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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Mar 29, 2018 18:26:26 GMT
One of the largest highways on the planet, the Pancontinental Expressway stretches from Petrex to Esserlon and at one time had lead to even more settlements. Now though only the route between the two warring cities remains, after many of the junctions and roads that led elsewhere where damaged either from the war or the corrosion of the Rust Sea. Which hasn't left the main route untouched either, as large sections of the Expressway's primary road are similarly damaged leaving the possibility of journeying the whole way quickly with an army unfeasible.
However, the technology that made this Expressway so successful during the Golden Age did not require the entire road to be used. As in an attempt to reverse engineer the legendary spacebridges from the Age of Expansion, a group of scientists and engineers created an anchored groundbridge system, linking two stationary points even in the presence of military grade jammers capable of preventing mobile groundbridges. With one archway in each city, it was the Pancontiental Expressway that became the testing ground of this technological marvel which even now is capable of transferring thousands of Cybertronians within seconds. At least it would be, if not for the fact both archways are currently deactivated.
In Petrex, the faded golden and bronze archway that pierces the sky fails to glow it's once ever-present green that had lit up the night, as power no longer runs through the gateway. The link with its fellow anchor is long inactive after eons without power to either side of the marvel, which is now sealed as a precaution to prevent either side using it.
Located only a few blocks from the archway though, the Expressway's Control Centre remains. A grand building that had once been a place of pride with its gilded corridors and wide open chambers, which had once held thousands of civilians waiting to access the bridge. Now, however, the structure has been stripped of some of that splendour as dull fortifications shape many of the passageways in case an assault was ever launched in an attempt to reactivate the gates.
Which would leave defenders reeling due to the Expressway's location just slightly south of the centre of the city. Allowing defending reinforcements to arrive quickly either from the Central Command Centre or any of the AA guns among other fortifications such as the barracks. On the otherhand, though it's location in the heart of the city has left the idea of destroying the gateway to prevent it's capture unfeasible, as such an assault would lead to a catastrophic reaction, obliterating the city and possibly many of the surrounding territories.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Jul 17, 2018 6:13:35 GMT
::Groundbridge--- Hold up, You know even saying that is already giving me a bad feeling about this---::
Roaringwing flinched at the commlink that came in from the heat of the battle. Sure, they had been listening to the blasts of chaos all day- they had this place heavily guarded, the prize possession of their control in Petrex that was now under siege. The other guards that had been with him turned and looked to one another- yes, they heard it too.
::EXCUSE ME, VEERON IS IT?! ARE YOU EVEN AWARE OF HOW LONG THIS HAS BEEN DEACTIVATED--- HOW MUCH IT WILL REQUIRE TO--::
::Stellene- ye...s...:: His voice broke over the comm as he turned and shot a quick glance to Jawbreaker. "Who the pits is Stellene--"
"She's a commanding officer..."
They already broke away and began moving to the massive archway, the patrol that had been on guard split in half as they merged with three of the engineers that had this frightened look on their faceplate, connecting some of the cables that literally took three to lift. Roaringwing, the one overseeing the operation of controls, simply stood there dumbfounded. There was no army there to be transported- it was only used for transporting on the expressway... now he had a really, really bad feeling about this.
::Roaringwing to Veeron--- What are we transporting exactly?:: He paused, with a dull look on his faceplate.
::... So the two of you. Just the two of you...::
Someone yelped as one of the cables snapped back at them, someone shouted to lift them higher next time.
::Alright well--- you'll be waiting for a very long tim-::
"GOT IT!"
He sighed.
::Okay--- give me a minute to get the controls working, I have no idea just how long it will take for the entire bridge to charge, primus, it could take months...::
"I am starting to really hate the Autobots..."
The mech commented, as he gazed upwards at the arching frame. The power-source that had been contained in a compartment that could be hooked up through a distance with the cables was connected, he just needed to flip the panels online... and charge it. After so many centuries-- it was very uncertain how it would hold up without being properly cleaned up and tested... It wasn't meant for transporting like a regular GB-- that's not what it was... But two, and maybe a couple clicks off, that- it was possible. Maybe. Wing felt like this was going to end in some nasty death, and probably trigger the entire rig to implode. He was a scientist- but apparently nothing he said meant anything to anyone anymore.
