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Post by WheelSpin on Jul 12, 2018 12:13:05 GMT
::I can blind them, if they are turned my way.:: WheelSpin answered. He took a step forward, listening to the commands that were sent to him. Of course heading out there would mean exposing himself to enemy fire, but there was a promise of a shield, that would be presented by Stellene. He could use his car doors to an extent, if that failed, though he much preferred the first to work. The large mech had moved up ahead of them, and WheelSpin fell in behind the ex gladiator, with Stellene at his side. His optics scanned the frame of the ex gladiator, noting how some of the shots were easily absorbed.
His apprehensiveness may have peeled away a bit at that. From - it won't work - his mind had changed to - there is a possibility it might work, even if ever so slight. -. He had not been putting his best pedes forward since his last incident with the Prime and had been avoiding taking initiative or putting his neck on the line. He'd thought it pointless.
This time though, he was not doing it for the prime. He'd been asked (or told) to do it and to make one of his upgrades of use. The moment he saw Stellene surge forward with her shield, he did so as well, staying behind her, but before the much larger frame. He'd moved to turn towards those that had looked in their directions intent on raining fire on them from one or the other side. His headlights dimmed all of a sudden and then flashed blindingly bright, making it appear as though a lightning had struck. Those closest would be blinded longest. He'd turned the other way. Jumped over a corpse and ducked even though the shield deflected an attack.
The subconscious feeling that he ought to overtake Stellene was ignored. This wasn't a race but a fight. Being first to a cannon would not mean victory, but probable destruction and being turned into a pile of ashes. He'd repeated the 'optic' attack on the other side, trying to find as much range for it as his frame and size would allow. He made sure though to keep his attacks more to the front, so that the light either simply flashed the backs of his side, or was turned away from them. Once at the cannon he'd stopped raising up the arm with his glass raised and the car door facing the attackers. ::If I ever tell you to close your optics or shield them... do so.:: He sent as an after thought.
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Post by Nightlock on Jul 13, 2018 2:09:32 GMT
Shadow fire slid into view bombing the Decepticons underneath with a single run before crash landing into the Autobot lines he growled as he transformed. Krydo had arguable crippled him, he could barely fly straight in his alt mode but he would be damned if he died on his aft.
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Post by Chief Strange on Jul 13, 2018 5:33:13 GMT
Ratchet came up and transformed from his alt and drew his scalpel blades. He was less than impressed to be fighting but sucks it up. He knows this is important and if they don't secure the canon, all hell will soon come raining down.
He gets up infront with the others and starts knocking em down one by one. It was obvious he was not a seasoned fighter but also obvious he did know what he was doing. Some of them Loseing thier heads, some string stabbed in the spark. He certainly kept his blades sharp that's for sure. Occasionally useing his EMP blasted to shut down ones systems then permenantly putting them offline.
He advanced with the others up front, keeping close to the seasoned warriors seemed like a good idea to him.
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Post by Backbeat on Jul 15, 2018 6:23:37 GMT
The phantom raises it's vaguely defined head and produces what appears to be a chuckle. It floats behind Thunder. It seems to sense something nearby...
' Huh... Looks like I've got to bounce... Have fun storming the castle... Don't die... or do... Just be entertaining! '
The phantom's form shifts as it slinks into the cracks in the ground. The last of it's form forming into the shape of and eye as it smugly trails off with the words.
' Eye'll be watching! '
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Post by Slapfoot on Jul 15, 2018 18:44:09 GMT
It was a mistake to not pursue Slapfoot. If someone retreated from a fight they thought they could win, then the fight wasn’t their goal. They had another. One misstep was all it took. Suddenly, vehicon s ignores the autobots and began swarming outside, shoving through the wall of autobots without any thought as to fight them. The tallest among the ranks held a detonator. While the Autobots were pushing through the horde, Slapfoot had placed a bomb on the ammo rack. They had precious seconds to realize what the retreating vehicons meant. It was too late to stop it, they could only run. Covering his hand to avoid someone somehow knocking the detonator out of his hand, Slapfoot braced himself, and-
Click
And thus ended the siege of the cannon.
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Post by Tarnation on Jul 15, 2018 19:31:46 GMT
Coming out from the tunnels, Tarn had walked a few blocks, undetected by the autobots. His spark signature was always hidden, so that helped a lot in staying hidden himself. Now he was climbing up on a building, scaling the surface to get a better viewpoint over the city, and where the fighting was supposed to happen. He grunted, since it was tedious work. After a short while, he had reached the top, looking out, seeing the decepticons around the cannon, and the large autobot force advancing on them, before a bright light covered his view, before a loud explosion echoed. A large plume of fire rose from where the mighty cannon once had stood, and the shockwave from the explosion sent huge chunks of the metal flying, crashing into buildings and crushing decepticons and autobots alike where they landed. Buildings crumbled, a sad sight to see, but a required one to make sure they went victorious out of this. Slapfoot had done his duty, a good soldier indeed. He raised his shield as he braced himself for the incoming shockwave, struggling a bit to stay upright as it passed by, not having had anything to reduce the blast as he was too high up for it to hit any other building in front of him first.
