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Post by WheelSpin on Jul 29, 2017 20:45:24 GMT
Wheelspin held on as the crash settled them against the ship's side. His shield was turned off to save energy. It flickered out, slowly inching its way back to the centre before completely disappearing. His arms were lodged around the predacon's body. If he wanted them free he had to get them both dislodged from the ship's hull. Briefly he glanced over his shoulder armour in the direction they were going. He couldn't wait for the ship to land. They were going to crash and where they were both now, it would mean their deaths almost as certainly as Empress lay lodged in the armour. He cursed silently and shifted his body so that his legs were planted against either side of the indented plating. He could feel the trembling of the ship as it began to enter atmosphere. "We'll resume our fighting once I get us dislodged." He warned the Predacon, glaring at her claws. Even so, he did not wait for a reaction but pulled harshly. There was some whine of the plating but nothing happened. He tried again. There was a slight shift. A third time and with a sudden 'pop' the force carried them away from the ship only to press them into it again, as it continued to descend. Free, but not fully free unless they managed to jump away far enough to get the ship to descend ahead of them. While wrestling with Empress anew, he managed to spare a moment to see where ShadowZone was, only to realise that the other bot had gone off to chase after the shuttle. His optics thus locked on Empress's own. ".....Hope those things can fly." There was a rather angry whine when he felt her claws scrape over his, rather perfect, finish and dig in. "Hey! Watch it!" Since he had no time to complain further he readjusted his grip on one of Empress's wings then shoved it in front of him, he ducked under it. If successful, he'd have shifted his grip again, to hold her a little under her chassis, and he would be back first against the ship, while her back would be against him. If he was able to get that far, his next course of action was to use one of the passing escape shuttles as a sort of leverage by shooting his grappling hook at it. It was just enough to yank them away from the ship, enough to give them space, and he would have wanted more, but the spear lost its grip tearing itself out of the shuttle. He wasn't sure if there was not additional damage to the arm to which the launcher was attached. The metal had strained and tore in places. Well, now they there were mid air, and he still clung to Empress as they began their descend. He tried comming Shadowzone. No response. The bot was probably still busy and there was no way he'd reach them in time. ---- ShadowZone had proceeded to chase after Twitch, once the shuttle ducked away from their current location. His machine gun took aim at the shuttle's tail and began to unload salvo of shots after shots into it's armour. He dived off to the side briefly as debris from the ship and some escape pods came in between him and Twitch. And then he was back on the tail of the shuttle, intent on bringing it down or causing enough damage by which he could have it crash. Empress
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Post by Starscream on Jul 29, 2017 21:47:33 GMT
The Air commander span into action firing the best he could at the enemy fighters, explosions filling the void of space as Starscream pressed on from the Victory to the Regenesis, he could feel the atmosphere slowly pulling ihm as they drew ever so closer to Cybertron, their home but at this rate both ships would tear apart before they could settle back on the soil they were all forged, Autotroopers all eliminated that crossed the path of Starscream, in a state of rage as his aggression caused him to even smash himself into other Autobot fighters just to kill them, for he was humiliated. Not only did he miss the entirely of the battle from some foolish Autobot that dared to lay hands on him, but his only window, his last opportunity to show the Decepticons he was fit to rule had just closed. In a state of rage he seeks to return that chance, charging directly towards the Regenesis until he heard one particular command.
::Decepticons, get to a shuttle or boarding pod. The time has come to evacuate.::
No! he could not let this coward take away the right of killing a Prime! They could not retreat the battle was won for the Decepticons and yet they still focus on evacuation?! Starscream hated every bitter moment he had to fall in line, for too long he had to follow orders and for too long he had been given the chance to ever get what he wanted, only to be pulled by a leash by someone else's will. Too long had he suffered at the hands of Megatron, no more! He deactivated his communication link unloading another bombardment of missiles to the hull from the engine point all the way to the bridge trying frantically to deal as much damage as physically possible until he saw, in the corner of his eye..."Autobot..." His giant size matched the same one that knocked him off the Regenesis to begin with, and there he stood. Fate had brought him here and he would not waste this chance to get revenge.
Ceasing his barrage, he quickly performs evasive maneuvers, trying to avoid the breaking pieces of the Autobot warship, as he burst his engines into overdrive, he would not lose this day. Seeing the small shuttle launch off to Cybertron, Starscream slowly tailed it, ever gaining ground as the gap between the two gradually narrowed. "You are fool to dare lay hands on me Autobot, now you shall pay with your life!"