Wing didn't take long as he jumped up from his current position and flipped into his plane-alternative mode- a blast from his engines and he was through the short distance back to the main command center for this beast of a ring he prided so much. A large amount of 'Bots were on high-alert here too, they looked about as pleased as he was. Wing nearly broke down the door and stormed past a few mechs that had been revving this place to life, basically all it was now was a monitoring area. Old massive setups buzzed and flickered to life, it was a bit spooky. One very large lever- took about two 'bots to pull, marked with big red letters-- "DO NOT PULL LEVER-" Wing turned to a mech to his left--
"Pulling the lever....?"
"....Yup--."
Well, they nodded and counted down from five- and pulled the lever....
The entire room- no, the entire city surged. It wasn't too noticeable- but, someone could tell the damn this was attempted to be turned on.
"Systems are---- stable! It's.... Primus... Well it's-"
"It's WHAT. What are the readings?"
"Unpredictable- I mean this bridge hasn't even been tested or, Primus- But it's barely holding together. I don't know if it's ready to transport- it's charging-- charged... Not fully, but if it's just two- it can jump-? I- locked onto coordinates... Not liking the looks of this-"
"No one is, shut up and do it."
::Wing to ground patrol--- Did... Well, what's it look like over there-- did we get it? Is it exploding? What's going on?::
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Post by WheelSpin on Jul 17, 2018 6:38:40 GMT
::Orbit to Wing--- It's--- Turning, the-- We're on stand-by-::
The massive swirling of light was blinding those closest to it, they all thought at this point was just going to explode.
::We're warping!::
Two figures came out of the vortex that still hadn't even fully been opened; they were expecting the worst. This was it- this was the end. They were all doomed and would the two survive the trip? Hopefully yes.
"What have we done."
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Jul 17, 2018 14:52:18 GMT
There was a middle of figures flickering through the unstable gate- the negative side of warping before the gate even fully operational… they had about a 50/50 chance of being torn to shreds during that risky play, but as Veeron was practically dragged through the gate- he could sigh with relief. Once in a safe distance and with the gate closed- a couple of troopers and engineers moved in to help WheelSpin out with his burdened load--
Veeron popped right up and pushed himself off the ground, brushing himself off and casting a rather silly grin to the smaller racer.
“You're stronger than that sleek frame lets on-- thank you. The jump must've cured me miraculously, or maybe it was just your finish.”
He teased the racer for but a moment before the group looked utterly confused, Veeron wasted no time once he had their attention.
“Veeron is it--- well do you have any idea what you just opened?”
“Yup- Where is the power supply to this thing exactly?”
One of the engineers looked at his coworker, they exchanged a confused expression as their question was blown off.
“.... About a block away in a transmitter vault…”
“How big is the vault?”
“Roughly your height, the same width, and depth--”
Veeron turned to WheelSpin, his expression a bit more serious.
“Alright- you coming with? If so-- let's go.”
The taller opal mech was already walking off in the direction the engineers pointed him too-- they had decided to follow along with a few other soldiers incase anything stupid happened.
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Post by Tarnation on Jul 18, 2018 9:04:21 GMT
There was, however, a flicker left in the groundbridge. It hadn't been properly closed on the other side in time. Behind them, there was another flash of light as it opened a bit wider, and a large dark mech flew through, skidding across the ground, sending sparks flying from the friction between his armor and the ground. Tarn had arrived. He grunted as he made a roll, getting back on his feet, swiftly impaling one of the engineers who had remained in the back and seen him arrive, while the others were farther away. The energon dripped down as the life faded from his optics, althout it wasn't something Tarn paid any attention to. No, his focus was on the larger mech in front of him and his smaller companion. "I don't think we were finished yet, autobots. The fun has just started, although for him, it just ended."
He shook off the dead body, walking towards them slowly, now that they had no doubt noticed that he was there, in a place where he wasn't supposed to be. He recognized both of them, knew them by name. How he did, well, he kept tracks on everyone. Who they were, who they were associated with. All part of his work. Perhaps they had ties to the decepticons? Perhaps they helped traitors get away? Such actions were unforgivable, and punishable by death. His blade glistened with energon, pointing straight at them, his shield in its retracted mode on his other arm, waiting to be used. There was no running from the doomsday, their fate had arrived. He was just waiting to see what they would do, how they'd try to avoid what was inevitable.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jul 18, 2018 17:42:24 GMT
They made it through. WheelSpin had pulled all that he had to drag this large mech through knowing that if they stalled or paused, it would be both their demise. It was perhaps because of all the effort he put into moving Veeron, that he looked rather disgrunted when the mech got up like nothing had happened and he was right as rain. Just moments ago he was lying there with systems failing and now this. He had been faking it and if he had checked him more thoroughly, he'd have seen it too!
