[Original RPG] Redemption: The Hammer Falls (Cybertron orbit)

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Redemption: The Hammer Falls (Cybertron orbit)

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The battle for Cybertron has begun. Arriving in the shadow of Unicron's head, the Decepticon Warworld is preparing to disgorge the warships, transports and citybots that carry within them the combined might of the Autobot-Decepticon alliance. The Quintesson fleet, as yet unaware of the danger, is patrolling their territory as usual.
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Quintesson spiral ship Lex Causae

"Captain? Captain, we've detected an...odd sensor reading near Unicron's head."

"Hmmm?" Antares turned away from the report he was reading, waving a tentacle diffidently at his science officer. "What is it, Hypotheon?"

"I...have no idea, sir," the scientist admitted with disappointment evident in his voice; he never liked to admit ignorance. "It would appear as if the head has suddenly doubled in mass, but of course that's impossible."

"Then why are you wasting my time with it?" the Inquisitor captain asked bluntly.

"Well, sir," Hypotheon said with just a hint of impatience, "it seems something that should be investigated further."

Antares sighed. "Lieutenant, this ship is over two hundred years old. Half of her systems are held together by the collective hope of our engineering department. They have a running pool at fleet command headquarters over when she will simply disintegrate in the middle of a patrol. If what you are seeing is impossible, your equipment is likely to blame."

"Yes, sir," Hypotheon admitted. "But be that as it may, can I suggest we dispatch a probe to the area? Just to be sure." The science officer didn't mention the possibility of moving Lex Causae there; Antares would never agree to move his ship that close to an unknown threat. Many of the crew believed the captain cowardly, but Hypotheon knew the truth. Commanding a rustbucket like Lex Causae wasn't a task for the bold; only a captain who calculated every risk before taking action would be able to bring it home in one piece.

"Very well," Antares told him, turning away. "Send the probe. And do let me know if it finds anything interesting."

"Of course, sir," Hypotheon agreed as he launched the probe.
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Countdown Assembly Area.

Hatemonger waited long enough for everyone to arrive.

"All Transformers in the Vector Sigma battleforce the meeting will be starting in a few moments." He barked and waited for the last few straglers to stroll in.

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Omega Supreme bay:


Hot Rod: -looking around- "All right, everybody, get aboard. This is where the fun begins." -gets aboard Omega Supreme-

Omega Supreme: -begins the start-up cycle for his engines, the low rumble adding a slight vibration to his frame- "Weapons: Charged. Engines: Online. Omega: Ready."

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Metroplex, Bridge:


Grimlock: -stands- "You heard dumb 'Con, Metroplex. Bring engines online, power weapons batteries. It time to munch metal!" -hits general comm button- "All members of Tarn team. If not aboard now, not coming with us. Get tails in gear!"

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Bridge, Trypticon:


Trypticon muttered to himself, the sounds of dissatisfaction rumbling over the bridge speakers. No matter how arrogant Leozak and the others were, they would have at least left the bridge manned. It wasn't that they actually needed to be there, or needed to leave the bridge occupied. But it did get lonely.

Displays lit up on the helm and navigation consoles, as well as the astrogator set between them. The tactical ops station lit up with a silhouette of Trypticon's current mode, shield status indicators showing both forcefields and deflector shields on standby, ready for 100% usage, as well as a long list of all of the weapons systems, all of the infinite repeater batteries, ion cannons, and hellbores reading full power, all missile launchers and countermeasure systems at the ready. Deep in engineering, his reactor rumbling to full capacity, the power plants generating millions of gigajoules of energy to the massive citycon's systems.

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Trypticon, Corridor:


Prime: -over commlink- "We have the go signal, Shockwave. Assemble your team now."

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Trypticon, briefing room:


Thundercracker: -picking up a pointer and indicating a section of wall- "Unless they've done a total rebuild of the defensive grid, there's a power conduit running near the surface of the wall here. Jetwave's cannons should be able to breach the wall and destroy the conduit, knocking out the defensive systems facing our landing point. Sunstorm, I want you to hit this here-" -indicating an antenna array- "This antenna is for the tracking systems for the artillery defensive systems, so they don't pound us with shells on the way in. After that, we simply cause havoc. If the ground forces haven't breached the doors by the time we're done, Jetwave, I want you to hit the doors with everything you've got. Sunstorm and I will keep them off you back while you do." -sets the pointer down- "And if you're wondering what I'll be doing, I'll be showing any flyers they've got why I've got my name."
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Bridge Tyrant

Weirdwolf padded over to the main viewscreen


"like looks have time not to strengths find so assign you i will to secondary weapons console will i one controls the shields does."