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Post by Empress on Jul 30, 2017 4:20:43 GMT
All the while that Wheel struggled to free the pair, the predacon wriggled and twisted. She contorted her facing in a plethora of menacing ways as she was unable to move herself enough to snap at him. Aside from the sounds of her claws striking armour, the creature never once made noise of any sort. Not even a snarl. Anything that was said to her never registered as she was programmed to listen to only one individual. That individual was definitely not WheelSpin. Once free from the hull, Empress became more frantic. She would lash out at the Autobot every chance she had as he maneuvered her. While their optics did lock momentarily, WheelSpin would not be greeted with the gaze of an intelligent creature. His goal would be by no means easy to complete. The predacon would fight him every step of the way. It took a while for her to realize that they were finally leaving a weightless environment. Now she had to fight both him and gravity. The Predacon's wings remained at her sides firmly. She had been unable to learn how to use the extra limbs for flight. They only served as an extra set of claws due to the talons on their main joint. It wasn't until the wind actually caught them, that they opened an left her sides. Her wings began to flap erratically, seeming more intent on getting the unwanted passenger off of her back. Due to her actions, the struggling pair would begun to spiral out of control. Empress was intent on not being the one to hit the ground first. - More alarms and monitors began to blare out warnings, listing off damage from the attacks as they occurred. Needless to say, Twitch was more than annoyed. He was furious. The only weapons they had were on their persons. Having any of the passengers outside the shuttle would not fare well. Losing their pursuer did not seem likely. Twitch mashed the controls, hoping for something. The shuttle's medical kit lid popped from the wall, striking a nearby crew member in the helm. One of the other squadron members chuckled despite their scenario, "Well isn't that ironic."The pilot was about to curse at them, but was stopped by the sudden dawning of an idea. The shuttle performed a tight U-turn and began to fly at its pursuer. The ship itself could be used as a weapon. WheelSpin
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Post by Dashside on Jul 30, 2017 14:14:38 GMT
Now engaged in combat with Highwire, Dashside swung her greatsword to try and push the incoming attack away, and whilst the Decepticon's attack still made contact with her body it wasn't on target. Energon leaked from under Dashside's armpit, but it wasn't lethal, nor enough to hamper her abilities. A second strike followed, which Dashside similarly failed to evade, and the wrist-blade cleaved through her winglet. The femme was fortunate in where Highwire had chosen to attack, as the winglet was purely ornamental, and at worst only hurt Dashside's sense of style. Preparing to counter-attack, Dashside was met with Highwire suddenly transforming, and fleeing. Her pairblade launched forward to try and swipe at the Decepticon, but she was already gone. Instead, drawing the weapon back to herself as alarms started to blare around her, the Autobot watched as the Vehicons began to run away, right as her comrades busted the door open. The ship was being evacuated, but that didn't mean that Dashside wouldn't finish her mission. Even if all she could do now was make the wreckage worse, it would still put the Decepticons on the back foot. Her squad followed her into the engine room, where the Autotrooper that had carved their entrance drew a detpack from his back and placed it on the engine control panel. Taking in a final sweep of her surroundings, Dashside threw down her groundbridge grenade, summoning a portal as the squad quickly ran through it, the vortex closing with little difficulty. Iota squad found themselves spat out in the Regenesis, as the ship tore itself apart around them. They needed to evacuate, and quick. "Reekmaru, get us out of here!" Dashside exclaimed, looking to the large Autotrooper. With a nod, he transformed, revealing himself to be a large space-faring ship of some sort. Le Petit, in his minigun mode, was already integrated onto the bottom of the hull, acting as a turret, allowing Dashside and the only remaining Autotrooper to stand on top. "Let's go!" The femme commanded once again, as the ship boosted forward, Le Petit firing wildly at a window to blast it open so that the ship could fly directly into space. "We need to find a shuttle!" Reekmaru piped up, aware of the fact his body alone wouldn't survive re-entry. Le Petit's barrel lined itself up with a Decepticon shuttle as Reekmaru hurtled towards it, transforming and allowing his momentum to carry himself forward at a high enough speed that he collided with the back of the shuttle in seconds. Punching a hole in the landing ramp, he pulled it downwards, allowing his Autobot comrades to pile in. With the element of surprise, a lot of gunfire and a series of sword attacks, all of the Vehicons in the shuttle were dead in seconds, just as Reekmaru pulled himself in, allowing the shutters to seal off their entry. "Track the Regenesis' current trajectory and lands us as close to it's crash site as possible." Dashside commanded as Reekmaru and Le Petit took the controls, taking over the ship and adjusting it's course. Now that they were as safe as they could be in this scenario, the other Autotrooper took a detonator from his belt and pressed the button, triggering the Detpack they had left on the Thrusters. With a loud explosion, the fuel lines were ignited shortly after, sending a cascade of detonations across the back of the Victory's hull that would tear it's engines free from the rest of the ship.
