting to clear out that had been there with Lugnut previously. They'd probably helped bring the brute in and were now going to report for duty.

"Yes, the troops are moving out, except for two," Knock Out observed and reported. "I'm assuming those are my sparksitters."

Heinrad
2013-09-18, 01:05 AM
Praxus Border:


"On my way, Prowl." Nightbeat deactivated his commlink and looked over at Shifter. "You're in charge while Windcharger's gone, right?"

Shifter nodded.

"All right." Nightbeat looked around, optics narrowing. "I don't think they know we're here. Get your snipers set up, and when I get those gun emplacements up and running, start picking them off. Get as many as you can before they notice you. Soon as they do, cut loose with everything you've got."

Shifter smirked. "You sure you were never in the military?"

"Military? No. Hostage negotiation? Yes." With that, Nightbeat transformed and headed for the warehouses.

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Vector Sigma:


"Then, Keeper, you're saying that the Vector computers, that Primus, wants this war. That we only exist to please some fuel-thirsty deity. I can only hope that all the pain and suffering that is about to happen pleases who and whatever happens to be watching."

Aero Blade
2013-09-18, 01:59 AM
Vector Sigma

"A darkness is coming, and society as it stands cannot hope to weather it," The Keeper spoke, for the first time turning fully to face Orion and Yoketron. "Long I have watched as this age has descended from glory, fueled by corruption, aggression, and apathy, and seen few able to defy it. This world has become weak and brittle, and only the fires of conflict can temper it for the coming storm. All that is old and corrupt, and unmoving to change, must be burned away to let flourish the growth that can turn the coming tide. There must be war."

"Keeper, this will not be war," Yoketron spoke, coming to stand beside Orion. "The Kaon node churns out troops for the Decepticon forces non-stop. Their numbers are enough already to overwhelm us. The fire will burn, but all its heat will expel in moments. The forge functions not just with heat, but with time to do its job. A blind slaughter will serve no purpose to either side, it will just be more unbalance."

The instant Yoketron finished speaking, he turned his head towards Orion, He was not sure if he understood fully what the Keeper was saying, but it left him very unsettled. Yoketron hoped Orion understood, and would be able to sway him.

Blackjack
2013-09-18, 10:58 AM
Iacon Borders

"Do you have anti-aircraft ordnance, Topspin? Now would be a good time to use them." Prowl asked the other Autobot as he gave Nightbeat a quick "copy that" as the other Autobot hopefully went off to activate the cannons.
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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defence Base

Sentinel Prime gave Rapido a quick glance. "It's all on the screen. The quick version? The whole army's on our doorsteps. Three Seekers outside killing Elite Guardsmen. Deploying six-changer there. Omega Supreme -- the last Supreme Guardian -- is incoming and damaged. Prowl thinks Soundwave has gone crazy and sent a team to blow him up." Sentinel snorted at that, making his opinion on that mission clear. "Orion and the Temple Knights haven't reported back... why am I not surprised?" Sentinel shook his head. "Senate's been calling me all day but I haven't replied."

Sentinel gestured at the cameras from the battlefield. "So, care to share your tactical expertise with our soldiers in the field?"

Sentinel clicked his ear commlink to reply to HIghbrow. "There are not exactly low-risk encounters here. He needs to be ready, or not at all."

Chip1123
2013-09-18, 03:13 PM
Rapido walked closer to the screen, processing what Sentinel had said while trying to gather details from the screen, and ignoring his comments on Prowl and the side mission against Soundwave.

Studying the board for a moment and processing the information, he came to some conclusions pretty fast. "What forces do we have in reserve? Our border troops where Jazz and Prowl are located are heavily outnumbered. Even with support from the defense turrets there, those Decepticon forces WILL breach if they are not given backup. We can't lose that position."

"Wasn't aware we had a six-changer." Rapido said to no one in particular. "But if he's half as good as the one the Decepticons are using, he'll make short work of those Seekers and can be used as reinforcements. And a Guardian unit could definitely help swing the tide of the battle. We need him battle reasy as soon as possible."


(OOC: Have the ships that are closing on the Nemesis sent info that the Nemesis is coming to Iacon?)

Heinrad
2013-09-20, 01:00 AM
Praxus Warehouses:


Nightbeat skidded to a stop and transformed, finding the control panel and activating the anti-aircraft emplacements in the warehouses, the guns deploying and flinging explosive death at the approaching bombers.

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Vector Sigma:


"By using that node, Megatron's gaining an insurmountable advantage in numbers. The system as it stands does need replacing, but it needs a balanced approach. All this will do is change one group of tyrants for another." Orion's optics narrowed. "And all that letting Megatron use that node will do is start a war of escalation. Soon, Sentinel would logically come and ask for the Iacon node to turn out troops. The rebirth of our world you think would come would be destroyed by legions of Cybertronians who know nothing but war. Live for nothing but war. Our world, and any world they touch, would be at the worst destroyed, at the least forever changed by having our war roll across it like so many glitchmice chewing through conduit casings. I somehow don't think the future you envision for our world is one of total destruction and devastation."

Warcry
2013-09-20, 07:20 PM
(OOC: Soundwave is probably blocking comms from the Decepticon ships in orbit, but the Nemesis is close enough and large enough that it's probably visible from the ground if it's dark out. :) )

Omega Supreme responded to Sentinel bluntly.

"Landing: impossible. Damage: too severe. Power levels: too low for shields. Reentry: fatal. Orbital drydock: required.

"Addendum. Your identity: unknown. Your authority: only tentatively acknowledged. Status of Zeta Prime: required."
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Hangar, Nemesis

As their shuttle launched, Ramjet flew out alongside it.

"Just don't get too distracted thinkin' of what'll happen after," he warned Dirge, "or there won't be an 'after' for ya!"

As the shuttle dropped into the atmosphere, six Autobot fighters quickly intercepted them. Launched from nearby orbital stations, they approached with a high relative velocity that made it difficult for either side to hit the other on the first pass. Ramjet didn't even try to fire, instead maneuvering himself straight into the path of the Autobot whose path came closest to his. The two met in a fiery clash of metal, and for a moment it looked like both combatants had been destroyed...until Ramjet tumbled out of the fireball, burned and a little dented but seemingly none the worse for wear otherwise.

"You might end up like that guy!" he told Dirge as he righted himself and prepared for the (presumably more cautious) Autobots to make another pass.
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Medbay, Nemesis

Megatron loitered another moment purely to enjoy the sight of Knock Out squirming, then led his guard out of the room.

"Gee boss," Lugnut said as they left, "I kinda get the feeling that he doesn't like you."

"I can't imagine why," Megatron said with flat sarcasm.

A confused Lugnut put aside the conversation for a moment to reply to Clench. "I'm ready. Megatron and I will be at the hangar in...well, now I guess," he said as they walked in and headed toward their shuttle. "You want me leading the paradrop, yeah?"
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Northern Border, Praxus

Breakneck nodded. "I hope you will," he told Sixshot.

Brick piped up. "Not to interrupt this sudden display of courage or nothin'," he said to the others, "but should we get moving soon? The way those bombers are pounding the walls, they'll be coming down soon."
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Skies above Sentinel Prime Defence Base

Starscream crowed in triumph as he slew the defenceless Talonflame, but then the AA cannons would open fire and ruin his moment.

"Dammit!" he shouted. "Skywarp, Thundercracker get below the guns and use the local buildings as cover! We're moving on to our next target!"

Doing as he'd told his troops, Starscream ducked behind a nearby office tower, putting it between himself and the incoming cannon fire...and not a moment too soon, as plasma charges were starting to sear his tailfins.

"Pragmatism? I'd call it sanity, personally. Megatron is too important to be wandering through enemy territory!" Starscream told Obsidian. "You'd think that what he did to Zeta Prime would have been lesson enough, but obviously he doesn't think it applies to him."
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Tagan Heights

"Whatever you say," Predacon told Scorponok, not sold on the virtues of greed himself. To him, physical possessions were not something to be strived for but a means to an end -- science for it's own sake.

"We'll pretend that I believe you so that we don't get distracted from killing Autobots," he told the other scientist.
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"I have issued instructions already clarifying their maximum operational range," Hammer told Obsidian. "Most of the squadrons have acknowledged and should be turning to rejoin us in a few seconds. Some of the Renegade units, however..." Hammer let the implication hang in the air. "I suspect that being caught between enemy AA guns and our own artillery will teach them the value of obeying orders."

As he spoke, the heavy boom of said artillery filled the battlefield as Hailstorm and his troops began lobbing rockets and shells at the Autobot defensive positions. One of the Vehicons randomly exploded as a chunk of debris on a strange, impossibly unnatural arc smashed into it, but that didn't seem to slow the bombardment much.

Moments after that, the bulk of the westward bombers arced back towards the Decepticon lines. The northbound units, as well as the fighters, remained engaged (though Prowl and Jazz each shot down a couple, and a few were forced to land by Springer).

Blackjack
2013-09-23, 09:18 AM
War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

Sentinel Prime, in turn, studied Rapido as he studied the board, frowning himself. "Prowl has all these... troops and deployment marked with numbers and classifications. Typical of him. I suppose we can choose to deploy them, but not knowing what exactly they contain would be... troublesome. All are close to the Southern borders, though, so I suppose Prowl will take it upon himself to deploy them." Sentinel gestured at a bunch of blue-coded tags on the holomap. (OOC: Rapido should know what these reinforcements are via the datapad... basically a bunch of really powerful weapons and bombs and whatnot Prowl stockpiled) "As well as the rest of our army stationed in standby on the Northern borders here, as well as here, here and here. I think we should send everyone out of the Southern gates, march and meet the Decepticon force with an overwhelming one of our own."

As Sentinel spoke, one of the blue-coloured tags seemed to activate and unfurl, and Sentinel was greeted with the computer message saying 'Anti Aircraft Cannons 1A through 8G activated'.

"We cannot lose that position indeed." Sentinel told Rapido. "The Guardian unit... I shall need to have words with him. Quickswitch, this is Sentinel Prime. You take orders from the Chief Strategist Rapido now."

He turned to Rapido. "We have a six-changer, and I believe you've worked with our triple-changer?"

He replied to Omega Supreme then. "Acknowledged, Omega Supreme. Move to... the Kelex Space Station above Iacon. It is one of the few space stations untouched by the war. I shall send a group of technicians up there to repair you." Sentinel nodded to a communications officer, before continuing. "I am Sentinel Prime, successor of Zeta Prime. Zeta Prime has been assassinated and murdered two days ago by an separatist faction known as the Decepticons, a faction which now is declaring war upon Iacon. And thus I again request your help -- if you need confirmation of Zeta Prime's death, I can provide them, morbid as they may."

Sentinel frowned. That... wasn't the best explanation he could come up with.
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Northern Border, Praxus

"Indeed, Brick." Sixshot turned to the rest of the Vehicons. "Vehicons, let's transform and..." Sixshot paused, and tilted his head. "Well, fly or drive depending on your alternate mode." Sixshot finished.

He bent his knees, bracing for a jump, and leaped into the air, transforming smoothly into his jet mode. Afterburners ignited, and the six-changer shot towards the direction of Iacon.

"Commanders Obsidian and Hammer, this is Sixshot. My team is en route. Ready for deployment."
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Skies above Sentinel Prime Defence Base

Skywarp shot downwards upon Starscream's orders, teleporting erratically in panic to avoid the AA guns. "What next target?" Skywarp yelled, half in confusion, half in manic glee.

An explosion next to him threw his descent out of control, and he had to teleport to the closest safe zone he could see -- namely, next to Starscream. "Hi boss."
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Tagan Heights

Obsidian chuckled slowly. "I know that, and you know that. But he has a certain... flair for drama. And as a leader, I think it is expected for him. Theatricality comes naturally for him, considering his background, and he needs to make this a show of force. He needs to make this personal. And, considering he has a low-grade nuclear device strapped into his arm and a bodyguard with gravity well generators as hands, I'd call it pragmatic as well."

He paused.

"If he fell, despite all that... then he is simply not fit to be leader." Obsidian finished. "Not as the leader of Cybertron, in any case. Though I am confident he will not."

"Acknowledged, Sixshot. Once we punch through the wall, get to the city and cause as much destruction. Feel free to help." Obsidian told the six-changer.

He replied to Hammer after a short pause in which he scanned quickly through the readouts of troop movements, especially the aforementioned Renegade troops. "Acceptable losses." Obsidian said at last. "Renegades, as they are appropriately named, are much less organized and volatile than the rest of our troops. If they refuse to listen to order, then they are undesirable elements which would function better as examples."

Obsidian watched as the siege engines below him (or rather, Decepticons transformed into siege engines) opened fire, nodding as the walls began to blacken.
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"That will work." Scorponok told Predacon. He flexed his shoulder. "What do we do now?"
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South Borders, Iacon

"Great job, Nightbeat." Prowl told the detective through the short-range commlink. "Realize that this isn't exactly your everyday job. But the bombers are not going to stop there... I can't really say much but, well, stay alive."

He switched channels. "Windcharger, get to the Southern borders and use your magnetic powers to repel as many of the missiles as you can. Redirect them back to the air forces -- right now they are the biggest advantage they have over us."

Switch again. "Rapido, it's me. The enemy is overwhelming us with a large amount of airborne troops. Their ground troops are numerous as well, but we're trying to hold them back."

Prowl stopped talking for a while to slam his the long end of his tonfa onto the face of a Decepticon who looked strangely beat-up, but didn't think much of it. Prowl kneed the Decepticon in the gut, rammed his acid pellet gun into his chest and opened fire, using the now-dead Decepticon as a makeshift shield as he opened fire onto the ground-bound Decepticons.

"We have deployed two Autotrooper squads." Prowl continued to Rapido. "As well as the troops already stationed here. We're holding them off, but we're not exactly doing much damage to them. Can't really see the entire scope of battle. I'm afraid they'll try to hit us from other avenues. North borders; sewers; underground; sleeper agents..."

Prowl grunted as one of the siege mortars exploded over him. "Topspin! Try to take out the mortars!"

Springer85
2013-09-23, 12:10 PM
Arsenal

"Then he's not ready at all," Wheeljack replied to Sentinel Prime. "If we send out Magnus now, we risk the chance of him losing control. In theory, his armor should work, but we haven't been able to test it yet. His systems are still adapting to the upgrade and has only shown small signs of movement since."

Wheeljack paused for a moment and checked if Magnus' system check was done yet. It wasn't. "As for a WMD, I don't do those. To my knowledge, you have a six changer of your own, don't you?" Wheeljack said with a little disdain to his tone. "As for protective measures, yes I do believe that we have some I've already discussed this with Prowl. Aren't you aware of those? Aside from the upgrades we've done to your weapon systems, we've outfitted the war academy with energy shielding that should cover the entire facility. I've used the same technology to protect my lab in Kaon, but the Decepticon six changer went right through it. We haven't had the time to work on those yet, because we were too busy trying to fix Magnus."

Magnus turned his head towards Wheeljack and the com panel that showed Sentinel. "I'll go if I must," he said as he tries to get up but failed in doing so. "Iacon needs me and as the leader of the Elite Guard it's my duty to do as the Prime commands."

"You will do no such thing," Wheeljack quickly said in response. "There's no telling what will happen to you when sustain damage. We would be better off sending in a ticking timebomb!"

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South East Border, Iacon

"And that's why breaking us up was a pretty stupid move," Jazz replied to Prowl. "But let's work with what we got. Once this mess is over, I'll have a one on one with the Prime about his tactics," he continued, notably unhappy with Sentinel's decision making. It would be the first time Jazz will speak up against a superior, if he doesn't get blown to bits first.

Jazz nodded in agreement with Topspin. "I know and from the looks of things, they haven't even brought out the heavy hitters yet. No sign of the sixchanger yet either so that means that they're probably still in their first or second phase of their attack."

Jazz looked in the distance. "Prowl! Siege weaponry! Do we have anything that can stop those things?"

It was clear that Jazz was way out of his league here. Covert Ops were his specialty, but full blown war was something he never had experienced. Much less being on the front line like this.
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Springer kept firing at the bombers and fighters that were trying to make their way to Iacon and tried to push through the defenses. "Jazz! Prowl! At this rate, we're not going to hold out for very long. We can only do so much!" he shouted as he succesfully took down some fighters. These guys are pushing really hard and we'll be out of ammo in no time if they keep pressing on the attack like this! Maybe we should be starting to take the fight to them to try and push them further away from our borders!"
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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

Kup watched as Rapido entered the room and had to take control of the situation under Sentinel's orders. "Our so called six changer isn't nearly as good as theirs," Kup responded to Rapido. "From the reports I read, ours has some kind of crisis going on in his brain module coupled with a lot of insecurity issues. That's a very deadly combination for our own team in a battle."

Kup turned to his screen when sudden alerts were coming in. "Uhm, guys. Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm getting reports that we're being attacked from orbit as well. As shuttle just dropped into our airspace and is heading straight for Iacon."

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Skies above Sentinel Prime Defense Base

Thundercracker quickly went for cover behind a building. "These slagging cannons are going to tear us to pieces. Their reaction time is faster than I remember," he said as he ducked low. "Much louder too." He slowly made his way towards Skywarp and Starscream. "So where to now?"

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Tagan Heights

"Now?" Tarantulas spoke up to Scorponok and Predacon. "Now we invade Iacon and kill those Autobot scientists Wheeljack and Highbrow who have managed to escape their punishment for far too long," he said out loud as he started to cackle.

Blackjack
2013-09-23, 01:15 PM
War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

"In theory. Tests. We don't have time." Sentinel Prime replied to Wheeljack, switching channels from the one talking to Omega Supreme, grateful for the distraction. "Put him through the most advanced physical test, then if he passes send him to the Southern Walls. If he doesn't... he's still a soldier."

Sentinel sighed. Magnus, Magnus, Magnus. So dependable. Why must this happen to you?

Sentinel Prime paused. "Do you really think I like using the six-changer? Do you think I like to make these WMD's? Trust me, inventor, I don't like the idea of detonating a nuclear equivalent two blocks away from where I recharge." He paused. "Shields."

Sentinel paused again, and glanced at the small generator that housed the Skyboom Shield, looked at the map showing the battle and frowned. An idea rose in his head. Of course. "Shields. How powerful a generator would you need, Wheeljack, to expand that forcefield over the entire Southern wall?"

Sentinel nodded as Magnus made his presence known. This was why Sentinel chose Magnus as leader of the Elite Guard. So resolute. So obedient to the rules. So much like Sentinel himself. "Yes. We do need you, Magnus, but Wheeljack has a point -- do the physical test. If you pass... take Elite Guards teams one and three through six, and begin wiping the floor with the Decepticons. If you don't, I still want to make use of your training, manning a sniper rifle or a missile pod or whatever. And, Magnus... make it quick. We don't have all day."

Sentinel turned to Rapido and shook his head. "He's just... settling into his new body. He'll be fine. At the very least, he'll probably slow the Decepticon sixchanger enough for our heavy weapons to take him out."

He whirled to face Kup at the delivery of the second part of the news. "WHAT? This is bad. This is very bad. Orbital... orbital... Omega Supreme, do you have any weapon systems online at all? We are experiencing attacks of the orbital sort!" He shook his head. "What can we do? What can we..." Sentinel narrowed his optics. There was that option, an option that was shot down by so many people before...
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South East Border, Iacon

"Indeed it is." Prowl told Jazz. "Both Rapido and I have been... unaccustomed to be in each other's proverbial shoes."

Prowl was forced to shove the Decepticon body-shield towards the enemy and take a rolling leap backwards as the Vehicons -- brutish ones that transformed from tanks -- began to approach him with buzzsaws. Prowl grunted as he spied several motorcycles zipping past him and the Autotrooper ranks. He launched two shots of acid pellets which melted through the wheel struts and sent the motorcycle Vehicons tumbling and exploding against the walls of the Iacon dome.

"Wall turrets!" Prowl yelled. "Nucleon shock cannons and miniguns target the air forces! Snipers, help our ground troops take out the bikes!" The turrets moved and began to redeploy as ordered.

"Siege weaponry." Prowl repeated Jazz's words as he reloaded. "Acknowledged. Permission to activate the aforementioned landmines, Jazz? It's a single-shot, and we're still dealing with the first wave, but the siege tanks are right on top of them."

He frowned. He didn't want to bring so much of their contingencies that soon...

He looked at Springer. "Springer, how confident are you in dogfighting? If you are, fly up there and start blowing up bombers -- hit and run, don't get over in your head. Get one of the airborne Elite Guard cadets to back you up."
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Skies above Sentinel Prime Defense Base

"Hey blue." Skywarp waved at Thundercracker.
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Tagan Heights

Scorponok squinted as his orange visor went down over his optic band. "It's getting very messy there, Tarantulas. All the Vehicons and all sorts of weird anti-aircraft cannons and the nucleon shock cannons are still around. Why are they taking so long to breach the walls?"

Aero Blade
2013-09-23, 03:56 PM
((ooc: alright, think this is everyone except for Knock Out, still waiting on Clench for that. Let me know if I missed any interactions))

South East Border, Iacon

"They went down into Vector Sigma and haven't come out yet, that's all we know," Terabolt would answer to Prowl when she had a moment between assaulting the Vehicons at distance with rubble. "The complex and the interior of the computer itself are heavily shielded, and there's no communication equipment, save for the Keeper himself coming up to chat, which he hasn't done in quite some time."

Terabolt took a silent moment to concentrate on a particularly large piece of rubble to toss at the oncoming troops, but the results were becoming less effective by the minute. The vehicons weren't stupid, and they were getting on their toes about avoiding the rubble, but it was still slowing them down.

"Can only keep this up so long," She warned to Prowl. "Especially when they get close. Might take some of your guys out as well. Hope you got other stuff ready."


Skies, near Nemesis

Dirge laughed briefly as Ramjet took the hit and came right out of it. Maybe the guy was as durable as he was bragging. It was time for him to show his stuff as well, but perhaps not so close to the shuttle - he couldn't prevent his allies from feeling the effects, but he didn't want them to take the full blast of it.

"Steel yourself and watch the fun," Dirge called out to the other seeker, maneuvering himself a short distance from the shuttle and activating his wail engines, letting loose the fear-inducing sound flood the air of the battle field.

((ooc: How close do you think we are to the Tagan Heights guys? Close enough to feel the effects or not?"))



Vector Sigma

"I envision nothing," The Keeper told Orion. "I see that which Vector Sigma provides to me, and it too cannot see things clearly. So few of the events of the future are set so solid as to be seen clearly, but the shadows of images of things to come are there. There is but one thing that is painfully clear, and that is the coming darkness, and the necessity for war..."

The Keeper began to turn from them again, not so much to turn away from them, but to instead turn towards Vector Sigma's core, approaching the heart of the massive computer. "But there is one thing that has ben spoken true - the coming conflict must be balanced for the necessary change. There is no reason to give advantage to one or the other. That must develop on its own, if it so be Primus's will..."

The Keeper would hold his hand over one of the components of Vector Sigma, not physically touching it, but some sort of exchange of energy seeming to happen between them as a form of communication.


Vector Computer Node, Kaon

Command Sequence from Vector Sigma Acknowledged
Full System Shut Down Initialized
Core Components and Vector Complex Lockdown Commencing
All Staff Please Evacuate - 30 Seconds Remaining

Springer85
2013-09-24, 08:56 AM
Arsenal

"I understand that you're pressed for time," Wheeljack replied to Sentinel, "believe me I do, but you have to understand that if Magnus' systems doesn't accept the upgrade, we'll have a bigger problem on our hands than a Decepticon six changer."

Diagnostic checks on Magnus' armor just finished up. Everything was in the green and judging from the results it looks like Magnus' internal systems have accepted the upgrade.

"I'm positive that the armor itself will hold and it can take quite a punch, so physical testing will only prove just that. The biggest test will be Magnus simply getting off the table and to start walking."

Magnus started to move his arms and tried to sit himself up. The medics offered to help him, but Magnus declined. This was something he had to do himself.

"And just for your information, I will not send him out to battle if he doesn't have his full range of motion. Magnus is a very experienced soldier so it probably won't take long for him to adapt, but until he does, the doors to Arsenal remain closed."

"I appreciate your concern, Wheeljack," Magnus said to the scientist," but there's no need to bicker over my health. Save that energy for the enemy." Magnus turned to Sentinel. "It will be done, Sentinel Prime," Magnus replied to his commander. "What's the current status of the other Elite Guard units? Are all on standby? If my recovery is taking too long, have Talonflame take command of said units until I arrive."

In the meantime, Wheeljack called up the specs for the shield generators. "The entire southern wall??" Wheeljack scratched his head as he processed the question. "For that, you're going to need a serious amount of power. About the same amount power that's being used for the War Academy alone. Anything less and the Decepticons will be through the barrier in no time."

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War room, Sentinel Prime Defense base

"You're seriously asking a damaged Omega Supreme to engage the enemy?" Kup said surprised to Sentinel. "Don't we have any other options? We should focus on getting Omega repaired first before we ask him to assist us in battle. What do you think, Rapido?"

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South East border, Iacon

"You don't have to ask for my permission, Prowl. Do it," Jazz said who was too preoccupied with the incoming motorcycle Vehicons that advanced on his position. "If it slows them down, then do it."

An overzealous motorcycle Vehicon charged at Jazz, but Jazz made short work of the mech with a swift roundhouse kick. The Vehicon transformed, but couldn't avoid getting shot through the head by Jazz's rifle.

"Battalion Alpha and Beta! Form a line and stand ready! When the signal is given, we're going to charge these glitches and push them back to the pit they came from! And trust me, you'll know what the signal is when you see it," he shouted to the troops, making sure they were ready to attack.

"I'm going to lead this charge," Jazz said to Prowl. "If something goes wrong, I still have the EMP-grenade Wheeljack gave me that was meant to take out Sixshot. I do hope that you have more surprises up your sleeve though, because I prefer not to use it."

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Springer turned his head to Prowl. "It's not confidence I'm lacking," he said to Prowl with a smile on his face. "It's a numbers game right now and from the looks of things it seems that they have the upper hand. Though that has never stopped me."

Springer turned around and pointed to the Elite Guardsman with an aerial mode that was closest to him. "You heard the mech, you're my back up. Let's blast some 'Cons out of the sky!" he said as he transformed into helicopter mode and started to engage the enemy. "Hit and run tactics! Let's wreck 'em!"

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Sentinel Prime Defense Base

Thundercracker gave Skywarp a nod when the latter greeted him. "Quite the party this turned out to be," he said to the purple and black mech, knowing that Skywarp never really was serious about anything. "Even got to fight the Prime for a couple of cycles. The Autobots didn't torture you for information, did they?"

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Tagan Heights

"Because their defenses are more formidable than we've expected," Tarantulas replied to Scorponok. "From the looks of things, the scientists that we supposed to be killed in Kaon have successfully upgraded their systems. Something, I think, Obsidian might have forgotten to count upon," he continued as he looked up at Obsidian who wasn't within listening distance.

"Couple that with the fact that high ranking Autobot officers have joined their troops on the front lines boosts their morale, making them fight not only harder, but smarter too. I wouldn't be surprised if the Autobots were holding back as much as they can just to see what we are going to offer them. It's a simple strategy."

Blackjack
2013-09-24, 12:47 PM
War Room, Sentinel Prime Defence Base

"I'm not asking a damaged Omega Supreme to engage the enemy." Sentinel Prime replied to Kup. "I'm sending repair teams up, remember? I'm asking a repaired Omega Supreme to engage the enemy. I'm not that reckless."

Sentinel Prime then turned to the conversation with Wheeljack, and resisted snapping at the inventor until he finished talking. The Prime elected to observe Magnus in the background of the comm-screen instead of trying to respond to the inventor. "It's not your call to make, inventor." Sentinel Prime replied. "But I do agree with your sentiments. If Magnus can't move properly, he's a liability."

Sentinel then addressed Magnus directly. "That is the spirit, Commander Magnus. All your Elite Guard units are on standby. Air Patrols Alpha through Eta are engaging the enemy on the Southern front... and I am sorry to inform you Talonflame's Beta patrol has just been... taken out by a group of Seeker insurgents. We're dealing with it right now. The rest of the Guard is on standby."

Sentinel then addressed Wheeljack once more. "Leave the power problem to me. I am, after all, Prime now, and we're in a state of emergency. The warehouse and business districts are basically empty now that everyone's rushing to their homes. I will authorize the rerouting of power from both to be rerouted to wherever you need. Can you do it in enough speed, though?"
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South East border, Iacon

Prowl shook his head at Terabolt's words. "I've never been a fan of the extremely hierarchical and secretive chain of command among the Knights. Extremely... ineffective when a node is compromised. Look at the sheer amount of these troopers they made."

Prowl chuckled. "Knight Terabolt, if there is a lesson which I took to heart more from my teachers... it's to always be prepared with tricks up one's proverbial sleeve." He turned to Jazz and nodded. "Roger that, Jazz."

Safely behind the cover of a group of Autotroopers, Prowl clipped his gun onto his hip and pulled out his datapad. Hopefully Soundwave doesn't have that much control yet... two quick presses of buttons, and the landmines set over the terrain occupied by the siege engines would detonate. If they don't outright destroy the Decepticon siege engines, then the resulting explosion and the unused tunnels below would at the very least make a cave-in and incapacitate them.

Would also be very useful to slow down the car and motorcycle Vehicons. Prowl was just grateful he had the foresight to make the landmines only be able to be detonated through his datapad, else the scorpion drones would've put all his efforts to waste.

"Autotrooper squad Kappa, get down here and form up with me and the Knight! We will lay suppressing fire for the other squads!" Prowl called out. As Autotroopers leaped off the walls and formed up, he turned to Terabolt and said, "Would probably ease off the flying boulders now that Jazz's leading a charge."

He turned to Jazz. "Good hunting -- and don't worry. I do have a lot of surprises left. I just hope I don't get to use them all, or we might not have much of a city left."

He then nodded at Springer as the triple-changer moved off with the Elite Guardsmen to engage the fliers. "You have the element of experience... and a second alternate mode. Take them out."
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Sentinel Prime Defense Base

"Torture! Hah! They're Autobots. What do you think?" Skywarp snorted, the goofy smile receding a little. "In any case, I only screamed and laughed and shouted at any attempt they did to make me talk. Goddamn hypocrites."

Skywarp grinned again. "You fought the Prime, Blue? Awesome. I did too, but that shield of his blocked my grenade. I did blow up an armory room, though- OW!" Skywarp yelled as a shot nicked his shoulder. "Damned Autobots!"
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Tagan Heights

Scorponok shook his head. "The old general may be outdated, but he's not that much of an idiot. The autoguns might have been upgraded, but that's not really going to do much but kill a couple extra squads of Vehicons." He paused. "Of course they're holding back. So are we. I mean, in addition to Megatron's personal wrecking team, we haven't even sent in Sixshot yet. Look at the forces engaging Iacon... barely one-fifth of the army that came with Obsidian."

Aero Blade
2013-09-24, 03:30 PM
South East border, Iacon

"Anything having to do with a Vector Computer is out of Temple Knight hands," Terabolt would answer to Prowl. "Not that the Elders wouldn't want a say in it, but everything is at the digression of the Keeper, and his ability to flatten us if we protest. The fact that any Knights guard some of the nodes stems from the fact that the Keeper himself can't be in more places at once, so he allows us to assist. That could all go away at a moment's whim if he so chose."

Blackjack
2013-09-24, 03:56 PM
South East Border, Iacon

"My point exactly. Hierarchical." Prowl replied to Terabolt. He had to stop talking for a while when a laser blast grazed the tip of his door-wing. Prowl returned fire to the assailant, hitting him in the shoulder, and then the chest. Two bullets, Prowl reflected as the Vehicon's frame was eaten away by acid. Not effective at all.

"No offense, but that sounds a hell lot like dictatorship to me. Albeit the Keeper is not as bad as Megatron, but one would argue that, say, the Elders were given at least some decision-making powers... the Keeper is, after all, not infallible despite what he might want us to think." Prowl shook his head. "One of the leading reasons why I quit, you know? Say what you want about the Senate or the military, but we don't let the Prime take all the shots." He paused as he returned fire. "And you give all this power -- the power over the Vector Nodes -- to a single person. Yes, more people increases the chance of someone getting corrupted, but is it better than the current system? If anything this big Vehicon army proves that the Keeper is extremely unreliable in times of crisis."

Pause.

"I may come off as a little rude, but you have to excuse the pressure-" Prowl rammed his tonfa into the body of a motorcycle Vehicon, before tossing it into the line of fire of one of the heavy weapon. "-Of our current predicament."

"And yet here I am, choosing not to take the veto against Prime's decision." Prowl replied. "My own decision, again, for not contesting him, before you ask. And I don't doubt that some of my... less-subtle colleagues are giving him an earful right now."

Chip1123
2013-09-24, 04:13 PM
Rapido was listening to Prowl's report while the others were discussing strategy. He turned to face the others.

"Losing Omega Supreme would be a disaster." Rapido said, looking directly at Kup and Sentinel Prime. "The morale loss alone would be devestating."

Adressing Kup specifically, "This six-changer, however, is a different matter. Most of the troops know nothing about him. No more loss should he fall. I would hate to lose him, but Sentinel raises a valid point. If he, along with a backup team, could stem the advance in one sector - delay them long enough, we can focus our other assets elsewhere." As he said that part, the numbers lost in different scenarios were playing through his head. It was a somber thought. He could see why some generals became known as cold and emotionless.

Rapido thought about Sentinel's suggestion of sending out a single, massive strike. "A single, coordinated attack does have its merits." Rapido said, half to himself, half to the others. "The overwhelming force can shatter and break an enemy that is too spread out." Rapido continued as he paced. "But it negates our single biggest advantage, the safety of Iacon's walls and turrets. In addition, our troops are left without cover. As many surprises as they've been able to throw at us, and as coordinated as they are, I do not like that option."

"That being said, I would like to give Prowl some air cover. The turrets are helping, but we need to deploy some air units to assist or they'll get overwhelmed. Which air squadron has the best chance of success?" He asked, deferring to Kup's knowledge of the troops personality makeup and Sentinel's knowledge of their training.

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South East border, Iacon

Topspin chambered another round in his cannon as soon as the last one left the barrel. One of the seige engines fell onto its side, the blast knocking it over. The decepticon transformed and stood up, raising a fist in Topspin's direction as Topspin's second shot landed, tearing into him.

He was having success in slowing some of the seige engines, but saw the troops advancing on his position. "About to be real hard to concentrate on the big stuff," He yelled out to Jazz, "Even with the turrets, we're gonna get swarmed if we aren't careful!"

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Bridge, Nemesis

Clench signed, and switched the channel to Knock Out. "I'm afraid you're staying where you are. Decent medics are hard to come by."

Clench switched the channel to Lugnut. "Yes, do not disapoint me, or Lord Megatron, in this command." He said, preying on Lugnut's admiration. "Your martial prowess is great, but prove to us you can do more."

Aero Blade
2013-09-24, 04:30 PM
South East Border, Iacon

"You misunderstand, Prowl," Terabolt would tell him firmly between her own efforts to keep the vehicons at bay. "We have no say on the Keeper, even in his choosing. That decision lies with Vector Sigma itself. It chose him, and bestowed him his rank and power. Should the Keeper pass, Vector Sigma would most likely revert to lockdown, until it chose a new Keeper. The Keeper is a servant, wholey devoted to Vector Sigma alone - if there is a dictator in the equation, it's Vector Sigma."


Medbay, Nemesis

"Of course," Knock Out answered once more to Clench, rolling his optics before walking away from the intercom station. At least Megatron and Lugnut were gone now, and the crowd cleared out, save for his two 'handlers'. He looked around the medbay once more, the decided to start taking stock of what he had available to him - no doubt he'd need to be using it very soon.

Blackjack
2013-09-24, 04:43 PM
War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

"But the general army doesn't even know that we've salvaged Omega Supreme. To use a term of speech, anyway. Salvage's not a nice word." Sentinel Prime told Rapido. "It's something Prowl did as one of his mad contingencies."

He nodded. "I agree with Rapido. The six-changer is, at the end of the day, a resource specifically created for this war. I fully intend to lob him and a team of Elite Guardsman straight at this Decepticon Sixknight when he arrives." Sentinel Prime frowned at Rapido's next words. "I do think that we need to show our hand and crush the enemy, but indeed that will leave the defenses unmanned. Very well. For now, we do it your way... what, exactly, pray tell, is that?"

Sentinel tapped his impressive chin. "Talonflame's squadron, normally I would say, but they are mortally wounded if not already dead. Many of our best fliers went to reconnoiter the Decepticon areas and never returned. Several are already stationed there... the next most skilled is, obviously, the rest of the Elite Guard reserves."
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South East Border, Iacon

"Precisely my point." Prowl told Terabolt. "Vector Sigma, Keeper, whichever it is that's pulling the strings... I could go into a theological argument with you about... all this, but I'd prefer it be in a much more pleasant situation than this. In any case, it's a subject that's... unpleasant to breach. One which few have enough courage to even consider. And one of the root of why I decided to leave."

Heinrad
2013-09-24, 10:02 PM
Approaching the Southern Borders:


Windcharger raced along, his engine almost redlined as he headed back to the border. "Copy, Prowl."

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Warehouse District:


"Stay alive, he says. I was already planning to do that." Nightbeat checked the controls, then looked up at the sky. "Madness. Utter madness........"

"You can say that again."

Nightbeat turned as Tracks, battered and singed, limped up to him. "What happened?"

Tracks winced as he shrugged. "I was saved by anti aircraft fire, and the fact that I'm more maneuverable in flight mode than a bomber."

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Vector Sigma:


Orion relaxed. "Thank you, Keeper."

Warcry
2013-09-25, 01:16 AM
Omega Supreme responded to Sentinel Prime, "Acknowledged: moving to station. Weapons: offline. Will engage: after repairs."

He gave no indication whether or not he had accepted the new Prime's authority or not.

(OOC: Can I suggest Wheeljack and Highbrow be the technicians sent up to fix him once they finish with Magnus, or are there already plans for those two? :))
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Iacon Airspace

(OOC: They're nowhere near the Tagan group. The orbital drop ships are coming down on the other end of the city.)

"I'm pretty sure I'm not made of steel," Ramjet told Dirge, not understanding what the other Decepticon was saying. "But sure, whatever. Do your thing."

Ramjet felt...odd as Dirge activated his engines, but he wasn't sure why. He wasn't smart enough to connect the feeling to the sound the other jet was making right away. On the other hand, he was also far too brave to be put off by the odd feeling it was giving him.

The nearby Autobots, on the other hand...not so much. One of them fled entirely, taking off on a flat trajectory trying to put as much distance between himself and the Decepticons as possible (Ramjet shot him in the back as he was fleeing because...well, why not?). The other four Autobots came around for another pass, but three of them were flying very sloppily all of a sudden, clearly trying to reign in their terror.

"Okay," Ramjet admitted as he finally put two and two together, "that's pretty neat, gotta say."

Behind them, more shuttles and fighter escorts dropped from the Nemesis, filling the city's northern sky with Decepticon forces.
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Hangar, Nemesis

Lugnut replied fervently to Clench, "I will not let down Lord Megatron. That you can count on!"

As he spoke, the giant Decepticon followed Megatron onto the last shuttle. Moments after they boarded, it dropped from the Nemesis's belly and fell into Cybertron's gravity well. Lugnut shoved his way toward the front and commandeered the ship's intercom.

"Hear this!" he shouted, addressing all of the shuttles' passengers. "Lord Megatron and Commanders Clench and Shockwave are watching! Do not disappoint them! Each of you have your orders. Paradrop from your shuttles as soon as you hit ten kilometres' altitude. Your fighter escorts will guide you in. When you're on the ground, hit your targets in order. Do it right and Iacon is ours! Do it wrong...and answer to me."

He glanced over at Megatron and whispered, "Are you sure you won't come with us?"

But Megatron shook his head. "I have my own list of targets," he said grimly.
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Northern Border, Praxus

Brick flew up into the sky, keeping a fair amount of space between himself and his ground-bound Vehicons so that he could defend them if need be.

"Lead the way, Sixshot!" he said enthusiastically. "I've wanted to visit Iacon all my life!"

"You're a week old," Drivetrain pointed out.

"It still counts!"
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Skies above Sentinel Prime Defence Base

Starscream would have jumped if he'd been in robot form when Skywarp appeared, the other Decepticon startled him so much. Instead, he settled for narrowly avoiding a crash.

"Don't do that!" he told the other seeker. "Teleport that close to someone and you're likely to get into a crash." He fumed for a second before responding to Thundercracker, "Our next target is the senate, my fellow seekers, so stay sharp!"

Although their line of sight was severely restricted by flying between buildings, the incoming fire had lessened significantly because the Autobot gunners didn't want to blow holes in their own city. But in spite of the reduced view, there was no doubt that the massive dome-shaped building in the distance was their target.

"Missiles first," he told the others. "Once we've blown our way inside, we'll kill every Autobot we see!"
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Tagan Heights

"Again with those two?" Predacon shrugged. "I mean, sure, I'll kill them if I see them. But I don't think this vendetta of yours is entirely healthy, Tarannie."

He laughed at his own joke, then gave Tarantulas a grin. "Which means you fit in just fine with me and Scorpy."
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Southeast Border, Iacon

The artillery continued to fire, heedless of the small number of casualties that the Autobots were inflicting. And although the Iacon walls hadn't collapsed yet, the Decepticon cannon were concentrating on a handful of key structural points and several of those were starting to show serious strain.

Then explosions started to go off all around them.

Smoke and dust hung over the area for quite a while, obscuring the Decepticon artillery and tanks' fate. But slowly, surely, their barrage was resumed. When the air was clear enough to see their position, a keen eyed observer would have noted that most of the Decepticons had survived the explosions, survived the fall and simply resumed firing from their new, underground positions, adjusting their aim so that their volleys would be able to exit from the rough, collapsed pit.

Not all of them had been so lucky, though. Corpses littered the edges of the pit and numerous Decepticons had been crushed or impaled by debris, but not enough to break the Decepticons' lines. A lesser fighting force might have panicked and tried to climb out and flee, but the disciplined Vehicon tanks held their ground and continued their attack.

Meanwhile, as the first wave of bombers returned to the Decepticon lines a second set took off -- this one headed straight toward Prowl and the Autotroopers he had arrayed about him.

In spite of all that, though, anyone with a keen eye for strategy would be able to see that this attack, for all it's ferocity and destructive force, simply wasn't going to be enough to breach the Autobot defences without taking much more serious losses.
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Vector Theta, Kaon

Freshly birthed Vehicons fled from the facility, charging up the temple stairs in a panic. Most of them escaped. Some of them, though...some of them were trapped behind bulkheads as they sealed, entombing them and ensuring that they would never leave those chambers for a single moment of their short lives.

Blackjack
2013-09-25, 04:29 PM
Northern Border, Praxus

The sky was gradually being filled with other Decepticons, but Sixshot's small team was still the closest to the Northern borders.

"Brick. Scythe. Impulsor." Sixshot's deep voice reverberated through the Vehicons' commlink channel as he addressed the flight-capable members of the team. "We're going to punch through straight into Iacon. Launch missiles, and I will take care of their turrents, you three get in as fast as you can and open the gates. Chopsaw, Dirt Rocket, as soon as the gates are open, zoom in and kill everyone. Breackneck, Drivetrain, Buckshot, back me up with support fire while the fliers do their thing."

Sixshot paused. He wasn't much for strategy. "Scream into the commlink if you need help."

When they reached into range, Sixshot transformed into his hovering weapon mode, charged up a purple blast and fired it straight onto the dome-shaped walls surrounding Iacon. The blast caused an explosion and created a hole large enough for the three Vehicons to zip through.

This display immediately attracted the attention of the turrets, who all aimed their cannons at Sixshot and opened fire. Sixshot wasn't sure he was doing this to take attention away from his comrades, or simply to test out his own abilities, but he simply hovered there in his massive cannon mode and took on the punishment as mortar shells exploded against him.

He then began returning fire, opening fire onto one turret, then another, then another.
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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

"Sir, the six-changer's besieging our Northern borders." One of the soldiers turned to face Sentinel, Kup and Rapido.

"Quickswitch! Belay that order -- get to the Northern border and eliminate the six-changer! You there! Send whatever aerial forces we have after the intruders." Sentinel Prime snapped into the commlink, then pointed randomly at another one of his officers, who nodded and headed off to relay Sentinel's orders.

"Wheeljack, Highbrow, how long will the test with Magnus... and the application of the forcefield... will take? Approximately? I may have another project for you, and it's another reparation." Sentinel turned to face the engineers. He doubted that the teams already sent to meet Omega Supreme will be able to do much but patch him up a little.
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Skies above Sentinel Prime Defence Base

Skywarp nodded. "Duly noted, boss. Sorry."

In retrospect. He could've warped into Starscream. That would be... awkward. And fatal. Mostly awkward, though, Skywarp considered.

He grinned. "I've always wanted to visit the Sena-" Skywarp winced as a laser blast nearly singed him. "Boss, some of those Autotrooper people are on our tail." Skywarp did nothing to engage the Autotroopers, though, instead following blindly onto Starscream's command and arming his missiles.
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Tagan Heights

Scorponok chuckled at Predacon's comment about Tarantulas. "As if the tendency to disprove the established laws of science, the ever-present threat of murdering the rest of us in our sleep and the general unhinged mentality isn't enough?"

Scorponok paused. "I hate the Senate, Tarnatulas hates those two guys, who do you have a vendetta against, Predacon?"
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Southeast Border, Iacon

Prowl's attention was slightly taken when one of the support structures for the walls gave an uncomfortable sounding noise. "Get the construction teams to shore up that wall!" Prowl yelled into the commlink.

The explosions then happened, but did not have the effect Prowl intended. Not as much deaths as Prowl expected. Not enough panicked troops either. Still, they have the height advantage, though.

And, of course, another group of jets shot towards them. "Of course. Wouldn't want it to be too easy, would it?" He turned to Terabolt and Jazz. "Jazz, you have the height advantage! Take out the siege engines! Terabolt, use the debris created by the explosions!"

Calculations ran through his head. This was the first wave. The Decepticons in this wave will all fall, or be rotated by Obsidian for fresh ones. They can win this... but Prowl needed to do that with minimal casualties. He suppressed a wince as the Autotrooper standing right next to him became a casualty himself, a stray bullet tearing through his cranium.

Decisions, decisions. Windcharger can take care of the incoming missiles for now. He could call out their own bombers, but they'd take some time to reach, flying all the way from the War Academy. Ground forces? No, Prowl didn't want to open their gates. Siege engines? Not just yet.

"Okay... get another Autotrooper squad down, as well as a field medic squad! Activate wall AA turrets!" Prowl yelled. "Drive them back! Tracks, are you still with us?"

The walls themselves slid open to reveal more AA cannons and turrets, sliding out and taking aim at the airborne Decepticons in the area, careful not to open fire where Springer and any other Autobot fliers may be.
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Obsidian watched and nodded with pleasure as the siege tanks sunk and continued firing. Excellent. It was... not a bad move to try and tip Prowl's hand off by sending part of the heavy ground units first.

Obsidian observed the battlefield. By numbers, the Decepticons probably had suffered more casualties... but most were Vehicons, Renegades meant as panic tactics, or troops in need of... disciplining. Whereas the Autobots had lost a good amount of their anti-aircraft cannons, lost several soldiers and suffered quite a hit to their walls. Not to mention some of the bombers and Renegades have punched through into Iacon itself and caused some property damage before being shot down or driven back.

"Hammer, have whatever fliers able pull back to regroup." Obsidian said into the comms. "The ground forces trapped can hold their own for now, tell them to continue what they're doing -- aim at the new, fresh cannons when possible. Rotate them with the second squad, this time aim to take down the officers. Send in the motorcycles and car Vehicons first around the crater, get the attacking Autobots in a pincer formation. Move the undead into the crater, have them run interference for our troops. If the Insecticons are listening, have a... swarm go right for the support struts."

He paused.

"Science team, do we have any infiltrator or burrowing units left?" He opened a comm channel to Team Science.

Aero Blade
2013-09-25, 11:13 PM
Vector Sigma

"Do not thank me," The Keeper told Orion coldly. "I do not command Vector Sigma, I advise it as its servant. Vector Sigma chose its course, and things are not yet over. The war still rages, and the Darkness still comes. You have far to go, if you are to overcome it."



Southeast Border, Iacon

"I know you didn't get this training, but it takes a good bit out of you to do it this much," Terabolt would warn to Prowl. "You'd better figure out something else fast, and I'm open to suggestions from any of you," she'd say indicating Jazz as well, before taking another chunk of debris and using it on the troops. She considered throwing some at the fighters, but there was no telling where it'd go after that, so she left that up to the guys with the guns.



Iacon Airspace

((OOC: Darn, have to settle for harassing NPCs :p ))

Dirge laughed aloud as the Autobots scattered from his wail engines, openning fire on the ones with the steadier flight patterns first, leaving the ones that were clearly effected to suffer even longer. It wasn't just for his own amusement, though, as the reactions of those ones would unsettle the others.

"A little noise and they start shaking in their cervos! They call these soldiers?!" He yelled to Ramjet.

Springer85
2013-09-26, 07:08 AM
War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

"Our troops aren't aware of Omega Supreme yet," Kup replied to Rapido. "The same goes for Magnus' condition and for Grimlock. The less they know, the more they'll concentrate on the battle," Kup added.

"Right now morale is good with high ranking officers having joined the battle," Kup continued. "Prowl and Jazz and his unit and a whole lot of Autotroopers are doing what they can to push the enemy back as much as they can, but I predict that they'll be overrun when the Decepticons really start pushing through in the south."

Kup turned to his screen for a moment to watch reports come in about the assault from the north wall and let the comments about their own six changer sink in. "Then by all means, do what you fell you must do," he said. The decision felt wrong, but Kup didn't want to argue it. He was out of place here anyway and felt that he was more needed on the battlefield with the mech that he trained instead of barking orders through a com at a safe distance.

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ooc: yes please :)

Arsenal

"You fail to understand Magnus' condition so let me clarify," Wheeljack said to the Prime. "It's not Magnus' mobility that makes him a liability. If Magnus' armor sustains too much damage, it will start failing and he will start killing his allies," Wheeljack hoped that this would be clear enough for the Prime to understand. "To put it bluntly."

He shook his head. "If that happens, those deaths will be on my hands and I don't think I can live with that guilt." Wheeljack turned around to Magnus. "Then again, it's indeed not my call to make."

In the meantime, Magnus sat up and looked at the monitor. "So Talonflame has fallen? Then his death will be avenged. Are these Seekers are still in the vicinity?" Magnus asked the Prime. "If so, I shall deal with them personally," he added as he tried to get up from the bed.

"The duration of the tests depend Magnus' recovery," Wheeljack replied to Sentinel. "I can't give you an estimate on that. "

"Then forget the tests," Magnus said as he noticed a certain distress in the voice of Sentinel. Apparently whatever was happening was serious. "If you and Highbrow are needed elsewhere, then that's more important."

Wheeljack shook his head. He preferred not to let Magnus go unchecked, but these were dire times. He understood the need for haste, but didn't like it one bit. "Very well," was all that he could say on the subject. "As for the forcefield, if you collect the forcefield generators that have been installed in the War Academy and connect them, you should have enough to power a shield to protect the southern walls. However, it'll leave the War Academy unprotected," Wheeljack explained, who's still unaware of the name change the academy has been given. "It's a choice you'll have to make, because creating a new energy shield will take a couple of days and judging from your tone, we don't have that luxury."

Magnus got himself off the bed and stood up, though still supporting himself with whatever was close. "Sentinel, who's coordinating the defenses of Iacon? You or Prowl? Do you have security at your current location? Can I get an update on the current situation?" Magnus had so many questions that his brain module was already working in overdrive. It was a shame his body wasn't. Yet. Though he had the feeling that would change soon.

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South East Border, Iacon

The mines exploded and the siege weapons were stopped dead in their tracks. The invading Decepticons were rattled for a moment. "That's our signal!" Jazz shouted and along with him, Autotrooper battalion Alpha and Beta charged the invaders. Jazz looked left and right as he ran and saw Autotroopers clashing with Vehicons. The Vehicons that Jazz encountered were dealt with swiftly. Jazz was determined that he would reach one of the siege weapons to prevent it from breaching the walls.

"We're going to get swarmed regardless," Jazz replied to Topspin while trying to fight off two Renegades with his signature fighting style. "It's time we take the fight to them instead of getting pushed into a corner."

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Skies above S.P.D.B.

"Good. That means we don't have to kill you," Thundercracker replied to Skywarp. "I would hate having to go through all this trouble for a mech that squealed." Thundercracker said as he dodged the incoming fire. One of his wings already sustained some damage so he tried his best to avoid any more.

"The Senate?" Thundercracker said to Starscream. "Hardly a challenge, is it? I can probably flatten the entire building with a single sonic boom"

Chip1123
2013-09-26, 03:14 PM
Topspin fired off a concussive round at two advancing vehicons, knowing them back. He transformed, pulling out his rifle as he did so, and riddled the vehicons till they stopped moving.

"Well then," Topspin yelled out to Jazz, "Call out the targets and let's go make some noise!"

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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

Rapido cursed as the reports of the enemy six-changer came in, and noticed the look on Kup's face. "I know what you're thinking, but it's the best we can do. Quickswitch has to buy us some time. And if we're really lucky, he'll win the fight against their six-changer."

"Not many aerial sqaudrons left, and we're holding the last in reserve for working with Magnus, correct?" He asked Sentinel Prime. "Prowl's troops are holding their own, but they need some kind of assistance. Perhaps a squad of ground troops with anti-air weapons. That would by them some time and some protection."

As he finished the last, he switched to a different channel and sent a message to Jazz and Prowl. "Trying to get you two some backup, but it's pretty chaotic here, and well, everywhere, at the moment. Any new developments?"

As Magnus's transmission came through, Rapido smiled. "It's good to have you back online Magnus. Gave us quite a scare. This is Rapido, btw. I've taken over for Prowl, who is in the field. Sentinel Prime is in charge, with assistance from Kup and myself."

Aero Blade
2013-09-27, 01:30 AM
((ooc: turned out way longer than I thought, but I couldn't see breaking it up. Hope you guys enjoy))

Medbay, Nemesis

It did not take long into his incarceration for Knock Out to discover there was little he could actually do in the medbay. Earlier the vehicons had been giving Knock Out the tools he required at his beckoning, but now that the medical chore had been taken care of, everything was nestled back in their spots in their various drawers and cabinets, and sealed behind electronic locks. Normally meant to keep the doors from all flying open in the event of turbulence or anything else to rock the ship, the locks refused to open for him, probably reading a signal from his bindings that prevented him from accessing them. In order to access anything he had to stand back and let his guards do it, and they watched over his shoulders to insure everything went back into its spots. It helped to hammer home the point that Knock Out was still little more than an important prisoner...

"Argh! Do I even have access to energon, or do I have to collapse in a pile on the floor to get fed?!" Knock Out would finally rave in frustration.

His Vehicon guards almost never talked to him, simply carrying out the task with as little words as possible. Even now the two looked at each other, one nodded to the other, and the other then proceeded out of the Medbay. Knock Out could only hope he was going to get some energon, but he doubt he was going to be pleased with the results. Most likely he was going to wind up with some low-grade, completely synthetic energon ration, as smooth as gravel in your joints, not the luscious syth-natural blends Knock Out's pallet was suited to. The torture continued.

Knock Out started pacing the medbay, putting a hand on his head. This was going to be a long stay of 'employment', either by staying locked up for all of his existence, or at least feeling that way before someone terminated him. Either fate was less than ideal.

He wasn't sure how long it was, but eventually the doctor found himself standing in front of the medbay's door, able to stand close enough that the sensor registered his presence and stayed open but without the ankle band shocking him. There Knock Out stayed for quite some time, looking for the returning Vehicon at first, but his focus drifting and instead looking at the entirety of the activity within his scope.

Every mech was busy, working about at their various tasks, big or small, preparing for or contributing to the ongoing battle with Iacon. He had been so reluctant to get involved, for fear of risking his hide, but isn't this what he wanted? Seeing those arrogant Iaconians knocked off their perch, thrown to the gutter like they had done with so many others, ones like himself who lived in the equally grand yet maligned Kaon.

Knock Out rubbed his chin consideratively. He got it now - Megatron's threats, even his insulting of his abilities, it was all about wounding his pride so he'd bounce back to prove them wrong, use his abilities to the most to spite them - but that wasn't good enough for Knock Out. He didn't want to stay an abused prisoner in the medbay, he wanted to have the rank and privillages that were entitled to someone of his background, wanted to have free reign to explore the ship, to have shore-leave, get something better than energon rations, to get paid, to have quarters other than that feeble cot clearly set up for him in the corner of the medbay...

He had to do something to prove he wasn't going to run off, that he was with the program. Talking certainly wouldn't help - anything he said now would just look like the mewling pleas of a prisoner trying to have an opportunity to escape. But what could he do, especially with his sparksitter watching his every move?

Knock Out glanced at the remaining vehicon out the corner of his optic without turning his head, and noticing he seemed to be letting his attention drift. The other one hadn't come back yet, but he could at any time - if Knock Out was to do anything, he'd need to be fast, especially since he was still under surveillance from the security cameras.

Making a decision, Knock Out made an intentionally loud sigh, turning from the door and starting back towards the medical equipment. On the way over he picked up a datapad, as though intending to more formally catalogue what he had available. "Might as well keep busy," He muttered aloud for the sake of his guard. The Vehicon took note, proceeding over to Knock Out, ready to assist and watch him again.