He turned to the rest of the bridge crew and opened the intercom

"initiating engines start, weapons online bring , planet scan immediate threats for, engage measures defensive , go we into history ,and don't want we to be out done by autobots bunch of."


Aboard Sky lynx

Overdrive turned to Powerglide

"right then your with me our main missions are weapons supression and support for the main force. Crossblades is going in early to scope things out . So we can work from his intel."
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Thunderwing cocked his head at Admiral Astrotrains announcement, and smiled a little wistfully.
"Prime, obviously I can't be long now: I just wanted to say that... You can depend on me. And, I won't let you down."
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Sky lynx

After Powerglide got his orders he went t the back to restock on ammo.
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Trypticon briefing room:

Jetwave was flattered by Sunstorm's acknowledge of his firepower.

"Sure thing. Still, your laser fire and wave emissions surely have their uses too..."

(In fact, Jetwave felt himself handicapped a bit with his projectile-only weapons, slow to reload and to shoot, with limited projectile speed. Still, he wasn't about to give those up, for what he lacked in weapon's speed was compensated by firepower of said weapons.)

Cutting the diplomacy, he put his attention to Thundercracker's instructions.

Walls and doors. Must be easy - large, non-moving targets. Still, it can get messy if there'll be much more enemy fliers than us. Better be careful not to get in trouble, for it'd be stupid to expect support from Decepticons.

"Affirmative", - was all he responded.

* * *

Metroplex citybay:

The Technobots were too absorbed by watching the race to notice Grimlock's announce. In fact, Scattershot did registered it, but decided not to pay attention - his team was here, all gathered and ready... at least would be when the race would be over.

Meanwhile, Lightspeed (Technobot) had a tough time. Motorvator's maneuvre hadn't got him unprepared, but still his Nissan scraped the barrier and started to spin.

"Damn!!! Now he'd bought it!" - Afterburner exclaimed.

"I've found a pair of fine names here", - Nosecone, who took the book and started to study it, commented sarcastically.

"No! Look! He's gaining!" - Strafe said, looking as his comrade's car had straightened out and sped forward in hot pursuit.

But now, when Technobot's Nissan got behind, he was met with another challenge. Motorvator's Mini Cooper was intentionally blocking his way forward. Twice already Nissan's bumper pushed his rival's car from behind, but still to no awail.

Meanwhile, the second lap of the race was over - a half of the distance behind them. Still, it was too early to decide who'll be the winner, yet.

* * *

In the far corner of the citybay, the Insecticon trio - Bombshell, Kickback and Shrapnel - had heard the announcement too. But, unlike Decepticon and Autobot warriors around, they were far from happy by prospects of battle - so far that Kickback had to encourage his team:

"Calm down. There's a lot of big 'bots and 'cons around, so the enemy won't be too concentrated on us."

"We can't-can't be sure of that-that", - Shrapnel answered, still unconvinced.

* * *

Inside Sky Garry - Sky Lynx's bay:

Trapped inside the crazed CR chamber, Red Alert felt himself far from good. The device was sending massive waves of electromagnetic energy through his whole body, trying to repair his - reported as damaged - systems.

Red was unable to move a hand... even a finger. His optics, though blurred by interference, still was recognising Flattop's outline, emerging from his CR chamber which obviously worked properly. He had to signal, to get attention!.. But how?

Frustrated, Red tried to activate his commlink once again, and this time (oh wonder!) it worked! But, when he attempted to speak, reporting his situation, all he was able to manage was meaningless "beep". His voice systems were obviously overloaded by interference too...

