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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jul 22, 2017 19:30:28 GMT
Vatimus got up from his command chair and turned to the two Autobots he called over here and began, "You two have a special task today. I'm sending you two aboard the Victory to take down exclusively the port-side maneuvering thrusters. The job of actually destroying them goes to you, Dashside. Shadowzone, you need to keep her covered on her approach and then keep hostile forces from actually focusing fire on her." He crossed his arms walked up to the two, staying at a distance to where he didn't look to be towering over them (except Dashside, sorry buddy, you're too short for him to not tower over you), and went on, "This is probably the single most important task in the entire battle at the moment. I'm counting on you two to get this done for me. I might throw in Windtalker to help you as well. The minicon should be rather capable as combat support or an emergency jetpack, should things get hairy on the way."With that, he saluted the two Autobots and finished off by saying, "Now get to it! You're ready to go." He turned back to his command console and overlooked the battlefield once more. Issuing out commands to all his different soldiers, :Windtalker! Prepare to fly out and support Dashside and Shadowzone in whatever ways you can!::Wheelspin, get atop the Regenesis and offer the dogfight some much needed support.:
:Axelrod, get out there and start hitting things! Rangefinder, help him out, would you?:
:Scatterblast, open fire on anything that approaches.:
:Shortstock, defend our maneuvering thrusters.:
:Shatterbeam, get up here to the bridge. You're on guard duty up here.:
:Scatterbeam, get to work on getting the breaches closed, defend them if you must.:He then lastly turned to Methuselah, walking over to the ancient Mech, "What's the odds of victory at the moment? Curious to see if you think we stand a chance." He didn't know the old Mech too well, but he was always willing to accept advice. He was still very new to this job. ( Dashside ShadowZone @rollerjade Shatterbeam Short Stack Straightedge and Scatterblast )
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Post by Dashside on Jul 22, 2017 19:45:44 GMT
Dashside listened to her orders, nodding at Vating in response. "Yes sir, we'll get it done." The femme turned to look at Shadowzone, smiling at him a little, ready to go out there and fight. "Happy to have you covering my back." As Dashside moved to exit the bridge, she stopped upon seeing Scatterbeam, giving the communications specialist a curt nod. "Good luck." With that out of the way, Dashside charged down the hallway, transforming into motorcycle mode. "Teletraan, you're up. Give me the fastest way to the flight deck, oh, and summon Iota squad to the Flight Deck." The AI gave Dashside exactly what she wanted, shifting the floor infront of her into a descending panel. Shifting intro robot mode, she came to a stop on the panel, as it began to lower into the floor. Within a few minutes, the femme stood in the flight deck of the Regenesis, and she walked straight towards one of the boarding pods. As requested, Iota squad was there, a small team of specialist Autrotoopers. One was incredibly large, and the other incredibly short. The other four seemed regular enough, though their armaments and armour made them stand out from the rest. "Everyone, get in the pod." The squad complied, and they each stepped into the pod, Dashside following them in as it was loaded into a launch tube. Tapping in some co-ordinates, the tube corrected itself, ready to fire the pod at the selected location. ::"Vatimus, we're ready to go.::"(( Vatimus Prime ShadowZone @rollerjade))
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Bluewing
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Post by Bluewing on Jul 22, 2017 19:46:24 GMT
He gave Whiteflier a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder, and the other patted his chest. A quiet "see you later" was heard before the seekers parted ways. ::yessir, on my way:: He answered their supreme commander, Livewire. Bluewing headed towards the main hangar next, and answered a short ::see you there:: to Twitchs comm. Message. He hurried towards it, stopping to electrocute a group of autotroopers first, and then to take Sigma squad with him, arriving to the main Hangar. "I'm here" he told The predacon and Twitch, signaling to the shuttles besides them" "Lets direct our shuttle under the regenesis, and from there approach the cannons and set explosives on the outside. The bigger cannons take priority, but if any smaller ones are being an obstacle, better obstruct them as well. Sounds like a plan?. Suggestions now please." He asked, looking towards the other two transformers and the vehicons. Team Sigma didn't seem to have any questions. Empress
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Post by Slapfoot on Jul 22, 2017 21:03:22 GMT
The vehicon walked alongside his friend, and when they got to the hallway Slapfoot drew his shields and stuck them outwards, covering the ends with the shields and the middle with his body. His crossed visor carefully observed the hallway, making sure that nothing would interrupt them. The ETA squad took care of moving the bodies, as Slapfoot was far better at defending than gathering. Also, Slapfoot didn't want to look at hurt vehicons, they were of his kind, and reminded him greatly of his comrades. He remarked mentally that he should not be as careless with his new compatriots. They were kind, but they didn't help his pain.
