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Post by Dashside on Jul 21, 2017 17:08:00 GMT
((Reboot Recent Lore: transformersgalaxyrp.freeforums.net/thread/2192/reboot-recent-lore?page=1&scrollTo=53497))Cybertron's Orbit The planet of Cybertron is a story of wreckage - a destroyed planet. And what is held within it's orbit tells much the same story. Bodies and shattered metal is strewn about the place, ruined and wrecked ships and stations a commonality among the vast spaces - one of which was created after the destruction and landfall of Trypticon station. Luna 2, one of Cybertron's moons, hangs amongst the scrap, looming solitarily following the disappearance of Luna 1 back in Ancient days. Luna 2 once served as a hotspot for Cybertronian sparks, with various moonbases dotted across it's landscape, though each is long abandoned. The only machinery that works is the scanning and tracking technology, and a few of the defenses.
Outside of Cybertron's OrbitA thunderous crackle roared through space, followed by another. Two large, crimson rifts tore though the empty blackness of space, swirling furiously as they spewed their energies out from within - in addition to their cargo. Out of the first portal, a large, golden gleaming capital ship soared, it's series of numerous thrusters propelling it towards the planet below. But it wasn't long before that ship was followed by another, emerging from the other portal. By contrast, this ship was dark, twisted, it's hull jagged and spiky whereas the other had been smooth. Within almost no time at all, both ships were running parallel to one another, the Regenesis and the Victory.
The pair of behemoths flew towards Cybertron almost undisturbed by their counterparts - but only for a matter of seconds. In an instant, their point-to-point cannons let loose on one another, firing a series of blasts through the vacuum of space and into the hulls of the other ship. But these shots weren't alone in their traversal of the void, as tow cables from both ships latched firmly into their target's carapaces, locking the cruisers together. Both of the bridges came alight with alarms and hull breach warnings, as their decks were penetrated by the cables - and the squads of troopers contained within spewed out into hallways, their weapons drawn and loaded, firing upon the respective response teams of the ships they had just boarded.
Aerial assault teams were quickly scraped together, soaring through their launch bays to begin their bombing runs on the opposing flagship and small fighter skirmishes, whilst Ground-based teams scrambled to respond to being boarded, moving to quickly repel the invaders. The point-to-point defense cannons didn't let up either, firing off barrages between the cruisers intent to damage the hull or destroy pesky bombers. Explosions rippled across hulls as boarding pods joined the tow cables in tearing into hallways and strategic locations, allowing even more troops to be deployed - all while more ships soon joined the fight, emerging from their own spacebridges, though every ship had one goal. Return home.
The Autobots and Decepticons had returned to Cybertron, and the war that had once ruined the planet had come right along with them.
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Post by Dashside on Jul 21, 2017 17:32:41 GMT
Footsteps echoed down the hallway of one of the Regenesis' upper decks, though it was drowned out by the sounds of shells being launched away from and into the ship itself. A feminine figure, clad in yellow and black led a small group of red-plated autotroopers as they charged down the hallway, ignoring the shaking of the ship's interior as it was pummelled by cannon fire. But the group couldn't ignore it for long, as one stray cannon blast tore through part of the hull, the impact instantly destroying two of the troopers. In seconds, the atmosphere began to vent, drawing out even more of the troops into the vaccuum of space, where they weren't even left to drift - Decepticon fighters picked them off almost instantly.
Though the femme didn't suffer this fate, as she quickly drew the large greatsword from her back and planted it firmly in the ground, holding on as tight as she could. The pull of the void gripped the autobot harshly, but she didn't give in, holding out just long enough that the shutters managed to shut off of the breach. Falling to the floor, the femme gathered her bearings, looking at what remained of her group. Few of the Autotrooeprs had survived thus far, with about only five still standing. "Everyone all right?" She called out - her voice bearing a small hint of an Australian accent as she pulled herself to her feet. The yellow-and-black femme offered her hand to one of the troopers, assisting him into a standing position. Each trooper nodded, their injuries were only minimal, and didn't impede them too greatly. "We're all okay Dashside, ready to move on." The response granted them a curt nod in reply, as Dashside opted to keep her greatsword in her hand, rather than on her back.
The squad began to move again, arriving at a barricaded door without hitting any further obstacles. Gathering her soldiers, the femme kept her greatsword in hand, as her pairblade detached from her back and began to hover in front of her, acting like a floating shield. With another nod, she signalled that she was ready to move forward, getting a similar silent response from the Autotroopers. Dashside's free hand darted towards the door release, and she charged out of the hallway and onto the upper deck. This deck, on the outside of the ship, possessed an artificial atmosphere, allowing sound to travel. Within seconds, the sound of bullets pinging off of her makeshift shield alerted Dashside to the enemy troopers ahead of her, and she quickly moved into action.