Still, Red wasn't about to give up. Remembering his commlink was still on Ultra Magnus's frequency, he resolved to a lowest form of communication:

bip bip bip beeep beeep beeep bip bip bip... - the signal went.
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Scorponok: Bridge

The city commander felt the heavy vibrations of return to normal space, and when Astrotrain's call came through, he was ready to take the initiative. He communicated with the Warworld's automated systems to slowly open the gargantuan hangar door, and the huge ship's thrusters pushed it off the hangar floor and carefully out into empty space.

"Scorponok to Astrotrain. We are airborne and in position."

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Scorponok: Corridors

The drones escorting Nautilus paused for a moment while the ship shook, but their brakes kept them from sliding too far. In the moment, one took the time to send a message to Gigatron, who answered that he wanted to see the prisoner. The drones buzzed and began again prodding Nautilus toward the launch bay.

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Scorponok: Launch Bay

Gigatron grasped a handlebar running along the wall while his free hand pulled a sword from its holster over his shoulder.

"The time of our redemption is at hand! Brave yourselves, warriors - the ride will be turbulent!"

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Warworld: Bridge

The turbolift door whisked open one more time to produce Iguanus in his Pretender shell and pretending he hadn't been thoroughly shaken on the ride. For a moment he froze up, staring confoundedly at the image on the main screen. He said nothing, allowing a volunteer to explain the situation for him and certainly assign him to some task.

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Tyrant: Bridge

Spyglass appeared jogging through the bridge door and threw himself over the back of the gunnery chair. This was what he'd been waiting for.

"Weapons systems online," he reported.

"Communications online," Spectro followed.

"Sensors online," Viewfinder finished, having wandered to the appropriate station.
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Steelhaven, bridge

Runabout walked up to Backstreet and Fizzle as they were talking ''Fine all help you lame Outobots out,so stop all your worring about using drones.So were do want me.''
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Sunstorm bowed slightly to Jetwave, "Yes, most of my weapons are more suited to destroying infantry, save my missles." He turned back to Thundercracker, "Take out antenna array, cover Jetwave. Got it, sir."

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Deathsaurus found the correct battery pack, and plugged it into his rifle, grabbing a few more just in case, when the War World entered normal space, nearly throwing him to the floor, and oddly enough, he felt a little stronger.
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Bridge, Metroplex

Wing Saber looked about the bridge as Grimlock made the announcement. He seemed relatively neutral in his mood right now, but there was a slight frown on his face.

"I can't say that I am eager for the fighting to begin, but I am glad that this waiting is nearly over..."


Omega Supreme Bay

Dirge didn't spare Buzzsaw as he came over towards his direction, in fact readying himself to swat the bird if it tried to land on him.

"I wear it for the meaning behind it, not it's color," Dirge answered in an edge tone at Buzzsaw. "Save your small talk for someone who cares to hear it."

Aero Blade meanwhile was following Hot Rod onboard, uncomfortable with separating from Dirge, one of the few bots he wasn't aprehensive about, but also unsettled with their impending mission.

"I hope you know, I'm not exactly one for a fighting posstion.." Aero started to say to Hot Rod.


Bridge, Warworld

Soundwave seeming to have decided to ignore him, Tracer returned his attention to his own station, choosing to ignore the communication's officer as well. He still planned to stay alert for any signs of treachery, though, and intended to be ready to respond, not having forgot about the earlier incident on the Tyrant.
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Tyrant

Counterpunch was going to reply at Monzo's comment when the bridge speakers exploded with the general alarm.

" See! I told you! They have discovered you and they are coming for us! Run, run, run...!"

The double agent, conscient about the true nature of the call, nodded at Weirdwolf's orders and quietly occupied the secondary weapons station. He quickly tapped some buttons, running diagnostics and checking the weapons status.

" All systems clear and ready. Weapons charged and fully operational, captain " Counterpunch calmly informed .

" The fleshling... he knows. He knows everything! Kill him, kill him slagged Autobot... it's easy, just walk on him and then clean our feet! "

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Steelhaven

Backstreet jumped, startled by Runabout's apparition.

" Huh, eh... welcome aboard. Er... you can ocuppy the comm station I think, what do you say captain Fizzle? " said nerviously Backstreet, seated on the tactical sation. Afterall, a decepticon was on their bridge. " Thanks ", he added.

