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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jul 26, 2017 22:00:01 GMT
Sky wasn't all too surprised or weakened by the first slashes, that had happened before. This all played into his plan however, and that wasn't a bad thing. He let himself get his in the arm and felt the cannon break, but he also got time to move the arm into position and charge up the cannons. The other hit came into his gun, which he also dropped and let the axe carry with it, moving that arm to into position, pointing the weapons on that arm straight at Wreckage. His battlemask was actually the most protected area on his body, just because the face was suck an important place to guard. He didn't attempt to block any of the shots that were aimed for him, taking the shot to the face and chest. The battlemask blocked most damage to the face, letting the bullets embed themselves in it. That didn't mean the force wasn't carried out though, knocking back his helm a little bit. The chest took worse damage, with actual holes being shot in the armor and bullets embedding themselves within his body. Not every bullet penetrated though, thanks to the angling and thickness of the earlier mentioned armor. Energon was leaking, but Sky didn't seem to notice, he just turned his helm back into position and stared down the con who tried to challenge him. He also noticed the con behind him tearing into his armor, though a bit of it was blocked by guns. The stakes indeed did penetrate, just not all the way through. They went in a bit, but stopped before the innermost layer of armor. He felt the pain as they were twisted around, but he ignored it. He had been taught that pain was for the weak, that if you succumbed, you would lose. The best was to fight the pain, no matter the outcome. And now, now it was time to strike back. Wreckage kept attacking his chest area, as that was the biggest target to hit. He didn't seem to care where he hit, as long as he hit. It did damage though, with cuts appearing all acros his frame. This was just what Sky wanted, because there was now nothing that protected the con's unguarded midsection. This was when Sky fired and stomped. During all this time, he had been bleeding, letting energon spill out over the floor. The more recent damage had also added to that amount of energon being distributed to the surroundings. The stomp itself activated it, making the energon all around them light up in a blaze of glory catching fire and burning with an intense heat. This only happened for a few moments before the energon on the ground exceeded its heat capacity and exploded all around them, beneath their pedes and everywhere else it had splattered. At the same time he activated his guns, letting the 225mm tank cannon blast away with its armor piercing shells at the con in front of him. These ones were not as powerful as the shoulder cannons, but they could still go through a short row of vehicons, if they ever stood in one. His 50mm minigun, a weapon tearing vehicons to shreds even faster than his LMG did due to its much higher muzzle velocity and fire rate, (but poorer accuracy at even slight range) began to spew out bullets at a rapid rate into the same section as the tank cannons, which was right below the spark. Both his servos had transformed into SMGs now, which also let loose their payload at the same place. Bullet casings were flying everywhere at this point, and the sound of explosions and gunfire echoed a long way. Still firing, Sky suddenly moved forward, a step, and punched out with the minigun arm, to strike at the upper part of the chest. The minigun was aligned so that it would keep firing, but now into the joint holding Wreckage's arm in place, and if lucky it would even be severed. His coil still crackled a little, sending a weak jolt through the weapons Slapfoot used, nothign too painful, just a little sting as Sky now turned his attention to that mech. Wreckage had likely suffered a lot of damage now, and Sky decide to finish it by an uppercut into the hole he had likely created, but with the cannon in it instead of his fist. If the hit connected, the cannon would fire once more, just to make sure the con wasn't getting back up to attack him any time soon. Now Sky spun around, not too fast but not slow enough that he would be left exposed for too long. He reached his arm behind him and fired the minigun blindly at Slapfoot. He was enraged now, and that was not a good thing for anyone. The whole area was burning now, it really looked like a complete warzone. (( hargablarga Slapfoot ))
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Post by hargablarga on Jul 26, 2017 23:34:37 GMT
The slashes progressively got faster and faster, and with them, more and more cuts opened up on Skyspray's chest. Wreckage tried to keep his arms near to his chest between slashes, for he knew that his opponent would likely attempt to attack his midsection. He was unlucky, because with surprising speed, Skyspray fired into his lower chest. Wreckage's thick armor prevented the shot from going all the way through, but made a huge hole. the force also caused Wreckage to stagger back slightly. The ground around them suddenly ignited as Skyspray stomped the ground. Moments later it exploded, blackening Wreckage's armor and ripping his helmet off due to the sheer force. He took one final, heavy strike with all his force at the area where Skyspray's shoulder met his torso. Then the rest of the attack hit. He inclined his body to the side slightly, holding up his axes and arms to take the brunt of the damage, but even then, the blast from the Autobot's shoulder cannons tore off the lower part of his left arm, which went flying and landed some distance away. Wreckage swung this arm at Skyspray, covering the slightly smaller bot in Energon, hopefully allowing the the lingering fire to ignite him even more. Then, Skyspray stepped forward and punched with his minigun so that it blasted what was left of the arm off. If Wreckage stayed, he knew he would not only go into stasis lock but also die. He grinned at Skyspray. Entertaining fight, Autobot.As Skyspray stepped forward to hit him with his cannon, Wreckage jumped back, the blasted off with his thrusters so that he impacted a wall. He stumbled forward, then fell onto his knees and slumped against the wall. When Skyspray was distracted by the Vehicon, he launched up and ran through the door and down the adjacent hallway. He didn't make it far, because the strain of using the Berserker state to nullify the pain had taken a toll, and it shut down. Without it, the pain came flooding back and his body realized the incredible amount of damage that he had taken. Wreckage closed his eyes as stasis lock took him, and fell to the floor. (( Pulsewave))
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jul 26, 2017 23:57:24 GMT
Vatimus raised his arms in defense of the energy shrapnel. It all just bouncing off of him. They had successfully collided with the Victory and started sinking her as well. This was the opportunity he was looking for. He walked back to the command console and activated the intercom, :All Autobots, evacuate the Regenesis. We're going down. This is not a drill. I repeat, all Autobots, evacuate the Regenesis.:
With that command out of the way, Vatimus looked to the remaining bridge crew and said, "Those of you who want to bail, get in a pod. I have one more thing I need to do." He then opened up the Command Console for one last task, he unlocked the Server Room and began transferring over as much as Teletran One as we could onto a chip. As soon as he finishes this, the lights flicker and he lets out an annoyed groan and heads out to retrieve their AI.
