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Post by Breech Loader on Apr 29, 2017 19:37:47 GMT
"Breech Loader. Merc. I do stuff for money."
She gave the mech a little smile that had nothing at all to do with humour; the smile of a person who has long ago stopped troubling themselves with the difference between something being right, wrong, funny, tragic, and utterly excruciating.
"Good, you can stand. Now, I bet you've got lots of questions, so it's fortunate that I know the answers to all of them. This is Earth. It's a small, young planet with a sentient carbon-based race which is less than 2 million years old. On the whole it's best to avoid attracting their attentions. You should find a native alt mode once we get out of this wasteland."
Influx opened his mouth, and she held up a finger, still talking.
"Autobots and Decepticons are fighting, like they do all over the galaxy. Plenty of work for the common opportunist. It's pretty even right now. And me, I'm here looking for work, and it went into that cave over there, all guns blazing," she pointed, "Questions answered?"
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Post by Astrinal on May 1, 2017 0:25:24 GMT
The sounds of combat was a form of music. Weaponry hitting one another, the tussling between foes. Even the grunting and agitation from the intake of others was harmonic. Judging the amount of noise emitted, it was safe to say that a large sum of fighting was going on. Despite the magnetic urge to fight, Astrinal was here for something else. She was here for the signal. Astrinal's keen instincts got the better of her. Was this signal worth reappearing after nearly a year? Was it worth exposing herself to the both factions she once fought for?
Astrinal extinguished the thought by rubbing the bud of her energon cigarette to the ground. Her mental struggles were pointless. She was here already, and there was no turning back. The last thing I want is to be a coward after all these months.. High above the cavern mouth, Astrinal laid on her stomach while peering through her sniper rifle. She'd been waiting for an opening of cover to enter the cave. She wanted to problems. However, due to her popularity among autobots and decepticons, going unnoticed was easier said then done.
Astrinal was removed from her trance when a cybertronian alt mode drove past her scope vision. She moved from the eyepiece of her rifle to spot a the cybertronian's destination: the cave. And even better, Nobody paided any attention to the alt's owner. Isn't this fantastic...
Ast took the speedster's status as a chance to slip through the fighting. As soon as the mech sped underneath her, Ast sprung from her cover. Astrinal's reflexes allowed her to slide feet first down the sandy slope, and swing into the cave in a monkey like fashion. In the process of this, she passed over Backbeat. However, the glipmse was only enough to be intimidating. The legend had arrived.
Astrinal pursued the vehicle on foot, rushing and darting through the combat as fast as she could, passing new and familiar faces, such as Vating ( a mech whom she'd fought a year ago, shortly before she disappeared ). Suddenly, the mech dove into what appeared to be an elevator shaft. Without hesitation, she followed in pursuit, the infamous green femme darting into the shaft after Sparks....
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Harbinger
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Post by Harbinger on May 3, 2017 19:31:51 GMT
Harbinger would later admit, at least privately, that Vating's shield was an impressive device as it shrugged off the traditionally lethal projectiles from his shotgun at point blank range. A feat that was only more spectacular when the triple barrel mauler's magazine ran empty with a defiant click, likely only a burst or two away from penetrating the stalwart defence. Before the Autobot could retaliate however the glue from Annihalator's weapon began to take effect, encasing Vating and leaving him defenceless, ready to be struck down by another tool in Harbinger's arsenal.
Already the triple mauler was being replaced, it's intimidating form already reverting back to a servo as a slot behind his right shoulder began to open up, from where a sharp blade began to appear. It never earned the time to be drawn however as in less time than it would take to blink, Hydraxion was charging forward with a roar in his throat even as blaster fire came towards him from his left side. In even less time the predacon was airborne rushing forward in a reckless airborne leap that left him to crash straight into Harbinger.
With the momentum of the charge and Hydraxion's weight against him, Harbinger lost his footing stumbling back even as razor sharp claws tried to rip out his optics and leave grievous wounds on his frame. Only experience saved him as the mech leaned back and then twisted, one servo reaching out to grip the top of the arm that went for his face, while the other gripped the armpit as he pivoted forwards his hip crashing into the creature which had still failed to land. Using all his strength Harbinger's throw sent the Predacon hurtling away straight towards Vating even as the Decepticon began to rise from his stance.