Dashside threw herself into a sprint, using her pairblade to shield herself from the majority of incoming fire. Moments later, she was upon the first Vehicon, and cleaved through him with her greatsword, downing him in short order before moving onto his comrades. Her pairblade whirled from it's static position in front of her, seemingly coming to life with a mind of it's own as it singled out other vehicons and began to slash at them with the same lethality Dashside was dispensing with the blade in her hand, dispatching a series of vehicons much like how she was. Having taken minimal damage, the squad of vehicons was soon dead. "Push forward!" Dashside commanded, looking to her own squad. They had assisted her in the firefight, and had taken no casualties due to the Vehicon's focus on the femme. Moving out from cover, the Autotroopers, lead by Dashside, made a charged to repel yet more invaders, brought by the tow cables and boarding pods.
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Post by Starscream on Jul 21, 2017 18:31:55 GMT
The Victory jolted violently to the cannon fire, retaliating back with equal or even greater firepower in a desperate attempt to rid themselves of the Autobots, Vehicons rushed to their stations whilst others prepared for the oncoming boarding parties. As the chaos surrounded the former Air Commander seemed to ignore the current conflict, instead he looked to his home planet in awe, Cybertron, it looked so beautiful he could not remember the last time he saw his home at peace and not in the thick of war. Only after an explosion blasted him away to the ground that Starscream returned to reality, slowly rising back to his feet, dawning his more classical attire. His chest returned to his old Blood Red coat, his limbs covered in a blue coat whilst his shoulders were clad as battle armour bearing a variety of grey tinges. His physique seemed much more bulkier with much more square edges in comparison to the sleek design he usually values. Turning his attention to the Autobot Scrap parallel to the Victory his face turned to a scowl lightly growling "That fool Livewire has left us completely exposed! And yet they still chose him over me!"
Throughout all the thousands of Solar cycles Starscream had served as Megatron's Second in command, it was utterly baffled that he was not favoured to rule the Decepticons, it was the most logical choice! All his years of service under the Decepticons were for nothing, but not today, today he would show why Starscream is the true heir to the throne! He activates his comm link to all Decepticon fighters, all whilst rushing to the nearest hanger Decepticons, this is Starscream! I shall lead the assault on the Autobots ship, all fighters follow me!".
Transforming into his Cybertronian jet he bursts from the hanger into the open space with such speed launching his missiles to create an opening in the Regenesis. Hwowever he was cut off by the defence turrets, "I have no time for this!"he roars as he nimbly avoids the barrage of fire before launching two of his missiles directly into the cluster of small turrets, temporarily disabling them before diving down towards the small opening on the enemy cruiser if the Decepticons cannot see Starscream to rule then he shall show his men that he has the power to kill a Prime itself. Once he creates a big enough dent he transforms back into his robot mode, bursting into the Regenesis, crashing into the hallways "Cower Autbots! Your end comes at the hands of Starscream!"
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Post by Thundercracker on Jul 21, 2017 18:34:20 GMT
Thundercracker stood at the flight Deck of the Victory with a group of Seekers. He looked out to the Regenesis. Thundercracker turned himself to the seekers. "Get ready for battle my seekers." He paused for minute pulling out his Datapad then pressing some buttons. "Alright. I want the engines taken out then we blow a hole in the hull of the Regenesis and board. Starscream won't be here to lead you." The Seeker Second in command said. "Transform and attack!" Yelled Thundercracker before transforming into his jet mode then zooming towards the engines followed by the seekers. Heavy fire from Regenesis anti-air lasers almost ate up the seeker force. Thundercracker fired a missile the broke into many little missiles at the side of ship tearing a large hole in the hull. The Anti-air was moderate now. The Seekers began engaging flying autotroopers. Thundercracker fired his blasters at them taking some out. "Keep moving to the Engines!"
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Post by Shadowstrike on Jul 21, 2017 18:59:44 GMT
[OOC: Let's slow down the destruction a little we don't want this fight ending too quickly. If possible try to limit environmental damage to non-critical systems. I'd request Thundercracker that you remove your attack on the engines or at least give people time to prevent you.]