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Post by Shatterbeam on Jul 27, 2017 3:13:31 GMT
If Shortstock wasn't such an optimist, he'd be shakin, terrified. But the way the towering mech saw it, if your opponent talked to you in such a way that you would be compelled to not fight, they, to some extent, feared you. The 38-ft mech rolled his shoulders and looked on solemnly. Shortstock put away his lance and drew his signature blade, the long sword proceeding to split into two halves, forming a two single edged blades with the axe-guards still in place. I gotta ask. Shortstock's optics darted to one of the bodies. Shadow likely saw. Did you offer them that choice? What makes me, so different from them? Shortstock didn't wait for a response, taking a lazy unguarded stance. You see me as a threat, even if the threat is only stopping you from leaving. This time, Shortstock was clearly addressing the other autobots. Get them. I'll see what I can do about this one. Shortstock sighed deeply, again, unguarded. He began to speak again. Ya know, the issue wit- The mech cut himself off as his leg was brought up in an attempt to slam it down on Shadowstrike's knee, while simultaneously the leftmost blade was brought in slashing motion from the right, covering attacks from Shortstock's left. The rightmost blade was angled in a stab, with the blade facing right, protecting Shortstock from attacks on the right. What made matters worse was that since Shortstock was so much larger than Shadow-Strike, he could easily reach further and strike him from a range where Shadow would not be able to retaliate. This was such a range.
Shatterbeam and Scatterblast begun their assault. Epsilon's bullets bounced harmlessly off Scatterblast's armor and were blocked by Shatterbeam's shield. Scatter swung his axe in a horizontal slash, since his opponent had placed their back to the core to avoid getting hit, they couldn't move backwards to dodge it. They would have to jump, which was a bad idea considering Scatterblast held a hatchet in his left servos in case such a method was tried. Shatter stabbed around his shield, never letting his guard drop. His hearing also allowed him to know when one of the saboteurs was about to fire, and he could block in time. Eventually his opponent would be backed into a corner, with nowhere to go.
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Post by Compass on Jul 27, 2017 3:22:04 GMT
"Oh, Primus, don't say that," said Compass. The lack of anger from Livewire was sort of reassuring, really, and the projected route gave Compass a direction to start following. "It looks like you'll arrive at your destination before me. Stay safe--and, thanks. For before, I mean." With a wave of his hand he had what was left of Lambda following him, and the white seeker offered the other a forced smile before departing. He was headed in the opposite direction. His departure gate was about a klick in this new direction, and thankfully, within shielded walls. Admittedly he had to duck around the spikes his cee-oh had decided needed to be embedded within their opponent's ship, and at one point ran face-first into an offending metal protrusion upon rounding a corner. A few of his squad chuckled. He shook himself off, rubbing his visor. Thankfully it wasn't cracked. With a hand resting on the spike, Compass slid around it to the other side and spun. He froze, listening to the intercom coming from...someone, though he knew not who. But they sounded important and imposing, and clearly held some position of power. This Autobot was ordering an evacuation of their ship. How interesting. Compass held a hand to the side of his helm, patching through to Livewire again as he walked. ::Sir, the Autobots were just given the order to evacuate the Regenesis.:: Careful wording ensured that his message--a literal repeat of what the unknown 'bot had said--would not be misunderstood. An idea came to him. "You guys should keep following the designated path," he said to one of the Lambda members, flicking his wrist to pull up a small holographic representation of the orders received from Livewire. "You'll end up close to the bride on our ship.""What about you sir?" asked one of them. "That announcement just paved the way for some redemption. There's something else I need to do. Don't concern yourselves with me, please, just follow Livewire's orders." Before any more protests could be levied at him, Compass started running, abandoning his pre-planned escape path and heading instead for where he believed an escape pod bay resided. Highwire | Livewire
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Post by Slapfoot on Jul 27, 2017 14:06:02 GMT
When Skyspray stomped, it didn't take a genius to see the energon heating up. Gripping the stakes with his servos, Slapfoot brought out his less-blades and attempted to stab them into Skyspray's back, lifting him higher and away from the energon. Since he was further and there wasn't much energon behind Sky, Slapfoot was relatively unharmed. Struggling to keep grip as Skyspray began his assault, Slapfoot drew the stakes out with minimal effort and brought out his blades hooks. He attempted to force the end of the hook into the hole created by the stakes, and since the hole was widened, the hooks would be able to embed themselves internally very easily. Slapfoot would then, if everything had gone as planned so far, withdraw his pede-blades and push off of Skyspray, servos still on the hooks. If the hooks were indeed where he hoped, this would rip away a great deal of armor from Skyspray's lower back.