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Sky Garry

Ultra Magnus entered inside Sky Garry, wondering Red Alert's whereabouts.

" Red! Red! Where are you? " yelled the city commander. " Damn, not now! We have just emerged from the warp and... "

Suddenly Magnus remembered about his comlink, and discovered a low frequence beeping on his wrist.

" What the slag? " he said, understanding the message behind the primitive communication. Stridding, the City Commander quickly moved towards the Med Bay.
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Tyrant Bridge

Weirdwolf snicked his claws in and out

"wait while we have any you of game human heard called chess?"


Monzo lounged indolently

"yeah chum back home its all hover skimmers, ground cars are so Skrankavanian ."

Countdown

Chainclaw growled softly as he slipped out of his shell and took a seat in the briefing room.


He patted the shell

"soon , very soon boy."



Metroplex

Landfill prepared for battle , Landfill the jovial easygoing mech becoming Landfill the cold calculating sniper.

He polished a telescopic sight before slipping it onto Silencers back in weapon mode

Squinting an optic he peered down the twin barrels using the trio of Insecticons in the corner to zero in the range, tweaking the sight slightly. Pressing a stud on Silencer caused a spot of red light to appear on the bulkhead by the Insecticons.

Sky Lynx

Quickmix peered absent mindedly at Sandstorm

"ok for ammo for the um Sandblaster Sandstorm , am cooking up a new batch a little something i've been working on a few tweaks here and there you know a bit of tinkering.


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Ricochet peered at Skar

"Well monsieur Souri Volant what planet do you come from."
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Bridge, Warworld

Astrotrain clicked onto Scorponok's com channel and replied, "Acknowledged. Good luck."

Although an officer in his position would say such banalities with regularity, this time the admiral actually meant it. Although he didn't particularly like the titanic Headmaster, he appreciated his presence. Scorponok was intelligent, competent and reasonably loyal, all rare and highly valuable traits in the Decepticon army.

Speaking of which...

Rising from his seat, the admiral took a half-dozen steps toward Soundwave. "Tell me," he said, "do you have any of your ubiquitous pets on hand, or are they all out doing some mischief?"

"The only mischief they are committing is that ordered by Gigatron," Soundwave replied flatly. The communications officer roundly ignored the veiled insult to his cassetticon companions...or perhaps he just didn't care. Astrotrain didn't know which and wasn't particularly interested in finding out. "I am carrying Rumble and Frenzy at present."

"Deploy them," Astrotrain said curtly. "I'd prefer to have real Decepticons manning my bridge in a battle situation rather than drones."

"By your command," Soundwave replied in his usual monotone. "Rumble, Frenzy: eject. Operation: bridge crew." He tapped the switch on his left shoulder, allowing his cassette deck to pop open.

Astrotrain turned away, fixing Iguanus with a firm glare. "Do you have business here, or are you volunteering for bridge duty?"
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Omega Supreme Bay

Buzzsaw clicked his beak disdainfully, then began to slowly circle Dirge like a vulture would circle a particularly delicious-looking carcass before swooping in for a feast. He'd expected a reply much along those lines, but nevertheless such rudeness put his beak out of joint.

"I see the Autobots haven't seen fit to teach you proper manners yet," he said offhandedly. "No surprise there; we never had much luck at it."

Not waiting for a response, the cassetticon broke off and flew in the general direction of the rest of the air team.
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Command Deck, Fort Max

Chase watched the sensor boards with admiration. "If nothing else, the Decepticons know how to plot a hyperspace jump," he said. "A quarter of a percentage point of error in any direction would have either let the Quints detect us, or smashed us into the Head, but they nailed it dead-on."

"Then no one will be able to detect us?" Hubcap asked.

"Well...not exactly." Chase shrugged. "The Warworld's big. They could detect it visually if one of their ships got close enough. And even with the Head in the way, the jig will be up as soon as the 'Cons fire up that thing's main engines. Not a bad improvisation, though, I've got to say."

Crosshairs frowned; temporary ceasefire or not, he didn't like hearing one of his fellow Autobots praising the enemy so readily.
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Sky Lynx

"Nice" Sandstorm nodded with a smirk as he moved next to the chemist, pulling a spare sandblaster gun out of sub-space and holding it out to Quickmix "You wanna borrow this to help you finish cooking up the new ammo?"