While they went about the task, an idea was formulating in Knock Out's head. He had a small neural probe hidden in a compartment - completely useless as a weapon, but it would stun a single mech briefly - it wasn't an option earlier as he had two guards, but now things were looking more opportune. He also remembered one of the drawers sticking previously when the vehicons went to open it, and hoped it would be equally tempermental this time around...

He had to bide his time, going through the charade so it wouldn't look odd going right to the drawer, but soon enough they'd finally reach it, and sure enough the drawer stuck. It looked as though his guard was getting frustrated with the activity, as he took his full attention off of Knock Out briefly to wrestle with the drawer. It was all he needed, in a brief instant slipping out the neural probe and using it on the his unexpecting victim. Giving a surprised yelp, the vehicon staggered back, trying to shake off the effects. Knock Out took the moment to casual come around in front of him, then unceremoniously shove the guard into the shielded computer console that he'd spotted earlier that controlled his ankle bracelet. The poor vehicon was shocked violently for a few seconds before the shield failed, allowing him to fall to the ground in a heap.

Knock Out walked carefully over to the prone form, leaning over the vehicon to inspect it. The vehicon gave a groan, turning his head to look back up at Knock Out as he did so.

"Well, you're not nearly as fried as I thought you might be. Good, I won't have to give you any emergency treatment," Knock Out told him cheerfully. The vehicon gave another weak groan before his head dropped back to the floor again. Knock out daintily stepped over his victim, then began to access the now unprotected consol. It was time to get to work.


((ooc: If Clench or any of his staff are paying any sort of attention, they should see all this via the medbay security cams ;) ))

Warcry
2013-09-27, 05:11 AM
Iacon Airspace

The steady-flying Autobot was able to dodge Dirge's fire without too much trouble, but doing so forced him to cross the fight path of one of his terrified wingmen. The second Autobot was too petrified to move, leading him to crash straight into the first's right wing. Both Autobots disappeared in a ball of fire and rained to the ground in little bits.

Ramjet responded to Dirge, "Nah, I'm pretty sure they're just Autobots," he joked. "But seriously, don't count on it workin' with their big guns."

The last two Autobots seemed to snap out of it at the same time, or at least realize what was going on and force themselves to fight through it. One of them coming at Ramjet with lasers blasting and the other firing missiles at Dirge.

Meanwhile, as the shuttles got close enough to Iacon troops began bailing out, carrying re-entry shields that would allow them to fall through the atmosphere without burning up.
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When their ship reached departure altitude, Lugnut was the first one out the door. He dropped through the air, arms spread, falling like he didn't have a care in the world. He didn't transform into bomber mode until the last possible moment, pulling up and buzzing a crowd of civilians who fled at the sight of the Decepticon badges on his wings.

Megatron didn't even bother transforming, falling from the sky at terminal velocity, landing on his feet, dusting himself off and walking away.

"Now, Iacon...now it's your turn to feel what Kaon suffered for so many years."
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Northern Border, Praxus

"You got it, big guy!" Drivetrain told Sixshot. He used hand signals to tell Buckshot to cover one of the sixchanger's flanks while he watched the other and Breakneck brought up the rear (because, well, he would have anyway...).

Brick revved his engines and shot forward, blowing up an AA gun with missiles so that the less-agile Scythe and Impulsor could get close to the wall without being blown up. The two helicopters, in turn, used their smaller rockets to blow apart the dozen or so Autotroopers guarding Sixshot's chosen border gate.
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Approaching the Senate

"You're an airplane, Skywarp. If people that turn into cars are able to follow and shoot you, I don't know what to say."

For his part, Starscream dodged the sparse incoming fire with what seemed like effortless grace, showing that he had exceptional skills as a pilot.

"But if they're really bothering you, teleport back behind them, shoot them and then rejoin Thundercracker and I."

Starscream didn't bother though, instead concentrating on closing to missile range with the enemy's main government building.

Replying to Thundercracker he said, "Probably, but don't. Megatron probably wants to display the senators' corpses after we've taken the city, or something like that. He's big on theatrics, our leader..."

Starscream's targeting computer signalled that he had a lock on the Senate building, so he fired a pair of cluster missiles into the structure's upper levels.
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Tagan Heights

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" Predacon said to Scorponok lightly. "Sorry, but unlike some people I prefer to keep my plans for horrible vengeance a secret."

He looked over at the others and asked, "You got any more pets for the boss guy to borrow?"
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Southeast Border, Iacon

Hammer relayed Obsidian's command, and the Decepticon forces quickly arrayed himself according to their orders: jets forming a perimeter, cars and bikes defending the artillery, and Insecticons surging forward to eat the wall supports.

"The...zombies don't appear to be responding to orders," the Vehicon captain reported back. "Frankly I'm not sure they're capable of understanding them. Since most of them are shambling in more or less the right direction, we might want to just leave them to it."

Springer85
2013-09-27, 12:08 PM
Business District, Iacon

Thundertron was nothing more than a simple trader. A merchant of various minerals that were used to produce the strongest metal on the planet or just plain and simple bricks. Whatever you needed in that department, Thundertron could get thanks to his many off world contacts.

The war had broken out between the Autobots and the Decepticons and an evacuation order was given. As the good law abiding citizen that he was, he followed the instructions, but it seemed that either the evac was moving too slow, the order itself was given too late or the Decepticons had moved up their time frame. Either way, the civilians were caught inbetween the ruckus.

The Autotroopers that were responsible for moving the civilians from block to block to the safe zone were doing the best they can, but their best proved to be less than enough when their group was attacked by in invading force of Decepticons. Ducking for cover, Thundertron noticed his fellow mechs were trying their best to avoid getting shot aswell. They took refuge under a building, but thanks to either the sensation of panic or simply their incompetance a rocket that was fired went in the wrong direction and hit the building that the civilians were hiding under. Thundertron saw it all happen and shouted at the others to move away. Most of them did, but when he noticed that one mech was too scared run, Thundertron ran over to him and pushed him out of harms way. In doing some, debris from the building collapsed onto him and Thundertron was stuck under it.

The Autotroopers managed to get the others to safety, but with Thundertron being stuck under the rubble, he was left for dead.

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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

"If that's the best we can do, then we have a problem," Kup replied to Rapido, having lost a little hope himself. "The guy has all this power, yet had no adequate training. At the first notion of the possibility of losing the fight, the guy might give into his fears. He's going to need some guidance," Kup added. "And I'm going to give it to him," he continued as he pulled out his trusty musket laser and locked and loaded it. "I'll be damned before I'm going to let some overambitious tyrant take my city while I'm sitting here on my skid plate."

More reports were coming in from all sides of the battles. "The south is managing just fine it seems, but the north is falling fast. Prowl and Jazz are dealing with the south. I suggest you leave that defense in their hands and only help them out if they ask for it. Besides, it looks like Megatron and his cronies have just been spotted in the city. I'm going to where I'm needed. Don't try to stop me," he said as he still waited for approval from Rapido. He was bent on going into the city to defend it, but didn't want to undermine the new strategist's authority. He might have other plans for the old warrior.

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South East Border, Iacon

"We're still up to our necks in Vehicons, Destrons, Renegades and reanimated corpses," Jazz replied to Rapido over the com. "For every hostile we take down, 4 more will take it's place. It's like a bad Skullgrin movie out here," Jazz continued as he kicked the head off an undead mech. "Prowl managed to stop the siege weapons dead in their tracks with mines he had scattered around here, and Springer's doing his best with the help of an elite guardsman to back us up and shoot bombers out of the sky, but they can do only so much," he added as he ducked for fire coming his way from a car Vehicon and then returned fire in kind.

"I'm right in the middle of things with battalion alpha and beta, but I can't tell you how long we'll be able to hold out. What I can tell you is that we're only slowing them down and that it'll be a matter of time before they reach the city if we're not going to start giving them some serious resistance."

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Arsenal

Rapido? Magnus thought. Oh Right. Spec. Ops. guy and second in command of Jazz's unit, Magnus recollected. He had never worked with Rapido before, but figured that if he was promoted to Prowl's position then he would be capable of handling the job.

"Thank you, Rapido," he replied when the new chief strategist welcomed him back. "Not a moment too soon, I gather. It seems the Decepticons are knocking on our door and some have already found their way into the city it seems. No worry. I will put a stop to those Seekers as soon as I manage to walk out of here."

"Well, after you walk out of here," Wheeljack interjected, "You're going to have to try and transform first," he continued. "I'm going to need to see if the armor will stay attached to you when you do. Probably will, but one could never be too sure about such a thing and I'm not leaving this facility until I have the assurance that your transformation functions properly."

As Magnus turned around to face Wheeljack, he reached for the large hammer that the scientist made for him and used it to support himself. "Then let's give you that assurance," he said as he took a few steps forward. "In the meantime, Rapido or Sentinel, can either of you give me a Sit.Rep?"

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Approaching the Senate

Thundercracker dodged the imcoming fire with ease that came from Autotroopers that were stationed on the ground.

"Theatrics?" Thundercracker said. "Sounds more like barbaric to me," he added when replying to Starscream. "I do not understand why we would waste time and energon on mechs that hardly prove a threat to us anyway," he continued as he fired off some rockets at the entrance of the senate building to make sure that nobody could escape. "Then again, what the boss wants, the boss can get."
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Tagan Heights

Well I have been called crazy on a few occasions," Tarantulas said. "Mostly when I was dissecting a mech's brain module while the mech in question was still operational," he added with a cackle. "Personal vendetta's are what keep me a little sane I suppose."

Tarantulas looked up. "My Spyders have already infiltrated the city," he replied to Predacon and Obsidian, " and I've already sent a few towards their precious War Academy. Why do you ask," Tarantulas inquired.

Blackjack
2013-09-27, 03:20 PM
Southeast Border, Iacon

“Do not mistake not getting training as being unaware of the consequences.” Prowl told Terabolt. “I fully expected you to be competent enough to know your own limits… just slow them down for a bit.”

Rapido’s comm came in. “Help would be appreciated. They seem to be trying to rotate in fresh bodies. Anything else relevant to our situation that I should know?”

Prowl sighed. He turned to Jazz. “Jazz, I have a party trick I’m saving up, but I suppose I can get it running now. It’ll take some time for me to set up, though.”
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“Don’t waste your time or men on the undead, Hammer.” Obsidian told the Vehicon commander. “As long as they don’t attack our own, leave them be. They’re cannon fodder anyway, moreso than the rest of our troops.”

He watched with pleasure as the troops moved according to his orders. So efficient, the Vehicons are… the Destrons and Renegades work pretty well too, all things considered, any unruly ones are probably already killed off by the Autobots anyway. It’s a very effective culling strategy.

“Astounding.” Obsidian sent a schematic to Tarantulas. “Have a group of Spyders go to this building and hack into it. It controls the gates for the Southern walls. On my mark – and not before – open the gates. We need to get our troops into position first.”
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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

Sentinel turned to look at Kup with a frown. “Grimwho?” The Prime shook his head, and sighed. “I’m not about to stop you. We need leaders in the Northern front and you’re as good as any. Don’t die.” He gave Kup a quick, firm nod as he turned back to the conversation with Wheeljack and Magnus.

“Killing his allies as in he’ll go berserk? Magnus won’t do that.” Sentinel told Wheeljack. “I don’t have faith in a lot of my soldiers, but Magnus is someone who rigidly follows protocol to the letter, perhaps even as much as I do. He won’t do it.”

Sentinel nodded at Magnus somberly. “Yes, Talonflame and his entire squad – save Barrel Roll, who was dispatched elsewhere – have fallen. The Seekers are right now… en-route to the Senate building. Deal with them, Magnus.” He paused. “The Elite Guard captains – Silver Raider (http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Y%C3%ADns%C3%A8_Q%C3%ADb%C4%ABng), Thunderwrath (http://tfwiki.net/wiki/N%C3%B9hu%C7%92_Sh%C7%8Endi%C3%A0n) and Wing Archer (http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Ti%C4%9B_Y%C3%AC_F%C4%93i_Ji%C3%A0n) – are all standing by. I trust you can handle their deployment? You will work with Rapido, who is now acting commander strategist. The current situation: Prowl and Jazz are leading the defense of the Southern borders, besieged by ground troops. The sixchanger is apparently assaulting the north, and as Kup had said, troops are airdropping in from orbit. Fortress Maximus is still missing. And there’s the Seeker problem.”

“If the walls are breached, then we wouldn’t need the Sentinel Prime Command Outpost.” Sentinel told Wheeljack. “You there, Dimebomb, get working on all that Wheeljack said. Rapido, coordinate with Prowl about the forcefield. Doubt it’ll slow the sixchanger – he’s proven he could break through it – so aim for the Southern walls, I think.”

“I have a paramount task for you two, anyway. How familiar are you about the Supreme-class Sentinels? Can you bring a fairly damaged one back to full functionality, given enough manpower and resources?” Sentinel sighed. "That's our trump card, and he might not even be cooperative.”

Turning back to Rapido, he nodded. “We’ll do that. Send in Bombard and Tarasque’s squads to back up the Southern border. They’re trained for anti-aircraft, I believe. Everyone else to the north.” Sentinel pulled out his Skyboom Shield and Energy Lance. “And that includes me and Ironhide. I will personally engage Megatron. Would you prefer to stay here or come with us, Rapido.”
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Skies, En Route to the Senate Building

“That would suck.” Skywarp replied to Thundercracker. “But I’m a Seeker! I don’t squeal.”

He then turned to Starscream. “Some of the Autotroopers turn into flying cars! I killed a couple during my solo run.” He obeyed Starscream, though, disappearing with a loud VVOP and a swirl of black smoke and cracking electricity, reappearing being the Autotroopers. Skywarp’s stolen machinegun roared into life, and the Autobots blew up before they had time to react, plummeting down towards Iacon’s streets and exploding into fireballs.
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Northern Border, Praxus

As the airborne Vehicons tore the gate apart, Sixshot continued his assault on the turrets on top of the towers, launching concentrated blasts of sonic energy and plasma as he switched between his gun form and his jet, doing hit-and-run tactics as he zipped through the air, leaving ruptured turrets and dead Autotroopers in his wake.

“Get into the city!” Sixshot roared, transforming into his beast mode and landing on top of the walls and slashing at the surprised Autotroopers. Limbs and spilt energon flew everywhere as Sixshot hacked through the troops with unnerving speed and ferocity. “Tear everyone apart! IACON BURNS!”
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Tagan Heights

“Knowing you, it’s probably some poor sap in the market district who swindled you five chips of energon when you tried to buy groceries.” Scorponok told Predacon. He shrugged. “All my Scorpobabies are blown up, and the rest are back in Stanix. Tarantulas?”

Scorponok shrugged at Tarantulas. “That’s not insane, that’s medicine! You’re learning how a brain module works under pressure!” He chuckled. “But your point sounds valid.”

Springer85
2013-09-28, 06:34 PM
ooc2: apology in advance for typo's. This laptop has no spellcheck installed x(

South East Border, Iacon

"We'll try to hold them off as long as..," Jazz tried to reply to Prowl, but his com was suddenly cut off when he was being jumped by a lot of undead mechs. They started to pile on him and as hard as Jazz tried to get out from under them, he had a hard time doing so. The undead mech could feel no pain and kept on coming. One grabbing Jazz's leg, another his arm. It seemed that all they wanted to do was destroy. Autotroopers were trying to come to Jazz's aid, but were stopped by Vehicons in their attempt.

"Prowl!" Springer called out loud over the com channel. "Jazz is in trouble! I'm going in! Topspin! Clear me a path to get him out," he called out to his fellow spec ops member. Springer didn't intend to make it sound like an order, but there was no time to think about that right now. The Autobots couldn't afford to lose one of their commanding officers right now.

While still in helicopter mode, Springer dove right down, transformed mid air into his armored car mode and drove straight through the undead mechs towards Jazz with the Elite Guardsman providing aerial support. Having gained enough velocity, Springer shoulder blocked the pile of undead mechs that were ontop of Jazz. Many undead tumbled off and Springer grabbed his sword and started to cut through the undead mechs as quick as he could.

After taking out the six undead mech that were trying to kill Jazz, Springer looked down. Jazz was luckily still functioning, but his visor was cracked, he sustained numerous amounts of dents and it looked like his leg wasn't completely attached to his frame anymore. "Thought you might need a hand," Springer said as he extended his hand to pull up his commander. "I thought you told us not to do anything stupid," he said with a smile on his face.

Jazz returned the smile. "Well these are stupid times, aren't they?" Jazz leaned on Springer as the two started to head back towards Prowl's position, hoping that Topspin would take care of the enemies that would dare engage them.

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Tagan Heights

Tarantulas was silent for a moment. He wanted to make a comment about how Obsidian dared to order him to do anything, but gaining access to the city suited his own purposes as well so he withheld he comment. "It will be done," was all he replied to him.

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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

"Grimlock," Kup replied to Sentinel. "Jazz rescued him during his mission in Iacon and he's an old friend of mine. You're going to be glad he's on our side." Kup walked towards the exit, "Don't worry. I've survived worse," he said as the Prime told him not to die, but then heard him say that he was going after Megatron and that stopped him from exiting the War Room.

"You have got to be out of your flaming mind!" he shouted out loud. "While I'm sure that Ironhide can give you the back up you need, but you forget that you're carrying the most important thing we have: The Autobot matrix of Leadership! It's your job to protect the wisdom that it hold and you won't be doing that if you're going straight for the leader of the Decepticons!" Kup continued to rant.

"I don't know if you've read Jazz's report on his Kaon mission, but Megatron can do some serious damage. I know that you want to take the fight to him and take him down, but there's no way it's going to be easy. I may not believe in all that mumbo jumbo that the Temple Knights spout, but what I do know is that the Matrix is important and that I see it as my duty to protect the carrier of it. If you die, it dies with you and I will not have that. You are going to stay put and manage this crisis with Rapido until we can manage to wear him down. It is time for you to start acting like a Prime instead of a soldier and use the wisdom that you have gathered over the years and start thinking before you act. If you fall, all hope will be lost!"

Whether it was Kup being overly protective of the Prime or that he considered Megatron being a very credible threat to Sentinel's life didn't matter, sending in The Prime to do a soldier's job is the worst possible strategic decision you can make.

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Arsenal

"It's not like he has a choice about it," Wheeljack replied to Sentinel about the possible ramifications of Magnus' armor malfunctioning, " but never mind. I'll explain them to Magnus," he said as he walked over the the large red, white and blue mech. "Supreme-class Sentinels?" Wheeljack asked puzzled. "I've never had the pleasure of ever seeing one," he continued. "Most of them were deactivated before my spark even came online. You're saying that you have one?" he added with a surprised tone to his voice as he looked over at Highbrow.

Wheeljack scratched his mouthplate. "I don't think either of us is familiar with their tech or inner workings, but I'm sure that with Highbrow's processing speed and my resourcefulness we'll be able to restore him back to full functionality."

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Magnus managed to stand up straight with the help of the hammer as he looked into the monitor that showed Sentinel. Now that Magnus was taller than before, he had to get used to looking further down at a screen instead of looking straight at it. "They will be dealt with," Magnus replied and then opened a com to his captains of the Elite Guard. " Silver Raider, Thunderwrath, Wing Archer. This is your commander, Magnus..."

Magnus paused and looked over his shoulder to Wheeljack for a moment and then turned back to his com, "This is Ultra Magnus speaking: The Decepticons have invaded our city and it's up to us to kick them out. Our northern defenses need strengthning so that's what our main focus will be. Thunderwrath, Wing Archer; both of you will accompany me in putting a stop to those Seekers. Talonflame and his unit have fallen when they tried to stop them and these Seekers are now attacking the Senate. Silver Raider, you will be reassigned to Kup. Follow his every command and make sure to take Flamebaze (http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Ch%C3%ACl%C3%ACe_F%C4%93i_Hu%C7%92) and Shortstop (http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Ch%C4%81on%C3%A9ng_Y%C3%B3uj%C4%ABsh%C7%92u) with you for rescue missions as well as for engaging the enemy." A swift 'Yes Sir!' followed.

Ultra Magnus turned back to Sentinel and Rapido. "Is there anything useful that you might be able to tell me about the three Seekers before I engage them?" he asked.

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In the mean time, Wheeljack went over the specifics of Magnus' upgrades with him. "First thing that you have to know is that your armor prevents you from feeling any effects from the strange crystal that was introduced into your systems. Keep in mind that it meams that the effects are subdued. Your new armor is made of Durabyllium. It's the strongest metal on Cybertron and also very rare. It's light in weight and will protect you from quite some damage, but keep in mind that you're not invulnerable. If you sustain too much damage, your armor will begin failing and you'll slowly start to feel the effects of your condition again. When your armor completely fails, you'll revert completely and chances are you'll go berserk and start killing your own friends, so please be careful," he told the large mech. "I tried explaining this to Sentinel, but it seems that he thinks I'm overreacting."

Magnus nodded. "I will keep it in mind, Wheeljack. Don't worry. I'll try to dodge as much enemy fire as I can."

"Good," Wheeljack said assured. "Now, the excess energy that your condition produces is what powers your armor and thus keeps any negative side-effects in check. As for the positive side effects: Your internal repair systems have been upgraded so that loss of energon is put to a halt quickly. The armor also grants you increased strength and due to the fact that it isn't very heavy, with time your speed will be the same as it was before you had it."

Magnus nodded again. "Alright, so exellerated healing, strength and no loss of speed. Got it."

Wheeljack shook his head. "No, no. No excellerated healing. Your internal repair system will only stop loss of energon. You're still going to need a doctor to repair you. You're not a super soldier. Keep that in mind."

"I understand," Magnus said as he looked to his hammer.

"Ah yes. The hammer," Wheeljack said with much joy. "When I went through your medspecs, I read that you used to carry an energon hammer. Since the armor prevents you from retracting your hand to call upon the hammer, Highbrow and I created you a new one. I hope you like it."

Magnus smiled. "I'll be sure to put it to good use," he said as he put the hammer away and tried standing on his own two feet. "Now if only I manage to transform, you can assist in repairing the Omega Sentinel and I'll take care of those Seekers."

Lady Quickswitch
2013-09-29, 04:48 AM
Roof, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

Quickswitch had fallen into lassitude, sitting legs bent and twiddling his thumbs as Prime's first order went through.

He got to his feet, studied the horizon.

Then, Prime's next order made his circuits run with ice.

The six changer is here!

"Prime!" he radioed the Autobot Leader, "He's here? I'm on it, sir!"

Quickswitch visualized his aerial mode and transformed, rocketing off toward the Northern Border.

Aero Blade
2013-09-29, 10:05 PM
South East Border, Iacon

Terabolt continued with the debris for a bit longer, then would stop all together when the mines went off. It was time to rest and regather her strength for the coming forces.

When she spotted Springer returning with an injured Jazz, Terabolt moved swiftly towards them, transforming as she reached them and taking up position behind them, to aid Topspin in protecting them.

"Can you hold up or do you need to fall back to the base?" Terabolt would ask towards Jazz, but keeping her eye on the troops, taking care of any that came in close enough to engage with her swords.


Iacon Airspace

"Yeah they might hold up better, but they're not immune. They'll still feel it and still get distracted by it, and that'll make it easier to get in our shots," Dirge replied to Ramjet.

When the Autobot fired his missles, Dirge would release a few flares to draw the missiles off target and roll out of the way, then fire off one of his own at his opponent.

Heinrad
2013-09-30, 12:53 AM
Warehouses:


"I'm not sure I want to answer that", Tracks muttered to himself.

Nightbeat checked the control board for the AA guns. "Go ahead. Better to die a warrior's death, right?"

"My goal is to leave a beautiful shell. Not a pile of half-melted shavings." Sighing, Tracks activated his commlink. "I'm still alive, and more or less in one piece. Where do you want me, Prowl?"

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Wall:


Windcharger skidded to a stop, transforming to robot mode, his hands retracting and his magnetic field emitters sliding out. Raising the emitters, he fired them up, the waves of electromagnetic energy pushing the oncoming missiles back towards the approaching Decepticon hordes.

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War Room:


"We ain't gonna go out there t'tawlk t'him, Sent'nel. We go meet Megatron, we're gonna want to crush him. Prob'ly as fast as we can. Mahght be th' only thing that'll stop this. We're gnna need more'n just th' two'a us."

Warcry
2013-09-30, 04:54 AM
(OOC: Thundertron = :up: )

Iacon Airspace

Ramjet took a few laser hits, but didn't dodge. He returned fire with lasers of his own, and his Autobot counterpart did dodge. That meant that Ramjet was shooting with far more accuracy than the Autobot was, and even though he took a few stray hits the Autobot took far more. Two solid strikes to the jet's midsection killed it's engines, and the Autobot fell out of the sky.

Dirge's opponent seemed dumbfounded when the seeker diverted the incoming missiles. He quickly realized that the Decepticon had fired one of his own, but not soon enough. The moment of hesitation was all that it took for the missile to close to range, blow the Autobot's wing off and send him spiralling down to the ground.

In the interim, the shuttle they'd been guarding had dropped it's troops and began curving up, returning to the Nemesis.

"Well, that was fun," Ramjet told Dirge as if they'd just finished a round of fullstasis. "What's next?"
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Lugnut watched Megatron disappear into the city, then took his small squad of fighter jets with him on and eastward trajectory. The group of Decepticons flew over a large swath of residential housing before arriving at a track of industrial land. At the far end of the land was a munitions factory that produced ammunition for the Autobot sources. At the near end, several construction-supply warehouses and wholesalers. The destruction of both would be a heavy blow to the rebuilding efforts, should the Autobots push the Decepticon forces back out of the city.

Lugnut sent his minions off to fly patrol, chasing off a duo of Autobot jets who'd spotted them and given chase. Lugnut himself, meanwhile, lined up for a straight run over the industrial land and began dropping bombs. The incendiary explosives hit the ground every twenty metres or so and burst into flames. Every third or fourth bomb managed to set off a series of secondary explosions as fuel tanks or pressurized chemicals were hit, and soon the entire strip looked like nothing but a miles-long blaze. For the finishing touches, Lugnut dropped a pair of special bunker-busters on the ammunition factory. They punched through the building's heavy armour, then through the ground-level loading docks and finally breached the underground manufacturing and storage facilities. The factory went up flames, a jet of fire shooting dozens of feet up into the air as gunpowder and explosives burned.

Lugnut swept around and saw dozens of similar fires throughout the north of the city, lit as other Decepticon teams destroyed police stations, equipment dumps, barracks and government buildings.

Activating his comm, he called Clench. "Phase one is done," he told the mission commander. "Can we move on to phase two and start fighting their troops?"
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Iacon Streets

The gate swung open, the locks blown apart by another missile fired by Brick. As soon as they did, the two motorcycle Vehicons roared in, driving between the ranks of bulkier Autotroopers standing behind the gates, transforming and shooting them in the back.

Drivetrain, Breakneck and Buckshot followed soon after, and in less than ten seconds a dozen low-ranking Autobots had fallen to their guns.

"The gate is secure," Drivetrain reported to Sixshot.
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Approaching the Senate

"Barbaric theatrics?" Starscream suggested to Thundercracker. "He does it to scare people, not because he enjoys it. I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse."

Thundercracker's rockets collapsed the ground-floor entrance to the senate, while Starscream's bombs opened up a new one four floors up. The seekers' flight leader transformed, using his foot thrusters to propel him inside the building. Dropping to the floor, he said to Thundercracker, "I've never been in here before. You don't happen to have a map of the place?"
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Tagan Heights

Predacon shook his head.

"You know why I hang around with you two?" he said to Scorponok and Tarantulas. "You make me look like a healthy, normal person instead of the lunatic that I am."
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Southeast Border, Iacon

Hammer watched as an assortment of missiles were turned back by a powerful magnetic field, many of them landing on the encroaching Decepticon ground troops. The Vehicon commander winced as dozens of his comrades were blown to pieces.

"Artillery, cease fire of all metallic shells and missiles," he told them. "Energy weapon units, refocus fire on section six of the wall," he said, pointing them in Windcharger's general direction.

Blackjack
2013-09-30, 12:50 PM
South East Border, Iacon

“Jazz!” Prowl yelled when the other Autobots’ words were cut off. Snapping a new ammunition cartridge into his acid-pellet gun, Prowl charged out from the Autotrooper ranks and made a beeline towards the other Autobot’s position. Springer’s voice came as a relief to him – the triple-changer was far more equipped to get to Jazz faster.

“Get him out of there, Springer! I will cover you!” So instead of continuing his run, Prowl engaged the enemy. Prowl took aim, squeezed off a shot, and took aim, and squeezed off another shot. “Field medics!” Prowl yelled as he moved next to Terabolt to cover the retreating Springer and Jazz, opening fire at the Vehicons that replaced the undead Springer had hacked. “Field medics! See to Jazz!”

Prowl nodded with approval as the incoming Decepticon hordes were suddenly met with their own missiles, thanks to Windcharger’s magnetic fields. “Spectacular, Windcharger. Get out of there, get mobile, they’re going to gun for you. Air forces, get out and engage them.”

He switched commlinks to Tracks without missing a beat, shooting an undead in the head. “I was about to ask you to help Springer – but with Windcharger’s help I suppose the air is mostly clear… but there is apparently the Seekers attacking the base are en route to the Senate building. You can get there quickly, and you’re… not exactly essential here. Report to Magnus. Tell him I sent you.”
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The Insecticons Hammer had sent buzzed towards the walls, and began landing near the support struts, and began to start chewing. They managed to do this for all of three seconds before a surge of electricity ran through the struts, frying several Insecticons and blowing them apart outright, and scaring off the rest. Prowl allowed himself a self-satisfied nod.

A skull-faced Insecticon, far different than the hordes of green-and-yellow and purple-and-black ones milling around, broke apart from the pack and transformed, landing between the Autotrooper lines and the group of Springer, Jazz, Terabolt and Prowl. Prowl recognized the large, hulking Insecticon as the Destron terrorist leader Igern.

“Well, look what we have here. Three of the Autobots’ high command element.” Igern said, chuckling as he cracked his knuckles. “The boss told me to kill you guys off. And in the name of the great Emperor Violen Jiger you shall meet with destruction!”

Prowl gestured at Springer. “You think you can take this joker down?”
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Tagan Heights

“Acknowledged.” Obsidian replied to Tarantulas, noting the pause in the more… unstable Decepticon. It was rather unacceptable, but like all good puppets even the scientists had some things which Obsidian could manipulate. Such as their desire to enter the city to satiate their bloodlust or scientific curiousity. Barbaric, but useful.

“Good call, Hammer.” He told the Vehicon commander. “If you could, I would prefer the artillery aim for the line of troopers standing directly in front of the gates. I believe it is high time the proud and mighty gates of Iacon are cracked open.”
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Scorponok chuckled at Predacon. "Seriously? We make you look like a healthy person? Just who have you been asking? Show him to me and we'll have Tarantulas operate on his brain. Clearly it's a symptom of some strange logic circuitry and my curiousity for one is aroused."
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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

“If you say so.” Sentinel Prime replied to Kup’s words about Grimlock with a shrug. If Kup approves of someone, they’re usually useful… but Kup cut off the rest of his words when he suddenly shouted. Sentinel frowned and grimaced, allowing Kup to rant. How dare this… old outdated model challenge the supreme authority of a Prime?

How dare he? Does he not know that he had been bequeathed the Matrix because of his skills in this trying time? Wisdom of the Matrix…

Prime shook his head as he slowly considered Kup’s words and how to best retort. He didn’t really believe about the wisdom of the Matrix, not so much since apparently that wisdom made Zeta put Orion of all people in charge, and Sentinel… did he feel any wiser after obtaining the Matrix? Not exactly. Perhaps a little. Reflexively, Sentinel Prime touched his chest. There were whispers coming from his chest, but from the looks of it he was the only one able to hear them.

Ah. So the wisdom of the Matrix isn’t a protoform’s tale after all.

Whispers. The Matrix had not opened fully, but it has started to acknowledge his greatness. Of course. He is Prime.

Sentinel closed his optics and listened.

He listened for a while.

“Very well, Kup.” He said after what seemed like an eternity to him, but was probably a few seconds to those observing him. “I… apologize for my brashness.” He closed his optics, then opened it again, his blue eyes blazing a little brighter than before. “Go. I shall stay here. Your interests are clearly for my protection, and I shall – grudgingly – accept it.” Sentinel’s weapons deactivated and he clipped them back onto his hips, and he took the seat.

“Yes, Ironhide, it’ll take more than the two of us. On the field, the two of us are just soldiers, but here, I’m a leader. I… need to be here. Kup has a point. He and the Elite Guard has more chances at winning this than we do.” Sentinel paused. “With great regret, we need to stay here until such is the time that our presence is required in the field.”

Sentinel turned to address Wheeljack. “None of us has much of a choice in anything, inventor. As for the Supreme-class Sentinels, we… are acquainted with one. He’s hovering in orbit above the city, damaged. I have arranged for one of the shuttles in Arsenal to be prepared. You and Highbrow will go to this Sentinel and repair him.”

He turned to face Magnus. “Of course they will. You are leading them.” He raised an optic brow at Magnus’ new moniker. Ultra Magnus? So presumptuous. Sentinel never took Magnus as the vain type, but either way.

He replied to Quickswitch. “Eliminate him, Quickswitch. With extreme prejudice. Do not hesitate. He will kill you if he gets the chance, and if he does, countless civilians will die. Hold nothing back. Trust in yourself – in the engineers that rebuilt you if not in your own capabilities.”

Sentinel remained impassive, at least from the exterior, as reports of fires and bombers began to filter in. "They are burning our city." Sentinel said. "It's a good thing I'm not much of a waiter. Rapido... I have to pull a trick out of your book and Prowl's, and say that I've already made a pre-emptive strike."
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Orbit over Protihex

Prowl had not wanted the nuclear bombs to be stationed on bunkers on the ground. He kept them in a mobile satellite that flies on a random pattern over Cybertron. In retrospect, it was a good idea, since keeping a nuclear bomb in the capital city is tantamount to suicide, and all other territories had been taken over by the Decepticons.

And only the Prime's authorization, or the Prime's acting head of military, had the authority to launch them.

And five minutes ago, Sentinel Prime had launched five Cobalt-based nuclear warheads straight into the heart of Kaon. If anyone paid attention, they would see that the ground zero for two of them is the Decepticon fortress Kolkular... but three of the warheads would be the former Temple of Primus, which had been churning out Vehicons until ten minutes ago.
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Mess Hall, Elite Guard Military Barracks

(OOC: Man, we’re going to mix up all these dudes’ names, aren’t we)

“Shh, shh!” Silver Raider yelled above the din of the voices in the mess hall of the Elite Guard barracks. Most of the members had been gathered there, and were shouting for their leaders – bound by duty to only move once ordered – for blood once reports of Talonflame’s demise reached them. “Shut up! Honestly! You guys getting this?”

This is your commander, Magnus.

Silver Raider made a loud, powerful whoop as, yes, the voice he recognized, confirmed his identity. Thunderwrath let out a similar, loud roar, and Wing Archer yelled out loud. “Commander Magnus is alive!” Pause. “Ultra Magnus is alive!”

Silver Raider quieted down the jubilant cheers coming as the three team leaders listened to Ultra Magnus’ orders, and professionalism returned. “YES SIR!” All the Guardsmen members replied swiftly.

Thunderwrath and Wing Archer bolted out of the room as quickly as they can and transformed into their respective jet modes, and shot into the air. Silver Raider gestured. “Flameblaze, Shortstop, C company, D company, move! We’re reporting to Kup and the Northern battlements! E company, standby backup positions! Move it, people!”
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Northern Iacon

A missile would rocket up towards Lugnut.

Down below, wreathed by flames, Grimlock cocked his Galaxial™ Rocket Launcher, the auto-reloading mechanism placing a fresh rocket into the barrel of the weapon. He narrowed his optic band. Prowl was right. The Decepticons would attack the Northern half of the city as well. But when was he ever wrong?

Grimlock hated that about Prowl.

But he hated these Decepticons more. Cowards. Attacking the weak. Already they did not deserve to live for being so weak, but that did not mean the Decepticons are welcome to come and blow them all to kingdom come.

“COME DOWN HERE!” Grimlock roared, his voice booming. Grimlock punctuated his sentence by launching another rocket, this time blowing up a different Decepticon bomber, causing him to explode. “You dog of Megatron, me, Grimlock, teach you today how to fight right!”
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Northern Borders

Sixshot leapt into the air and transformed into starcruiser mode, the blast of heat from his exhaust frying the remaining troops on the section of wall he is on. The hexchanger transformed and landed next to them. “Iacon is burning. Megatron’s troops are dropping in and causing destruction. I’m not much for complex strategems, so I suggest we join them.”

Sixshot cocked his concussion cannons. “You all have free rein. Cause as much mayhem as you can. Buckshot – that includes you, but do not ignore any of our team if they are wounded. Open the gates! Tear apart anything that has an Autobot insignia! Burn this city to the ground.”

Sixshot transformed into his armoured car mode and rumbled off into the city, concussion cannons opening fire at the two closest buildings. Civilians ran. Autotroopers attempted to engage Sixshot, and he obliged by transforming into his beast mode and sinking his claws through them. His claws tore through armor and cogs and gears and wires so very easily. Sixshot let loose a howl as he transformed into robot mode, his claws still extended from his wrists, the dead Autotrooper corpses hanging from them as the troops stationed here came out and began opening fire.

“Come out now!” Sixshot roared as he flung the dead Autotrooper corpses from his claws at the incoming troops. “Bring him out! Where is he?”
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Approaching the Senate

Skywarp swooped in and transformed, landing next to Starscream and Thundercracker with a happy grin.

Springer85
2013-10-01, 10:44 PM
South East Border, Iacon

Jazz stumbled towards the others as Springer carried him to safety. "I'll manage," Jazz replied to Terabolt. "But thanks for your concern," he added as he looked at the Knight with a smile. He never expected sympathy from a Temple Knight. Especially since Jazz has never been a huge fan of them nor is he a religious person.

While he was attended to by the field medics, Jazz looked up at Prowl. If he didn't know any better, it was almost as if Prowl was worried about Jazz's safety. That certainly was new. Strange times indeed, he thought to himself. "These undead guys are pretty unstoppable," he noted. Doesn't matter how much you shoot them, they just keep on coming."

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Springer smiled as Prowl requested him to take care of Igern and then cracked his neck as he slammed his right fist in the palm of his left hand. "And here I thought I was going to get a challenge," Springer said to Prowl," as he pulled out his wind funnel cannon.

"You've got about 5 kliks to get your ugly face out of here or you're going to regret ever stepping food on Iacon soil," he said sternly while pointing the big gun at the Destron's head.

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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

"Good," Kup replied as he gave Sentinel a nod. "I'll keep you updated as much as I can," he added as he walked out of the War Room and transformed.

While in vehicle mode, he quickly made his way to the Arsenal facility to pick up supplies, because he had a feeling that he was going to need them. "Silver Raider, this is Kup," he called out over the com to the Elite Guardian. "I hope you're and your mechs packing enough heat, because this fight isn't going to be over any time soon. I'm stopping my Arsenal myself. I'd suggest you, Flameblaze and Shortstop do the same and meet me there."

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Mess Hall, Elite Guard Military Barracks

"Sir! Yes, sir!" Shortstop said as he immediately shot out of his chair. "Come one, Flameblaze! Let's go!" he shouted as he headed towards Arsenal.

Flameblaze shook her head. "We'll only run quicker to our deaths if we hurry," she said as she followed Shortstop.

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Arsenal

"Almost sounds like wisdom," Wheeljack replied when Sentinel said that none of them had much of a choice in anything. "We will get on board of the shuttle as soon as we can. We will do our best to help the Omega Sentinel as much as we can."

In the mean time, Magnus had been trying to transform. "Transforming is much harder than I remember," he said to the inventors.

Wheeljack turned around. "That's probably because you're over thinking it too much right now," he replied to the Elite Guard commander. "You used to be able to transform without hesitation, but now you're thinking about everything that could go wrong. Don't be. When it comes to the transformation process, I don't make mistakes," he said, trying to reassure Magnus.

Magnus nodded and took a moment to clear his mind and then started to transform. It went slowly, but he transformed nonetheless.

"There you go," Wheeljack said. "Over time you'll be able to transform just like you were able to before."

"Thank you, Wheeljack. For everything. You too Highbrow. I don't know what would have become of me if you two weren't around," Magnus said while in vehicle form.

"Don't mention it," Wheeljack replied. "Thanks to you, we are safe here in Iacon. Wouldn't have been so if not for your sacrifice."

"Nevertheless, you have my gratitude," he replied. Ultra Magnus started his engines and rolled out of Arsenal and headed towards the Senate building. "Thunderwrath, Wing Archer. I'm en route towards the Senate building. Locate my signal and form up on me. Time to make these Seekers pay for the deaths of Talonflame and his unit."

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Approaching the Senate

Thundercracker transformed and walked next to Skywarp and Starscream. "Only weaklings get scared of heads on pikes," Thundercracker replied to Starscream. "It amazes me why Iacon is considered to be the most powerful state on the planet. Good thing that's not the case for too long."

Thundercracker entered the building and looked around. "Who needs a map anyway?" he shrugged. "If you're looking for a senator, you'll probably find one hiding under a desk or behind another mech. They're usually cowards like that."

Many mechs were trying to flee the scene and Thundercracker fired at them. Mostly the shots were meant to scare them. Killing citizens wasn't really something he would enjoy."Didn't a former Senator spike the heads of the Praxus senator too? Megatron must've been a fan of his work if he's asking us to do it too."

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Tagan Heights

"Nobody would think you're normal, Predacon," Tarantulas said to his fellow scientist. "Stop fooling yourself. Though if there's a mech that does, as Scorponok suggested, I certainly would like to examine his brain," he said and giggled afterwards while rubbing his hands.

Blackjack
2013-10-02, 12:53 PM
South East Border, Iacon

Prowl glanced at Jazz, nodding as the field medics began to work. He noted grimly that not all the field medics made it to Jazz -- at least one had been cut down and laid in two clean pieces between them and Iacon.

"I find that unlikely. My colleague Grimlock is not here, but he subscribes to the logic that the greater the size of an explosion is inversely proportional to the amount of enemies it can't take out." Prowl replied to Jazz. "He is an idiot, but sometimes his logic works. Observe."

Prowl's left shoulder missile ignited, and it rocketed into the nearest group of undead Decepticons. The missile ignited and blew apart five of the Decepticons closest to the site of impact (which, of course, had been determined to be the most effective in their situation by Prowl), and knocked several of the shambling abominations backwards.

Prowl took advantage of this, drilling acid holes in the centers of mass of as many undead and Vehicons as he could in the confusion, until he was forced to reload. He did not look back -- Springer can take care of the Destron. He trusted the triple-changer enough.
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Igern let out a wild howl which sounded like some kind of arcane chant from a forgotten Cybertronian dialect as he lunged at Springer with one massive claw.
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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

Sentinel Prime watched Kup walk out of the War Room. He was not happy. He was not happy with the situation. He was not happy with Kup. We was not happy with everything.

"You will, of course." Sentinel replied to Wheeljack with a slightly wistful tone, as if his attention wasn't fully on the Autobot inventor at the moment.
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Iacon Main Streets

The Elite Guardsmen, arranged in neat ranks, marched out of their base and started heading off to the various locations which the Decepticons have made land.

Silver Raider nodded at Kup's orders, and watched Flamelaze and Shortstop moved out. Silver Raider shook his head at the two younger Autobots, before transforming into his alternate mode -- a sleek hovercar -- and shooting off towards Arsenal. "Acknowledged, commander."
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Thunderwrath and Wing Archer would reply to Ultra Magnus with quick "Yes sirs!" before banking towards the Senate building.
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Approaching the Senate

Skywarp chuckled. "Cause of all the guns, Thunders. They've got lots and lots of guns. Can you hear all the explosions going on from that a way?"

The Seeker shrugged and jerked his thumb at what looked at an information booth. "You guys want a map? That over there-" VVOP "-looks like it has some... hey! Some dude hiding under a desk! He must be a Senator!"

Starscream and Thundercracker would be able to see Skywarp raise his foot and stomp down hard, causing a sickening crunch and silencing a desperate plea for mercy. Skywarp whistled as he grabbed a pamphlet before teleporting back next to his comrades, his right foot stained with mech fluids. Skywarp held the pamphlet -- 'A Tourist's Guide to the Iacon Senate Building' written boldly in an obnoxious font -- expectantly with two hands, looking from Starscream to Thundercracker with a manic smile on his face.
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Tagan Heights

Scorponok nodded mock-vigorously in agreement at Tarantulas's words. "You roller-blade and use a whip that turns into a sword in battle."

Chip1123
2013-10-02, 02:40 PM
Topspin fired on the undead bots as Springer made his charge in for Jazz. "Hurry up!" He yelled to the triple-changer. "These things don't like to stay down!" He yelled, firing more rounds into them.

Then Igern landed between him and the group. "Prowl, you want me to light him up, or do you have it in hand?"

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Bridge, Nemesis

Clench had been busy analyzing the battle, pleased with the efforts so far. "Good. You have permission to proceed to Phase 2, Lugnut."

Looking away for a moment, he rubbed his optics. Since the fight at Megatron's mansion, he had been having a slight pain behind them. He would need to have one of the medics take a look. Speaking of medics.... As he thought about that, he brought up the medbays cameras and cursed. Knockout had been busy.

"Security!" He barked. "Send a squad of Vehicons to the medbay subdue Knockout. He's somehow disabled his ankle braclet and his guards. Don't kill him if you can help it."

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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defence Base

Rapido switched his comlink back over to Prowl's channel. "We've got some anti-air squads coming your way, and We've got a plan to put up a forcefield on the southern wall shortly. Can you hold out until then?"

Rapido looked over towards Kup. "Be careful out there. We don't need to lose you too." He said, a little bit of comraderie bleeding into his voice.

Grateful for Kup's speach about protecting the Prime, and the Matrix, Rapido turned back to Sentinel. "As much as I love being in the field, I think that at least one of us needs to be here to coordinate efforts in the field. It would be disastorous if both of us were to be taken out of the equation. Our troops would have no leadership to coordinate the battle."

"Magnus," Rapido began, but then corrected himself. "Ultra Magnus. These Seekers - at least one of them is an outliers. He can teleport. They must be pretty good warriors to take on the Elite Guard and win. I wouldn't underestimate them."

When Sentinel said the last bit, Rapido's spark cringed. "Pre-emptive strike? What did you do?" He asked, the dread in his voice evident.

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Arsenal

"I am not familiar with an Omega Sentinel's systems. However, I do have supreme confidence in Wheeljack's and my own ability to get it in working order." Highbrow said to Sentinel Prime over the channel. "Would there be any schematics that we can be given access to? It would greatly speed our efforts."

Blackjack
2013-10-02, 03:25 PM
South-East Borders, Iacon

"Springer's got this." Prowl replied to Topspin, and made a gesture at the chasm formed by the grenades, which is now swarming with Obsidian's Vehicons. "Focus on the troops in the gorge!" His optics twitched. "Belay that. The faster Vehicons are moving in around it for a pincer attack! You and the mortar teams target them!"

"A forcefield?" Prowl replied to Rapido in surprise. "Where did you get- ah. Wheeljack. I see. Good show, Rapido. Great news. We need that anti-air squadron, and the forcefield will be most welcome."
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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defence Base

Sentinel nodded at Highbrow over the transmission, optics still glazed over and still rather distant.. "A schematic for the general Supreme-class Sentinel model, yes. Omega Supreme himself? No. He might have... modified himself or evolved or changed or what-have-you over the years, but the important systems should stay the same. But I suppose you have more knowledge than I do on these sort of things." Sentinel gestured at an officer who sent Highbrow and Wheeljack said schematics.

Sentinel Prime turned to acknowledge Rapido and nodded. "True. Although then both of us are in the same position, mmm? That is not exactly ideal." Sentinel's mouth twitched, and the cocky smirk he usually wore returned and replaced the wistful look, and his eyes refocused. "A pre-emptive strike being just exactly that, Rapido. I told Orion he had time to try and talk down the Temple Knights, but if the Vector computers are going to churn out all these... Vehicons and Insecticons and zombies and six-changers and all these crazy scrap we're hearing from the battlefield, well, we ought to put a stop to that."

Sentinel pointed at Kaon on the holomap of Cybertron. "So five minutes ago I launched five of our nuclear bombs at Kaon. It'll be a bonus if it takes out Megatron's base, but it will take out the Vector computer at least. We'll cut off their advantage!"

Chip1123
2013-10-02, 03:41 PM
"I just meant that one of us should remain to coordinate. If you are staying in the War Room, I can, of course, lead in the field." Rapido said, leaving out the part about it being hard to coordinate 4 different battlefronts while returning fire from assault troops. Before he could bring up the objection, however, Sentinel dropped the bomb, literally, about the nukes.

"But what about the innoncents?" Rapido yelled out, unable to stop himself. "We have to let them know to clear out!"

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South-East Borders, Iacon

Topspin transformed into his tank mode and fired at the Vehicons Prowl pointed out. Between shells, he called out to the mortar teem to switch targets, and fired again.

Blackjack
2013-10-02, 04:15 PM
War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

"I'm not much of a coordinator, I'll admit that much." Sentinel Prime replied to Rapido. He paused. "But if you see yourself being more effective in the field, I can deign to let you coordinate while battling. We need our leaders among the people to inspire them, of course."

He shook his head. "We do not have troops in Kaon. Not anymore. Even before the communications blackout, it's made clear -- the Decepticons have turned Kaon into a military state. If we leave the Vector computer be... how many Vehicons will be around by tomorrow? That would make all the soldiers we lose here -- all the effort we did here -- for nothing if we beat back the army here and they have a fresh one tomorrow."
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South-East Borders, Iacon

Obsidian made a quick 'tsk' sound as the mortar teams took out some of the Vehicons moving in for the pincer formation. Too slow, Obsidian supposed. "Cycle Vehicons moving in for the pincer formation: spread out. Whenever possible, zoom into the chasm and out again. Make yourself less of a moving target. Helicopters, buzz the mortars."

Aero Blade
2013-10-02, 06:04 PM
South-East Borders, Iacon

Whatever of the undead and vehicons that Prowl, Topspin, and the others weren't able to take out at distance, Terabolt was busily cutting to pieces with her sword as they tried to come in closer to the group, insuring they didn't leave their breathing space

"Blasters aren't the solution for everything here, old ways work better on these monstrosities. Smaller the pieces the better. And I'm glad you keep a weapon variety," she spoke off-hand to Prowl about the mortars.


Bridge, Nemesis

"Understood," Security would respond to Clench on the com, immediately dispatching.


Medbay, Nemesis

It didn't take long for security to reach the medbay, but whatever they had been expecting wasn't waiting for them. The door wasn't barricaded or disabled, nor was the prisoner holed up in the corner with a weapon, or even bothering to try to escape.

What Knock Out had done, though, was get out of his bands, affixing them instead to his hapless guard that was only just starting to come to. Now with access to the tool functionality in his arms, Knock Out had repaired the damaged computer (just for kicks) and begun exploring and reorganizing the medbay. Even as the new set of guards appeared, he barely looked up, finishing re-soddering a piece of equipment that he'd moved to be in a better spot.

"Ah, greetings. Medbay's not quite ready yet, but it will be shortly for any incoming wounded from the battle," Knock Out greeted cheerfully. He didn't once stop his work, just moving on to the next task. "By the way, you may wish to inform the captain that we are short on CZ-725 and Corostop. Not immediately critical, I know, but if infections start popping up you will wish that we did have more handy."

While Knock Out had been talking, Security had secured the medbay's entrance, posting a couple outside, and the rest checking out the are to make sure Knock Out hadn't tampered with anything, but otherwise they weren't quite sure what to do with him. He didn't look like he needed to be subdued, and for all immediate apperances, was doing his job. Still, they wouldn't have been called for no apparent reason, so the one in charge opened his com. "Captain Clench, sir?"

Heinrad
2013-10-03, 01:42 AM
Warehouses:


"Well, in the tighter confines of a city....... I should stand a better chance. I'm on my way, Prowl."

Nightbeat looked up from the control panel. "Be careful up there."

"You know it." Tracks transformed to vehicle mode and hovered away, gaining speed before deploying wings and lifting into the air.

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Vector Sigma:


"As will we all, Keeper. As will we all.". Orion turned to Yoketron. "Now, unless you wish to continue your argument, I believe we could be of more use elsewhere."

Warcry
2013-10-03, 05:18 AM
Iacon Airspace

The missile narrowly missed Lugnut, which surprised the big Decepticon -- he was kind of a hard target to miss, after all. But then he saw who was shooting at him and it all made sense.

"You missed me, Grimlock. In more ways than one, obviously!"

The bomber beside him blew up, but Lugnut didn't care -- it was just some Destron hooligan who didn't believe in Megatron, anyway.

"I'm pretty sure you're the one who's going to get taught," he told the Autobot, "but okay. We can finish what we started back in Kaon."

Transforming to robot mode, Lugnut dropped fists-first down at Grimlock...with his built-in gravity well generators pumping to increase his mass so that he'd crush the Autobot and leave a deep crater where he'd been standing.
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Iacon Streets

"Gee boss, you sure do know how to keep us happy," Drivetrain told Sixshot. "We'll be nearby. Call us if you need anything!"

The pack of Vehicons melted into the crowd then, moving as a unit but still disappearing into the mass of fighters on both sides.
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The Senate

Starscream glanced over at Skywarp, nodded, then replied to Thundercracker.

"Megatron didn't actually ask for heads on pikes, but I'm sure we'd get extra points for it." He shook his head. "But I've got more style than that moron Scorponok, and better things to do with my time than carry heads around. So how about we just shoot to kill?"

He looked around, then shrugged and consulted Skywarp's map. "Well, this is a big building. We'll need to split up. Thundercracker, head down to the lower levels. If anyone is trying to dig their way out of the entrance, stop them. With bullets, preferably. Skywarp, head up to the top. If I'm reading this right, that's where the main security hub is. Destroy it. I'll stay on this level. The main meeting hall isn't far from here. If we're lucky and the senate is in session, I'll be able to make an example of them on a live, planet-wide broadcast!"
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Tagan Heights

Predacon shook his head. "See, that's exactly what I'm talking about," he told Scorponok. "A normal person would just laugh at a joke, not use it as an excuse to kill someone. We're supposed to save that for the Autobots, remember?"

He shrugged.

"Anyway, they've breached the walls to the north. I think that's our cue to storm the gates and start wreaking havoc inside the city limits!"
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Southeast Border, Iacon

Hammer forwarded Obsidian's orders on to the troops.

"Artillery units three and four, refocus fire on grid one-one-five. Units five and six, focus fire on grid one-two-six. Start taking out the gatekeepers.
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Decepticon warship Eviscerator

Sentinel Prime's intentions were, of course, known to the Decepticons via Soundwave, who had intercepted the missile launch commands. But the communications officer was indisposed, leaving the disposal of the threat to the Eviscerator and her crew.

Killmaster stood at the front of the ship's bridge, his wand held in both hands behind his back like a baton. The hulking, purple and gold Decepticon glared across the room at his communications officer and said, "Do Soundwave's codes work?"

"Yes, sir, they do. But--"

"I don't like to hear 'but'."

"I'm sorry, sir. The codes won't let us auto-detonate the missiles in the air."

"Then what do they let us do?"

"We can designate new targets for them," the communications officer said. "But they don't have enough fuel to reach orbit, so we can only aim them at something on the ground." He looked up at Killmaster and said, "Sir, everything within range is a populated area."

"Good," Killmaster said emphatically. "They want to blow up our city? We'll blow up theirs. Find the five nearest Autobot-controlled Vector nodes and aim the missiles there."

"I can't, sir. That would be sacrilege."

"I see." Killmaster seemed to mull over that for a moment before he whipped out his wand and aimed it at the subordinate. One muttered incantation later and a bolt of lightning cracked across the room, striking the disobedient minion and dropping him to the ground. Then Killmaster turned to the backup communications officer and said, "You have your orders."

"Aye sir," the new soldier said, this one with no hint of hesitation.

Less than a minute later the missiles changed course, one each heading for Tetrahex, Nova Cronum, Valvolux, Optihex and Protihex itself -- more specifically, for the locations of Vector Epsilon, Vector Omicron, Vector Tau, Vector Kappa and Vector Mu.

Blackjack
2013-10-03, 01:59 PM
South-East Borders, Iacon

"I did not use a blaster. I used a missile." Prowl told Terabolt. "The sword is not a terrible choice of a weapon, but limiting yourself to the antiquated while your enemy has every single advance in technology at their disposal is not foolish, it's downright suicidal."

Prowl swung the long end of his tonfa at a car Vehicon's face, disorienting him, before driving the blunt end and caving in the Decepticon's skull. "I highly suspect these undead have some sort of... nanobots or pathogen of some kind animating them, hence I do not advice to come into too much contact with them."

Prowl replied to Tracks. "I know, Tracks. Do not die -- we need every able flier that we can." A small Decepticon Minicon bit Prowl's leg. He bit back a curse, drew his leg back and punted the Minicon as far as he could back into the crater.

Prowl looked up, and saw a fresh wave of Vehicons moving towards the city. "Rapido, about that forcefield..."
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Tagan Heights

Scorponok shrugged, "If our positions are reversed, Predacon, you would be saying more or less the same thing as I will."