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Post by Bluewing on Jul 27, 2017 15:19:40 GMT
Bluewing drove his shuttle with half of his squad, that was, three vehicons with explosives, towards the coordinates Whiteflier had given him and was there in no time. The entrance to the shuttle opened. It had a small space so that people from space could go in and not disrupt the shuttle's interior, because of the vacuum of space.
Whiteflier leaped into this space, which closed and adjusted to the internal atmosphere, he also deactivated his cloak, the second cloak to hide his heat signature and his radar deflectors. It would be safe inside the shuttle. He smiled under his helmet after seeing his partner in one piece. Bluewing reciprocated the gesture, but they weren't about to get emotional when the situation was so critical. Much less with three vehicons as witnesses, so Whiteflier joined Blue at the controls of the shuttle, quietly.
::Good to see you, Wingling:: ::It's good to see you too... where are we heading now?. Did you get to complete your mission, because i sure didn't. Barely made it into the Regenesis before our great Commander ordered us to head back:: ::Now now, have you seen the ships?, they're so broken, if you had gone into the Regenesis for real you probably wouldn't have had time to get out. And what would I do?:: ::Probably die, you can't take care of yourself... i keep forgetting that. You fragger, once we land i'm teaching you at least basic first aid:: ::Eh... we'll see about that.:: Bluewing sighed, he knew a bit, but he was useless when it came to repairing anything.
They went around the Victory's spikes and watched the scene. It was disastrous... and since it was nearby, ish. The decepticon shuttle was landed just over the bridge. ::Maybe you can tell Commander Livewire how unhappy you are with his planning:: ::BLuewing!, I thought you wanted me to stick around. He'd have me killed or something...:: The blue seeker cackled and called said commander in his private comm. link. Although he must have heard them landing for sure.
::Commander Livewire, Bluewing here, along with Whiteflier and half the Sigma squad. We are just over the bridge. I suggest abandoning the Victory, like the bots are doing. Do you want to come into our shuttle??:: ::Are you serious?, I'm sure the commander has better things to do than coming in here. BLue!:: ::Whiteflier, stop it already... Enough. He's our Commander, show some respect!.: The other just huffed, folding his arms in disagreement, and turning away from his conjunx.Highwire | Livewire
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Post by Shadowstrike on Jul 27, 2017 19:11:23 GMT
With his optics locked on Shortstock, Shadow-Strike could easily tell the moment that the mech had decided to commit to his next course of action. It wasn't particularly one single action, a simple tightening of his stance and a darkening glimmer in his optics where just a few among others signs, but it was enough for the assassin as he began to subtly shift his own position. A second later though anyone could realize the future course of the battle as the Autobot began to unsheathe his signature blade.
The glance towards one of the engineers epsilon squad had killed upon arrival just provided further certainty as the bot continued to speak. His speech about pity and fairness though was easily ignored by the mercenary even as Shadow-Strike began to observe the others in the room. His examination of the members of Epsilon squad was quick, having already done so before hand all that was required was a quick check of both the currently defending mech's to tell neither where melee experts. A rather significant problem considering the two Autobot's who possessed melee weapons, and though not particularly dangerous at range would become lethal in close combat.
A problem considering if Epsilon Squad was dispatched quickly the mech would be stuck against multiple threats each possessing talents that would be difficult to overcome when combined. As a consequence choosing to protect the members of Epsilon Squad was a simple decision even as Shortstack began to command them. With a glance Shadow-Strike looked at them both, the first of which was Shatterbeam, a post mortium case review from the fallen members of Zeta Squad had shown the mech to be disorientated by the noise of the battle, an easy exploitable weakness especially if unprepared. In contrast Scatterblast would be harder, the amount of data currently on hand for him wasn't particularly noteworthy though it did suggest the standard expectations of a larger mech.
A moment later though Shadow-Strike had no time to think as he was forced backwards, his thrusters activated in his chest sending him hurtling backwards out of melee range before he returned attention to the two mech's on either side of him. Then he was off, another activation of his thrusters lacking heat or any real noise sent him hurtling towards Scatterblaster as his blade lashed forward in a horizontal arc designed to decapitate the mech. As he did so the Epsilon mech dealing with the Autobot tried to run, hoping that Shadow-Strike would stop any retaliation and if successful escape in his alternative mode.
The attack against Scatterbeam occurred almost in union, as the device attached to the engine controls memory core bleeped, a second later the entire room was ovwerwhelmed with thousands of different noises each and everyone of them playing at receptor shattering heights while the speaker system thrummed and screeched in agony. In an attempt to capitalize on the sound the Decepticon who Shatterbeam had been charging at fired three shots towards the Autobot's already damaged chestplating before rushing past regardless of the damage done.