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jul 22, 2017 0:14:09 GMT
The battle broke out with Vatimus in a engineering deck of the Regenesis. It wasn't seeing much action and he needed to get back to the bridge. His current position wasn't even remotely close to where he wanted to be. He couldn't even see out at his home yet. That's what he got for inspecting the engineering deck... Oh well, time to get to work! With each stomp, he slowly made his way out of the engineering deck. It was a long elevator ride up with little trouble. With that, he entered the observation area and took his first sight of Cybertron in eons. It was a Scrapty as he left it, but it was home and they could fix it up once the war was done. He turned from the planet and began marching to the Bridge. A few holes have been blown into the ship, nothing they can't fix in time... He turned two two soldiers and waved them over, "You two! Follow me! We're off to the bridge."The two soldiers saluted and went to either side of him, covering his rear as they went along. They were at an exterior hallway that had already had a massive hole in it and a... Taunting Decepticon? Whatever, Vatimus marched on by, not even acknowledging the Decepticon's existence, not even bothering to get a good look at him. He just walks on by and shouts, "GET THIS SCRAP OUTTA MY WAY!!!" He then swings his massive right arm, right at Starscream, intending to slap the poor 'Con outta the ship on his way to the bridge. (( Starscream ))
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Post by Starscream on Jul 22, 2017 0:35:51 GMT
Starscream could see the oncoming Autobot along with his two insignificant guards beside him, he smirks rising his neutron blasters at them intending to destroy them then and there."Prepare to die by the hands of Star-" "GET THIS SCRAP OUTTA MY WAY!!!"
Without a second to react, the Decepticon Air commander was struck with a backhand with such force that he was sent hurdling out of the Autobot ship spinning into the vast void of space, a very quiet yell could be heard coming from Starscream "CURSE YOU AUTOBOT!!!"Before it trailed off, the air Commander with it.
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Post by NotSwindle on Jul 22, 2017 4:54:07 GMT
Swindle stood at the flight deck of the Victory, his arms crossed, face expressionless. "Huh." He watched the Seekers fly towards the opposing ship, tearing through enemy forces. "I wonder if I should do something to help out." He placed a finger on his chin, his eyes narrowing. He thought of the possible outcomes - most of which included death by gunshot. Another outcome was unimaginable loot. Guns, dismembered limbs to collect and sell, and more. His eyes grew wider as the thought of credits crossed his mind. He grinned, taking the hand off his chin. He immediately resorted to using his new Controlled Warp ability that he had created, despite the risks. "Alright!" He yelled to himself, crouching down. He grabbed a hold of a handle attached to his chest grill and yanked it outwards. His grill opened as if it was a drawer, and he dug a servo inside a pile of gadgets and parts. He caught hold of the device he was looking for and yanked it out. He shut the grill closed and glanced at the controller he was holding. He set the estimated co-ordinates into the device and dramatically raised his arm in the air. "And a-one, and a-two, and away we go-!" He brought a finger down on the button of the device and let the rest take care of itself. In moments, Swindle watched as he glowed in a purple hue. He grew disorientated as his vision became blurry. "Maybe I should have-" Swindle mumbled. "Tested this thing before..."
There was a bright flash, and for a moment, Swindle thought he was one with the Matrix. But instead, he found himself sitting in the middle of a hallway. He rubbed the top of his head as he groaned. "That didn't feel good." He stood from the ground, aiming a large arm-mounted cannon at the end of the hallway. Nothing. The hallway had an outwards facing window. He glanced out and saw the Victory blasting down incoming Autobots. He grinned. "Well, what do you know?" Swindle put his hands on his hips triumphantly. "I'm on the Autobot ship!" Swindle looked down the hallway and found a Vehicon and an Autobot Trooper's corpse laying down on the ground. "Hmm." He walked over, crouching down as he reached both bodies. He looked at the Autobot's lifeless husk and saw a scatter blaster in it's hand. "I'll take that, thank you." Swindle laid both hands on the blaster and yanked it free. He opened up his chest grill and shoved the blaster inside. Swindle smiled as he made his way down the hallway, wiping his hands clean.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jul 22, 2017 10:08:45 GMT
This was it. This was the moment which meant victory or defeat. They all knew it, even though many pretended that everything was fine. It really wasn't fine, no matter how you looked at it. After all these years, they could finally return home, theur only problem was called Victory. The blasted cons had also returned, but who was surprised about that? Regenesis could probably take it out, but was the cost worth it? That was the big question. The autobots couldn't afford to lose more ground than they already had. Desperate times called for drastic measures. ::Autobots, this might be our final moment. There is no use in denying it. At least the cons think so, I do not. I know we can beat them, because together we are strong. We've not come this far just to fail. No, we will succeed and we WILL reclaim Cybertron as ours! All weapons, target Victory. Focus on the spot right below the wing. If we destabilize the ship, we will gain an advantage. Strike team Beta, Secure the flight deck, make sure our ships can engage the enemy. Omega Squadron, take out those tow cables, We need them gone, ASAP. Delta, Gamma, 37th and Theta, you take the frontlines. Hold the decepticons at bay