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Harbinger
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Post by Harbinger on Jul 22, 2017 21:12:41 GMT
[Highwire | Livewire ]
In the hallways of the victory, Decepticons continued to run around in a hurried frenzy of activity as they rushed to reach where they needed to go. Only the use of magna-locks on their pedes allowed them to move at such a pace as thunderous attacks proceeded to shake the hull of the ship. Even then more than a few where forced to slow down as the floor beneath them shuddered between the consistent hits of the enemies shells. While elsewhere rare failures in the shielding caused massive explosions that pierced the hole and consumed entire squadrons of vehicons as they rushed from point to point in the hellacious battlefield.
Such an environment did nothing to slow down the humungous form of Harbinger however, as his silver form charged forward uncaring of the shaking ship as his heavy pede's movements herald his coming. Already he'd moved from his position in the Victory's armory and was halfway to the hangerbay after his heads up display had been updated the moment that Livewire had began to speak, and though she hadn't specified his task yet it was clear where he was needed and delaying for confirmation in such an scenario would be a costly delay.
The Decepticon's decision was later proven correct as Livewire began to speak to him, his commands following similar lines of thought as he continued onwards. ::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.::
::Understood, already in movement.:: Harbinger informed across the comm-link in reply as he paced forward, till in less than a minute Harbinger was pushing through into the hanger bay, forcing more than one soldier to step out of his way.
The sight that greeted him was one that would have been awe inspiring if not for his experience with other Decepticon warships. It was regardless of that however Harbinger still found himself temporarily slowing down to take in the view. At the edge of the room stood massive ray shield generators that prevented enemy ballistics from piercing into the room but still allowed fliers to exit and if at lower speeds enter as well. That was however a standard piece of tech, and though probably more powerful than older versions was nothing he'd not seen before. The same could be said for the blast doors, as well as the numerous containers that held a mixture of gear and ammunition.
In contrast though the ship that stood in the centre of the room was impressive, it's sleek form looked similar to an arrowhead at the centre with branching wings that surly carried enough firepower to make any small fighter regret catching it's attention. That would have meant little however without the crew who currently stood in front of it. The Zeta Squad where a group of ready to order Decepticon's who had one of the highest turnover rates across all subgroups, though it was a measure of their skill that such a reason was due to their objectives which consistently formed of suicide missions. At the centre of them stood a slightly larger than usual mech who was 30ft tall and transformed into a tank if the barrel peaking over his shoulder was true. "Harbinger, we're ready to leave."
"Good, let's go." He said quickly, pushing past the group as they rushed into the ship before the ramp lifted and he found himself and the group leaving the hanger towards the Regenesis.
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Post by Methuselah on Jul 22, 2017 21:37:12 GMT
The mech stared the representation, as the translator told him what the new Prime said. The ancient mech groaned, and looked carefully at the battlefield. His keen eyes saw much, like an autobot guarding the ship from the outside, several scrambling about inside the ship. There was chaos, yet it undeniably had an aura of order to it. His eyes caught something else, a shuttle leaving the hangar of the Victory. He couldn't tell where they were headed, but it didn't look good. He looked at every person on the map, carefully weighing everything. He turned now to the Prime, and spoke his ancient and unintelligible language. His voice was deep, and demanded respect. It was not hostile, but it was oddly enough calming, and assuring. It was a voice hat Vatimus would need to learn. The translator shivered, and relayed the message to Vatimus. "The fight will be decided soon. He doesn't know who will win though." The knowledge did not mean that the fight will be over soon, yet the victor would be decided. Methuselah gestures dthrow prime over and pointed at the shuttle that had just departed, and nodded to Vatimus. His digit then drifted to the tow cables, and finally to Dashside. Wordlessly, he said that these three events would decide the battle. Afterwards, he turned and spread his arms outward, gesturing at the bridge. He muttered once more, and the translator rushed to relay it. "Thi-this room must not fall."
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Shadowstrike
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Post by Shadowstrike on Jul 22, 2017 22:29:05 GMT
[Highwire | Livewire]
Standing at the edge of the command room, the mercenary known as Shadow-Strike seemed to naturally fit in with the darkness surrounding him. His pitch black form blending in perfectly even as blood red optics stuck to a barely noticeable glow. That wasn't to say he was hidden from everyone in the room however as Livewire proved when he turned to face his position before proceeding to command him, which caused his once motionless frame to step forward almost seeming to slip into the light as one mech nearby discretely attempted to hide the shudder that wracked their body at the sight of him in full view.