What was saving the mech from a nasty retaliation and a possibly kick, was the fact that he'd complimented his paintjob and that had the mech simply grunt and shake his helm. "You're a lazy scrap for processor, you know that. Made me do all the work too. What if we were too slow because of your heavy aft?" He relented after a moment with a deeper exvent. "...but.. yeah. Thanks." For the compliment.
He moved to follow after the larger mech when he heard noise. His turned about in the direction of where it was coming from, his optics widening. The ground bridge had not fully closed and there had been one more mech that was coming through. He recognised the mech. Almost automatically he drew back. "It's Tarn! Scra---" Was yelled almost automatically, as a warning to Veeron.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Jul 19, 2018 1:54:32 GMT
A few steps into their journey and he was about to strike up a smart remark back to the racer when his sentence was quick to be cut off by a sharp mewl of pain in the background. Veeron stiffened up at the cry that WheelSpin threw out at him. Instead of turning however to see the damage, he used the fraction of a second, or full few seconds gifted to them by the support troops, and with a flattened expression whomped together a list and lifted his servo, connecting a digit to the racer's audial. Almost like a system hack, WheelSpin would receive a rather short list-- but powerful enough in meaning. With that he slid her servo from the side of the racer's helm and rolled his shoulders, his cyan optics shifting down to the mech. The list on WheelSpin's display read as follows; 1. Run. 2. Race to the controls and secure the energy source. 3. Don't look back. 4. Charge the warp up completely with enough juice for one last run- 5. Attach a remote detonation device to the energy supply crate. Jut in case. 6. Detach the supply crate from the Bridge- 7. Push it through the Bridge 8. Send those crystals as far along the express-way our bridge will allow-- 9. Celebrate the victory. 10. Remember me. "Go. Now, WheelSpin."He turned, facing a rather irritating opponent and shutting off his fear for the outcome of whatever this was about to explode to be. It shot him back in time mentally-- he could see the walls and hear the crying voices if he wanted to. His lenses locked upon Tarn's figure, his faceplate darkening at the tilt of his helm, and his vocals blasted back to the purple mech as he put himself firmly between Tarn and those running for safety behind him. At least he could buy them some time to retreat. For Tarn- Veeron was going to be a difficult opponent even if he knew everything that he thinks he does about this mech. This was not how he was wanting to end, all his life's goals going out like a dying flame and he felt incomplete at this moment- which made him only want to fight that much harder. Who fears the DJD?"So-" Three of the taller guards stayed while the rest fled with the racer, though of course they'd be left in the dust by the super speed his little engines would blast him at, they simultaneously unlocked their weapons and remained in a lined position behind the heavy-hitting frame of Veeron. "how do you want to end."Not he.
WheelSpin ((muffin)) Skyspray (Aquahaze) ((nugget))
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Post by Tarnation on Jul 19, 2018 9:48:35 GMT
It looked like not all of them were terrified when they saw him. This just made things more interesting. Killing those who blindly ran in fear wasn't much of a challenge, he could admit that without any shame. Those who instead stood and fought, seeing their faith fade away from their optics when they slowly succumbed to the death he brought, that was satisfying. His purple optics glistened, his decepticon mask menacingly staring down the shorter mech. The other autobots seemed to run, but he let them. They were not important to him. Simple soldiers, not a challenge on their own and not much more than annoyances in groups. The smaller car with them, Wheelspin, he was more of a pain. They've had a few encounters in the past, and he never came close enough, preferring to stay back and snipe. He'd have to watch out for that later, when the car was out of view.