and keep them away from Regenesis, at all costs. Worm, Ready your men, you're boarding Victory along with Strag and Wix's troops. The rest, keep fighting. You know what to do. All units, may Primus be with us, Til All Are One!:: Skyspray Prime wasn't much for dramatic speeches, but this time was the exception. He had a plan, not the best, but it was an okay plan. From his secure position on the bridge he had an excellent view of the battle raging outside, flashes of lights illuminating the dark space. In front of them was Cybertron, their home, and to their right was the decepticon warship. The large mech pondered what he'd do now when he heard a spine chilling sound on his personal comm. A sound he hadn't heard since he was a young mech. Fate finally caught up to him. The two giants and the sniper had been easy to dispose of, his father wasn't dead yet, sadly, but this one, he wouldn't go down easily. He had to act, and act quickly. Tarn was nearby. Most people would run away when that happened, but not Sky. He instead smiled before flipping down his battlemask and exited the bridge. It was time to make up with his past. His weapons were all charging up now, he eanted to be ready once the hell broke loose. On his way from the bridge, he could see the big silhouette of Vating, smacking a con out through a hole in the ship. Good, he had to speak with him either way. It was no point in pretending he was going to come back. Vating, there you are. I need to speak with you. This is goodbye, my friend. I have to go out there and keep our troops safe, and deal with the biggest, ugliest demon out there I don't plan on coming living out of that battle, but if you all make it, it's worth it. I want you to make sure they're safe, Dashside, Diamond and of course little Aquahaze. Promise you'll make sure that they will make it. I leave the rest up to you now, it's your duty now, Vatimus Prime. He smiled slightly behind his mask as he continued down the hallways. If he made the right choice, he didn't know. If he made a good choice, he didn't know that either. He just hoped it wouldn't go too badly too quickly. He took a left and then a right, navigating the enormous ship with ease. It was his schematics it was built after, he knew it like the back of his palm. It didn't take long before he met up with a few autotroopers which made him company. Together they began running through the corridors, eventually running into a pack of vehicons, literally. Sky bashed them using the momentum to slam one face first into a wall while shooting another one with his arm mounted tank cannon, making the poor con lose his spark in a single hit. The autotroopers made quick work of the rest of the cons, only losing one of their own. Once the little skirmish was done, they kept their voyage through the ship. Hearing a slight scraping against metal, Sky turned left into another hallway, seeing a small con take a weapon from a dead autobot. Tsk, no respect for the dead. The con began walking away from him and hadn't spotted him yet, too bad for him. Sky charged after him, and while not being too fast, his size made him close the gap somewhat fast. You are a dead mech.Sky said calmly as he fired his two larger tank cannons in front of Swindle to prevent his escape that way. High explosive shells created a big boom, and some fire. If he managed to catch up to Swindle, the large mech would tackle the cin to the ground, putting a knee on his back/chest (depending on which way he hit the floor) and leaned in close to the con. Where. Is. Tarn?-- The autotroopers had all followed Skyspray's previous orders and were in full action. The Omega Squadron was already on its way out, they were the fliers which specialised in demolitions work. The group swiftly made it out from tgeir launching pad and sped away to the cables, using their high powered rockets to blast apart the cables closest to the front of the ship. Soon they got reinforcements in the form of heavier bomber ships, a sign that Strike team Beta had succeeded in their mission. Worm's troops had all boarded the boarding pods, vessels which sole purpose was to penetrate the enemy hull and open a way in for the troops inside the pods. A total of 20 pods were sent out from Regenesis, aiming towards the bases of two of the tow cables. Two of the pods were shot down before they reached the target, but the rest of them hit and penetrated, letting the autobots inside. There was now an autobot strike team inside Victory, blasting away at the cons closest to them and working on disabling the towing cables there. They were 54 right now. The three others squads which had gotten direct orders were now being dispatched. One of the groups took to the skies to defend the engines, engaging Thundercracker's forces and him directly. The other two reinforced the frontline of soldiers, providing much needed backup. One of the squad leaders approached Dashside and nodded at her. 37th Legion and Theta squad are here at your service, Ma'am. We were sent by Skyspray. Were do you need us? The cannons of Regenesis now had a direct target: Under the base of the lower wing. Previously the largest cannons hadn't been active, but now they spun into action. The four dual 40ft cannons locked onto their target and began firing concentrated salvos on it. The larger 100ft cannon was still charging up but once that was online, then the cons would likely have a problem. (( Vatimus Prime NotSwindle Thundercracker Dashside ))
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Post by Wallplug (Planetron) on Jul 22, 2017 13:36:24 GMT