Shadow-Strike was after all not a particularly comforting mech to look at, his subtly advanced frame forming a balance between sleek and dangerous with sharp edges across his body which had claimed more than one cybertronian in close combat. That was without considering the claw like servos which currently hung loosely at his side, their threatening points capable of piercing another's armour even as jagged edges ripped limb from limb. With his battlemask raised to cover his entire face even the last traces of civilization where dropped from his form as he continued to move, every movement swift and deliberate like a weapon ready to lash out at the nearest threat. In this he looked more like a monster out of legends than a Cybertronian as blood red optics observed the Decepticon commander as he came to an unnatural stop with not a single mechanism in his body moving.
For less than five seconds he stood as such, silently observing before he came to a decision and spoke. The sound that followed was jarring, sinfully smooth and almost ethereal, yet echoing with something that twisted and grated like the thrust of a dagger scraping through armour to pierce the spark chamber of those who heard it. "Shall my other duties persist as my prime objective, or should I turn my attention fully to this task until inevitable future events force me to act on the..." He paused, optics narrowing as the assassin considered how best to put his question before speaking again. This time he did so slower, as though to carry across the finality of what he had been hired to preform. "...primary targets of our arrangement?""
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Compass
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Post by Compass on Jul 22, 2017 22:48:51 GMT
Compass's head shot up when he heard his name. He turned his visor this way and that for a moment before relaxing again. His optics widened behind the dark glass plating that covered them, forming an upward-curved crescent shape, like the Earth letter n. His pauldrons shuffled and sank as he sagged his shoulders, bringing up one arm to the side of his head to activate two-way communications with Livewire. ::Acknowledged sir, en route to the flight deck--::He stopped for a moment, pushing himself up from his seated position and moving towards the entrance to the corridor. He'd seldom heard any fighting in this remote part of the ship, probably due to the fact that it was the side facing away from the Regenesis. He wasn't completely unaware of it though, having moved himself into the armory as soon as the sirens had started blaring. He was currently equipped with his energon battle pistol, and had grabbed one thermo-mine. Doubting that there was time to grab anything else, he turned away from the armaments to readdress his cee-oh. With a flick of the servo, Compass engaged a small holographic recreation of this section of the ship. Zooming in, he narrowed his optics instead now and identified an area where the bombers had missed their mark by a significant margin and blown a hole in the hull in section 38-B. That area was extremely close by, almost on top of his position. By this time the whole section was vented and, once outside the confines of the ship, Compass could easily transform into vehicle mode and be on his way. ::--I'll meet you and everyone else outside the ship, Whiteflier.::Reluctant to order anyone else around, Compass left the call to action open-ended while beginning to move towards said breach. He was too far away from everyone else to feasibly regroup with Lambda, so he was relying on his appointed partner to gather them. His wing struts folded onto his back tightly, lining either side of the tubular body of his alternate mode, while his heel struts clacked loudly against the floor. He was mere seconds away from reaching the opening and so engaged his magna-locks to keep himself from losing balance when the unexpected lack of gravity hit, the area marked on either side by atmosphere-containing forcefields. He rounded the corner, grabbing the wall with his servos and using the grip to propel himself forwards. Nearing the shorn metal sheets of the exterior of the Victory, Compass set his pedes down one last time before disengaging the locks and pushing himself outwards into the vacuum of space. In spectacular fashion, he transformed; his legs folded together and the heel struts retracted, forming his tailend thrusters. The cone-shaped helm split in two and unlatched, folding in half and forming the nose of his vehicle mode, and the pauldrons flipped. Both pieces connected with the barrel-like chest armor to form the body as Compass's arms latched onto his sides. The two wing struts on his back folded out and clamped down, locking themselves in place and completing the transformation. The jets roared to life, blue-ish purple flames sputtering in the blackness of space and propelling him forward towards the Autobot ship. Engaging his cloak just before he appeared over the horizon of the Victory, he pinged once to see where his appointed companion was, and to let him know that he was ready. (( Whiteflier ))
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Post by Shatterbeam on Jul 23, 2017 0:18:46 GMT
Tap, Tap, Tap...
Shatter's cane resonated in the quiet bridge. Having heard the translator, Shatter moved to the very center of the bridge, and slowly sunk to a squatting position, without saying a word. As always, Shatter's optics never closed, their grey, lifeless color was always visible to anyone looking. The mech angled his can in such a way that he could easily stand up at a short notice, if they were attacked. Shatter was likely chosen to guard because everyone else was busy, or because he could hear an attack from inside the ship from a mile away, and more if conditions were good. However, he could not hear where there was not passage connected to, and direct attacks from outside would not be heard. Grinning, the former Magnus spoke. I guess we'll be here for a while, eh? He didn't believe his words fully, but he hoped with his whole being that this would be a quiet guard. He whistled, and a data drive ejected itself from his arm: his companion Windtalker. The minicon flew off to follow its own mission, its thrusters carrying it faster than most were capable in the cramped space. He arrived at the pod shortly thereafter, perching himself on a metal bar.