* * * * *

Scorponok: Briefing Room

Spending the battle-plan debriefing sitting by the door, still in his wolf mode as if on guard duty, Sixshot watched the Decepticon leader leave, then he got to his feet, turned and followed Gigatron out of the room, towards the launching bay.

* * * * *

Countdown

Quickly striding to the assembly area, Devcon entered the room, glancing at Hatemonger with a neutral expression and opened his mouth as if to say something, then shook his head before falling silent and moved to take a seat, crossing his legs and folding his arms across his chest, waiting for the debriefing.

* * * * *

Omega Supreme Bay

Having spent the time making sure Bluestreak didn't bolt off the rocket, Astra glanced up as two more Autobots boarded Omega, then she smirked, feeling mischieviously bored.

The red and black femme idly wandered over to Hot Rod and Aero Blade, throwing her arm around Aero's shoulders in a friendly manner with a "Hiya, Aero, isn't it, how are you doing?"
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Trypticon bay:


With a roar of mighty engines, Trypticon moved out into space, his deflectors and forcefields covering him in multiple layers of defensive energy.

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Fort Max bridge:


Fortress: "I'm glad it's working. We're going to need every advantage we can get." -engines lighting up, flies out of the bay, forcefields coming online-

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Omega Supreme bay:
(OOC: If you're supposed to be there and aren't, we'll just assume you are.)

Omega: -closing his boarding hatch after everybody is aboard- "Seat Belt Sign: Lit. No: Smoking."

Hot Rod: -chuckles- "Finally got a sense of humor, huh, big guy?"

Omega: "Hot Rod: Bad Influence." -brings engines online, rockets out of the bay-

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Metroplex, bridge:


Grimlock: -looks over at Wing Saber- "Me suggest you start wanting to fight. Part of Cybertron we get, we be lucky to survive. Combiner Elimination Squad apparently designed to eliminate most of this battleforce. On up side, have to hope them bright enough to fight them."
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Omega Supreme

Dirge had finally grown irritated enough to swat at Buzzsaw, but by that time the bird was already flying off and Dirge consequently missed. It suited him just fine, though, as that meant perhaps it'd leave him alone now.

Dirge made his way over to the rest of the group, still having a bit of a foul mood from the incident, but trying to cool himself off


Having been ignored by Hot Rod, Aero Blade gave a bit of a sigh, wondering now if he'd been stuck under the command of one of those gun-ho over-zealous fighters. Not that he didn't see enough of that with the Wreckers, but them he was used to, Hot Rod he'd not seen before now, which made him uncomfortable.

The feeling only grew even more as Aero suddenly found someone else's arm around him.

"Uh...hi...." Aero started to say, his mind otherwise blank as he got a look at Astra. Did he know this person? Not that hew as able to remember at the moment, but she seemed pretty friendly for a stranger... Aero probably would've tried to walk away, but completely taken off-guard and out of his element, he found his feet planted to the floor.

Over on the shoulder opposite from Astra, Stratus looked at the arm that had been placed around Aero, eventually leading him to giving Astra a critical look, as though sizing her up as to her being a threat or not.
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(OOC: Guess I'll auto the squirt for now...)

Countdown: Cockpit

With the order given and everyone aboard, it was only a few moments for Countdown to bring his advanced shuttle's engines online and ready to fire. He tapped the intercom button on his console.

"Prepare for launch procedures on my mark. Four, three, two, one, mark!"

The rocket blasted off from the hangar floor instantly and with minimal disturbance of its passengers, and it moved out into space toward the other ships.

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Warworld Orbit

Scorponok could see from his bridge the other ships disgorging from the mammoth battlestation, and his own craft activated its thrusters to move into formation with the group. It seemed only Sky Lynx, Steelhaven, and the Tyrant were missing. In a few short moments, the war would begin...

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Tyrant: Bridge

Spyglass glanced at Counterpunch next to him with a smirk. He liked having this guy watching his back on weapons control - an urban sabotage expert, Counterpunch knew how to make a bang.

"Ready to kick some tailgate?" Spyglass asked a bit too ecstatically.