As fighters skirmished in the space between the ships, one particular Vehicon seeker, was embroiled in a vicious battle with an Aerialbot. The Seeker, known to command as A-374, but was also referred to as "Planetron" by himself and his peers (the latter of which he had only two, his close friends Traintron and Traintrucktron.), chased the slippery Aerialbot, unleashing a barrage of missiles at his quarry. All but one missed the target, though it seemed the missile that had made contact was enough to destroy the Autobot's engines. The Aerialbot quickly shifted into robot mode, attempting to restart his flight tech, though it was to little avail. A-374 had been around for some time, but had never scored a hit like this before. Now was his chance to seize his first kill. Putting full power to his jets, Planetron rocketed forward, transforming into robot mode and extending his arm blade. From here, it was simple, his momentum and thrusters would carry him right up to the Autobot, where he would be able to stab through his spark. "Submit yourself to be the first kill at the hands of the glorious Planetron!" He exclaimed, so close to victory that his plan was foolproof - until it hit him. Well, until he hit him. Planetron screamed in pain as one of his thrusters and it's accompanying wing was torn loose from his body - by none other than a chance collision with Starscream. "Starscream! NO!"With only one jet, Planetron span out of control, hurtling straight towards the Regenesis. With yet another painful outcry, A-347 smashed through a wall, and into one of the Regenesis' many corridors. But that wasn't everything. His momentum carried him forward, and Planetron smashed through one of the doors, destroying it. Planetron, in a haze from the crash, didn't notice the hole in the wall that was oddly shaped like the treacherous air commander that had sent him on this fateful collision course, nor did he notice the other two holes in the wall - one from his entry and the other from where Starscream had blasted his way in. The corridor had already vented all of it's atmosphere, so there was nothing to suck Planetron out, but the door he had just destroyed opened the way to another corridor, that was still full of air. All of the oxygen was quickly sucked from the room, and Planetron with it. As he hurtled through the air, A-347 was lodged in the Starscream-shaped hole, too large to fit fully through it. Detecting a hull breach, the Regenesis' shutters quickly clamped over the various holes in the wall, though they could not full shut the breach with Planetron in it, though their attempt to do so sheared off his remaining wing and jet - his only means of escape. Two Autotroopers, on their way to their location, passed the newly added wall fixture, looking him over. Rather than kill him outright, they shot off his blaster arm, leaving Planetron to an indefinite fate - forever doomed to no longer be known as Planetron, but rather Wallplug instead. (( Starscream))
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Post by Highwire | Livewire on Jul 22, 2017 13:49:23 GMT
Home. After all these eons, they were finally home. Yet Livewire couldn't help but feel it was a bittersweet moment. Their home had been decimated by a war of their own creation. Countless lives, scattered to the unforgiving winds. Even now, the remains of their destruction lingered in Cybertron's orbit. Yes, it was a dark reminder of the disdain he felt for his species, but he hoped he could do their home justice today. He turned away from the large window he had been facing, servos behind his back. He stood upon the bridge of the Victory, as it was so aptly name. They would be victorious today, one way or another.
Of course, the moment was ruined by his newest pain in the neck. He couldn't help but roll his optics as Starscream gave a command he had no right to make. ::Decepticons, anyone who follows Starscream's order might as well join the Autobots now.:: He commed immediately after. Now that he was forcefully finished pondering the fate of Cybertron, he could get to work organising his troops. The Vehicons were ready to be deployed, and Thundercracker had already taken charge of the Seekers (though he didn't remember asking him to). ::Starscream, stop being a fool and make yourself useful.:: He hissed.
::Thundercracker, since you're there, lead an aerial attack on everyone boarding the Victory. I don't want a single tow cable remaining that isn't our's. Get rid of those pods.:: He ordered as he pulled up images of the Victory's hull on the main computer, squinting at the video feeds. It was pandemonium out there, and keeping track of who was boarding what was becoming increasingly difficult. ::Pulsewave, we need a medic on the ground. Take 42-EBJ and the Eta squad to the Victory's hallways. Retrieve our injured.::::Bluewing, take Twitch and Empress to take out those cannons. Either destroy them or disrupt their targetting systems. Take Sigma squad. They're equipped with explosives. Compass, Whiteflier, you two are together. Infiltrate the Regenesis's flight deck and stop those bombers before they depart. Take Lambda for stealth.::
::Harbinger, I want you to go to the Regensis' bridge with the armoured Zeta squad. Eliminate Skyspray, and anyone else unlucky enough to be there.:: He knew he wouldn't be strong enough to face off the behemoth that was Skyspray. But Harbinger had a good chance. And the Autobots would be helpless if their Prime was too busy dying to give out orders. Speaking of communications, he had an idea for that. ::Soundwave, take down their communications systems. Only our comm. links shall fill the air. Take the Iota squad.::With what he had to work with, he was satisfied with his current commands. He nodded to Shadow-Strike, who stood close to him on the bridge, and made his way to the hallway, equipping his plutonium blaster. It whirred to life as it began to glow, charging up a shot. The blaster flashed blue as a shot penetrated the frame of an Autotrooper, downing it immediately. Unless someone came to challenge him, he wouldn't be actively participating too much, save from protecting the bridge. A commander shouldn't be on the front lines, after all. ::Shadow-Strike, take strike team Epsilon to the Regenesis and push them back.:: Now the assassin could prove if he was worth the price.