The brothers, however, were not so lucky as to a quiet mission. Axelrod and Scatterblast would have a very hard time. Making his way to the tow cable closest to the bridge, Scatter drew his scrapmaker and rounded the corner, opening fire on the incoming infantry. The first line was mowed down before they had time to respond, the second line was perfectly able to retaliate. It didn't change the fact that it would take hours to pierce his armor with standard-grade weaponry. The second line fell. The third thought that they might be able to escape, but they were too close, and fell like the others. The fourth line of infantry had began to run before the third fell, knowing they were the last line of that particular deployment. They met the other brother. The fourth line fell, and Scatter stood now at the tow cable, staring down the next deployment. The first line saw him, but there was nothing they could do.
Axelrod now climbed a hatch, pinging his position for Rangefinder to see. Stepping out, he saw swarms of fighters and infantry swarming the hull. Until his partner arrived, Axel couldn't use his blade on the fighters. His electricity was also pointless, due to the nature of it. He turned to the seekers that had landed aboard the hull in an effort to get in. The exchange didn't take long, and Axel turned to the next several that were landing. This was going to be very dull until Range got there. Axel wasn't one for excitement, however, he simply wanted to do his job. His job was to defend. In between the various skirmishes, the orange mech drew his pistol to fire upon the fighters that flew too close to the hull. Out of perhaps the 50 that flew by, he hit 5. To fire at something moving that fast with such an inaccurate weapon was unheard of, so his sub-par accuracy was to be expected. He knew he likely wasn't to hit them. It didn't stop him from trying.
Not quite whole, not quite broken. An accurate depiction of Shortstock, A.K.A. Cerberus. Switching his wheels to augment his movement, he began to skate through the hallways on his way to the maneuvering thrusters. As he made his way out, he began to shake slightly. When the hatch opened, what was one was now two. Stock drew his burst rifle, its accuracy and ability to spread fire made it effective in shooting down fighters and bombers that tried to attack the thrusters. Short's weapon, while not accurate, fired fast enough that Short could simply spray in front of a fighter, and at least one shot would hit. They were more efficient than Axel, and if things kept as they were, nobody was going to touch the thrusters. Anyone that touched the hull quickly died by one of the pair, with one always continuing to fire at the fighters making passes. For now, the twins were well capable of doing their job.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jul 23, 2017 1:02:39 GMT
Rangefinder took off from the Hangar finally joining the battle. He started off by unloading on a few seekers on his way out, dropping them like flies. He was given the order to go and help Axelrod, giving a, :On it New Primo!: All he heard in the background was a grumble from the other end of the comms as he closed that channel and opened up one with Axelrod, :Hey there Rodders, I'm on my way to pick you up now. Get ready for an experience!: He could be seen coming into sight now as he transformed back into robot mode and started using his jetpack to maneuver himself around the battlefield, his two neutron assault rifles drawn and just letting loose on all the enemies.
He fired one of his tow cables from under his wrist at a seeker, and flung the Decepticon into one of the ship's tow cables. The entire structure ruddered under the impact, but it stayed intact and with Rangefinder's course being changed to just cross Axelrod now. He turned to where he was looking down towards Axelrod and fired off his own tow cables once more at Axel Rod, aiming to hit him anywhere. The second it would strike, Rangefinder would take off with his rockets and fling Axelrod into the battle with him. From there, he would continue maneuvering himself to catch and send Axelrod towards new foes, while eliminating his own foes with his quick and precise turns. Oh and the ammo, the ammo helps kill them too.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2017 4:30:17 GMT
::Order Received Sir::
At her terminal, she pulls up a holo-map of the ship. She types quickly into the keypad, mutter to herself. "And overlay it with the ships pressure data..."A moments of frantic typing later Scatterbeam has a map of the Regenesis on her datapad that should give her a good idea where the breaches are, highlighting the air pressure of each area of the ship. The closest area is such behind an airlock just down the corridor from the other direction as the Bridge. She readies her weapon close and listens. No blaster fire. She deploys her ante. No outgoing signals. The map indicates the complete absence of air. In all likelihood no one was behind that airlock, but she would be most likely be sucked into space as soon as she opened the door. That is unless... no, she was sure Vatimus might be upset... but there was no better alternative. Carefully, she takes a couple paces back, lines up a shot with her Photon Burst Rifle , and fires. The molten hot pellets melts hole about large enough for her arm into the steel door and she is instantly sucked toward it. With a little struggle she manages to reach her arm into the door's new opening. Scatterbeam feels around for a moment with her arm now inside. She finds what she is looking for, a maintenance terminal just on the other side of the door. It takes her a few tries, essentially trying to remember the process by touch alone, but finally is able to manually deploy the shutters to patch the whole.