Ahead of the two, the other members of Epsilon Squad where already rushing through the main corridor as only Shadow-Strike and the Autobot's remained (regardless of whether Epsilon's last two members had escaped or died). Around them the lights of the ship began to flicker, as the ship engines behind them began to stutter.[ Shatterbeam ]
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jul 27, 2017 19:43:24 GMT
He felt more things being shoved into his back, and grunted slightly. This was an annoying little vehicon. He kept trying to reach the vehicon with his arm, letting the miningun blast away behind him, hopefully hitting at least some parts of the con. He realized it was no use trying to get him away from him by conventional methods, it was time to do it the hard way. His two shoulder cannons began to move back and turn around, aiming back at Slapfoot. While they were kind of broken, and not reliable right now, they were better than nothing. They were both loaded with HEF shells, and now fired at Slapfoot, at basically point blank range. They would most likely hit the mech as the con fell down and took his outer armor with it. However what also happened was that the canons broke even more, as they weren't whole fron the start and the force now expanded the previous holes already in them. It hurt like scrap but he had to endure, everything depended on it. It was a vehicon, after all, how could it be such a challenge. The only other vehicon he had met who wasn't a stupid drone was Taggon... but wait, had he not mentioned others like him too? Maybe this was one of them. It was worth a try. He had now turned around fully, prepared to blast the con to bits. Don't try your luck, is that what Taggon would have wanted? If he was wrong, and the con fought back, then Sky would not waste any time or ammo on gunning the con down, with everything that he had available. However, if the con didn't attack, and withdrew instead, Sky would not stop him or attack. It was better to save ammo for Tarn now, besides he was starting to run low on some types now. Slapfoot
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Post by WheelSpin on Jul 27, 2017 20:45:24 GMT
After receiving the notification about the evacuation Wheelspin commed ShadowZone next. The flier was reliable to appear where he was needed and his speed would ensure that he appeared there quickly. He glanced around the destruction that befell both of the ships, ignoring the shuttle that had arrived to pick up a squad of Decepticons fleeing from about the same area where he had earlier been sniping. Why else would it hover there for a short while and then leave? It wasn't worth the effort. Instead he walked across the desired distance of the ship, peering over its side. He was trying to discern if there was anything that he could do to help or to defend any of those fleeing their ship. Three of the vehicon fliers came charging from around one side of Regenesis firing a salvo of shots towards one of the pods that had been just lifting away from the ship's side, carrying a load of survivors. Wheelspin knelt, keeping himself secured to the side of the ship for the moment. He set his rifle against his shoulder, resting his digit on the trigger while he set the sights on the first of the fliers. He followed the arch it made to pull up and get into a better position to unleash its wrath - and shoot several of the missiles - at the Autobot rescue pod. Wheelspin pulled the trigger. The Vehicon jerked, then exploded, larger and smaller pieces flying every which way, some right at the other two fliers. One veered of sharp to the left, the other sharp to the right, while some of their fellow Decepticon's sharpnel flew and jabbed into their sides and wings. He adjusted his aim to the one on the left and fired again. One engine flickered and died, with the power coming still from the second. It forced the vehicon flier into an uncontrolled spin. This continued up until he smashed hard against the Victory a short while later. Wheelspin did not waste time watching how the second would meet his end, but focused on the third. He fired. This time there was no explosion, no spin, nothing but the sudden stop of ... pretty much everything. The engines were dead, if there had been any lights on the vehicon, they were dead as well. It was a clean kill. the jet just continued on its way, carried by the speed it had before its demise getting further and further away from the battlefield, drifting off into space. In the mirror on his car door he spotted an enemy flier moving in to fire at his location and dove over the side of the ship. The jagged spear was released from the launcher into which his free servo transformed, a thick line of cable following suit. It embedded itself into the ship's plating swinging it's owner across the side. He landed a few metres lower. The rifle was swung back over his shoulder while his now free servo was replaced with his null ray. As the two fliers came into view he shot four shots in quick succession. The thrusters stalled, remaining in the same position unable to slow the two fliers, nor allow them to change direction. The first shot had been for the engine of each of the two fliers, the second was for the mechanism that would allow the missiles to be released. His null ray switched to scatterblaster unloading round after round into the two until an explosion announced their end. He turned as a flier exploded above. The death of this one would not be on him, but on ShadowZone's missile. Two more were chased by the jet, until the missiles were deployed and the enemy fliers exploded, another escape pod out of harm's way. ShadowZone materialised or rather came into full view, near Wheelspin and slowed down. No words were said, the meaning clear. Hop on. And wheelspin did, somewhat uneasily. Seated at the back of the jet, ShadowZone did not bother to turn on his cloaking ability. After all, Wheelspin would still be seen, even if he did. More fliers were spotted, diving in for a shot at the shuttles that carried the evacuated. "How many missiles do you have left?" The response made him scowl. "Alright, we'll save those for any bigger ships we see on the way. Lets shoot this lot out of the ..." he hesitated, it wasn't exactly sky, but anyway. "The old way." Holding onto the flier they proceeded to chase and eliminate the five vehicon fliers that would have otherwise shot down the friendly's shuttle. After a while of playing chase and kill with the Decepticon aerial force, Wheelspin spotted a shuttle further down the side of the Regenesis. "Lets investigate." He sent to ShadowZone who simply complied making the dive. As they began to near the new target, Wheelspin and ShadowZone noticed two things. One, The shuttle was not there by accident and was pretty much waiting on someone, and two, that someone came into view. One of the decepticons was a beastformer, the rest looked like a squad of not exactly warrior type looking vehicons. Empress
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Post by Empress on Jul 27, 2017 20:48:24 GMT
Twitch's half of the sigma squad had managed to lay down a handful of explosives around some of the smaller cannons before the evacuation order was issued. The squad stepped back to admire their handy work as it was detonated before retreating to the safety of the shuttle.
Empress, not having a communication system of her own, was left out of the retreat order. So she continued to tear into cannons and guns as she was still following initial orders. Twitch was too busy assisting sigma squad get into the shuttle to command his pet to retreat. By the time he realized that he had forgotten to send the signal, Empress had already disappeared.