He lowered the shield as the blast had passed away, not needing it right now. It was time to make himself known, it was time to start some chaos. He began playing a piece of music, one that was all too familiar, and very associated with the DJD. The Empyrean Suite. The former Tarn had loved playing it and the present one, whilst not a fan, knew of the effects it could cause. He played it louder, as he jumped from the building, transforming mid-air and blsting off towards the ground, doing a low sweep, and landing at a safe distance from the autobot forces, but close enough that they could clearly hear the music. "Autobots! You made a wrong choice coming here today. Now you pay the price." The large dark mech began casually walking, his blade visible and his shield raised. It was a frightful sight to see, the leader of the Decepticons slowly approaching. Tarn smiled behind his mask, his purple visor glowing with anticipation. It was fighting time.
~~5~~
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Post by Chief Strange on Jul 15, 2018 20:57:33 GMT
Ratchet had clued into the fleeing vehicons and figured somthing was indeed wrong. He looked at the others and spoke.
::"The vehicons are retreating. This does not speak good intentions from them. Somthing must have been happening insi::" before he could finish his scentence, the blast happened and Ratchet was knocked back a far bit sways from the concussive blast that happened before him. The pieces of schrapnel that were flung from the building some imbedded them into himself as he was flung. The force of blast knocked him into the bots behind him, Which of whom they were he did not know, he was to focused on the boat that had just happened. As he was flung back with other bots he was slammed into the side of a building that part of was comeing down. As it did, part of it landed on the poor medics leg trapping him their, and the schrapnel was not helping either that was embedded into his shoulders arms and chest. Leaking energon from the wounds he opens his optics to the all to familiar song that was playing. Getting louder he knew he needed to turn down his audio receptors and he had enough energy to do so, so now he cannot hear a thing. He tried to shuve the debris off of him but it was too heavy, at this moment he had simply hoped for the best and that the decepticons don't notice him until he was rescued. He cued in the others.
::"Did everyone....survive the...blast?":: he managed to get out and hope the come line was still functional.
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Post by Thunder on Jul 15, 2018 22:32:44 GMT
Thunder ripped himself from the rubble once the music came on. He was a bit scratched up, but he'd live. The swordsman saw Tarn, the mech he was going to defeat, the mech who took Diamond's love from her.
"Heh..." He stood up straight, resting one of his swords on his shoulders while pointing his other sword at him, "Good, you made it easier for me to come cut you down!" He grinned, "I've been waiting months for this!"
Thunder readied himself in a sprinting position. Then, when his optics would glow bright blue, he was gone and the ground under him was cracked further. Thunder ran at Tarn at a full sprint. The mech was hella fast, and he kept his optics trained on his weapons.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Jul 16, 2018 6:34:17 GMT
Veeron paused immediately with the group rallying behind him as their opponents actually- fled into them, and allowed them to cut them down. This sent up so many red flags- Stellene looked back at him and her shield no longer held active with a horrified expression. Ratchet’s voice began to cut over the commlink but the tall opal warrior was already thrown into motion to whatever was about to come from the cannon. Stellene had quickly deducted where this turn of events was going… The tallest of the three at the front nearly threw his entire body protectively over the silver medic and the flashy racer, the two he had in arms reach, and activated the stationary diffraction shield. He hoped for the best.
The blast as enough to be felt by everyone, Veeron just ducking low enough to miss the throw of the massive explosion by the top of his shield. This device saved ten more behind him from total chaos. But not enough. When it passed he winced, and let up from his precious hold of the two smaller cybertronians he had shielded. No physical damage would come to them. His lenses narrowed sharply, but when he stood he nearly fell over. Perhaps the blast had managed to damage some internal wiring, it certainly wasn’t questionable given his frame’s age.
Stellene pulled his, fairly unharmed, and began looking over the mess that was left.
:: We’re fine Ratchet, help anyone you can... Pull yourselves together- Reinforcements are arriving-::
Her lenses focused on the rest of their masses. They had slid into this situation with just a handful of Autobot troops. Veeron appeared heavily injured, she didn’t check him out, but also didn’t question him when she heard his commlink.
::Groundbridge to Veeron--::
She cast a questionable glance to him now.
::Yes I know- well make it work-::
She intervened the link.