His large servo's reaching up to his shoulder as the blade began to rise slowly revealing a shaft that seemed unnaturally long before it ejected out, falling into his hands as he thrusted it downwards to reveal a fully formed halberd taller than even the 37ft mech himself. It's blazing tip promising an excruciating fate to all those who took the weapon lightly.
Nearby the vehicons who had been dispatched to deal with Whitewash found themselves in an unexpected trap, as Vating's barrage collided into them rather than their original target of Annihalator. The collision and consequential explosion sending dust into the air that covered the line of sight between the combatants only for another cannon blast to streak out from within, followed shortly by the limping body of one vehicon. His heavily form was scratched and scrapped with shrapnel having pierced his visor to reveal a single optic as the other side of it's face crumpled inwards in an unrecognisable mess. That wasn't even the worse of the damage as the mech began to stumble, his left arm gone from the elbow down while parts of his chest where either seemingly gone or pushed inwards revealing the cons vital internals.
Out of the other two, one was dead his chest having seemed to have imploded outwards while the other was missing half his frame which included one leg and much of his left side though somehow it had avoided anything particularly vital. The energon loss alone though would be lethal, he hadn't survived so much as died painfully over time. At least that would be if he didn't do anything further.
So instead he went out with a blaze of glory, his plasma cannon overclocking as he took aim at Whitewash, the barrel already beginning to melt even as the arm itself began to bubble until it fired carrying what was left of his frame's energon supplies for fuel even as his own visor dimmed and then blackened. The backfire alone was immense as his arm along with his shoulder practically disintegrated. Even that didn't compare to when the ball of condensed plasma detonated.
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Backbeat
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Post by Backbeat on May 3, 2017 22:38:26 GMT
((Graphine is letting me go first to set something up... Since Whitewash ignored my post. ))
The rain of Backbeat's missiles and laser blasts had been avoided by Thunder, but ignored by Whitewash, a potentially fatal mistake... Missile impacts would probably send the her flying towards the waiting fists Annihilator. ((edited))
Backbeat chuckles. He moves his arm back to avoid the sword, the pistol barrel being cleaved off.
' Hi? I'm more interested in saying goodbye! '
He lets go of the ruined pistol. His fist glowed with corrupted energy as he grabs at Thunder's throat. Backbeat's stance changing to throw his opponent off balance.
' Your in my way... Seems an old friend has returned to the stage... And once your dust in the wind. I think I'll pay them a visit... '
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Graphene
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Post by Graphene on May 4, 2017 1:41:05 GMT
Being blasted with fire was an unpleasant experience, the heat engulfing the upper portion of his chassis and burning the unset glue from off of Hydraxion, freeing the two engaged opponents from being stuck to one another. Bits of sand surrounding the outburst of fire had been blasted into glass, shattering all around the two large Cybertronians. When the Predacon disengaged in favor of pursuing an attack on Harbinger, Annihilator fell to his knees, dazed from the blast. His thick armor wasn't phased- scorched thoroughly, but not nearly compromised by the heat. And in that moment, Vating's attack on the vulnerable and open Decepticon came; a volley of blasts that was guaranteed to hit... until it wasn't.
As Annihilator looked up, regaining his senses, he was just in time to watch Whitewash lead an unfortunate group of Vehicons into the path of Vating's attack, negating it, and saving him in the process. All four of his eyes opened wide. He was thankful for the genericons' sacrifice- and his attention turned to the smaller Autobot. He'd seen her here or there during the course of the battle, but never engaged. Unlike her companions, she'd seemed useless in the battle. Rising from his kneeling position, he felt his left arm returning to him. He could move it again, perhaps not at full strength, but more than enough to use it- and he knew exactly how.
The timing was perfect as Backbeat's attack on Whitewash landed on her hard, sending her flying his way. All four arms outstretched to grab some part of her; reaching for her arms and her torso as he lunged forward to engage her, giving her no room for any quick movements. He'd be on her before she touched the ground.