The predacon did not have the same magnetized boots as the sigmas did, so as a result she was tossed from the failing ship the moment they hit turbulence. Twitch was unsuccessful in locating his pet with his data pad, and determined that the shock from earlier fried the predacon's tracking unit. The shuttle's computers offered no help either.
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Post by Highwire | Livewire on Jul 27, 2017 21:05:43 GMT
"The Faithless Looter?" Livewire echoed. It took him a moment to remember who owned that ship, midst more pressing matters. As in, the large Autobot starship. Pressing down on them. ::Now is-:: His comm. link cut out momentarily, as the Victory shook violently. His plating rattled, and his vents hissed. ::Now is not the most opportune moment.:: He was in no mood to entertain Backbeat. What could be more 'urgent' than the predicament he had on his servos right now? ::He can meet us on Cybertron.:: When they crash, he didn't bother to add. At least the Regenesis was going down with them.
He received another comm. and closed the line with the Vehicon, opening this new one. ::Good work, Intrepid. Await further orders, and kill any Autobots you see.::And now another comm. Compass? He had already told him to retreat. ::Hm. Understood.:: If the Regenesis was evacuating, perhaps the Victory should follow suite. Still, he didn't want their ships stuck together when they went down. They would not be riding this out together. He slid the switches up, and the spikes began their discordant song. The smaller spikes screeched against the metal of the Regenesis as they were forcibly dragged through, causing even more havoc. At the same time, he instructed his pilots to put all power into the thrusters, so that they could begin to fly out from under the Regenesis. The spikes pointed upwards once again, faster than it had taken for them to be deployed. Without something to anchor the Regenesis to them, they had more freedom to move away, and the Victory slid out from under them. Heavily damaged, the Victory didn't have a lot of time left in the air. Eventually, Cybertron's atmosphere would drag them down. They were more air worthy than the Regenesis though, and so Livewire made it his job to move away from the Autobots, as far as he could drag the Victory along. Now that the ship wasn't going through the turmoil of separating itself from the Regenesis, he opened another faction-wide comm.::Decepticons, get to a shuttle or boarding pod. The time has come to evacuate.:: And, just in time, someone had come to pick him up. Though he hadn't remembered asking for the help, he certainly wouldn't turn it down. He looked up at the ceiling of the bridge, thinking it over. While he could find a shuttle of his own, this was quicker. While he could fly down to Cybertron in alt mode, this was safer, and gave him a small ship with which to continue commanding. And he did want to guarantee that Highwire had a way off, though he was sure she could survive on her own.::Highwire, abandon your mission. Get down to the bridge. And I mean it.:: He commed. his sister swiftly. He activated the thrusters in his wings and boosted himself up to the ceiling of the bridge, placing a rectangular bomb on the surface he calculated was right under the entrance to the shuttle. ::Coming now. Open the entrance.:: He replied to Bluewing, glancing around at his Vehicon co-pilots. "Set a course for Cybertron's surface, then gather around me." As the Vehicons set to work, Livewire watched the timer on his bomb tick down until it hit zero. The explosion blew a hole in the roof, revealing the shuttle that had parked right above the spot. Perfect.
He reactivated the thrusters in his wings as he jumped up into the shuttle, but the vacuum of space did a good job of sucking him up. He landed inside the shuttle on his pedes, and he waited for the Vehicons to join him. When they had all boarded, he still didn't let them leave. "Wait for my sister." He ordered Bluewing.
Highwire laughed as the Pet lunged at Dashside, and her optics twinkled when she saw the Pairblade floating in front of her. She tried to slash at the Pairblade, but it was rather sturdy. Not only that, but when she tried to evade it, it moved with a mind of its own, blocking her from reaching Dashside. She was an impatient femme. Her optics widened as she caught sight of Dashside flinging the Pet into a group of Vehicons, but that also meant it was her turn to fight.She bore her denta in a wide grin that reached from optic to optic, and her thrusters could be heard powering up. With a burst of power, she propelled herself into the air, high enough to miss the Pairblade's swing. She landed on the Pairblade and kicked off from it, jumping back into the air before the Greatsword could slice through her torso. She landed lightly on her pedes, smiling sweetly. As soon as she did, she tilted her wings and boosted to the left, evading any injury to her shoulder. However, it still struck the tip of her wing, which began to trickle energon down its plating. She brushed off the injury instantly and focused on evading the next attack, jumping backwards. She avoided the brunt of the Pairblade's attack, but not before the tip of the sword sliced through her shin armour. Still, at least her leg hadn't been chopped off or something. With the barrage of attacks avoided, she dashed forward, using her thrusters to help propel her towards Dashside. Her servo curled into a fist as she sliced her right arm blade upwards, aiming for Dashside's chest. Meanwhile, her left arm's armour fanned out into a shield, which she used to deflect any shots from Vehicons or attacks from the Pairblade. She used the momentum from slashing her arm blade up to bring it back down onto Dashside's remaining winglet, deciding that they should be a matching pair. She was about to embed her sword into Dashside, when she received a comm. Not wanting it to distract her from a fight, she retracted her