"I'm familiar with chess," Spectro offered Weirdwolf. "Humans like to equate it to war, don't they? Seems a little primitive for a war game..."

"Scanning two Quintesson starships in proximity of Cybertron orbit," Viewfinder reported. "Faint blips across the horizon. Don't think they've noticed us yet. The ship's ready for blastoff, captain."

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Warworld: Bridge

Iguanus hissed his laugh while moving closer toward the consoles.

"We're all Decccepticonss here," he answered Astrotrain. "We know volunteering iss never voluntary. Shock trooper Iguanusss reporting. Where do you need my ssskillss?"

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Quintesson spiral ship Testimony

Truthfully, it had been boring for some time working this gig. There was rarely any action - once and a while a smuggler would need to be apprehended or, better yet, shot down. But those instances were rare with the Quintessons' legend of brutality known throughout the galaxy, and there had otherwise been little to ruffle the ship's feathers since Cybertron was reclaimed.

So it was with arguably excessive excitement that the Executioner in the captain's chair received the news.

"Captain," one of his radar watchers reported. "I have a launch from the Lex Causae. Looks like a probe on course for Unicron's remains, sir. We're out of range to detect what they have."

Malix raised a brow at that. Most captains would punish the watcher for bringing up something so useless, but Malix had come to prestige by being observant and not letting opportunities slip by. Moreover, he couldn't have other captains knowing something he didn't. That's how you become obsolete.

"Give me a line to the ship," he barked. "Lex Causae, this is the Testimony. I read you have a probe launch. We'll need your information should there be a threat we'll need to repel."
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Tyrant Bridge

Weirdwolf grinned showing his fangs.

"about all its strategy , opponent outhinking , ahead moves staying. Using processor is al about .

He paused thinking

"bring online engines , once from Warworld away , orbit match with Unicron field debris , engines cut, running silent and Quints start targetting. Initial fight bigger prey bring will we hole in the ace will be yes. Free us it will leave to trrop carriers cover needed if, long range weapons can threats them to pick off yes. See you if can com traffic read Quint yes also."

He scanned his crew

"wait while we think i have we time for game a of chess yes."
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Bridge, Warworld

Astrotrain smiled frostily at Iguanus; something about the reptilian Pretender made his exostructure crawl. "Man weapons control station #2," he said flatly. "Assume control of the missile batteries."
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Bridge, Fort Max

Crosshairs' frown grew a bit deeper as he watched the starship's progress through the forward viewport. He felt like reminding Fortress that it hadn't worked yet, but decided it would be better not to. He didn't want to undermine the crew's morale, after all.

Chase watched his console attentively, despite the fact that everything he saw was being fed straight into the captain's brain module. "We've got two Quintesson spiral ships in the vicinity," he reported calmly. "No sign so far that they've detected us, but I'll keep watching them."

"Nothing on the Quintesson command and control frequencies," Hubcap reported smartly. "All I'm reading is routine chatter on low-priority channels. I think, anyway. I haven't been able to break all of their scrambler codes just yet."

Truth be told he hadn't broken any of them, but the rest of the crew didn't need to know that.
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Quintesson spiral ship Lex Causae

"Incoming communication from the Testimony, captain."

Antares frowned. "What does that backstabbing fool Malix want now?" he grumbled just loudly enough for his crew to hear. "Put it through." Flailing his tentacles with irritation, he listened to the transmission. "Nnnn."

Does the ambitious commoner know something that I don't? He wouldn't involve himself unless he had some reason to think he could gain prestige somehow. Antares didn't particularly care one way or the other, but if there was something dangerous in the offing it only made sense to have disposable backup around.

"Lieutenant Audos," he told his communications officer, "put me through to the Testimony." When the soldier indicated that he had done so, Antares assumed his most eager tone of voice (which, in actual fact, still sounded more than a little bored). "Captain Malix, we are investigating some strange activities emanating from the target region. We've launched the probe to confirm the questionable sensor readings we've received. If anything of consequence arises, I'll keep you up to date."

If anything of consequence arises, he amended silently, it only makes sense to make sure that Malix and his brood are first into the fray. No reason to put our tentacles on the line when we have intrepid young fools like him to do the dirty work.
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