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Post by Thunder on May 4, 2017 2:41:09 GMT
"A-Acck!" Thunder choked when his glowing servo wrapped around his throat. His optics trained on his crazed optics, then on another part of him.
"W-Well you're a walking stereotype." He winced, his blue optics lighting up.
As quick as he could, his sword came from above, aimed right for his exposed elbow joint. If he was slow, it'd take his forearm off immediately and probably cauterize the wound. If he was quick, it'd probably just burn through multiple vital veins and cords that control the movement in his servo. It's not like his other arm was doing nothing. His blade was turned to the side, lighting up bright blue to catch his attention. Though he wouldn't use it until he's free
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on May 6, 2017 10:09:08 GMT
The calm, or well, the calm that could be found amongst all the chaos, was peaceful. The sky was blue, the sand was yellow and there were not much wind at all. A flock of birds flew across the sky, just observing the machines of war below them. What they did didn't concern them. After all, they were only birds. They were high up in the sky while these being were on the ground. They didn't look like food or water, so stopping and watching was pointless. In a desert like this, it was only the strongest who made it, the one who could fly the farthest without food or water. Or in this case, with the robots on the ground, who was most well armored or had the most powerful weapons. The birds soon disappeared from the ground troopers' view, only leaving by a white mess, which was their excrement, falling down towards the two bots in the sand; Influx and Breech. The white mess would not do anything to these two giants, except obscure their vision if it hit an optic.
While the birds were gone now, the blue sky was not empty. It didn't take long, if you looked away for a split second you might have missed it, but there was something up there. A clear green silhouette appeared, then another one, and another one, until five of them were there. It was quite hard to see, as the green and blue blended in a beautiful mix, only the trained eye could see it, or if you were looking up the moment it happened. The weird objects just hung in the air for a few seconds, before a "Swooommpsch" was heard and the sound of roaring engines right after. From the silhouettes, ships formed, flying at full speed. Five armored dropships had just joined the fray, high above the people on the ground. They had no faction insignia visible from the ground, and their mix of green and blue colors on the bottom made them difficult to spot, before it was too late.
Sir, we have visuals of others on the ground. It looks like two unknown ones, and a crashed vessel. Should we investigate?
No, head towards the giant hole. I suspect there is where everything is taking place. I will send someone to check on those two. Flatstick, Pauselid, contact Waymist and his gang and check it out.
Yes sir, on it, Sir.
Two of the dropships opened one of their exit hatches and two bots jumped out from one of them while the four jumped from the other shuttle. All of these bots had one thing in common and that was that they transformed into jets and could fly. Right now that was what they did, they transformed into their het modes, which were cybertronian too, and blasted off right at the two neutrals on the surface. The dropships closed their open hatches and went back to flying towards the huge hole, which was most likely the cause of the signals being blocked. If there were any signals being sent out, since the ones sending them very well could be dead. It didn't take long for the jets to reach the surface, transform and take up defensive positions. They were all in one group and they all had their blasters out, holding at the ground but able to quickly move them into a position where they could shoot these two.
State your name. Where are the recon team?
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Back up in the sky, the dropships were now diving. They were to go check out the hole in the ground, so that was what they were going to do. They now broke formation, spreading out to cover more ground. The hole was certainly big, big enough to fit a whole dropship in there. The ships were now a mere kilometre above the surface, and now they once again opened their hatches and this time, more bots jumped out. Five bots from three dropships jumped down, skydiving fashion. They activated their parachutes once they were about 200 metres above ground, landing safely in the sand. the fourth dropship remained closed, nobody was in that ship, and from the fifth ship, a single bot jumped. This one was much larger than the rest. The larger, brown and green mech tumbled a moment through the air before he activated his own parachute and firing his large tank cannons into the sand below him to slow his fall. The blast kicked up a lot of sand which obscured his landing and once the dust settled, Skyspray Prime, the leader of the autobots, had arrived.