blade and deployed both arm shields, jumping backwards once again.::What?! I just got here!:: She exclaimed, optics flaring. Unfortunately, Livewire had already closed the comm. link. With a groan, she turned back to the Autobots. Was she supposed to just let them get the thrusters? Well, she guessed the door would hold them for a bit longer. And the ship was going down anyway. Sooo..."This doesn't mean you won or anything!" Highwire clarified to Dashside. She stuck her glossa out at the shorter femme before she began her retreat. "You! Retrieve the Pet when it's done mauling!" She pointed at a helpless Vehicon, the unlucky one who had to go restrain that thing. She almost felt sorry for them, especially since she had snapped the chain. Oh wait. She didn't. She laughed as she began her transformation sequence. Her flight was hampered due to her injured wing, but she still flew at incredible speeds. She made it to the bridge, albeit reluctantly. Activating her thrusters, she too boosted into the shuttle, grumbling something about her 'fun' being ruined. The only reaction she got was Livewire rolling his optics at her."We're ready to go."(( Backbeat, Vatimus Prime, Intrepid, Bluewing, Dashside, The Pet ))
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Post by Slapfoot on Jul 28, 2017 16:43:07 GMT
The very moment Skyspray's arm began to move, Slapfoot's arms shot out, shields simultaneously forming to almost fully cover his front and back, but not before the minigun got a few shots off into the vehicon's lower back. His armor stripped off, and the cannon fire thudded against Slapfoot's shield. It absorbed the shot, but it wouldn't be able to block the firepower forever. Slapfoot was not to be deterred, however, as the cannons were now incredibly damaged. Angered, Slapfoot drew his blades and was about to strike the exposed back when a few words stopped him. Nobody knew that name. Not even the Decepticon faction had the name on file, only an number. How could this mech, the same that killed so many other vehicons, possibly know that name? Slapfoot, stopped, and lifted the shredded pieces of Skyspray's armor, depositing it into sub space. After, he walked around Skyspray towards the hallway Wreckage had found himself in. Before he left however, he put away his rightmost blade and raised the one that resided in the vehicon's left servo. The vehicon set the blade across his right forearm, and in a sharp motion cut it open. Not a deep cut, just barely deep enough to bleed. The vehicon turned the arm over, and let the energon fall from the arm. The entire scene could be interpreted in any possible way, but it was nonetheless quizzical. Slapfoot's helm turned slightly to the side, to glare backwards at the former Prime. His voice was hoarse, but the words he said were easily understood.
Memento mori.
The vehicon walked back to Wreckage, and carried the large mech on the inside of his shield, a gladiatorial tradition. The vehicon then sprinted to get them to an escape pod, his mind racing as fast as his body was.
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Post by Dashside on Jul 28, 2017 19:02:52 GMT
The battle had been raging on some time now, and even the ship itself was starting to be torn apart. But that didn't matter to him. The mech trudged across his quarters, which despite the shaking and damage dealt to the ship, remained pristine. Moving to his desk, he picked up a datapad as it flickered to life. Towards Peace, first edition. That was it's title. The title of the book that had brought him this far. Authoured by Megatron himself, Megatron the leader. Megatron the Decepticon. Placing the datapad back on it's rightful place on the desk, not even a degree or millimetre out of place, he reached for something else on the table - and placed it on his face. The Decepticon insignia. Tarn had the time to prepare. Even as the ship was being destroyed around him, he knew he still had time. After all, his quarry would wait as long as necessary, it was a fight he wasn't prepared to miss. Tarn knew this, and kept that fact close to his processor. Outstretching his right arm, he beheld his dual fusion cannon, looking it over in awe. It hummed in a low tone, energy flowing into it's firing chamber in preparation for the coming fight. A fight, Tarn thought, that he should finally begin. Striding out of his quarters, very few thoughts hung on his mind. Skyspray, the son of Kaon, the first Kaon. The Kaon that was now lost to him - at Skyspray's hands no less. All that remained of the DJD was Tarn and the Pet, though the latter had left Tarn's care since Kaon's death. And much like how they were the only remnants of the DJD, Skyspray was the only remnant of the List. Tarn had neglected to update it since the fall of Megatron, refusing the orders of their new leaders, such as this "Livewire". He might be a competent leader, but no Megatron - and that meant he was nobody worth serving. Within time, evacuation alarms blared as explosions continued to rock the ship, Vehicons and the like scurrying down hallways to their escape pods, but not Tarn - he had business. Skyspray's battlecries and challenges echoed down the corridor, and Tarn knew that he would find his target here. Stepping over Wreckage's corpse-like body, Tarn watched as Skyspray and Slapfoot engaged in combat. The mech raised his fusion cannons at the pair, but soon lowered them. It was too cheap of a shot, and an ending as quick as that was not one that Skyspray deserved. Not after what he had done to Kaon. "Your work is to be admired." Tarn's voice boomed, as he looked upon Slapfoot. "But your services are no longer required. Leave. This is DJD business - and I won't ask a second time." With that, Tarn stepped forward, looking over Skyspray's beaten body. The Vehicon and Wreckage had certainly tenderised the meat, but Tarn wouldn't under-estimate the Autobot. "Come along now Skyspray, the time of your execution has been delayed long enough."