She now pulled out her hand and opens the door proper. Nervously she inspects the hole she had just blasted into the door. Lucky for her there is a maintenance closest nearby with a blowtorch and some spare scrap. She is just about able to patch up the hole and seal the shutter into place as well. This should stop the breach until it can be better repaired later. Right now, there was another breach nearby. This one shows less of a pressure difference, but as she gets closer their is the all to familiar sound of blaster-fire. Not again, she thinks to herself, I was not designed for this. But orders are orders. There is a slight pull as she opens the door which causes her to get sucked in. In her clumsiness she lands face first on the floor and is only saved by an Autotrooper pulling the small femme to cover. She is dazed, but instinctively picks up her rifle and starts firing into a crowd of Vecihcons.
"Thank you for that. Now what's this all about?" She addresses the Autotrooper over the blasts."There boarding through on the cables. We're trying to snap them off so we can close the shutters"
She rapid fired into the Vecihcons with ferocity, and a 85% hit ratio. She was getting better. The Autotrooper looked for a moment with amazement, much less because of her skill and more so at the calm composer held by the tiny bot, who had to sit on her knees to shoot over their cover, as she mowed down the troops without a twitch of fear. Between her and the others, soon none were left standing except those crawling up the cable line who had yet to reach the ship and Decepticon Seekers circling like vultures above the ships wound."Move in an cut it lose!" she ordered charging toward the opening.
While the Autotroopers work on cutting the cable loose, Scatterbeam is covering them, ducking behind the ships walls for quick cover. As long as the cable was on there the shutters couldn't close and they are left exposed to attack by from the air. While firing at one particularly aggressive one, they are able to land a shot on her, her left shoulder pad. She instinctively ducks back into cover and reels back in pain, holding down the energon leek with her hand. She looks at the marks it leaves on her fingers. Then, while she is looking back to the breach, one of Autotroopers get blown off into space. "Can't stop fighting now..." she thinks out loud. She jumps back into action, firing down the cable and into space. She loses track of how many of her shots hit, her new single objective is to keep the troopers safe. Speaking of, one shouts up from were the cable was rooted into the ship."It's free!"
She assists the troopers in climbing back up. Then she yells back to some others to lower the shutters. Finally, peace, for now at least. She takes another look at her wound. She's no medic, but it didn't look too bad. She also notices a few more grazes than she remembered gaining. She turns to the shutter to seal it up like the last one. She notices however that there is a small hole in part of it, possibly because of the damage done by the cable."I need some extra scarp..." she says without looking away from her welding. One of the Autotroopers responses by pulling the plating off of one of the deceased cons and handing to her."Thank you." After she is finish, she stands, brushes the dust off of her, and turns toward the troopers "Okay then, I have been given orders to patch up all the hull breaches like this one, and you all can either sit here and twittle your digits or you can follow me and assist."Everyone present, including Scatterbeam herself, are surprised by the hint of command in her voice. They all look at each other, and in unison nod in agreement. They would go with her.
Next corridor, this time Scatterbeam was leading a the small team of 6 troopers to the next location. On the map it was shown to be a minimal breach, but it was on the way to a larger one. She turns the corner and...
And cannot believe what she sees. The troopers behind her let out a few small laughs, but with one icy stare she quiets them. There was the breach. The shutters were down, but closed around a disarmed Decepticon Seeker, who was preventing the area from being completely sealed. Scatterbeam couldn't think of anything to but fold her arms and shake her head. Seriously, what was she supposed to do with this?