He looked out over the desert, the barren dunes not showing any sign of life. A strange place on this otherwise lush and green planet. Looking back slightly, the ships had now landed and the rest of his forces had now started to deploy. All in all they were twenty seven bots there now, excluding the ones piloting the ships, the gunners and the ones finding out who the two unknown beings were. once they all were on the ground, the dropship flew up again, forming a circle and guarding the opening. They weren't particularly armed except for a pulse cannon on either side, not very dangerous but not something you'd want to get hit by. There were still no sign of anyone else though, that was weird. Sky wasted no time however, they had to move quickly in case anyone still lived down in the hole. He waved at the closed dropship and pointed towards the hole.
There was a slight shift in the ship's course as it turned and went straight for the hole, entering it smoothly. The roar of the engines echoed through the tunnel inside, and outside. The troops then followed the ship, their energy shields up in case they needed them. They were left behind though, because the dropship began to accelerate, flying through the tunnel, scraping the edges of it when turning and such, sometimes just obliterating a weaker wall with the sheer force of the object. As it was as big as it was, there was no real way of avoiding it, unless you could move through walls. It kept moving down the way, not stopping in case there were anyone in front of it. If there were, it would simply run them over, crushing them between it and the wall, autobot and decepticon alike. This meant everyone in the tunnel, Vating, Thunder, Backbeat, Harbinger, Whitewash, the vehicons, Hydraxion and anyone else unfortunate enough to be in the way. The dropship was also filled with explosives, so there was always that to look forward to.
Now, the autobots behind it hadn't just waited there. No, they were running in after, weapons ready and primed adn would shot at any decepticon straggler that they found that hadn't been crushed yet. They had their lights on too, just so that they would see something in the dark tunnel. They were beginning to hear sounds now, and not sounds that were from the engines of the ship. Other sounds.. Sky didn't want to waste any time, he was leading the charge after all, and he gripped his Eraser firmly and pushed onward. This would be a fun little trip...
Remember, we are here to find survivors. Shoot any cons on sight, and stay together, unless something had area of effect damage. Then spread apart to make it less effective. Shields up? Good, now let's find out what is taking so damn long...
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Post by *Hydraxion* on May 6, 2017 14:22:06 GMT
Hydraxion would be flung into Vating. Enough force to free Vating but, still send Hydraxion into a wall. He would get up pissed as his body flared. He roared in anger his body transforming as if by instinct. Now in his beast mode the body would shift slightly again. His four legged mode now a two legged one. His body still on fire in his anger. The beast heads would growl and snap at Harbinger before releasing a torrent of flames at the mech.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on May 6, 2017 15:42:28 GMT
Vating got clobbered by a flying Predacon, though didn't even budge as the Predcon would bounce off of him. His left optic was twitching, something that shouldn't even be possible. Whitewash had officially broken his sanity. He walked over to the wall of the cave and just started smacking his face against it.
"Why. Am. I. Surrounded. By. Idiots?"
There was now a perfect engraving of his face in the wall just as the shuttle started flying in. If the pilot looked at Vating, he would see an Autobot who wasn't too injured, but seemingly lost it. One could only guess why, though the answer is clear, once they look at the clown of an Autobot, Whitewash, pretending to be useful.
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Whitewash
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Post by Whitewash on May 7, 2017 22:11:27 GMT
"If you don't like being surrounded by idiots, don't keep their company. You can switch that accusing look off, Vating. I told you I wasn't a combat situations mech!" Whitewash scowled up at Vating. She's killed multiple mechs thus far; she just hasn't allowed them to see it.
She's tempted to be very rude, but resists the urge and tamps it down to 'moderately'.
"I was throwing Cons off my back. If you've got a problem with three armed Vehicons heading towards our position, tell me any time and then next time I won't lead them to their deaths between crossfire."
She folds her arms.
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Post by influx on May 7, 2017 23:02:57 GMT
Influx thought about Breechloader's words for a few seconds before opening his mouth, ready to ask yet another question related to where he could find earthen vehicles to scan, and get the new alt mode. However, the mech didn't get to ask anything before a small group of Autobots rained, literally rained on them.