((Skyspray (Aquahaze) @hargablarga Slapfoot ))
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Post by ShadowZone on Jul 29, 2017 5:59:41 GMT
They saw the explosions happen and that made ShadowZone speed up, which had his load clutching for a better hold on his sleek frame. while the sheep was already soon to be lost the more damage it sustained meant that there would be more that needed repairing. In theory. If there was enough of the ship that remained once it actually crashed. Never the less, it was an Autobot vessel and the Decepticons would be chased for causing damage to it. ShadowZone dove towards the shuttle in which the squad of vehicons had just begun disappearing and readied his missiles. Wheelspin on the other hand spotted his second target that was mauling one of the guns. He readied his speargun, the hook attached to a cable and aimed it a few metres higher and more to the left of where the predacon was currently situated. He shot the cable while jumping of ShadowZone. He was carried by the momentum of a moving target and directed towards Empress by the tug of the cable that had sunk into the armour. A moment later he saw the Predacon being dislodged from the ship's plating and begin to fall. He cursed. Their paths would meet mid flight. He couldn't cut the cable or else he might end up flying off into space with nobody there to retrieve him. His shield, the spread almost like liquid over his frame, was turned on. Moments later he was bracing himself for impact with the Predacon, if he overshot that, he could still use his cable to pull himself to the ship. In the case of collision though he'd grab hard on the frame he was crashing into, trying to get the predacon in a sort of headlock. He's accounted for slamming into her from behind, but it was yet to be seen if the Predacon noticed him and reacted in time. If they did collide the momentum would carry them to slam into the ship that was now descending towards Cybertron. He'd just do his best to hang on. ShadowZone dived for the shuttle after, the first two missiles, of the heat seeking sort, fired at Twich's shuttle. Empress
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jul 29, 2017 6:24:07 GMT
It was time. It was finally time. The moment he'd been waiting for for so long. Slapfoot ran but he was of no concern anymore. None of them were. There was only one thing now, and that was Tarn. Sky turned as to face Tarn directly, his wounded frame still burning in some places. He looked straight into the other mech's optics, his own gaze filled with the deepest of hatreds. While he may be damaged, he would absolutely not go down without a fight. My execution? Finally. I was beginning to think you didn't care anymore. I agree it is time for an execution, it just won't be my life going to waste. How many have you killed, How many of those deserved to die? That's why I killed them. Vos, Tesarus, Helex, all of them. They deserved it, and so do you. He stated calmly, trying to contain himself. He was ready to turn off his audials if he noticed anything feel off in his spark. It was no use fighting if that was how it all ended. He took one slow step forward, observing the embodiment of evil. This was really one of these moments. One should stand, one should fall. Not moving much, the pulse cannons in his legs fired a volley at Tarn's cannon, which was the most dangerous thing about him. Disable that and it would be an easy fight. Dashside
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Pulsewave
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Post by Pulsewave on Jul 29, 2017 15:26:44 GMT
The Vehicons who were fighting against Dash and her autrotroopers, and supporting The Pet and Highwire, were also warned to leave the ship. Evacuate, and Pulsewave, their main support until then, asked them to please retire and escape in the nearby shuttles. The ship wasn't worth fighting for, not anymore. And the disposable soldiers were happy to obligue, soon fleeing the corridors, which were still barely lit, and taken their injured with them. Leaving behind, however, and sadly, piles of empty carcasses. Sparkless and dull.
Pulsewave had his hands full. He had barely got Swindle working again. The mech wouldn't leak to death, but he needed new limbs, which they didnt have, so vehicon ones, with similar size, were attached. And then he was encouraged to tske a shuttle, like everyone else. The amount of time they had was unknown to the medic, but it was an emergency, so he used the special hidden routes that went from the medibay to a specialised line of shuttles in the hangar, ready to carry injured warriors in case of... in a situation like this. He hurried everybody, making sure the shuttles were filled completely and reminding his two medical teams to take equipment with them, even dismantling some of the less common equipment really quicklyx between a few mechs, and stuffing it in their subspace. They could rebuild it once they landed.
He looked around for Slapfoot. But the other mech was gone, he had been gone for a very, very long time. He cursed, scolding himself mentally for not noticing the absence of his friend. But he had been so busy fixing everyone that he simply didn't... have time to check on him. That was irresponsible of him, if he was religious he woulf have prayed, but even if he didn't really believe in Primus or the guiding hand, he asked whatever it was up there if there was anything, even if it was the universe itself, to look after the Vehicon soldier, he hoped and wished Slapfoot would be okay, wherever he had wondered off to.
::Commander Livewire, The medibay and nearby areas as well as injured are all secured and safe, hallways should be practically empty, I am boarding a medically equipped shuttle and we'll all evacuate the Victory during the next few minutes.:: He explained his superior.
