Trypticon Main Hallway

 

    This large, high-ceilinged, circular room with plain metal floors has the Decepticon symbol painted on the floor in the center. Ornate metallic pillars with the Decepticon banners hanging from them are basically the only decoration in the room. Several rooms branch out from this hallway. The MedBay is off to the east. To the west is the Meeting Hall. Directly to the north is the Spaceport Landing.

 

Contents:

Comcast

Hook

Scourge

Galvatron

Obvious exits:

Up <U> leads to Trypticon Command Center.

North <N> leads to Spaceport Landing.

South <S> leads to NCC Central Hub.

East <E> leads to Trypticon Medical Bay.

West <W> leads to Meeting Hall.

Down <D> leads to Trypticon Access Corridor.

 

Galvatron is standing, waiting on those he ordered to report to him. He waits on them to arrive.

 

Scourge approaches Galvatron slowly, his optics locking onto his esteemed commander ever so quickly. Giving a brief nod as he usually does. "Sir." He says simply, adressing his obvious prescence. Aware this is involved with the raid, mentioned earlier.

 

Scrapper steps into Trypticon's hallway from the outside. He hasn't spent much of any time inside of Trypticon (is it really right to call him Trypticon right now, Scrapper wonders) since they brought his lasercore over to the Dinocon. Speaking of the Dinocon, Scrapper hasn't seen him around. Well, we'll all hope that he turns up alive and well, right?

 

Galvatron nods carefully at Scourge, "Scourge, excellent. I see you have brought Hook." who we assume is here since she wanted in on this. "I have finally solved the problem. You know how I looked at the picture of Ultra Magnus and expressed my disgust at his ugliness on channel? Then proceeded to say something had to be smited or stolen in order to clear my mind of that image? I have decided! To clear my mind of the grotesque image of Magnus, which by the way is uglier on picture than even in person, is to STEAL something. The question, however, lies in what and from where."

 

Scrapper must have the luck of Primus on his side. Or the foresight of having OOC information at his disposal. Cough cough. Scrapper had /just/ come to Galvatron with a need for certain parts, and what's Galvatron talking about? Parts! Wow, that's, like, such an awesome coincidence. "Excuse me, Lord Galvatron, but I have a suggestion." Scrapper pulls out a datapad from a hip compartment and holds it up for Galvatron to take if he wants. "It's the initial drafts for the Giant Squid, m'Lord. For your approval." It's all complicated like, and looks exactly like <insert what Galvatron OOCly wants it to look like here ;-)>. "We're going to need some high grade naval armour for it, though."

 

Scourge hmms to himself. "Yes. You did express your clear opinion of how vile, Magnus was in your vision. Which I must agree. Horrible looking piece of scrap." His face smirks ever so slightly, as his brow drops. This is a thinking pose. "Target. Well supplies for the MSE's various projects sound quite intriguing." Looking back to Scrapper with some interest. "Yes. That construction will require heavy supplies. Your infernal companion , Hook was researching it. Large creatures as I am aware. Our supplies are limited, moving towards the re-construction of the IHQ security level. I must agree with Scrapper on this. /If/ you want this to be done. Mighty Galvatron." With that he humbles himself, looking back to the MSE director, and the cannon director variously.

 

Comcast keeps on standing there, being a good little Decepticon who was ordered to come to Earth by Galvaspaz. Maybe it was just so he didn't forget how pretty he was!

 

Hook listens as his superiors talk around hi. Seeing Scrapper, he gives his fellow Contructicon a nod, and strides over to him. "Scourge is correct, I was researching various aquatic animals in the New Crystal City's main databank."

 

Galvatron looks at Comcast, "I ordered you here, Comcast. To privately tell you that you are not ugly. That is all. That, and I expect a list of targets very quickly for the Cineplex operation. Take what supplies you need from the bay here. We have an ample amount at the moment." he nods at Scourge, "Yes. Absolutely horrifying. The only way to clear it from my mind is to raze and pillage, lest I be disturbed for life." Like he isn't already. He smirks at Scrapper, "Soooo you need armor. Very well. We will attack the United States East Coast marine production factory. Many ships are produced there. We can get the metal you need for modification."

 

Comcast nods to Galvatron. "Of course, my lord. I have delegated the task, since I am unable to perform it myself. I understand someone is handling it." Get your aft into gear, Scourge! Anyways. "Is there anything else?" he asks, and waits to be dismissed and return to Cybertron. Sadly, he cannot make it to this raid today. Nevermind.