He then began speaking, calmly, coldly. In a way that madecit exactly clear who they were dealing with, what they were dealing with. "How I want to end.. With your disembodied head in my hand? Standing in the energon of those foolish enough to help you? There are a lot of different ends, Veeron. You should know that. Don't be surprised that I know your name. You have been seen helping decepticon traitors escape from the Decepticon Justice Division, and thusly you have become a part of the problem. You have one chance to surrender and the rest of the autobots in this city will live, and the attack will be called off. Or, you could stay and fight, but that would lead to the death of countless more, all because of you. Are you saying you are more important than all of their lives, old mech?" The decepticon remained calm, smiling behind his mask, while casually walking forwards, his sword now lowered. There was no reason holding it out, it just got tiring. He could bring it up just as fast from a lowered position. His shield was however on standby, and his custom scrapmaker was slowly winding up, preparing to unleash a swarm of bullets.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jul 19, 2018 12:56:19 GMT
Wheelspin froze as Veeron's servo made contact with his audial. The list had been downloaded, fast, and already he'd gone through it from beginning to end, and up again. He had wanted to protest, again. His optics averted towards Tarn then briskly back towards Veeron. "Alright, but don't get yourself killed while I'm gone or else." Came unbidden from him. He could still not get over the fact of what had happened earlier.
No use in wasting any more time there now. He transformed smoothly into his sleek alt form, revved his engine and he was gone, before any of the others made even a step in his direction. He wanted to get it over with. He didn't run, he was tactically retreating towards the new objective, resulting from the orders he was given. He wanted to get it over with fast.
Controls were first starting up the GB, to charge up the warp, while the engineers were delegated to secure the power source. He looked impatiently in their direction. "Anybody got a detonator on them?"
"I have one." Came from his left, no the same bot that was inquiring but quite possibly one of his friends. The device was thrown across to WheelSpin who caught it. Now on to the next step.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Jul 19, 2018 15:48:21 GMT
*Old mech.* That stuck out from everything that this rather bluntly blind opponent they were about to face. It was an interesting statement given that Tarn was, last time he knew, roughly around the same age as he... An interesting thought especially while the Decepticon garbagecan also went on to lie about his aid in apparently helping others escape from the DJD...
"The Justice league Division huh? Looks like you're missing a few members. How does it feel to be all alone?"
A shrug of his shoulder as he rotated his back plate signaled a soft click and warming behind him.
"My reply to you Tarn-- You speak too much."
From the three soldiers behind the taller opal mech shifted the soldiers that stood closer to equal his height. They shifted their stand and raised ther beam rifles, simultaneously ripping off a shot at Tarns helm, shooting past Veeron, who know ducked into a spread stance ready for a fight.
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Post by Tarnation on Jul 19, 2018 16:34:25 GMT
And so it began. He raised his shield as he saw the rifles being raised, using ot to block the shots that otherwise would have hit him. "Seems like you chose to stay and fight, and subsequently sacrifice your men. Bold." He did not waste any time now, moving forwards towards them, his shield raised to protect himself from incoming attacks. His energon levels were critical, he needed to refuel before he could properly engage again. From his chest, a small compartment opened up, and he took the small energon injector that presented itself to him. He quickly jabbed it into his other arm, feeling the energon course through him. His strength was returning, and he rose up a bit more, advancing faster. He dropped the empty container behind him, he would not need it anymore. "Perhaps you are the one not paying enough attention to the outside world. I'm not alone. Have you checked your own ranks recently?" He asked, and soon he would be withing swinging range. That's when he was the most dangerous.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jul 19, 2018 18:01:59 GMT
A cart was brought forward on WheelSpin's orders. It would help push the heavy load through the unstable GB, that as crackling with energy at the moment. He nodded and moved to the energy supply crate, attatching the detonator to it. He pressed a few buttons, and the timer was set. He'd calculated about how much time it would need. It would be enough. As the crate was lifted onto the cart, the mechs moved to one side.
"On three." The sleeker mech spoke, his engine revving in anticipation. "We push on three." He added glancing ahead of them towards where the warp would take away their cargo. "One, two, three PUSH!"
The heavy energy supply crate moved with some protest, but as it gained speed it also gained momentum.
"Release!" He let go, and so did the others, stopping before any of them would end up stepping too far.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Jul 20, 2018 3:18:06 GMT
All in this time that the similar sized enemy took into speaking and approaching them-- Veeron was keeping time with everything that filled his processor. He waited- hunched over and squared up ready to pummel the darker black and purple frame--- when he was almost in range of striking, Veeron's voice bellowed out a command that charged his squad into motion like the crack of a whip.
"Formation! Shields!"