Once every single injured decepticon, the medical teams and anyone else they found in their way there, were safe inside a shuttle or escape pod, and only then, Pulsewave boarded one of them medical shuttles and continued to do his work. Otherwise, his conscience would start biting back at him for ignoring it for so long. And he couldn't afford it, not just yet... he needed to keep himself busy.@definitelynotswindle Dashside Highwire | Livewire
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Post by Compass on Jul 29, 2017 16:43:46 GMT
Compass engaged his cloak. He would have done this sooner, but before he hadn't encountered much in the way of Autobot resistance. That had changed quite soon after the evacuation announcement, because as he kept moving towards his new destination he began seeing more and more panicked cannon fodder. Simple infantry without specialization or officially-recognized designations beyond their factory default letter-number hierarchies. 'Bots who didn't think to engage their thermal scans or energon detectors. As a result, Compass moved relatively smoothly. He half-followed the crowd since the crowd were going to lead him right to his destination. And they did. Working quickly and quietly, Compass ducked down into a side maintenance corridor that barely fit him and his enormous protruding wing struts. It was close, but he managed to reach the row of escape pods first. Emerging, he reached one of the control panels as the autotroopers started to advance on his position, slamming his fist into it and causing the empty pod to launch. Managing to launch a second empty pod, he dropped to his knees as the synthesized voices drew near enough for him to make out precisely what they were saying. Compass, staying low to the ground, moved forward along the wall. He took out the thermo-mine that was supposed to have been exchanged with Whiteflier, although they never got the chance to complete their original mission. The scout's digits flew over the mine's controls, programming the targeting parameters in a few short keystrokes. Then he stood back up and kicked the thing into the crowd blocking his path. A blast from Compass's pistol took out two of the autotroopers and alerted the rest of the 'bots in the hallway, who drew their weapons were drawn and a hail of fire commenced in the docking hallway as the basketball-sized explosive conked one of the 'bots right on the helm. That caused it to fly off to the right slightly more than Compass had anticipated, and as it landed it erupted in a fiery display that lit up the whole of the docking area. A stray blaster shot hit the wall above him, sending sparks showering down on top of him. The scout covered his head and was sent hurtling backwards by the force of the explosion, crashing into a wall with force enough to crack his visor and wing. Both showered down a few sparks and small trails of smoke as he slid down and slumped on the floor, his cloak failing and flickering. It was a good thing there weren't any autotroopers left standing who could take advantage of that. Compass panted and coughed to clear the smoke out of his exhaust vents. He tapped the side of his head and his display flickered back to life, although his sight was no longer perfect. That didn't matter, all he needed was a point of reference and his eidetic memory would do the rest. Grabbing the wall and using it to pull himself up and remain steady, he continued down the length of the hall, ejecting every single empty escape pod that was still functional. Those he could not eject, he destroyed the control panels of to make sure that they couldn't be utilized even by an expert technician. There was no way even the most experienced engineer could fix them in such a short stretch of time. The Regenesis suddenly gave a violent shake, sending Compass to the ground. The lights flickered and he could hear the engines sputter. They must be hitting atmosphere now. There were just two pods left, he couldn't stop or he would be torn to shreds. "Come...on," he muttered as he struggled back up to his feet. That blast must have disrupted his equilibrium projectors if he was having this much trouble staying upright. "Just...gotta...get to the pod..." The sound of heavy footfalls alerted him that he wouldn't have time to launch the last empty pod before making his escape. Not that it mattered, the second-to-last pod had damaged controls, it couldn't be used. "Frag," the scout groaned as he pulled himself to the final pod and his final hope. Just as he did the fated autotroopers rounded the corner into the hallway. They began shouting and firing while Compass punched in the launch sequence, getting some free hits on him. Compass let out a shout of pain as he barreled into the doors just before they shut and the emergency locks clamped from inside the pod. He laid on the floor as he listened to the muffled sound of blaster fire, and then the muffled sound of the engines as they fired up. He was in the clear...at least until he landed and the Autobots mistook his escape pod's automatic distress signal for one of their own squadrons in need of assistance.
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Post by Empress on Jul 29, 2017 18:37:54 GMT
There was always one issue for those with acute senses; they were easily overwhelmed. It was because of this that Empress was unable to notice the lurking Autobot until it was too late. The only reaction she was able to manage before the collision was the rotation of her body so that her back was facing away. Empress bared her denta at her attacker after the initial shock dissipated. He was interfering with her task to take out enemy guns. This was unacceptable. The creature tried to snap at Wheelspin, though the task proved difficult due to his grip. She would have called for help had she been able to. Unable to bite her opponent, Empress attempted to move her wings to dislodge him. Before she could see the effects of her efforts, the pair slammed into the falling ship. The force of the impact caused the ship's hull to indent, lodging the flailing predacon firmly in place. Twitch had been frantically fidgeting with his data pad when one of the shuttle's many panels lit up in red. Sigma squad notified their pilot who seemed to be very irate at the interruption. "What is it now?! Ah... Scrap." Projectiles had locked on to the shuttle. Twitch now focused on the controls, attempted to pull manoeuvres that he would normally use in his alt mode. Of course flying the shuttle wasn't the same as flying yourself. One of the missiles had hit the outer airlock door, causing some unpleasant turbulence. The other had gone haywire after the shuttle disappeared among the fires of the still going battle. While the shuttle was armoured, it was not armed. They would either have to outlast the Autobot or drop off of the radar. WheelSpin
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jul 29, 2017 20:02:15 GMT
Vatimus stopped at the server room when the transfer was at ninety-nine percent. He turned around and kneeled down with his Photon Burst Rifle aimed at the exit for all of a few seconds. Once the download was complete he slammed the button to eject the storage device. A small drive popped out the server as he yanked it out and slipped it into the back of his head. It was a dizzying sensation, though after a moment of holding onto the wall, he shook it off, "Testing... Testing. Are you working?"
As Vatimus walked out into the halls, the entire ship shook... They were breaking into the Atmosphere. He had to get out now... Though one last thing before they get out. He went over to a terminal and accessed with him control of the ship. With a few button clicks, he had set the entire ship to jettison every possible section in the next few minutes. With that he made his way to the flight deck as Teletran One began communicating in his head in a very robotic voice, :Boot Complete, I am functioning normally. Hello Prime, Vatimus.:
Vatimus walked across the flight deck and responded as he boarded a shuttle, "Alright, remain silent and keep me updated on information combat information." He walked to the front of the shuttle as a bunch of Autotroopers boarded the shuttle as well. The took off from the Flight deck and flew along the crashing Regenesis as it broke away from the Victory and went off in a different direction. All the shuttles headed in that direction as well. The battle was pretty much over, though there was one last thing he needed to do. His shuttle flew alongside the same one as Livewire as he started threatening the Decepticon Warlord by many different means.
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