(( Thundercracker, Pulsewave , Slapfoot , Bluewing , Empress , Compass , Whiteflier , Harbinger , Soundwave , Shadowstrike ))
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Post by NotSwindle on Jul 22, 2017 15:03:52 GMT
Swindle's eyes widened, shocked that he was taken by surprise. He fell back by the blast, landing on his back. He tried getting up, but was put down by the knee of Sky. the weight buckling down on his chest. His usual grin was replaced with horror. He began to shake at the arms, recognizing the Autobot. "Oh - slag." Swindle's teeth chattered as he attempted answering the Autobot's question. "Ta-arn? I-I don't know, buddy." Swindle tried making a smile, but managed to make him look more horrified. "I really don't know thse types of things-" Swindle tried breaking free, but it was apparent that the Autobot was much larger and stronger than Swindle. "I'm telling the truth, pal!" Swindle wheezed. He narrowed his optics, getting anxious. He glanced down to his wrist, staring a the device that could make him go completely invisible for a period of time. If Swindle got a chance to stagger Skyspray, he'd use it to cloak himself and get the scrap out of there. Swindle glanced back at Skyspray, making a nervous chuckle. "So uh, quite a pickle I'm in, huh?"
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Post by Sideswipe on Jul 22, 2017 15:40:23 GMT
A sharp, piercing whistle cut through the cocktail of gas in the engineering deck. With all of the autotroopers and issues with the breached hull, it was hard to tell who it came from, until it was possible to catch a glance of the reknowned speedster Sideswipe running alongside the new Prime. This time, I'm glad I get to be on the field of battle. Now, what say we go and earn ourselves some glory by shutting down a few cons? It looked as though Sideswipe had not heard what Skyspray said to Vating, and even if he did, there's no guarantee he'd care.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jul 22, 2017 16:46:31 GMT
Vatimus had stopped just as soon as Skyspray finished making his final speech to the ship. He stood at a position of attention, listening to his promotion without showing any emotion, "Yes sir, thank you sir for the opportunity! I'll lead our forces to victory and triumph over the Decepticons here!" Now wasn't the time to get all excited, he can send everyone down the the in-ship bar and have all energon drinks on him later. Now was the time to lead a battle to victory against the Victory. Kinda an ironic name, seeing as they're in a stalemate right now... Vatimus gave Skyspray one last salute before he left the bridge to go on his suicide mission. He then saw Sideswipe approach, he wasn't gonna say he didn't like the kid. He certainly had spirit, he had a job for the speedster specifically anyways, "Sideswipe, nice to see you too! Got a task for you. I need you to get aboard the top of the Regenesis and take down any boarders you can reach as they come aboard the ship. If you wanna, take control of a turret and start firing at them as they approach." With that order, turned to his command console and pulled up a holographic display of the battlefield. The battle was definitely still at a stalemate, with Autobot and Decepticon boarders all over the place. He needed something to take the advantage... Then he realized something, both warships have maneuvering thrusters, if they took out the port maneuvering thrusters, then they won't have any way of countering the Regenesis' movements if they decide to stay attached... That furthered his little idea and with that, he pressed down on the global comms, the ones every bot would have active at the moment if they weren't stupid, and spoke in a strong and determined voice, :All Autobots, this is your new Prime speaking. I want every flier focusing their attention on protecting our Tow Cables. Any and all available snipers and infantry need to protect our Maneuvering thrusters, those two components are the key to victory.:He then needed an Autobot who could effectively board the Victory and sabotage their portside maneuvering thrusters specifically. His mind raced to Dashside to do that deed, specifically because of her easy getaway. Now she needed an escort... That one came down to Shadowzone. He was a fantastic flier and could easily cover the mech while he was in the air... Vatimus pressed down on the comms one more time, this time to a direct connection to Dashside and Shadowzone, :Dashside, Shadowzone. Report to the bridge immediately. I have a special task for the both of you.:( Dashside ShadowZone Sideswipe )
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Post by Dashside on Jul 22, 2017 17:06:42 GMT
Dashside was already in the midst of slaughtering yet another Vehicon squad, though this one was just fresh out of their boarding pod. Her blades made short work of the group, as Dashside's autotroopers gave her covering fire. Cleaving through yet another vehicon as the squad of Autotroopers sent by Skyspray came into back her up. "37th Legion and Theta squad?" She asked, getting a quick nod off of the one who had addressed her. "I need you to keep repelling boarders, Theta, I know you have good snipers so I'll need you to dispatch Vehicons as they land." The femme commanded, hearing a comm come through. It was Vating - or rather, Vatimus. For a moment, Dashside felt fear; if Vating was the new Prime, what had become of Skyspray? Pushing her worries to the side, the femme eyed another boarding pod as it slammed into the hull. Skyspray could handle himself, she had to deal with this here and now. Theta Squad's snipers