First, they were armed, with blasters... which wasn't a very good start, second, they were definitely not welcoming him to Earth.
Influx itched to reach for one of his blades, but now it wasn't the time. It was better to answer their questions... mostly because he didn't know what or who they were aaking for, so he was innocent. Surely they would understand. The neutral mech put his hands up, showing submission...
" Designation, Influx of Tetrahex. Affiliation, Neutral... I don't know who you're asking for, I'm very sorry!. I literally just crash landed... "
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Post by Breech Loader on May 8, 2017 1:30:43 GMT
"Breech Loader. Mercenary. I do stuff for money," Breech examines the back of her nails, "Autobots, huh? Nice recruitment measures. Just what I needed for my incentive to pick a team. You gonna arrest me if I don't join?"
She flexes her knuckles. She has no desire to engage in combat but if this collection of douches try to jump her for being impartial she's gonna get mad.
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Harbinger
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Post by Harbinger on May 9, 2017 19:54:51 GMT
Once the halberd was in his servo's Harbinger began moving forward, at first at little more than a cautious walk but within the first six steps after moving unhindered it had suddenly shifted into a full sprint. As the shaft of the weapon was gripped between both servos while he pointed the tip towards the arising form of Hydraxion. By the point the mech had fully arose from his hole Harbinger was in melee range, his halberd's thermo-energon blade thrusting forward towards Hydraxion's spark even as the mech's flames pushed forward.
The flames though powerful did little but shroud Harbinger's frame as the temperature of the armour began to rise gradually, too slow for a dangerous battle where a split second mistake would lead to the Predacon's death. Given time the flames would cause the metal to melt but Harbinger had no intention of letting the battle continue that long.
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Graphene
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Post by Graphene on May 9, 2017 21:29:12 GMT
( Please read this whole post, Whitewash , and all of the previous posts directed toward you (Skyspray's, Backbeat's, and my previous post); it's directed entirely toward you. ) Annihilator's four eyes flared when all four of his hands successfully grabbed Whitewash. The two larger hands took a firm hold of her wrists, holding her arms outstretched from her body while the two smaller hands grabbed her waist, holding her still. He was ready to remove her arms from her, getting a slight rush out of it. His success would taste sweet.
Then, his plans were changed. From up in the tunnel, he could hear the ominous, booming roar of something large- from the sound of it, larger than him- barreling down toward them. It sounded like more than he cared to handle. Unaware of what might be in store for him, he changed his hands' grasp on Whitewash quickly. The larger ones took her by her upper arms while the smaller ones took over holding her by the wrists, keeping her arms tight against her sides while he let himself fall backward, burying his bulky backside into the rocky cavern floor with Whitewash held above him. It took him a moment before he realized that Harbinger hadn't responded whatsoever, be it for lack of initiative or inferior awareness.
"Incoming- move!" Annihilator shouted warning to Harbinger, tightening his hold on Whitewash. He wasn't going to let her go and risk losing his prize for this encounter. The grapple he had her in was with a grip as tight and unyielding as death.
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Backbeat
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Post by Backbeat on May 10, 2017 5:47:05 GMT
"A-Acck!" Thunder choked when his glowing servo wrapped around his throat. His optics trained on his crazed optics, then on another part of him. "W-Well you're a walking stereotype." He winced, his blue optics lighting up. As quick as he could, his sword came from above, aimed right for his exposed elbow joint. If he was slow, it'd take his forearm off immediately and probably cauterize the wound. If he was quick, it'd probably just burn through multiple vital veins and cords that control the movement in his servo. It's not like his other arm was doing nothing. His blade was turned to the side, lighting up bright blue to catch his attention. Though he wouldn't use it until he's free Backbeat lets go as the sword swings down, warping out as the force of the blade kicks up a cloud of dirt. ' I'm Backbeat... Usually that's justification enough for me to indulge... ' He reappears a few steps to the side, his arms crossed and an amused look on his mouth less face. Backbeat studied his foe. He chuckles darkly. He draws his energy sword. His hand glows, energy is transferred to the blade, it's normal purple glow is replaced by a wild green beam. ' So? Any last words before I resume beating you like a cheap bongo drum? '
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Post by Thunder on May 10, 2017 7:02:10 GMT
"Wait...Backbeat?" He then remembered the final logs of Sicarius, of how he was trapped in this universe. Because of him. His optics burned with rage. Literally burning with the same blue colored energy that his swords were covered in. "You." Thunder growled at him.