Tarn continued his advance on the beaten and battered Skyspray, raising his left arm up to block the Pulse cannon shots. They did a little damage given his armour, and the pain was somewhat minimal as a few drops of energon leaked from the cracks left by the attack. This whole task seemed somewhat mundane to the Decepticon, not the thrill he had been promising himself. "Going for my weapons? Impressive. You've started to think for yourself. You're not the only one who can disables someone's weapons, so why don't I show you something more impressive? Why don't I show you how to disable an Autobot?". Tarn's voice remained as stiff and proper as ever, though if you listened closely, you could hear a dark chuckle in his tone. Reaching down to his side with left arm, he pulled something out of his leg, holding it out at Skyspray so that he may see in it's entirety. A Red flower. (( Skyspray (Aquahaze)))
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Post by WheelSpin on Jul 30, 2017 16:15:15 GMT
Wheelspin grit his denta, whining in protest at the scraping of the claws. There went the shiny polish of his chassis, there went the beautiful pristine finish on his shoulder armour, and his arm. Once he managed to secure his hold on her back, the fight was far from over. At first she tried to slap him off with her wings and did not try to fly at all. WheelSpin began regretting his decision to use this 'flier' to fly. Was she suicidal or why did she keep her wings closed? When they finally caught wind they spread out then flapped again. Perhaps, no, it could not be. She had no idea how to do it? He did not want to believe it but thought that perhaps she just wanted him off more than she wanted to land safely. His legs secured themselves around her own, locking. Once the grip was secured he moved one arm and then the other to tighten at her wing joint. He shoved them each to one side, forcing them to remain open. "HIYAH, Fly, frag you, fly!" He yelled. After a few moments where they were still struggling, him to get her to keep her wings open, her to shake and throw him off, he finally twisted them around again. Her wings caught the wind again and were forced to keep their balance. It was the weirdest thing though, a complete non flier trying to make an actual flier fly or at least glide. "Mush!" It would have been comical if it wasn't for the fact that they were still nearing the ground if, a little more controlled now. He doubted it would last, feeling the predacon do her best to try and squirm her way out, like a far too enthusiastic eel that had been fed a cup full of sugar. As soon as he was going to be able, he decided he would have his shield up again. While their gliding had been better than before, it was still far from perfect. He peered over her shoulder to see what they were going to need to avoid, before they could strike ground or what he could use to slow them down, if worst came to be. Damaged and destroyed buildings of what was once Cybertron, a glorious inorganic home to so many. When the two ships would come down, he was sure the destruction would be immense and spread out. Which meant he needed to get them as far from where the ships would land as possible. Jerking her wing joints upwards his intent was to make her level up rather than proceed to descend at as sharp an angle as they did before. "Flying, you are supposed to know it and want to save your sorry aft, you mindless beast!"---- ShadowZone saw the ship turn. He did not slow, he did not make any movements that would suggest he was willing to back away. Instead he fired, and fired again, his aim for the nose of the shuttle and the glass above it. Even as they got closer and closer, the flier seemed not to care to jerk out of the way but rather to believe that Twitch would do so instead unless he would be forced away by the shots alone. His machinegun continued to rattle and spew its projectiles at the armour, piercing into it, or through. The flier was calm, he held no emotion, whether positive or negative. It was simply a mission that needed to be completed. Shoot down the enemy and then find another, repeat the process until they landed and he would be called back. A little like an attack dog that had yet to have its master call him off. WheelSpin was not his master, he was someone he had cooperated with as their goal coincided. They were still nearing each other and ShadowZone remained on course, only adjusting his flight altitude to spread out his barrage of shots on the shuttle's armour then he focused again on just that one spot, one of the thrusters on a wing, to kill it. Empress Vatimus Prime
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2017 16:57:52 GMT
Scatterbeam fled back down the corridor with the other troopers, she could hear the clanking of the bomb behind as it struck the metal walls of the ship. She had a feeling if she didn’t do something, it was just going to catch up with them. But as she passed a maintenance terminal, and she had an idea. She stopped, dug here bayonet into a wedge in the floor panels, and yelled to the others,
“Brace yourself for a breach!”
At this Scatterbeam used the panel to open one of the shutters. The pressure difference expectedly pulled everything that was loose out the breach, including the bomb. Scatterbeam struggled to hold on to the ion rifle that was the only thing keeping her from flying into space. But she managed enough strength to pull herself back to the terminal and manually shut the shutters once more.
It was quickly though she realized it was a lost hope. The breaches were too many, too big for only her to deal with. Even some of the shutters were blown off into space. The second sign was the loss of coms. Even before the announcement she could tell, every channel she could pick up suffered interference from the Victory. Though she knew there was nothing she could’ve done from where she was running around the outside of the ship. She would need access to the main communication computer, in engineering. But something told her that was going to be blown to bits soon. The order to evacuate was the final sign, they had lost. But from where she was standing, that is to say staring out of another massive hull breach, they had at least taken the victory down with them. She stared at this for a while, contemplating this tragedy that follow so shortly after the joyous rebirth of their homeworld. She was snapped out of it however when an autotrooper grabbed here on her shoulder. “We need to go now!”