They split apart- shields activating. One of the four remained where they stood. A solider to Veeron's left lurched to their side and dashed left. A soldier to his right leaned right and dashed to the right. Their rifles flew into deafening activity again while they ran to force Tarn to try and protect his vitals and break his charge. Veeron followed a stride behind the soldier to his right, not stopping behind the soldier- he held out his forearm closest to Tarn in case the brute targeted him- his shield an instant away from protecting himself. This formation made it difficult to extinguish them at once. They kept a wide distance, they were light on their feet, and Tarn couldn't take the three out at once. Their targets were his knee and shoulder joints, his pedde joints, any crippling exposed vital area through the cracks of his plating. Veeron skidded past the soldier that took up position- and completed the diamond shape they formed. The sound of the rifles exploding at continuous charges were enough to give one an immediate headache- the large blasters meant for tanking. He put himself directly between Tarn and the giant archway, his battlemask fell into place with a soft click and the rusty dust stirred around their feet as they moved. He took up stance- a charge from his back- and he was ready.
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And while these events all took place--- the Bridge engineers in the control center wasted no time in fully expanding the warp to its full potential as it once was in its glory day. The light from the massive arch was magnificent- though Veeron and those members concentrated on battle knew what was coming, it may of have even momentarily distracted Tarn for a fatal moment. Those on ground control in the command center punched in the commands that had been sent to them, pulling up the furthest extent of the coordinates while the warp door filled. Once the main power supply had been disconnected by those working on the ground- the entire computer system went black- everything simply died while the ark drained them of power. It was prepped for one final jump.
The archway glittered upon the surface of the bridge like a gateway to heaven--- and when the cart was pushed through--- it went black. Like the death of a star- energy building in the center as if the entire structure was about to blow-- but, then it fizzed with a few cracks of energy- and darkness crept upon the battlefield once more.
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Post by Tarnation on Jul 20, 2018 9:13:08 GMT
Splitting up so that he couldn't target them all at once, a smart move, but in a way very stupid. This left one soldier at once with him, and that was much easier to deal with than four. He took some hits to his back section, no problem. He was heavily armored, and made to resist blaster fire while he closed the gap between himself and the enemy. Due to the blasters being fired, the shields were lowered, ((Due to the new Combat rules with one action per post, and pulling up shields and firing are two different ones.)) and that gave him all the time and opportunity that he wanted. He could take out Veeron later, for now, this autobot who stood in front of him got to taste his blade. With a singular swift motion, he lunged forwards, pretty much doing a roll as he hit the autobot square on, thereby touching him, making the usual wave of pain hit him. The agonizing screams of the autobot soldier didn't affect Tarn at all, he was used to it by now. He firmly grabbed the soldier by the neck and swung his around, using him as a shield against the others. They would have to kill one of their own to reach him now, or flank around him, but thereby exposing themselves to heavy blaster fire as they did so. Besides, even the slightest movement of his hand would break the neck of the autobot, so in the end, all hope was lost for him. Just as how it usually was. "You need to work a bit harder."
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Post by WheelSpin on Jul 20, 2018 18:36:00 GMT
Moments after the cargo had been on its way to its final destination, the warp closed in on itself. Wherever it had been sent, it would arrive there, but nobody else would be following it.
Wheelspin turned away from the machinery that no longer served its purpose and began to head back towards the location he had last seen Tarn and Veeron. Even as he took the first steps before transforming, he commanded the rest of the remaining engineers in the room: "Disassemble what can be taken with us, destroy the rest and scram back to our base with the ...er loot."
Technically he knew that he only had the command because Veeron passed it to him, but as long as orders would be followed, it didn't matter. With that done, he transformed, revving up his engine once more, as he sped towards the two fighters.
Had Tarn already been victorious? Or was he still fighting Veeron? If the first, he would need to turn about as fast as his tyres could take him to escape because for sure then, Veeron would've been dead. If they were still fighting perhaps he could assist in motivating to have the terror of many a decepticon, and autobot alike, depart as well. Either or, he'd see it soon enough. As a precaution he released the charge over his frame that temporarily diminished his spark signature, leaving only his engine to be heard.
He was not going to drive into the room, guns blazing, however. The plan was to stop, near it, transform again and this time, simply walk, quietly, into the section where Tarn and Veeron were.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Jul 20, 2018 19:56:04 GMT
((YEH I didn't picture them shooting through their shields. XD ))
The three of them watched as Tarn held their member hostage- not one of them flinched or looked at all concerned about this despite the pitiful wailing of their squad member in the metallic clutches of the Decepticon that stood across the way from them. Veeron lifted his arm towards tarm- the metal plating moving as a rather large beam-shaped cannon stood in place of his arm. He didn't fire- just held it there threateningly, ultimately pointing to the Autobot that cried for mercy. Tarn seemed to of have won that round. The weapon had been charged and it clicked shut- still fighting an inner battle of being unwilling to pull the shot.