Thunder wasn't dumb. Even when being choked he noticed the dropship ready to run everyone down. If he launched himself hard and fast enough and braced himself? The worst case was that he got pushed into the wall and he'd be feeling it for the next week or so, but he saw some Autotroopers approaching so at least he wouldn't be helpless. Backbeat wouldn't just let him go, so he had to be quick.
Putting his anger aside and makeshift plan was formed. As Backbeat second sentence was finished and the dust cleared, Thunder saw his glowing sword, and Backbeat would see both of his swords glowing even brighter.
"Sure. Beep Beep." He replied, swinging both swords at him, sending two waves of blue energy at him from his swords shaped like an "X".
The waves weren't enough to cut someone in half, not enough to tear apart armor, but it was enough to knock him back...or distract him. After they were slashed, the ship was coming in hot. Thunder reversed his thrusters and slammed his back into the wall. His back thrusters and the thrusters in the back of his legs blasted large amounts of fuel into the wall, burrowing deeper. He pushed himself in, crossed his arms over his face. By now, the ship was probably upon them and he prepared for the inevitable, awful pain.
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Whitewash
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Post by Whitewash on May 10, 2017 9:57:29 GMT
(When everybody is randomly and inconsistently firing at everybody else and I'm not in a position to fire back anyway, Graphene, the word that comes to mind is, STFU Thnkyou for narrowing it down)
It was kind of hard to imagine what kind of magnificent success anybody who wasn't a deeply ingrained sadist could get from beating Whitewash. She wasn't what you'd class as a challenging opponent.
Whitewash shrieked as she was snatched up by Annihilator and dragged away by him. As he fell backwards she was quite convinced that she was about to be offlined.
When she opened her optics again, she realised that she was still alive and functioning and yet in some very real danger.
"Just so that you know, I've been in situations very like this one before," she told Annihilator, "I should warn you that I kill all the mechs who've ended my life... Eventually."
He might have a hold of both of her arms, but he couldn't stop her from back-kicking him in the crotch.
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Post by *Hydraxion* on May 11, 2017 1:34:56 GMT
Once the halberd was in his servo's Harbinger began moving forward, at first at little more than a cautious walk but within the first six steps after moving unhindered it had suddenly shifted into a full sprint. As the shaft of the weapon was gripped between both servos while he pointed the tip towards the arising form of Hydraxion. By the point the mech had fully arose from his hole Harbinger was in melee range, his halberd's thermo-energon blade thrusting forward towards Hydraxion's spark even as the mech's flames pushed forward.
The flames though powerful did little but shroud Harbinger's frame as the temperature of the armour began to rise gradually, too slow for a dangerous battle where a split second mistake would lead to the Predacon's death. Given time the flames would cause the metal to melt but Harbinger had no intention of letting the battle continue that long. Hydraxion would see the blade coming in. Thinking quickly he would stop the fire and jump back a bit. Just enough to narrowly miss the stab that could've ended his life. He did however gain a cut on his chest. Knowing this was a battle more suited for a mech then beast he would transform. His body still on fire in bot mode he would snarl. Also holding the wound on his chest. Energon slowly leaking out. "Nice sword."
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on May 12, 2017 20:27:20 GMT
The ship had not slowed down at all, it kept its previous speed as it reached the combatants, where only two of them had made any attempt at minimizing the damage. Even though the roar of the engines could be heard, nobody seemed to care. Their mistake. The ship made no difference between friend or foe, all were targets. It would smash into the bunker, slowing down just a little bit before breaking through the roof, letting in the light from the outside. Once it broke through, is smashed into the middle of the floor, where it promptly blew up, sending shrapnel and other debris flying at extremely high speed. Thiis debris was also very sharp, able to tear through an unfortunate mech who didn't have enough armor. Vating was just standing against the wall, so the explosion just pushed him in, crushing most of the backsection in the process, unless the guy was really lucky. Thunder was in a wall, smart kid but his arms were sticking out too far. The shrapnel would easily find its way there, slicing through those arms like a hot knife through butter.