Despite the pain from him grabbing at her injured shoulder, she could forgive him. They were right, they needed to go. She loaded on with them into an escape shuttle and they took off from the ship and headed to the surface. Behind them the two ships were hurtling toward the planet, breaking themselves apart and engulfed in flames.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jul 30, 2017 17:32:17 GMT
At first there was nothing special about the occasion, Sky didn't register what was wrong. Of course, that only lasted a very short while. He fired the pulse cannons once more before seeing the flower. Then everything fell apart. He saw the red flower, first in disbelief as he could not fully grasp that Tarn had one of those. Of course he had one, why wouldn't he? They were the ones who planted it in his mind either way, there was no reason why he wouldn't be prepared for this moment. Sky didn't shoot anymore after that. He did not run away either, his legs wouldn't move to take him away. His field of vision rapidly shrunk until it was mostly black. Nobody else would see that though, everything looked normal on the outside. The only thing before his optics was now a red flower, but only in his mind. Whatever happened on the outside wasn't important now, he wouldn't notice anyways. He was in another place now, completely numb to the outside. He was basically paralyzed now. It was the same thing every time. Their repetoir wasn't too broad, but it was effective. You didn't need to change what already worked. He was, as usual, too weak to continue. They had taken turns this time. Not all of them, of course, they didn't want to kill him, at least not yet. He feard that one day they would. It had been a rose today, he had looked it up earlier. He didn't understand why they kept doing this, what had he done this time? There hadn't been a reason. He had done his training, he had taken out the T-cog on the target, he had not made much noise either. So why then? The sparkling had no clue as to why they did this, he was just old enough to have gotten his second frame upgrade.It had hurt a lot, no parts had come off though. He was getting stronger, at least physically. That didn't say it didn't hurt though, because it did. It really did hurt. He could remember him screaming, and the rose. And pain. Lots and lots of pain. Pain enough to make you want to die, make you wish you were already dead. It was searing through him, making him twist in agony. You never did die though, that didn't give them satisfaction. One day.. One day he would he take his revenge, he promised himself that. He hated no cybertronian, no cybertronian except them. (( Dashside ))
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Post by Slapfoot on Jul 30, 2017 17:40:09 GMT
The vehicon set down Wreckage into the interior of a shuttle, and gently set him down, the body still resting on the shield. Taking a charm off his neck, he held it to his face and began to mutter in prayer. Bowing his head, he knelt and placed it around Wreckage's neck. The mech sat down, and activated his USWS. The Pet was thrown, but before he could pick himself up the battle was over. He snarled, and his chain was pulled by the vehicon who was commanded by Highwire. He was trembling in fear, and rightly so. He pulled once more, eliciting a growl from the beast. Once more the chain was pulled, and the vehicon stopped trembling. After losing 6 vehicons, a group of eight managed to restrain The Pet and force him into a pod. The coordinates were set, and nobody dared accompany him. The old mech Methuselah followed Vatimus through his walk and eventually to the escape pod. He couldn't understand anyone, and they could not understand him. But he knew that Vatimus was the leader. Perhaps they could figure out a way to communicate. Perhaps they couldn't. Nonetheless, the old mech chuckled through his battlemask when Vatimus taunted the Decepticon shuttle. Their commander was jovial, and strong of character. It didn't take a tactician to see that he'd do well.hargablarga Vatimus Prime
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Post by Empress on Jul 30, 2017 18:59:00 GMT
Limb movement was near impossible for the Predacon due to the wind resistance and her unwanted passenger. Despite the odds against her, Empress still tried to close her wings. She did not like making herself a bigger target than necessary. The wing joints weren't as strong as they should have been, so it was no surprise when the pilot was able to lock them into an open position. Empress shook her helm, in pain from the new pressures that were put on her. The beast paused for a few seconds. Some of her gears were turning, she had an idea. Mush? She would show him mush. The fighting became renewed again after she threw her helm back trying desperately to gouge WheelSpin with her horns. She was practically built with sharp edges, an intellectual would know to use them. Empress began to move her torso, twisting and rolling her center. Her plating began to screech under the unfamiliar action. Empress' attacks began to slow. She was burning through her energon reserves much more quickly due to being in a combat situation. Her fatigue allowed her to focus more on not dying and caused her to glance downwards. She felt the heat on her legs and torso as they reached their max speed. The ground was getting too close for comfort and she believed WheelSpin to be the reason for their descent. She had no concept of gravity and did not understand that it affected everyone the same. Empress settled for feebly trying to buck the Autobot off of her back. - The barrage of rounds mostly met their target. Sigma squad was huddled behind Twitch, screaming obscenities at him for his lunacy or sobbing about not wanting to die yet. He learned then that the one member he scolded earlier actually had a Conjux Endura he wished to return to. One of Shadow's rounds had pierced the glass and struck Twitch in the shoulder. Twitch began to scream both from pain and adrenaline as he accelerated. The bomb squad screamed in unison with him, though for differing reasons. One of the thrusters failed after having been in the line of fire for too long. The shuttle began to take a detour. Instead of being a head on collision it would more of a wing vs Wing collision. ::I'm in need of assistance! There is a crazy mech attacking us!::::The crazy mech is our Primus damned pilot!::WheelSpin
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Post by Shatterbeam on Jul 31, 2017 0:59:09 GMT
The hit from Shadow slashed Scatter's neck, there was no dodging it. But no matter how hot the blades were, they couldn't get through more than 3 inches of steel in a single blow, of which Scatter had five. The drawback, of course, was that he couldn't turn his head unless he took of his helmet and neck-guard. And because of that, he didn't even know there was a person there. The mercenary he was fighting would have died, as every option of escape was covered. Shatterbeam was dazed, and the ship's situation began to deteriorate quickly. Shortstock seemed rather scornful. Don't cross my path again. Let's go. Shortstock skated over to Shatterbeam, who had blocked the shots fired, since his shield was already up, and skated out of the room, Scatter lumbering behind. They made their way to an escape pod, the three piling in. Shatter, are you alright? Groggily, he answered. I'm fine, thanks.