had already set up, and began picking off the Vehicons disembarking from their pords. Dashside quickly moved into position, using her thruster pack to charge forward, cleaving through the Decepticons the moment she was upon them. Gunfire and screams echoed about her, as the sounds of her swords slashing through the hapless vehicons was drowned out by yet another comm cutting through the battle. It was Vatimus, with a special task. "::I'll be right there sir!::" Finishing off the last Vehicon as her floating pairblade tore through his neck, Dashside opened a connection to Teletraan 1. "I need the fastest way to the bridge."The shipboard AI responded immediately, marking the distance of the bridge on her HUD. The femme concluded that she could very simply run her way there, through the corridors, but she had a better plan, a faster one. "I have to leave, cover my retreat!" She exclaimed, receiving a nod from each Autotrooper as they began tearing into yet another Vehicon squad. Almost an instant after, Dashside threw herself into a sprint that was assisted by her thruster pack. It appeared that the yellow femme was about to throw herself at a wall, but a controlled burst from her thrusters launched her into the air, where she transformed into her motorcycle form as her holomatter driver flashed into existence. She fell upon the ship's exterior, now driving along the hull as fast as she could. Dashside drove near to the cannons, using them as cover but also allowing herself to be safe in the knowledge they would repel most attackers - and they did. Now the femme was coming upon the bridge, and she interfaced with Teletraan 1 once more. "Teletraan, open the nearest hatch!" Once again the AI complied, opening a hatch that lead into a decompression chamber. Transforming once more, Dashside shifted back to her regular size, diving down the hatch as it shut behind her. The chamber opened, re-introducing the atmosphere, as she now charged down the hallway, leading to the bridge. Rapidly tapping at the keypad, the bridge door opened as she strode through. "You wanted to see me, Vatimus Prime?"(( Vatimus Prime ShadowZone ))
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Post by Empress on Jul 22, 2017 17:33:34 GMT
Two figures sat in one of the Victory's many repair rooms. Twitch had been working on upgrading the neural implant he had installed in Empress. On occasion he would look up and out one of the room's many windows, stealing glimpses of the approaching Cybertron. During the trip out he marveled over the idea of finally returning home. Twitch had considered possible career ventures such as opening an obedience center or exterminator company. It was his initial viewing of his home world that jarred his plans for the future. Cybertron appeared to be an utter mess of a planet. This thought irked him and as a result he became a bit spastic. Twitch's jitters caused him to accidentally press a button on the device which he was using. This miss-click sent a surge of energy into Empress' implant. "Scrap." The mech leaned over to see if any serious damage occurred. The predacon slumped forwards onto its face plate. As was her custom, no noise was made. Twitch prodded the fallen beast with his foot. "C'mon runt, get up!"It was at this time that the two ships began their violent dance. The Victory was shaking under the attacks, and Twitch was sent off center due to having only one foot planted. As he collapsed on top of his pet, he received a comm from Livewire. "Ugh." Twitch's optics rolled behind his visor as he up-righted himself. Once stable, he whipped out his data pad and got Emp up and running as well. ::Copy that, LW.:: There was a hint of annoyance in his tone as he closed the access panel on the predacon's helm. "We're going for a walk." At the command, the seemingly dull predacon twitched into some form of lively hood. She followed after Twitch with crude movements and a near dead gaze. ::Bluewing, Emp and I are on our way to the main hangar. We'll meet you there, yeah?:: On their way to the grouping spot, the pair encountered a couple of autotroopers boarding the ship after turning a corner. A simple servo gesture loosed Empress on the shocked enemies. A couple rounds were fired during the encounter, denting the mute beast's armour. Unlike the predacon, her targets made noise. It did not take long to silence them. Empress waited on Twitch as he side stepped the troopers. Once he was ahead of her the pair continued, arriving at their destination without further encounters. Bluewing
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2017 17:51:13 GMT
((Scatterbeam, comms aren't down unless they're specifically targetted by a Con, please adjust your post.)) ((Sorry, I'll wait for Soundwave then)) Scatterbeam stood at her post, the battle taking place right outside right outside her door seemed a world a part. She stood looking at her terminal, all coms blue, all coms active. Once in a while she would check on each one, adjusting it and checking for static. There was a lot going on right now and it was not always easy to make sure every frequency was clear. She looked on toward Cybertron, toward home. What a desolate place it is. Sure it is physically restored, sort of, but what about that warm glow of electromagnetic waves that used to pour from it? What about the lively pulse of the sound of a thousands of sparks all speaking at once, filling the lifeless void of space with there message? Her nostalgic longings were broken by a jolt to the ship, causing the whole thing to toss and rumble. We'll bring it back to life, we just have to get there first.