He shrugged. "Let's. These Vehicons are drawing fire from the walls, and I'm more or less fixed." Scorponok transformed into his construction vehicle mode. One of his anti-aircraft cannons had been sheared off, but his electro-stinger tail was still functional, and he began to rumble back towards the direction of Iacon. "Hey, General. Science Team. We're heading in."
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Southeast Border, Iacon

Wonderful. The uncontrollable rogue elements are going to mess this up.

Obsidian held back the snort he almost reflexively did when Scorponok's message reached him. "Acknowledged. The troops are having trouble with the mortar tanks. If you would be so kind, could you please do something about them?"

He opened the commlink to Tarantulas. "Despite the Autobots' best efforts, some of the cycle and car Vehicons are getting through. Open the gates."

"Hammer, Zero, I am about to open the Southern gates. Send every single soldier that can move fast through it, and have the Insecticons set upon the meager lines of Autotroopers standing between them and our forces." Obsidian looked at Igern engaging the enemy, and this time actually snorted in disgust. Of course. The brute will want his jollies. Well, he is disposable...
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Northern Iacon

"Less talk, more punch!" Grimlock roared up at Lugnut. "Me not interested in what you have to say!"

Grimlock's optics narrowed as he let go of the Galaxial rocket launcher, and pulled out his own energo blade with two hands, which flared to life as red-hot energon glowed around it. The Autobot (Grimlock felt a rush of... pride? Was it pride? At referring to himself as such once more) bent his knees, holding the blade in a firm two-handed grip, before launching himself up to meet Lugnut's descent, aiming to meet Lugnut's punch with his blade.

Best case scenario? The blade will cut through Lugnut's hand and disable whatever is generating that energy.

Worse case scenario? At least Grimlock wouldn't be meeting the big, powerful gravity-enhanced punch with his own hand, which, despite his own durability, he highly doubted would remain intact, much less functional.

Only one way to find out. Grimlock roared as he did so, a primal and bestial noise.

Yes. This was his element. This was battle.

Only no more guilt this time.

He was at the right side.
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Iacon Streets

"Acknowledged." Sixshot told Drivetrain. "Likewise -- call me if you need me."

Sixshot swung around to regard a pair of Elite Guardsmen who approached him, and pulled out his concussion cannons. "Where is he?" Sixshot said, his deep, reverberating voice threatening and bereft of the amused camaraderie he addressed his brother Vehicons with. "Bring him out!"

Two blasts, and the two Elite Guardsmen -- their lower bodies, at any rate, for Sixshot's cannons had vaporated everything from the waist up -- clattered down towards the street.
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The Senate

Skywarp smiled in self-satisfaction as Starscream consulted his map. The Seeker nodded happily -- that was an order he understood and can get behind easily. Nowhere as convoluted as the plans Obsidian explained to him five times.

"Can do, boss!" Skywarp told the commanding Seeker, and disappeared with a loud VVOP, a puff of smoke and a quick crackle of purple light.
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(OOC: Thanks, War. :))

Springer85
2013-10-04, 07:27 PM
South East Border, Iacon

"Don't worry," Springer said to Topspin. "I've got this!"

Springer shook his head and then deflected Igern's massive claw coming at him by swiping it away with his wind funnel cannon. "A direct assault? You're not that bright are you?" he said taunting as he thrusts his sword that he held in his other hand forward intending to impale Igern on it.

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En route to Senate building

Ultra Magnus went as fast as he could towards the senate building. He could only guess what amount of damage the Decepticon Seekers could have done in the time before they'd arrive. He could see Thunderwrath and Wing Archer in the distance approaching his coordinates. "I'm almost there," he said to his men. "Do not engage the enemy before I arrive. Let's see if we can create ourselves an element of surprise so that we can take these criminals down quickly."

Probably easier said than done. With his new armor, Magnus still had to get used to moving around, but there's no better training than in the field. At least, that's what Kup always says.

"A teleporter, you say?" Magnus replied to Rapido over the com. "That's certainly interesting. An edge like that explains how they've managed to beat the Elite Guard. "Anything else before we go in? Any I.D.'s?"

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The Senate

Thundercracker shook his head as he witnessed Skywarp stomping a helpless mech to his death. While his death was inevitable, Thundercracker felt that there were more honorable ways to kill an Iaconian than by stomping on him. Then again, it's Skywarp so one could've expected such a thing from him.

"The lower levels it is," Thundercracker said to Starscream as he looked around and made his way towards the lower levels. Probably a lot of scared civilians he thought to himself and then shrugged. Can't always have a challenging battle I suppose.

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Arsenal

Wheeljack stood up and Walked towards the exit. "Come on Highbrow," he said to his lab partner. "There's a shuttle in this facility that'll take us to the Omega Sentinel. Make sure to take the schematics with you. They might help," he continued as he headed towards the shuttle.

Wheeljack was excited. An Omega Sentinel. He could only imagine the things that he could learn from it. Ancient Cybertronian technology long forgotten. It might even give the Autobots the edge they need to push back the Decepticon invaders. Wheeljack instantly realized the weight that had been put on his and Highbrow's shoulders and was determined not to let the Autobots down. Not after they did everything in their power to rescue him.

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Tagan Heights

"As if we would need an excuse to kill a mech," Tarantulas giggled as he rubbed his hands when he replied to Predacon. His mood suddenly changed however as he looked up a shook his fist. "Do not dare to order me," he spat towards Obsidian.

"I'm not your lackey," he mumbled as he gave his Spyders the order to open the gates to the city.

Tarantulas could see through the eyes of the Spyders that they took out the guards of the control room and had finished hacking the controls. Destroying them would probably be a better job, but they got the job done.

"There," he said to Obsidian. "They're opening. Now stop bothering me with such trivial tasks."

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Arsenal

Kup reached the Arsenal facility and entered. He saw Wheeljack walking in the distance, but had no time to talk. He took a left turn to the armory part of the facility. The part where they keep the weapons. As Kup walked in, he took a look around.

He had no idea who or what he would be going up against, so he would take with him what he could carry. He pulled a scatter blaster off the wall and stored it over his right shoulder on his back. "For mechs that get too close," he said to himself.

Then grabbed some frag grenades and stored them on his waist. "To draw the cowards that are hiding out," he continued.

He then looked around and thought to himself that he would need a weapon that could deal out some serious damage for if he would be so unlucky to have to fight the six changer and then noticed an X12 Scrapmaker hanging on the wall in the back. He walked towards it, pulled it off and blew the dust off. "Ah the X12 Scrapmaker. They went out of style so fat, but they're so dependable. Much better than their new version that chews out bullets faster than you can take aim." Kup lifted up the barrel and leaned it up against his left shoulder as he walked towards the exit to meet Flameblaze, Shortstop and Silver Raider. Two of them he could see arrive in the distance.

Blackjack
2013-10-05, 03:31 PM
South East Border, Iacon

Igern let out an ululating cry in surprise as Springer knocked his hand away with some sort of wind attack, losing his balance and stumbling backwards. The Autobot’s blade stabbed straight through his chest, slightly off-center.

Igern let out a loud roar, and instinctively attempted to slam both massive claws together to attack Springer, whose sword was still embedded in his chest.
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En Route

“Copy that, sir!” Thunderwrath replied to Ultra Magnus as he and his wingmate banked through Iacon’s skyscrapers, heading towards the Senate building.

“Man, those scum really made a mess of the ‘troopers send after them.” Wing Archer sighed.
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Arsenal

Silver Raider would shoot towards Kup, and transform as he skidded to a stop. “I have taken the liberty of dispatching squads to deal with the Decepticon landing parties, sir.” He told the older Autobot. “I’m keeping tabs of any appearances of high-ranking Decepticons, but so far the only one we’ve identified is fighting that big fellow Rapido and Jazz brought back from Kaon.”
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Tagan Heights

“You serve Lord Megatron and wear the Decepticon badge. That fact, and your previous assertion of agreement, would lead anyone to conclude the fact that you, as far as this battle is concerned, take orders from a senior officer. Please stop bothering me with such childish insubordination – that is behavior I would expect from conscripts, and is not becoming of a supposedly learned individual such as yourself.” Obsidian replied calmly to Tarantulas before terminating the commlink without listening to the scientist’s reply. He did not care what the chaotic fool thought of him – and he was sure the reverse was true as well.

One to get rid after this battle. Right now he had better concerns.

“The gates are open!” Obsidian proclaimed. “Decepticons! Storm Iacon!”
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South East Borders, Iacon

“What?” Prowl asked, optics wide in surprise as the gates opened. He did not anticipate this – he did not anticipate this happening so soon. Motorcycle and car Vehicons that survived Topspin’s assault rocketed past their little group, and Prowl opened fire at one, taking him out – but there were too many. The Autotroopers lining the front of the gates, briefly surprised at the gates opening, were quickly cut down by the rushing speedy Vehicons.

“Rapido! They’ve opened the gates! Set the forcefield two blocks back and activate it! I’m going to pull out that trick I was talking about.” Prowl’s tonfa retracted into his wrist compartment, and he pressed a button on the side of his datapad.

Contingencies upon contingencies. This was supposed to be one of his endgame. He did not expect the gates to open so soon… but in any case the blocks nearest to the northern and southern gates had been evacuated. Right now, there were only the soldiers on both sides.

Which meant it was safe to do this.

The Project M Facility was not the only military facility built in the complex network of catacombs below Iacon. Nightbeat, Windcharger and the others in the vicinity would see giant panels opening on the streets, unveiling ramps, and moving out of those ramps are massive assault tanks. Tanks which were unmistakably built from salvaged weaponry and armour of those of the Supreme-class Sentinels.

Tanks which were warming up and began to take aim at the encroaching Vehicons.

Prowl gave Jazz and Terabolt nods, before opening a commlink to the commanders. “Nightbeat, Windcharger, Topspin… the tanks are programmed with rudimentary intelligence and will follow your orders. Cordon the area. Eliminate the Decepticons with extreme prejudice.”

Aero Blade
2013-10-06, 10:30 PM
Iacon Airspace

"We wait for the next wave of Autobots. They're not gonna roll over and surrender that easily. Or at least I'd be sorry if they did!" Dirge answered to Ramjet.


South East Borders, Iacon

"Wasn't singling you out about blasters," Terabolt told Prowl. "I'd be a credit to the enemy holding one, my hands aren't meant for that..." Terabolt stopped talking for a moment to deal with another undead that had gotten in close, slicing it into multiple pieces. "Give me a set of swords, however..."

At this point Igern's roar filled the air, making Tera smile briefly. "And it sounds like Springer isn't doing too bad with his either."


Vector Sigma

"Mind your tongue, youngling. You have him to thank for being here, regardless of what has transpired between us," The Keeper warned Orion. He paused briefly, closing his optics as though feeling something else, perhaps sensing something, or communicating silently again with Vector Sigma. "Turn your focus instead to your own troops. Their weapons have been turned on my charges."

Yoketron did not like what he was hearing - the thought of Autobots attacking the Vector nodes, as the Keeper seemed to be implying, was a disturbing thought, but unfortunately not out of the realm of imagination. He had spent too much time around that idiot Sentinel to know this was something that might seem acceptable to him as a solution to the problem. It was almost infuriating to know that it came so soon after they had already handled the issue themselves. It could not go unanswered for.

"Orion, let's go," Yoketron said firmly, turning and heading for the elevator.

Warcry
2013-10-07, 05:26 AM
Iacon Airspace

"Or, hey, better idea," Ramjet told Dirge. "We dive down closer to street level and find them instead of waiting around. I ain't big on patience."
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Iacon Streets

Lugnut threw one of his fists out to the side, and the gravity-enhanced mass pulled him out of line with Grimlock's sword. He hit the ground an arm's reach away from the Autobot...and then the ground around them crumbled from the sheer force of impact. The street gave way, collapsing into what looked like an old, disused subway tunnel. Lugnut fell into it, presumably with Grimlock not far behind.

"Oh, you think you're so smart?" the Decepticon asked. "A pointy stick is the best you've got for a fight?"

Lugnut's chest machine guns opened up then, spraying bullets at Grimlock's feet.
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The Senate

After Skywarp and Thundercracker had left, Starscream headed forward toward the senate chambers. He didn't make it very far, though, before he found himself accosted by a guard with a six-barrelled neutron assault rifle pointed at Starscream's chest.

"Stop! Who goes there?"

"Why, don't you recognize me?" Starscream raised his hands nonthreateningly. "I'm Starscream, one of Zeta Prime's personal scientists. The Decepticons have held me captive for three weeks, but I've escaped. I must speak with the Senate immediately! I have important information about the enemy for their ears only!"

The guard cocked his head to one side for a moment, and Starscream could tell that he was talking to someone through a hidden comlink. Then he straightened and said, "Your ID is on file, Starscream, and your story checks out. You disappeared three weeks ago after you were illegally rerouted to land in Kaon instead of Iacon."

"Of course! It's like I said--"

The guard got closer, gesturing aggressively with his rifle and taking his aim off of the Decepticon for a moment. "That does not, however, explain the Decepticon badges on your wings."

"Well, see, it's like this." Starscream grinned. "You're an idiot."

Starscream took one step closer, balled one hand into a fist and punched the guard in the midsection. As the Autobot doubled over, Starscream deployed and fired his null ray. The Autobot's body froze and he dropped his weapon, giving Starscream the chance to straighten him back up and stab him in the face with his hidden blade.

"Nice gun though," Starscream said as he picked up the dropped weapon. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to kill a lawmaker with it for you."
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Tagan Heights

"Nope," Predacon told Scorponok. "I'm too flighty to hold a grudge."

He laughed. "Flighty, you know? Because I fly in alt-mode?"

When nobody else laughed, he waved his hand scornfully, transformed and flew off.

"Oh, whatever. I'm going to find something to kill." He called out to Tarantulas, "See, I don't need an excuse to kill something. Unlike you, who seems to be making all sorts of excuses to go after your two buddies."
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Southeast Border, Iacon

"Aye, sir," Hammer told Obsidian. "Motorcycle groups one through eight, charge the gates hard and shoot everything that moves. Car groups three through six, follow. Tank groups five and six, pull through the gates, then stop and hold position against the Autobot defenders."

The Vehicons did as they were told, storming through the gates like a force of nature and firing wildly at anything that moved.

Of course, the only things moving were a series of gigantic, heavily-armoured tanks. They, naturally, would attract massive waves of incoming Decepticon fire.
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Decepticon warship Eviscerator

Killmaster watched, impassively, as the five nuclear warheads exploded and took a large chunk of five cities with them. If the tens of thousands of dead phased him the Decepticon didn't show it. Instead, he spoke into his comlink with the Nemesis as if he committed murder on that scale every day.

"Shockwave, it is done. You can thank Soundwave for the intelligence. Hopefully you didn't have any troops stationed in those cities."

"It would have been pertinent to ask before obliterating them," Shockwave replied. "In point of fact, at least a hundred Decepticons were on station in those regions--"

"Acceptable losses, then," Killmaster said. "What next?"

"Remain in orbit," Shockwave told him. "I think we've had enough of your kind of 'help' for today."

Blackjack
2013-10-07, 03:38 PM
Vector Epsilon, Tetrahex

The Temple Knight known as Sai sat crosslegged in meditation in Tetrahex's modest Temple of Primus, which guarded the Epsilon node of the Vector computers. The world is burning with a war, yet without direct orders from the Council in Iacon, there is little Sai or the Templars with him can do. He had dispatched some of his apprentices to help the small garrison of soldiers secure Tetrahex from the small group of Vehicons that had tried to invade, but Tetrahex was not exactly the largest priority in a war, bordering no strategic resources or cities.

Thus they were one of the few northern city-states left relatively unmolested while the Decepticons marched through the planet towards Iacon.

Yet there was a sense of unease as Sai opened his optics to gaze serenely at Vector Epsilon, hovering in the otherwise nondescript chamber.

He felt a disturbance though. "Primus, what has become of our world?" Sai asked morosely as he got up, centuries-old joints creaking in protest. The elderly Temple Knight stood up, and walked out of the chamber and towards the exterior of the temple, and looked up.

A large missile, visible even from ground level, was rocketing towards them. It was moving too fast -- Sai was not knowledgeable enough in these sort of things, but he knew that the meager autoguns opening fire at the missile would not be enough to penetrate the nuclear casing.

Sai's spark was frozen with a cold visceral fear, a fear which he had not felt for a long time. The missile was, unmistakably, directed at him -- no, at the Temple and the Vector computer.

He raised his hands, and concentrated. Processor over matter.

He can't possibly move something so fast, nor can he deactivate it, but mayhaps he can deviate it's path elsewhere, or make it detonate early...

The missile buckled as Sai's mental energy poured into it, and it slowed down, a piece of its tail-wings were torn off by the sheer mental force.

Ah, but it isn't quite enough.

"Primus, forgive me." Sai said serenely as he lowered his outstretched his hands, and his optics closed. "Keeper, forgive me. Council of Elders, forgive me. Primus... into your hands we cast out fate."

With a peaceful smile and his hands crossed behind his back, Sai mercifully only felt a short searing pain as the nuclear bomb tumbled down on top of the Temple and detonated. Sai was vaporized along with Vector Epsilon and the Temple.

And Tetrahex.
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Iacon Streets

Grimlock snorted as Lugnut avoided his strike, twisting mid-air to attempt and alter his arc of flight. However, his relatively large mass meant it wasn't very successful. The point was moot, though, as Lugnut demolished the street. His opponent fell into the subway tunnels below, so Grimlock made no attempt to avoid the massive chasm.

"Not everyone born with malformed clubs as fists." Grimlock growled, wincing as several bullets dug into his feet. Grimlock swung his energo-blade with his right hand, the burning blade taking out the rest of the bullets coming at him.

The Autobot landed on his slightly-damaged feet, planting his sword into the ground. "But since you asked nicely..." Grimlock's other arm pulled out the Sub-Atomic Machinegun and aimed it at Lugnut, and opened fire. "Eat modern technology, 'Con scum!"
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Security Room, The Senate

It had taken Skywarp a relatively long time (for a teleporter) to reach the security hub. It took five minutes and an office filled with now-dead bureaucrats or something before he realized he was holding the map upside-down.

Afterwards it's just a matter of teleporting in and out of the room and spraying bullets towards the surprised security guards, who are even more stupid than the Autotroopers in the Autobot base.

Chucking the Autobots' spent machinegun to the side and replacing them with two assault rifles which he clipped awkwardly to his hips (Skywarp missed his original shoulder-mounted machineguns), he looked up at the panel of monitors... of which some were riddled with bullets. And one had half a guard sticking out of it.

Oh well. Starry said to destroy it, after all, not take it over. Skywarp liked Starscream. His orders were fun and easy to do.

Propping himself up on a chair, Skywarp begin to unload bullets into the remaining panel of computers.
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Tagan Heights

"Seriously? I've heard better jokes from Fasttrack, and he's a crap AI." Scorponok snorted at Predacon. "Besides, your alternate mode doesn't so much as fly as clatter precariously through the air."

Scorponok aimed his tail-stinger at Topspin and opened fire. "Come, come, Autobots! We're back for round two!"
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Southeast Border, Iacon

The Sentinel tanks (name chosen, obviously, by Sentinel Prime) took the brunt of the fire without problem, being retrofitted with panels of Supreme-class Sentinels.

Their simple minds told them to charge up their Nucleon Charge cannons and began opening fire at the incoming fragile Decepticons, which they did.

So did the autoturrets, now not needing to aim, began to rain down fire on the Decepticons.
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"Hammer, send in the rest of our airborne division. Tear the turrets apart first, then we shall move in to the tanks." Obsidian told the Vehicon commander. "I shall lead the assault team going to the Eastern side of the wall. You take the West. Obsidian: obliterate!"

Old, gear-based circuits clattered and slid as Obsidian assumed his alternate mode, rotors whupping rapidly to compensate for the sudden change in shape, and small thrusters propelled the Decepticon aerospace commander forwards. Followed by a group of Vehicons and other Decepticons, they began to move towards the East and began to shell the turrets with missiles.
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"Fair point. I'll be happy to arrange a training session with a blaster if you want to -- it's against Temple Knight decorum, perhaps, but it's not completely impractical to know how to pick up a weapon on the ground and use it." Prowl told Terabolt as he kicked a Vehicon and both tonfas slid out of his arms and began to swing them in rapid succession, striking and tearing through vital energon lines of several Vehicons that charged them, dropping them to the ground. "Not a sword person myself, though I admit that it's one of the most effective melee weapons out there."

He growled as waves and waves of Vehicons moved past them. "No." He shook his head. "This is not good."

He can only hope that the tanks can hold them enough until Rapido's promised anti-aircraft teams get there...
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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

"Rapido, sir? Sentinel Prime, sir? I think... I think you need to look at this." One of the comm officers said, mouth open wide. "We just lost half of Protihex... it appears to be a nuke, sirs!"

"Valvolux's gone! I can't raise them on the comms!"

"Sir, we have lost all radio contact to Nova Cronum."

"Tetrahex's gone off the grid too, I know it's fairly small, but-"

"Optihex! Optihex just... disappeared off the map!"

Sentinel Prime's expression was steely cold, though Rapido would be able to tell that he realized what just happened.

No.

This is not possible.

The nuclear bombs he launched...

His attempt at equalizing the situation...

What did he just do?

"I... require a moment." Sentinel Prime said, voice wavering a little. "Rapido, you have the command until I return." With as much dignity as he could muster at the moment, Sentinel Prime moved with a fast pace out of the War Room, not bothering to keep his expression stable anymore.

This is not happening.
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Lambor, a ranked officer, looked up from his console as Sentinel did his hasty retreat. He looked up at Rapido, and blinked. "Sir, what would you have us do? Should we inform Commander Magnus, Kup and the others?"

Aero Blade
2013-10-08, 02:01 PM
Iacon Airspace

"Fine by me, I hate waiting around for fun too," Dirge answered back to Ramjet, immediately starting to dive for street level.


Southeast Border, Iacon

"Oh I know how to use a blaster," Terabolt answered to Prowl between maneuvers. "I know how to use a few things you've probably never seen except in a database on account of how illegal they are. Advanced Knights get training in all weapons, including a few we confiscated. Elders say if you know what a weapon can do, you're better prepared for dealing with it when it comes at you. That's also how I know my hands shouldn't be anywhere near a blaster..." She added in a lower tone.

Chip1123
2013-10-08, 02:07 PM
(OOC: I'm going to assume we had time to get the forcefield generators in place - correct me on that if I'm wrong)

Rapido swore under his breath. If Sentinel hadn't been so arrogant as to launch the nukes... if he had consulted him first... if he had only believed Prowl about Soundwave... Of course, he knew Sentinel. He would have dismissed Rapido just like he had Prowl. There was no good solution to that issue. When Sentinel stepped out, Rapido looked around, then turned to Lambor.

"No. They have their orders, and destruction in other cities will only distract them. There will be time after the battle for them to learn what has happened." Rapido said, hoping that was true.

As Prowl's message came in, Rapido input the new coordinates for the force field and had it come online. Switching channels, he sent Prowl a message. "Should be online momentarily. Also, we need to have a talk soon once you get to safety. Something bad has happened, but I can't talk about it over this channel." He finished, knowing that Prowl would want to know about the events that had just transpired as soon as he could, and that Prowl could handle them, despite the emotional cost attached.

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South East Borders, Iacon

Topspin's turret turned and tracked some of the bikes as the gates opened. "They're getting through!" He yelled.

Then Prowl's tanks came into play and Topspin smiled. Or he would have had he been in robot mode. Topspin immediately had his tanks lay down supression fire on the gates, making sure no new enemies would come in. He left the other to deal with the ones already inside the gates.

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Arsenal

"Be there momentarily, Wheeljack." Highbrow said as he turned back to the computer and downloaded a copy of the schematics to take with them.

As he turned and strode to catch up to the other bot, he asked "Assuming that the facility recharges him while we enroute, how long do you estimate repairs taking? Would you recommend getting weapons systems online first, or the self repair functional?"

Blackjack
2013-10-08, 02:50 PM
Southeast Border, Iacon

Prowl shook his head at Terabolt's words. "Hope you didn't blow anyone's face off in discovering that."

Before he could say further, though, Rapido's message came in. "Excellent, Rapido. I can hear the hum... the generators are coming online indeed." As Prowl said this, Rapido's group of anti-aircraft warriors moved into position and began opening fire at the airborne Decepticons. Behind them, a massive forcefield flared into life... keeping the Decepticons out from the Southeastern borders, but locking the Autobot soldiers out as well.

"I am curious. Extremely so." Prowl replied to Rapido. "But I trust your judgement."
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Growling as his original quarry managed to elude him, Scorponok gestured at the small group of Prowl, Jazz and Terabolt, with Springer battling Igern nearby. "Pred, Tarannie, look. A Temple Knight! And those guys that shot at us before! Let's kill them!"

Scorponok took aim at Jazz, and launched a blast of electricity from his tail-stinger.
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War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

Lambor nodded obediently at Rapido, but he was definitely glum. "Yes sir."
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Sentinel's Office, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

Sentinel stormed into his office, and slammed the door behind him. The office was dimly lit, and was sparsely populated. The main part of Sentinel's office was taken up by a relatively large work table and a chair, while awards and the like lined one side of the wall. The other side of the wall was occupied with a shelf that had trophies and framed medals, as well as several other awards -- like a gun given to him by Zeta Prime, among others -- perched on it.

Sentinel stumbled into his chair, and with one angry swipe of his hand cleared his table, sending datapads, memory slugs, his computer, reports, a self-portrait and other miscellaneous displays smashing and clattering onto the ground. Sentinel picked up a small globe display of Cybertron and threw it hard towards the shelf which supported a row of awards and medals, the impact strong enough to send the shelf and everything on it smashing down onto the floor.

Sentinel Prime let out an angry howl, before plopping down onto his chair.

The whispers were stronger now.

Definitely angrier.

Sentinel Prime sighed as he knelt near the ground and began scrabbling near the wreckage of his smashed computer for something, fingers moving through the debris of smashed glass and steel. Briefly his fingers wrapped around the gun which Zeta had gave him, once so many times ago during his promotion... and considered pointing it at his own temple.

No.

That would be the coward's way out.

Sentinel's hands moved away and eventually fished out a small device, and began inspecting it.

Heinrad
2013-10-09, 02:56 AM
En route to Senate building:


"I was NOT designed for this!!"

Tracks dove down into the streets, jet Vehicons screaming down behind him. His problem was this: while he could fly, he wasn't a fighter craft. Even at full speed, with his engines past the red line, he couldn't break the sound barrier. His pursuers, on the other hand, had the engine power to spare, and the firepower to blow him out of the sky.

But, he wasn't completely defenseless. Dropping down into the streets, he started turning sharp corners, using judicious blasts from the black beam gun in the swivel mount on his undercarriage to blind his pursuers one by one, sending them crashing into buildings or slamming into the street, and in one case, flew them over an anti-aircraft battery. Which was something of a phyrric victory as the resultant shrapnel had chewed at his wings and bodywork.

He continued on towards the Senate building, activating his commlink. "Ultra Magnus, this is Tracks. Prowl sent me. Where do you want me?"

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War Room:


I let this go to far, Ironhide thought to himself. He stared at the screens, stared at the destruction Sentinel had caused. I shoulda pinned that idiot t'th wall an' hit him 'till he told me what Zeta said t'him. 'Cause there ain't no way Zeta would'a picked somebody who'd blow up the planet.

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Vector Sigma:


Orion bowed briefly to the Keeper, then followed Yoketron to the lift.


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South East Borders:


Nightbeat looked down where his right hand, hell, the lower half of his right arm, used to be, a dazed expression across his features. Half of his right shoulder pauldron was gone, too. And he was fairly certain most or all of the antenna on the right side of his head was gone. His hearing was still good, fortunately.

He was glad he'd locked the AA guns into automatic IFF, although given the fact that the console he'd been running was now so much mangled scrap and lower right arm, he hoped the IFF scanner hadn't gotten scrambled.

He could hear blaster fire close by, and checked the charge in his plasma blaster.

"You okay in there?" It was a whisper. Not a voice he recognized immediately, but one he'd heard before.

"Define okay."

He heard a sigh of relief, then a young Autobot stuck his head in the doorway. "Building's crawling with Decepticons. We better get out of here."

Nightbeat struggled to his feet. "Didn't I arrest you once?"

Hot Rod shrugged. "I get that a lot. Come on."

Aero Blade
2013-10-09, 12:50 PM
Southeast Border, Iacon

"Let's just say the weaponmaster banned me from using anything with a trigger and leave it at that," Terabolt told Prowl, her tone suggesting she was growing a bit annoyed with the conversation. Terabolt would take a spinning slash at one more undead that managed to make it past without getting shot, slicing it neatly in half. With the position she came to stop at, she spotted the new combatants that had appeared, in particular Scorponok who was bringing his tail weapon to bare.

"New company incoming!" Terabolt shouted to warn her allies, moving quickly to get inbetween Jazz and the coming blast of electricity. The power hit her head on, crackled across the non-metallic armor, then discharged harmlessly into the ground. Tera was silently grateful Yoketron was so worried about electrocuting her accidentally and had this material chosen for her.

Terabolt took a ready stance, keeping herself between Jazz and the new threat, unsure how well he'd been patched up by the field medics. "You alright?"


Vector Sigma

Yoketron entered the lift silently, turning and waiting for Orion to join him, his mind still brooding over the dark cloud of information he had received not long ago. He was glad he had brought Orion, but he was not sure how much progress they had truly made.

Keep well that one. You will need him.

Yoketron unconsciously lifted his head slightly at the sound of the Keeper's voice in his head. The other mech had since disappeared into the darkness again, but he would still be monitoring things. Yoketron closed his optics, letting his head dip back down slightly again.

Was my hesitation truly so unforgivable by you, Keeper?

How might I forgive one who cannot forgive themselves? My approval would be a hollow sentiment, and service to help you none. You have dug yourself deep into this sorrow, too far for me to reach down to you. I fear by the time that you finally begin to pull yourself up, I will no longer be there to pull you out. The depth of your sorrow will outlive the time that I have yet to remain.

I fear there may not be much time left for any of us.

No. There is so much more for you still, if only you have the will to see it through. Keep well those young ones, help guide them through the storm and fire. Good bye, old friend...

It was not until Yoketron opened his optics that he realized the lift was moving, and that Orion was beside him. He looked down through the floor of the lift, as though he could see through the metal back down into the depths. Yoketron spoke his voice barely a whisper.

"Good bye, Keeper."

Blackjack
2013-10-09, 01:49 PM
Sentinel's Office, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

"...in the event that I might fall in this battle, the Matrix will find a worthier successor. Sentinel Prime out."

Sentinel Prime clicked off the recording device, and gripped it tightly in his fist, before placing it on top of his desk.. Conflicting emotions boiling within him, he walked out of his office, gave it one last baleful look, from the mess he had made on the floor to the smashed medals and awards which he had once been so proud of.

Sentinel then closed the door, and the sound of the door slamming shut echoed and reverberated through the corridor.

What was he doing?

Sentinel placed a hand against his chest. The Matrix's power thrummed and rolled within its casing. Whispers. So loud in his head. Angry ones. Accusatory ones. And a lone disappointed yet hopeful one.

Sentinel let out one last sigh, clicked off the small lever on the side of his head and shutting him out from all communications, and his facemask slid to cover his face, hiding his emotions from the outside world. The Prime pulled out his Skyboom Shield and his Energy Lance and began to walk in the opposite direction of the War Room.
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South East Borders, Iacon

Prowl gave Terabolt a noncommittal shrug, before taking stock of Scorponok and the other two scientists. "Indeed." Prowl opened fire off-handedly to shoot a Vehicon in the face with acid, before taking a step and standing next to the Temple Knight, slamming a fresh cartridge into his acid pellet gun. "Jazz, get up." Prowl said. "Not beneficial for you to be lying around."
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"Predacon, Tarantulas, you guys go on ahead. I'll mop up the mess here." Scorponok said as he transformed into his full height. He smiled as he regarded Terabolt and Prowl, and the injured Jazz behind them. Flexing his massive claws, Scorponok let out a booming laugh.

"You two just going to stand there?" The former Senator asked, "Or are you going to fight? Cause if you don't, I'll draw first blood."

The massive AA cannons mounted on Scorponok's shoulders snapped into firing position and began launching explosive rounds at Prowl and Terabolt.
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Zero and his wing of Renegades swooped into the city past the AA cannons, unable to keep track of all the Decepticons swarming the sky. He swooped down and headed towards Hot Rod and Nightbeat's position. "Hello, what do we have here?" The former Renegade sub-commander asked cheerfully. "Looks like two survivors! Stupid Vehicons. We'll have to remedy that."

Chip1123
2013-10-09, 05:40 PM
(OOC: Sorry, forgot to reply to Scorpy's attack yesterday)

Topspin grunted as Scorponok's fire hit his thick armor, stinging, but not coring it. Topspin brought his turret to face his attacker, but didn't fire when he saw that Scorponok was between him and the rest of the command squad. He wouldn't risk an errant shell taking them out.

"Don't have a shot Prowl." He radioed the field commander.

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Nemesis Bridge

Clench sighed as the security team reported in. "Stand by." He told them.

"Knock Out... no more games. Seeing as you didn't try to escape, you won't be filled full of holes. You want your tracker off, fine. I'm not going to have you taking out guards so that you can remove it again and again." He sighed, then continued. "You are a gifted medic, and I'd hate to lose you, but I cannot have this kind of distraction on the ship. Two guards will remain OUTSIDE of the medbay. Repair the damage done to your previous guards and be on standby as wounded come in. Don't make me regret being lenient on you."

"Security team, stand down. Station two units outside the med bay. Otherwise, report back to your duty stations. Commander Clench, out."

Springer85
2013-10-09, 06:37 PM
South East Border, Iacon

Much to Springer's surprise he had actually managed to hit Igern with his sword. He had anticipated that his opponent would've jumped out of the way instead, but didn't. It was almost as if he wanted to get stabbed. "Apparently they grow them crazy back in Kaon," he said as he pulled back the sword.

Narrowly avoiding Igern's massive claws, he only got a few scratched on the surface because of it. "You do know that you're the cannon fodder here, right?" Springer said while taunting the Decepticon as he fired off a few rounds at Igern at close range. At this range, Springer would be blown backwards by the attack as well, but not as much as Igern if hit.

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"Thank you," Jazz replied to Terabolt who saved him. Jazz got back up on his feet as per Prowl's orders, but was still limping.

Jazz looked at Scorponok approaching their location, firing away. "Let's make short work of this clown, shall we?"

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Approaching Senate

Ultra Magnus could see the senate building in the distance or well, what was left of it. "Wing Archer. Thunderwrath. Make sure to scan the area for possible hostiles," he said to his Elite Guardsmen over the com. "I want to know if we're only dealing with the three Seekers or if they're being backed up. Also if you can, provide me with their locations."

Magnus switched coms to the War Room. "Rapido. I'm approaching the Senate building now. Won't be long before we engage the enemy. I'll keep you updated. Have these Seekers been identified yet? I would like to know who I'm dealing with if possible."

As Magnus approached the Senate building, he transformed to robot mode and remained out of sight for the time being. The com on his wrist was blinking. Tracks just reported in and was sent by Prowl. That's good news. The former tactician was still operative.

"Tracks, try to remain out of sight when approaching the Senate building if you can. We're about to engage the Seekers that broke out one of their own from the War Academy. One of them is a teleporter so we're going to need an element of surprise. I have no information on the other two. Come find me on these coordinates," he said as he transmitted said coordinates.

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Arsenal

Kup nodded to Silver Raider. "So that means Grimlock has joined the fight," he replied. "That's good. Let's just hope he won't destroy the area."

Flameblaze and Shortstop arrived at Arsenal and greeted the commander.

"Alright mechs," Kup said to all three. The four of us are going out to scrap ourselves as many Decepticons as we can, but we have to keep an optic out for any civilians. Shortstop, Flameblaze. It'll be your job to secure the area of any civilians when Sliver Raider and I will engage the enemy. The safety of the citizens of Iacon is our top priority.

A loud 'yes sir' quickly followed.

"Silver Raider," Kup said as he turned to the Elite Guardsman, "You said that you were keeping tabs on the locations of any high ranking Decepticons in the area, right? Point us towards the biggest one that's close by," he said as he locked and loaded his musket laser. "Because that's going to be our first target."

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Wheeljack shrugged in response to Highbrow as he entered the shuttle. "I have no idea how long it's going to take," he said as he scratched the back of his head. "Omega Sentinels are from an age long forgotten and its technology is too. I'm sure that we'll eventually be able to fix him, but getting adjusted to a new situation is going to take time nonetheless," he continued as he sat down in the pilot seat.

Initiating launch protocols, Wheeljack scratched his mouth plate for a moment. "I suppose we should start with checking if he's not in any mortal danger. After that, the most damaged parts would be most likely. Don't know if that's the weapons systems. Don't want to be sending a tank into battle that has no threads to roll on, right?" Wheeljack responded to his lab partner.

The shuttle was ready for takeoff as Wheeljack looked over his shoulder to Highbrow. "Who knows? If we really have no clue on what to do, we could always ask the Sentinel how to help him best, I suppose."

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Tagan Heights

"I tire of this meaningless prattle," Tarantulas said as he transformed into his motorcycle mode. "Time for us to invade the city!" he shouted as he sped off towards the breached walls with a cackle.

Aero Blade
2013-10-09, 09:58 PM
Medbay, Nemesis

Knock Out had stopped his tasks to walk casually back over to the intercom station as Clench's voice came out of it again, making an expression as though he was wounded by the words. "Me? Make trouble? I wouldn't dream of it! Those silly little bands made it difficult to work to my full capacity - I thought you might appreciate some initiative in improving my efficiency. Rest assured, I am here to do my job for the good of the Decepticon order."

He did pause to smile every so briefly as the security staff reorganized, freeing the one of his original guards from the bindings before Knock Out continued to speak on the intercom. "I would at a later time like to discuss the exact terms and benefits of my stay of employment, but I do understand that now is not the time, especially with the preparations I need to do for the incoming wounded. I do trust however that once things calm down, that I will be shown to my quarters. It's not healthy to work and power down in the same surroundings," Knock Out added, managing to keep his tone still polite while still giving the cot in the corner of the medbay a disdainful glare.

Despite all his posturing, internally Knock Out was breathing a sigh of relief. It had been a risky bid doing this - he could have easily wound up in a worse situation, like being in the brig. Or dead. In fact he wasn't entirely sure if he was still safe when Megatron returned and undoubtedly got a report about all of this, but he'd have to hope his antics impressed the gladiator more than upset him. He had to make sure he was ready to dazzle his incoming patients, and that Lugnut held up in battle and didn't wrongly shame the work he'd done on him. Still so many things to be done to secure his position in the ranks.



South East Border, Iacon

The latest shots aimed at herself and Prowl this time instead of Jazz, Terabolt leapt aside of them, transforming into her catbeast form before landing, and moving to take up position on Scorponok's side, as though to flank him.

"You're eager to have your skidplate handed to you. You're in luck - I graduated not long ago, and I'm free to mangle you in whatever manor I please without a master's approval," She told the Decepticon cheerfully.

The chatter was all for show, to try to draw his attention off of Prowl and Jazz, and the large piece of rubble that had been lifted and sent flying at Scorponok from his opposite side...

Warcry
2013-10-09, 10:25 PM
Iacon Airspace

Ramjet followed Dirge, but instead of diving in jet mode he transformed and fell to the ground, only kicking in his foot thrusters at the last minute so that he'd leave a burned trail along the ground as he skimmed the streets at a pedestrian's eye level.

"Not many 'Bots," he said with a shrug. "Lots of stores, though. You wanna loot 'em maybe? That'll get some guards comin' our way, I betcha!"
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Iacon Streets

Lugnut unconsciously clenched and unclenched his fists as Grimlock insulted them.

"That's functionist!" he told the Autobot. "I have load-lifter's hands and I'm proud of them!"

The bullet's from Grimlock's machine gun hit Lugnut's chest and bounced off, scraping him painfully but otherwise not doing any more damage than the Decepticon's own fire had done to his foe.

"Ouch, I guess," the Decepticon said with a long-armed shrug. Then he grabbed a large piece of rubble with both hands and tossed it at the Autobot's torso, grunting with effort as he wrenched it off the ground and threw.
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"The 'clattering' is intentional, I assure you," Predacon told Scorponok. "It makes certain people underestimate me."

Ignoring the Autobots that his Vehicon babies had engaged, he sprayed cyber-venom darts at several groups of Autotroopers before floating over the wall and into the city and sweeping his line of fire across the troops nearest Prowl, Jazz and Terabolt.

"Oh fine," he told Scorponok with obvious boredom. "I'll leave them for you. But only because Tarannie from talking about those Autobot inventors is more interesting than what you've got to say."

To his other peer he said, "So since Scorpy is hogging all the fun here, where do you wanna go?"
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The Senate

A cloaked Starscream quietly walked up behind two guards protecting the senate chamber's upper entrance, took them out with quick stabs from his hidden engergon blades and lowered their bodies quietly to the ground. Then he let himself into the room via the open door and long, ornate hallway and sat in a vacant chair. He listened for a moment, amazed that the so-called leaders of the world were still busy debating minutiae as if their city wasn't under attack and their civilization wasn't falling before them.

The seeker nearly had a change of heart, then. They do more harm than good to the Autobots. Almost wish I could leave them alive. Almost.

But he had his orders, and for once he agreed with them. The spectacle of attacking the Senate while it was in session was worth the small tactical sacrifice. So Starscream got back up, quietly snuck around until he was positioned behind the Speaker and the bank of holocameras focused on him. The he decloaked, grabbed the elderly Autobot with one arm and stabbed him through the spark.

"I think it's time you took a recess."
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Southeast Border, Iacon

Hammer responded to Obsidian in the affirmative.

"As you wish. Bomber groups three and four, move in on the turrets. Fighter wings six through twelve, provide cover."

The flyers swept in behind Obsidian, firing a stream of rockets and laser blasts at what remained of Iacon's defensive fortifications.

Meanwhile, fleeing ground troopers ran deeper into the city...only to run up against the forcefield barrier and find themselves trapped by the tanks with their backs to an invisible wall. Vehicons dropped by the dozens as Hammer frowned.

"Sir," he told Obsidian, "our advance seems to have halted. Request permission to deploy the adapted Energon drillers."

Lady Quickswitch
2013-10-10, 11:32 AM
South-East Border - Iacon

The Autobot saw him. At a distance, the six changer had just cleaved through two Elite Guardsmen. He felt--

fear--

Coming up on that fierce monstrousity. The jet careened toward Sixshot. Quickswitch's cog jittered.

It's--It's him... It's him. It's HIM!

The jet locked onto Sixshot's position below and fired. The hastily-built contraption transformed and landed in robot mode, skidding and shedding sparks as he did so.

"Primus, NO!" he didn't hear his own howl as he looked on Sixshot and the two Elite Guardsmen.

He raised his blasters, shaking.

Springer85
2013-10-10, 02:13 PM
The Senate

Thundercracker had made his way to the ground floor. The ceiling above the exit from the Senate Building had collapsed due to the missiles that he fired earlier from the outside, successfully preventing anybody from exiting the building that way.

Once Thundercracker was spotted by civilians, they tried to make their way out of the building via the emergency exits, but Thundercracker put a stop to that too as he fired upon anybody that made their move towards them.

Much to his surprise, there were hardly any guards here. Probably must've gone up the other way towards the ruckus that Skywarp was making. That fool always caught a lot of attention with the way he went about things. Thundercracker shook his head.

He walked towards the exit where one of the guards was stuck with his leg under the debris. The guard tried to reach for his gun, but Thundercracker stepped on his arm and pointed his shoulder mounted rifle at him. "I'm sorry, but I have my orders," he said as he took aim at the guards head. "I'll be quick," he said as he fired off a round at the guard's head, killing him as a result.

Thundercracker's face showed signs of disgust. Not that killing disgusted him, but that it was a mere guardsman. A mech unworthy of his attention. He wanted a challenge and he wasn't going to find it here.

Blackjack
2013-10-10, 02:47 PM
(OOC: S’okay, Chip :))

Southeast Borders, Iacon

“Acknowledged. Take out the troops – we’ll handle the Senator.” Prowl told Topspin over the radio. He glanced at Jazz. “You’re wounded, but you’ll be of more use mobile than lying on the ground. Jazz: MOVE!”

Prowl dashed to the opposite side that Terabolt did, launching acid pellets at Scorponok’s frame as he moved quicker than his frame suggested he could in robot mode. He hoped Jazz got away fast enough…
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“I’m in luck? I find that extremely unlikely – I’m not exactly the bloodthirsty warrior type, but I was hoping for more of a challenge than a secretary, a church girl and that wounded chap I beat up fifteen minutes ago.” Scorponok sighed in an obvious melodramatic manner, as he raised his claws up… and in the same lazy movement aimed his anti-gravity gun towards the rock hurtling towards him and opening fire at it.

The anti-gravity bubble slammed onto the rock, and it began to shoot straight upwards, harmlessly out of Scorponok’s way. “You know, that trick really doesn’t work after the first time I saw it on Kaon.”

With his free claw, Scorponok batted aside Prowl’s acid pellets, the impact not doing much but melt his paint a little. Working with insane mechs like Tarantulas had led him to acid-proof his armour. “Seriously? This is the best that three of you can do? And I did you guys the favour of not letting my more ruthless comrades join in the fun, too. Speaking of which…”

Scorponok raised his voice and called out after Predacon. “Go get yourself blown up flying into a building, you stupid twit!”
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Igern let out a wide howl as Springer pulled the sword and jumped out of the way of his claws. The Insecticon snarled a rude curse in a Cybertronian dialect unique to chaos cultists, and brought up his massive arms to shield his head and wounded torso. Springer’s wind tunnel cannons forced even the massive Insecticon backwards, burrowing several deep hits in his armour.

“Crazy! How dare you? I am the third great acolyte of the Emperor of Destruction Violenjieger! I wield powers you, mortal, have no idea about!” Igern let out another cry, and outstretched his claws. Electricity crackled from them and lanced out at the Autobot.
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“A forcefield.” Obsidian observed as he launched his missiles, though his tone of voice would be like that of someone deliberating the taste of his morning energon. “Unexpected. But really, with our troops attacking from both directions, it would be far more practical to have them destroy the generators creating this barrier. But I must confess to being slightly impatient and excited, Hammer. Permission granted. Deploy whatever troops you see fit – I am very curious to see how you will choose to handle this situation.”
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Approaching the Senate Building

Wind Archer and Thunderwrath split to either side of the Senate building as they did a quick perimeter sweep of it. “All clear, Ultra Magnus, sir.” Wing Archer replied. “I see a massive hole at point 2-5, most likely the Decepticons got in and is doing who knows what.”

“Can’t you just say ‘above the main entrance’ like a normal person would, Archer? We’re not spotting any suspicious movements, sir, but there’s all kinds of chaos here with the crowd running around and dead Autotroopers crashing down and blowing up on the streets.”
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Senate Building

“Hey, hey, boss?” Skywarp said into his commlink as he clapped his hands. Starscream showed up on one of the few screens still unmolested by Skywarp’s shooting spree. “You’re on tee-vee! You want me to, uh, press the ‘broadcast’ button or something?”
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Arsenal

Silver Raider shrugged. “I’ve heard of him from reports Prowl didn’t expunge. I find that unlikely.”

He nodded at Kup. “We’ve identified the Decepticon known as Lugnut, but he is engaging Grimlock. The Decepticon six-changer known as Sixshot has also surfaced, but our own… six-changer… is engaging him.” Silver Raider’s voice carried a tone of disapproval at the word ‘six-changer’. “We’re still on the lookout for Megatron, sir.” (OOC: Warcry?)
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Iacon Streets

“No. That an insult.” Grimlock shook his head. “Me, Grimlock, member of whichever religion piss you off.”

Lugnut launched a massive piece of rubble at Grimlock, who strapped the atom-smasher machinegun back onto his wrist, and balled his fist. Launching himself into the air again, the Autobot met the thrown piece of rubble with his own fists, the force cracking the rubble. Grimlock winced as something within his left arm popped loose, but he didn’t let it show as he burst through the cloud of debris and towards Lugnut.

The Autobot then attempted to bring both fists down onto the large Decepticon’s head and knock him to the ground. “Me, Grimlock, have ass-kicking hands and me very proud of them!” He roared.
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North Iacon

“Ah.” Sixshot’s optics looked up as the Autobot six-changer shot towards him, and opened fire. Sixshot deftly side-stepped the first blast, whilst he pointedly stood still for the second blast to slam onto his shoulder. The Decepticon was pushed slightly backwards, and his shoulder was burnt black by the resulting explosion, and part of the piece was bent slightly. But if Sixshot felt any pain lancing through the damaged shoulder, his faceplated visage betrayed no such emotion.

What his face displayed, however, was a bright, excited hunger.

“No, not Primus.” Sixshot shook his head, and raised his own blasters straight towards Quickswitch, but did not fire. “I AM SIXSHOT, Decepticon Solo Assault Transformer Group!” The six-changer declared loudly in his deep, baritone voice, the reverberations it caused actually causing some of the metallic debris to vibrate.

“You.” Sixshot gestured at Quickswitch with one gun, noting in slight disappointment his adversary’s shaking. “You are the six-changer the Autobots built. I have been informed (http://tfarchive.com/community/showpost.php?p=732693&postcount=479) of your existence. Come. Introduce yourself, and show me how good you are!”

Lady Quickswitch
2013-10-10, 05:58 PM
North Iacon

Horror and wonder crackled through him as he saw the Decepticon six-changer dodge his attack and then stand so perfectly still and deliberately take the shot in the shoulder.

"Holy--" Switch whispered.

When the six changer announced his presence, Quickswitch had to fight between daunted indecision and a sudden glut of amusement.

"A group?!" he roared back, "YOU'RE NOT A GROUP!"

His youthful tenor burst forth edged and hysterical laughter that died in a staccato. One by one.

Then, he said in a sly near-whisper, "I'm Quickswitch. Autobot Assault Warrior. Now--" He aimed at the taller Transformer and fired another few shots with his blasters, "--with that out of the way--"

He didn't finish, just kept firing, somewhere between fury and fear and bravado.

Switch.

Blackjack
2013-10-11, 02:31 AM
Iacon Streets

Sixshot did not deign to respond at Quickswitch's insane laughter. It was his rank, it was his division -- and if this Autobot did not understand, well, he had announced himself.

Now he can kill.

"With that out of the way?" Sixshot asked as he lunged forwards, hitting the ground in armoured car mode and roaring towards Quickswitch, the Autobot's blasts flying over his head.

Sixshot's engines revved out loudly as he launched concussion blasts from his cannons, zooming towards Quickswitch, before quickly unfurling into his beast mode and skittering to one side in anticipation of the Autobot predicting his movements. "That sounded like it ended with a comma. I thought our side was the one with nutjobs."

Sixshot leaped into the air with a roaring howl, making as if to leap at Quickswitch and tear into him with his claws.

Warcry
2013-10-11, 06:30 AM
(OOC: When Megatron wants to be seen, trust me, he'll be seen. :glance: I want to let the other Decepticons have their moments first though.)

Iacon Streets

"I don't care what god you pray to," Lugnut told Grimlock with contempt. "You're an Autobot, and a traitor twice over. I couldn't hate you more if I tried."

He dodged as Grimlock came out of the dust cloud swinging, but not fast enough for the blow to miss him entirely. It landed heavily on his right shoulder and the engine cowling therein, dropping him to one knee and letting out a loud, hollow clang.

"You call that a punch?" he demanded as he balled his left hand up into a fist and threw a heymaker at Grimlock's midsection.
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"You wish!" Predacon shouted back to Scorponok. "I fly into one of the buildings you built, it'll fall down and leave me unscathed!"
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The Senate

Most of the senators -- the ones with common sense, anyway -- charged for the exit as Starscream dropped the speaker's body to the floor. A few of them froze, either too scared to flee or too outraged at the intrusion on their chamber to realize the danger they were in. Starscream ignored them. They could wait until later.

Raising his stolen neutron assault rifle, he held it in a two-handed grip and fired toward the chamber's main doorway. The weapon's six barrels spun, spitting out subatomic particulate death at thousands of rounds per second. Of course, from this distance it was impossible to aim at any one senator, and many escaped out of the chamber amid the hail of nearly invisible bullets. But enough of them didn't. At least two dozen of the politicians dropped in their tracks as tiny particles travelling at two dozen times the speed of sound ripped through their bodies, destroying key components, crushing transformation cogs or perforating brain modules.

Then Skywarp's call interrupted his killing spree. Lowering the pilfered gun, he replied, "We're already broadcasting, Skywarp. The Senate has their own channel devoted to nothing but their tiresome debates. It's one of the ways they pretend that they're still a democracy. Or, well, pretended. I don't think there's going to be another session any time soon. I think you can cut the feed now."

Though Starscream had only killed a fraction of the government, the fleeing senators would, in short order, wind up near Thundercracker's location. He expected the other Decepticon would either make short order of them, or capture them for their leader's amusement.
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Southeast Border, Iacon

"As you wish." Hammer send a new set of instructions out, and a collection of hastily-retrofitted and armoured mining machines rolled through to the front lines. Large enough to crush an Autotrooper under their treads, they were equipped with massive front-end drills and had been intended as a last-ditch weapon if the Decepticons couldn't breach the city walls. But since the gates were open, the mining vehicles rolled through...then sunk their drills into the ground and started digging. Though they would be an easy target for the Sentinel tanks, once one of them had bored down into the city's underground tunnels the Decepticons would be able to access any part of the city they wished -- including the location of the newly-installed shield generators.

Springer85
2013-10-11, 01:48 PM
Southeast Borders, Iacon

Jazz was already up and moving even before Prowl yelled at him to do so. Jazz rolled out of the way of Scorponok's attack to avoid any damage. "You're not going to beat this guy using conventional methods," he said to both Terabolt and Prowl. "Let me show you."

To gain momentum for his attack, Jazz transformed into vehicle mode and made his way with haste towards Scorponok. Once close to his target, Jazz transformed back into robot mode and activated his headlights. At this close a range, it would have a temporarily blinding effect and Jazz would use that distraction to attempt to tackle the large former Senator.

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Springer was knocked back a bit by the impact of his own fire. He smiled though. If it didn't look that way, Springer knew full well what he was doing. "Third great, huh?" he said to Igern. "Too bad, you're not the first. I would've liked a challenge," he added mockingly.

Springer ran at Igern with his sword held low. Igern's claws hit Springer and electrocuted the triple changer, but Springer didn't go down. He refused to. With electricity going through him, Springer made an upwards swing to try and cut off one of Igern's arms. "You may wield powers, but you'll find that I'm no slouch either."

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Tarantulas actually laughed at Predacon's comments about Scorponok's buildings not being structurally sound. "Too bad he didn't build all of Iacon," he said. "This war would've been over in mere seconds then."

Tarantulas revved his engines as he sped towards the city. "To their so-called War Academy," he said to Predacon. "It's the only logical place where Wheeljack and Highbrow would be."

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Senate Building

"Copy that," Magnus replied to Wing Archer and Thunderwrath. Magnus could hear the screaming from inside and the explosions that accompanied them.

"We don't have much intel on these Seekers yet, and so far we know that one of them has teleportation capabilities, so this is what we are going to do: Wing Archer, you and Tracks are going to start from top and work your way down scouting for the enemy. Thunderwrath, you're with me. I need you to lift me up so I can enter the building. So far it seems that all other entrances have been blocked."

Ultra Magnus showed Thunderwrath where he was hiding so he could pick him up. "Remember people: Do not engage the enemy on your own without permission. These guys are dangerous and should be treated as such."

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Arsenal

Kup pulled out a cy-gar, bit off the top and put it in his mouth. "You don't know Grimlock like I do," he told Sliver Raider. "Reports in him are expunged for a reason," he added as he started chewing on the cy-gar. It was a nasty habit, but in times like these, a cy-gar gave him a bit more piece of mind.

"So Megatron is unaccounted for? That can't be good," he said as he took the cy-gar out of his mouth for a moment. "Who knows what he's up to."

(OOC: Ramjet and Dirge perhaps?)

Aero Blade
2013-10-11, 02:09 PM
((OOC: Works for me, unless Warcry had plans for them. My plans are wide open right now :) ))

Southeast Borders, Iacon

With Jazz using his headlights to attempt to blind Scorponok, Terabolt would rush him from the side, leaping up to maul the senator at close range.

Blackjack
2013-10-13, 12:09 PM
Iacon Streets

"You Lugnut try. You be wrong." Grimlock snorted at Lugnut as he caused the larger Decepticon to his knees. "Also, not traitor. Him Bucket-Head conscript me, Grimlock. Me technically not defect to Decepticon side."

Grimlock grunted as Lugnut's punch slammed onto his midsection, knocking him off Lugnut and slightly backwards. Slamming both fists together, Grimlock let out a growl. "If me, Grimlock, not call that punch, me not sure what to call what you Lugnut just did."

The Autobot let out a roar and aimed a right hook at Lugnut's head. "ME SMASH YOUR EYE!"
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The Senate

"Oh!" Skywarp replied to Starscream cheerily. "Okay then. I just thought we could broadcast it through, like, all the airwaves, but okay!"

Skywarp then opened fire at the last remaining console and it erupted in a shower of sparks as well. "Room's clear! What now, boss?"
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Wing Archer transformed and landed near the hole on the roof. "Roger that, sir." As he waited for Tracks to arrive, he notched an energon arrow onto a sleek metal bow.