::Stellene’s orders.::
::Veeron and WheelSpin- just us. Yes- yes. Fine. ::
Now the femme was about to ask what the Primus he was doing, when she quickly scanned over him, she understood immediately. It was an emergency, and she didn’t question him any further. Instead- they all stiffened. Any still surviving at the sound of music. At a time like this.
The older medic left the wounded ‘bot behind and made her way through those that were still picking themselves up from the rubble. She stepped on a few Vehicons that groaned, the Autobots were beginning to get up, so were whatever cons left. She nodded for them to be blasted away while they were recovering, a few supply ships were dousing the ground with fresh troops. When she reached near the end of the blast zone where some shielded figure began approaching- alone, honestly she had been expecting to meet a large storming force of ‘Cons, but this was fine too.
“Who the Primus are you supposed to be, a Decepticon salemech?” Her voice sneered as Thunder went charging past her.
::Alright boys- girls, surround this guy, whoever he thinks he is-::
::That’s Tarn.::
::Who?-- Doesn’t matter. Get up, get over here, get him down. Shields up, fight fire with fire.::
Veeron winced and tried to move forwards when he heard Stellene’s vocals spoke up about-- Tarn… It was too late to call back- and his weight gave way, he collapsed. His systems began blaring in his helm about the massive malfunction of his subzero tanks. He couldn’t believe he was dropped so easily… The blast took him through a whirlwind, he cast one last glance to the femme before turning his optics doused heavily in pain to WheelSpin for some sort of support from the racer.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jul 16, 2018 8:01:10 GMT
Wheelspin noticed the vehicons retreating. He doubted that the number of their own that went after cannon could have scared them to abandon the cannon. He did not need to react much though other than to duck down as their larger companion moved to bodily protect them from the blast. His arms went instinctively up , the car doors shielding his helm and chassis. Even so, the act was not needed as Veeron's own shield saved his shiny aft from getting even so much as scratched. His optics widened. He had not expected it. Others usually did not go for saving someone else's life or frame. The way Autobots had been lead recently, he had more expected the opposite to happen. To be used as a shield, rather than to be shielded. When the blast 'blew over' he moved up and stared at the cannon. Well, if anything that thing needed full repair now. Nothing that could be patched up and easily manipulated to their advantage.
His optics momentarily paused in the direction of Tarn. He had heard the music too. The one that made those who betrayed the cause of the decepticons tremble in fear. It was something even Autobots did not enjoy hearing, much as the melody was pleasing enough to the audial. He attention turned towards Veeron. He heard the orders, wanted to protest them.
:: Check on Ratchet. :: He sent to Stellene. :: If he's severely damaged, he has to be coming in next. :: He added moving towards Veeron. He began to pull him up. "You're a heavy aft, Rustbucket." He complained as he began to prepare to be taken away via the bridge. It did not take long till the light appeared and while the forces moved towards Tarn, to engage him. Soon after the pair was gone.
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Post by Chief Strange on Jul 16, 2018 14:55:17 GMT
Ratchet had a sigh of relief that they were alright. Now he just needed to find a way out of his little, situation.
::"I'll do my....Best....Kinda stuck at...the moment.....working on it..." he managed to say over the com line.
He was able to shuve the debris that was around him out of the way but he still did not have the strength to get the large one off of his leg. He grunted and groaned and tried his hardest but with his other injuries he just couldent make it happen, at the least not alone.
::"Provided.....No one is to busy....danceing with that, decepticons scum.....I'd appreciate .....some assistance when available"::
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Post by Nightlock on Jul 16, 2018 18:29:05 GMT
Shadowfire pushes himself at of the crater he made leaning on the side of the building as he watched the carnage, taking a shot or two at any exposed decepticons...”If anyone has a battle plan you better start talking, I don’t know how much longer we can last with this amount of Vechion’s running at us.” He said over coms as he moved around carefully trying to find anyplace that wasn’t occupied by a decepticon or autobot.
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Post by Tarnation on Jul 17, 2018 21:43:49 GMT
What a welcome wagon, he was almost flattered. He could see some who he recognized, although not too many. Oh well, it wasn't every day that such an opportunity showed itself. His shield was still raised, protecting him from the shots taken at him by the autobots present as he advanced towards them, not seeing a reason to do it quickly. He was far enough away that it would take a bt of time before anyone would reach him, just as he had planned it all in his helm. Then, he saw something interesting, which made him pause, before hurrying up, taking off in full sprint. It was a groundbridge, one which hadn't closed yet. And people were passing through, he recognized them. He had some unfinished business with one of them, sadly for them. Without taking note of anyone else, he simply transformed into his vehicle mode. It was a tank, but it had the jets on it, making it able to fly like a jet for short amounts of time, and now was one of those times.