Next on the path to pain was Backbeat, who hadn't paid attention to the big ship for some reason. The ship didn't care, it just came down on top of him. Once the explosion went off, it would just push him further into the ground. This maybe wouldn't kill him, but the amount of pressure on him surely took its toll.The shrapnel and explosion also passed over Annihilator and Whitewash, hitting her harder than him. While Annihilator could feel some sharp pain in where his servos would be, Whitewash had faired much worse. Her body had been in the direct line of the shrapnel, with no way to get out of it.. The entire back half was gone, leaving everything there exposed to the things outside.
Last but not least, Harbinger and Hydraxion. The two brawlers duking it out. Neither of them had made any attempts to avoid the dropship and now it was too late. The dropship would smash into the ground at full-speed, breaking apart barriers and whatnot that was in its way. 140 milion Newton wasn't anything light, it would just break whatever fortification that had been made. Once the explosion went off, it could very well send both robots flying, and imbed them in the shrapnel. It probably wouldn't kill them, just mangle them quite abit, maybe break a few parts. They at least wouldn't go away unharmed, that was for sure. This all happened in a matter of seconds, two seconds from the first hit to the last. What the explosion also did was causing a slight cave in, blocking off a big part of the room, and the elevator shaft. It might cause even more of a cave in, causing rubble to fall down on the city below them, but that was if it hit a critical node. --
A bit away from the rest of the group were the autobot reinforcements. They still had no idea which bots were here, if any were alive or if there were just hostile beings down here. They moved in formation, in lines of five. They were moving in a slight jog, their steps being faint in the sand. In front of them, the saw the ship crash, and they could feel the ground shake from the explosion. It had found something and now, it was time to party. The bots kept moving, faster now and had raised weapons. After a few more seconds, they slowed down and approached the big hole made with drawn weapons.
Jumping in 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. NOW! Fire at will!
Skyspray said to the troops surrounding him, as they all began to fire their blasters. They stood around the hole in a circular formation, blasting at the ones below. They also began jumping down the hole, three and three, landing on the ground, and continuing their barrage from down there, taking cover behind the crates. Somewhere in the middle, Sky jumped down along with his troops, letting a few rockets rain down before landing himself, kicking up a small dust cloud around him. He had activated his parachute before, slowing him down a little, but only enough to not hurt himself when he hit the ground. He calmly observed the chaos around him, a mix between a smile and a frown was on his face behind the mask. For now, he just stood there, with a shotgun in one servo and the other one holding a pistol. Above them, on the surface, more troops dropped down all around him, and above that, the dropships still circled, able to provide support if needed. --
The five jets on the surface just shrugged and held their blasters there casually.
Negative. We will not arrest you. Merely ask you to leave this place. Immediately. No hostile feelings, okay?
The tone wasn't unfriendly, but not friendly either. They had a mission, and they carried that out. If these bots startd trouble though, they had the backup of the dropships, but it would take some time for them to get there. Plus it would eliminate the cover for the troops in the bunker, so they didn't want to have to use that option.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on May 12, 2017 21:19:51 GMT
Vating let out a cry of pain as his back was torn open by the dropship. He fell over and continued wincing. Soon thereafter, some soldiers, definitely Autobot once he heard Sky's voice echo through the cave, began firing down the cave. Vating climbed to his feet and limped with his left arm raised.
"I'm friendly! Hold fire! I'm Vating!"
He then turned around, limply raised his photon burst rifle towards Whitewash and starting firing, hoping his shots would just kill the glitch.
"YOU SON OF A GLITCH!!! YOU'RE USELESS AND GOT US ALL SEVERELY INJURED, IF NOT KILLED!!!"
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