Thunderwrath swooped down, and from his undercarriage a tow-line dangled down towards Ultra Magnus. "No offense, sir, but you look a fair bit heavier. Good thing R&D got me these new-fangled magnetized tow-lines."
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Arsenal

"So we've heard." Silver Raider shrugged at Kup. "Either way, he's on our side now." He paused. "Two Seekers, their non-standard design suggests they are elite troops or at least independent enough. They took out a squad of our men. Four clicks at our eight o'clock."
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Southeastern Borders

Obsidian watched as Hammer's drill engines moved into place and started to ram into the ground. The Sentinel tanks, of course, attempted to take aim and shoot them down, but there were too many Decepticons and too few Autobots...

The Decepticon moved out of the way of a few hails of bullets, before launching a pair of missiles at one of the last autoguns remaining.
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Prowl chuckled as Jazz moved into place, but his attention was elsewhere -- namely, Iacon. "Topspin, Windcharger, Nightbeat, Hot Rod -- whoever's left -- take out those drill tanks!"
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"Oh, I'll give you that." Scorponok muttered at Predacon's parting jib.

Scorponok raised an optic brow as Jazz shot towards him in his vehicular mode, and activated his headlights. Scorponok's orange-coloured data visor instantly polarized -- a protective measure extremely useful when he's in the laboratory -- but the sudden change in his vision did achieve the intended effect of temporarily stunning him.

The larger Decepticon grunted as Jazz slammed onto him, pushed back slightly. Terabolt's claws bit onto his right flank soon afterwards. Scorponok instinctively swung his massive, heavy claws around, intending to knock the two smaller Autobots off, or at least scare them enough to do so. "Mmm. More like it." The Senator chuckled.

Meanwhile, his tail-stinger charged up with electricity once more.
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Igern cackled. "I killed and ate the first and second. I absorbed their powers. And I will eat the rest too -- Obsidian! Starscream! Clench! Megatron! I will be the strongest of-"

Igern didn't get to finish his sentence, though, for Springer, unexpectedly, ignored the blast of lightning and sliced. Igern howled loudly as his massive arm flew through the air -- separated from him. Energon and mech fluid gushed out from the stump that used to be his elbow.

Igern staggered backwards, blindly shooting out electricity from his remaining arm.

Springer85
2013-10-13, 08:03 PM
The Senate

"None taken," Magnus replied when grabbed on to the tow line so that Thunderwrath could carry him in. "Wheeljack ensured me that I wouldn't be much heavier than I was before. Rather not wear the armor, but it's necessary."

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Arsenal

"More Seekers?" Kup said to Silver Raider. "Too many of those damn guys flying around in my city," he continued as he put his cy-gar away.

"Let's knock these guzzlers out of the sky and show them that you don't mess with Iacon. Follow me!" he said as he transformed and rolled out.

"Yes, sergeant!" Flameblaze and Shortstop said as they transformed and followed Kup.

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Southeastern Borders

Much to his surprise, Jazz's attack had the desired effect, but his injured leg was still hindering him and thus was knocked away by Scorponok's massive claw.

While knocked down, he saw that Terabolt's was successful too. "That's it! Keep at 'im!"

Jazz looked up and noticed that Scorponok was ready to fire his stinger again. "Look out! He's going to fire that stinger again," he shouted as he created some distance between himself and Scorponok.

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"Wow. You and Tarantulas must get along well then," he said as he took a few steps back. While Springer showed know exterior effects from the electric attack, it still stung and he took a moment to shake it off. A moment he had because Igern seemed a little in shock now that his arm was cut off.

Not for long though as Igern was blindly shooting out bolts of electricity and Springer had to constantly dodge the attack. Being hit by it once wasn't pleasant and he doubted that even his triple changer body could survive multiple hits. While dodging the attack, Springer moved a bit closer "Try dodging this," he said as he took aim and fired off a round with his wind funnel cannon.

Heinrad
2013-10-15, 02:22 AM
The Senate:


Tracks lifted into the air after skimming along over the rooftops, transforming to robot mode and landing on the opposite side of the hole from Wing Archer. Making sure his overhead laser cannons were ready to fire, he pulled his black beam gun and switched it to wide angle, then looked over at Wing Archer. "Ready?"

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War Room:


He'd seen enough.

Barely suppressing a growl of rage, Ironhide stormed out, heading for Sentinel's office.

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South East borders:


Nightbeat looked up, wearily. "You know, I always figured that if I died, it was going to be in a hail of gunfire from hardened criminals. Maybe saving the life of somebody, probably a fellow officer."

"Or maybe stabbed in the back by some punk kid who wants your money?"

"Admittedly more likely. However I was planning on checking out, that group of idiots up there was not part of the plan. Don't see any bunkers nearby, do you?"

Hot Rod shook his head. "We got zip for good cover. Just the building."

Ducking down behind a shattered wall, Nightbeat checked the charge in his plasma blaster. "Hnn. How good a shot and how fast are you?"

Hot Rod, ducking down next to him, shrugged. "Pretty fast, and pretty good. Why?"

"I've still got a link to one of the tanks. If you can distract those guys, we might be able to take them."

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Lift, leaving Vector Sigma:


Orion looked over at Yoketron. "We need to get back. But I have a feeling our return trip may not be as easy as it was getting here."

Warcry
2013-10-16, 06:00 AM
Iacon Streets

Lugnut scowled. "You have a defective memory," he told Grimlock. "You were a guest at Megatron's big fancy party just like everyone else. If you didn't like what he was selling, you wouldn't have come."

He raised one lanky arm, batting the Autobot's punch away before trying to grab his wrist.

"I have five eyes. But don't worry. I know you can't count that high."
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"Again with them?" Predacon sighed. "Tarannie, I'm beginning to think you have an unhealthy obsession!"

But he followed Tarantulas nonetheless, since he had nothing better to do. And also, the fact that they would be storming Autobot Headquarters certainly didn't hurt.
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Several of the drill tanks were crippled by incoming Autobot fire, but not all. And eventually one of the survivors broke through, it's heavy drill penetrating the ground deeply enough that the crew were able to slide comfortably into the city's subterrainian tunnel system. A mixed squad of car and motorcycle Vehicons followed, swarming into the city's underlevels and disappearing.

The remaining drills continued their work, chewing implacably into the ground.
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The Senate

Starscream fired a few more shots, this time taking out the handful of senators who had frozen at their spots in terror as they'd watched their comrades die.

"If you were Soundwave I'm sure you could," he told Skywarp, "but this isn't a Skullgrin movie. Broadcast studios don't usually come equipped for that, so we'd need to bring the gear ourselves. As for what's now..."

Starscream wasn't sure, exactly. He hadn't expected it to be this easy to clean out the Senate building, and to be honest he found himself being a bit disappointed.

Maybe Thundercracker's right. This is a bit beneath us after all.

"Stay where you are," he said at last. "The Autobots have to send backup, right? When they arrive we'll take them out."

Springer85
2013-10-17, 05:34 PM
Iacon Streets

"Bah," Tarantulas replied to Predacon as he enjoyed seeing their vehicons make short work of some autotroopers. "I'm not obsessed. Merely passionate," he said.

"Passionate about stomping their mech fluid into the ground," he added as he cackled.

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The Senate

Thundercracker remained at his position. There were a lot of mechs cowering in fear, behind whatever hiding spot they could find. It Suited Thundercracker just fine. This was a task far beneath his status, though seeing everybody hide away in fear did give him a confidence boost. As if he really needed one to begin with.

Thundercracker smirked. Might as well put the fear of Unicron in them while he's at it he thought as he walked towards a random civilian in menacing way.

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Arsenal

Wheeljack ignited the engines and took off. "Next stop: The Omega Sentinel!" Wheeljack shouted as Highbrow barely had enough time to strap himself in.

Aero Blade
2013-10-19, 11:08 PM
((OOC: Was waiting for Black to fix a typo, but I'm not sure if he's having net trouble. Terabolt was in her cat form when she attacked Scorponok, so she'd be using teeth or claws, not a blade. Hope you'll be back soon Black!))


Southeastern Borders

Terabolt took the blow from Scorponok's claw, but held on tight with teeth and claws to him. She released when he began to charge up his tail again, in favor of attempting to latch onto the electrical appendage instead. The electricity wouldn't hurt her with her armor, but she could try to keep him from electrocuting anyone else, or maybe shock himself if the current discharged back into him.



Vector Sigma Fortification Complex

"Indeed," Yoketron answered to Orion as the lift came to a stop and they stepped off and proceeded out. "If the Keeper's indications prove to be accurate, this war is the least of our problems. We must learn and excel in this tribulation if we are to have any hope of preparing for what is to come after it. We must return swiftly, and stay alert to any dangers along the way. The road back will be far more challenging than the path we took to here."



Iacon Streets

Dirge would fire a large blast into a building, smiling with satisfaction as something flammable inside went off, blowing out the windows and setting a fire.

"Let's make some noise, Rammers! Bigger the commotion, sooner they'll find us."



Medbay, Nemesis

When the only answer Knock Out received was an uncomfortable silence, he began to get a big nervous again. Best not to push captain Clench too far too soon - he could still wind up in the brig once things calmed down.

"Right, well, like we said, now's not the time for discussing such details. Best to get back preparing to receive wounded. And those two guards can stay in the medbay without worry of me, and Primus knows I could use the assistance once things heat up," Knock Out added, hoping that would smooth things over. As he turned from the com station, he'd see that most of security had left the medbay, aside from one or two still checking things out, and his original guard that he'd manage to get the better of.

"Alright, let's get you fixed up and back to watching my every move," Knock Out told him, motioning him towards the operating table. The vehicon seemed to hesitate, but with a few of the security staff still around, the vehicon seemed to decide he was reasonably safe. It was as he was starting to get to work that the other of the two original guards arrived, carrying an energon ration, and looking confused at the change in activity. Knock Out didn't bother to dignify his late return, instead getting right into work.

Lady Quickswitch
2013-10-20, 03:48 PM
Iacon - Streets

Quickswitch stood frozen as Sixshot transformed into car mode and blasted him with concussion blasters. The impact threw his top heavy weight off balance and the feeling of that energy discharge rattled through him, warped through his armor--

There was darkness in that tunnel, and a huge six-changing beast that no Cybertronian before had ever seen. The eyes of the creature--was like looking into the eyes of himself...

Switch! Switch, what are you doing?! Got to transform--transform!

A voice brought him out of it. He transformed quickly before he fell backwards, into beast mode and roared. He charged the other beast, hissing and snapping.

"Let's see you take on these!" the Autobot six changer snapped his jaws.

Blackjack
2013-10-20, 08:12 PM
(OOC: Back. Trying to catch up. PM me if I missed anyone.)

The Senate

Thunderwrath chuckled as he transported Magnus up towards the hole on the building’s roof. “Well, sir, either way, you’re still quite hefty. No problem for me, though, no sir, no problem at all.”
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Wing Archer notched an arrow into his bow, and the arrow glowed as energon flowed into it. He look at Tracks and nodded. “Ready.”
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“Boo.” Skywarp replied to Starscream. “Mighty inconsiderate of them.” The Seeker sighed, but perked up at being given a new assignment, and smiled. “Can do, boss. I can do that.”

Skywarp reloaded his newfound weapons, and teleported to a far corner of a room, squatting on the edge of a cabinet, a vantage point which, coupled with his dark colouring, would make him temporarily invisible to anyone who walked in through the door into the security room.
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Arsenal

Silver Raider nodded. “Yes, sir!” He replied with gusto as he transformed and followed Kup as well.
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Southeastern Borders

Scorponok grunted as he successfully knocked the wounded Jazz aside, but Terabolt had latched onto him and the beast mode was far heavier than he had considered. Mass displacement/replacement. Or simply some clever rearranging of body parts to adapt that beast mode.

His optic sensors adjusted quickly from Jazz’s little trick before, and he attempted to launch the lightning bolt at Jazz and Prowl, but Terabolt bit into his tail and threw the blast off-course. The weight of the Temple Knight, combined with her momentum, pulled Scorponok backwards.

The scientist instinctively transformed, and the Anti-Aircraft cannons mounted on his back swiveled straight up (or rather, backwards due to their orientation) towards Terabolt and opened fire.
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Prowl, like Jazz, transformed into his hovercar mode. Running over a Vehicon who happened to be in his path, he moved to try and make himself a more difficult target. “Take down the drills!” He shouted into the commlink, unable to do anything about the situation himself now that there’s a veritable sea of Vehicons between him and the forcefield.

Damn it.

Prowl mentally activated another command – one which would activate explosives lined in some of the underlevels’ tunnels – but as he did so he knew that it would not be enough. It’s not a gut feeling – it was fact, one born out of the quick calculations he had made in his head. And it made it worse for him.
At the most he’ll halt them for two minutes, kill four or five squads of Vehicons – meaningless. All his contingencies had fallen apart… all they could count on were the soldiers themselves, and the Decepticons have far more to throw at them.

So Prowl did what he could – small-arms weapon slid out of panels on his hood and unloaded ordnance at Scorponok. It was useless, he knew. Compared to Terabolt and Jazz he was dealing minimal damage. Scorponok’s armor was too thick. He needed a bigger weapon.
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Igern’s only reply to Springer’s taunt was an angered roar, which transformed into a pained one as the Triple-changer’s wind-funnel cannon slammed straight onto his chin in full force. The turbulent blast of air tore the right half of his face off, sending teeth, mandibles, and fragments of his shattered optic visor swirling into the air. Igern stumbled backwards, not shooting any lightning bolts at the moment and instead grasped his ruined face with his remaining good hand.
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Sentinel Prime Defense Base

When Ironhide arrived at Sentinel’s office, all he would find would merely be the ruined mess which the Prime had left behind, with no indication of where Sentinel had disappeared.
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Iacon Streets

“Him selling something? Me not notice. Me there for free munchies.” Grimlock snorted. “So you actually buy into all the slag Megatron spouts? Him thug in arena. Same as you and me. You think he some big shot because he have big cannon?”

Grimlock snorted as Lugnut’s vice-like claws slammed onto his wrist, and attempted to headbutt Lugnut in the face instead, aiming for the larger Decepticon’s array of optic sensors. “Me Grimlock say you have one eye so you have one eye!”
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Sixshot growled in approval as Quickswtich transformed into a beast mode as well. Slightly blockier than his lupine form, but no matter. The Decepticon six-changer transformed speedily into his tank form, the heavy treads screeching in protest at being forced into a momentum unsuited for a tank, but Sixshot did not care.

As Quickswitch lunged at him in beast mode, Sixshot charged up his array of turrets and opened fire.

“Splendid. For something that’s not supposed to be trained, you seem to be able to transform at least! I was worried you’d be a pushover!” Sixshot yelled, his deep voice sounding borderline ecstatic. “Come, come! Show me what else you can do!”

Springer85
2013-10-22, 08:29 PM
The Senate

Thundercracker was getting bored and started to shoot random things to scare the civilians present on the floor he was on. He was amazed at how little resistance anybody was putting up. "Really if this is what the capital of the Autobots has to offer I don't know what I was afraid of all those years ago to ever step foot here," he said to no one in particular.


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Magnus let go of the tow line and dropped down near the hole. "Tracks, Wing Archer: Good luck," he said to both as he made his way into the Senate building. "Thunderwrath, cover me," he said to the Elite Guardian as he looked around the area and moved forward.

He scanned the area and eventually heard some shooting. It seemed to come from a few floors down. Magnus held his rifle at the ready and motioned to Thunderwrath that he was going downstairs. "Stay on this floor and look around his floor. See if you can find any government official. If you do, escort them to safety. I'm going to see what's going on down stairs."

With that, Magnus moved down the stairs.

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Iacon Streets

Kup was in high gear as he drove through the streets of Iacon. He was close to the business district now and from the looks if things the district was hit hard. He could only imagine what other parts of Iacon would look like. "Stay close all of you. If we get ambushed I want a tight formation so that we don't end up shooting each other," he said.

In the distance, Kup could see two jets firing randomly at buildings. "I think I see the enemy in the distance. Anybody have an ID on those two?" Kup said as he transformed, hid himself behind a wall and looked around the corner.

"Definitely Decepticons, sir," Shortstop replied. "Let's scrap 'em!"

"We will," Kup replied, "but all in due time. Let's assess the situation first. Don't want to run in blind without knowing the odds," he continued. "Only fools rush in."

"Then Shortstop is the kinda mech you need," Flameblaze said as she transformed.

"Can the jokes," Kup said sternly. "I want you two focused. Silver Raider and I will focus on the enemy. You two cover us when needed and escort civilians out of the area if they're in harm’s way."

Both mechs nodded as Kup looked around. "Silver Raider? Are you ready to engage?"


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Southeastern Borders

"That's what I thought," Springer said as Igern didn't offer much of a resistance anymore. Springer walked over to Igern and put his wind funnel cannon to his head. "Any last words before I pull the trigger?" he said to the Destron, intending to pull the trigger and extinguish his spark.

Warcry
2013-10-23, 05:20 AM
Iacon Streets

"Pretty sure you left the party happy with your new Decepticon badge," Lugnut reminded Grimlock. "Don't act like you didn't go up to that orbital prison ready to fight for the cause."

Lugnut matched Grimlock's headbutt with one of his own, using the crown of his smooth skull to take the impact from the Autobot's head. Then he staggered back, scowling. "You have a hard head. In more ways than one. Megatron in the arena? He played to the crowd, Grimlock. That's why he got all the big title matches while you and me languished in the mid-card. They loved him. Just like everyone loves him today. Except you. But you know what? You're just jealous that Megatron made something of his life while you're just some dumb grunt wandering from job to job killing for anyone who'll pay you." His face somehow conveyed the impression of a sneer. "You're just like Sunstreaker!"

Immediately after the insult, he lobbed a handful of dirt at the Autobot's face before charging at him with a shoulder tackle.
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Dirge's agreement was all the encouragement his wingman needed.

"Woo!" Ramjet flew along at ground level, firing blaster shots into random buildings, until he saw what looked like a shop selling fancy decor. He kicked in that direction, smashed through the window and flew through several racks of fragile off-world urns and vases, grinning as they clattered to the ground and broke to pieces. The store's burglary alarm started to wail, and the seeker shouted out, "That's right! Come an' stop me!"
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Several of the tunnels collapsed, burying Vehicons already inside or crushing drill tanks as they fell through ground that would no longer support their weight. But as Prowl had expected, it was only a delaying tactic. For each tank destroyed and avenue cut off, another tank pierced the ground and opened a path for the Decepticon troops to gain entry into the deeper city.
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War Academy

Predacon sighed. "Yes, I gather," he told Tarantulas. "Well at the very least, can we kill everyone else we see on the way to their labs? I've got this charming nano-swarm weapon I've been dying to try out..."

Transforming, the Decepticon dropped to the ground outside the War Academy gates. The building was only lightly guarded, with most of the Autobots' soldiers having been deployed to the borders to fight off the hordes of Vehicons charging the gates. But still, the arrival of two obvious Decepticons sent a dozen or so Autotroopers charging in the scientists' direction. Predacon drew his whiplash cutlass, smiled, then lunged at them and decapitated their leader.

"What do you say, Tarannie? Up for some fun?"
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The Senate

While Skywarp did his best to remain hidden in his little nook, Starscream made no such attempts. In fact, the arrogant seeker walked languidly over to the senate speaker's chair, pushed the now-departed speaker's carcass off of it and sat down, slouching contemptuously with his feet up on the dead Autobot's body as he waited for someone -- anyone -- to show up and try to stop him.

Aero Blade
2013-10-24, 05:21 PM
Iacon Streets

Dirge would arrive several moments after Ramjet trashed the store upon 'landing', having taken a more leisurely approach and landing outside before walking through the destroyed front window like he owned the place, ignoring the wailing alarm.

"Never could figure why anyone wasted money on these things," Dirge commented as he picked up one vase. "Deathy always yelled at us if one got broken, but he always made such a show of buying a new one. Guess it shows off how much money you have if you can waste it on something that won't last long."

Dirge would toss the vase over his shoulder, letting it smash into a few more that Ramjet hadn't managed to destroy. He then pointed across the way at a shelf that had still managed to stay standing nearby to Ramjet. "You missed one."


Southeastern Borders

Terabolt had dug her teeth into Scorponok's tail, and her feet into the ground, but she didn't have a good enough grip to keep the Decepticon pinned, the thrust from his engine prying him out of her jaws and pushing her back a short distance. She immediately rebounded back to her feet and trying to leap at him once more.

Heinrad
2013-10-27, 02:25 AM
Senate Roof:


Tracks scowled. "I hope this works", he muttered under his breath. Centering Starscream in his sights, and hoping that the field would hit more than just one lone Decepticon, he fired the black beam gun, sending an expanding cone of blinding, clinging black light into the senate chamber.

**********
Sentinel's Office:


Ironhide looked around the office, narrowing his optics. "Great." He turned and headed back to the control room.

***********
Warehouse District:


"Ready?"

"No. But I'll go anyway." Hot Rod leapt from cover, aiming up at Zero and his cohorts.

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Streets of Iacon:


Orion looked at the unfolding chaos. "I'm not looking forward to this."

Blackjack
2013-10-28, 03:52 PM
Senate Roof

Wind Archer took aim at Starscream and as Tracks opened fire with the black beam gun, let loose with the energy arrow, attempting to pierce the Seeker's center of mass. As soon as the arrow was launched, he pulled another arrow from the quiver and notched it into his bow.
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"Yes sir." Thunderwrath replied to Magnus, and began to walk off to search for any survivors. The Decepticons weren't very thorough, though there was the odd corpse here or there...
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Warehouse District

Zero growled as his escorts were blown apart by Hot Rod's fire. "Fools! No wonder you were captured by the Autob-" Zero's rant was cut short as a blast slammed onto his underbelly, rupturing something and forcing the former Renegade to transform into his robot mode.

He growled, took aim at Hot Rod and began opening fire with a machinegun.
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South-East Border

Scorponok roared in triumph as Terabolt was shook loose, and attempted to swing around to face the Templar. Terabolt would be successful in slamming onto Scorponok's flank as he attempted to pivot around, the force denting the Decepticon's armor. With a growl, Scorponok's tail lashed down, attempting to pierce Terabolt with the sharp dagger on its end.

"Not bad, codex-thumper. Not bad." The Senator growled.

"Show some respect." Prowl cold voice cut in, "We are here to do battle, not to lob weak attempts at religious slurs. Jazz! Take him down!"

Scorponok yelled in pain as Prowl's second shoulder missile slammed onto his transformed head, staggering him and blinding him for the moment.
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Igern howled at Springer, and while he still spoke in some kind of ancient ritualistic dialect, the tone of the curse was still evident. He attempted to swipe at the triple changer with the stump that was his arm, but Springer's blast tore through his head, the swirling wind forces ripping apart whatever was left of the head, as well as everything inside it.

Instead of a swipe, all that Igern's corpse managed to do was to stumble and collapse down in front of Springer pathetically like a doll.
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Iacon Streets

"Nah, purple not suit me." Grimlock replied to Lugnut. "Me not fight for cause. Me do favour for Obsidian. Totally different thing. If you lead the mission, me poke your eye out, not kill guards."

It was a lie, of course. Grimlock had enjoyed -- reveled -- in the mayhem during the assault on the orbital prison. He did not get to kill a lot of guards, sure, and there was some soul-searching involved, but Grimlock had to admit, grudgingly and unhappily, that he did indeed enjoy the mission as Lugnut had said.

Damned if he would let the Decepticon know, though.

Grimlock growled as Lugnut headbutted him, staggering backwards as well and massaging his slightly dented forehead. "Him not play to crowd. Him politician, him do same slag that every politician in Iacon do. Him just have big cannon to back him up." Grimlock made a gesture which imitated spitting, except that he did not have a mouth with which to spit. "Love him? Me pretty sure only you love Megatron. Everyone else scared of him. But not me. After me beat you to pulp, me beat him, Megatron, and his ugly bucket helmet too."

"Don't compare me to him." The former gladiator growled as his vision turned red. "Him idiot who only care about finish. But at least you think me, Grimlock, am like someone with a name. Me, Grimlock, think you Lugnut just like all the dead idiots in the arena. You just have more eyes yet somehow more blind and stupid than them."

Grimlock grunted as the dirt slammed onto his face, and grunted as Lugnut charged and tackled him. Caught in a disadvantage, Grimlock attempted to bring both hands down on where he approximated Lugnut's head is, whilst lashing out randomly with his legs.

Shouldn't really have talked that much...
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"Always, sir." Silver Raider replied to Kup, pulling out a pair of assault rifles. "Say the word, and let's blow these slagheaps to kingdom come."
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Sentinel Prime Defense Base

"Sir." Lambor turned to Rapido with fear in his optics. "Two more bogeys. At our doorstep! ID's are positive as two of the scientist Warrant Officer Volks had identified before: Predacon and Tarantulas."

Warcry
2013-10-28, 05:44 PM
(OOC: Wait a sec...Starscream is indoors. How are they shooting at him from the roof? I think they'd have to dramatically storm into the senate chamber first before he'd be visible.)

Springer85
2013-10-30, 11:40 AM
War Academy

"Oh, but that's a given," Tarantulas replied to Predacon when the latter mentioned killing everyone on site. "With most of their troops deployed elsewhere, taking control of their prestigious Academy is going to be easy. I have no use of Autobots in what could be one of our new... lairs," he added as he giggled as he transformed to robot mode.

"By all means," let's start tearing their doors down," he yelled and followed it up with a cackle as he fired off rounds randomly. Aiming never really was Tarantulas' strong point.

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The Senate

With Thunderwrath upstairs making sure nobody would be allowed to attack Magnus from behind, the large soldier descended the stairs and reached the main entrance hall. Looking around the corner he could see Thundercracker intimidating civilians. No particularly important personnel present here, but innocent lives nonetheless. Magnus tried moving closer to Thundercracker, but Magnus forgot that he's heavier now and thus making more sound when he moves.

Instantly, Thundercracker turned around and fired off a round from his shoulder mounted rifle. "Trying to sneak up on me, eh? No such luck! Come on! Show yourself," he said trying to get his opponent to reveal himself.

"Thunderwrath," Magnus said contacting the Elite guardsman on the com. "I've been spotted so be careful. I'll deal with this guy, but he could've informed his friends so expect company."

Magnus got up from behind the desk he was hiding behind and revealed himself. "Decepticon! Surrender now or suffer the consequences!" Magnus said in an intimidating tone.

It had no effect on Thundercracker however. "Really? That's it? I was expecting a better threat from a mech like you. Eat slag, Autobot! Die at the hands of Thundercracker!" he yelled at Magnus as he started firing at the Elite Guardsmen commander.

Magnus dodged the attack, but wasn't able to avoid getting hit. Much to his own surprise though, the hits that did land hardly did any damage.

"What the?! Thundercracker said surprised as he saw that Magnus hardly took any damage. Magnus got back up on his feet and actually smiled. Something he rarely does. In the mean time, Magnus pulled out the hammer that Wheeljack had made for him and charged Thundercracker. Decepticon. Prepare to pay for the consequences of your actions at the hands of Ultra Magnus! He shouted as he took a swing at Thundercracker with the hammer and inadvertently knocked him through the ceiling one floor up!

Magnus was caught by surprise. Never did he intend to hit Thundercracker that hard. Wheeljack and Highbrow really did a number on his upgrade.

One floor up, Thundercracker landed on the floor with a thud and surprisingly, he smiled. "Finally, a challenge," he said though still thought it was smart to inform the others that the Autobots were here. "Starscream. Skywarp. We have visitors. Heavy armed ones too."

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Iacon Streets

Kup looked around. The streets were pretty much cleared except for a mech stuck under the rubble across the street. "Shortstop, Flameblaze. Get that mech to safety. Silver raider, cover me. There are two 'Cons over there in the store. I'm going to throw a flash grenade in there to draw them out and keep the property damage to a minimum," he added as he slowly made his way to the store, remaining out of sight.

Pulling a flash grenade from one of his compartments, he pulled the clip off which had a 5 klik delay and threw it at Dirge and Ramjet. "Hope you like a light show, punks," he said though not too loud.

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South-East Border

Springer looked down at the terminated Igern. A job well done he thought to himself though in the end it was futile. He looked around and saw that for every Decepticon they would take out another one seemingly took its place. "Prowl! This battle here is hopeless. We're not pushing them back, they just keep on coming! They'll take the city in no time unless we don't do something more than just trying to stop foot soldiers."

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Jazz's shoulder launcher moved into place and fired off a couple of flame rounds at Scorponok. "Time to put you out of our misery, Deceptichump!"

Heinrad
2013-11-01, 01:07 AM
(OOC: Tracks and Wing Archer are by a hole in the roof, looking down into the chamber)

Warcry
2013-11-01, 04:38 AM
Iacon Streets

"Easy to say now," Lugnut growled at Grimlock. "After you ran away to hide behind Prowl's skirts. Did he pat you on the head and give you an energon goodie when you came back? Because that's all you are to them, you know. A trained attack turbofox."

He ducked under the Autobot's wild swing, then fell forward (on top of his foe) when Grimlock swept his legs out from under him.

"Pretty sure you're the blind one right now, Grimlock. Me? I can see just fine, and I don't need eyes to do it! Megatron saved me from a fate worse than death at the hands of your friends. He showed me the path, and I owe it to him to follow!" He grabbed at Grimlock's right wrist with his giant, clamp-like-hands, trying to apply an armlock to the other large Transformer.

"But you want to talk about the arena? Fine. I'll show you how I fought there!"
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"Missed one?" Ramjet scoffed. "Do you realize how hard it is to smash all this junk and leave just one standing? It's funnier that way. But if you insist..."

He shot the remaining trinket just to make Dirge happy.

Then a small ball flew into the shop through the smashed-out window. Ramjet stared at it for a second before he realized what it was.

"Grenade!" he shouted, activating his foot thrusters and blasting away from it...and directly into the shop's ceiling. He punched through, of course, but not without sending a cascade of debris falling down onto Dirge.
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War Academy

Predacon grinned. "Just try not to blow up any of their labs with that random fire of yours," he told Tarantulas. "We're heading into the heart of the Autobots' government. They've gotta have something to steal!"

A few of the troopers dropped due to Tarantulas's fire, and Predacon ran another through with his blade before the rest began to retreat into the entrance.

"You want to be literal about tearing those doors down," Predacon asked his fellow scientist, "or should we rush them before they get them closed?"
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The Senate

(OOC: Okay, we'll go with that. I don't think it really works with the layout of the building, but that's not a big deal. Starscream can disgrace himself this way too. :) )

Starscream shrieked as he was hit with a strange blast of darkness that seemed to take his sight away. He clawed at his optics, falling out of the speaker's throne and landing on the floor. He rolled into several rows of chairs, knocking them over and not even noticing the arrow that hit the chair where he'd been sitting a moment before.

Trying to regain his composure, Starscream took a moment to activate his cloaking device before scrambling away from the place he'd fallen.

Blind me, will you? Fine, but you can't see me either! His scientist's mind was already hard at work, analyzing the spectra of the beam that had hit him. A black-beam gun, he thought to himself approvingly. Didn't realize they'd actually managed to make those. Should wear off on a few minutes...

"Yes, I've noticed," he replied snarkily to Thundercracker when the other seeker called him. "Please do your best not to let them offline you. I don't want to carry your body back to the Nemesis when we're done. Skywarp, there's at least one Autobot on the roof taking potshots at me through the skylight. Go up there and kill him. Then we'll go help Thundercracker with his problem."

Blackjack
2013-11-01, 04:51 AM
(OOC: What Heinrad said... though the Seekers did move around the building after entering through the hole in the roof, didn't they?)

The Senate

"Roger that, sir. I'll keep an eye out." Thunderwrath replied to Ultra Magnus, no doubts that the Elite Guard commander would take down whoever he was fighting.

"Hello." Thunderwrath said, one optic raised as Thundercracker was sent flying up into the floor he was in. He aimed his rifle at the Seeker. "Don't move, flyboy! Last warning!"
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"Oh, goody." Skywarp chuckled from where he was perched.
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Iacon Streets

Silver Raider nodded, keeping an optic out for any backup the two Decepticons looting the store might have.
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South-East Border

"I agree with your assessment." Prowl replied to Springer. "So we take on the commanders! I can't fly, but you can -- there. Can you see the old-fashioned helicopter? Above the ramparts there, directing the Vehicons. That is Obsidian, their commander. Take him out."

It was hollow, of course. Taking Obsidian out would simply mean that the Vehicons would move in less of a planned strategem (Prowl doubted Obsidian was the only strategist in Decepticon employ) and more of an angry horde washing over everything.

But one step at a time... there's only so much they can do.

Vehicons still rushed past them. Prowl can't waste ammunition -- killing one or two additional soldiers here won't do them any good, as much as he wanted to.

He sighed and launched several more acid pellets at Scorponok in conjunction with Jazz's flame rounds, hoping to feed them.

Scorponok roared, his upper torso wreathed in fire. His paint melted and warped, and some parts of his armour began to buckle. Scorponok transformed, and in the process the sliding parts cut off the air supply to the flames, but that didn't stop all of the fire on his frame.

"Terabolt, take out the pistons on his knees! Cripple him!" Prowl yelled as he began to move towards Scorponok, taking out any Vehicons attempting to assist their creator with precise headshots.

Blackjack
2013-11-01, 05:01 AM
Iacon Streets

Grimlock grunted as Lugnut slammed down on top of him. Only his own strength pushing against the Decepticon prevented him from being crushed into a pulp.

"Hmm. You talk a lot, but you different how? Megatron don't even see you as pet. You less than trained turbofox. You like drone. You follow false god with bucket head." Grimlock replied to Lugnut, resisting the urge to just roar incomprehensibly at the Decepticon.

Grimlock growled as he attempted to twist away from Lugnut's arm-lock. "Ah, arena. Seldom me fight thugs bigger than me."

His missile launcher and submachine gun were somewhere in the rubble, as was his energon sword, but he had a third weapon -- the stunner laser rifle. Shifting his weight to his left arm, he pulled the rifle from his hip and opened fire at Lugnut's stomach, hoping to at least to get the larger Decepticon off of him.
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"Okay, that wasn't expected..." Silver Raider muttered as Ramjet punched through the ceiling. "That's gotta do a number on his exostructure. Engaging now, sir." He told Kup before opening fire at the white Seeker.
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The Senate

"Ah, damn. I missed." Wind Archer growled as he launched a second arrow at the blinded Starscream, though with the darkness he doubted he'll hit anything important.
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Skywarp clapped his hands together when Starscream's orders came in. "Right away, boss man!"

The Seeker teleported once, twice, and three times to get from the security office, and materialized on the roof a fair distance away from Wind Archer and Tracks. Skywarp then began to dash towards the two Autobots. "Two of them up here, boss!" Skywarp yelled as he began to move towards them, teleporting in short bursts to cover the distance, whilst opening fire at the two Autobots.

Aero Blade
2013-11-02, 08:21 PM
Streets of Iacon

"Look forward, but keep an eye behind you," Yoketron told Orion, transforming into vehicle mode andm oving out.

((ooc: Want to run into any of the trouble, or right back to base? I'm game for whatever))


South-East Border

Terabolt had dug in with teeth and claw again on Scorponok's armor, but when the tail came at her she released her bite, shifting her position to allow the tail to scrape her side instead of a more vital spot. The blade dug a deep crevice into her armor, but the dense material stood up to the blow.

In response she would bite at the tail, but gave up quickly on that when Prowl yelled out about going for his knees. Terabolt immediately moved to wrap her paws around Scorponok's nearest leg, intending to bearhug it like a typical feline before digging in with her jaws and use her weight to hamper him.


Iacon Streets

Dirge wasn't so quick to get out of the way of the flash grenade, but he did put his arms up to shield himself, blinded by the light it created. He did have enough sense though to get out of the way when he heard Ramjet taking off - he was still hit by some of the smaller debris, but at least he wasn't buried. Dirge would continue to stagger briefly for a few moments, disoriented by the flash grenade.

"Blasted Autobots! Let's tear them apart for that cheep trick!" He yelled to Ramjet, getting his bearings again.

Lady Quickswitch
2013-11-03, 04:20 AM
Iacon Streets

The beast slammed into Sixshot and was simultaneously forced backwards by the explosion of turret fire. It went tumbling end and side over side with a confused, shocked howl.

Black smoke billowed up from the impacts where the Decepticon had dented and scorched his armor.

"Yrrrrr..." the beast moaned as it lay twitching on its side.

Warcry
2013-11-04, 08:35 PM
Iacon Streets

"At least everyone knows where I stand," Lugnut told Grimlock. "You? You'll probably be a Decepticon again by next week!"

Grimlock's laser fire hit the big Decepticon in the gut, backing him off but not piercing the freshly-repaired armour that Knock-Out had tended to so expertly.

"Except we won't take you back, so where does that leave you? A nobody working with the losing side, surrounded by people who hate him!"

Lugnut roared, then charged forward with his right arm extended, trying to drop Grimlock right back to the ground with a powerful clothesline.
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Ramjet groaned as the Autobots shot his exposed legs, which were still dangling out of the hold he'd carved in the ceiling.

"Ow! Yeah, I'll get right on that, Dirge."

The seeker struggled, eventually pulling the rest of his body up into the building's cramped attic. A few strikes from his fists were enough to punch a hole through the building's roof. Jumping out, he landed on the street and looked around for the Autobots, hoping he'd come out behind them instead of right in their line of fire.
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The Senate

"Kill them, Skywarp!" Starscream told the other seeker. "A mere two Autobots are no threat to a Decepticon like you!"

He didn't actually believe that, but if the other jet kept the Autobots busy until his sight (still just a dark blur) recovered they could probably win this.

Another arrow hit the ground, uncomfortably close this time, but the cloaked Decepticon didn't dare move in the fear that he'd knock over a chair and reveal his exact location.

Blackjack
2013-11-06, 03:00 PM
South-East Border

Scorponok roared as he swung around wildly with his claws in an attempt to hit Terabolt, while anti-aircraft cannons on his shoulders opened fire randomly in an attempt to suppress the Autobots assaulting him.

Terabolt slammed into his leg just then, though, and the flame-wreathed Decepticon yelled in pain as her jaws and claws bit into the pistons in the Decepticon's leg, tearing into hydraulics and armor and severing them.

The Decepticon, half-blinded by flames, found a target and swung his massive, powerful claw towards the massive beast attached to his leg.
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Iacon Streets

Not even pausing, Sixshot pivoted and launched himself into the air with his transformation, transforming in the air into his cannon mode. Charging up a shot, he took aim at the fallen Quickswitch, charged up a shot and fired at the downed Autobot.

"COME!" Sixshot roared. "Come, six-changer! You're not even good for a warm up like this!"
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Iacon Streets

"You not hear what I said? Purple clash with me." Grimlock snapped at Lugnut. He lifted his finger off the trigger of the weapon aimed at Lugnut's gut. "At least me Grimlock not some scum toadie, me Grimlock badass hired mercenary!"

As Lugnut charged towards him with his arm stretched, Grimlock charged forwards and dropped to his knees, throwing his head back and sliding just under Lugnut's arm. As he ended up behind Lugnut, Grimlock shakily got to his feet, shook his head once, and bellowed out a loud, booming roar as he aimed his weapon at Lugnut and opened fire.
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The Senate

"Damn right they aren't." Skywarp crowed to Starscream.

Springer85
2013-11-08, 06:43 PM
War Academy

"Bah," Tarantulas scoffed. "You're mistaking me for an incompetent fool," he replied to Predacon when he mentioned Tarantulas' random fire. "Anything worth stealing will be probably be better guarded. If it gets destroyed by my gunfire it's not worthy of being in our possession."

Tarantulas waved his hand. "Rushing them or tearing down the doors, it matters not," he continued. "Their resistance is futile and their fates have been sealed the moment they dared fire upon us. Let's kill them all," he said as he transformed into his motorcycle mode and rushed towards the guards that were trying to close the gates as he fired upon them with his cyber-venom darts.

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The Senate

"My best," Thundercracker replied to Starscream. "I don't think I have much of a choice seeing as one of them is Magnus," he added as he got up on his feet while wiping the dust off his frame.

Thundercracker turned his head towards Thunderwrath and smirked. "Really? You Autobots need to work on your threats. They're getting stale fast," he said as his ignited the thrusters in his feet and charged at Thunderwrath with high speed, intending to shoulder block him.

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Magnus was still a little in shock of what he just did. Never in his life did he expect to hit anybody that hard. He'll have to learn how to deal with his new strength. "Thunderwrath, keep him busy. I'm on my way."

Magnus looked around. At least the floor he was secure and the civilians in this area could escape through the emergency exit. Magnus made his way back up to provide back-up for Thunderwrath should he require it.

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South-East Border

Springer smiled. "You sure know how to give a mech a challenge," he replied to Prowl as he transformed into helicopter mode and made his way towards Obsidian.

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Iacon streets

"Agreed, but we got their attention," Kup replied to Silver Raider. "These guys are Seekers so don't be reckless. Switch fighting partners if they seem to get the upper hand on you," Kup advised the Elite Guardian as he fired upon Dirge. Though due to the rubble and the dust it created, Kup's aim could be a bit off.

Aero Blade
2013-11-09, 10:39 PM
Streets, Iacon

Kup's shots would just skim by Dirge's head, and one managing to graze his shoulder, serving to rile Dirge further. The dust was also obscuring his own vision, though, and he moved for the cover of a counter to wait for the dust to clear. By then most of his disorientation from the flash grenade had worn off, and Dirge took aim at the Autobots in the street, firing a rocket roughly into the middle of the group of them.


South-East Border

Scorponok's last wild flail would find it's mark, hitting Terabolt hard and sending her tumbling. She'd had her fangs deep into his leg by then, though, and the Temple Knight would be literally tore from Scorponok's leg, taking a large chunk of his frame with her. Terabolt would roll a short distance before managing to stop on her feet, but she did not rush him immediately, finding her footing.



Medbay, Nemesis

Knock Out had done another spectacular repair job, if he did say so himself, on the guard he'd managed to electrocute, but it was not as if that sorry sap would even bother to thank him, scuttling off to get some distance from the doctor as soon as the work was done. Knock Out however didn't let it bother him, having grown too weary to be concerned about the lack of praise.

Picking up the energon ration that had been set on a counter by the other guard, Knock Out wandered over to the cot in the corner of the medbay, settling himself in for now. It was a lousy set-up, but it was all he had for now, until the battle was done. The fact that no wounded had arrived yet though made him hope things were going well.

Laying back in the cot, Knock Out would hold up the energon ration to look at it once more, then simply let the object rest on his chest with his hand still holding it, closing his optics to take a brief power down. Pre-packaged, stabilized, synthetic energon... he would not offend his pallet to have it - he wasn't that hungry. Yet.

Warcry
2013-11-12, 06:45 AM
Iacon Streets

"No," Lugnut all but spat at Grimlock. The Autobot shot him in the back, but his new armour allowed him to shrug it off. "I am one of Megatron's Elite Guard, one of the trusted Decepticon elite. You? You're just a cowardly merchant. And for someone who's so sure he was better than me in the arena, you sure do like to bring weapons into the equation."

Lugnut's tail section split open to reveal the missile launcher hidden inside, which tracked toward Grimlock and fired.

"Well, I tried to keep this civilized..."
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After getting his bearings, Ramjet saw Kup and Silver Raider moving in on Dirge. Since the latter Autobot was a bit closer, Ramjet fired a laser blast at the Autobot's back.
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The Senate

"Magnus?" Starscream asked, sounding impressed in spite of himself. "I guess they're finally taking us seriously," he said to Thundercracker. "Well, in that case, just try not to get killed. Skywarp and I will be down there in a minute."

The Decepticon's vision had started to clear now, and he thought he could make out the hole that he'd been fired on through. In another few seconds, he'd be able to fly through it and engage the idiots who had dared attack him...
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War Academy

"Can't argue with logic like that," Predacon shrugged, though whether he actually agreed with Tarantulas's rationale or just thought he was too nuts to bother debating was up in the air. And besides, the other Decepticon had suggested a bracing bout of murder, so they really didn't have time to debate things.

As Tarantulas poisoned several guards with his venom darts, leaving them twitching on the ground and the gates to the building wide open, Predacon transformed to vehicle mode and clattered forward. Tilting his nose to the ground, he pushed the crowd back with his threatening, quick-moving rotor blades until he was inside. By then, several of the Autobots had retreated far enough that they could raise their guns without having their arms chopped off so Predacon transformed to robot mode, grabbed one of the Autobots that Tarantulas had drugged and held him up as a living shield.

"Next move's all yours, Tarannie!"

Blackjack
2013-11-18, 12:53 PM
The Senate

Thunderwrath was about to reply to Ultra Magnus, but all he managed was a surprised “GUHHH?!” as Thundercracker shoulder-tackled him with a sudden burst of speed. The Elite Guardsman was sent crashing onto a table, which shattered under their combined weight.

The Autobot scrabbled for his sidearm, but found that he had dropped it during the charge. So instead he settled for attempting to grab the Seeker in a choke-hold, to keep him busy until Ultra Magnus arrives... or hopefully take the Seeker down himself.
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South-East Border

“Bogey coming my way.” Obsidian said, his tone depicting bemusement more than actual concern. “Renegade Squadrons Theta and Epsilon, move into grid 3C. Stop the green helicopter with extreme prejudice.”

As commanded, two fleets of mismatched Decepticon jets shot into place and began to open fire at Springer.
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Terabolt tore apart a chunk of Scorponok’s leg, including some of the ligaments which supported movement on the pillar-like limb. Scorponok killed the flame obscuring his vision ineffectively with his claws, ripping the damaged orange visor and tossing it aside – it was useless and was sending static into his head, which was distracting.

“Not… not bad, maggot.” Scorponok chuckled, as he spat out a glob of coagulated mech fluid from his mouth. “You actually managed to hurt me.”

Scorponok’s shoulder-mounted AA cannons locked into place, took aim at Terabolt and opened fire.
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Iacon Streets

“Aye, sir.” Silver Raider replied to Kup, as another missile clicked into place and he begun to aim... but Dirge returned fire. “Incoming!” The Elite Guardsman yelled as he rolled aside from where the rocket would land – but he never did, since Ramjet’s shot tore onto his back, ripping through critical components and sending him onto an uncontrolled crash onto the ground…

Which means that when Dirge’s rocket landed, he would be caught right at ground zero.
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“Elite Guard? Fah! Autobot or Decepticon, Elite Guard is fodder.” Grimlock chuckled. “What is it announcer like to say? If you cannot take heat, get out of arena!”

Grimlock’s optic band grew wide as Lugnut revealed the missile launcher in his body, and let out an annoyed groan as the weapon launched. “Me Grimlock’s big, non-existent mouth…” Grimlock transformed into his tank mode, and his twin triple-barreled turret assemblies tracked the missile and returned fire. The resulting explosion was too close to him for comfort, though, and the combined force was enough to lift the massive tank off the ground and send him tumbling and crashing onto another part of the debris.

Grimlock transformed, shook his head to clear it, and slammed his fists together again and bellowed another roar. “That best you can do?”

Lady Quickswitch
2013-11-19, 08:32 PM
Iacon Streets

Quickswitch lay on his side. The beast's head snapped up and he rolled as quickly as he could out of the way of the monster's blast.

Hsssss!

The ruse had failed. No, this one, the Autobot observed, was not like other Transformers. Something deeper even, than the six modes that composed Sixshot's body. This one wasn't just a soldier like himself, this one was a pure killer it seemed, in mind as well as body.

Quickswitch bellowed, unhurt and transformed to cannon mode himself.

Got to get him out of the city..

He hovered and fired as deftly as he could at the other gun before transforming to jet mode and apparently fleeing upwards.

The six changer said nothing.

Blackjack
2013-11-22, 01:53 PM
Iacon Streets

Sixshot moved as Quickswitch rolled, the wave of energy moving with him and gouging the ground, following the Autobot's movements. The Autobot then transformed into cannon mode, and fired at him.

"Ah, good! It seems that your little training manages to make you at least some measure of a fighter." Sixshot transformed into his robot mode and dropped straight down, Quickswitch's blast flying harmlessly over his head. "Come!" He yelled as he aimed the cannons at Quickswitch...

But the Autobot transformed into jet mode and shot away.

Sixshot snorted, optics narrowing. His voice lost the slightly jubilant tone he had earlier and turned menacing. "Running away? How cowardly."

Before his feet touched the ground, Sixshot folded into his jet mode, and shot straight into the sky after Quickswitch, launching missiles at the Autobot. He knew that the Autobot was leading him away from the civilians, from the other soldiers. He'll let the Autobot have way for a little while.

Warcry
2013-11-24, 03:10 PM
Iacon Streets

"The best?" Lugnut laughed at Grimlock's taunt. "No, moron. I've been toying with you. If you want my best you have to earn it!"

He lobbed another chunk of debris at the Autobot's head as he spoke, then shouted "Catch!"
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Ramjet whooped as Silver Raider was caught between his fire and Dirge's, taken down and seemingly out of the fight. "Oh yeah! Take that, Autobots!" he crowed, making a taunting gesture in Kup's direction.

Aero Blade
2013-11-25, 04:22 PM
South-East Border

As Scorponok opened fire, Terabolt leapt to the side, moving to circle around the large mech's backside at a distance. The intention was if he kept his sights on her, his back would wind up to her allies, or the reverse if he chose to ignore her.


Iacon Streets

Dirge grinned wickedly as his and Ramjet's efforts took down their first Autobot - the first of soon to be many - stupid Autobots!

With the distraction the missile explosion supplied, Dirge would start to move from his cover, now ready to take on their opponents. He opened fire with his arm-mounted lasers, aiming predominately at Kup.

"Get the old scrapheap! He's probably the one barking the orders!" Dirge called out to his partner. Seeing their leader fall would send the others into a panic most likely, which is what he most wanted to see.

Blackjack
2013-11-26, 02:23 PM
Iacon Streets

"You Lugnut's best is big rock? Me think your missiles were better." Grimlock chuckled as he braced himself. The debris wasn't really much of a threat to either him or Lugnut, but to humour the Decepticon, Grimlock caught the chunk of massive concrete, tensed as he fought against the momentum before lobbing it back at Lugnut with no less force.
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South-East Border

Scorponok turned around and followed Terabolt and continued to tear the ground apart with his AA cannons, trying to kill the Templar or at least make her move away.

Prowl silently cursed. His missiles were spent and his acid pellet gun wasn't exactly the most ideal weapon here. Clicking the rifle back into his hip, he charged at Scorponok, transforming into his vehicle mode as he did so...

Lady Quickswitch
2013-11-30, 01:27 AM
Sky Over Iacon

"Come on, come on, come on!" Quickswitch said as he flew away.

Sixshot registered behind him.

Good, he's following me.

The other sixchanger was a master at handling his modes. Quickswitch struggled to keep in-form, the ground growing smaller and the stars brighter, nearer. Just got to keep him occupied til this assault is over with...

Quickswitch continued until he judged was a safe distance above, "Hit me, freak!" he called, taunted, turned in a random barrel roll.

[I]Hey, this is fun.

True, it made no sense, sending a fledgeling recruit out after....whatever it was that Sixshot represented.

But the variety of his modes was fun.

"Sixshot!" he called the Decepticon by name, "Before we scrap each other," another dizzying barrel roll, "What are you?"

Heinrad
2013-11-30, 02:15 AM
South East Border:


Perched atop a shattered wall is a small green and maroon Cybertronian, watching the battle.

His name is Bludgeon, and he can hear his Master's voice ringing in his audio receptors.

Oh, woe betide me, that I, Sutekki, the Master of Metallikato, have had to train such a worthless pile of gutter scrapings. I give you mastery of that which makes you superior to the rest of these short sighted fools, that which brings you level with Primus, and all you do is crouch here, watching the battle.

The sad part was, Sutekki was dead. But the old mech had made such an impression on his pupil that Bludgeon could pretty much figure out what he'd say.

Either that, or the old bastich's spirit was haunting him.

'Ultimate Warrior', indeed. 'Ultimate Idiot' would be more apt.

Aero Blade
2013-12-01, 12:20 AM
South-East Border

Terabolt would spot Prowl making his move, and made sure to stay in range to keep Scorponok's attention. She didn't want to loop back around so as to cause the Decepticon to notice the Autobots behind him, so Tera would leap at a nearby piece of rubble, rebound over the gunfire and tear off in the opposite direction, intending to fan his attention back through the same space.


((OOC: Yay, Bludgeon! It's about time ;) ))

Blackjack
2013-12-01, 03:18 PM
Sky Over Iacon

Sixshot tore through the air after Quickswitch, but as he did so he launched concussion blasts wantonly onto the buildings he passed by. Several tall skyscrapers collapsed unto themselves as Sixshot's blasts tore onto support struts and blew walls apart.

How many died? Autobots, civilians, otherwise? Sixshot didn't care. All he watched out for was for Decepticon life signals... nay, Vehicon life signals. And not only for the kinship with his brethren -- they were tagged upon birth, and thus were easier to keep track off. The rest of the rabble unfortunate enough not to be tagged and be inside the buildings Sixshot was shooting at? Well, whoops.

"Did you not hear my introduction?" Sixshot replied, a hint of irritation in his voice. "I am Sixshot, Decepticon Solo Transformer Assault Group." Another blast, and a massive building crashed into the streets below them. "I am the Decepticons' most powerful weapon. You? You're honestly being kind of a disappointment. I wanted a fight, not cat-and-mouse."

Sixshot transformed into his cannon mode, and launched a wide-spectrum sonic concussion blast at Quickswitch, hoping to knock his systems haywire enough to get a proper shot in.
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South-East Border

Scorponok roared, attention focused on Terabolt as he launched anti-aircraft missile after anti-aircraft missile at the Knight.

He did not see Prowl charging at him in his vehicle mode until the Autobot rammed onto his leg -- the leg which had been wounded by Terabolt's blades and Jazz's flames earlier in the battle. With a loud, satisfying crunch, Scorponok's leg bent inward at an unnatural angle as Prowl skidded away from the senator. Scorponok's pained howl which accompanied the crunch gave Prowl a sense of guilty satisfaction.

Prowl cursed as he transformed back into robot mode. His hood -- and therefore his chest -- was crumpled by the impact, but Scorponok was effectively crippled.

"Jazz, Terabolt, hit him with all you got!" Prowl yelled. The strategist aimed his acid pellet gun at Scorponok. He knew that the Senator's armor was too thick for his acid to melt through, but he can take his long range abilities out of the equation.

With two precise shots, two acid pellets flew straight into the barrels of Scorponok's shoulder-mounted cannons, and as the acid ate into the ammunition within, they ripped apart with two explosions. This time, Scorponok's howl wasn't even audible. As the flames started to fade away, Prowl noted that Scorponok was fairly done for -- part of his helmet was gone, and one of his arms was dangling from the shoulder with wires.

Good. Terabolt and Jazz can-

Prowl's line of thought was interrupted as five million volts of electricity lashed out from Scorponok's stinger tail and slammed onto his chest, sending him flying through the air.

Warcry
2013-12-03, 04:52 AM
Iacon Streets

"No, idiot. That was a distraction." Lugnut was already lunging even as Grimlock threw the rock back, lowering his centre of mass as he ran. The rock passed harmlessly through the air above him as he threw his heavily-built shoulders at the Autobot's knees, hoping to knock him down and possibly impair his mobility.
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"You got it!" Ramjet shouted at Dirge. "One smashed fogey, coming up!" The seeker transformed to jet mode and rocketed toward Kup as fast and hard has he could. As he was travelling at ground level at jet fighter speeds, he naturally send a large number of mailboxes and street signs flying as he went.

Subtlety was not Ramjet's strong suit.

Blackjack
2013-12-03, 04:46 PM
Iacon Streets

As soon as Lugnut lunged at him, Grimlock braced himself and launched himself into the air. He fumbled and attempted to open fire at Lugnut with his atom-smasher machinegun, but didn't quite manage to draw the weapon out before he slammed onto a graceless landing where Lugnut was standing earlier.

"That terrible distraction." Grimlock snorted as he whirled around and pressed his finger on the trigger button.

Aero Blade
2013-12-06, 12:52 AM
South-East Border

Terabolt would be kept occupied by the incoming shots from Scorponok, chasing her a bit further out to avoid the weaponfire before she'd be able to circle back and move in to attack. She'd been unable to prevent the electrical attack on Prowl, but she would leap on the tail soon after, intending to tear it asunder with claw and fang.

Springer85
2013-12-09, 08:23 PM
Iacon Streets

"Punks... They're only overconfident punks looking for a scrap," Kup told himself. "Uncoordinated attacks and nothing more than that. Reminds me of the days I was kicking down a Renegade cell," he continued, mostly to himself.

He noticed Ramjet was heading his way with high velocity and there wasn't much that Kup could do against a flier other than shoot bullets at him which he did. "Eat lead Decepticreep!"

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The Senate

Thunderwrath's attempt to choke Thundercracker was successful as the latter was caught by surprise and dropped down. He tried fighting the Elite guardsman off him as much as he could. With his shoulder mounted rifle, Thundercracker took aim at Thunderwrath's midsection. "Get off me, Autobot," he said gaspingly.

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South-East Border

Springer narrowly avoided the incoming fire from the Decepticon fliers. They had their speed advantage, but that's not something that would stop him from engaging and so he returned fire in kind. "Time to send you guys back to the pit you crawled out off!"

Heinrad
2013-12-11, 02:13 AM
War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base:


It wasn't a thorough search, mainly because there was a war on. But still.....

He'd searched the office.

He'd searched the adjacent corridors.

He'd searched the barracks. Even under the recharging beds.