"I am coming for you, Autobot! Oh how I have waited for this!" The large vehicle shouted, as he blasted past all of the bots underneath him, going at incredible speeds to reach it before it closed. It was beginning to close, but he was so close now, he could feel the energy radiating from it. It didn't seem like an ordinary bridge, which made things even better. He increased his speed, pushing himself to his absolute limit. He would not be able to fly much after this, but he was not concerned about that now. This target was all that mattered to him, as he flew and transformed back straight through the bridge, just as it closed around him. With that he had left the battlefield, for now.
~~4~~
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Thunder
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Post by Thunder on Jul 18, 2018 5:08:01 GMT
"Dammit--!" He saw Tarn fly above him, and managed to snag a tracer onto his undercarriage before he passed. However, he'd touched him. Thunder would fly back, dropping his swords and holding his servo in agony.
He would grunt and snarl in pain before taking the moment to look at it.
I'm not hurt...then what was that pain? That was so intense...so focused. I wasn't touching his treads...maybe some sort of electric field and it shocked me? No...no I'd have a burn mark or something...but it rippled through my arm like my energon was on fire. No time for that now.
He'd pick up his swords and look to the group of Autobots, "Where is that bridge going?" He asked, sliding his blades back into his back scabbards.
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Post by Chief Strange on Jul 19, 2018 16:09:04 GMT
From where he was, he was able to see the configuration of the bridge forming and the racer dragging another bit through it. He was astonished that they had got it up and running, however feared for their lives when over head, the decepticon had flown over and made it into the bridge. He was about to make a comment via comm, however by now they probubly would have known about him going through, he only prayed for them to be alright. He heard the mech as a question over the intercom and replied to him. ::"I don't know ...where they are....headed.....But if you...you got a bit...of time. I could use....some, some assistance over here...."::Thunder
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Post by Slapfoot on Jul 19, 2018 19:51:58 GMT
Slapfoot was a singed mech. Smoking from the heat of the blast, he wasted not time in getting up and rallying his troops to retreat. The ran, pedes moving in unison as they grew smaller and smaller to the Autobot’s eyes. Eventually, they disappeared altogether, taking tunnels to whatever base they came from.
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Post by Thunder on Jul 20, 2018 3:37:57 GMT
Thunder was ready to ignore the call, until he turned to actually see. An Autobot in need of help...and now more than ever he needed to be a hero. He'd run forward and help lift up the piece of debris. It was difficult, but Thunder could see his joints faintly glowing with blue energy the same as his optics, and even then he looked like he was struggling. Throwing a big piece off and allowing his joints to cool down, he continued lifting off pieces before pulling Ratchet out. Even in his universe he never met the legendary medic, so he just treated him like any other bot.
"Where are you hurt?" He'd ask.
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Post by Nightlock on Jul 20, 2018 3:42:43 GMT
Shadowfire limped around finding two Autobots finally, and dragged his mangled aft to them, he didn’t say anything but looking them over he recognized the legendary cranky Rachet but not his companion, despite being hurt he did try to pull security taking shots once in a while to scar off any cons who thought charging was a good idea
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Post by Chief Strange on Jul 20, 2018 4:26:24 GMT
An bot arrived and began aiding Ratchet in getting out of his situation. The piece of debris getting lifted off of him and then being hauled out. His face scrunched a little bit from the pain but relaxed when he stopped moving. He looked up to see thunder the one who had aided him, and another bit to come help as well.
He looks at thunder. "Well, I won't be walking....any time soon.....My left leg is completely crushed..." he looked at his chest and sighed.
"chest plate and shoulders don't look to good either...." he sighed. "those slagging decepticons....sent off a pretty big wave....those slag heaps seriously need a beat down...."
He grunted in pain, he hates being the patient. He felt useless.
"thank you...for helping me out of that....now I need...to get back for repairs....I'm no use to no one like this mess"
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Jul 20, 2018 4:30:29 GMT
Stellene- simply overheated in anger at the turn of wvents in all of this-- went to also help in the aid of the medic that had followed her and the crew ibto this mess. She shot off across the debris until she came around a group of Autobots thqt she could only of have guessed to be crowded along the old-timer that had burst across her commlinks.
Stellene gently pushed Thunder aside so she could kneel down besides Ratchet- flipping her visor lenses over her optics, detaching the equipment in the canister stored across her back, and removing the tools in order to repair her old friend.
"Hey- looks like you took the brunt of the hit there buddy... You look like you used your face to block the blast." She said rather warmly. "Yeah your legs look mangled-- but let let me plug you up and stabilize you before we get you back to the medibay for proper fixing."
Her lenses twitched away for just a moment as Shadowfire limped to the group.
"Once I repair Ratchet, you're next."
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