((Wallplug (Planetron)))
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Post by Empress on Jul 23, 2017 4:42:29 GMT
By the time Bluewing made it to the hangar, Twitch had finished tweeking his pet's implant. Excellent, and you brought sigma squad as well. Even better!" The mech looked towards the indicated shuttle and then back at Blue with a not so pleased expression. "I don't think would be wise for us to all be crammed into one transport. One shot, all dead." Twitch waved a spazzing servo in front of himself, illustrating a probable explosion. "Why don't we send sigma squad in two different shuttles and let them take care of the turrets, while us fliers provide cover for them? That way we'll have 5 much smaller targets." Twitch patted Empress on top of her helm. The predacon stared straight ahead with her usual dull gaze. Bluewing
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Post by Sideswipe on Jul 23, 2017 5:55:56 GMT
Discontented, the speedster hopped back down the hatch and ran down towards the hangar. He'd been sent a comm about a plan, and it was one he was real excited about. He boarded a shuttle of high speed and maneuverability, he'd need it for what he was about to do. The shuttle barreled out, with the same mech that piloted the Ark at the controls. The shuttle looped to fly close alongside the Regensis, towards a certain someone.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jul 23, 2017 11:00:16 GMT
So, this little slagger didn't know where Tarn was. That was a shame. Skyspray didn't have time to deal with those who couldn't help him right now. He felt the rage build up within him, here he was wasting his time while the rest fought outside, died, and while Tarn just stood there, alive. That couldn't happen, no. Tarn had to be destroyed, as well as the rest of these decepticons, for all the crimes they had committed. He looked into the distance for a moment, figuring out what to do with the situation he was currently in when he heard the small con try to make small talk with him. What a massive fool. He looked down at the con again, smiling behind his mask. It was no smile of joy though, but a twisted smile of anger. Oh you don't even know half of it. He shfted his weight over to the knee on Swindle, letting his full weight push down on the unfortunate mech while slamming down his servo into the con's shoulder. Thanks to the tips of his digits being clawed, they wouldn't have any issue with going through armor. His other servo went down to his leg, grabbing it rather roughly, making sure that it was stuck in his grasp before standing up, the con now in his servos. Then he flipped up his mask and looked Swindle right in the optics, a slight grin on his face as he slammed the con with all his strength towards the outer wall, the one facing space. Now that wall wasn't the strongest, as it wasn't a wall but a window, which made it break easily. The vaccuum of space quickly began to suck them both out but Sky had activated his pede-spikes, nailing him to the floor. This wasn't inteded to be used for space purposes, but more when firing heavy weapons and he couldn't handle the recoil. He angrily stared down Swindle one last time before letting go and letting the poor con drift out into space. He was unimportant. Regenesis soon closed the breach by its shutters, and once that happened, Sky retracted the spikes and kept moving, holes in the floor and energon everywhere around him. This was a darker side, one that hadn't been shown in years, but again, once death was close you could let out your inner self. The former Prime kept moving through the ship, taking out quite a few vehicons who were foolish enough to approach him. If the cons couldn't organize a larger attack force, something was very wrong. Maybe they were busy targeting the bridge or something, that was probably the case, yeah. He turned yet another corner and sprinted past the medbay, where medics kept the wounded safe. He felt a sting of guilt, his mother was probably in there somewhere and here he went, and would never see her again. He shoudl at least stop and say hi, but that would make him lose valuable time.. Ugh the decisions weighed heavily on his mind but he decided against visiting her. It would just be harder to fulfill his mission then. Reluctantly Skypray kept moving, taking out his shotgun from its designated position oh his back. it was a just in case effort, as he approached the middle section now where the chance of battle was much larger. His battlemask was also flipped down once more, he was ready for combat now. After the next corner, there really was a battle, a full force of vehicons on one side and autotroopers on the other. He vented slightly, this didn't make his job easier. He braced himself as he kept running, firing his shotgun at the closest vehicon while letting his tank cannons fire into the crowds farther away from him. The sounds of blaster bolts was nothing new to him so he wasn't too bothered when they all became directed at him. His armor took some hits but nothing critical or something that slowed him down. By drawing the attention from the cons though, the autotroopers could focus on getting their wounded away and blast the cons who now ignored them. The battle didn't last too long, at least not for Sky. It wasn't a battle he was interested in continuing either way. He had to find a way over to Victory. The most obvious way was a droppod, but they were not close to him. Second option was a tow cable, which was what he was going for now. It was right in front of him when suddenly it wasn't. The ground wasn't beneath him either for a moment before he hit the ground with a metallic clank. Where there once had been a tow cable was now a massive hole, as it had been blown off of Regenesis. That was probably his own fault, he had ordered them to get removed after all. Now how would he get over to Victory? He didn't have much time to think as more cons were beginning to converge on his position. Apparetnly someone had been bright enough to figure out where he was. Lovely. He grunted as he got up on his pedes again, looking around for a way out that didn't involve killing his way through everyone. The only way was outside. He began