He'd searched classrooms, storerooms, offices, and broom closets.

And no sign of Sentinel.

Ironhide stormed into the War Room, and glowered at the screens. "Rapido, better gimme a sit-rep. Sent'nel's done took off, an' until we c'n get somebody in here t'run things, it's you, me, an' whatever we got fer techs'n support staff."

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Main Entrance, Sentinel Prime Defense Base:


Orion skidded to a halt and transformed to robot mode, pulling his ion rifle from subspace as he saw the open gates. "Yoketron, I believe things are about to get eventful."

Warcry
2013-12-11, 03:52 AM
Iacon Streets

Lugnut winced as Grimlock's machine gun spat bullets right past his ear.

"That's enough of that," he told the Autobot decisively. Reaching forward, he grabbed at the barrel of Grimlock's gun and squeezed, looking to crimp it shut so it would no longer fire.
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"Jets don't have mouths," Ramjet replied to Kup as the bullets plinked off of his armour. "Gee, you Autobots are dumb!"

He continued to fly straight at Kup, looking to drive his cone straight into the Autobot's chest. Of course, being who he was, he didn't think to actually do something smart like shoot at his target.
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The Senate

Starscream, his vision now recovered from Tracks's attack, transformed to jet mode and rocketed up through the skylight as fast as he could fly. Though he was still cloaked, the disturbance he made in the air would make his presence obvious to the Autobots.

Blackjack
2013-12-18, 06:18 AM
South-East Border

Scorponok growled as he felt more than saw Terabolt chomping down onto his tail. He attempted to move to dislodge the Templar Knight, but something on his wounded knee snapped really loudly and he screamed. The tail bent but did not break, and Scorponok twisted his body at the waist in an attempt to slam Terabolt off him with the momentum.
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As Springer's fire blew up several of the fliers flying towards him, the rest of the Decepticon fliers assaulting Springer spread apart and spun around each other, whilst in the distance Obsidian folded his hands and looked down at the triple-changer with critical optics.

"You are Springer. The triple-changer those scientists told me to test out." Obsidian spoke to Springer over an open channel. "Pray tell, why do you stand with these doomed fools? We are on the verge of cleansing Cybertron of all its sins, and you choose to side with them?"
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The Senate

Thunderwrath saw the rifle, and his optics opened wide. "Spawn of a-" The Elite Guard let go of Thundercracker, rolling to the side to avoid the blast from the rifle, or at least make himself a moving target so the weapon wouldn't blow a hole in his head.

"Kay, you- no more chance of surrendering. I'm going to beat you to a pulp!" Thunderwrath's arm transformed into a cannon, and he opened fire at Thundercracker.
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Iacon Streets

"Me agree. Sub atomic machine gun not proving very useful." Grimlock said, as his other hand pulled out the energo sword and slashed at his broken weapon

"Me Grimlock not good with science... but me Grimlock ask -- what happen when something with sub atomic as name gets slashed like that?"

Pushing the gun towards Lugnut, Grimlock kicked the ground to propel himself backwards, hoping that the gun's explosion would damage or at least slow down the larger Decepticon.

Warcry
2013-12-19, 06:45 PM
Iacon Streets

Lugnut groaned. "You're not very bright," he told Grimlock. "If you slashed a gun like that you'd burst the pressure seals and--"

He was cut off when gun's pressure seals burst, sending a cloud of subatomic particles gushing out. It wasn't so much an explosion as it was a very fast leak, but the effect was much the same -- Lugnut was knocked back by the force of the pressure that was unleashed, peppered with bits of shrapnel that didn't pierce his armour but did hurt like hell. A smokey cloud of subatomic particles filled the crater, rendering visibility almost nil and making him lose sight of Grimlock.

Scowling, Lugnut activated the secondary optics clustered around his head at the same time as he shifted his main eye over to infra-red, which let him see Grimlock's flaming sword clearly through the fog.

Make fun of the extra eyes, will you?

Blackjack
2013-12-26, 09:34 AM
Iacon Streets

"That point." Grimlock chuckled, the jump backwards allowing him to be relatively unharmed by the detonation of his sub-atomic machinegun. He was still flung backwards, though, barely holding on to the handle of his energo-sword.

He managed to flail and reorient himself to a standing position some distance away from Lugnut, or rather, the cloud which filled the air in the direction where the Decepticon was last seen.

It was an unexpectedly bad position for him, Grimlock realized, as he quickly killed off the glow from his blade and sheathed it... not that it was something he expected would happen. Grimlock never blew up a subatomic generator before. And his two guns are all somewhere in the rubble -- not that he's going to be able to look for them in this dusty atmosphere.

Oh well, since the Decepticon's probably seen him...

Grimlock moved away from his position -- standing stationary in the arena is suicide -- as he circled the cloud in a slow prowl. "You pretty tough. Other mech would die four times with what me Grimlock did to you."

Aero Blade
2013-12-27, 03:26 PM
South-East Border

Terabolt hung tight as Scorponok tried to shake her off, determined to not allow him to electrocute anyone else with his tail weapon. Keeping all of her sets of claws dug deep into the armor, Terabolt focused on gnawing at the electrode with her teeth.


Iacon Streets

Dirge stayed at the ready with his weapons, but he did not immediately strike, waiting for either the autobots to come back at him again, or for something to happen between Kup and Ramjet, watching those two almost intently. He was very curious to see if Ramjet's body was as tough as he had been bragging about.

Heinrad
2013-12-28, 02:46 PM
Atop a shattered wall, South East Border:


Bludgeon continued to watch, wondering how things were going to play out.

You want to help her.

"No, I don't", Bludgeon hissed quietly.

Deep in your spark, you do. You feel some bond.

"I did. Until you beat it out of me."

The best thing I could have done with you. I made you everything that you are today.

"The embodiment of the Ultimate Warrior who talks to himself. Way to go, Totsan."

The embodiment of the Ultimate Warrior? As I said, Ultimate Idiot. Even though I am dead, you still want my advice. That is why you talk to me. That is why I can not join my ancestors in the Great Void. Woe to my poor, wretched spirit, that my wastrel student will not let me rest.

"Can it, Totsan. I don't want your advice. You just won't leave me alone!"

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The Senate:


Tracks looked down, watching the malestrom kicked up by Starscream's passage. "Invisible. I didn't sign up for this." He started firing his overhead laser cannons and black beam gun at the air, hoping he might either hit or blind whatever was coming towards him.

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Warehouse District:


Hot Rod scrambled away, trying to dodge Zero's fire, rounds stitching across his right side and leg.

Nightbeat leaned out from cover, aimed at Zero, and opened fire.

Warcry
2013-12-30, 06:32 AM
Iacon Streets

"I could say the same about you," Lugnut told Grimlock, keeping his voice low so that the Autobot (who had disappeared from sight when his sword had turned off) wouldn't be able to figure out his location from the sound of his voice. "Normally I'd have ripped your arms off and beaten you with them by now. If this was a sparring match, I'd call it a draw and shake your hand."

The Decepticon transformed to bomber mode and shot out of the crater.

"But it's not. And I'm afraid my master needs my attention to be elsewhere. So...have a nice nap."

As soon as he was clear of the crater he dropped a bomb -- a low-yield one (he really had developed a grudging respect for Grimlock and didn't want to kill him) designed to cause rubble to collapse in on itself, in the hopes of burying the Autobot alive. But just in case he survived that, Lugnut returned to robot mode, landed a few hundred yards away and aimed his missile launcher at the hole.
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The Senate

Starscream hissed as Tracks blind-fired, at him, nearly hitting the Decepticon in spite of his invisibility.

"What, you're not having fun when the shoe's on the other foot? But it's perfectly okay for you to try and become invisible to me, I bet!"

Starscream scoffed as he pulled around, then dropped a cluster bomb on the top of the building. He intended to collapse the roof down into the senate chamber, not so much to kill the Autobots as to keep them from harassing them with aerial fire as they went down to fight Magnus.

Aero Blade
2014-01-03, 10:52 PM
Main Entrance, Sentinel Prime Defense Base

Yoketron would slow as he approached the gates, transforming and walking through without breaking pace to stop, his head looking about the area around them for any potential threats.

"Moreso than already?" the elder Temple Knight would ask Orion. His dry tone made it impossible to tell if he was being humorous than not. "Stay at the ready."

Blackjack
2014-01-08, 01:55 PM
South-East Border

Scorponok growled. The Primus-worshipping idiot on his tail was not going to let go. And transforming in an attempt to dislodge her is not an option at the moment, not with his leg twisted and his hands barely connected to his body. No Scorpobabies left to sic at the Autobots either.

In retrospect, maybe sending Predacon and Tarantulas off to do their own thing was a bad move.

Scorponok made an annoyed growl. Before her other two companions get help... Not able to do much other than to lash his tail around, he continued to do so, except now he swung it down towards the ground in an attempt to hurt Terabolt with the impacts, if anything to damage her before his tail or her teeth gave way.

Scorponok scanned the area. Vehicons are all in the city, engaging the forcefield or tunneling underneath it -- Obsidian's orders were effective and his Autobot counterparts evidently can't keep up. Of course, of them had a hole in his torso caused by Scorpnok's own stinger and is lying a fair distance away, so that's something to be proud of, at least... no. Vehicons can't help them. Terabolt and Jazz would make short work of them, while the airborne ones are busy doing whatever it is Obsidian is telling them to do.

He saw another Decepticon. Or someone who doesn't register as an Autobot on his cracked, ruined visors. Bludgeon. "You!" Scorponok called out, his voice garbled and laced with deep electronic beeps. "Decepticon. Are you not? I require assistance!"
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The Senate

(OOC: Sorry, I forgot Skywarp and... and that other dude is supposed to be around here.)

Skywarp, having teleported behind and kicked the Elite Guard member that was partnered with Tracks down the hole he was aiming at Starscream from, looked around and espied Tracks shooting at the air.

"Why are you talking to the air, Autobot?" Skywarp teleported near Tracks and unleashed a hail of machinegun bullets, not aware whatsoever that Starscream was invisible and dropping a cluster bomb on top of them.
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Warehouse District:

Nightbeat's shot tore through Zero's wing, forcing him to transform and land on top of a building. "You guys should give up." The former Renegade crowed. "Forcefields? Drone tanks? This was your guys' best shot at defending the city? Really pathetic. We should've invaded Iacon long ago!"

Mortar teams opened fire on the airborne Vehicons and was cutting them down, but Zero didn't give them much attention. He was focused at the Autobot who tore a hole in his wing. "Last chance, the two of you. Give up, and I might let you live with a broken face."
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Iacon Streets

Grimlock growled. Between his head ringing from the most recent impact from his fight with Lugnut, and the Decepticon's low voice echoing off the debris in the collapsed street, Grimlock indeed couldn't point out where the Decepticon was in all the smoke. He did, however, come across his Galaxial Rocket Launcher in the rubble, the last weapon left relatively intact throughout the melee. Grimlock picked it up and latched it onto his back as he glared around the area.

"If this sparring match, yes, me, Grimlock will shake your hand without ripping them off." The former gladiator admitted grudgingly. "You gave better fight than your boss. Less dirty. Less use of illegal nuclear weapons."

Grimlock was interrupted, though, as the sound of a jet engine ripping through the air boomed across the room. The force of Lugnut's takeoff and the noise disorienting him (shouldn't have maximized his auditory sensors, in retrospect), Grimlock was knocked backwards a little. "Oh." Grimlock said, optic band widening in understanding.

Grimlock knew Lugnut was going to drop a bomb, or something to that effect. He could shoot it out with his missile launcher, but the combined explosion could actually prove far more fatal to him. In any case, the dust makes aiming relatively a pointless action. Growling, the gladiator did the thing he hated most -- he turned around and ran away. After two steps, the Autobot transformed into his tank mode, several gears and cogs that were bent out of recognition in the fight with Lugnut groaning in protest.

Moving as fast as he can (opening fire with his backwards-pointing turrets to maximize his momentum) Grimlock managed to get relatively away from the bomb's killzone that he was merely flung across the chasm and sent tumbling away, crashing through debris and deeper into the city's underground network of wires and sewage pipes.

Finding himself upside down and covered by debris, Grimlock's tank treads spun uselessly.

Well, for all his big talk he only managed to slow Lugnut down a little... damn. Prowl's going to be pissed.

Although.

Although hanging around Prowl did give him some pointers. Lugnut was going to meet Megatron. Grimlock knew this for a fact. Should he do the unthinkable and follow Lugnut to where Megatron was? Prowl would like that. That was what that know-it-all coward will do.

Though how exactly was he going to do that without resisting the urge to roar and stab Lugnut in the neck a dozen times, Grimlock did not know.

Although the more important question at that moment was how he was going to get out of this pile of rubble in the sewer and get back to the collapsed street or wherever he was fighting with Lugnut moments ago.

Heinrad
2014-01-11, 07:20 PM
South-East Border:


Scorponok's broken voice intruded on Bludgeon's internal argument.

Joining that bucket-headed maniac's crusade was foolish. Now all of the incompetents who follow him will want your help.

Bludgeon gave a brief mental shrug. "Give me a little credit."

That is more than I've ever been willing to give you.

Bludgeon stood, drawing himself up to his full(figure he's a head or two taller than Windcharger) height, and fixed Scorponok with a steely gaze. "A warrior needs no assistance. You have picked your battle. Your skill and determination will determine your outcome."

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Warehouse District:


After seeing where Zero landed, Nightbeat pulled himself back into cover, looking over to where Hot Rod had scrambled behind some rubble. "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah. I get shot all the time. Feels great."

Nightbeat scowled. "I was wondering if you were injured. No need to be snarky."

Hot Rod shrugged, wincing slightly as he did. "It's been worse."

Nightbeat sighed, muttering to himself about the youth element, checked his link to the drone tank, and that where he would be having it fire was a clear shot. Then he raised his voice. "Do we have your word that you won't kill us if we surrender?"

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The Senate:


There were things they trained you for. Getting strafed by fliers, getting charged by ground troops, getting entangled in red tape when requesting leave.

What they didn't train you for was dealing with cloaked opponents, one of whom had just blown by Tracks very fast, or dealing with teleporting opponents, one of whom had just materialized next to him and opened fire.

Ever the pragmatist, if only in his own mind, Tracks realized that standing and fighting might just get him killed. Which left him with only one recourse.

He dove off the roof of the Senate building, transforming to flight mode and red lining the turbofan jet engines, pulling up hard and shooting straight up into the sky.

Warcry
2014-01-12, 04:00 AM
Iacon Streets

Lugnut flew away from the explosion, not even trying to conceal himself as he gained altitude. The thought that Grimlock would try to follow him simply didn't occur to him, since...well, since Lugnut himself never would have thought to do it without Megatron's orders. And so he flew directly toward the rendezvous point for the Decepticons' heavy assault force, where the forces under Clench's command would join up together after completing their individual assignments and meet with Megatron himself for the final push into Autobase.
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The Senate

"A flying car?" Starscream made an incredulous noise as Tracks evaded his cluster bomb, though that idiot Skywarp had teleported into the blast radius and probably gotten himself killed.

"Well, at least Shockwave will be happy about that," the seeker grumbled.

With no further thoughts for his subordinate's safety, he dove after Tracks, firing machine gun rounds in the Autobot's wake.

Heinrad
2014-01-16, 02:00 AM
Skies over The Senate:


Tracks was buffeted by shrapnel and blast waves from the detonation of the cluster bomb, earning him gouges and scratches to his paint.

Then the chatter of machine guns started.

Rounds started spinging, spanging, and smacking into the back of his vehicle mode, digging into paint, bouncing off the armored cowlings of the turbofan jet engines. The question was, where were the bullets that were damaging his paint job coming from? Aft sensors weren't registering anything, but he could scan the muzzle flashes.

He activated the pivot, the black beam gun lowering and swinging 180 degrees, setting to widest possible setting and fired, hoping to blind whoever was behind him.

Aero Blade
2014-01-21, 03:59 PM
South-East Border

Scorponok began to thrash his tail around, and Terabolt hung tight, determined to not let him get control of it to use on her allies. Terabolt would be slammed into the ground with a first hard blow, but her armor held up and absorbed most of the impact. A second swing into the ground and Tera dug her claws in deeper into Scorponok's tail to hang on for the ride.

And then she spotted Bludgeon.

This time, distracted as she was, Scorponok nearly knocked her off. Terabolt quickly refocused and reaffirmed her grip - she needed to deal with her opponent first.

The damage had been done, though. She was not in a good position to hold onto Scorponok for another time, and he was already winding up to swing his tail again, at a particularly sturdy looking piece of rubble. This time when the tail started to come down, Terabolt would abruptly let go and leap off, bailing out just before the tail would come down.

((ooc: There ya go :) ))


Sentinel Prime Defense Base

Meeting no opposition in the immediate area, Yoketron would proceed into the base with Orion in tow. He headed for the War Room to look for Sentinel, to update him on the current situation.

((ooc: Do we have anyone currently active in the war room still? I know Ironhide was elsewhere trying to locate Sentinel))

Clogs
2014-01-23, 09:44 PM
Iacon

There was rubble - lots of rubble - but the primary problem, as Glyph saw it, was the fact that her work was fundamentally underneath the rubble.

She had managed to throw herself, however awkwardly, out of her study chamber as the roof first cracked, then sagged, then caved in. Until that point, she had been so deeply engrossed with her recently-acquired artifacts that she had paid no attention to pretty much anything else. Now, she realised that she had been picking up, but not registering, the sounds of multiple crashes before the final explosion that had made her glance at the ceiling and then take immediate self-preservation action.

Dusty, with a few dents and scratches on her armour, she got to her feet to see what she could salvage.

Blackjack
2014-01-24, 04:52 PM
South East Border

“Hn. Was worth a shot.” Scorponok gurgled after Bludgeon denied him assistance. He had more problems to worry about other than some upstart Decepticon warrior dressed in an archaic aesthetic. Like the massive beast biting his tail.

Scorponok continued to trash around, seemingly injuring Terabolt. Good. At least he can take another Autobot down with him. The fact that it’s one of those Primus groupies is a good bonus. Then she let go. Not good. Not good at all

Scorponok’s tail smashed onto the piece of rubble, the impact jarring the already-abused electrical generator in the tail loose. The resulting impact caused it to explode as well, sending a chain of reaction of explosions down Scorponok’s tail. The former Senator let out a loud roar of pain as his final appendage was disabled.

Then, he got his wits together and yelled, “I surrender!”
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Warehouse District

Zero chuckled as he cocked his pistol. Jet Vehicons landed and mimicked him, flanking him on both sides. Idiots, these Autobots are. “You have my word, yes. Now come on out, and the Vehicons will try their best not to manhandle you.”
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The Senate:

“Hey, you, blue Autobot guy! Stop running away!” Skywarp yelled, but Starscream’s missile kind of erupted.

As the flames of the explosion consumed the location where he had just been in a mere second ago (as well as the Elite Guard archer laying unconscious below him), Skywarp materialized next to where Starscream was hovering, folding his hands and sporting an irritated expression as his jet boots activated and kept him aloft. The heat and the shrapnel from the explosion rose up and scratched him, but Skywarp paid it no heed.

Starscream shot off after Tracks, and Skywarp sighed. “Why is everyone avoiding me? Sheesh.”

The Seeker transformed into jet mode and shot off after Starscream, muttering unintelligibly under his breath.
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Iacon Streets

Grimlock grunted as he slowly navigated the underground sewer system, thinking problem of finding his way out solved by an elegantly simple solution: slicing his way up with his energo sword. In Grimlock’s defense, it seemed like a bright idea at the time. Instead of breaching the ground outside, Grimlock found himself in some kind of ruined room – definitely not the sewers or the underground tunnels. Some kind of... catacombs? Grimlock had seen (and torn down) some similar-looking rooms in Kaon.

He espied a single, small robot – Glyph – and growled. “Which way to the streets? Me, Grimlock, need to hunt down bomber plane.”

Clogs
2014-01-25, 11:03 PM
Iacon

Glyph's head jerked round as more noise assailed her audials. "What the..," she exclaimed as the wall to her right erupted with a bright energy flash and a huge shadow ploughed through into her small sanctuary.

She hugged her cracked datapad to her chestplate and took a stumbling step backwards. Then deep, guttural vocals growled: “Which way to the streets? Me, Grimlock, need to hunt down bomber plane.”

Grimlock?

"Huh, there's a corridor. It goes straight on for about a half-klik. To an abandoned gravlift shaft. No power. Just the emergency ladder," she stammered. Then her annoyance flooded back and she snapped, gesturing at the mess, "Did you cause this?!"

Warcry
2014-01-26, 02:28 AM
Star's Edge Upper Class Housing Complex

Syndex reclined in his chair and watched the news reports streaming in. With each new report of damage or destruction, he saw shanix signs floating in front of his optics as he pondered how much money he would make from the reconstruction efforts once these "Decepticons" were finally put back in their place.

"Uh, sir?" his aide asked. "I don't want to overstep, bot...shouldn't we get to somewhere a bit more...secure?"

"Oh, posh!" Syndex scoffed. "We're in a walled complex staffed by dozens of armed guards," he told the aide. "You tell me one place in Iacon that's safer!"

The aide started to speak, but all that came out of his mouth was a soft, pained squeak. Syndex gave him a strange look, then recoiled as the other Transformer collapsed to the ground.

"Strange thing about your guards, senator," a gravelly yet still oily voice told him, speaking from the shadows in the next room. "Turns out they're actually my guards."

"How dare you!" The senator jumped up from his seat. "I'll have you know that I am a businessmech first-class! Breaking and entering into my home carries a mandatory death sentence!"

"Does it, now? Enforced by whom? Take a look out the window, Senator. Your guards are all wearing Decepticon badges and getting briefed by one of my lieutenants."

Syndex humoured the intruder by glancing out the window, then feigned indifference. "So they are. I'll make sure their pay is docked."

"Oh, so you pay them?" The figure finally walked out of the shadows, but the only thing about him that Syndex recognized was the Decepticon logo. "More than you ever did for me."

"If that was meant to be a dramatic reveal," Syndex said, "it fell flat. I have no idea who you are."

"Really?" the stranger asked. "You don't recognize the miners' chassis? I was your slave, Syndex. One of the many protoforms brought online to work in your dangerous energon mines. But now the roles are reversed. You see, now I am the master and your life is in my hands."

"You're nothing but a common criminal who has let the lies of a demagogue trick you into thinking that you have a chance of success, Decepticon. You'll be dead within the day, not owning slaves."

"No," was the reply. "You misunderstand. I'm not trying to claim ownership of you. I own Cybertron and everything on it.

"I am the governor of Kaon!"

He rushed Syndex, then, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him into the wall.

"I am the leader of the Decepticons!"

The crown of his head smashed into Syndex's face, crushing it.

"I! AM! MEGATRON!"

He dropped Syndex to the ground, raising the cannon on his arm and placing the muzzle up to the socialite's head.

"And I do not forgive."
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Lugnut watched as the palace's windows flared with the light of a fusion blast. Moments later, Megatron walked out with a satisfied expression on his face.

"What was that all about, boss?"

"Personal business, Lugnut. Are our new recruits ready?"

"They are indeed." Lugnut glared at the dozen or so new Decepticons with his primary optic. "Stand at attention, maggots! You are in the presence of the glorious Megatron!"

The former guards stood up straight and raised their arms in salute.

"Excellent," Megatron told them. "My friends, your help here today will never be forgotten! The self-absorbed capitalist elite oppress the working class of Iacon as much as they ever did the citizens of Kaon, and -- in spite of the lies that they surely have told you -- we number you among our friends! But friendship with Megatron comes with a price. The time has come to overthrow the greatest bastion of Autobot oppression, their disgusting theocratic leader! The time has come to march on the War Academy and lay low their master, Sentinel Prime! If you wish to be a true Decepticon, you will join me in my assault! Who will march with me!"

"All hail Megatron!" Lugnut shouted.

Each of the former guards shouted back in unison, "All hail Megatron!"

Lugnut smiled. "We are with you, my lord."

"Excellent," Megatron smiled. "Then let's head to the rendezvous point and meet up with Clench's troops. The time has come to end this war once and for all!"
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Skies over The Senate

A beam of black...something shot through the air to the left of Starscream, missing him by several feet but coming far too close for comfort.

The Decepticon jet sideslipped, fired another burst and then dove, so that Tracks wouldn't be able to fire on him based on the direction his bullets were coming from.

"Skywarp, if you're still alive teleport in front of this joker and help me pincer him."

Aero Blade
2014-01-26, 11:19 PM
((OOC: Let me know if I need to adjust anything Black))

South East Border

Between the awkward landing and Scorponok's tail exploding, Terabolt would take a bit of a tumble, but she was rolling back to her feet moments later, listening to the large Decepticon scream at his self-inflicted injury. She waited in a ready crouch, hearing his sudden plea for surrender. Terabolt's response would be sudden and swift, leaping at the wounded senator and tackling him to the ground.

"Surrender? You seek mercy? You think it is that easy?" At the same time that her vocoder was speaking the words, her beast-form's mouth would twist into a snarl, bearing mechanical fangs and uttering low, feral growl. "How many innocents have you trampled already with your organization's campaign? How many others have begged you for mercy, only for you to deny it?" She placed a paw on Scorponok's neck, letting her claws dig into the surface of his metal skin. "And now you ask it for yourself?"

She leaned in close to his face, fangs inches from him, letting him feel pressure on his neck from the weight of the armor of the beast now ontop of him. "Be very glad you are speaking to a Temple Knight."

Heinrad
2014-01-28, 02:05 AM
South East Border:


Bludgeon watched the surrender of Scorponok impassively, folding his arms across his chest.

"I knew you would help her."

Help-? There's no satisfying you, is there.
"No."

***************
War Room, Sentinel Prime Defense Base:


This was not what he'd been trained for.

Small unit tactics, that he understood. Security teams generally worked in small teams, occasionally going offensive, but mainly playing defensive. It was a lot easier when you knew something was coming after a specific target.

Waging a war, though........ He had a basic understanding of troop movements, but it was a lot longer since he'd been a regular soldier than he even wanted to contemplate right now.

Tactics be damned, Ironhide thought to himself. The commanders who stayed back from the front lines threw their troops into the grinders without really caring about the cost. THAT, he remembered. What Sentinel had done was a perfect example of that.

But........ There was a better way. He hoped. What he had to do was figure it out.

---------

Orion trailed along behind Yoketron, optics and audio receptors as alert as they could be. The main gates had been breached. There must be Decepticons around here somewhere.

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Warehouse District:


"Are you slagging INSANE?!?!?!?", Hot Rod hissed at Nightbeat.

Nightbeat simply shrugged. "No. Just much more aware of the surroundings. And there's a lot more of them than there are of us. Now trust me." He raised his voice. "I'm kind of new at this war thing. I'm actually a cop. I know zip about war." He stepped out of cover, tossing his gun on the ground, his gaze taking in Zero and his cadre of Jet Vehicon, one corner of his vision showing the feed from the drone tank, showing him a side on view of what was facing him. And sent the mental command to fire.

The drone tank's cannon roared, flinging it's destructive energies at Zero and the Jet Vehicons.

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Skies Over Senate:


Tracks dove, trying to zigzag, trying to figure out how to fight a cloaked Decepticon and a teleporting Decepticon. The only idea he'd come up with so far were deflector shields, which he wasn't equipped with.

Blackjack
2014-02-01, 10:31 AM
Iacon Catacombs

Grimlock glanced at the corridor, and then mentally memorized the instructions Glyph gave him. Goes on straight, and then climb up. Simple enough. "Me, Grimlock, climb. Thank you for help."

The little Autobot then snapped angrily and Grimlock shook his head. "Decepticons cause this. They destroying Iacon. Me, Grimlock, soldier. Me kill Decepticons, stop explosions. Me suggest you get out before whole chamber fall down on top of you." As another muffled explosion rattled the underground chamber, Grimlock shrugged. "Life more important than work."
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Skies over The Senate

Tracks' black beam missed Starscream but hit Skywarp head on. Immediately the optical sensors in his jet mode ceased functioning, and the Seeker saw black. Instinctively Skywarp transformed into robot mode and braked into a stop with his jet boosters.

"I CAN'T SEE!" Skywarp screamed in panic, clawing at his optics, deactivated by the black beam gun. "Starscream! I can't see!"
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South-East Border

Scorponok howled as Terabolt's mass slammed onto him, snapping his already-wounded leg clean off at the knee, and bending the other one at a horrendously painful and awkward angle.

Scorponok's pants of pain punctuated Terabolt's little speech, before the short, sharp voices started to turn into a pained chuckle. "Yes." Scorponok replied to Terabolt. "Innocents I've trampled? Countless. Money I've swindled? Countless. People I've killed in my experiments? There's a report in my office, somewhere. Indirectly killed by my creations? A whole lot of."

Terabolt's claws sunk into his armour, and while his ruined face was definitely reeling in pain as Terabolt leaned in, he was defiantly fearless. "But yes, I ask for mercy. Because that is what you Autobots and Temple Knights believe in. Something you believe vehemently in."

Scorponok's lips curled into a smile. "And I can relate to believing vehemently in something. That... that is the one and single thing I find I can respect about you Knights. Your belief. You stand by them, just as my ilk stand by ours."
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Blink.

How long-?

How long?

Five seconds? Five minutes? Ten? How many troops had stood confused, not knowing what to do, bereft of instructions? How many people had died? Rapido is around, yes, but the surprise, the sudden change, would shock anyone.

The worry set in first. Then the pain.

Prowl let out a scream instinctively, but didn't manage to get anything out as energon gurgled and poured into his vocal circuits.

Training kicked in. Logic kicked in. His strategic mind kicked in. But the pain. The pain! It was hard to think. It was hard to segregate his thoughts. It was hard to even think of anything but the pain.

Prowl's own voice spoke in his head. The same voice he had used to speak to the men below him. Sentinel's voice. Obsidian's voice. It is merely a flesh wound. Do you know what will happen if you fall here? Do you know what you're letting the enemy do while you lie around in a pool of your own blood? You're the only one that can do this. Your wounds are nothing. You are nothing.

Prowl grunted as he balled his fists together. His gun- gone. Missiles- gone. His datapad- gone. Commlink- scrambled.

No, Prowl decided. He will not be defeated here.

He will not fall here.

As much as he had prepared, even war had taken him by surprise -- but he refused to keel over and die.

Prowl coughed loudly, expelling the coagulated energon on his throat. He slammed his fist onto the commlink receptor on the side of his helmet. "Prowl. To any surviving Autotrooper medics. Require emergency treatment."
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Warehouse District

Zero laughed. "Seriously? This is way too easy. I don't-" The loud click of the drone tank's shell loading into place alerted Zero to Nightbeat's gambit. "Slagging spawn of a-"

Zero's gun arm snapped and aimed at Nightbeat, but the drone tank's shell slammed next to Zero and his group of Vehicons. Zero did pull the trigger, but his body -- the half that wasn't immediately torn to shreds by shrapnel, anyway -- was flung away by the force of the explosion, sending the laser blast flying far away from Nightbeat and Hot Rod.

Of the Vehicons, two survived, wounded, and they transformed and shot away. Zero gagged as he slammed onto a building and slid down. "Backup." He said hoarsely into the commlink. "Backup, slaggers, there's a tank- there's a- there's-"
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Obsidian watched coldly as readings showed Zero's life signs depleting. Good. Igern, Lenja, Zero, Crasher... the former leaders of the Renegades and Destrons have purposely been placed in the front lines. In places where they are doomed to demise. Obsidian had taken the liberty of instructing their personal Vehicon teams to abandon them should they be too wounded to battle. He was... thankful that he did not have to order them to pull the trigger.

For Megatron's rule to be successful, such anarchist leaders should not be allowed to survive. He will write off their sacrifices as propaganda, and install replacements that are far more... obedient.

Reports filtered in.

Sixshot had engaged the Autobot six-changer, but is still causing wanton destruction.

Lugnut had defeated Grimlock. Excellent.

Springer is still halted by the swarm of Vehicons.

The third fifth Elite Guard ground squadron had fallen to the Insecticons and the undead Decepticons.

Scorponok had been defeated, but had taken down Prowl in the process. Prowl! That fool had actually engaged the enemy. Obsidian thought he had trained that whelp better. How disappointing.

Starscream's squad has gotten rid of the Senate, and is engaging an Elite Guard team.

What now? What will Megatron do? He is winning. They are winning. A bit too easily. There were setbacks, of course, but they were generally winning. What are they missing?

The explosions and flames were reflected in Obsidian's red eyes as he gazed upon the once-golden spires and domes of Iacon. And he started to feel... doubt. But no, he told himself. This was for a necessary cause. He needed to do this. Needed to break the old system for the glory of Cybertron.

Warcry
2014-02-05, 02:46 AM
Leaving Star's Edge

Lugnut trailed behind his leader, marvelling at the powerful, confident way that Megatron carried himself. The Decepticons' leader moved like a force of nature, his every movement flowing and graceful even as it oozed raw power. Even his transformation to vehicle mode seemed...smoother, somehow, as if his parts knew exactly how to fold and contort themselves without having to be told by his transformation cog.

He's like the gods of old, Lugnut mused, or one of the Thirteen that the priests always rant about.

For his part, Megatron wasn't just leading the growing assembly of Decepticons toward their target. He was also giving orders to their other forces, one commander at a time.

"Shockwave," Megatron said gravely, "have your scientists finished the modifications I asked you for?"

"They have," Shockwave confirmed. "Operation Purple Reign is ready to commence at your command."

"Good. Stand by."

Lugnut wasn't sure what 'purple reign' meant, though he was sure it was going to be symbolic and dramatic. Megatron was so good at those things, unlike plain, boring goons like Lugnut. That's why Megatron had been the most popular gladiator in Kaon while Lugnut never rose above a mid-card brawler.

Next, Megatron commed Obsidian. "General, I apologize for being out of contact. I had a...personal matter to tend to. Report the status of your forces, please."

How Megatron could be so polite to the old fossil, Lugnut could never understand. Obsidian was useful, to be sure, but nothing special in the big soldier's books. He could give orders, sure, but anyone could do that in the Decepticon army. After all, since Megatron was the one handing out the assignments, it's not like the commanders needed to do much thinking of their own.
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Skies over The Senate

"Skywarp, you idiot," Starscream snapped. "Teleport straight up and keep doing it every...let's say fifteen seconds or so until your eyes start working again. Or don't, and die in a fiery crash. At this point, I couldn't care less which one."

Turning his attention back to Tracks, Starscream decloaked -- it used too much power to run indefinitely, anyway -- and barked to the Autobot, "You can't win! Deactivate your weapon and land, and I'll let you leave."

Because killing Magnus will be way better for my career than spending the whole war tied down by a flying car with a silly gun.

Clogs
2014-02-06, 11:18 PM
Iacon Catacombs

Grimlock had a point.

Glyph hugged her datapad even closer; if the artifacts were lost, at least she had a record of them, providing the pad could be repaired. The data was, she felt, important. Well, all data was important, of course!

"Um, I don't want to get in your way," she called, moving quickly to avoid some sagging metal spars. "But can I come with you?"

Though not, she added mentally, into a confrontation with Decepticons. I hope.

Springer85
2014-02-07, 04:56 PM
South-East Border

Springer was trying to dodge the incoming fire from the Vehicons that were attacking him. It took him some effort and some shots landed on his exterior, though the damage dealt was only minor and so he returned fire to see if the Vehicons were as durable as he is.

"You know, the Autobots may have their flaws," Springer replied to Obsidian," but when I see a small group risk their lives to save their friend against all odds I can't help to be inspired. That's a kind of group I would want to be a part off."

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The Senate

Thundercracker got up to his feet and wiped the oil leaking from his mouth with the back of his hand as he smirked. "I'm a Seeker. Seekers never surrender," he replied as he dodged the incoming fire and returned some in kind.

"You're going to beat me into a pulp, yet you fire rounds at me," Thundercracker said to Thunderwrath. "You must've been the last one in the assembly line when they were handing out the logic circuits."

Ultra Magnus arrived and saw Thunderwrath and Thundercracker battling it out. Much to his surprise has saw that Thundercracker was still functioning although a bit damaged. "Decepticon!" he shouted. "The chance for you and your colleagues to surrender has passed and I will see to it that you will be brought to justice."

Thundercracker looked over his shoulder to where Ultra Magnus' voice was coming from while he ducked away behind a desk. Magnus packed more of a punch than he had expected. No doubt the Elite Guard commander outclassed him in every way. Still, Thundercracker had an ace up his sleeve. He could create a sonic boom that could level the building, but that would mean he would go down with it. Not a sacrifice he was willing to make. Yet.

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Iacon Streets

"Oh great..." Kup said to no one in particular as Ramjet was flying straight at him, probably to impale him on his cone. "I'm going to regret this in the morning..." he said as he ducked at the very last klik and grabbed on to the Decepticon's cockpit and got dragged along at high velocity, almost getting his arm pulled off.

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Thundertron had managed to get himself out from under the rubble that he was stuck under. His foot was crushed, but could still support himself on the peg that was left. He looked around. He could see a lot of fighting in the distance. Not too far from his position so decided to try and move away from that as quick as a mech could with only one foot to stand on.

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South East Border

Jazz got back up to his feet and looked around through his cracked visor. Prowl was hurt bad, but seemed to handle himself well and Scorponok seemingly surrendered. With Prowl occupied with keeping himself functioning, would that mean that he was the highest in command right now? He hoped not. It's a position he hated, but acted upon it if suck would be required of him.

"Terabot," Jazz said to the mech as he took a few steps forward, "keep your distance from him. Who knows what tricks he'll pull to try to gain an upper hand."

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War Academy

Tarantulas charged at the gates and laughed hysterically. "Next move has already been made!" he shouted to Predacon as he managed to slip through the gap between the doors and quickly transformed to robot mode. "Spyders! Go boom!" he shouted as his little mechs started to explode on his command, taking out the sentries that were posted close to the gate.

The doors to the War Academy opened and Tarantulas made a bow. "Welcome good, sir. May I take your coat," he chuckled as he invited Predacon and the other Vehicons continue the attack on the War Academy.

Aero Blade
2014-02-17, 02:30 PM
South East Border

"Keep telling yourself that," Terabolt answered Scorponok, the tone of someone speaking to a rambling idiot. She withdrew her claws from his armor and started to get off of him by walking forward, insuring that two of her paws found his face before she was done, before starting to pace Jazz's direction.

"Don't worry about him. Unless he can suddenly resprout his limbs, he's not going or doing anything." She moved past Jazz, coming up beside Prowl's prone form. "We have more important matters."


((ooc: Who should Yoketron and Orion run into? Not sure where to go with them))

Warcry
2014-02-17, 08:17 PM
Iacon Streets

"Hey! No fair!" Ramjet corkscrewed through the sky as Kup dangled off of him, the Autobot's weight totally throwing off the jet's mass distribution. His underbelly slammed into the ground and he skidded for a few moments before bouncing off, taking to the skies again...just in time to smash into a storefront.

"Ow."
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War Academy

"Coat? What do I look like, a mech of leisure?" Predacon scoffed. "But enough fun and games, Tarantulas. Now that we're in here, I plan to make a mess of things. Lets find something valuable and smash it!"

(OOC: Yoketron can say hello to these guys I guess. Just, uh, try not to kill them, okay? :) )

Blackjack
2014-02-18, 06:29 AM
Skies, South-Eastern Border

"The Autobots erected a class-seven forcefield and dispatched drone tanks cannibalized from Omega Sentinels in an attempt to halt our progress. In the city, the Elite Guard has been dispatched, L- Megatron." Obsidian replied to his leader almost instantaneously, not even bothering to question the leader's disappearance. "In other words, nothing we cannot deal with. Everything is proceeding as per schedule. Far more efficient, in fact -- the troops that were airdropped are performing far more admirably than my expectations."

Pause.

"Of note, Starscream's squad has assaulted the Senate building and is engaging the leader of the Guard, Magnus. His disappearance was unforseen but not much of a problem. The Autobots' own key pieces are starting to come out. Scorponok has been taken out, but has in turn taken out Prowl, one of the two linchpins of the Autobots' planning party. Your bodyguard, Lugnut -- was reported to have felled the treacherous Grimlock, himself a relatively major threat."

Pause.

"Sixshot has engaged the lowly Autobot knockoff, seems to have lost him in the fight and is in the process of wanton destruction. The Southwestern assault is practically uninterrupted."

He then turned around to regard Springer. "All these Vehicons are swarming around to protect me. What does that make the Decepticons, then, Springer?" He sighed. "The scientists request your capture, but since one of them has gotten himself defeated down there and the others have gone off-comm, I give you one last chance to leave this conflict peacefully."
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South East Border

Scorponok made a pissed-off, barely-coherent growl at Terabolt's comment, but made no move.
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Prowl looked up as a shadow was cast over him, with dread, but managed to breathe a sigh (or a choke, as it were) of relief as he recognized Terabolt, and Jazz a short distance behind her.

"Sorry." He gargled, coughing and expelling several globs of leaking mech fluid, pressing against the wound in his stomach with one hand. "I'm- not much- not much use at the moment."
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War Academy

"Rapido, Ironhide, sirs!" Lambor called with undisguised panic from his console. "The Decepticons breached the main gates! They took the Autoguns with them, too!"
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Skies over The Senate

"Yes, yes, boss!" Skywarp said, immediately setting off on doing what Starscream ordered him to do, teleporting straight upwards every fifteen seconds, counting each second (over the comm) like a child as he does so.

"One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen."

"Onetwothreefourfive..."
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The Senate

Thunderwrath gave a mocking "HA." He punched his fists together. "Everyone says that, you know? Never surrender. All that scrap."

He glanced at Ultra Magnus and grinned dangerously as he cocked his weapon and started to walk towards the desk to where Thundercracker was hiding behind. "Big guy! Good. Let's take out this Seeker, and then help the others. The teleporting one and the invisible one killed two of our own already and is hunting down the flier Prowl."
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Iacon Catacombs

Grimlock bit down a quick refusal. He was one of the Autobots again. One of the good guys. This person was weak. Useless in a fight. But ultimately innocent. One of the ones he has to protect.

"Me Grimlock see no reason to say no." The larger Autobot said. "When guns start firing, you hide and try not to get shot. What I call you?"

Not waiting for an answer, Grimlock turned around and started walking in the direction Glyph pointed him towards, trying not to wince as something in his knee creaked noisily.

Aero Blade
2014-02-27, 08:12 PM
South East Border

"It wasn't a bad try, but you've been behind a desk too long to jump right in," Terabolt would answer to Prowl in a consoling tone. "Still, you're alive, and that's more than we can say for some of these guys. Just make sure you practice a bit more before you get exiled next time, 'kay?"

Terabolt moved beside Prowl, crouching down low as though waiting, turning her head in Jazz's direction. "Get him up, I'll get him somewhere safer."


War Academy

Yoketron and Orion would proceed towards the war academy, the elder Temple Knight keeping watch for any threats.

((ooc: Warcry, want me to have our guys chase the geeks towards their pitstop? ;) ))

Warcry
2014-02-28, 04:30 AM
Streets

Megatron frowned slightly. "I suppose you should make at least a token effort to recover Scorponok," he told Obsidian. "He still has powerful allies, somehow, and they wouldn't be amused if we simply abandoned him."

He glanced over at Lungut, curious. "You defeated Grimlock? Good show."

The bodyguard shrugged slightly. "It was nothing. He probably survived. I could have killed him, of course, but your glorious command is a higher priority than a petty grudge match."

Megatron just nodded, then addressed Obsidian again. "Once you're done there, gather your troops and start moving toward the city centre. I've gathered most of the drop-troops, and I'll meet you there. Once we have the main government buildings under our control, Iacon -- nay, all of Cybertron -- shall be ours!"
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Skies over The Senate

"He may well be the dumbest person I've ever met," Starscream muttered as Skywarp began counting aloud.

(OOC @ Aero: Yeah, I wouldn't call them 'geeks' to their faces. They're way too nuts. But yeah, chase away. :) )

Clogs
2014-03-05, 10:45 PM
Iacon Catacombs

"I'm Glyph," said Glyph, following Grimlock as best she could; her legs were a lot shorter... "I'm an archivist. You might have heard of me?"

She did not wait for his reply, but added: "'Relics of the Primes'? 'Early Industrial Development on the Tagan Heights'? And I promise not to get in your way."

Blackjack
2014-03-07, 10:40 AM
South East Border

"Should never have gotten off." Prowl managed to get out before he was interrupted by another coughing fit. "-'m a liability. Out for far too long."
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Streets

"Must we now." Obsidian replied to Megatron, his tone showing just a hint of disappointment, but immediately consulted his readouts. "Vehicon Ground Squads... thirty-four, forty-seven. Break off your assault and recover Scorponok at all costs. Medic team fifteen, as soon as the ground squads have secured the area, get in there and evacuate the good Senator to Kaon."

"Indeed. And Cybertron will truly return to its former glory!" Obsidian replied to Megatron, voice sounding slightly giddy. Raising his voice, he commanded. "The rest of you! March to the center of the city! Crush everything in your path!"
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Skies over The Senate

Skywarp shook his head as the last of the black beam dissipated, but by then Starscream and Tracks have gone a fair distance away... not that Skywarp teleporting around in place helped his speed.

Of course, said ability does come in handy as he transformed into jet mode and started transversing large swathes of distance with teleportation leaps.
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Iacon Catacombs

"No." Grimlock replied to Glyph flatly, keeping the irritation out of his voice. "Kaon not get news. Not the happy kind, 'least."

The former Decepticon winced as he saw the emergency ladder. Too high to make good time. "Prowl." Grimlock said to his commlink. Dead. Of course it's dead. He can't be allowed to look smart and contribute at least once, can he?

Grimlock turned around and looked at Glyph, then back at the emergency ladder. The little archaeologist will definitely slow him down, with those tiny legs even if she had the stamina to match him. Grimlock bent down to one knee. "Get on top of me, Grimlock's... things." Grimlock gestured at the mass of tank kibble that ended up on his back. "Me have to get out fast to warn others."
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(OOC: @LQS, I'm going to move this along, kay?)

Skies

Not fun. The other six-changer had disappeared. Did he fail to keep up? Did he run away in fear? Did he go down to help the other soldiers? Not fun at all.

He looked for him. He did.

But he was nowhere to be found.

Sixshot approached a building, transformed into robot mode as he landed and let out a snarl. "General Obsidian. I have lost the Autobot six-changer. Should I track him down or do I continue with my initial orders?"

"Leave him be. Meet the rest of us at the city center."

"Aye, sir." Sixshot replied. An Elite Guardsman leapt through the air, spinning some kind of chain weapon before launching it at the six-changer. Without even turning his head, Sixshot drew his gun and opened fire without blinking, the blast of energy vaporizing the Guardsman's head and sending him tumbling down from the building's side. "I shall comply."

This is so boring.

Boring.

Boring boring boring.

Sixshot cut off the transmission, dimmed his optics, then let out a loud, frustrated roar. Transforming into his tank mode, he launched a barrage at a nearby skyscraper and caused it to begin tumbling down into the ground.

Clogs
2014-03-09, 12:20 AM
Iacon Catacombs

Glyph considered Grimlock's offer. She had been quite happy to scramble down that ladder, but up had not crossed her mind, certainly not at speed.

"Hm, thanks," she said and tried to climb onto the proffered 'backpack', only to topple down helplessly. Then, apologetically, she got to her feet and murmured: "Do you think you could help me up, please?"

Blackjack
2014-03-09, 12:32 PM
Iacon Catacombs

Grimlock didn't quite manage to suppress the sigh, but did pick Glyph up as gently as he can with one massive hand and deposit her on his kibble backpack. "You hang on tight to turret. Me, Grimlock, not want to get down there and scrape you off floor."

Unbelievable. Grimlock thought to himself. Here he was, hunting down one of the... two people who have beaten him (the thought left a very sour taste in Grimlock's proverbial mouth) and he's stopping to play babysitter to an archaeologist of all things!

And to top it off, he can't even call Prowl. How can he act smug and claim to be more useful if he can't tell Prowl where Megatron is?

Clogs
2014-03-10, 01:31 AM
Iacon Catacombs

And she did hang on tight - with one hand. The other clutched the datapad. There was no way Glyph was going to lose her work, assuming the pad could be repaired.

She checked her chronometer: was that the... date?

It would appear she had been working for much longer than she had supposed. It was something she found always happened when she became engrossed. And it meant she had missed the signal window. Again. Not that, when she considered it, her transmission would get through from so far beneath the surface.

She promised herself that, once Grimlock got them out, she would call through to the Archives and announce that she was safe.

The rumble of collapsing walls and ceilings echoed from nearby, accompanied by a cloud of metallic dust.

Glyph hoped that she was safe...

Aero Blade
2014-03-11, 03:19 PM
War Academy

Yoketron would move with swift, silent purpose, half paying attention to his surroundings and half keeping close watch on Orion. Then he would to turn a corner, and all attention went immediately to what he saw in front of him.

It had been some time ago since he had been in contact with the temple, but on their last communication they had sent him a rundown of what had happened at the Kaon temple, as well as the pictures of a few of the intruders, which he now saw ahead of him, moving further into the Academy. Little help was needed to guess what they might be up to.

Giving no warning to Orion (as the intruders might also still be within earshot) Yoketron would abruptly produce a few throwing stars, then fling them at high speed towards Tarantulas and Predacon



((ooc: Was hoping we'd have a post from Springer by now. Think it's safe to say Jazz helped and move Prowl and Terabolt along?))

Warcry
2014-03-13, 05:28 PM
City Center

Megatron stopped in his tracks, holding up one fist as a signal for his army to stop. The Vehicons and trained soldiers who had paradropped under Clench's command complied immediately, and the irregulars they had recruited from Iacon's working class followed suit a moment later.

He stood at the top of a hill overlooking the Great Dome, the defensive structure that enclosed the city's ancient heart. The Senate and the War Academy sat in its shadow like scared satellites hiding in its orbit. But the Dome couldn't protect them now. Both buildings were besieged, broken and soon to be Decepticon property.

The Dome itself, though, worried him. The Senate and War Academy were mere organs of government, important but ultimately replaceable. But what the Dome protected...that was irreplaceable. The Primal Palace, the Grand Temple, the monuments to the Thirteen, the access to Vector Sigma...those things were the heart and soul of Iacon's religion, and the tokens that they used to establish their dominance as Cybertron's preeminent city-state. It was so important to them, in fact, that nobody was allowed to enter the Dome except on official business...though the rich and powerful of the city, as always, were able to sidestep those laws.

If Kaon was going to truly take its place as the new capital of the world, the Dome and everything in it needed to burn. But that wouldn't be easy. With its' blast doors shut the Dome was practically impenetrable, and the structure itself was surely swarming with Autobot soldiers, private security, Temple Knights and the (ceremonial but still deadly) Primal Guard. Conquering it would not be easy, but it needed to be done.

"Mighty Megatron," Lugnut asked him, "should I ready the troops for attack?"

"Not yet," Megatron told him. "We'll wait."

Lugnut was obviously reluctant to ask a follow-up question, but forced himself to do so. "Wait for what?"

"For Sentinel Prime."
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War Academy

Predacon didn't see the stars coming, and let out a furious yowl as one of them embedded itself in his shoulder armour. He turned around and growled, "How dare you?" as he drew his whiplash cutlass and prepared to fight. His eyes settled on Yoketron, but if he recognized the mech he certainly didn't show it.

Blackjack
2014-03-13, 06:27 PM
Iacon Catacombs

As soon as Glyph hung on to Grimlock, he began moving. He did not so much as climb the ladder rung by rung -- that was for weaklings. Instead, Grimlock jumped up into the ladder, and grabbed hold of a foothold, before pushing against it and launching himself even higher into the air, and repeating the process over and over again.

Within a relatively short (and undoubtedly terrifying for Glyph) moment Grimlock crashed through the gate that covered the service tunnel, and landed with a massive crash on Iacon's surface.

Lugnut's gone, of course. Not to mention Grimlock had found himself some five or six blocks away from where he started so trailing the Decepticon was a bust anyway.

"Great." Grimlock muttered. "Just great."
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Southeast Border

(OOC: Sure, we'll go with that.)

As two of the paramedics that survived the Vehicon assault tended to Prowl, the strategist attempted to contact the War Academy... most worryingly, not even with a new radio was he able to raise either the Academy or Sentinel Prime.

This is bad. How badly are the Decepticons winning? Pretty badly, Prowl supposed. Even in the area around them, even with Scorponok defeated, only Terabolt and Jazz's presence allowed the paramedics to reach Prowl unmolested by Vehicon fire.

Prowl tried not to allow the imminent crashing wave of despair to overwhelm him. No. He can compartmentalize. Time to mourn and feel later.

"This is... this is Prowl to all surv- all Autobot officers. I request a status update if convenient."

"The main bulk of the Decepticons have gathered near the Dome. A lot of their troops are- tearing the city apart." Someone spoke over the lines.

The strategist forced himself to stand up, and winced. The makeshift patch on his stomach hurt like hell. The polymers hadn't fully coalesced and it was playing havoc with his pain circuits, but pain Prowl can take. Uselessness, though? Dysfunction? Damned if he will let Iacon fall under his watch.

"Get ready. Vehicons will swarm our position soon. They will want Scorponok back, and a few fodder soldiers will be disposable enough for that purpose." Prowl stated, voice almost entirely cold and mechanical. His expression was devoid of any form of pain or uncertainty. "We will fight through them. We need to get to the city center and back up the rest of our troops."
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City Center

"That is an extremely reasonable assumption." Obsidian observed as he lowered himself from the atmosphere next to Lugnut. "This is a perfect place to set up an ambush." Obsidian's troops started to filter in and move into ranks around the ones that came with Megatron.

He turned to Megatron and made a short, polite bow. "Liege. I estimate our forces are relatively adequate to lay siege to the Dome and force them to surrender. May I recommend a-"

Just before he finished his sentence, however, Obsidian was interrupted very loudly.
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"You have planned for everything, have you not, savage?" Sentinel Prime's voice sounded from megaphones installed around the Senate and War Aacdemy. "Well, your little rebellion is at an end. By the authority vested upon my by the Matrix, the Thirteen, the Gauntlet and the Primal Vanguard, I command you to stand down and I promise your men will have a fair trial. At least do something decent before you are sent to the gallows, one way or another."

"Because." Sentinel's voice came from far nearby this time, and the Prime materialized from under the hill, standing on the open hatch of a gunship rising up to allow the Prime to stand face-to-face with Megatron and the Decepticons... before moving further into the air to put the Prime at an elevated position. "I will make sure you die, here and now, for what you did to Zeta Prime and this city."

At least six more gunships rose up around Sentinel's, decorated with Elite Guard markings. Their weapons and missiles were trained at the Vehicon troops following Megatron.

"This is a mere fraction of the troops between here and the dome, little warlord." Sentinel said through his activated faceplate. "The Knights, the Elite Guard and the Primal Guard will crush whatever resistance you can muster. No. They will be redundant. I will crush whatever resistance you can muster."

"For I... I AM SENTINEL! SENTINEL PRIME!" With this roar, Sentinel leapt out of the hatch, Skyboom Shield activating to repel whatever gunfire Megatron's men will undoubtedly launch at him. As he said this the gunships with him began taking aim at the Decepticons and the rest of the troops and started to open fire.

And upon that declaration, Wheeljack and Highbrow's forcefield flared to life, far brighter than it was at the Southeastern border, enveloping the Dome, the Academy and the Temples.

Clogs
2014-03-15, 12:38 AM
Iacon Catacombs

Glyph hung on - oh, how she hung on! It was quite surprising just how tight she could hold on, driven by sheer terror.

Why could you not just climb? she thought, quite unable to vocalise between each monstrous leap.

When, at last, Grimlock propelled them out onto the surface, the teal Minibot could do nothing more than remain on his back, stunned to immobility. The datapad, damaged as it was in the catacomb roof cave-in, now also sported several extra dents from her frantic grip.

Blackjack
2014-03-15, 05:43 AM
Iacon Catacombs

Grimlock turned to look at Glyph, clinging even harder to his back than those Driller-leeches from the Manganese Mountains. He suppressed an urge to sigh and call the little one weak, and instead bent down to allow her to hop off.

"Me sorry about that." Grimlock said. "But speed essen- ess- BAH. Speed needed. You not hurt?"

Clogs
2014-03-15, 11:20 PM
Street above Iacon Catacombs

She did not let go for, despite Grimlock's quite reasonable (and polite) request, she couldn't...

Glyph had, quite simply, seized up...

Warcry
2014-03-19, 04:56 AM
City Center

Megatron saw Sentinel Prime rise into view, saw the forcefield flicker into existence over the Dome...and smiled.

"Ah, if it isn't the Senate's chief thug himself. How kind of you to finally grace us with your presence, Sentinel. What took you so long? Did you need to meet your daily quota of newly-hatched protoforms oppressed before you could come and see to me?"

Lugnut took a step forward, putting himself between the Prime and his master. He took several hits from the gunships that would otherwise have struck Megatron, but if they pained him he refused to show it. Several smaller, weaker Decepticons, on the other hand, were blown to bits by the onslaught.

"Just give the word, Mighty Megatron, and I will tear him limb from limb!"

"No," Megatron said calmly. "No, I think not. Not yet anyway. The good Sentinel Prime still has much to answer for before we grant him the grace of death. But his ships, on the other hand? Those can go." The Decepticon leader raised his voice and said with supreme confidence that the target of his command was nearby, "Sixshot, deal with our attackers! Kill everyone but the Prime."