The bird, Windtalker, had flown closely behind Dashside as they made their escape, and was inside the shuttle with them. Perched on Dash's shoulder, the commlink was established again. Success. Good job.
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Post by Skybird on Jul 31, 2017 4:49:51 GMT
From a distance barely around the edge of the orbital battlefield the femme here by known as Skybird watched on. Her optics evaluating the scenarios playing out in front of her. That along with the past ones as well for that matter. Her varying supply of ammunition was entering scarce levels which in this circumstance isn't healthy. Still not as unhealthy as the conditions of both lumbering ships that maliciously took a toll on each other. Both no longer to support their members by the looks of it. Still from her experience so far, she hasn't had enough thrill from this raging battle to call it quits. The runs she helped make to ensure some of their forces could spearhead into the Regenesis, was standard work. She still hasn't gotten her rush of adrenalin. Her gnawing urge to go intothe flak and back out, with a story to tell. So many risks untaken. So many Autobot personnel non-tarnished... She wasn't having it. From her distance she could safely use her scanner to overwatch the scene. Tracking where she could probably go, or where she was needed. But nothing of the sort caught her eye more than the interesting visual of a Predacon flailing about without mercy. The creature in some sort of trouble. Only with further examination did she notice that the poor thing have a pesky Autobot bothering them. For this time only, she could have a share of heart as annoying unscratchable itches are a bane to her existence. And so with a little planning she decided to take it upon herself to scratch that Predacon's annoying itch... With no hesitation Skybird flared her boosters up, and propelled herself forward. Weaving through the floating debris and deadbodies to keep her momentum. From the current state of the matter firearms will be pesky to use despite her great aim especially while on the move. So she would have to go in much closer. With that said she dipped her path lower to sort of stay out of view or both them and hopefully anything Autobot Ship flak guns still in play. When she was twenty-five meters away, and hopefully still out of enemy awareness. She would rise, and by now been able to aline herself with the Autobot that was on the Predacon. With this she sharpened her form, zoning in on him. Trying to keep in his blindspot, while hoping to primus that this beast doesn't accidentally mess this up. And with all of that in play, once she was only ten meters away. She would have quickly shut off her boosters using her applied momentum to keep her flying forward like a torpedo. Her legs swinging in from underneath her, and tightly held in front of her body in the former of a strong judo kick. With this she aimed to literally kick the Autobot around his upper body, (preferably the head) and knock him off of the distressed beast. WheelSpin Empress
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Post by Backbeat on Jul 31, 2017 6:14:25 GMT
(( Highwire | Livewire )) There was a pause then the response came. A familiar voice chuckles. ' Of course... I shall meet you there... ' The line closes.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jul 31, 2017 6:28:13 GMT
Wheelspin was doing his best to try and control their descend. He still did not understand why the beast did not try to fly but rather struggled at every step to make her wings close again. Why have a pair of those, if not to use them? Never the less, no time to think about that, when they were quite literally hurling towards the ground, be it controlled, or less so. He cursed when the horns began to jab back at him. He'd jerked his helm back just as one sharp tip sliced across his faceplate, the other remaining relatively harmless as it stabbed at his shoulder armour. The moment she moved her head back again to go for another strike he flattened himself against her back, attempting to use his door wings to make those horns a bit less harmful. If they would strike flat rather than stab, the force would be weaker, and the damage also. He had not wasted a moment longer and his shield kicked up again, spreading from his centre to cover his limbs and his transformation parts. He cursed at Empress. The damage that her horn had done to his faceplate was of much greater concern than any of the scratches and gashes he had received prior to that. He was far too aware how much harder that would be to repair. The right materials were not just growing on trees, and the operation itself would have been delicate, the welds needed to be thin and the tools for that were equally harder to obtain. Just as he flexed his arm, ready to pummel the predacon for the damage he had caused, something in the rear mirror of his car door caught his optic. There was a mass flinging itself right at them. He jerked the wing closed on one side, spiralling off the path of impact, diving off to the side. The jet would overshoot because of it. It was close, unpleasantly close, but it was going to still be a miss. While moments ago he was trying to steady their fall and have them go horizontal with the ground rather than vertical, he did the opposite of that now. Aiming for the buildings that would meet them on the way down. He let them fall at a sharp angle, pulling and pushing at the joints to do as he wanted. Evasive twists and turns, erratic and unpleasant for both the 'rider' and the 'steed'. Then a moment later the buildings were there. He pushed the wing joint to make them fly into one, right through the side where armour was weakened. Then he pulled