running, using his cannons to fire back at the vehicons shooting at him as the wall got closer and closer. He was almost out when he noticed all the energon on the floor and got an idea. Sky kept running but also made sure to scrape his pede on the floor and concentrating. The contact produced a small spark, which once it made contact with the energon, set the whole area ablaze, and exploding. It wasn't too big of an explosion, but enough to make nobody follow him as he crashed through the wall to the space outside. He broke through the wall with a plume of fire and smoke behind him, flying a short while before starting to fall as he was on the very edge of the ship. He would have kept falling if it wasn't for a certain ship passing right under him, and instead he now landed on that. Sky groaned slightly but held on as much as he could, using his pede-spikes to dig his pedes into the hull and thus stay on. It must have been quite the sight for any onlooker. Sky wasn't in the mood for games or anything of the kind now, and just slammed his fist on the top of the ship and contacting the ship itself through the comms. :: Take us to Victory. I have business there to attend to. NOW! ::(( NotSwindle Sideswipe ))
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Post by WheelSpin on Jul 23, 2017 12:37:31 GMT
::Copy that.:: Vatimus Prime Wheelspin's reply to Vating was short and quick. He made a quick stop at the armoury, snagging himself a nice, sleek rifle, the calibre of which would suit most bots. Throwing it in the air, he transformed into his alt form, catching the rifle mid transformation and securing it neatly on his back seats. He sped up down the halls, making slight adjustments on his way to account for the shaking of the ship, and for the bots in the way. The first time he encountered vehicons his scatterblasters slid from each side, locked in place and released a salvo of shots at the enemy. He swerved, both to avoid being hit by enemy fire and to spread out the range of their destruction. Then he pushed through, reporting the enemy sighting to the nearest Auto troopers. Once he reached his destination he came to an abrupt stop, transforming into his bot form, moments before, the rifle flew again, only to be snatched expertly, while the bot landed, now on his two feet, barely making a sound. The tyres cushioned the landing, while the front part of his pedes steadied it. He typed in a command for one of the side hatches to open. He climbed into position securing himself against the ship's hull. To most he would not even be seen, partially due to being small, partially as his colour was far to similar to that of the ship, and then, he was in part concealed by the ship's own design as well. He set his 'working space' loading the rifle and then steadied his hold. He accounted for the tremors of the ship, due to gun fire, for those tremors just coming from the ship itself, and of course other anomalies that should affect his accuracy. His optics followed the decepticon fliers, moving in between the ships. He took aim at one's engine, fired, adjusted his aim, reloaded, fired at the second, with intent to have him spiral out of control, to crash into others. he reloaded again. What looked like a choice of fliers at random, was in reality all calculated, chosen according to several conditions that the enemy had to fulfil. Posing a threat to friendly's was of course at the top of the list, others depended on the situation. He shifted closer to one of the turrets. He steadied himself again, waited for the tremors to subside again before his next target was chosen ant shot. He mostly aimed for either the vulnerable parts in the armour or the engines that propelled the enemy forward. Without those, they could not fly.
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Post by ShadowZone on Jul 23, 2017 12:53:44 GMT
ShadowZone aknowledged the orders with a simple inclination of his helm. He understood, and would make certain that his partner would be protected and not bothered by the enemy until the mission was complete. He stepped back then turned to look down at the smaller bot smiling at him. He didn't smile back but he nodded again. " Acknowledged." He answered evenly. While she took one way to reach the flight deck, he chose a different, but faster for his bigger frame. He was already waiting for her at the deck. Before the pod was set to leave and before even the bots began to fill in he started up his cloaking ability. In a matter of moments he disappeared out of sight, so that even his transformation could be more heard than actually seen. "Ready." Now in his jet mode a faint hum of his engines was all that suggested his presence. "I'll be ahead of you. Should that change, you will get notified." He waited for the go ahead. He would fly out first. The enemy would not see him coming and that was the plan, for now. Vatimus Prime Dashside
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Post by Pulsewave on Jul 23, 2017 13:44:07 GMT
The decepticon medic had time to think, as the injuries he had to repair for now weren't anything serious, and didn't require his ful concentration. It was then that he decided on suggesting a fight strategy that would, not guarantee victory, but limit their dead to a minimum and repel the enemies much more effectively.
::Attention all units still fighting in the victory. I suggest we fight off out autobot enemies in waves. Take turns and when the first group is in the medibay being repaired, the second is fighting and the third is waiting. Therefore split in three groups. This system is more efficient. Once the first group has been repaired, they go into waiting to ensure their injuries have been patched, group two goes in for repairs and group three goes into the fight. This way our enemies will find endless warriors to fight off and will be defeated sooner. The less serious our injuries are, the easier they are repaired. My squad will bring in those who cannot make it on their own!, Pulsewave out, come in for repairs into backroom 113-E::
He turned then to face his Vehicon companion. "Slapfoot, please provide cover for those who come into the room for repairs. And while they're inside, provide me the tools I need, please."