Then he addressed his top commander. "Obsidian, rally the troops into defensive formations and tel them to start seizing whatever fortifications they can find. Fireproof ones, preferably," he added cryptically.

And then, finally, he deigned to answer Sentinel Prime. "The Matrix is a bauble, the Thirteen never existed, your 'Gauntlet' is a fairy tale made up by Nova Prime to justify his oppression and the Primal Vanguard will fall before me just as your Elite Guard does. You have no authority here, Sentinel, and you wield no power over us. Not anymore." His voice changed tone, going from aggressive to almost contemplative. "Zeta Prime was a decent person, you know. Out of touch with the world and complicit by his negligence in the oppression of tens of millions of Cybertronians, but a decent person at his core. His death was tragic, a necessary evil in the service of a greater cause. But you, Sentinel? You are a monster and your death will be slow, merciless and well deserved. But first, you're going to suffer."

He raised his voice and barked, "Shockwave, begin phase one of the bombardment! Your target is the Great Dome."

"As you command, Megatron. Beginning bombardment with conventional weapons only."

Moments later, the Nemesis and several of her sister-ships opened fire from orbit. The warships' heavy fusion cannons -- larger, even more destructive versions of the weapon now strapped to Megatron's right arm -- sent streams of superheated death raining down on the Dome and its protective forcefield. The field held -- for now -- but the air around it superheated to the point that nearby buildings began to spontaneously burst into flames. Meanwhile the skies above, which had grown darker as the day had worn on from the now-distant noon, lit up again as the orbiting Autobot fleet, previously content to cower from the Decepticon warships as long as they kept away from the orbital habitats, launched an aggressive assault on the attackers in a desperate attempt to prevent the atrocity that Megatron had ordered.

"Let me clear something up for you, Sentinel. You seem to be under the impression that I want the patch of real estate you're guarding. But nothing could be farther from the truth. The Great Dome will burn, and every single Transformer loyal to you is going to burn with it. I'm not going to fight your ridiculous excuse for an army, Sentinel. I'm going to massacre them, along with all the wealthy elites who've bought their protection. And after your followers, your masters and all the symbols of your corrupt, illegitimate regime's authority have been purged in a cleansing fire...then and only then will you be allowed to die."

Springer85
2014-03-20, 09:44 PM
Iacon Streets

Kup held on to Ramjet and the Decepticon crashed into a store. Luckily, it looked like Ramjet took the brunt of the impact. All dinged up, Kup got back up on his feet and shook his head. "Not the brightest of my ideas..." he said as he went looking for his gun. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay down."

Prowl's com came in. "This is Kup. Currently in a scrap with two Deceptigoons. Don't think they're going to be much of a problem, but we're going to need to start taking down their heavy hitters soon or else there won't be a city left to defend soon."
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The Senate

"Everyone says it," Thundercracker said while wiping the oil from his mouth with the back of his hand. "I mean it!" he shouted. Thundercracker jumped out from behind the desk and charged Thunderwrath guns blazing, hoping to strike the Autobot off-guard with such a frontal assault.

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Ultra Magnus was ready to engage Thundercracker when Prowl's com came in. "Prowl, this is Magnus. Me, Tracks and some of my unit are currently engaging the three Seekers that attacked the War Academy. They're putting up quite the resistance, but it's nothing I can't handle."

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South East Border

While Springer was fighting off the Vehicons, Obsidian had escaped him. Taking down his assailants one by one, Springer decided to head towards the city where he thought he could do more good.

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War Academy

One of Yoketron's stars managed to dig itself into the left leg of Tarantulas when the mad scientist wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. "Ow!" he let out loud. "You'll pay for that," he shouted as he shook his fist. Tarantulas pulled out the star from his leg and threw it right back at Yoketron, though obviously with a lot less accuracy than the Temple Knight could. "Let's see if you die just as easily as those Temple Knights back in Kaon," he giggled.

Blackjack
2014-03-23, 02:03 PM
Street above Iacon Catacombs

Grimlock let out a long sigh. Why was he always stuck with these guys who aren’t accustomed to battle? First that Raikou kid, now this… “You Glyph okay? Me, Grimlock, need to get back to beating people up. Need to drive bad guys away.”
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City Center

Sentinel Prime continued to charge at Megatron, expression blank thanks to his battle mask, not bothering to reply the tyrant’s first remark about protoforms and the like. The large five-eyed bodyguard sadly protected Megatron from the worst of the gunships’ fire, but Sentinel paid it no heed – he did not expect the gunships to be able to take Megatron down, anyway. And indeed, as soon as he thought that, the gunship he had just been in erupted in fire, raining down a wave of heat and shrapnel down onto the clearing.

He knew it would be personal. It would be one on one.

But Lugnut did block his way and cause Sentinel Prime to pause in his charge, holding his position in a battle-ready stance as the Decepticon leader spoke. “Autobots, do not falter! Kill everyone! This is the time of their reckoning!”

Ignoring the erupting gunships in the air above and behind him, Sentinel Prime glared at Megatron through his visor, ignoring his blasphemic comments. Raising to the bait would be immature, and to be truthful Sentinel never believed in most of those things either. “I am a monster? I was chosen by the Matrix to be a Prime, to be a guardian, against you! You killed Zeta. You caused a war that killed hundreds, millions of innocent civilians! You created massive weapons of doom that all but destroyed half of Cybertron’s cities. And I am the monster?”

But when Megatron suddenly called out to a certain ‘Shockwave’, confusion was etched on Sentinel’s face under the mask… before realization dawned. “NO!” Sentinel shouted loudly, his head whirling around… and was thankful that the field held. “Destroy the warships!” Sentinel barked into his own commlink. “Destroy them all!”

Sentinel then turned to face Megatron, optics steely. “Massacre us? No, Megatron. We will massacre you. For your insult against all that Iacon and Cybertron stands for, I swear you will die this day.” Sentinel wished he could craft words as threatening as Megatron did, but that was always more of Zeta’s forte.

He pointed the tip of his energon lance at Lugnut’s direction. “Move, pawn, or I will move you. This is between me and him.”
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Having been lurking on a nearby rooftop, Sixshot had moved in for the kill with blinding speed, and was sorely disappointed as the wreckage of Sentinel Prime’s gunship spun down and erupted in a larger flame below.

Really? A single barrage brought down one of them? This won’t be a fight, it will be a massacre.

How absolutely boring.

Sixshot spun around and dived straight down, launching several more blasts at another gunship, causing it to erupt again. He zipped up, and a third gunship that blocked his way erupted into two halves as the six-changer rammed through it.

They haven’t even trained their guns at him! This is no fun. Any soldier who hopped down from the gunships engaged the Decepticon troopers straight away.

The Dome or whatever the heck it’s called then was then attacked by the orbital cannons or something, and Sixshot was disappointed once more. “I could’ve done that.” Sixshot muttered under his breath. “I could’ve done that and it would’ve been far more challenging than these.”
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“At once.” Obsidian said, having avoided the worst of the barrage. “You heard Megatron – move into defensive formations, fireproof shields if you can!”

Obsidian then heard what Megatron said. What his leader, his supposed savior, said about destroying everything in Iacon in a cleansing fire. Yes, that was what they needed. What they needed to purge. But the Great Dome and every last remnant of their culture? No less than five days ago had Obsidian been in that same place, observing sculptures crafted by the past ages of Cybertron. Is it all worth it?

And what the Prime said… was it true? Were they destroying Cybertron? Were they mere tyrants rampaging across the countryside?

Was it too much?

“Is this all not a little too extreme?” Obsidian spoke softly to himself as he hovered in place behind the cover of an upturned vehicle, his own red eyes reflecting the now-red sky caused by all the weaponry flying over the dome. But he didn’t say a thing to Megatron. No, to doubt his leader right now would simply be counter-productive. It would get himself killed, or worse, cause Megatron to order a larger amount of destruction than necessary.

And indeed, destruction was necessary. But Obsidian, once more, felt doubt.
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South-East Border

Prowl’s expression grew somber as reports from the War Academy filtered in. “Get out of there, Rapido. We need to make another staging ground. It’s too dangerous there. Order an evacuation.”

“Kup. Magnus They’re nuking the Great Dome. The forcefields are holding and our own fleets are engaging, but if we don’t stop them soon, the Great Dome, the Academy, the Temples and everything there will be obliterated. They don’t plan on merely taking over, they’re planning on scorching this city to the ground. Sentinel’s rounded up part of the Elite Guard and the Primal Vanguard to engage Megatron but I doubt they stand a chance.” Prowl shook his head. “Finish your fights as soon as you can and head to the City Center to support them! We need to take Megatron down, and we need it now!”

Prowl mentally scrolled down the list of countermeasures. The fleet has already been deployed. The Vanguard was mobilized hastily by Sentinel and are now fodder for the six-changer. The anti-orbital nukes have already been destroyed by the Vehicons who knew where to hit. So has the orbital net. Practically every single contingency plan has been taken out either by Obsidian or by the Decepticons’ rampage through the town.

This is not good.

“Springer.” Prowl said into his commlink. “Springer, can you hear me? You… you are our best bet for taking down the six-changer. I realize I’m asking a lot of you, but with Quick Switch out of the picture you’re our only hope. It’s massacring all our forces, forces that could stand a chance against Megatron’s army if they are alive.”
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The Senate

Thunderwrath was taken off-balance by Thundercracker, taking a few hits on the torso and the stomach as the Seeker’s fire slammed onto him. He attempted to fend the Decepticon off with a wide swing of his arm.

Clogs
2014-03-26, 12:09 AM
Street above Iacon Catacombs

"I...I...I," Glyph managed. "I'm okay..."

She had to consciously will her fingers to let go of Grimlock's backpack so she could drop to the ground. Lovely ground!

"S...sorry, to be a p...p...problem..."

Aero Blade
2014-04-02, 05:30 PM
War Academy

Yoketron would catch the returning star thrown by Tarantulas, producing a few more before taking a combat stance. "On your guard, Orion. Our time in the fray has begun."

Yoketron would then launch himself forward towards the intruders, flinging the next set of throwing stars predominantly at Predacon as he closed in on the group.


South-East Border

With Prowl back at what he was meant to be doing, and the medics seeing to him, Terabolt would move out, headed back to the location where Scorponok had been left.

Warcry
2014-04-02, 09:51 PM
(OOC: Sorry for not replying sooner...I've been busy with site stuff. Should ease up in a week or so though.)

City Center

In the skies above, fires erupted as the Autobot and Decepticon warships began to engage one another in earnest. Particle beams, fusion blasts, nuclear warhead detonations and antimatter explosions streaked across the sky, casting the battlefield in noonday brightness. As the moments wore on, the burnt husks of broken warships -- their hulls cast in either copper and purple -- began to fall to the ground, their bows burning bright from the heat of reentry. The force field that protected the dome had begun to weaken, and the occasional beam was sneaking through to scar the protective metal barrier below.

Lugnut didn't so much as flinch when Sentinel tried to intimidate him. In fact, the hulking brute smiled.

"If you want to move me, then move me," he told the Autobot leader, showing no trace of fear. "But know this -- I've been crushed under the boot of a Prime for my entire life. Nothing will make me happier than getting my hands on you."

He flexed his three-fingered hands in anticipation.

"But if you want to threaten the glorious Megatron, you'll need to come through me!"
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War Academy

Predacon's whiplash cutlass flexed, then began to move fluidly as if of it's own volition. The "jaws" at the end of the weapon snapped around, grabbing up the throwing stars that Yoketron had tossed at him and snapping them in half with a single bite.

"Sorry," he told the Temple Knight with a voice that was almost apologetic (but clearly not sincere), "but that trick only works when my back is turned. You wanna maybe try fighting like a real mech? I mean, none of that did any of your buddies in Kaon any good. Tricks or not, they died just the same..."
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Iacon Streets

Ramjet's head rang as he shook the debris off and pulled himself out of the smashed-in wall.

"Yeah...never been accused of knowin' what's good for me."

Straightening up, he raised his right arm and started firing laser blasts at Kup. But with his head still foggy, he had a very hard time aiming at the Autobot. Several of his shots probably peppered the ground around Dirge as well.

Heinrad
2014-04-03, 12:41 AM
Warehouse District:


Hot Rod peered out from the rubble he'd been using as cover, staring at the shouldering remains of Zero and his Vehicons. "How..... What....."

Nightbeat shrugged, picking up his blaster and checking it. "Not that hard. Lure them to where we have the advantage, use the advantage to fix the problem. Piece of oil-cake."

"But you're a cop! You know zip about fighting a war."

Nightbeat smirked. "Hostage negotiator. Not that different, really."

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Skies:


Tracks didn't respond to Starscream's request, diving for the cover of the streets.

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War Academy:


This was not good. This was about as far from good as you could get.

Ironhide stared at the screens. "That slag-suckin' idjit!!!!!!!! Rapido, if we got anything heavy anywhere near Sent'nel, get it there NOW!!! then get yerself an' ever'body else out'a here. Ah'm gonna try t'get th' Prahme out'a there in one piece." Ironhide took off at a run, charging out of the War Room.

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Orion brought his rifle up, aiming at Tarantulas. "Hold it right there, Decepticon!"

Blackjack
2014-04-11, 04:27 AM
Street above Iacon Catacombs

"Be happy you not have to exp- experi- to do that on daily basis." Grimlock told Glyph in a tone that was more bitter than condescending... but then again, in Grimlock's gruff, hard voice, who can tell?

"Me, Grimlock, am going to go. Fight. What about you? You follow, or hide?" Grimlock turned to look as a building several blocks away collapsed under Vehicon fire. "Not that anywhere safe."
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South-East Border

Scorponok, head cast downwards and ruined limbs dangling from where the Autobots had shattered the joints, did not react as Terabolt approached him. In the distance, a group of jet Vehicons sent by Obsidian swooped in.
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Prowl grunted as the reports filled in. Things were not looking good. But between the splitting headache he had (nothing his mental conditioning can do about that) and the general confusion for being out of the loop for the five minutes that the Decepticons made their big push... "Jazz. Jazz, you're faster. Take- take anyone you can gather, and go help Sentinel. The idiot's going to get himself killed. Get Orion, Ironhide, Warpath, anyone you can assemble..."
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City Center

"Zeta Prime's boot is not quite enough to squish you, it seems, insect." Sentinel growled. "But let me remedy that error." The Prime charged at Lugnut without hesitation, Skyboom Shield expanding and thickening into the size of a ramming shield, intending to smash into Lugnut's stomach and send him keeling over.

Despite his threats to the lesser Decepticon, Sentinel had no qualms on who his true target is.
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Skies

"Guys? Guys, where'd you guys go?" Skywarp said, shaking his head. "Blue? Starry?"

He waited for a full thirty seconds before letting out a sigh. "Starry's going to be totally pissed."

Clogs
2014-04-18, 02:21 PM
Street above Iacon Catacombs

Glyph barely heard Grimlock over what was definitely the sounds of fighting - and now very close fighting, at that. She turned her head sharply to stare at the flash of fire and sudden gout of debris that hailed the end of a building and winced.

A few astroseconds later, a tall, delicate tower even closer shattered as a whirling girder spun through it exactly at its half-way point and Glyph flung herself flat to avoid a scatter of sharp plexiglass fragments.

As Grimlock said, nowhere was safe and she was a Minibot without any weapons. And she had no idea where Tap-Out might be.

"I'll come with you, if you don't mind," she said, looking up at the mech towering beside her.

Warcry
2014-04-27, 03:01 AM
City Center

Setinel Prime's shield slammed square on into Lugnut's midsection, but the Decepticon held his ground. He dropped down to a squat, has clawed feet digging into the ground as his thick, clumsy-looking fingers spread wide to push back against the Skyboom Shield.

"You...won't...get...by...me..." he snarled, straining under the Autobot leader's impressive strength.
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Skies Above the Senate

Starscream watched Tracks dive, and assumed the Autobot was doing as asked and returning to the ground...where he would be a very, very tempting target. On any other day the seeker would have strongly considered going back on his word and murdering him, but today...today was special. He'd already butchered the entire sitting senate, and he needed to ensure that everyone knew it had been his doing. And to do that, he needed to chase Magnus out of the building and fortify it for Decepticon use.

So he let the Autobot drift out of his sights, taking his eye off the ball for a moment as he thought of the accolades that would follow.

"Skywarp, have you managed to die yet? If not, head back to the Senate and find out what Thundercracker is dealing with."

Aero Blade
2014-04-27, 07:48 PM
Iacon Streets

The shots from Ramjet would force Dirge to stop shooting himself, in favor instead of taking cover from his ally's less than careful aim.

"Hey! Shoot the Autobot you idiot!"


South-East Border

Terabolt would slow her speed and trot up to Scorponok, seizing a firm grip on a chunk of his armor with her jaws, and starting to drag the large Decpeticon towards a partially collapsed building. If the Vehicons wanted to take back their ally, they'd have to come at her on ground level through the opening, restricting how many could come at her at once. It was one of Yoketron's many rules that he'd drilled into her training - if you have the opportunity, pick your battle field well.

Blackjack
2014-04-29, 09:37 AM
Street above Iacon Catacombs

Grimlock raised his optic brow. He was ready to jump to block the massive piece of debris and save Glyph from being a pancake, but the little minibot was faster than Grimlock gave her credit for.

"Safest place be around me, Grimlock. Try to find cover." The large Autobot conceded. "You turn into car?" Grimlock transformed into his tank mode. "We need to be fast."
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City Center

Sentinel Prime roared loudly as Lugnut pressed against the Skyboom Shield. He wouldn't rate himself among the raw power of the likes of Lugnut or Grimlock, but Sentinel did not earn his moniker nor his rank as the commander of the War Academy without some actual skills. He's fought against larger opponents before.

And with everything on the line, well, even a bumbling fool can be of some use.

"You will yield, Decepticon!" Sentinel Prime sent a surge of electricity through the Skyboom Shield intended to make Lugnut get surprised enough to lose his balance. At the same time, the Skyboom Shield's lower parts retracted and created a small opening to allow Sentinel to stab his energon lance towards one of Lugnut's feet.
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Skies Above the Senate

"Thunder- oh, Blue? Okay, boss. Got it." Skywarp disappeared and reappeared near the hole atop the senate room. He frowned as he went down, teleporting randomly until he came across Magnus and Thundercracker. "Hey, Blue! Need some help?"

Of course, he had already trained his machineguns on Ultra Magnus and unloaded both clips at the larger Autobot. "There's some big, ugly dude here with Blue!" Skywarp yelled at Starscream through the commlink.
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South-East Border

Scorponok made no noise, his body fully limp as Terabolt pulled him along.

Some distance away, acid pellets shot into the air and slammed onto a couple of the Vehicons coming to Scorponok's rescue. Prowl's less-than-perfect aim thanks to his condition meant that he only managed to crash a single Vehicon, but he wounded several and caused the formation to disperse.

Aero Blade
2014-05-01, 02:55 PM
South-East Border

Like a predator storing a carcas for later, Terabolt hauled Scorponok into the derelick building, and with a swing of her head, tossed him into a corner. She would then turn back around to glance outside at the coming troops, checking their possitions before proceding into the building herself. Terabolt prowled around for a short while before chosing a piece or rubble to scale and perch on. There she stayed, laying in wait for the vehicons.


War Academy

The second set of throwing stars had been to service as a distract, Yokertron going for his own weapon and drawing it as he closed the distance. By the time Predacon had made his taunt, the Temple Knight was on him with an ignited energy katana.

Blackjack
2014-05-07, 02:27 PM
South-East Border

Scorponok made no sound (nor was he able to), his massive frame slamming down onto the ground as Terabolt threw him onto the floor of the building.

Several of the Vehicons outside scattered, some to collect those that were shot down by Prowl and his men, though two swung towards Terabolt and made a half-hearted attempt at opening fire with small-arms fire.

Warcry
2014-05-08, 09:55 PM
City Center

"I don't know the meaning of the word!" Lugnut staggered back as the electric shock ran through the shield, then sustained a nasty gash on his shin as Sentinel Prime stabbed at him with his lance.

But Lugnut wasn't so easily defeated. With space now between them, he balled up his right fist, cocked it back and activated the internal gravity well as he threw a punch right at the Skyboom Shield, hoping to shatter it.
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Skies Above the Senate

Starscream sighed. "Is he threatening Thundercracker?" he prompted Skywarp. "If he is, deal with him until I get back. If not...well, you've probably already shot at him anyway, so deal with him until I get back."
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Iacon Streets

"I'm tryin', newbie!" Ramjet barked back at Dirge. "Maybe you ain't got eyes to see, but I just crashed into a building!"
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War Academy

Predacon smiled wickedly as Yoketron charged him.

"Fancy blade," Predacon told the Temple Knight as he sidestepped the charge. "Mine is fancier."

His whiplash cutlass snapped out as if of its own accord, trying to wrap itself around the energy katana and force the Autobot to fight him hand-to-hand. Predacon was cockily overconfident that the immense physical strength and fist-fighting experience he'd earned brawling alongside Megatron in the energon mines would be more than enough to overwhelm any Knight -- who he considered weak, effete and lazy to the last mech.

The ones he'd fought in Kaon, it had to be said, had done little to disabuse him of that notion.

Aero Blade
2014-05-12, 02:17 PM
Iacon Streets

"You're the one claiming to be an indestructible juggernaught!" Dirge snapped back at Ramjet as he came out from his cover again. "I wouldn't expect a building to bother you!"


War Academy

Yoketron was not an imposing bot - he wasn't large, and he wasn't heavily armored - but this was what had felled many opponents in the past, because it bylined Yoketron's true dangers, his speed and agility.

As Yoketron closed the distance, Predacon did exactly as he had wanted, employing the whip-function of his weapon. As Predacon started to sidestep, Yoketron did the same, letting go of his energy katana to instead grab hold of Predacon's weapon directly, allowing it to wrap around his wrist.

A brute such as this one with a weapon would hit quite hard, and Yoketron needed to neutralize that. Now that they were up close, and Yoketron had partial control of Predacon's weapon, the Temple Knight launched off a flurry of punches and kicks at his opponent, intended to cause Predacon to drop or release his weapon.


South-East Border

The weapon fire from the two vehicons would miss Terabolt as she slipped back into the building and disappeared out of sight. She wasn't going to chase them, and instead just waited inside at her hide-spot. If they wanted Scorponok they'd have to come investigate sooner or later, and she could be patient.

Warcry
2014-05-29, 04:23 AM
Iacon Streets

"Just 'cause it don't break me," Ramjet shouted at Dirge, "doesn't mean it don't hurt like the blazes! Maybe you should try it out some time, see how it feels? Oh, wait, I forgot! You'd need to get your skull welded back together by that fop of a doctor if you did!"
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War Academy

The handle of the whiplash cutlass fell from Predacon's hands as Yoketron pummelled him, but the weapon slithered out of the Autobot's grasp and fell to the floor as if it had a mind of its own.

Predacon, meanwhile, grimaced as the Temple Knight landed another blow on him. But he as unbowed. "Impressive, really. I've got to give it to you. You hit hard for a pampered Iacon-bot. But I'll let you in on a little secret...nobody survived a minute in the mines if they didn't know how to take a punch! Can you say the same?"

His hands clenching into fists, Predacon lashed out at Yoketron with a flurry of body blows, trying to punch through the Autobot's torso plating.

Blackjack
2014-07-13, 12:39 PM
City Center

Sentinel Prime lifted the Skyboom Shield and growled as Lugnut's punch hit it... and was pushed backwards as the force proved far larger than what a normal punch would feel.

The Skyboom Shield would hold if he put more energy into it, but...

But there was still Megatron.

Sentinel deactivated the Skyboom Shield, allowing the energy to dissipate as he spun to the side to allow Lugnut's fist to sail through him, and then attempted to slash Lugnut in the side as he did so.
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Skies Above the Senate

"He looks threatening for sure, Star-boss." Skywarp replied as he continued to open fire at Ultra Magnus.
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South-East Border

The Vehicons circled the air above Terabolt, but eventually decided to circle back towards the burning city, seemingly abandoning the rescue attempt at Scorponok in the process.

Aero Blade
2014-07-16, 05:29 PM
War Academy

Yoketron used his smaller frame to his advantage, moving about as Predacon tried to pummel him. Blows came all around the elder Temple Knight, glancing his armor or missing all together, until one came at just the right moment to hit him squarely in the chest. Much lighter than the opponents Predacon was used to dealing with, instead of smashing the other mech it would knock Yoketron backwards, sending him tumbling.

The elder Knight was undeterred, though, using the momentum to roll to his hands and spring back off the ground. In the same motion he summoned more throwing stars and flung them at Predacon at close range as he sprang away from him.


Iacon Streets

Dirge had been about to retort Ramjet again when he would realize something was missing from the scene - the Autobots.

With all the banter going between the two of them, their playthings had wandered off, probably taking the opportunity presented by the bickering to scamper off like cowards. It made Dirge even more irritated.

"Forget about your lousy headache, crash-dummy! Our Autobots escaped!"


South-East Border

Spying the Vehicons seeming to change their mind about their rescue mission, or perhaps ordered elsewhere for a more important mission, Terabolt would slip back out of her ambush spot and transform as she walked back over to the prone Scorponok. She put a foot on the larger mech's head, not so much to step on him as it was to turn it as though to inspect his vitals briefly.

"You ain't going under here, big boy. You're gonna stand up in trial for what's gone on here," She told the unconscious form as she produced a field medkit. She was no medic, but basic field patch jobs was part of every Knight's training. She could at least get him sealed up enough to not die on the trip back.

Blackjack
2014-07-24, 03:34 PM
South-East Border

Scorponok didn't say anything in reply to Terabolt. In fact, he doesn't seem to be capable of doing so, since the inner portion of his face, surrounding his helmet, seemed to have... detached. There was a hole where his face should have been.

Scorponok's body was limp, and it was bleeding energon, but it would quickly be apparent that there was no living spark remaining there.

Aero Blade
2014-07-25, 07:28 PM
South-East Border

With no spark apparent to bother saving, Terabolt would waste little more time on the remaining body. The missing face was just a bit more than a tad creepy, but there was a battle still going on and there would be time for such grotesque mysteries later. Without even a shrug to the weird scenario, Terabolt would abandon her quarry, transforming and leaving the derelict building to head back to Prowl's location.

LQS
2014-07-26, 10:27 PM
Skies above Iacon

Quick Switch had broken off the attack.

Too weak. Can't beat him. I need upgrades.

He flew over the landscape with his guns at the ready should he encounter any Decepticon activity. He opened his radio.

"Quickswitch reporting. I couldn't defeat the Decepticon weapon. Orders?"

He waited.

Blackjack
2014-08-01, 01:42 PM
Nemesis

Scorponok scampered through the Nemesis' corridors, having been brought aboard the Decepticon warship by one of the Jet Vehicons. He stopped next to the door to the medbay and laughed. He laughed for a long time.

It's just a shame that he can't see that self-righteous Templar's face when she found his body. Would it be shock? Anger?

Shame Scorponok didn't install any self-destruct mechanisms in his body. But it was general common sense not to install a bomb within your own self. Well, maybe Tarantulas or Predacon was crazy enough to do that, but Scorponok wasn't insane like them. He was more... liberated. Open-minded.

Who would've thought of the idea of downsizing his body into a smaller protoform that can transform into a head, allowing him to survive any disastrous wound to his larger body? Sure, it would probably need some work now, but whatever the case he's not a prisoner, and not dead.

Still, his role in this battle had probably came to an end until he can get to one of his spare bodies.

He peeked into the medbay, and frowned. "Anybody here?"
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Iacon Walls

"Quickswitch?" Prowl called out in surprise. He clutched his chest and grunted as he stood up. "Get to the center of the town. Everything's going to hell there -- make sure Sentinel Prime doesn't die. Protect the Prime!"

Prowl growled. He turned to Terabolt. "You all right? We're- we might be losing this war."

Aero Blade
2014-08-01, 09:04 PM
Medbay, Nemesis

Within the medbay Scorponok would be able to spot two vehicons, the standard stand-by staff. While useful for emergency first aid, they would be of little use for Scorponok's predicament. The constructicons they had been using for medical duty wouldn't be much better, but even those didn't seem to be present in the medbay for the moment. On the far side of the medbay there would be one more new form, though, a mech in fancy red plating. This fellow was asleep at the moment, though, laid out in a cot that looked hap-hazardly set up along the wall.


Iacon Walls

Terabolt would run up swiftly to Prowl's location, stopping on a dime nearby and transforming before taking the last few steps over to him. "Trust me when I say it could be worse. I'm not about to let this place go down without a fight."

She would look briefly over her shoulder, as thought to indicate a direction as she spoke to Prowl. "Got a mystery for us once things are settled. Scorpy bit the bucket back there, but weird thing is, his face is missing from the corpse. Scraplets and Scrapmetals wouldn't just stop there with all that fresh energon and metal left over, so that begs the question who would want just a head component, and why."

LQS
2014-08-02, 02:07 AM
Iacon City Center

Quickswitch responded to Prowl's order, "Understood, sir! Protect the Prime!"

With my life.

As the Autobot flew low over the center of the city, he found Sentinel Prime and Lugnut fighting it out. He transformed to cannon mode and hovered, to beast mode and landed lightly on his claws, then back to his hunchbacked robot mode.

He stabbed a finger at Lugnut--whoever he was. A target was a target.

"YOU!!" he thundered, "Whoever you are," he said, savage duty unconstrained in his voice, "I give my life for the Prime!!"

This was all he said in preamble before he cocked his blasters and opened fire.

"Die Decepticon! You are finished here!!!"

Warcry
2014-08-02, 04:46 PM
Iacon Streets

"Forget about it? Maybe I should give you a headache!" Ramjet scowled at Dirge for a moment before he realized what the other Decepticon had said. "Oh. Right. That whole 'war' thing."

He shook his head, trying to ignore the extra pain it caused long enough to think.

"We're, uh, s'posed to head over to the middle of the city, I think? Once we're done here I mean. And it sorta looks like we're done, ya know? No 'Bots left, an' all that."
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War Academy

Predacon grinned as he sent Yoketron flying, opening his mouth to taunt the Autobot knight...and got a facefull of throwing stars for his trouble.

"Dammit!" He bolted, painfully ripping the bladed weapons out of his armour as he dashed around the corner. "What are you even doing here, ninja? You sword-wielding goofs are supposed to be neutral, not pick sides in a war!"

His whiplash cutlass, still in the floor where Yoketron had knocked it, slithered after its' owner like a snake.
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City Center

Lugnut growled as he lost his footing, tripping up as the shield he expected to hit suddenly disappeared. Sentinel's blade missed him, but he still crumbled to the ground leaving the patch clear between the Prime and Megatron.

Megatron just smiled. "Leave him be, Lugnut."

"But Lord Megatron--"

"I appreciate your concern," Megatron said flatly, "but this is my fight. This idiot is only Prime because I killed the last one. He's my mess to clean up."

Then Quickswitch showed up on the scene, spraying cannon fire all around the hilltop. None of the rounds came too close to Lugnut, which was a shame because they would have been more likely to kill Sentinel than the heavily-armoured brute. Megatron smiled at his bodyguard and said, "Deal with that. And remind me to have words with Sixshot later for leaving it alive."

"As you wish." Lugnut looked somewhat disappointed, insofar as his cyclopean, lantern-jawed face could show emotion, but he didn't hesitate to act on his master's orders. The machine guns on his chest returned fire, though he doubted he'd score any more hits from this range than the Autobot had.

"So you're looking for a fight, eh?" Lugnut stretched his arms out, cracking his big knuckles. "I can help you out with that."

Megatron turned his attention back onto Sentinel, then, and his smile turned cold. "And then there was you. Are you ready to die, Prime? Ready to have the Matrix torn from your cold, lifeless body and worn as a trophy by the new ruler of this world?"
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Skies Above the Senate

"That's not the question I asked," Starscream told Skywarp. "And if you can't say my name properly, don't try."

LQS
2014-08-02, 06:19 PM
Iacon City Center

Wait--what-NO!

The Prime was being attacked by Megatron. Quickswitch couldn't waste time with this cyclopean weirdo unit. But there they were, two against two, and he had to finish this one off fast to get to the Prime's attacker!

The six changer moved into range in absolute silence, his face set grim and hard. Blasters clutched so tight he felt them shaking. Or wsa it he who was shaking? With what, with fear the Prime would die? His own life was of no consequence. He had to defend Sentinel.

"My fight is no longer with you," he told Lugnet somewhat strangely, softly. He turned to Megatron, "If you want to, go. Stay and you'll surely die...This is the only warning I'm giving you..."

The Autobot kept one blaster on Lugnut as Quickswitch kept the other on Megatron, seeing who would make the first move.

Heinrad
2014-08-04, 12:55 AM
(OOC: Orion waved his hand at the immobile Tarantulas. "Hello? Anybody home?" Then he shrugged and spun away.)

War Academy:


Orion kept his rifle aimed at Tarantulas, ready to blast the Decepticon if he even twitched. "Yoketron, I've got binders. We can secure this one and both of us can pursue the one you're fighting."

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Exterior, War Academy:


A small group of Jet Vehicons heard it. The steady THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of something heavy and running. And it was coming right at them from one of the side entrances of the War Academy.

It had been relatively quiet for this group. They'd gotten past the border wall, saturating it with laser fire. And once the magnetic field had gone down, blasting through the squad that had been there was a piece of cake.

But after that, simplicity. They'd run into a few of what were obviously ill-trained police patrols that hadn't put up much of an effective fight, but other than that, nothing.

Whatever would be left in the War Academy would be students too scared to fight or antiquated relics who couldn't fight anymore.

A brief argument was about to break out over who was going to shoot whatever was running towards them when they all heard the same thing- the CrUMP of an older model Riot Cannon.

As the shell exploded among them, shredding the two most experienced of the Jets and damaging three others, it started to dawn on them that this wasn't going to be so easy. Which was roughly the same point they were sprayed with high explosive rounds from, were any of them to survive this, what was easily identified as a X-M Scrapmaker.

Given their collective shock, followed by a couple more shells from the Riot Cannon, and they really weren't thinking much of anything.

Ironhide charged out of the entryway, the heavy guns collapsing back into their holding configurations in his arms, feet grinding the Vehicons remnants into the ground as he barged through their remnants, transforming to vehicle mode and heading for the City Center.

Blackjack
2014-08-05, 02:46 AM
Medbay, Nemesis

Scorponok arched his optics (it's so weird to be having individual optics again after being accustomed a visor for a long time) at the sleeping on-duty medic. Ignoring the saluting Vehicons Scorponok approached Knock Out's cot. "Evening, doctor." Scorponok called out.
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Iacon Walls

"Neither will I." Prowl said as he groggily got up to his feet, but he knew how hollow it sounded. Terabolt didn't have the whole picture, nor is she well-versed in strategy as he was. He knew. Prowl knew how hopeless it was and as much as he hated giving up, he didn't see a way out. Rapido did well in his absence, and while he might maintain a counterattack most of the hidden resources in the city have been depleted or destroyed, and they haven't even gotten close to destroying the Decepticons -- they were still dealing with ground troops, damn it! The armada of ships is still untouched.

And Omega Supreme, it seems, is a no-show. Even if he shows up Iacon has suffered a blow that doesn't seem to be recoverable in a short while -- even if they win somehow win this conflict, the effort to rebuild and recruit troops will be impossibly high whereas the Decepticons will probably lose a couple of ships and a couple hundred disposable troops and call it a day. And even if they kill Megatron, that will only make him a martyr in the eyes of the Decepticons -- that's the problem with revolutionaries. They just love martyrs.

No. Prowl had no allusions about their situation. They have lost.

Damned if he's going out without a fight, but they've lost.

"Scorponok is... resourceful. Be it as a scientist or a politician." Prowl replied as he stood up, having sent Jazz and Springer into the city ahead of him. "I sincerely doubt we have seen the last of him, or that losing his face is just an accident. As someone who has done inhumane experiments on protoforms and general mutilation on bodies, I'm pretty sure it was an ace up his sleeve."

Prowl paused. "But we're needed elsewhere, where our assistance matters. Scorponok is out of the picture, but that's merely one general among many." The Autobot strategist transformed and sped to the city center.
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Iacon City Center

Obsidian frowned. He knew he was not a useful piece in actual combat, and he preferred directing battles from a distance. It was no cowardice on his part, but the act of defending himself is a distraction, and his presence in the battlefield doesn't contribute much that a mere trooper cannot.

The only slight advantage it allowed him was greater response time, which is redundant in times of instantaneous video transmission. And he sincerely doubted his services as a proper strategist was still required -- Megatron and his original generals certainly did this two-pronged attack pretty well on their own, and for all the good he did breaching the walls and coordinating other attacks it was novice's play. Anyone could do what he did -- Obsidian just did it with more efficiency.

No, the reason he's here, other than Megatron not letting a resource go to waste, is more symbolic. Raising the morale. A symbol that even a decorated general with famous tendencies for being near-fanatical about Cybertron's fate has washed his hands clean of the Autobot corruption.

As he watched Quickswitch battle Lugnut, and Sentinel Prime clashing with Megatron, Obsidian felt, not for the first time in recent history, pretty bloody useless.
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Sentinel Prime ignored Lugnut as he fell, and smiled under his mask as Megatron told the larger Decepticon to stand back. Truthfully he wasn't sure he would make it out of the battle with Lugnut unscathed, especially as he took another one of those punches. It was the six-changer's problem now.

"Take him down, Quickswitch!" Sentinel roared. "Show no quarter -- these Decepticons are mad dogs that need to be put down."

It's good to have good soldiers still around.

He regarded Megatron with the faceless battle mask, grateful for its existence -- he certainly felt more confident about it, and made a growl at the physically larger Decepticon leader. "You are delusional if you can think you can best a Prime in battle, Megaton." Sentinel said. "I will smite you. For Zeta Prime, for the Matrix, for Iacon, for Cybertron itself!"

I can do this much.

The Prime then charged forwards, lance aimed towards Megatron with his right arm, the Skyboom Shield materializing on his left. "YOU WILL FALL!" Sentinel Prime roared, keeping his smaller size to his advantage as he stayed close to the ground and attempted to swing his energy lance straight up into Megatron's chest, aiming for a fatal blow from the start.
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Huh. Sixshot turned around and watched as Quickswitch arrive, while he hovered in mid-air, arms clenched around a struggling Elite Guardsman's head as his burning ship slowly descended into the ground.

So the little Autobot got up. Sixshot thought to himself. He's got more strength than I gave him credit for.

But still, not quite enough. Not quite enough to give him even the slightest bit of a workout -- he had purposely left the whelp alive, to allow him to fester his rage and revenge, and grow stronger. Creating a stronger enemy so as to give him a proper challenge in the future. A true battle.

He had the hardware -- but none of the skills to back it up.

But he certainly has the potential. Not like these... troops.

Crushing the Elite Guardsman without even looking at it, Sixshot let the corpse tumble down into the falling carcass of the ship. Still, despite his own personal desires, Sixshot still fought for a cause, and that cause took priority. And for whatever reason he felt... responsible? Responsible, yes, that seemed like the right word. Like what he overheard Megatron said, Quickswitch was his 'mess to clean up'.

The Autobot whelp picked this fight. If he couldn't survive the battles he picked, then he would be worthless as someone who could satisfy him in a fight.

As Sixshot swooped down in his robot mode, arms outstretched and ready to slam onto Quickswitch, he almost did not see the massive tank that shot through the sky towards him.

Sixshot flipped around a fair distance away from Quickswitch and Lugnut, jet boots breaking his fall as the tank transformed into a bulky Autobot, his deploying energo-blade barely missing Sixshot's face. It seemed like the whelp will have to wait...

"Well met." Sixshot growled, beast-mode claws deploying from his knuckles. He proclaimed loudly. "I am Sixshot, Decepticon Solo Transformer assault group! Come!"

The Autobot turned to look at him with a perplex look and pushed Sixshot on the chest, baffling the six-changer momentarily. "You noisy." He replied. "And get in line. Me not here for you. Me here for him. And him." The Autobot gestured at Lugnut and Megatron, before stalking off.

"Well." Sixshot said, sheathing his blades and grabbing Grimlock's shoulder. "I suggest you get in line, then." Effortlessly, Sixshot grabbed Grimlock and tossed him away from the path that will take him to Lugnut. The surprised Autobot quickly managed to right his tumble into a stop by stabbing his blade into the ground before he fell off the cliff.

Sixshot was about to make his way towards Quickswitch again when a massive boulder slammed onto him, knocking him backwards. It didn't wound the six-changer, but his optics narrowed. Grimlock punched his fist into his other palm. "Fine. You piss me off. Me, Grimlock, turn you into pulp first, then turn them into pulp."

"Grimlock, is it?" Sixshot replied, brushing off the dust from the thrown stone. "Very well, you'll do as a distraction, I suppose. I will play with you while our respective preys busy themselves... though I sincerely doubt you can last long. COME!"

With a roar, Grimlock charged towards Sixshot, his massive feet tearing up the ground as he swung his blazing energo-sword through the air. Sixshot met the roar with one of his own as he transformed into his beast mode, claws outstretched, fangs open, meeting his current prey in a massive clash...

LQS
2014-08-05, 08:32 AM
Iacon City Center

Quickswitch had barely enough time to register a look of confusion as, fast as his namesake, the Autobot's demeanor shifted from one of firm, yet even gentle warning, to a look of firy dark intensity set into his features.

"As you command, Sentinel Prime!" he barked out and transformed, barely believing it himself what he was now capable of.

It was then that the sixchanger saw Sixshot in the edge of his optics... Resentment, rage, humiliation flared within him and it was all he could do to carry out the order direct from Prime. There would be no disobedience. But--!

Quickswitch in cannon form aimed for Lugnut and fired.

Heinrad
2014-08-09, 01:37 AM
Walls....... What's left of them anyway:


Were anyone to make a documentary, years later, about this battle and asked him about his part in it, the most he'd be able to remember is the pain. He could feel it searing through his systems, every filament, every scintilla of his being, the pain of raw power unleashed, crackling through his small body like lightning through butter.

Some part of him, the part that was trying to regain some measure of control, realized that there were parts of himself that were actually on fire.

He remembered strapping into the harness, letting the power supplement his own reserves so he could use his magnetic field to repel incoming missiles. No point in repelling a few, then collapsing into involuntary systems shutdown, or at the very least stasis lock, at the beginning of the big fight.

And it had worked. He'd even had enough power to work with to use a lot of the incoming missiles to block the fire that was being directed at him and his squad. It had been perfect.....

Right up until that one squadron of Jet Vehicons had shown up.

They'd figured it out. Stop firing metal objects at the magnetic repulsion field, just fire lots and lots of lasers.

And the next thing he knew, his whole world was pain.

He could hear his boys screaming for help as the Jets slaughtered them, and all he could do was scream along with them, his vocoder finally shutting down before burning out.

But the pain stayed, now his only companion, his whole world.

And a small part of him begged for the end to come.

-------------------

Bludgeon alighted on a shattered piece of wall, looking down at a small red and grey Autobot that was tangled up in some kind of complicated electrical harness. His optics were wide open and staring, and you could feel the electricity arcing through his body from a short distance away.

You're going to help him, aren't you.

Bludgeon shrugged noncommitally, looking around the harness, seeing the power cables running to the wall. "So what if I am? He deserved to die in battle, not be left here to suffer."

This is why my soul cannot rest in The Great Void. Because when the other Masters come to visit me and ask about the one to whom I passed on the Source of all fighting arts, I will have to hang my head in shame and tell them that I have wasted it all on a fool.

Scowling, Bludgeon picked up a sharpened piece of wreckage, and flung it at the cable, severing in neatly, the ends flopping away from each other. The immediate result being that the small Autobot visibly relaxed, lapsing into unconsciousness.

"Shut up, Totsan."

Aero Blade
2014-08-10, 12:13 AM
Iacon Streets

"Might as well, nothing to do around here," Dirge wound answer to Ramjet, taking a few steps away so he'd have sufficient room to transform. "Maybe we'll find some more playthings along the way." And with that he transformed and took off.


Iacon Walls

"Not the weirdest thing I've heard of," Terabolt answered to Prowl's comments. "Probably the weirdest I've personally seen yet, but Yoketron's seen and talked about plenty. Though you've probably heard some of the stories yourself already."

Spending no more time reminiscing on past event, Terabolt was quick to follow Prowl in her catbeast form.


War Academy
((We're gonna assume he got KOed in the fight. Whenever Springer gets back he can escape and take off))

"Secure him and catch up! If we let this one out of our sight, we might lose him," Yoketron yelled quickly back to Orion, pursuing Predacon without hesitation.

Just a few lengths behind Predacon, the other mech's frustrated taunts hardly seemed to phase the Temple Knight. "Perhaps you should have considered the full ramifications of your actions before launching your attack on the Kaon Temple. Our fighting techniques may follow the old ways, but our surveillance equipment is top of the line."

Yoketron would spot the slithering weapon, and fling a few throwing stars at it, in an attempt to pin it down. He knew it wouldn't likely hold such a bizarre weapon for long, but anything he could do to slow it down was for the best. The longer Preadacon was separated from his weapon, the better.


Medbay, Nemesis

Only in a light nap due to the discomfort of his surroundings, Knock Out would stir when Scorponok spoke to him. Rousing leisurely, Knock Out would yawn, stretch, then finally sit up and look around the room casually for the voice he had heard.

Knock Out failed to look down.

Blackjack
2014-08-10, 08:15 AM
Medbay, Nemesis

"Down here, red." Scorponok said, folding his arms in displeasure. "I'm Senator Scorponok, member of the Decepticon's self-designated Team Science."

Aero Blade
2014-08-12, 03:43 PM
Medbay, Nemesis

Knock Out would look down with the prompting, looking at the form below him briefly with a considerate expression. The voice certainly sounded like Scorponok, or at least what he'd heard from the news clips, but this mech didn't look like Scorponok, and was far, far smaller than the news led one to believe. That, or the had one heck of a PR team...

"Ahh, Senator Scorponok, it's a pleasure. I wasn't expecting to meet someone of your...stature," Knock Out would speak, with only the briefest of pauses as he choses his words carefully, maintaining a smooth, formal, ingratiating tone.

Self-designated, huh? Knock Out could read between the lines - a group that could just give themselves their positions must have had quite a bit of prestige in the Decepticon forces, and some meter of pull with Megatron for him to allow it. This was the kind of person he needed to get himself in good with. And as it being a science team, well he could easily get in there, as a doctor of medical science. If, he played his cards right...

"What might I be able to assist you with today, Senator?"

Heinrad
2014-08-12, 10:45 PM
War Academy:


Orion simply nodded, pulling out a pair of binders and securing Tarantulas to the wall. He then ran off in pursuit of Yoketron.

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Heading Towards the City Center:


Everywhere was either in flames or in ruins.

Ironhide charged through the streets in vehicle mode, bashing through smaller piles of rubble and driving around the larger piles.

Which worked fine..... up to a point. His sensors on full, he detected long before he got anywhere near the checkpoint a few Vehicons had set up. From the looks of things, and from what he could detect, they didn't have anything heavy supporting them. That didn't mean they lacked artillery support, though. And having shells dropped on him as he charged towards them was not his idea of fun. But there were ways around this. Rolling to a stop next to one of the larger piles, he transformed back to robot mode and started climbing.

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Kappa Squad, if asked, had no idea what a kappa was. They just had been given that name and then been assigned to an artillery unit. They'd been sent into Iacon to serve as spotters, and they'd spotted well.

Museums? Spotted to wreckage.

Outdoor art exhibits? Spotted to bits.

Barricades thrown up by the desperate citizens and military to try to hold the Decepticon hordes back? Spotted with extreme prejudice.

Shelters where refugees went to hide? Well spotted and smoldering.

Trapper had to admit it, being a spotter wasn't a bad gig. There were points, he had to admit, when the getting shot at part sucked, but things like that were few and far between. And having an artillery shell destroy whoever was shooting you was very satisfying.

But now, things had gotten kind of dull. They hadn't seen any refugees for a while, they'd run out of things to spot, and their "Come surrender to us, we won't hurt you" checkpoint wasn't working at all. He looked over at the team leader..... And blinked. "Hey, boss?"

Cage, leaning against a pile of rubble, looked over at Trapper. "What?"

"You've got some red on you."

Cage scowled. "Of course I do. It's my unit commander stripes on my arms!"

"It's on your head."

"My wh-" And then his head was an expanding mass of shrapnel, metal, and components.

Trapper's optics widened, and as he spun to look at Sieze while Cage's headless corpse fell, he saw Sieze's lower face and neck explode, the top half of the trooper's head arcing into the air to land at his feet. Then Trapper's vision went red.

Then there was nothing.

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Ironhide gave a brief snort as he shut down the laser sight on the sniper rifle. He subs paced the rifle, climbed down the pile of rubble, transformed back to vehicle mode and activated his com link on wide frequency. Any available Autobots, this' Ironhide. We need ta get't th' City Center NOW!"

LQS
2014-08-14, 12:53 AM
(OOC: Picking up Sky Lynx again.)

The mighty Sky Lynx heard Ironhide's call to arms. He vaulted from his Aerie and flew toward the City Center. As he did so, his immense bellow over sky and radio could be heard by all, a rallying cry for the Autobot troops and a hell-spawned roar to strike terror into the hearts of any Decepticon:

"It is I, Sky Lynx!! Hear me, Autobots, for today we triumph!!!"

Aero Blade
2014-08-14, 01:01 AM
OOC:

Just need to recall since it's been a while, and we kept slipping up even back then, but isn't there a major communication blackout for the Autobots due to Soundwave?

I can live with short-range radio still operating, but let's make sure to keep it reigned in if that's still the case.

Aero Blade
2014-08-16, 08:26 PM
Iacon Walls

Terabolt had been following close behind Prowl, right on his heels (or wheels, as it were), but rather abruptly she'd suddenly break off, changing direction.

Terabolt had spotted the form again, the mech that had showed up at the battle with Scorponok, then vanished before they'd finished. Terabolt was now headed straight for him at top speed in her catbeast form.

((ooc: Headed for Bludgeon))

Heinrad
2014-08-17, 02:03 AM
Walls....... What's left of them, anyway:


Bludgeon jumped down, landing next to the unconscious Windcharger, and the wreckage of the power boosting harness that he was tangled up in.

She's coming.

"Yeah, Totsan, I know. I can hear her." Bludgeon pulled the shorter of his two swords from his right forearm sheath, using the blade to carefully cut the small Autobot free.

She is a danger, corrupted by lesser powers.

"You think she's a danger because of who she is, not what she knows. You of all people should know what I'm capable of, Little Father." He started checking Windcharger over.

So now you start to use the appropriate term of respect, my son.

Bludgeon shrugged. "You asked for it, you know. I fulfilled that stupid prophesy of yours." He sheathed the blade and picked Windcharger up.

STUPID?!?!? Oh, woe to me that I have such an ungrateful wretch for a son!

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry to have to use you like this, pal. But that's the biz."

Windcharger, who was still unconscious, had no clue what was going on.

That being said, he probably wouldn't have had a clue what was going on even if he'd been conscious.

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Warehouse Ruins:


Hot Rod, one arm slung over Nightbeat's shoulders to support his weight, limped down the street. "So where do we go from here?"

Nightbeat shrugged. "It's not something you'll want to hear, but I'd suggest back to the station."

Hot Rod groaned. "Oh, good. The police station. Where I've spent so much of my quality time."

"Not my fault you made the choices you did, kid."

"Like I had any. You know what they say, 'Born in the End-'"

"'Die in the End'. Yeah, I heard that, too. Heard it all the time when I was a sparkling." Nightbeat gave a weary smirk. "I had all the same chances and choices you did. And I got out alive."

"So what, now do I suddenly realize what a waste I've made of my life and repent? What do you think this is, a holo-drama?"

Nightbeat sighed. "There's nothing wrong with a good holo-drama. Especially the old ones."

Warcry
2014-08-18, 06:09 AM
Iacon Streets

"Sounds good to me," Ramjet told Dirge with a shrug. He ran for a few steps to build up momentum, then jumped into the air and transformed. His secondary wing-mounted engines kicked in, allowing him to easily gain on the other jet. "Race ya there!" he said.
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War Academy

Predacon's weapon slithered around the stars that hit the ground around it, avoiding getting pinned but being forced to take a different route to its master.

"Your cameras work better than your memory, old man!" Predacon barked at Yoketron, a bit of fear showing in his voice as he realized how close the knight was to him. "You were the ones who decided not to produce any new protoforms for Kaon after Megatron got elected. Your absurd cult denied us the newborns we needed to sustain our population. You targeted us for extermination through demographic warfare. We're a militant, reactionary faction. What the bloody hell did you think was going to happen?"
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City Center

"There is absolutely no way," Lugnut told Quickswitch with a look of annoyance, "that you are capable of killing me. Your paint is practically still wet. Have you even been in a fight before?"

When he saw the Autobot changing modes he charged forward, so the cannon blast blew open the ground he'd been standing on instead of turning Lugnut himself into scrap.

"Oooh, gun mode. Fancy." The grappler mocked his opponent, then transformed into bomber mode and shot up into the sky. Looking to intercept the Autobot, he figured he might be able to catch him before he transformed again and bring him back down to the ground.
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"You are a smug ignoramus, Sentinel," Megatron told the Autobot leader. "Zeta was too old and tired to be an effective leader, but at least he understood how the world worked. You act like a newborn protoform, freshly sparked and acting as if the world always behaves the way it's 'supposed' to. 'Oh, you can't kill me, I'm a Prime!' As if some old bauble makes you invincible."

Sentinel's blade stabbed up at his chest, but Megatron was having none of it. The Autobot was good, no question. But in the decades he'd spent in the ring, he'd bested and even killed dozens of fighters who were merely "good". He batted the point of the Autobot's blade away from his body with a quick brush of his hand.

Sentinel's momentum from the stab would make it difficult for him to avoid the return strike, in which Megatron brought a heavily-armoured knee up against the Autobot's shield in a blow meant to shatter it.

LQS
2014-08-18, 10:29 AM
City Center

Holy shock! Thought the assault warrior as the giant cyclopean charged and transformed, growing larger and larger in the cannon's sights. He didn't transform; Quickswitch collected the energy into his chamber and released another white-hot beam of light at his oncoming foe.

"I just know you'll die here," he said to Lugnut. He didn't know how he knew. He simply did.

Quickswitch waited out the oncoming assault, dread and nervous.

Blackjack
2014-08-18, 01:00 PM
Medbay, Nemesis

Scorponok scowled at Knock Out's comment about his 'stature'... then found the joke funny and laughed.

"Well." Scorponok rubbed his hands together. "I haven't really told this to many people, but this-" Scorponok gestured to his small body, "is how I have looked for the past six years thanks to an incident with protoform experimentation, spark extraction, triple-changing and rarified energon. Won't go into details, but I took the liberty of rebuilding my old, larger body."

"After all, it would prove useful. Because, you see, this body-" Scorponok leapt into the air and folded into his larger body's head... or rather, his face, since his characteristic gray helmet and horns were still attached to his larger body. Scorponok, now a disembodied half-head with cracked optics and a slightly dislocated jaw, continued to speak. "-transforms into the head for my larger body. The 'Megazarak', if you want to call it by the term I dub it with. My Vehicons are currently attempting to recover it, but I need someone to repair it."

Scorponok paused, frowned, then continued. "Though this form requires repairs too."
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Iacon Walls

"Terabolt?" Prowl asked as the Knight suddenly veered off, and screeched to a halt himself before heading off after the Knight. Ironhide's message rang in his head, but he was doubtful he would be much useful by the time he got to the city's center, nor will he contribute much if he did get there anyway in his condition. Here and now, he might be able to cause some favourable outcome.

"What is wrong, Terabolt?" He asked again, attempting to work in some of that -- what did Smokescreen call it? -- concern into his voice. Less curiousity, more concern, Smokescreen has always said.
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City Center

Grimlock tackled Sixshot in the Decepticon's midsection, grabbing him in a massive bear hug and caused him to come crashing down into the ground. Ignoring the slash that Sixshot did to his side, Grimlock continued to rain down savage blows down onto Sixshot's head before the six-changer transformed into his car mode, with Grimlock still on him, and started his engines, moving in a circular motion to try and shake Grimlock off.

"Not impressed." Grimlock growled as he hung on, fingers digging into wedges between Sixshot's armour. "You-" Grimlock's words were cut short as a hypersonic concussion blast hit him in the side, launching him off Sixshot, though he managed to slow his fall by pulling out his blade and digging them into the ground.

Grimlock growled. Flip-up cannons. Careless.

"Melee it is, then." Sixshot rumbled, transforming into his beast mode and snapping his jaws together.
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"And you-" Sentinel growled in response, "Are just a simple murderer with a limited worldview trying to use a perceived oppression to launch a genocide multitudes of degrees worse compared to whatever you think we did to you."

Sentinel winced as Megatron batted away his blade, but the Skyboom Shield, made of energy, managed to dissipate the force of Megatron's kick to the sides... but not all of it. Between that and Sentinel's own charge, there was too much force for the shield to dissipate, and Sentinel felt as his fingers and some internal pistons in his lower arm cracked and outright shattered with the impact of the force.

He growled as he held fast, and swung the energy lance upwards, putting in more energy into it and attempting to get a cut at Megatron's side. "Yield, animal!" Sentinel roared. "You will leave Iacon!"

Aero Blade
2014-08-18, 03:07 PM
Medbay, Nemesis

Knock Out would use the multi-tool function of his arm to produce an examining tool, taking a closer look at Scorponok and his injuries as he spoke.