back, distributing their weight so that they rolled over to crash into the side of another building moments later. Then a last turn that had them crashing through the ceiling of the third. This one had been in a particularly bad and weakened state, even if signs of repair were beginning to be evident. While the outer structure was stronger, the inner floors gave under the force of the landing. That left them to stop probably three or four more floors down, leaving a path of destruction as they went. The dust and debris that this kicked up - as the rest of their descend did - concealed the point of impact and landing. It was to be so until the dust would have cleared. Wheelspin got off the predacon slowly. "YOU..." There were words that must have been learned in the gutter of cybertron when war had still raged there, and would usually not pass WheelSpin's derma. Right now though he was enraged and so the kicks that she received were purely intent for damage, a few aimed at her faceplates, most at her sides and limbs. The rifle he had taken with him earlier was in such a state that it could be barely recognisable as a weapon at all. The fall had not been kind to it. He threw it off too, as it was just not salvageable. Empress Skybird
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Post by Highwire | Livewire on Jul 31, 2017 15:27:55 GMT
The Decepticons were making good progress retreating, what with the shuttles and boarding pods he could see departing the Victory. The report from their medic Pulsewave also reassured him that the medbays had been evacuated. Now they just had to survive the ride down there. Livewire glanced at his sister, and watched as she made her way to the front of the ship.Highwire stared out of the window, optics seeming to glisten in the light of a starry sky. Away from the sounds of battle, the heat, the rush... the calmness of their shuttle enveloped them. No doubt she had been too preoccupied assisting in the fight to find a chance such as this to see. She lifted a servo up to gently press against the glass. The rest of the world seemed to fall away with a sigh. Time slowed to a standstill as the rest of the universe moved around her. The glory of Cybertron, though subdued, still shone brightly in her optics. Blue lights emanated from the planet itself, signs of life slowly returning to it. Shattered metal plating covered the surface while the remains of skyscrapers shot out from the ground like shards. The debris reached out into the confines of space, like a hand outstretched, yearning to be free. Even as Cybertron fell apart, it was a spectacular sight to behold. She looked at their home fondly, a view that contrasted his own. He envied her somewhat idealistic perception of Cybertron, the ability to look past the rubble and see what they had once been. Yes, it truly was a magnificent sight, though broken as it was. This broken world was what they had been fighting for. His red visor snapped into place abruptly as the sounds of shuttle fire reminded all of them what their place in the world was. Fighting. The tactical visor acted as a secondary HUD to help better organise his faction. However, yet again, he was distracted by a sight in the window. And it wasn't a Seeker. His gaze trained on the shuttle that now flew beside them. Highwire was equally preoccupied by the shuttle, or rather, who the shuttle contained."Hahaha! I think he's challenging you, Livvy!" Highwire guffawed, both servos planted on her chest as she keeled over with laughter. Livewire didn't show much reaction, but he couldn't help the slight twitch in his optic. He walked over to the exit of the shuttle, his pedesteps firm with determination. He narrowed his optics as he decided his next course of action."Bluewing, open the shuttle doors. Whiteflier, patch up my sister. Highwire, stay put. And do not call me Livvy." He nodded at all of them. "No one is to assist me in this battle." He would not let anyone get hurt on his behalf. And with that, he leaped out of the shuttle with fervour. The thrusters in his wings activated, boosting him higher into the air. He landed on top of Vatimus' shuttle with a clang and his blast mask slipped into place, clicking quietly as it secured itself over his face. He curled his servo into a fist and pounded on the roof of the shuttle, an invitation for the new Prime to step out and face him.(( Vatimus Prime ))
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Post by ShadowZone on Jul 31, 2017 16:32:56 GMT
As the wings collided the metal whined and twisted, tearing in some places, while in others deep lines were left. It pushed the jet around, spun him and had him slam into the ship's side. He transformed mid slide, his digits digging into the plating trying to hold on. One wing was badly damaged, near torn off, the other had obtained denting as he hit into the ship, but was still functional. Even the additional reinforcing of the big wing could not have saved it this time. He held onto the shuttle then turned around towards the wing he had just crashed into. His systems were still a little shaken, but were beginning to focus. One servo reached over to grab onto the stumps of the wing. The other was lowered, the blaster rifle on top of it firing into another of the thrusters, controlling the ship's flight. His leg turbines powered up trying to push the shuttle in the direction he wanted it to go. Since his ability of the controlled flight was for the moment marred by the damage his frame had sustained, he was partially relying on the shuttle and partially choosing to force it to go where he wanted to. He was intent on bringing the shuttle down still, but only once they were closer to the ground. He fired at the hull again, unable to aim as high as the glass from the position he was currently in. He glanced down in the direction they were going then back up towards the shuttle's cockpit. Empress