A pair of Vechicons burst through the door. Instinctively she jumps behind the terminal. By the time the smoke clears she is hiding out of sight. Scatterbeam readies her Ion Rifle, prepared for a fight. But instead, they do nothing. She deploys her ante and detects they are just sending out a broadcast on there own coms to the Victory. It's encrypted, so she can't quite make out what is says. But then they turn around to leave. She peers up behind the terminal, bringing her rifle up with her. She thought about shooting them, but it is a cheap shot to shoot someone in the back, even if they are just Vechicons.
Another jolt shakes the ship, causing Scatterbeam to tumble out of there hiding place. The noise causes the pair to turn around, and immediately they ready fire. Well, she thinks to herself as she shoots the both of them down as their own blasts whizzed past her, at least it was a far fight...
With the door now open it was impossible to ignore the commotion outside. If she even got close to the doorway she could be blasted to bits by the crossfire. The only option was to stay cower at her post or fight. Scatterbeam was no coward. The 6-meter tall femme barrels into the hall, and takes cover behind a corner. On her end of the corridor were the Autotroopers, on the other hordes of Vechicons. She stands from behind the corner and takes them down one by one. One shot, one hit, two, three, four, four out of five? She was getting a bit rusty. Once the hall is clear the Autotroopers move on. Scatterbeam is about to return to her post when Dashside rushes past on her way to the Bridge. It's not entirely startling seeing how her terminal is the closest one to the Bridge, right off its main entrance hallway. But she is wondering why Dashside was needed on the bridge. Something must be happening, or about to happen. Despite her curiosity about why she might be on her way there, it was really none of her business.
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Post by ShadowZone on Jul 22, 2017 18:01:49 GMT
ShadowZone arrived at the bridge a short while after being summoned. He was armed, replenishing his ammunition supply the moment it was clear the engagement would begin again. His usual emotionless expression didn't really change much. He was perhaps startled as the call came from Vating and not from Skyspray, the Prime that he served up until that very moment. As a superior officer however Vating was still one he would answer the call of. His wings were held somewhat flatter at the back so that he could easily navigate through the narrower corridors and doors of their ship. "Reporting for duty." he said in his monotone voice. He had been covered in some energon across the arms and chassis. On his way to the bridge he had encountered a few vehicons. Their bodies were left scattered where they fell. His movement at the time had been smooth, calculated, and surprisingly fluid for someone who had fought within the confinements of the ship. He glanced around the room checking for more hostiles before turning to face the officer commanding. ( Vatimus Prime )
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Post by Sideswipe on Jul 22, 2017 19:07:25 GMT
Sideswipe nodded and left through the nearest hatch, tethering himself with his grapple. Drawing his subsonic repeater, the speedster's expression switched into a cocky grin. This would be fun.
An old cybertronian stepped from the hallway onto the bridge, an autotropper following. It was his translator. From a look at him, it was hard to tell where his beard stopped and his.armor began, yet one thing was clear. The mech was smart, and very wise. Everything about him had decayed, except his eyes. Despite his age, his vision was among the best of either faction, capable of seeing Lon distances, and coupled with his reaction time allowed him to skillfully analyze situations. Discs of various color and appearance hung at his sides, his metallic robe gently scraping the floor as he walked. He looked at a holographic representative of the battlefield, and carefully thought.
The seeker Skywarp flew alongside Thundercracker, the duo being among the closest of the Decepticons. They knew each other well, and were formidable in air combat if together. The autobots certainly were going to have trouble dealing with Thundercracker's incredible intelligence and Skywarp's fighting prowess.
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Post by Pulsewave on Jul 22, 2017 19:15:18 GMT
::Pulsewave, we need a medic on the ground. Take 42-EBJ and the Eta squad to the Victory's hallways. Retrieve our injured.::
The decepticon medic had been in one of the several repair rooms, along with Slapfoot. ::Aknowledged :: he answered their commanders comm. Message, taking his advanced medical kit and other advanced tools to work on the injured faster and patch them up. "Slapfoot, lets go. I'm going to need you to cover me and the injured while I do a quick patch up work on them before sending them back into the battle. Please" He asked his friend as they made his way towards said corridors on the lower decks, where the battle had started. He commed the Eta squad as well, as ordered by Livewire. Once there their task didn't take long to begin, there were already injured vehicons and soldiers in general. Pulsewave started patching up the first one he got to, once they had dragged him into a backup room where the medic would be positioned while team Eta and Slapfoot covered the door and brought in the ones in need for repairs. Slapfoot
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