"Fascinating. Remarkable," Knock Out would comment after Scorponok finished speaking. Actually he was more than a little creeped out, but his voice was so practiced that it wouldn't come through. Must be professional in front of the patients, and all that.

"Well you've come to the right place, Senator. You'll find no finer doctor to do your framework than myself. You sit back and relax while we wait for your body to be brought back, and I'll get you back into the best condition you've ever been in," Knock out would say, getting up and motioning to one of the medbay tables.


Iacon Walls

Terabolt would fail to answer Prowl, wholly focused on what had grabbed her attention, but the answer would now be quite visible for Prowl with his change of direction. Terabolt was beelining straight for the mystery mech from the Scorponok fight, who was now holding what appeared to be an injured autobot.


Iacon Skies

Dirge wasn't particularly interested in racing Ramjet, but he was eager to find more Autobots to tear into, and would thusly max out his own engines as Ramjet came up from behind and passed him.


War Academy

"You're too quick to believe your own propaganda if you think we have any control over when the Vector computers produce new beings," Yoketron would answer to Predacon, staying hot on his heels. "The Temple Knights merely guard the structure against intruders. The only being that that can command the nodes is Vector Sigma itself!"

Blackjack
2014-08-19, 02:22 PM
Medbay, Nemesis

Scorponok chuckled, then winced as his dislocated jaw joint made a loud cracking sound. “Of course.” The Senator told Knock Out. “I always try to push the boundaries of what is possible. Why, the six-changer running around blowing everything up right now? That’s Predacon and mine’s brainchild.”

Scorponok would nod if he had a mobile head (instead of being a large one), but instead he made an approving grunt. “If I may, and since we’re both going to be stuck with each other for the time being, I don’t think I caught your name.”
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Iacon Walls

Prowl didn’t push the matter, merely continuing to drive behind Terabolt, taking note of the Decepticon leaning over the prone Windcharger.

Assessing the situation: Windcharger is unconscious, but seemingly not because of that particular Decepticon. Is he assisting Windcharger, or is he inspecting his kill and making sure it is final? Or is he one of those cultists who tortures their victims-

No. Prowl can’t take that chance.

“Identify yourself and your intentions!” Prowl yelled, his missile launchers sliding out but not armed, a gesture to show the mysterious Decepticon that he meant no harm, but will attack if provoked.

Warcry
2014-08-19, 07:41 PM
(OOC: Oh, forgot to answer Aero before...yeah, Soundwave is blocking off all long-range Autobot communications.)

Iacon Skies

Ramjet was about to taunt Dirge over his seeming lack of interest in the race when he saw a powerfully-built red and black Autobot moving through the rubble below them.

"Well, I guess he'll do," the seeker said as he began to lose altitude, divebombing toward Ironhide with laser cannons humming.
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War Academy

"Really?" Predacon smiled coyly. "Because we had no trouble getting the Vector Theta computer to make as many new Vehicons as we wanted."

He felt his weapon wrap around his ankle, then slowly snake its' way back up his leg toward its resting place at his hip. He continued to run, heading toward an elevator shaft that was open and exposed, apparently in the process of being repaired.

"So as I see it, there are three possibilities. Either you're lying to me, or we're just that much smarter than you...or your hallowed Vector Sigma is on our side."

He jumped over the barrier that had been placed in front of the shaft and vaulted straight into it, disappearing into the lower levels as he fell...then coming back into view again as his now-deployed rotors carried him up towards the higher levels of the building.

"What a crisis of faith that must be, huh? If your god is really all-powerful, then he wanted a Decepticon army to burn this planet to the ground. He chose us over you."

The last few words would be harder to hear, as the scientist rose out of earshot.
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City Center

"One day, perhaps," Lugnut barked at Quick Switch. The bomber dove off his course when he saw Quick Switch preparing to fire again, and narrowly dodged another deadly energy blast. "But not today and certainly not by you!"

The Decepticon's front turrets angled towards the Autobot sixchanger, spraying a hail of bullets in his direction as Lugnut circled Quickswitch in a wide loop. He was, he figured, moving far too fast for the ungainly but powerful flying gun to follow.
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Percieved oppression? How dare he!

White-hot rage surged in Megatron's chest, but he stomped it back down with the practised ease of a trained fighter. It didn't matter how mad Sentinel made him. Soon he would be dead. But try as he might, he couldn't crush the flames entirely.

"Oh, I'll leave Iacon alright," the Decepticon leader snarled. This time he didn't bother to parry Sentinel's thrust. He let the blow hit, smiling as it barely creased the thick miners' armour that covered his body. "I will leave Iacon a glowing, radioactive ruin, uninhabitable for generations, decorated only by the bodies of fallen Autobots! I will leave it as a warning to those who would try to crush us under their heel -- and as a reminder of what happens to fools who bring aristocratic duelling weapons into a war zone!"

As he spoke, the mining laser on his right shoulder pivoted down, firing not at Sentinel but at the ornate blade that he carried. At the same time, the Decepticon leader reared back and delivered a heavy punch to the Skyboom Shield, trying to drive the Autobot leader back out of melee range.

"Shockwave, is Stage Two ready?"
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Nemesis

"Indeed," Shockwave replied from his perch on the Decepticon flagship's bridge. "Shall I fire?"

As he waited for Megatron's response he glanced across the bridge as Skyquake, who was approaching him with a faster-than-normal gait.

"Report."

"One of our observation craft has spotted this at an Autobot repair facility in upper orbit," the massive group commander reported. "Backtracking satellite footage, it appears that it crossed paths with -- and destroyed -- one of our patrol ships in the outer system as it was in pursuit of a fugitive."

"Judging by the markings," Shockwave said, "it appears that the Autobots are attempting to refit Omega Supreme. This is unacceptable. Assemble a battle unit and deal with the problem."

"With pleasure." Skyquake headed for the exit, an expression of anticipation on his face. "Predator squadrons one through eight, prepare for deployment."

Within seconds Megatron's acknowledgement came through, and Shockwave quickly set to work readying his latest inventions for launch.

Heinrad
2014-08-19, 11:55 PM
War Academy:


Orion kept up with Yoketron, scowling at Predacon's words.

What he ultimately believed in was himself.

**************
Walls:


Bludgeon's optics, shielded behind a tinted visor, flickered briefly across Prowl, a smile crossing his features. "This doesn't concern you. Your little friend's taken quite a beating from your own equipment."

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Approaching the City Center:


Ironhide transformed back to robot mode, stalking forward through the rubble.

He'd once been asked why he hadn't gone in for upgrading, preferring the massive armored screen that formed his alt mode windshield to having a H.U.D. hovering in front of his optics.

The answer was fairly simple. He liked this setup better. And the armored screen was a nice extra layer of armor. Getting shot in the face was not part of any plan he'd ever had.

And he wasn't sure how having a H.U.D. hovering in front of his optics would affect things. For example:

His current setup had registered two Seekers flying overhead, marked them, and left them as two arrow indicators on the upper right of the screen, colored green to indicate both out of range and not moving to engage, leaving the rest of the display to show a wireframe overlay of the area in front of him, with pertinent information being received from all of his sensor scanning equipment being displayed.

Would a H.U.D. display give him the same range of information? Conceivably it could. But he'd be betting his life on something that, to him, was largely untested.

And a H.U.D. like that wouldn't protect his face.

Which, as the arrow indicator that was tracking Ramjet registered the Seeker's course alterations and tracking telemetry began to expand(and provide a helpful list of the Decepticon's potential onboard arsenal), Ironhide was extremely grateful for.

Triggering the mental commands to his heavy guns to deploy, he looked up at the diving Seeker, lifting his left arm as the X-M Scrapmaker minigun's trigger grip slapped reassuringly into his left palm, the displayed targeting reticule giving him both range to target and ammo left in current canister numbers, smirking as the reticule went red with target lock. And then he pulled the trigger.

With a high pitched whine, the Scrapmaker's barrels spun up to full speed and then started firing, the sound of all the explosive rounds being flung from the barrels at Ramjet not unlike the rapid tearing of sailcloth......

Aero Blade
2014-08-20, 04:37 AM
War Academy

"No. But he does want a war..."

Yoketron was not bothered by Predacon's taunts, the desperate barbs of an enemy on the run, grasping at anything that might shake his pursuers. Were it not for the trip to Vector Sigma beforehand, Yoketron might have still been worried over the implications, but their visit with the Keeper had educated them as to the reason for the seeming chaos - a necessary measure to prepare for the coming 'darkness'...

The rantings though served a more immediate purpose for Yoketron though, educating him on the Decepticon's awareness of current happenings.

"He isn't aware yet of the node shutdown," Yoketron would tell Orion. "He's not in immediate contact with the rest of his forces it would seem. If we can catch him now, he's not likely to receive reinforcements."

The entire time Yoketron was speaking with Orion, he would be standing in the doorway of the elevator shaft, watching Predacon but not pursuing him. He could easily follow the Decepticon with some well timed leaps between the walls of the narrow shaft, but he needed to be sure of where he was going first, less he lose track of Predacon during the jump, or where he was jumping to himself.


Iacon Skies, Approaching the City Center

While Ramjet would dive straight for their new plaything, Dirge would swoop around at a different angle, coming in at a distance to line up a shot at the Autobot. When Ironhide would start to open fire on Ramjet, Dirge would open fire soon after, launching a missile towards him.


Iacon Walls

Terabolt would spare no words on their mystery Decepticon, focusing on closing the distance between them. As she got closer she'd come in not quite at a straight angle on him, maneuvering so that she'd be able to come in at the side and pounce on him without Windcharger being sandwiched between them in the process.


Medbay, Nemesis

"Dr. Knock Out, at your service," he would answer, starting to gather some tools that he would be needing while he waited on Scorponok's disembodied head to join him. "I am happy to be part of the effort for the Decepticons. It's about time someone knocked those arrogant Iaconians off their perches."

Blackjack
2014-08-20, 11:43 AM
City Center

Sixshot and Grimlock charged at each other, Grimlock swinging his blazing energo-blade in a wide arc in an attempt to slice Sixshot in half horizontally – but the sixchanger transformed mid-jump, crashing down into the ground and skidding in his tank mode, launching a barrage of missiles into Grimlock’s chest. Grimlock grunted as his chest’s armour was torn apart by the close-range explosions, but kept the momentum of his swing going, and it sliced clean through two of Sixshot’s turrets.

Grimlock grunted as his momentum carried him forward into Sixshot’s nest of tank turrets, sending the Decepticon sixchanger flipping over its side. As soon as he found his bearings Grimlock began raining down blow by blow onto Sixshot’s prone frame, ignoring the pain as his fists’ exostructure started to peel off with every punch. But while Sixshot’s armour was not torn apart, it was dented and warped with each successive punch. “ME! GRIMLOCK!” The Autobot roared through his cracked faceplate. “KILL! YOU!”
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Sentinel’s optics narrowed inside his mask as Megatron’s armour held against his energy lance. Knowing that it was useless for the battle, Sentinel let go of his grip on it – but too late, as Megatron’s fusion cannon blast tore through the lance – and burnt through his right hand.

As pain shot up his arm Sentinel resisted the urge to scream. Oh, he did. He was grateful for the mask – Megatron won’t be able to see his expression.

Sentinel barely had time to react as Megatron punched down on his Skyboom Shield – the shield automatically collapsed to a more compact form as it redirected energy towards the point of impact, but Sentinel, again, felt more pivots and pistons on his left arm crack and shatter.

As he was pushed backwards and something snapped clean off in his elbow and jutted out through his lower arm’s exostructure, he gave a quick glance around. Quickswitch and another large brute were holding their own, and so were at least a couple other Elite Guard members. But there were hardly any Autobots left – in the lull where the Decepticon sixchanger had torn through the Elite Guard Warships, that traitor Obsidian had assembled the airborne Decepticon squads to surgically ground them and tear through everyone on board.

No, Sentinel Prime decided. He can’t win this battle.

But he can buy them time.

By Primus he can buy them time.

“Kup. Ironhide. Prowl. Rapido.” Sentinel rattled off a list of names, before a short pause as he was gained his footing, a fair, short distance away from Megatron. “Orion. This is Sentinel Prime. Evacuate Iacon- evacuate the civilians! This maniac is going to do something and I refuse to allow Iacon’s people to die because of it!”
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Walls

“I’m afraid I must… insist you hand him over to me.” Prowl told Bludgeon, fear creeping into his voice. Not because of Bludgeon, but because of what Sentinel had just broadcasted. It did not take much to make a pompous braggart like Sentinel to lose his cool, but whatever it is that just did… Terabolt launched an attack on Bludgeon, and Prowl charged forwards and transformed, intending to scoop the prone Windcharger away from the fight that’s about to ensue.

Damn it, Terabolt! Prowl cursed inside his head. So much for Temple Knight restraint.

“There is going to be something big coming.” Prowl said, opening a commlink. “This is Prowl to all surviving Autobots – evacuate through the underground tunnels, make sure the civilians evacuate… and get out of here.”
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Medbay, Nemesis

“Indeed, Knock Out.” Scorponok replied as he transformed into his smaller robot mode and walked up to what he presumed was the operating table the medic intended to use. “I fully agree about the knocking of arrogant Iaconians and thereof.”

Scorponok paused as he transformed back into his head mode, waiting for the medic to work on him. He rolled the name Knock Out in his head several times. “Knock Out…Have I heard of you somewhere? Are you that medic that was kicked out of Iacon Medical or something thereabouts?”

Aero Blade
2014-08-20, 02:31 PM
Medbay, Nemesis

Knock Out would straighten up and scowl briefly as though he'd just been insulted, but he maintained his dignified posture. "Hmf, Iacon General? I wouldn't lower my standards to attend that chop shop of an educational facility. I received my education at the Kaon Medical Institute, as fine an establishment as one might ever look for, but you know how the other regions have spread their fearful, jealous rumors of our fine city."

After the brief speech, Knock out would seem to have settled himself, resuming his work on Scorponok. "I did at one point consider getting certification from the other regions, just so as to be thorough, complete my collection if you will. Those Iaconian snobs insisted that I would have to enter Iacon General for an entire re-education process at their lower standards. Most likely they just wanted to get their oily palms on some extra credits for my efforts. I thusly refused." That comment seemed to cheer himself up briefly.

"That may be what your heard about, mutated and blow out of proportion by the rumor mill, or them even spreading a falsehood to spite my decision," Knock out summed up. "Or you may have heard about me through the Decepticon forces themselves. Megatron was quite eager to have my skills working for his people."

LQS
2014-08-20, 04:52 PM
Central Iacon

As Lugnut sped in circles around him, the newborn six-changer traced the intricate paths of his cog back to his freakish robot mode. The look on his face was inscrutable.

"A moving target?" he asked Lugnut rhetorically. He aimed his blasters in one direction and fired as Lugnut circled around him, rather than try to follow the target, the white-hot beams of light leaving his blasters rapidly. He then quickly shifted to beast mode and made a terrifying lunge for the pro-wrestler!

"Roawrrrlll!" he snarled, gleaming claws outstretched and fangs of his hideous mouth bared wide, revealing his dark maw.

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Cybertron Orbit

Something had caught Sky Lynx's attention, and so he'd transformed to shuttle mode and headed into orbit.

What have we here?

The Lieutanant Commander caught sight of the Decepticon warships and moved closer to investigate.

Heinrad
2014-08-21, 10:25 AM
Walls:

Bludgeon scowled.

I told you. She has been corrupted. She is nothing more than a tool of the weak-willed -

"SHUT UP, TOTSAN!!"

The anguished cry that would have been in those three words, of course, was completely inaudible.

Bludgeon's only outward reaction was one, simple sentence. "Nice too see you, too, Terabolt." And with that, he flung the unconscious Windcharger at the Temple Knight, as smoke started blurring Bludgeon's form.

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War Academy:


Orion moved up next to Yoketron and looked down the elevator shaft as Sentinel's message came in. "I think we might have a bigger problem on our hands." He raised his left arm to access his comes panel, linking it into the Academy's comm network. "Attention. Anyone who is left inside the Academy, evacuate now! Head for the underground tunnels.". He deactivated his comm connection, then looked over at Yoketron. "If you'll allow me to go first, we can catch this Decepticon and beat some sense into him."

***********
Somewhere near the City Center....... Maybe?:


The street was pretty much deserted. Mainly due to the amount of junk.

A battle had rolled through here, leaving discarded bodies, shattered buildings, and a lot of debris.

And in one pile..... There was LIFE!

Life with a lot of headache.

With a loud grinding, Tracks transformed back to robot mode, staggering out of the rubble heap and dazedly wondering where he was.

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Approaching City Center:


When the H.U.D. indicators picked up Dirge's movements, Ironhide raised his right arm, firing one Riot Cannon blast at the incoming missile and a second at Dirge.

Blackjack
2014-08-21, 10:54 AM
Medbay, Nemesis

Scorponok chuckled as Knock Out ranted. “Just another example of how Iacon has ruined our society and our planet.” The Senator flexed his neck and heard a satisfying pop. “I’m Iacon-forged and I am not afraid to proclaim that I am unbearably embarrassed of my birth-city. Of course, having that status does have certain… privileges. It’s a pity Zarak Industries does not recruit medics – as soon as I am able to, I always outsource my help from outside Iacon.”

Scorponok paused, and chuckled. “People trained outside Iacon work better. They know how the world works, and they don’t have sticks up their exhaust pipes. I’ve actually turned down some interviews simply because they have certification in Iacon and nowhere else. It’s just business – Iacon-trained people are entitled little scumbags who demand more pay and balk at any kind of work outside their comfort zone. I stand to gain nothing anyway from employing them.”

Scorponok rubbed his hands together. “I like you, Knock Out. You have guts to deny Iacon General like that. I can see why you joined us – trust me. You won’t see discrimination like that ever again here.” Scorponok looked out, a borderline delirious smile as he watched the flames dance on the burning Iacon. “Not with our so-called golden city burnt to the ground. And everywhere in Cybertron, Knock Out, the Autobots are falling. The age of Autobots is over. It’s our world now, as it should have been.”
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(OOC: just quick NPC-ing to show the warzones all over)

Valvolux

Gunrunner struggled to his feet, running through the list of his squad members as he clutched at the stump where his right arm used to be.

Monocle. Dead.

Starfall. Dead.

Zoom. Fumarole. Steelshredder. Zephyr. Dead.

They have been swiftly deployed to back up Valvolux, shortly before the battle on Iacon city had begun. Gunrunner can’t concern himself with that. These… these bastard Insecticons were everywhere. Black, purple and yellow, the damn things were a cloud, an all-devouring swarm. What used to be a peaceful field of energon farms, solar collectors and mining equipment has been reduced to a blanket of pulsating, twitching swarm of these creatures.

Where did they come from? How were they able to double, triple their numbers in such short amount of time? Gunrunner didn’t know. Didn’t care. He winced as he leaned against his Pretender Vehicle shell. It was the only reason he survived. His little forcefield. Everyone else? Dead. So was Vavolux’s entire population, apparently – there were only these blasted Insecticons, and the Vehicons, and all the other Decepticons unloading energon cubes to several warships hovering over the city.

Gunrunner closed his optics. If he could just transform, he could ram into one of the energon stockpiles, maybe blow up the warship and kill just enough Insecticons…

No.

No, he can’t do it. He can’t reach it in time.

He’s bloody useless.
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Altihex

Blackout, by nature, was a simple being. He liked smashing things, and he was good at it. Megatron gave him orders, and he followed him. The large Decepticon tapped the insignia on his chest with a thick finger with childlike glee, before looking around at the Vehicon troopers charging, holding their guns, as they opened fire at Altihex’s remaining defense systems. They had trouble breaching this particular city before, sure, but once revised orders came in from Obsidian and Onslaught, who had reviewed his situation, and by the time reinforcements from Crumplezone’s forces, having secured Tyrest, taking over Altihex had been cakewalk. And Blackout liked it – all he had to do was to relay orders, stomp his feet to the ground and shut off electronics whenever he has to, and then carve everyone up with his spinning blades.

There was resistance, of course, but as soon as the massive dome was breached, as soon as the magnetic walls were brought down, there was hardly stopping them and the Vehicons make excellent fodder.

“Sir, the governors of the town are holed up in that well-armed bunker!” a Vehicon commander marched up to him, his white colouring and purple stripes on his wings marking him as a high-ranking one among the army. “We’re shelling it, but the autoguns are taking down everything we’re throwing at it!”

Blackout nodded and made a deep rumble. He did not really like talking – he found that he expressed himself through actions better than he ever could with words. He pulled up a datapad, and squinted. Yes, Megatron’s orders was to kill the leaders of the city. It can’t be helped, then.

Blackout pressed a button on his chest, and the rotor blades on his back slid apart to admit a capsule tied on his back. It opened, and several little insect-like creatures were launched out, drilling immediately into the ground. Semi-sentient attack drones, courtesy of the good Senator Scorponok. Blackout didn’t really understand the other Decepticon when he talked at length about why he built them – all he understood was how to use them.

Blackout turned at the rather surprised Vehicon commander, gave him a quick nod, before starting to walk towards the bunker. He raised one leg, and the other Decepticons braced themselves. Blackout slammed it down to the ground, sending a massive wave of electro-magnetic pulse which slammed onto the autoguns, sending them pointing uselessly downwards as they crackled with electricity. “Hail Megatron!” Blackout roared, transforming his chest into a pair of cannons and launching grenades at the deactivated autoguns. The Vehicons and ground troops charged forwards as they repeated the yell. “Kill everyone!”
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Perihex

Warpath growled as he grappled futilely with the smaller Decepticon that was over him. Warpath’s legs had been disabled – in fact, he can’t really feel anything from the waist down. The cannon he had been so proud of had been bent and shattered. The little Decepticon laughed and laughed and laughed.

Warpath’s audio sensors rung every time the Decepticon attacked. The little Decepticon had transformed his arms into these pile-driver things and had sent a fissure that had brought down the pillars that supported the canyon-side colony of Perihex. The civilians and Autobot troops had all either defected… or thrown into the fissure.

They kept some alive, though. Warpath among them. This small one took delight in beating Warpath up, using the piledrivers to slam down onto Warpath’s head.

He lost his hearing first. Or part of it, anyway.

From his blurry vision, he could see that the small Decepticon was talking to a different-coloured one of the same design, and was evidently taunting him. He could see, vaguely, that there were ships flying abroad. But he can’t hear them. He can’t hear the whine of the ship, or the hum of Cybertron’s core from the ground, or what these little punks were saying.

No, the only sounds he could hear were the slam of the piledriver hitting the side of his head. CLANG. His shoulder. CRASH. His chest. BAM. His head again. WHAM. His arm. THOOM. His arm again. CRACK. His face. CLUNK.
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Mini-Con Orbital Colony A68 around Luna 3

Astroscope’s three optics rotated on their independent sockets as he looked at the monitors. “The Autobots can’t help us. The other Mini-Con colonies – Sparkplug, Leader-One, Drill Bit – they’ve all gone silent.” He turned to face his comrades, Sky Blast and Payload, who were in charge of this colony alongside him. “The stars show destruction and death in this cycle. I warned you! I warned you all!”

Payload made a groan. Sky Blast whacked Astroscope in the head lightly with his gun. “Save our people first, whine later. How long?”

Astroscope looked at the monitor, at the fleet of warships approaching their colony. “I give us… thirty minutes. Maybe twenty-five. Is everyone gathered? It’s ample time for the emergency protocol.”

“Spiral, Flatfoot and Runway have got everyone in the colony in the pods. Comettor’s doing a roll call now.” Sky Blast replied, “They’re waiting for us to give the okay.”

Astroscope’s left eye rotated to look out, to look at their people looking up at the command room with the three of them expectantly. Yes. The Autobots and Decepticons can have their war. They can do whatever the hell they want with the planet. The Mini-Cons? The Mini-Cons are done being a work force, being the party everyone is fighting over. Sparkplug had the right idea. Leaving Cybertron.

Well, it’s high time they did likewise. Astroscope nodded. “Thank the stars for allowing me to prepare us for this contingency. I’ll stall the Decepticons with a looped message and set the colony for a self-destruct course. It’ll slow the cruisers down. You two get everyone to the shuttle and activate the transwarp drive.”

“You do realize.” Payload rumbled. “The transwarp drive is untested? It could tear a hole in space time. Who knows where we end up. Or when.”

“Better uncertainty than slavery to those butchers. The Autobots didn’t treat us fairly, but they did not abuse us. You’ve heard what Bug has to say – the Decepticons experiment on us. Try to find out how we are able to have so much energy in our little frames.” Astroscope said. His two friends nodded and walked out, and Astroscope sighed as he started sending the pre-recorded message of surrender, and setting the charges. It will allow the Decepticon warship to dock near the colony, before it self-destructed. By the time the Decepticons arrive, the Mini-Cons will be long gone – Mirage’s stealth system will be able to hide them.

What the future holds… is uncertainty.

The stars, though, at least promised a brighter future.
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The Space Between Dimensions

The Fallen sees the war.

He sees everything erupt and burn in flames. Cities fall. Buildings burn. Millions of lives, extinguished just like that.

Primus' grand plan... shatters. His children turn on one another. Killing. Maiming. The Vector computers... Prima and Solus's pet project... gone haywire. All the death. All the destruction.

All the chaos.

These... Decepticons... they will be excellent pawns of entropy.

Was it mere coincidence their brand seemed to be based on a stylized rendition of the Fallen's original visage?

The Fallen's face-panels rattled and he flexed his fingers. Yes. This was perfect. All this chaos... it is intoxicating. He could feel power lighting up within him. Power started to seep out of his joints, manifesting in tongues of flame.

The rift. It was widening. It was widening all right. The Fallen slammed onto it with his Void Scepter. It would certainly have been easier if he had the Requiem Blaster, but no matter. He hit it again and again.

Prima... Vector Prime... Alpha Trion... Solus Prime... Nexus Prime... Amalgamous Prime... Liege Maximo... All the rest of his brothers...

Watch him. Watch him destroy all they have built.

Blackjack
2014-08-21, 11:01 AM
Walls:

"Dammit." Prowl growled as Bludgeon basically ignored him. He cursed again mentally as smoke started billowing around the Decepticon Metallikato? Circuit-Su? A cheap smoke generator? Prowl did not want to take the risk, especially in his wounded form. He sidestepped Bludgeon, going around him, attempting to catch Windcharger.

"Terabolt, take out the Decepticon- I'll evac the wounded!"

Warcry
2014-08-21, 05:49 PM
Iacon Skies

At least five of the explosive rounds hit Ramjet, but his unbreakable armour didn't so much as deform from the shock. They hurt like a bastard, though, and the force of the impact knocked him out of the sky. He hit the ground, plowing through a balcony on his way down, then smashed through several street vendor stands before coming to a halt.

Then he transformed, unsteadily climbed to his feet and gave Ironhide a woozy glare.

"Ow," he slurred. "Why'd'ja do that fer?"
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War Academy

Predacon ignored Yoketron's rejoinder, and instead concentrated on making some adjustments to his weapon. The lights on the snake-lie whiplash cutlass turned from green to orange, and it started to spit from its' clamp-like jaws. But unlike before, when it had been spitting cyber-venom, this time it was shooting nothing but harmless lubricant-- harmless, at least, unless someone tried to climb the elevator shaft, since the walls were now all-but-frictionless and impossible to get a grip on.

"We'll have to continue this fascinating discussion another time, old man!"

Spying a door marked "Laboratory Floor", he pried it open and climbed inside.

"Places to go, ideas to steal. You know the drill!"
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City Center

Lugnut was able to dodge Quickswitch's laser blasts easily enough, but the beast mode...that one caught him off-guard, he had to admit. The feline thing hit his fuselage square on, outside of the range of his weapons. The Decepticon rolled and yawed, trying to shake himself free, but he could feel the fangs and claws digging into the seams of his armour and knew it wouldn't be good enough. With the extra mass attached to him there was little he could do but steer towards a controlled crash on an unoccupied patch of ground.

"You'll kill us both!" he shouted at his Autobot attacker as the ground rose up to meet them. "Get off!"
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Megatron smiled as Sentinel fell backwards. But instead of pressing the attack, he looked up at the sky.

Falling down on the city were dozens of small, sharp impactors. Made of depleted uranium, they were simple, dumb gravity-bombs with no guidance systems or electronics aboard. They carried no explosives, but their hollowed-out noses were backed with a seemingly-innocuous purple crystal powders.

As the first of the missiles struck just outside of the Great Dome, though, those powders proved to be anything but innocuous. The missile struck and punched deep into the ground, its payload spreading into the depths of Cybertron. And whenever those morsels of powder struck an Energon line or raw deposit, a shockingly fast reaction occurred. The Energon reacted with the powder, and massive purple crystals pushed their way out of the ground and into view.

Dark Energon.

More missiles hit, targeting government buildings, military facilities, Energon reservoirs, electrical substations and even temples. One of them even punched deep into the ground near the Vector Sigma chamber. And within perhaps a minute at most, the entire landscape of Iacon had changed. What had once been a cosmopolitan, modern, well-maintained city was now a wild landscape, buildings crumbling and falling away as new hills, mesas and buttes of glowing purple rose to dominate the skyline.

"Iacon," Megatron said bluntly, "is dead."

He transformed into tank mode, then, and lined up his fusion cannon on the wounded Sentinel Prime. A single full-power blast erupted from his barrel, the bright purple glow of its blast reflecting off of the new purple mountains to cast an eerie, unnatural light over the whole battlefield.

"And so are you."

LQS
2014-08-21, 08:33 PM
City Center

The stealth beast would not let go. Intent as it was on tearing back the thick armor with its claws, and eager for the sensitive circuits and wires beneath, it fought like howling mad to reach [b]Lugnut's[/i] fuel line.

It was conclusive. It had six modes, and now, one of them was going to get them both killed. There was no sense of self preservation within the unit. No sense of self to preserve.

The beast snarled, "*snort* Then we'll die. No quarter! The Prime has commanded it!"

The six-changing horror hung on.

Heinrad
2014-08-21, 10:18 PM
Approaching City Center:

Ironhide scowled. "'Cause yer a slag-suckin' Decepticreep. Any other questions?" And with that, he aimed the Scrapmaker at Ramjet again and opened fire, hundreds of explosive shells screaming at the Seeker.

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Abandoned Police Station Near the Warehouse District:


The front of the building looked like a bomb had hit it. Several probably had. Along with small, medium, and certainly large arms fire.

A corner had been blown out near the roofline, the wind whipping through, flimsies blowing out.

If Nightbeat had seen it, he might have cried. Most of those flimsies represented long reports that had taken longer hours to do.

But since he and Hot Rod had approached from the vehicle and equipment bay, all they saw were signs of rapid deployment and some looting.

They'd made their way to the repair level, letting the auto-docs patch them up. As the auto-doc was starting to put the finishing touches on Nightbeat's right forearm, the Autobot Detective cocked his head slightly. "Do you hear that?"

Hot Rod was looking at the patch jobs the auto-doc had done on him. It wasn't pretty, it didn't match his colors, but it did work. "Hear what?"

There was a muffled WHAM!!!!!!! And what sounded like something heavy grinding through the ground on it's way somewhere. "That."

"Oh. Nope. Any idea what that was?"

Then the Dark Energon from the pod made contact with the small Energon deposit beneath them, and with an earth shattering ROAR, a massive pillar of Dark Energon forced it's way to the surface, ripping away half the building, plunging Nightbeat and Hot Rod into darkness as the whole building's electrical system died.

Nightbeat sighed in the total blackness. "Whatever it was, it wasn't good."

Aero Blade
2014-08-21, 11:36 PM
Iacon Walls

With Windcharger being flung at her, Terabolt would be forced to slow down abruptly and transform, catching the unconscious bot. The momentum between the two of them would cause her to come to a full stop just shy of the mystery mech. And then he started to disappear within the cloud of smoke.

"Bludgeon!" Terabolt would shout, but he was out of reach, as she had suspected he would be if she were not able to pounce on him. Her intent had been to pin him, knowing all too well herself how easily he could escape from a bind, like herself...

What Prowl would be able to see on Terabolt was an expression of concern, perhaps hurt, at the departure of the other mech, now that she was in robot mode (her catbeast form was sadly not as expressive). The expression would remain as she gently set Windcharger down on the ground, checking the small Autobot for vital signs.



War Academy

Yoketron scowled as Predacon started to grease the walls of the elevator shaft, but at least he had seen what floor their opponent had escaped to. In the least if they were quick they could catch up to him, but not by the method Yoketron had intended originally.

"What did you have in mind?" Yoketron would ask Orion.



Approaching City Center

Dirge would spin away from Ironhide's incoming shot, forced to swoop back around for another go. Had Dirge not been in his flight-mode he would've scowled briefly at Ramjet crashing, but then perked up briefly as he watched the two banter. Ramjet may not have been very smart or agile, but he was making for an excellent distraction that he wouldn't have to worry about hurting. Very much, anyways...

As Dirge came back around again, he'd lay down a line of shots in a strafing run, many of them coming very close to Ramjet in the process. It was only fair, after how Ramjet nearly shot him with the last Autobot they dealt with...



Medbay, Nemesis

Knock Out smiled as Scorponok spoke. Yes, this was definitely a mech he could get along with, one that didn't believe all the propaganda that Iacon put out about itself, its people, and its industries.

"Indeed, a wondrous sight it is, though I fear I might not be able to get much of a view of it," Knock Out answered, a small frown now on his face again. "When I arrived here, Megatron was in a hurry to have me get to work, an emergency repair job on his body guard before they hurried out to the front," he started to explain. "With all the hustle of the battle, I worry no accommodations have been made for me as far as quartering. That cot was brought in for me in the meantime, so I can stay ready for incoming wounded such as yourself, but it's taking up space I could be using for equipment. I just hope things won't get lost in the shuffle once the fighting is finished."

Then Knock Out would perk back up into a more professional, pleasant smile. "But that's a worry for later after the emergencies are over, and I'm happy to say that you don't fall into that category. Aside from the dislocations, your injuries are mostly mild and a few moderate concerns, but nothing that will require surgery. Patch a few places and clean up the scrapes, and you'll be as good as new."

Blackjack
2014-08-22, 02:19 PM
City Center

No.

Sentinel watched in horror as the bombs seemingly dropped onto the city. For a fleeting moment Sentinel thought that they were conventional bombs, that his final end would be because a maniac is willing to blow himself up along with his enemy.

But no.

Dark Energon.

Sentinel Prime did not know what they are, specifically, but he had heard of them. And as reports and screams sounded through his ears, how everything has started blowing up – every single thing in the city, a hundred and fifty million years’ worth of history and civilization – and were replaced with these dark crystals. Sentinel’s mouth hung open as his broken arms hung uselessly on his sides. Everything – everything started to rumble and change.

Iacon is dead, Megatron had proclaimed.

The people evacuating into the tunnels? Most likely dead.

Partly because of the pain but mostly because of the shock, Sentinel Prime made no effort to move away from the tank-mode Megatron. He half-heartedly lifted up his faithful Skyboom Shield, which flared to life and formed a small half-dome around its owner, the blue energy field flaring to life and holding off Megatron’s stream of purple.

He was going to die soon.

Sentinel knew it.

“Activate protocol: True Zeta.” Sentinel whispered softly, closing his optics. He was forced to his knees as his energon reserves were bled into the Skyboom Shield’s generator, as every sinew inside his arm was shattered by the sheer force.

The blue of the Skyboom Shield started to crack, started to thin out. It was a non-sentient device, one that had served for a long time with Sentinel ever since he was a mere ground trooper, one that distinguished him and gave him his moniker. The generator, attached to Sentinel’s left arm, started to sputter and crackle with energy, seemingly resigned to its fate as its owner has been.

The blast tore through Sentinel’s broken left arm, completely melting and then vaporizing his wounded left arm, before crashing through the center of his chest, cutting through vital systems like knife through butter. Autobots yelled around him, and Sentinel felt himself being pushed out of the way – too late – by a small little Autobot. The momentum from the other Autobot’s charge put part of his head too closely to the blast, however, and Sentinel saw a good chunk of the other Autobot’s neck sheared off before he tumbled to the ground, clutching his neck.

Another one dead. Another one of my many failures.

Sentinel’s vision blurred as he fell to his side, the entire left half of his upper body sheared off by the blast. Whatever was left of his arm clattered down next to the Autobot that attempted to push him out of the way, whereas the rest of him clattered down, a mess of body parts barely connected by short wires. Small explosions and sparks flew off what’s left of him as microsystems erupted here and there.

Sentinel wanted to scream, wanted to scream in pain, in anguish, but he could not.

Fate would not permit him to – he had failed everyone else too much to even have the right to exclaim his anguish to the heavens.

And the worst part?

He knew why he had suffered this.

He knew full well he deserved this. He did one mistake. One mistake in his life. In good conscience.

All he wanted was to do good. All he wanted was to serve the people, work within the system, some day, perhaps, become a Prime.

And he did end up becoming Prime – for all of two days. The shortest reign a Prime would ever have in the history. He was no Nova Prime, no Alpha Prime, no Quintus Prime, no Zeta Prime.

He was… Sentinel Prime. The one who let the great city of Iacon fell.

Oh, his shame.

He will carry it to his grave.

But at least, in his death, he might deny the enemy something they might be searching.

“Iacon- the Autobots- will never truly die-” Sentinel’s vocal cords managed to splutter out as his neck started to fall apart, as his legs finally gave way and his skeletal, broken body clattered face-forwards to the ground. He felt the buffers of his shattered Spark Core starting to give away, as the positrons and electrons that made up his Spark started to flutter away. “Freedom- freedom will not die-not- not until- not until all- all- all has- has become- one-”

Sentinel’s optics started to fade out.
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Obsidian looked around, as Iacon’s great histories – the museums, the records, the temples, the great structures… everything that made Cybertron what it is, was torn apart by the crystals that rose from the ground. No. No. Destroying Cybertron, destroying its very essence, its culture, it was not what he signed up for. They were to take over, guide Cybertron to a new age.

Obsidian’s rotors stopped working as he dropped from where he was hovering and fell onto the ground, his scorpion-like lower body barely keeping him upright as his arms sagged downwards. Obsidian looked around as Iacon was destroyed – the Stellar Galleries, the great Primal Temple, the old barracks where troops used to assemble, Iacon’s Museum of History, the Reliquary, the high-class homes of Translucentica Heights…

Obsidian had expected they had to bring Iacon down, break it down – he was not naïve – but this? This was complete annihilation. There would be nothing to salvage.

Obsidian let out a loud, high-pitched electronic wail full of grief and pain and defeat into the sky as Iacon, Cybertron’s crown jewel and glory, died with its last Prime.
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“NO!” Grimlock turned around, looking as Sentinel’s chest was pierced by the purple blast. “Stupid Prime-” Grimlock managed to get it out before Sixshot took the opportunity tear a huge gash onto his stomach. Sixshot transformed into his robot mode and savagely drove a knee into Grimlock’s fresh wound, ignoring the blazing blade that cut into the Decepticon’s upper shoulder.

Sixshot delivered a punishing blow with the back of his fist onto Grimlock’s head, driving a massive dent into the side of the Autobot, and kicked him hard onto the ground. Grimlock, for the second time that day, did not get up.

“We win.” Sixshot growled, bringing his face close to Grimlock as he grabbed the large Autobot by the side of the head, and whispered. “It was a good attempt, but you- you’re not remotely good enough to even be a warm-up exercise. You think you’re as good as Megatron, but you’re not worth killing. No, I’m not going to kill you. You are nothing. You can run. Stew in your weakness and your inability. Burn in vengeance, burn in this moment of failure, and grow. Grow stronger and seek me out, and perhaps you might make me sweat a little. As of now – you’re nothing but a dog. You are useless to me.”

Sixshot lifted the struggling Grimlock by the head, and tossed him over the cliff, down below.
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Iacon Walls

Prowl growled as Bludgeon seemed to disappear, coming up next to Terabolt and Windcharger and pointing his sidearm at where Bludgeon was, knowing through what he assumed to be gut feeling how useless shooting the mysterious Decepticon would be.

“Bludgeon?” Prowl asked. “Terabolt, it is not my nature to inquire into another’s personal history, but who-”

Prowl’s question was cut short as the city started to rumble, and Dark Energon crystals began to rose from the ground, tearing the ground apart, and rising up, a particular shard tearing Prowl’s wing-door clean off and barely missing stabbing through his back into his spark core. As Dark Energon started to rose everywhere, Prowl rolled closer to Terabolt and Windcharger. “What-?” Prowl managed to get out.

The amount of things that were out of his control- it’s- it’s too much.
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Medbay, Nemesis

“Oooh, that is beautiful, those crystal bombs are. I didn’t know Predacon had developed those Dark Energon things so far.” Scorponok said with a whistle as he looked out of a window. He turned to look at Knock Out and nodded. “You did arrive at quite a bad time, then, I would say. Right before our assault! And perhaps we of Team Science are to blame, having created several thousand additional Decepticons in the past two days.”

Scorponok clapped his hands together. “Do you have any personal effects? I am sure I can get one of the crew quarters for you – it’s not anything fancy until we can get to somewhere more permanent, but it should do better than a cot.”

The doors to the medbay opened to admit three jet Vehicons pushing Scorponok’s broken transector into the room, with a fourth balancing a pile of salvaged, broken claws and armour pieces. Two surviving Scorpobabies make chittering noises as they scuttled in after the Vehicons.

“Ah!” Scorponok said, gesturing to the transector. “My poor, poor body! Doctor, I am not intending to insult your skills, but on the right hip is a datapad that contains all the specifics of this transector’s parts and components.”
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War Academy

From where Sentinel’s ransacked quarters were, sitting in the middle of broken medals and awards, a small data slug flared to life, sending a world-wide signal to all Autobots: Sentinel Prime is dead. Long live the new Prime. But it sent a message to one particular Autobot.

“Orion.

This is Sentinel Pri- well. Just Sentinel.

This is a pre-recorded message. If you receive this, then I have died and have failed Iacon.

Get to my quarters. Get to my quarters now. I shall explain as you do so.

The burden of Primehood… the burden of being a leader for our people… it falls to you. It always have fallen to you, Orion. I am… sorry. I apologize. I-

Okay- let me try again. I- I lied to everyone. I lied to Kup, to Yoketron, to Prowl and all the rest. Zeta Prime- he did entrust me with the Matrix of Leadership- but- but not for me to wield. I- I was not to be the next Prime- and I know that taking the Matrix is wrong. I know it with all my spark now. It was a mistake.

I was- I was angry. Confused. I could talk about how Zeta Prime’s death and the grief affecting my judgment, but I’m not going to lie to you. Not now- not with my death approaching- or, well, with it having passed, if you have received this message. No, it was ego. It was my ego talking, using the anger and grief as the fan for my flames.

I stole the Matrix. Inserted within me. The next Prime after Zeta Prime should have been you. You. I betrayed Zeta- I can only hope that by facing Megatron and maybe defeating him, I might atone for my sins. I have always intended to set things right if I had succeeded- but I suppose… I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore.

I am- I am gone. And you are Prime. You are Prime, Orion.

The Matrix of Leadership is yours. Simply say your name and the vocal recognition software will bequeath the Matrix to you.

You were always better. Primus be my witness, it hurts me to say this, but- you were better. In every single way. You were Prime material, in a way that none of us were. That was, I suppose, why I was so hard on you. I hated that you had everything I wanted but could never become. But- but I hoped- I hoped that somewhere, while I was being a jerk, somewhere within me, there was a part that wanted to groom you- to make you ready.

Well.

The Matrix will speak to you. As they have spoken to me when I first took it. When they rejected me.

They will welcome you- you will be the true Prime.

Do not be arrogant, do not be proud, do not be afraid to do what is right. Do not wait until death’s door to do what you know to be right, and do not be a coward about it – look at your predecessor- look at me- who- who died. Because of it. The burden of leadership is yours.

Tell what you will to the world about the truth behind ‘Sentinel Prime’. Your decision is that of the Prime. And I will respect it.

Respect your people. Be a strong rock, but not too hard. Listen to the counsel of others, but never back down from what you view is right – empty advices are all I can give you. Learn from the mistakes of the older Primes. My arrogance and cowardice, Zeta’s stagnancy… I suppose I can’t stay for too long before Ironhide finds me, so I will give you a few pragmatic advices about war. That’s the only thing I’m good at, anyway. Trust Kup, Prowl, Rapido and all your other generals. They will advise you as they did me. Cultivate a good relationship with the Temple Knights. Listen to the Matrix. Whenever you can, save as many people as you can.

I am sorry.

Other than empty advice from a false Prime, I have naught to give you but the Matrix and a new name, as I do to new recruits:

Your name, as the best Prime, holds a lot of hope- and hope... is all we have left.

Goodbye and good luck -- Optimus Prime.”

Aero Blade
2014-08-22, 03:02 PM
((OOC: That was a nice post for Sentinel. Dammit, now I can't hate him :swirly:))

Iacon Walls

"My brother."

With the war and explosions going all around them, Terabolt failed to react to them, her mind focused on the thought. She wasn't even attending Windcharger now, merely kneeling over him, staring in his direction as her mind went elsewhere at Prowl's question.

"We don't know if we're true spark siblings, neither of us recall our activations. But as long as we can remember, it was always just us, me and Blud..."

Terabolt straightened up a bit, still kneeling but now sitting back a bit in a more settled position, looking up but her focus still elsewhere. "We were two rough sparkings roaming the Dead Ends, scavenging what we needed, dodging the gangs and slavers, and spying on the Temple Knights whenever they came in to calm things down. So long as we were together, nothing could touch us. But then came the one night - the night of screams, and fire, and oilshed - when the Knights came for the last time, and the government finally established their own security forces to handle the gang wars. The fires separated us, and I succumb to the heat before finding him. When I came to, I was in the care of the Temple Knights, but Bludgeon was gone...



Medbay, Nemesis

"I don't have much in the way of personal effects with me - as I said, I was brought in rather hastily for the emergency," Knock Out would answer to Scorponok as he worked. "I tended to move about frequently to where I was needed for work anyways, so I never held onto too much. What I'm missing can be easily replaced, though I would need a place to put it. The important thing is as you noted, something better than a cot. Without proper rest sooner or later, I won't be able to do much to help the incoming wounded."

Knock Out would be just about finished as the vehicons appeared with their cargo, and the two other unusual creatures. Knock Out spared them a brief quizzical look, then returned to finishing his work.

"Well the timing seems well, you're essentially finished, but rest for a bit yet senator - you still need to recharge and the bonding agents need to finish sealing," Knock Out advised. He then proceeded over to the mangled body, retrieving the datapad Scorponok had mentioned, turning back to give him a genuine smile. "Oh no trouble at all! Having specs on hand is an advantage - no need to do exploratories to cross match a part, so much more efficient and safer for a patient than guessing or trying to 'make something work'."

Now armed with the knowledge of how it was supposed to look, Knock Out would glance over the damaged frame to check on the amount of damage it had incurred. "Whoever you went up against did quite the number on it. It might be a while before this is in working order.

Heinrad
2014-08-23, 06:20 AM
(OOC: Blackjack, that was beautiful.)

Heinrad
2014-08-23, 11:54 PM
War Academy:


Orion started to reach for a compartment on his hip. "I've got a-"

Then the data slug's message came through. Orion's optics widened as Sentinel's confession played out through his commlink.

The whole thing. Every. Single. Word.

He was to be the new Prime? 'ME?'

I can't be the new Prime. I'm just..... I'm...... I'm Orion, somebody who did well in the Academy. I'm just a wet behind the audio receptors junior officer. Maybe after a while, sure, but now? NOW?

Then he thought about one of the lessons they'd drilled into him at the Academy. When all about you is in chaos, keep your head. It will help you keep it attached to your shoulders.

He wasn't in this alone. He had Yoketron. He had Ironhide. He had Prowl, if Prowl was still alive.

Orion's hand moved away from his hip, optics hardening. "Things have just changed, Yoketron. We will pursue, but we must go to Sentinel's quarters first. And with all haste." Without waiting for the Temple Knight, Orion took off at a dead run.

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Destroyed Police Station:


"This is why I steer clear of these places."

"What, you didn't enjoy your free medical treatment?" Nightbeat lead the way down the pitch black corridor, the light clipped to the underside of his plasma blaster illuminating the way.

Hot Rod snorted. "I didn't mind that. But now we're trapped in here. Every way we've checked so far is blocked by those weird crystals."

"That's why we're looking for the Heavy Weapons Detail room. If they haven't been cleaned out, we can probably find something to blow up a wall with and get out of here. Have a little hope."

"I have very little hope."

Nightbeat smirked. "See? You're doing fine already."

Then the message, slightly garbled by interference from the Dark Energon, came through.

Nightbeat and Hot Rod stared at each other for a moment.

"So........", Hot Rod wondered. "Who do you think the new Prime is?"

Nightbeat shrugged. "Whoever he is, he's got one hell of a mess to deal with."

************
Somewhere slightly above Iacon:

Tracks had managed to make it out of whatever street he'd crashed into micrometers ahead of a wave of Dark Energon, his sorely taxed jet turbines whining unsteadily.

Sentinel Prime was dead. But the message had also said there was a new Prime, without stating a name.

It could be Ultra Magnus. He was a popular one. Or Obsidian? Maybe Prowl? Hopefully not Prowl.

Then Tracks took a good look at the destroyed city below him, and a more depressing thought occurred to him.

Given all this destruction, what were the odds that there were any Autobots besides him left to lead?

Aero Blade
2014-08-24, 01:15 AM
War Academy

Orion's abrupt exit would catch Yoketron off guard briefly, the younger bot having been seemingly content to just follow him up until now. What had suddenly changed?

Keep well that one. You will need him.

The Keeper's words filtered back into his head, the memory of their parting not long ago. Orion's safety was more important than the pursuit of an intruder in retreat. It wasn't as if they could follow Predacon directly anyways, not with the elevator shaft sabotaged - they would just have to track him down later.

Yoketron would waste no more than a moment in these thoughts before turning to take after Orion.

Blackjack
2014-08-24, 05:43 AM
Iacon Walls

"Your-" Prowl zipped down from a rising spire of this 'dark energon' and scooped up Windcharger, checking for vital signs. He seemed all right, if unconscious -- nothing a CR chamber won't fix. "-brother?"

While listening to Terabolt's story, Prowl mentally sent out several instructions for alternate evacuation routes to other field commanders, knowing that Sentinel's orders of going from the underground tunnels would be suicidal at the moment.

"You did not search for him? Confirm his... fate?" Prowl asked when the tremors have calmed down, though the sounds of a nearby collapsing building interrupted his sentence. "Apologies if it sounded like an accusation, but I am merely... curious, I suppose?" He paused. "I may not be the most emotionally open Autobot, but I have... several brothers as well, and losing them to find them working for the enemy... well..."

Normally Prowl would've offered some 'your former ally is now an enemy until proven otherwise, don't be weak' speech, but a thought struck his head -- if it were his brother. If it was Smokescreen. Or Jolt, or Bluestreak, or Ricochet, or Crosswise, or Streetstar, or Rapido... if it was one of them which was standing with a purple badge. How would he react? Would he follow logic and shoot them in the chest with an acid bullet first?

What would be the logical thing to do?

What would he do?
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Medbay, Nemesis

"We're in a warship at the moment, but I'm sure when we land I can arrange for a full CR chamber with chilled energon pumps to be delivered to wherever your quarters should be. As is it, I'm sure one of you Vehicons can fetch a couple of energon cubes for our good doctor and myself to recharge?" Scorponok turned to look at the Vehicons gathered in the medbay, and two of them looked at each other before walking out of the room.

"Those-" Scorponok pointed at the Scorpobabies, which were making noises as they recognized their master, scuttling up next to the gurney and attempting to hop up onto it. "-are my Scorpobabies. They look cute, going all 'chrr-chrr-chrr' now, but I assure you they are deadly instruments of war."

Scorponok nodded appreciatively as Knock Out didn't say no to the specs. Too many medics he's met were arrogant little children who assumed they knew how a modified body would work, and end up doing a substandard job. (Also, he had to thank Thunderwing for the idea of putting a datapad containing said specs inside his transector)

"I went against a veritable army of Autobots. One of them was using acid bullets and there was this one who used a grapple line. And there was this Temple Knight that transformed into a large feline." Scorponok shrugged. "The battle is as good as over anyway, doctor. Take your time -- I am going to have to review matters while I recover anyway. What I lost by losing my Iacon assets, the performance of the Scorpobabies, the Vehicons, Sixshot and all that."

Heinrad
2014-08-24, 04:27 PM
War Academy:

Orion pounded down the corridors like a mech possessed, finally skidding to a halt in front of Sentinel Prime's quarters.

I need to wait.... Yoketron needs to see this....

Wait? Am I really going to go through with this? This is Sentinel, the one who made my life a living hell while I was here. This could be another.....

Orion took a moment to gather his thoughts.

Despite his feelings towards me, not even Sentinel would joke about this.

Hand shaking slightly, Orion reached out and hit the door release. The door hissed open...........

......... Revealing a ruined mess. Orion walked into the room, looking around. When he was sure Yoketron was outside, he looked at the room's computer. "Computer. Recognize voiceprint: Ori....." He shook his head. "Optimus Prime"

Aero Blade
2014-08-24, 05:52 PM
Iacon Walls

The ground beneath the mechs would rumble for a long moment, a stern reminder that the ground beneath them was becoming steadily more unstable with the crystals chewing up the foundation and collapsing the tunnels

"The rest is best left for later," Terabolt would speak, now focusing back on the matter at hand. With Prowl now holding Windcharger, Terabolt would change back into her catbeast form, crouching down nearby. "Hop aboard and hold tight, to me and him."


Medbay, Nemesis

"Thank you, that all sounds quite well," Knock Out would answer to Scorponok, both about personal arrangements and the work to be done on the mangled body.

He would start to prep for the repair job, but was finding himself continually distracted by the Scorpobabies. He was used to seeing some unusual critters, the mob bosses he worked on tended to have such oddities (the more exotic and dangerous the better), but the chittering and clinking of metal legs was difficult to tune out.

Deciding it best not to approach the creatures, he would keep at his prep work, but pushed a box of unneeded parts with his foot over towards the gurney and the scorpobabies, so that the creatures might be able to use it as a step up.


War Academy

Yoketron had caught up to Orion, pausing outside the room as he watched Orion proceed in and go to the computer, and heard him correct himself on his own name...

The elder Temple Knight said nothing. He would walk into the room a short distance, and there he paused again, waiting, and watching.

Heinrad
2014-08-24, 11:15 PM
Destroyed Police Station:


Nightbeat scowled. "Well, kid, I've got good news and bad news."

Hot Rod sighed. "Let me guess. We've found the heavy weapons room, but it's in lockdown?"

Nightbeat rapped his fist against the door. "Actually, it's not in lockdown. But, given the thickness of the doors, the lack of power to the door release system, and the fact that neither of us have the strength of a giant...." He shrugged. "Unless you can bench press Crystal City and never mentioned it, we're not opening those doors."

***********
Approaching City Center:


Sentinel Prime is dead. Long live the new Prime.

It echoed through Ironhide's commlink. He'd been taking a step back, still firing at Ramjet with the Scrapmaker and swinging the Riot Cannon around to aim at Dirge when the message came through and broke his concentration. "What?"

Blackjack
2014-08-25, 03:41 PM
Iacon Walls

Prowl held on to Windcharger protectively as the ground rumbled, his eyes narrowing as several smaller crystals started peeking up from the ground beneath his feet. "What are these even?" He wondered out loud. "The properties seem odd -- feels like the power source the Decepticons used to cause the corpses to move..."

Prowl nodded at Terabolt, holding Windcharger's smaller form against his body with one hand, and hoisting himself on top of Terabolt's beast mode with another. He hung on with his free hand and nodded. "Let us be away."
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Medbay, Nemesis

Scorponok nodded. "Of course. We take care of our own. We may be a bunch of genocidal maniacs with a moral compass that spins around more wildly than if you dropped a compass into the Magnetrico Desert, but we take care of our own."

Observing Knock Out's distraction and smiling proudly possibly because of it as the Scorpobabies scuttled up the gurney that the medic provided, and started chittering around Scorponok excitedly.

"For things with such limited processing systems, these are lively, wouldn't you say?" Scopronok told Knock Out as he patted one of the Scorpobabies in the head, which purred. The other tried to jostle in, and Scorponok patted that one in the head with his other hand. "Modified wildlife, they are. Well, I basically took protoform matter, modelled it after wildlife, incorporated some aspects like the internal drilling mechanism, but they're otherwise wholly my creation."

Aero Blade
2014-08-25, 05:07 PM
Iacon Walls

No sooner had Prowl established a good grip, Terabolt would launch herself forward, just barely skirting out of the way of another large crystal foisting itself up through the ground where they had been standing, followed soon by others.

It was one of the reason Terabolt had held to her animal form for so long while others gave theirs up, or refused them all together - paws and legs had far more traction and agility on the rough terrain than wheels could hope for, nor could a hover unit feel the shifting ground beneath it. Terabolt used all of it to her advantage, maneuvering through the crumbling terrain and quickly carrying them to more stable surroundings. Not much could truly be said to be safe, not with the war still raging around them, but she had hope they would find allies at the war academy, or at least supplies to patch up the ones she had with her.

"The Unicronians have been using those crystals for far longer than the Decepticons have had it. It's Dark Energon," Terabolt would tell Prowl once they had reached stable ground. "Almost every rumor you've probably heard about that stuff is true. The blood of Unicron..."

Terabolt would let the thought hang for a moment, before she would speak again, though her tone was different, like it had been before when she was remembering the past. "My brother... Yes I did search for him. As soon as I was able to escape the Knights I went back to the Dead Ends, but no matter where I went, I found no sign of him. I knew that he would have been there, were he capable of coming."