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jul 31, 2017 16:50:42 GMT
Vatimus knew he pissed them off, especially when one of the two people he was taunting walked away. The banging on top of his shuttle only reaffirmed that. It was loud and annoying and he didn't want some piece of scrap to keep banging on his shuttle, "Open the back. I'm gonna get this thing off of us!"The back opened as Vatimus made a running jump, grabbing onto the door to flip himself on top of the roof. It was so much easier when gravity was on your side... Whatever, the second he landed, he let his feet maglock onto the top of the shuttle. He crossed his arms and walked over to the Decepticon Warlord, "Challenge Accepted."The door to the shuttle closed soon after. He was gonna let Livewire have the first move, as a sign of good friendship. Well... Enemyship. ( Highwire | Livewire )
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Empress
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Post by Empress on Aug 1, 2017 4:01:48 GMT
Empress had known pain in her life. Though it was only minor things like injuries obtained by hunting or from traversing the land. She has never had to deal with unwanted pests or extreme wind resistance. Her vision was beginning to blur and her helm was now aching. By the time Skybird had come to assist, the predacon was making coughing sounds. Before her fellow Con could even help, Wheelspin had them entering into a steep, lopsided dive. Empress attempted to fight for the control of her body, but she was too exhausted for her attempt to be successful. All she could do now was brace for impact. With her limbs either locked or not dexterous enough, Empress resort to shutting her optics. Every impact that she endured brought to life new pains and injuries. She could feel her plating practically peeling away as they scraped into the sides of buildings. And then they were turning downwards. Empress felt the contents in her tank shift forwards in a sickening manner. Internal pain sensors were blaring signals in her processor as they crashed through the floors. Then, the sensors stopped signalling. She couldn't feel anything past her hip joints. That meant the legs were either crushed completely or simply gone. The weight difference proved the latter to be correct. When they finally stopped moving, she was laying down on top of her oddly kinked front legs. Despite the pain, her mind momentarily felt clear. She could think. She could think! And she thought something along the lines of how big the den was. She wanted one of this size. She was also beyond terrified. Empress made a hacking noise, the remaining plating on her torso made a rippling motion before she expelled the contents of her tank. The energon that she vomited was pale blue in color and steaming; a beast charge that never neared completion. Among the fluid was a few digits, snacks she took after her attack on a pair of autotroopers. Empress realized that she needed to get away from wherever there was and from the crazy Autobot. She raised a mangled wing and gawked at it, her optics holding some form of comprehension. Then WheelSpin began to shout and curse. This spooked the creature into freezing. Then came the pummeling. For a small mech he carried a nasty punch... and kick. One of the blows knocked her implant back into place. The thought process disappeared once again. The creature, unable to continue her task of destroying enemy guns powered down. Her bio-lights slowly dimmed into darkness. She ceased her movements and some of her internal systems. Her spark seemingly stopped sending off energy signatures. To those nearby, she would appear to be offline. - Sigma squad was no longer screaming or shouting obscenities at their pilot. Instead they were being flung throughout the shuttle's cabin due to the collision. A stray grenade floated past Twitch's vision. The following shriek was not very becoming of him. Sigma began to fumble for their freed explosives once Twitch leveled the craft. The shuttle began to decrease in altitude after a volley of rounds took out another thruster. "You! Fire through the hull with... something! Get him off!"The crew shot Twitch a nasty glare. Luckily one of them finally obliged and pressed a blaster against the weakening roof. They fired off a few rounds before ducking out of the way. "Any of you ever skip a stone on water while we were on Earth? No? Well the following moments will be just like that. We're the stone. The ground the water. Buckle up!"Sigma squad didn't need to be told a second time. With two thrusters down there was no way they could sustain flight. Twitch was able to angle the shuttle's flight path in the general direction of the evacuating Decepticon survivors before they made contact with Cybertronian Plains. As it was predicted, the shuttle skipped across the planet's surface. WheelSpin Skybird
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Post by Shadowstrike on Aug 1, 2017 14:18:18 GMT
In reality Shadow-Strike's blade, honed to cut through even the toughest of metals and only further reinforced by the blazing inferno of superheated thermo-energon would have decapitated Scatter without effort. After all such blades where designed to cut through hardened defenses and even a resistance to heat meant little against such temperatures. It was only through the use of similar tools of war and quick reflexes that such weapons did not kill all enemies in it's path instantly. Nevermind with the added momentum provided as Shadow-Strike charged the mech, the only suitable scenario would have been Scatter's death.