He was beginning to lower his arm in defeat--- *BANG.* The cannon lurched back and what exploder out of it came as a shock. No one expected him to actually shoot. The massive rail round ripped out in an explosion of smoke from the tip of the barrel and blinked across the very short distance it was fired-- aiming to rip right through whatever part of Autobot was blocking the way of Tarn’s right knee joint. Veeron had hesitated from taking the killshot. He deemed disabling Tarn from fighting probably would be good enough.
The two Bots around him raised their rifles and locked their scope on the path Veeron's railgun fired- to help blow out the rest of the joint if his cannon failed at that.
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Post by Tarnation on Jul 22, 2018 17:55:57 GMT
They must have miscalculated where his knee joint was, due to the autobot blocking their view. Instead of punching a hole through his knee, the shot simply went through his upper leg instead, and out on the other side. He groaned out in pain, it was a shot that had hurt, but it wouldn't be enough to take him out of the fight. He stumbled a bit, cracking the neck of the bot in the process, cutting his screams short as he fell over, dead. Tarn now frowned behind his mask, as he unleashed his own attack upon the three bots. His X15 Scrapmaker began firing, making bullets fly through the air in a massive quantity. He rose up fully again, his shoulder-mounted gun continuing to easily chew through the autobots' armor if evasive actions weren't taken, although it was too late for at least one of them, as it was leaking energon from multiple gunshot wounds, and would be offline in a matter of moments. Such a shame that these bots had to die, just because Veeron was too selfish to surrender himself and answer for his crimes. He started walking, a bit slower now that his leg was hurt, but still in a rather quick pace, and it wouldn't be long until he was in direct melee range. "How many more have to die before you surrender, Autobot? How many others are you willing to sacrifice, just so you can get away?" He asked over the loud rattling of his cannon, which echoed throughout the room.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jul 22, 2018 21:14:13 GMT
Wheelspin had reached the room finally, he crouched down. He did not have a clear shot from where he stood, though he was trying to get one in anyway. He moved again, ducking down to avoid any shot that might have gone in his direction. A few steps forward again then he crouched down.
He had seen the leg that was damaged. It was the weakness, the weak spot. If he shot at it again, perhaps the limp would be greater or perhaps it would cause Tarn's leg to collapse. He took his aim there.
He paused till the leg came forward again. There, at the hole is where he aimed at. His gun was lowered, letting the capsules filled with acid, to slide into the chamber ready. Then the first shot was fired, and then another followed after. There was a click. Then he ducked down again scampering off behind some of the larger containers found in the room where he could find some cover should the large mech chose to fire again but his time, it would not be acid pellets he would've used.
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Post by Nightlock on Jul 23, 2018 16:15:33 GMT
Twomp rumbled into the city finally getting there, she looked around the wreckage’s as she tried to figure out what she was supposed to do, she had no leader orders just being told to get here as quickly as possible, so she followed the sounds of battle. Her Alt mode was hunched down so that she could hide as best as she could though a massive behemoth of 50 ft wasn’t exactly easy to hide. Twomp’s coms where still on simply because she didn’t know how to turn them off.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Jul 24, 2018 5:05:59 GMT
One of their members down, Veeron and the remaining two instinctively ripped up their shields to block the shots echoing in loud blasts from the mount on Tarn's arm cannon. For one- it was too late. His metal shield only blocked the shots after he was thrown back from being clacked heavily against. Veeron grit his derma at the site but remained firmly grounded as his energy shield observed the fire he was under. As for the remaining soldier, his shield was torn apart by the heavy weapon. In an instant the Bot would be nothing more than cannon fodder.
The cyan blue optics traced another shot-- one he hadn't been expecting from the weapon of a sleek figure that dived for cover. The circular rotator wings over his back lifted a bit and he adjusted his stance, his free servo unclasped something from his hip which he held firmly. With a push from the ground, the old gladiator rose up to meet Tarn's challenge helm on.
"You're too late, Tarn! They're coming- they're all coming-- Don't you notice how dark it is? You lost."
The deeper vocals nearly roared with a sort of ferocity as he kept his shield in impact of the weapon, distracting it to keep his remaining soldier free from fire in order to land a side shot to the Con again.
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