"Eventually the new security forces managed to corner me and toss me in one of their holding areas. I had just about sprung myself when they came for me again, sending me back to the Temple. The Knights had paid the bail for my release to their custody. Or I should say, one Knight did..."


Medbay, Nemesis

"Yes, they're quite charming, but I imagine that's lead to the death of many an Autobot that underestimated them," Knock Out would answer to Scorponok. "I don't do much dabbling myself, aside from some more unusual upgrades that some of my clients have wanted, but looking at all of this that you've brought in, it definitely has piqued my interest."

"You said you were part of the Science Team? Are there others doing more like this, or are each of you in your own field of study?"

Heinrad
2014-08-25, 11:47 PM
Sentinel Prime's office, War Academy:

There was silence for a moment after Orion spoke his new name. In fact, as Orion heard Yoketron moving behind him, part of him began to wonder if his instinct had been wrong, that this was some perverse joke on Sentinel's part.

Then the desk pinged. "Recognize - Optimus Prime - AL01."

Space seemed to warp above the desk for a moment, then the Matrix appeared in a flash of light, hovering over the surface of the desk, the dark blue crystal at the center glowing with an inner fire.

He didn't even have to think it. His hands grabbed the handles as his center torso opened, and before he realized it, the Matrix was in his chest, panels snapping shut over it.

Then Orion was glowing golden-bright, light from within by the power of the Matrix, which was now where it was meant to be, as far as it was concerned.

----------------------

Hmmnf. You're a young one, aren't you?

Orion, hovering somewhere within his own mind, somewhere in the new brightness suffusing everything, looked around for the voice. "Hello?"

Ah, good. Usually the next leader makes contact, and they're all in shock and awe. Babbling about how they aren't worthy. Well, except for the last guy. But then, I didn't feel like talking to him.

"Who..... why......"

I am known by various names throughout history. Currently I'm referred to as the Autobot Matrix of Leadership. As for the why, young fellow.... Well..... That would be telling.

Orion blinked. "The Matrix is only carried by the leader of the Autobots."

You do know there was a time when there were no factions, don't you? Have I been around so long that only I remember history?

"I'm not a historian. I'm just a soldier-"

Oh, no. No you don't. The first Prime in only I know how long who has an initial response that is a question is NOT going to go into the 'I shouldn't be here, I'm not worthy' train of thought.

Orion shrugged. "It's been a bad day."

Tell me about it. Your immediate predecessor wasn't even supposed to posses me. How's he doing?

"He's dead, and his killer is ravaging the planet. Iacon is being destroyed."

Well, we'd best do something about that, then. Your name?

"I am Ori-"

Not your old name. You are the Prime now. Even as we speak, I'm rebuilding you. A new Prime for a new age........ Assuming we live through this. Now, boy.... What is your NAME???

Orion straightened. He could feel power surging through him, feel like he was being renewed, rebuilt, reformed......

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"I AM OPTIMUS PRIME!!!!!!!!!!". And with those words, the golden nimbus of cocooning light surrounding him shattered, leaving a much changed Autobot behind. (If you want to know what he looks like in robot mode, look up Beast Hunters Optimus Prime. He's based on the Voyager class version of the figure)

Aero Blade
2014-08-26, 02:15 PM
((ooc: Nice choice for form. I'm gonna be hard to picture that one with a younger voice, though, no-way he's gonna sound that old so soon ;) ))

Sentinel Prime's office, War Academy

The lack of a physical transformation - that had been their first clue before that things were off with Sentinel. It was entirely possible that the Matrix had decided he needed no transformation, one might suppose, but then it would have been the first time in recorded history that it hadn't happened...

With Optimus Prime now standing before him, Yoketron would make a formal bow that wound end with him down on one knee, a traditional gesture used by the Temple Knights to when they accepted the service of a new superior.

"Prime, I am at your call."


Vector Sigma

THE MATRIX HAS PASSED

The Keeper stirred from his meditation at Vector Sigma's voice in his mind, a sound few aside from the Keeper himself heard. Around him now there were other sounds as well, muddled by the reinforced walls of the ancient chamber. The sounds of death, destruction, and chaos. "So ends the prelude, and the true war begins..."

The Keeper would stand, rising slowly from his meditation position, standing tall with respect as he turned to face the giant super computer.

"My time passes, as you foresaw long ago. My only regret is that I was not able to service you more. But the age of old is passing, and I am too set to change. Let the age of the new come forth without mourning."

The Keeper would put his hand to his chest, sending a code silently through his system. Within his body a capsule would open, releasing a chemical into his energon stream. The two would mix, making his energon yellow and becoming acrid, rapidly eating away his own insides. The process was happening quickly, but he had a few moments more.

"My master...it has been an honor serving you... choose well, your next..."

The Keeper's entire body glowed yellow the chemicals finished running their course, his entire frame just evaporating, not even a trace of his body remaining. His spark lingered for but a moment before it too faded away, rejoining the Allspark.

Within the confines of the structure a deep rumbling began as the walls around Vector Sigma's chamber began to move and shift.

FULL SYSTEM SHUT DOWN COMMANDS ISSUED TO ALL NODES
COMPOUND LOCKDOWN IN PROGRESS
DEEP SYSTEM HYBERNATION INITIALIZED


All across the planet, any surviving Vector nodes began to shut down, sealing themselves off from the outside world, and all power ceasing to them.

Warcry
2014-08-26, 09:38 PM
Approaching City Center

Ramjet only vaguely noticed the Dark Energon promontories tearing themselves up from the ground, and just assumed that it was all part of the plan.

We're wrecking their shit good!

Then Ironhide shot him again.

"Hey, stop that!" he bellowed as more explosive rounds hit, knocking him back down to the ground. "Seriously, don't make me cluster-bomb ya!"

Then Dirge started to shoot at him too.

"Oh come on, Blue!" he shouted as he dove for cover. "I thought we were buddies!"
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War Academy

Predacon pranced through the halls of the lab floor like a gleeful child. He ignored the sealed-off labs themselves, knowing that they wouldn't hold anything of interest beyond proving what the Decepticons already knew -- that their own science was far ahead of the Autobots' outdated, hidebound, morally shackled research.

No, what he was really interested in -- what could really be useful -- were the rejects.

When he saw the room marked "Long-Term Project Storage", he stopped and smiled. It was locked, of course, but a simple spray of acid from his snake-like cutlass dealt with that. Letting himself in, he saw a fairly large room veritably packed with boxes of experimental notes, half-build technology, ruined equipment and hermetically-sealed containers. Many of them were marked "FAILURE" in simple red block letters. A few others were marked with a more generic "PROJECT CANCELLED" or even "ETHICS VIOLATION".

But the biggest of them, a crate standing at the back of the room behind dozens of other, smaller boxes, had the best markings of all: "HAZARD DO NOT TOUCH".

Oddly enough, the so-called hazardous box had a clear access built into it, one which, judging from the wear patterns and lack of dust, was accessed fairly often.

"Okay, obviously I've got to steal that..."
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City Center

"I was being dramatic." Lugnut managed to transform to robot mode, somehow, even though the beast's hold on his body didn't loosen as his body parts shifted configurations. "You'll probably die. I'll be fine."

He held one hand up in front of him, using the built-in gravity well to increase his mass on that end and stop the tumble. He'd only just stabilized himself, though, when he slammed into the ground fist-first. Debris and metal flew as their unnaturally increased mass punched a crater in the hillside, only stopping when they reached a vein of Dark Energon that had dug itself into the ground.

The impact, thankfully, shook the Autobot loose. Lugnut inspected his damaged armour and was happy to see that in spite of the deep gouges that Quickswitch had made, none of the panels had given way or torn off.

"I'll have to thank the doc for that later," he muttered as he got up, trying to spot his foe through the dust cloud their crash had kicked up.
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Megatron returned to robot mode and stood triumphantly over the broken Sentinel, ignoring the Autobot leader's prattle. He watched as the dark purple spires tore through the ground, destroying thousands of years worth of Iaconian history with such ease that it may as well never have existed -- just the way Megatron liked it.

"We're done here," he said bluntly, loud enough for the surrounding Decepticons to hear. Then, more loudly, he addressed his Air Commander. "Obsidian, coordinate our withdrawal. If Shockwave's estimates are correct, Iacon won't be a safe place to be twenty minutes from now. The Dark Energon is going to expand a whole lot more before its growth phase is done."

Then he activated his comm. "Excellent work, Shockwave. The destruction of Iacon is nearly complete. Is the Autobot reaction what we expected?"

"Indeed," Shockwave responded, "it is. Thousands of Autobot vessels, both civilian and military, are attempting to leave the system. Several dozen populated space stations are attempting to leave orbit, as well. In addition, numerous members of our forces have taken the opportunity to flee as well."

"Let them," Megatron said. "They will spread the Decepticon way of life to the stars."

"And the Autobots?"

"Begin Stage Three," Megatron said ominously.
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Nemesis

Shockwave watched through his monitors as the bulk of the Decepticon fleet dispersed, climbing to a higher orbit and out of orbital bombardment position. The majority of them were moving on a clear trajectory that would take them towards Space Bridge Central, the massive complex of bridge generator rings that connected Cybertron's home system to her colonies and allies across the galaxy. Traffic was streaming through the gates now, uncontrolled. The Decepticon fleet would put a stop to that, securing the area and only allowing through the ships that they permitted. Ships belonging to the Autobot government, or owned by their wealthy elite, would not be allowed to pass...or exist.

And soon, very soon, there would be even more ships trying to leave than there were now. Though the other cities didn't show it yet, the Dark Energon attack on Iacon would have ruinous effects on the world's technosphere. Already, the sensitive probes he'd left behind across the globe were reporting reduced flow from Cybertron's Energon springs. Soon they would dry up completely, as would the self-replenishing mines that they harvested crystalline Energon from, with the shutdown of the Vector computers that the assault had almost certainly provoked. Those who remained would first exhaust their dwindling sources of pure Energon, then have no choice but to subsist on the Dark Energon that was infesting their world. And once that was exhausted, as he calculated it would be in a few thousand years, they would starve.

Cybertron would be a dead world, forever incapable of supporting life. The only thing that could restart it was the Omega Lock, an ancient device purported to serve as a "reset switch" for the world's internal mechanisms. But a lock was useless without a key, and the keys to the Omega Lock had been lost to the mists of time millions of years ago.

Without a home the Transformers would have to take to the stars, expanding and growing, learning and adapting to the new situations they found themselves in...or die trying. But the one thing they would not do was stagnate, the way they had for so long under the Primes and the repressive senate. Thanks to Megatron, their race had a fresh start.

Everything had unfolded as they had planned.

(OOC: This is, I hope, suitably cold-blooded and horrifying. :) )

Heinrad
2014-08-26, 11:57 PM
Sentinel Prime's office, War Academy:

As Optimus started getting his bearings - I'm taller than I was.... I feel bulkier..... Are those..... Wings? - he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a monitor screen.

Wow.... I am bulkier, all ri...... Where'd my faceplate go?

From somewhere in his subconscious came a vague murmuring about how some people are never satisfied, reassuring him it would be there if he needed it, and right now, they had far bigger problems to deal with.

Optimus looked down at Yoketron. "Thank you, my friend. Please, rise. We both need to grab that Decepticon that escaped to the lower levels." Taking a final look around Sentinel's office, he saw an emerald bladed energo-broadsword hanging askew on the wall. He grabbed the hilt and activated it, nodded in satisfaction, and subspaced it.

Then he activated his commlink, setting it to not only reach all Autobots, but everybody on surface and in near orbit. "Attention all Autobots. The Matrix has passed. I am Optimus Prime. We have been dealt a serious blow today, but we will recover. We will overcome.". He deactivated his commlink. "Now, let's go wring some answers out of that Decepticon!" He charged out of the room, heading for a different lift shaft.

***********
Approaching City Center:


Ironhide heard the voice coming over his commlink and grinned. "Knew ya had it in ya, kid."

He looked to where Ramjet had dived for cover. "Aw, don'cha want t'play anymore?" He leveled the Riot Cannon and opened fire, sending blast after blast at the Seeker. For Dirge, he aimed the X-M Scrapmaker and pulled the trigger, flinging hundreds of explosive rounds at the airborne Seeker.


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Destroyed Police Station:


The building shuddered again as Nightbeat and Hot Rod tried to smash through the wall next to the door to the Heavy Weapons Squad, which was proving to be as well built as the door, despite the rumors about building contracts.

Then they heard the speech.

"That's it?"

Nightbeat nodded. "He's either a mech of few words, or he's in the middle of something."

The building gave a massive shudder, tortured materials screaming at the abuse being heaped on them by the Dark Energon...... And the door to the Heavy Weapons Squad room fell in.

Hot Rod chuckled. "It might have been a short speech, but I can't argue with the aftermath."

LQS
2014-08-27, 09:50 AM
Orbit

No sooner had the news come in that Sentinel Prime had fallen, Sky Lynx received the transmission from Optimus Prime. The Matrix had passed. It was not to be his. Sky Lynx pushed the thought from his mind; the planet was being razed. The entire planet. In his mind, he alone stood between the Decepticons and Cybertron's total anihilation.

The neck and tail telescoped gracefully from the shuttle mode and the limbs unfolded beneath. Sky Lynx would have been deathly pale at seeing the sight below him.

"Damn you, Decepticons! DAMN YOU!"

It was a cry for the planet, and a cry for his lost leadership though he did not know it.

The Sky Lynx closed in dangerously on the Nemesis and a huge cone of flame erupted from his mouth.

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City Center[b]

The six-changer went flying. The impact into the ground hit him so hard it triggered a transformation into hydrofoil mode, useless here, but before he could switch modes, the call came in that Sentinel Prime had perished. He had failed to protect the Prime. His Master.

He didn't know how he knew this, only that it had occured to him and he had failed in his duty. He tried to transform but became agonizingly wedged between hydrofoil and robot mode, so stunned was he by the impact and the news.

He was bleeding out. Several of the pieces of debris had embedded themselves into his armor and past it, into his fuel lines.

The assult unit looked at [b]Lugnut. No, that can't be right. Quick Switch stared at the dim outline through the dust. There were six of Lugnut.

In sheer panic, he tried to transform again and a huge electric arc took him.

"Arrrgh!"

Six of him? He stared closer and shook his aching head. There was only one Lugnut. But there were six--six-- It was inverted... the six changer reeled, felt the phantom sense of six sensory inputs where he lay. The six modes clouded his mind.

"Oh no..." the cry was a whisper. Quick Switch was so shocked and stunned by everything he nearly missed the transmission from Optimus Prime.

Yes! Yes yes! There's another Prime. Another Prime to lead us! Yes!

Blackjack
2014-08-28, 10:13 AM
Riding on Terabolt

“Dark Energon.” Prowl repeated to himself, Terabolt confirming what he already suspected but refused to believe. He shook his head. “Then… then Iacon is truly dead to us.”

Prowl’s expression turned downcast. A normal person would think on how ridiculously impossible it would be to make precautions against something as exotic and mythical as Dark Energon, but all Prowl could think of was that he knew it exists… and failed to do anything to prevent it.

Just as he had failed to prevent the Decepticon uprising.

Or the deaths of Zeta Prime and now Sentinel Prime.

The city crumbling down all around him was proof of his failure.

What of everyone else? Smokescreen was safe in Omega Supreme, and Dead End had buggered out of Iacon shortly before the war began – did the Vehicons get him? Rapido was in the War Academy. What happened to him? Bluestreak was at Praxus – what about him? Prowl’s grip on the prone Windcharger tightened reflexively, though he did not realize it himself.

He numbly listened to Terabolt talk about her brother, knowing that however different the two of them were, he would’ve done the same if it was one of his own that were lost… “Yoketron, I presume?” Prowl said, the barest hint of a smile creeping into his mouth, though there was no mirth in it. He's lost too much to actually feel any sort of emotion resembling humour. “Yes he… he always saw the good in people.” He blinked, and shook his head. “So… your brother. You think someone else got to him?”

Then the message came. From… Optimus Prime?

The voice sounded familiar, but Prowl couldn’t pace it.

Prowl frowned. Did Hound’s team manage to eliminate Soundwave? It was a factor he wasn’t able to confirm for some time now. He opened a commlink and opened a frequency to Hound, Roadbuster, Red Alert and the rest of their team. “This is Prowl – has your mission been successful?”

If it was, it would be the only thing that went right that day.

He opened another channel in reply to Optimus Prime himself, who he did not recognize: “Optimus Prime, this is Prowl – your orders?”
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Medbay, Nemesis

“I’ll have to show off some of my research someday. There really isn’t much I carry on my person other than the Scorpobabies and this Headmaster technology.” Scorponok paused, frowning. “There’s the Zarak Shield, of course, which I thought was made of a pretty impressive polymer, but it proved itself rather disappointing in today’s battle.”

Scorponok laughed and tapped his chin. “We’re not bound by rules like ‘field of study’, Knock Out, and neither should you. I’m nominally a senator or head of a planetwide business chain of construction equipment, but look at what I have done! My comrades: Predacon, Tarantulas and Thunderwing… they’re as insane and as adept with the multiple fields of science as I am.”

Scorponok shrugged. “I’ve always been more interested in meddling with protoforms and transformation cogs. Upgrading transformers even before they are… ‘born’, if you will. Multiple changeforms, techno-organics, resizing, that sort of thing.” The Decepticon frowned. “Though I can do chemistry and physical engineering just as well. That large gun? It creates an anti-gravity bubble.”
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City Center

Sixshot turned from the dead Sentinel Prime – what a weakling! Why did these Autobots follow him? – to look at the city blowing up around him. He didn’t care.

He turned to regard the battle between Lugnut and Quickswitch as his internal systems handled the one lone gash that Grimlock had dealt him. It felt… good. To make these two Autobots – Grimlock and Quickswitch before him – work so hard to fight him. To try and defeat him, pure balls of raw anger and power… and to shut them down completely. Disappointing, but… promising, of sorts.

He turned away as the battle went further away from them. It was Lugnut’s battle. If Lugnut fell, or requested aid, or if Megatron orders him to, then Sixshot would intervene. That would be ‘honour’. Otherwise? Otherwise it is Lugnut’s fight and it was not his place to interfere.

He turned to Megatron as he spoke, and glanced at Obsidian, who was on the ground, unmoving, his arms slumped downwards and his head facing upwards in a posture of defeat, not replying to Megatron at all.

Sixshot frowned as he approached the smaller, older Decepticon, and knelt down to one knee to inspect him. Sixshot’s first instinct was that someone had gotten a lucky shot and killed Obsidian, but a quick touch of Obsidian’s shoulder showed that he was still warm, that there was still the hum of living machinery working beneath the exostructure.

But he was not responding, merely looking balefully into the distance.

Sixshot frowned, and waved his hand in front of Obsidian’s face, and the Air Commander did not respond. He turned to Megatron and said, “Sir, I think… Air Commander Obsidian is… broken?”
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The young Autobot clutched his neck, finding that the bleeding and the pain had mostly stopped. He tried to speak, but could not – a quick systems check shows that he had, somehow, survived the fusion blast which tore through his neck and parts of his upper chest when he attempted to push Sentinel Prime out of the way.

Pain still shot through his neck – the glancing blow from the fusion blast might have cauterized the wound, but it still hurt like hell. He felt his one of his door wings and a good chunk of his shoulder missing.

And now Sentinel Prime’s dead, so he accomplished exactly nothing. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He tried to groan in pain, tried to say something as the massive, terrifying sixchanger walked past him. The message from Optimus Prime reached him, but he couldn’t reply. Couldn’t report in. He could’ve provided a status update, as the last Autobot alive on the battlefield (though the Decepticons didn’t notice him or didn’t care). But he couldn’t.

Bumblebee didn’t know a lot about Cybertronian technobiology, but he knew enough to know that his vocalizer has been completely vaporized by the attack. It was something irreplaceable, something that you can’t just craft out of a material synthesizer. It’s like a transformation cog, or a spark chamber, or a fuel pump – it was something that was intrinsic to their original form when they were protoformed. It cannot be replaced.

His voice was gone.

Just like his city.

Bumblebee slumped. What does it mater? He wasn't even supposed to be with the Elite Guard. He just happened to ride the same ship with them. He failed. The only thing he could've done, and he failed. And soon? Soon he's going to die.
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Grimlock tried – and failed – to get up from the rubble, feeling nothing but pain and the sting of defeat. First Megatron, now this Sixshot. He looked up at the burning sky, pain shooting across his entire body. He listened helplessly at the announcement of Sentinel Prime’s death, and closed his optics.

What was he to do now? The Autobots are gone. He tried to fight for the side he felt was right, and they were gone. Totally gone.

But Optimus Prime’s deep voice rattled through the commlinks. We will recover, it said. We will overcome, it said.

Such optimism.

Grimlock hated optimism.

Grimlock hated weakness more.

He balled his fists and slammed them against the ground as he forced his creaking and groaning systems to move, and let loose a massive bellow. The Decepticon head honchos – Megatron and Sixshot and Obsidian and Lugnut – were all up above, but a group of stray Vehicons had gathered around him. Grimlock roared as he pulled his energo sword, which blazed to life, and did a wide slash which cleanly tore through the surprised Vehicons in half. The others raised their weapons, but Grimlock lashed out, brutally clamping his free hand over one’s head and crushing the life out of it, before throwing the limp body at his comrades.

No, Grimlock decided. He might not be able to be good enough to fight the ones above… but these troops, he can take care of.

Oh he can take them out all right.

He welcomed the rage. The anger. The bloodlust. He had been uncertain against Sixshot, against Lugnut… but now? Now he had nothing to lose. Now was the time to accept the beast within. No more restraint. No more thinking.

“ME!” He roared, for the first time in a long time comfortable with his impended speech circuitry as he charged headlong to another group of Decepticons, ignoring all the pain, ignoring the shots pinging off his armour, ignoring the slugs embedding themselves in his armour.

No. Prowl was wrong. Obsidian was wrong.

He didn’t need to control the beast within.

He needed to embrace it.

“ME GRIMLOCK!”
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Skies

Skywarp zipped through the air as the Dark Energon crystals tore through Iacon’s buildings, barely teleporting out of the building he was recently in. Ultra Magnus had buggered off somewhere muttering about the city center and Primes, whereas Thundercracker’s gone off on his own.

He whooped around and did a little loop as he surveyed the destruction, laughing manically. “Hell yeah! Take that, Autobots!” He calmed down, and frowned. “Hey, boss Starscream? Where do we go from here?”

Warcry
2014-08-28, 05:25 PM
Red Alert replied to Prowl's call curtly. "Not exactly. Roadbuster has damaged some equipment and Volks is attacking the software side of the problem, but Soundwave himself is still at large."
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Approaching City Center

"I don't wanna get shot by my own side, big red!" Ramjet barked at Ironhide. He ducked out of cover long enough to fire a cluster bomb at the Autobot, taking several hits from the riot cannon in the process (which really didn't do anything to improve his mood). Then he returned to cover, falling more than anything else, moaning due to the internal pain that the hits had caused.
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City Center

Megatron heard what Sixshot had to say, then turned his attention to the catatonic Obsidian. The other Decepticon looked undamaged, which meant...what? Age-related spark collapse? Not likely. A mental breakdown? Unheard of in one of Obsidian's stature. But if not that, then what?

"Collect him and return him to the Nemesis," he told the sixchanger. "Perhaps our new doctor can make something of it. The rest of you, move out! Air troops should return to the flagship directly. Ground troops should report to their muster points and return by ground bridge!"

Then he opened a comm channel. "Starscream, this is Megatron. Air Commander Obsidian is incapacitated. According to Shockwave, you appear to have performed...adequately since joining us. I'm putting you in command of our air units. See to the evacuation of all forces still in the city. Megatron out."

By the time he finished speaking, ground Vehicons were already marching through ground bridges, disappearing through the blue-green rifts in space and time. Megatron began to move towards one himself, but not before -- on a whim -- he grabbed the broken, ruined Sentinel and dragged him along as a trophy.
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Lugnut glanced at Quickswitch and noted that the Autobot seemed to be in some amount of distress. In the arena, he would have taken the opportunity to grapple his foe, twisting his body painfully until the other fighter inevitably submitted to Lugnut's greater power. But this was war, not gladiatorial combat, and Megatron had spoken. Walking away from a fight that he hadn't yet won irked the big Decepticon, but he knew he had to do what he was told.

"Another time, Autobot," he said, his tone of voice betraying some respect, as he returned to bomber mode and flew up into the sky.
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Nemesis

Shockwave glanced up at one of the bridge's holo-displays, which showed a large Autobot (or very irregularly-shaped shuttle) swooping down and spraying flame onto the hull of the Decepticons' flagship. Generally that would be a non-issue, the ship's defensive shields more than up to the task of deflecting such a paltry attack. But those shields had been pounded for the last few hours by Autobot capital ships and clawed at by the atmosphere of the world whose sky they were perched in. With the defences stretched so thin the attack would rapidly erode the warship's hull integrity, until a breach exposed a section of the interior to space.

That was unacceptable, of course.

The Decepticon commander surveyed his options. The ship's heavy cannons were too bulky and awkward to target such a small enemy, and the Autobot -- who was almost certainly Sky Lynx, based on his size, shape and obvious skill -- had easily avoided the ship's smaller point-defence guns. Attempting to engage him at such close range would be more likely to further damage the ship than the Autobot.

That wasn't to say, however, that there weren't other ways to remove him as a threat.

"Weapons," Shockwave said calmly, "target a nearby civilian vessel that is still in Cybertron's gravity well. Disable their engines. Do not destroy them."
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As he attacked, Sky Lynx may have noticed one of the warship's fusion cannon turrets swing upwards, its aim refocusing from the planet's surface to a large, slow-moving passenger liner that was desperately trying to clear out of Iacon's airspace. Even if he didn't, though, he surely couldn't help but notice the column of purple death that shot out from the weapon's barrel and spearing the liner's engines with great precision.

The engines died and the civilian ship began to helplessly fall back down towards the surface.
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Now back aboard the starship, Predacon watched with amusement as a gang of Vehicons struggled to carry the large crate aboard through the ground bridge that Shockwave had grudgingly deployed for him. Others carried smaller boxes and bags that he'd deemed worthy of stealing, forming a steady stream of stolen scientific goods that would be installed in one of the warship's own cargo holds. There was a lot to go through, but Predacon was sure that he and his cohorts would get through it all. Eventually. After all, it's not like there was any time pressure on anything...
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Skies

Starscream felt compelled to return to robot mode and smirk when Megatron called him.

I knew that old fossil couldn't get the job done!

"Alright, listen up," he crowed. "This is Air Commander Starscream! You heard Megatron. Get back to the ship! If you're pinned down, make a call to Skywarp and he can teleport you out of danger."

Speaking over their private frequency, he addressed the other Seeker contemptuously. "You can handle that, can't you?"

Heinrad
2014-08-29, 12:08 AM
War Academy:


WHRUNCH!!!!!!!

As Optimus' new shoulder extentions ripped through part of another doorframe- or was it part of his backpack that did it?- , he got the vague impression that he really needed to be careful with this new body. His sense of self had just been radically altered, after all.

Much like the doorframes he'd carroomed through so far.

And, he was beginning to suspect, the Decepticon who'd been raiding the Academy was gone.

Then Prowl's voice came over the commlink. "The first thing I need is a status update. I know things are bad, but I need a better idea."

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Approaching City Center:


Ironhide staggered back as the cluster bomb exploded against his chest, the detonations causing the H.U.D. display to shudder and jump. "Well, don't let me get in th' middle'a yer li'l argument. You guys jus' keep shootin' at each other, an' Ah'll jus' keep goin' t'where Ah was already headed."

Blackjack
2014-08-29, 05:14 AM
On Top of Terabolt

"Acknowledged." Prowl replied to Red Alert. "Do what you can do and... and get back, I guess."

He paused. Communications are back. Reports are filtering in to him.

"Communications seems to be brought online again, though we're still working on getting back status reports from everyone." Prowl told Optimus Prime, his voice turning emotionless as he delivered the news. "Soundwave is still at large, and the Decepticons have bombed Dark Energon throughout the city. Evacuation by the underground seems to be impossible, and Iacon's terrain is too unstable for us to stay. There's not much left -- all our walls have been destroyed, as are most of our troops. I'm afraid other than our surviving soldiers we don't have many resources left here. Our chain of command is effectively severed. We're still trying to reach every surviving officer and soldier out there."

"But, sir, I'm getting reports that the Decepticons are leaving by some kind of teleportation device. Either they are content after killing Sentinel and the city, but I highly doubt it -- I'm afraid they're planning to take it a step further. Like restricted weapons or nuclears."
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City Center

Sixshot nodded at Megatron, and he frowned at the prone form of Obsidian, considering how to properly 'collect' the older Decepticon, before scooping him up in a rough approximation of a cradle. A ground bridge portal ripped apart the air next to him.

"Hammer, are your team unharmed?" Sixshot sent a short call out, before stepping through the ground portal and materializing in the hangar bay of the Nemesis, looking around as other Decepticons started to march back into the ship.

"Is there a medic in this ship?" Sixshot called out.
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Medbay, Nemesis

Scorponok watched as he could see the air Decepticons flying up into the Decepticon warships, and he shrugged. Victory, he supposed.

Opening a comm channel to Predacon, he said, "Predacon, it's me. Find anything fun in your Iacon vacation?"
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Skies

"I can." Skywarp replied. "That I can do."

Aero Blade
2014-08-30, 12:41 AM
Approaching City Center

"Sorry buddy! Guess I'm focusing too much on the Auto-ack!"

Dirge would have to swirve and spin abruptly out of the way of Ironhide's return fire, many of the shots riddling his paint job, before swooping off a short distance before coming back around, firing more shots (though these ones not towards Ramjet).

"Blasted rust bucket, your city is dying! Time for you to join it!"



War Academy

Yoketron would be following shortly behind Optimus, keeping an active watch on the area. Changed as he was, he was still new to the power of the matrix, and would take some time before he fully adapted to his new abilities - Yoketron needed moreso now than anything else to protect the new Prime while he got a handle on things.

"If the enemy we were pursuing has any sort of intelligence, he has most likely fled the area. Attempting to find him now would be futile at best."


Approaching War Academy

"There was many a day that I made him question that belief, till I finally decided he was alright to be around," Terabolt would muse briefly to Prowl, a glimmer of humor that passed all too quickly.

"Academy ahead, and a distinct lack of troops..." Terabolt would slow down, no longer at a fast stride but moving smoothly at a light jog, so that Prowl wouldn't have to hold onto her to keep onboard. "Better get that gun ready."



Medbay, Nemesis

"All quite facinating," Knock Out would answer genuinely to Scorponok. "Perhaps I might be able to offer some medical insight into your group's ventures, should it be necessary. Though it will have to wait until the skirmishes are done, or at least a break in the action. There is sure to be more wounded coming in here anytime now, that will have to be taken care of first," Knock Out commented. "But I should be able to get your frame finished first before any other distractions, at least to the point where a CR chamber can handle the minor stuff."

Knock Out paused briefly in speaking to finish a particular bit of soddering. "There, that's all the limbs reattached and functional. Still plenty to go, though."

Warcry
2014-08-30, 04:57 AM
Approaching City Center

Ramjet scowled as Ironhide took his bomb head on and didn't seem to show any damage.

"Hey! I'm the only one 'round here who's s'posed ta be able to do that, you copycat!"

Starscream flew overhead, then, and surveyed the scene with contempt. "Fools! Quit wasting time with this battered wreck of an Autobot! Lord Megatron has ordered a retreat, and I, Air Commander Starscream, am here to enforce his word."

"Would you get a load of this guy," Ramjet 'whispered' to Dirge on a private channel. "What a goof!"
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East Iacon

Hammer responded to Sixshot, happy to hear his fellow soldier's voice. "More or less," he said. "Chopsaw and Scythe will need medical attention, and Ironside managed to get his leg blown off, but everyone else came through alright."

"Hey!" Iron Claw shouted, scowling at his commander as well as he could with half a face and most of his torso missing. "What about me?"

"Everyone I care about came through alright. Anyway, we'll be up on the ship in a few minutes."
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Nemesis

Predacon responded to Scorponok with vague disinterest. "Oh, you didn't die? That's nifty. Me, I robbed their military labs. Ground bridged all their forbidden research up to the ship. I'm dragging it over to a storeroom now."

He either didn't here or totally ignored the grumbling from the Vehicons that were actually doing all the work.

"Oh, and Tarannie got knocked out like a half-energized Minibot, so someone will probably be dragging his sorry butt up to the medbay soon."

Blackjack
2014-08-31, 12:05 PM
War Academy

“Hmm.” Prowl nodded at Terabolt’s comment regarding Yoketron. “I probably made him question that belief as well.”

In ways less playful than yours, Prowl added silently in his head.

He hopped down from Terabolt as they arrived the War Academy, one hand holding the prone Windcharger and the other pulling out the acid pellet gun – which contained only half the charges it had. There’s always Windcharger’s sidearm if it’s absolutely necessary, though. “I highly doubt the enemy had left any forces behind, considering the reports all over Iaocn saying they’re pulling out – which worries me a lot.”

Prowl tried his best to ignore just how trashed the Academy is. Entire buildings have been levelled, and a massive spire of Dark Energon has torn through what used to be the main building, but the distinct signs of scorch marks everywhere show that there has been a firefight, as well as bombings…

Prowl shook his head. This was, at least, partially his fault.
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Medbay, Nemesis

“Perhaps. My test subjects tend to die when I’m not paying that much attention to their vitals and everything.” Scorponok told Knock Out with a shrug. “Though, yes, I believe it will have to wait. Take care of your other patients, doctor – I believe this has rendered my frame operational enough for the time being.”

Scorponok tapped a particular part, and, satisfied that the wounds to his smaller body had solidified enough, leapt into the air and transformed, slotting in neatly into the hollow helmet on top of his Megazarak transector. The eyes on his larger head flared to life, and he smiled. It was good to be back in this larger body again – his original body made him feel exposed.

He replied to Predacon, “Of course I didn’t die. What kind of amateur did you take me for? I’m not like that idiot Tarantulas.” He paused, and smiled. “That’s wonderful – I can’t wait to see what you’ll cook up from whatever the Iaconians have cooked up. I doubt they’ll have anything particularly good compared to what we do, but sometimes they do stuff worth copying.”
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Nemesis

Sixshot frowned, trying to figure out if having one’s leg blown off would be fatal, but he decided Hammer’s tone didn’t really imply much worry. “Excellent. That is a favourable outcome.” Sixshot rumbled as he made his way towards the medbay. The other Decepticons noticeably shirked away from him, not even questioning the way he was draped the smaller, limp Obsidian over his shoulder like a toy.

The Vehicons did not, though – a good majority of them saluted Sixshot or gave him adoring nods as he passed, and he returned those gestures. He supposed the fight against those Vehicon-bullying Decepticons have spread through the troops – either by Hammer’s help or otherwise.

That felt…

Good?

Yes, good.

He lightly moved a finger over the few cuts he obtained from his battle with Grimlock and Quickswitch, and nodded. There were people out there strong enough to challenge him. Likewise, that was good. That gives him… purpose.

Sixshot entered the medbay, slightly taken aback by Creator Scorponok standing there, but gave him a quick salute before placing Obsidian on a free gurney.

“You are the medic, are you not?” Sixshot rumbled as he addressed Knock Out. “May I request that after you are done with Creator Scorponok, you try and find out what is wrong with Air Commander Obsidian? He seemed to have suddenly shut down in the battlefield, but without displaying any symptoms of death or stasis lock.”

Aero Blade
2014-09-01, 12:43 AM
Approaching City Center

"Tell me about it, who'd put a flat-top in charge?" Dirge answered back to Ramjet on the private com. "One good blow to his head and he'll be out for the count. Though that might be why he's got a higher rank, hide behind the guys with the proper cranial protection!"

Then aloud he'd say, "Yeah, whatever. This Autobot's a boring toy anyway."

And with that he'd come back around and gun his engines back for the ship.



Medbay, Nemesis

"You still have some major parts and repairs to get worked on, but I supose you're frame's enough out of critical for a CR chamber to handle some of the other things," Knock Out would tell Scorponok.

He would walk away, over towards the CR chambers that he had checked out earlier as part of his inital inspection of the medbay, coming to stop by one of the larger ones. Not only was it large enough to accomidate someone of Scorponok's size, but it was one of the more comfortable, higher-end models (because you wanted the big guys to be comfortable, or they might take it out on you later...)

"Might I recomend this model here. Large viewing panel, full two-way communications to the room and the general com frequencies, among other luxuries. Only fitting for a senator in need of some relaxing frame therapy."

He wouldn't linger long at the CR chamber, headed now over to the new arrivals, giving Obsidion a brief visual inspection while Sixshot told him the meager details. "Uncommon, but not known. Could be any number of things that could cause that. Have to check him out and see if we can narrow things down," Knock Out answered, motioning to an exam table with scanning equipment.



War Academy

"I was talking about our own."

Terabolt had slowed to a walk with Prowl having dismounted, so that he could keep Windcharger stable from his new position. She was still leading them towards the Academy's medbay, but her head was actively looking from side to side, as though expecting a threat.

All around them there was the destruction from the war and the damage from the Dark Energon that the cons were scattering everywhere, but there was one thing missing: bodies.

Yes, there were pieces of damaged bots scattered here and there, but no essentially whole corpses to be found, something one would expect from a battle ground. As Prowl had commented earlier, Dark Energon seemed to have been used to reanimate the corpses they had fought earlier, and now the War Academy was littered with it...

Warcry
2014-09-02, 07:41 PM
Approaching City Center

"Heh, heh. Yeah." Ramjet chuckled. He'd never thought of that particular divide between himself and the other Seekers, but now that Dirge mentioned it, the Coneheads were obviously superior in every way.

Starscream didn't like their casual attitude and the obvious lack of respect that their body language showed, but by the time he'd thought up a sufficiently self-aggrandizing method of scolding them the duo were already on their way back to the ship.

Next time...
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Nemesis

"Oh, I don't know," Predacon told Scorponok. "They have good ideas. They just don't get to act on them because of their silly ethics laws. Or at least they didn't. I'll bet you ten shanix that changes now that we've blown up the people who made those laws."

He watched the last of the Vehicons, these ones carting the biggest of the crates, disappear into the cargo hold.

"Anyway, do we have a proper doctor now? I could probably use a once-over myself. Today's action was bracing!"

Heinrad
2014-09-03, 12:35 AM
Ground based Decepticon Rally Point:


Destiny.

Such an ugly little word.

And it left a bad taste in the mouth, to boot.

Bludgeon sighed as he shuffled forward in line. He'd wound up stuck with a group of Vehicons that we're waiting their turn for beam up. And the arrogant oiks thought it hilarious that some half pint was in line with them.

But the bad part wasn't the short jokes. Given his height, he was used to them.

It was what he was headed for.

Part of him wanted to run, to find some way to stay behind, to go with the Autobots, anything-

It is your destiny, my son.

"I'm not your son, damnit!"

It is simply a phrase. But given our relationship, one with many different levels of meaning.

"This whole destiny thing of yours is a load of slag, Totsan, and you know it!"

You have already fulfilled the first part of it-

"Don't remind me."

And when you complete the second part, you will become the living embodiment of the Ultimate Warrior.

"Yeah. I had the same vision. Things hanging off of me, my face ripped away...... Thanks but no thanks."

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City Center:


Having watched the Seekers take off, Ironhide had wondered why they hadn't all just piled on him.

As he pulled into the City Center, he understood why. Delaying him wasn't worth it any more. He transformed, looking at the bodies scattered hither and thither, scowling.

They can't all be dead! Can they?

Then his sensors registered a faint reading, and he swung towards a yellow minibot.

He knelt down and gently picked Bumblebee up. "Hang in there, kid. Ah'll get'cha't th' docs, an' they'll patch ya rahght up." He transformed back to vehicle mode, leaving his cargo bay partially open so he could carry Bumblebee without compacting him, and took off back towards the War Academy, activating his commlink as he did so.

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War Academy:


"Prowl, I have a horrible feeling that you're right. Although Megatron may simply wish to strand us on a dying planet, leave us to our suffering, if he wipes us out completely he won't have to worry about us coming after him. For now, let's make the Academy the rally point. We have intact buildings and some supplies left here to work with." Optimus switched channels. "Ironhide?"

"Yeah, Or...... Optimus. Ah knew ya had it in ya."

"Thanks. We're you able to recover anything of Sentinel?"

"No. Ah think Megatron took whatever was left. Whut Ah DO have is a purty badly damaged scout. Ah'm hopin' we got some kahnda docs at th' Academy."

Optimus looked over at Yoketron. "Well? Do you have any medical know how?"

LQS
2014-09-03, 09:56 PM
Orbit

Sky Lynx witnessed the attack on the civilian vessel. He suppressed a gasp--he had seen similar tactics before--but nothing quite like this, with the planet in ruins.

"Civilian vessel, this is Sky Lynx!" he radioed, rapidly considering his options in this situation. They would perish without his aid.

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Iacon City Center

Quickswitch watched, disbelieving, as the dusty silhouette of his foe walked away. He tried transforming again, met only with a painful spasm.

He opened a short-range channel: "Any available Autobots...This is Quickswitch...I'm..." he paused, embarrassed, "I'm stuck mid-transformation and bleeding out energon..."

Heinrad
2014-09-04, 12:11 AM
City Center:


Ironhide slewed to a halt, trying to jostle Bumblebee as little as possible, switching channels. "Ah hear ya, Quickswitch. If ya c'n move a li'l an' hang on t'mah roof, Ah c'n take ya back t' th' Academy." He headed towards where he was detecting Quickswitch's signal.

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Destroyed Police Station:


"Did you hear that?"

Nightbeat looked up from the Cyclone Cannon he was examining. "Hear what?"

Hot Rod looked out the door to the Heavy Weapons Squad room. "I thought I heard something out there."

Nightbeat picked up the Cyclone Cannon, mounting it on his left arm. He tapped a couple of controls, and the Cannon retracted, folding up and sliding into his arm storage compartment. "Look, kid, don't take this the wrong way, but my hearing's so far above yours in sensitivity that-"

sssccrape.....shuffshuff.....

"That there's something out there?"

Nightbeat scowled, grabbing energy cells and subspacing them. "Just make sure you've got plenty of ammo for whatever you grabbed. We're going to have to leave this room and find a room with an outside, unreinforced wall."

LQS
2014-09-04, 02:30 AM
City Center

The six changer manouvered his powerful arms and pulled his bulk upwards, half between hydrofoil and robot mode. He felt ridiculous. Ridiculous and rapidly weakening. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Gotcha," he radioed back to Ironhide and waited for his arrival.

Heinrad
2014-09-04, 11:59 PM
City Center:

Ironhide rolled to a stop next to Quickswitch. "Climb on an' hold on!"

***************
Destroyed Police Station:


Nightbeat moved slowly down the corridor, and truth be told, he was getting very worried. He was hearing more movement now, that weird, shuffling sound, maybe the odd, slight moan. He didn't know what was going on, but he really didn't want to find out.

He came to a corner and flattened against the wall, motioning for Hot Rod to do the same.

"I think there's somebody out there", he hissed at the younger Autobot. "Stay here and cover me."

Hot Rod nodded, lifting the rocket launcher he's picked up.

Wondering if this truly was a bad idea, Nightbeat went around the corner, his plasma blaster aimed at the back of a mech that was just standing there. "Uhmn....... Excuse me?"

The mech, who was standing there slumped, straightened a little, and started to turn.

Nightbeat's optics widened behind his visor as he tallied up the damage that this mech had taken: Spark core destroyed, half of face blown off, and just general terminal damage. The one remaining optic burned with a glowing purple light, and fluids dripped from the mouth. Or at least what remained of the mouth.

As he was turning to tell Hot Rod to go back, Hot Rod ran past him, grabbing his arm, and yelling back over his shoulder as he partially dragged Nightbeat down the corridor. "There's more of them. LOTS more."

And with that, they started running.

LQS
2014-09-05, 12:30 AM
City Center

Quick Switch hauled his misshapen bulk onto Ironhide's roof. He clutched at the older Autobot and hoped silently another cog spasm didn't overtake him as they made their way back to the Academy.

Blackjack
2014-09-07, 04:46 PM
Skies

Skywarp zipped through the air, having teleported down to rescue several Vehicons pinned under rubble or the likes, though not without making fun of them first. This was fun – he finally felt important, felt useful… Starscream was a bit of an arrogant piece of scrap, but Skywarp could at least deal with honest arrogance and anger like that. It’s nothing like how the Autobots had treated him.

They treated him like a thing. An object to be studied. Starscream treated him like an underling, but an underling was still people. And Lugnut? Well Lugnut was just grumpy all the time.

Yes, Skywarp thought to himself. The Decepticons were full of jerks, but at least it’s home.
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Medbay, Nemesis

Scorponok nodded at Knock Out as his own scanners delivered readouts to the orange visor in front of his optics, which had been replaced with a spare one. “Yes, I do believe this is satisfactory work – and in such a short time span too! Amazing work, doctor.”

Scorponok walked up to the large CR chamber and nodded. “This is large enough, and will do.” It will certainly be comfortable, from the looks of it – ideal for him to relax and catch up with everything that’s going on. “Thank you, doctor.” He said, inspecting the CR chamber as Knock Out headed off to talk to Sixshot… and Obsidian?

Scorponok gave a nod at Sixshot, who gave him a quick salute, before entering the CR chamber and allowing it to close up on him. Scorponok felt the cool, soothing fluid fill the chamber and seep into his joints and wounds, as the chamber’s mechanisms started to solder the cracks and replace temporary solvents with more permanent ones.

As news continued to flash down his orange visor, he replied to Predacon. “I won’t take that bet, because I’m pretty sure that we killed everyone in Iacon. Though I’m willing to bet that, based on your chipper tone, that you’ve found the ones they did behind everyone’s backs that bypass those ethics laws.” Scorponok chuckled. “And, yes, there is a proper doctor. He could be a potential member of Team Science… certainly isn’t lacking in the medical department and he didn’t flinch when I talked about what we do. Just home in to… whichever medbay this one is. I’m sure you can get a lock on Sixshot’s signal.”
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After saluting Scorponok, Sixshot nodded at Knock Out as he moved Obsidian to a scanning table and placed him down there.

Odd.

He turned to Scorponok’s CR chamber. A brief thought flashed across Sixshot’s mind. A brief thought of how easy it would be for someone – someone such as him – to transform into a gun and blast Scorponok into oblivion.

Sixshot looked at Obsidian.

So fragile.

He could snap him like a twig.

Could crush his head between his fingers.

He turned back to Scorponok, inside the CR chamber, seemingly humming a tune. He seemed all right. But then, Sixshot was no healer. “Medic Knock Out, is… Creator Scorponok… unharmed?” Sixshot asked.
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War Academy

“Damn.” Prowl said, as he realized the lack of bodies. A hint of movement caught Prowl’s eyes as a couple of the Dark Energon zombies – or were they Autobots? – shambled out of a nearby structure, possibly attracted by the noise they made when they arrived.

Prowl aimed at the head of leading one. With his scope, Prowl quickly confirmed that the Autobot – former Autobot – had a hole through his chest. Fumarole, one of the new cadets Sentinel trained not three days ago. Prowl vetoed him into the War Academy. He remembered facts about the young cadet. Raised in Kalis, worked as a security guard, fought against the Harvester gang once, can play several musical instruments, liable to violence, prefers wind-based technology.

Facts. None of which mattered at the moment. Fumarole was dead. Any facts about him in Prowl’s mind were redundant.

He needed to be analytical. He needed to be Prowl the Strategist, not Prowl the Person. He needed to. Prowl shot a single acid bullet that started to eat through the head. But Fumarole’s body continued to shamble onwards, though noticeably slower.

“Any idea how to permanently stop them?” Prowl asked Terabolt. “I don’t-”

A massive, distinctive sound of a mortar shell being launched filled the air, and Frostwind’s body disappeared as an explosion tore the ground apart. Several zombies behind them were then torn apart by mortars as well.

Prowl whirled around, weapon at the ready, and lowered it, nodding with approval as his vision laid on the medical compound. It was in ruins like everything else, but it was mostly intact. And on the roof were several members wearing the distinct black and yellow bands of the Artillery Squad. A small armed group, led by Ratchet, went out to greet them. Ratchet himself was toting his laser scalpel and cryogenic sprayer like a pair of dangerous weapons.

The medic gave out an exasperated sigh. “Thank goodness some of you made it out alive. What’s going on? Communications were out and we had no chance if we didn’t barricade ourselves in the medbay. And these… these dark things started tearing through the ground and the next thing we know, we’re fighting the living dead.”

“Ratchet.” Prowl said, allowing himself a soft smile. The medic walked up to them and knelt down next to Windcharger and started examining him. “It is good to see you are functional.”

“Talk later, we need to regroup. I do hope you’ve cooked up some kind of plan to get out of this mess, because all this? It’s starting to freak me out.” Ratchet replied as he loaded Windcharger to an Autobot that transformed into a transport truck. Several more zombies continued to crawl towards them, and as much as the artillery team could fire, they can’t get all of them fast enough.

“I don’t.” Prowl replied, the admission hurting him more than the fact. Ratchet looked crestfallen, but continued to work nonetheless as he inspected Prowl’s injuries. “But I’m on line with the Prime. We are to make this the rallying point.” Prowl then took this moment to reply to Optimus Prime. “Apologies, sir. I was dealing with a… problem. I am at the Academy, and it appears that we are overrun with reanimated corpses. I’ve run into a group of survivors. We will try to clean it up before you arrive. I believe we can do so in time.”

He switched channels. “Grimlock, if you’re alive, we need your help.”

He turned to look up at Terabolt. “Do you require medical aid, or can you assist us with… purging our fallen comrades?”
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City Center

Ironhide!

He was…. He was saved. He wasn’t dead! Bumblebee tried to speak, but couldn’t. All he could manage was a series of scratchy, noisy bleeps as Ironhide picked him up. All he could manage was to weakly raise his arm meekly.

I failed. Sorry.

He would have liked to say those words, but he couldn’t. He resigned to slumping against Ironhide’s cargo bay as he moved. At least he was alive. That had to count for something, doesn’t it?

Heinrad
2014-09-07, 11:48 PM
City Center:


Ironhide shifted back into gear, starting to roll forward again, heading for the City Center exit as fast as his overburdened transmission and suspension would carry him. He was starting to get odd readings on his sensors.

Movement where there shouldn't be movement.

And as the first zombie creaked unsteadily to it's feet, Ironhide shunted more power to his drive systems. "Hope ya got some active weapons, Quickswitch. Ah got a feelin' we're gonna need 'em."

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Destroyed Police Station:

Nightbeat and Hot Rod ran down one corridor, hooked around a turn, and stopped dead.

The main receiving room - generally full of desks, active duty officers, lots of comm units being answered - looked like zombie central, with one corner of the room taken up by a pillar of Dark Energon. Which was probably why all the officers and civilians who had swarmed to this place for safety when the world started to end, and were gunned down when the Decepticons rolled through the area, were all standing, some shuffling around in little circles. Some moaning quietly.

Hot Rod's optics went wide. No way out. Zombies behind them, lots more zombies in front of them. "Any ideas?"

Nightbeat cringed at the volume of the question, which was whispered, but given the volume the zombies were making, might as well have been a shout.

Fortunately, no purple, vacant, hungry stares turned their way.

Nightbeat lifted his left forearm, deploying the Cyclone Cannon. The Cannon enveloped his forearm, the quad barrels glowing slightly. He tapped a few controls on the side of the Cannon, and swiped his finger from left to right on the small display screen. A warning message popped up on Nightbeat's H.U.D., which he dismissed without reading. "Front wall over there. Blow through the zombies and wall with one shot, then drive like hell."

"Should work."

"I may have to jump on you. The feedback might fry some of my systems." With that, Nightbeat dropped to one knee, aimed at the far wall that was the closest to their position, and pulled the trigger.

The Cyclone Cannon started to hum, plasma lancing from the barrels, flaring a hot white/orange as the beams started to twine around each other, whirling faster and faster, sucking the zombies in the beam's path into a whirling, cyclonic torrent of raw power, blowing through the far wall, the 600 m.p.h. winds sweeping a swath of destruction through the room, blowing the far wall out.

The Cannon's display flared, components inside it flaring to nova brightness as they burned out, the Cannon's roar falling silent.

"Wow....."

Nightbeat scowled as he smacked the Cyclone Cannon a couple of times, finally firing the neural triggers to drop the weapon from his arm. Subspacing it, he transformed, relieved that the damaged seemed limited to his left arm being a bit numb. "Be impressed later! Burn rubber NOW!"

Hot Rod transformed as well, and both of them roared out of the destroyed station, heading away as fast as they could.

***************
War Academy:

Optimus chuckled ruefully into his commlink. "I'm already here, Prowl, just in a different part of the campus. I'll be with you shortly." He then switched to wide frequency. "Attention all surviving Autobots. This is Optimus Prime. Fall back to the War Academy. We will regroup there."

Warcry
2014-09-09, 05:52 PM
Nemesis

"Oh, don't be so dramatic!" Predacon told Scorponok. "I'm sure Megatron left some of them alive so that they could spread the word of his dramatic conquest!"

He followed the transmission to the medical bay, then walked in and was almost overwhelmed with disappointment by all the broken, nearly-dead Vehicons he saw scattered about. They were his creations, after all. And while he didn't care about them as people, they were still important reminders of his superior intellect. The fact that so many of them were wounded was a blow to his pride, and he vowed to find a way to make the next batch better.

Maybe some sort of advanced self-repair capabilities? he mused. It's always been rumoured that the earliest Transformers could do that...

He swiftly located the doctor by looking for the one giving the orders (something aided by the fact that he was the only medical personnel in the room who wasn't one of Predacon's own creations), then made his way toward Knock Out and said, "You must be the good doctor! One of my rotors is damaged, my armour has been compromised and I think I left a wing back down on the surface. I'll need you to take a look."

He gestured around the room, which was full of damaged Vehicons. "After you've tended to any of my children that are in critical condition, of course."
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Space

"Sky Lynx, this is the civilian freighter Wanderer," the captain of the damaged transport responded, fear evident in his voice. "Our engines are crippled and we're not going to be able to make it out of Cybertron's atmosphere. Please help us!"

LQS
2014-09-09, 09:07 PM
Orbit

Sky Lynx radioed back, "Don't worry, I'll be there immediately!" He kept it short as he zeroed in on the falling ship. He moved gracefully despite how urgent the situation was. The dracogryphon swung under the shuttle and felt the weight as he allowed it to settle on his back.

"Brace yourselves, Wanderer!"

Sky Lynx buoyed the smaller shuttle and felt Cybertron's gravity well tug at him. He was confident he could survive a plunge to Cybertron's surface, but not the Wanderer or her crew. He moved upward and pushed the ship as hard as he could until he felt the weightlessness of space.

"Sit tight! Can you repair your engines?" Sky Lynx asked, "I'll distract the Decepticons."

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Quick Switch projected his arms forward and materialized his blasters from subspace. He watched as the dead...moved...advanced? How?

He fired on one and watched as it exploded into arms, legs, a fried torso.

"Woah... At least my blasters are functional," he told Ironhide.

He kept an eye out for anymore zombies and a flash of bluish-white laser light took out first one, then another, then another.

Aero Blade
2014-09-10, 02:21 PM
War Academy

"Field medicine is part of our basic training, but I have little more on me than a patch kid," Yoketron informed the bot that was now Optimus Prime. "We'd do best to rally everyone to the medbay and garner what supplies we can there."


Medbay, Nemesis

"Doctor," Knock Out corrected briefly to Sixshot, before immediately resuming to talk. "And he's fine, in-tacted. Got tore up pretty well by some Autobots and a Temple Knight, I believe he said, but he's still in working order. He'll just need to have his exterior worked on once the CR cycle is done."

And then even more mechs started pouring in. It was certainly starting to pick up pace now! Knock Out hooked Obsidion up to a medical feed line to give him any necessary energon and fluids, then left the computer to continue it's deep-system scans of the unconcious bot. He had a couple of moments to shout a few orders to the vehicons assisting him before another large mech came up to him. He almost jumped, thinking at first it was Megatron due to their similar builds, but after a moment to look he realized that this was a different mech all together.

"Ah yes, pleasure to meet you. Dr. Knock Out at your service," He spoke, making sure he wasn't speaking too hastily with the increasing activity in the medbay. He took a cursory look over Predacon, checking the foremeantioned areas and inspecting for any other further injuries. "And your name would be...?"


War Academy

"Knights only found two working solutions to these things - dice 'em up in pieces too small to operate on their own, or wait for the dark energon to run dry. And that stuff is as potent as regular raw energon..."

It was somewhat a bit of twisted irony - consuming raw energon caused death, while consuming dark energon would bring something back to life, in a sick, twisted manner. Terabolt didn't muse on the juxtapostion of the energy types for long, as a mortar flew just over their head and smashed the incoming undead.

"See, they have it figured out already," She told Prowl, turning around and headed back towards the approaching allies.

When Prowl relieved Terabolt of her load so that Ratchet could inspect Windcharger, Terabolt changed back into her robot mode, readying her swords and slicing up one of the undead that managed to get past the mortar fire.

"Scorponok cut me a nice deep groove in my armor, but I'm in just fine. Put priority on the ones leaking fluids, I'll keep the shamblers at bay," Terabolt told Prowl and Ratchet without looking back at them.