At least that would have been the result if Shadow-Strike had ever been there in the first place. As his blade made contact with the mech instead of cutting through as should have occurred his image flickered, the hologram designed as a distraction disappearing when it came into physical contact and breaking the illusion it had created.
With it's distraction gone the Epsilon squad member was easily eliminated, though not without providing information to Shadow-Strike of the Autobot's blindspot. It would be interesting to make use of such an disadvantage and easily done.
In contrast to his fallen breathern the mech who'd been forced to face Shatterbeam had escaped, using the distraction caused by the thunderous sounds to retreat after his potshot as he joined up with the rest of the surviving squad while a rendezvous marker directed them to one of the numerous hangerbay's within the Regenesis. Around them the lights continued to flicker, security systems that would have caused them trouble losing power as they tried to respond to the intruders only to cut out before they could begin to attack.
Shadow-Strike's attack on the ship's power core had began to take effect as more and more of the ship lost power.
By the time they reached the hanger Shadow-Strike was already there, ready to leave in a stolen shuttle before they charged through the devastated defenses.
[Shatterbeam ]
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Post by Dashside on Aug 1, 2017 16:36:17 GMT
Explosions rippled across the hulls of both the Regenesis and the Victory, warping and shattering them as the damage dealt to both ships from inside and outside reached critical level. The damage done to the Regenesis' power core was beginning to take it's toll as it's engines started to flicker and die, though the Victory's engines had been completely removed from the rest of the ship after it's engine room was detonated. Now with both ships left without crew, or their engines, it was completely up to physics to do the work. With no air resistance or friction to slow them down, the wrecks of both cruisers kept their course, and their momentum, hurtling towards the surface of Luna 2.
But it was the orbital field of that moon that served to split the two ships apart, as upon entering it, the sheer pull of it's gravity began to tear the tow cables from the hulls of their targets, and in some cases, from the ships they had been fired from. Moving as fast as they already had been, the two cruisers were slowly separated, speeding up as Luna 2's orbit served to split them away from each other but also slingshot them, and any nearby wreckage, drop pods or ships, down towards opposite ends of Cybertron.
Now in the stages of re-entry, the Victory and Regenesis began to burn up, atmosphere was slowing down the two husks quite a bit, but not enough to minimize the impact by much. The Victory hurtled across the skyline of Kaon, smashing through some of it's jagged skyscrapers as it came to a halt on the city's outskirts, dragging along the ground until it came to a stop. A similar story could be said for the Regenesis, but it instead landed outside of Iacon, scraping along the ground until it halted. The shockwaves left by the impact of both were colossal, knocking down a few buildigns next to their landing site, but it wasn't too bad.
The ships had finally landed - what was left of them, at the least.
A grin formed on Tarn's face, hidden by his mask. His plan had worked perfectly, Skyspray, his most powerful enemy, laid paralyzed before him. "Oh Skyspray, you foolish child." He mused, even though he knew Skyspray couldn't hear him. Tarn wasn't sure how long this would be effective for, and so he wanted to be as efficient with the time he had as he could be. The Decepticon trailed around Skyspray, finding each and every one of his weapons, and disabling them with a simple touch. "I know that won't stop you too well, after all you could still use your fists, but at least all of your toys are out of reach now."
Tarn stepped in front of Skyspray, levelling his dual fusion cannons to the bot's chest. The hum emanating from both barrels steadily grew in volume, as did the brightness spewing from the ends of them, as Tarn charged a shot. No, he was over-charging it. "Let's be sure, shall we? That you won't even come back from this one, Skyspray." The grin behind Tarn's mask remained the same, though that wasn't to say the enjoyment he was getting from this hadn't grown. "Goodbye." And with that, Tarn pulled the trigger, discharging the ammunition of both Fusion Cannons in a single shot, light surrounding and illuminating the pair, then engulfing them as the blast grew bigger.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Aug 1, 2017 19:50:04 GMT
In his mind, things finally started to clear up. He was beginning to remember that it was in the past. He had thought of all he had to lose, his family, little Aqua, Diamond, Dashside, Chiro, Scaag.. He had to snap out of this. He began to focus, get the red flower out of his mind, concentrating on what was important in life, his family and his work, his legacy. He began to snap out of it, his optics the first thing to return to normal. Then his motor functions, allowing his joints to bend and move as they should. Not that it mattered now though, as he saw Tarn standing in front of him with his gun basically touching his chest. So, this was actually it. He retracted his mask and looked over at Tarn, right in his optics, and smiled.
I don't need to come back. And neither do you.
He braced himself for the impact, but made sure that all the energon around him was ready to be detonated. The blast hit all around them, the energon detonated, and in total, a part of the ship was blown out. Sky himself disappeared into the explosion, closing his optics and accepting his fate. His last action was to send out a small beep. Then all those affected would know, and they would know with painful clarity.
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