He announced this on the comm. Link, decepticon comm. Link. And it was soon put into practice. The autotroopers and autobot warriors that had made their way into the Victory were being more effectively repelled now, and those who had made it inside via pods, would soon be exterminated.Slapfoot @livewire Empress Thundercracker Skywarp @highwire
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Post by Highwire | Livewire on Jul 23, 2017 14:26:44 GMT
Livewire looked into the hallway, just outside the ship's bridge. Autotrooper threats had been effectively neutralised, considering they had a steady supply of Vehicons here, as well as himself to defend the command centre. He turned around to face Shadow-Strike, already having an answer in mind, but he froze. Behind Shadow-Strike, through the large window, he could see... Starscream? Yes, the treacherous Seeker was hurtling past the Victory. He walked briskly over to the main computers and pulled up images from the cameras. There it was; footage of Starscream being launched from the Regensis, and then crashing into an unfortunate Seeker. He pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation, the most emotion he had shown thus far.::Someone go retrieve Vehicon A-347 from the hull of the Regenesis.:: He ordered, along with the approximate location of the Seeker in the Regensis. He left the command open, for whoever wanted to take it."No, this task is far more important than our arrangement. That can be dealt with at a more opportune time." Livewire finally answered Shadow-Strike, turning on his heel strut to face him. "The Regensis must fall." He fanned his wings out to emphasise the point, face stern. "Do not fail me." He nodded once more before facing the computers again. He turned back just in time to see Thundercracker injured by the Autobots. ::Thundercracker, retreat to the Victory and find a medic. Skywarp, continue to lead the Seekers.:: He quickly rearranged the Seekers' command. They needed the aerial advantage to clear out those boarding pods. He pulled up the location of Skyspray's signal, and saw that he was moving through the ship fast. Reconsidering Skyspray's importance, he swiped the signal away and reactivated his comm.::Harbinger, change of plans. Secure the Regensis' bridge, but disregard Skyspray. Disrupting the distribution of commands is more important.:: Hopefully, Soundwave would be helping with that too, soon enough. Now all that was left was to wait for the next threat to pop up, which it surely would.
(( Shadowstrike, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Harbinger ))
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Post by Slapfoot on Jul 23, 2017 14:54:49 GMT
Slapfoot lowered his shields and led the team and Pulsewave to the medbay. As they were about to round a corner, Slapfoot raised a servos and turned his head back, signaling them to stop. His visor's color pulsed with hostility, and he rounded the corner alone. He drew his stakes, and they flew from his servos at what he had told them to stop for. A group of autotroopers. Naturally they opened fire, their shots reflecting off Slapfoot's armor. That was why he told the others to wait, if they fired upon the vehicon the reflected shots would pose a danger. The stakes found their mark in the shoulders of two autotroopers. This was no longer a battle for his faction. This was revenge. Revenge for the wounded they just treated. His extra arms came to be, two hooks and two blades in total filling their grip. The skirmish didn't last long, and soon a whistle could be heard, signaling them to continue. If they rounded the corner immediately, Slapfoot could be seen removing his stakes from an autotrooper. He continued to lead them to the medbay. Pulsewave would be used to this type of gore by now, having worked with the towering vehicon before. It didn't change that it wasn't a pretty sight to see, for Slapfoot or for Pulsewave. They found no opposition the rest of the journey, and Slapfoot moved to stand guard at the entrance.
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Post by Skywarp on Jul 23, 2017 15:27:25 GMT
Skywarp grinned. Now he was in control of the power. He opened a commlink to all seeker, projecting his usual bloodthirsty self across the comm.::New orders! You see something, SHOOT IT! I don't want any autobot seeker in the sky, alright?::It was to be expected, of course, that the seeker's tactical significance took a hit, since Skywarp isn't the smartest decepticon. Responding to the order to assist A-347, the seeker flew alongside the Regenesis, warping constantly to avoid its powerful cannon fire. When he reached the decepticon, he laughed uncontrollably. Transforming, he hovered close and spoke directly to the seeker. Hey there Wallplug! You look like you're really stuck in a bad situation.The seeker couldn't help but patronize his comrade. After about 30 seconds of laughing at his own joke, Skywarp grabbed the seeker and warped, taking them both out of the wall. He released him and pointed his patented Bouncy Bomb into the Autobot corridor. Grinning like a madman, he fired, and the bomb would Ricohet around uncontrollably until something strong enough stopped it, or it ran out of inertia. In enclosed spaces, it was deadly. The seeker transformed and flew off again, but not before shouting at Wallplug to get to work.(( Wallplug (Planetron) @rollerjade))
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