 

Scrapper blinks. What's this about Magnus? Being ugly? Useless, sure, but ugly? Hey, Scrapper isn't going to argue with the Cannon. The Constructicon ndos in agreement with Scourge. ALL projects require heavy supplies, it seems. He manages to avoid sighing as Galvatron feels the need to tell Comcast that he isn't ugly. Whatever floats Galv's boat, right? He nods in thanks to Galvatron. "Thank you, Lord Galvatron. If it pleases you, I shall come along to select the exact thing we need for your mighty squid of death."

 

Scourge nods affirmingly at Galvatron. Yes. Comcast is quite ugly. Not Ultra Magnus ugly, but close. Or actually thinking more in the lines of where the strike will actually take place. As usual he ignores Hooks confirmation of what Scourge said. Why? Because he already knew it happened. His attention is focused solely upon Galvatron, with slight consideration to Scrapper at various times. "Do you have an exact target in mind sir? Or shall we just wander, bringing down carnage and destruction on the first place that can fit us with what we desire?" Of course he has an exact target, option B would just be considered stupid. Very.

 

Hook stands at attention. He's not dissing Galvatron, no way. He has a painful memory of the /last/ time he crossed Galvatron. And he is determined not to fail his leader again. He glaces over at his brother. "Scrapper, any progress on the design?"

 

Galvatron nods at Scrapper, "What he said. He will come along and guide our hand in what to grab. Is everyone ready?"

 

Scrapper nods to Hook and, since Galvatron didn't take the datapad, hands it off to Hook. "Take a look," he says modestly, even though it's clear that he's fairly proud of the design schematics. "I've done some research on real Terran Squids so the Autobots will have the advantage of the millions of years of evolution that the creature must have gone through." He nods to his Lord. "Aye, Lord Galvatron."

 

Hook smiles at his brother's work. "Well done brother." Hearing Galvatron, he nods. "Aye, milord."

 

*** TRAVEL SPAM ***

 

Middle Atlantic States

 

    New York, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Washington D.C., New Jersey, and Maryland consist of rolling farmland and woods, ancient, worn-down mountains, wide rivers, and verdant valleys. New York adds the largest city in the country, New York City, and the breathtaking Niagara Falls. Pennsylvania offers the steel center of Pittsburgh and the coal mines of the northeast along with the historic port city of Philadelphia. Delaware is the home of Du Pont chemical company, plus food processing and automobile assembly plants. Washington, D.C., capital of the U.S., displays world-famous monuments, buildings, and too much governmental spending. New Jersey contributes the drab city of Newark, the gambling of Atlantic City, and the New Jersey Turnpike. Maryland includes the polluted Chesapeake Bay and the major seaport city of Baltimore.

 

Contents:

Galvatron

Sweepcraft <Scourge>

Hook

Obvious exits:

North <N> leads to Eastern Provinces - Canada.

Northeast <NE> leads to New England States.

Southwest <SW> leads to Southeastern States.

East <E> leads to Northwest Atlantic.

West <W> leads to North Central States.

Fly <Up>  New York <NY>  District of Columbia <DC>

 

Sweepcraft <Scourge> follows quickly, thrusters roaring. Following the lead of the slower, mech formed Cons. Galv at the lead of course.

 

Galvatron soars overhead, heading for the factory on the east coast. He leads with him a ragtag group of raiders. Upon arriving at the site, he cannons the door, exploding it. Humans scatter, "Scrapper, what do we need?

 

Scrapper rattles off a list of various components, including various naval ships that they can be found on, and even which factories produce it. Of course, all of this is subject to change depending on how accurate Decepticon intel is on this sort of thing. The Constructicon touches down on the ground awkwardly, as he never feels comfortable flying in the air. Scrapper's a piss-poor aerial combatant.

 

Hook soars down from the skies above, he laser pistol at the ready. He lands behind his brother, also not comfortable with the sky.

 

Galvatron nods at Hook and Scrapper, "Excellent. Begin loading the supplies into Gumbius." the convenient gumby seeker transport that has 0 fighting ability. "Scourge. Provide air support. I will provide ground defenses."

 

Sweepcraft <Scourge> transforms upon touchdown with the soil. Landing on his feet oh so elegantly, like it was nothing. For it was. Turning back he sweeps the area mentally, overlooking his surroundings in case of retaliation. By, oh I dont know? Autobots. Finally turning towards Galvatron, "Understood." So once more he takes back of into the air. With a quick transformation, and another blast off. Taking normal circular defense routines. Taking account the perimeter of the area into a fuller affect.

 

Starfighter <Defcon> descends from the skies above.

Starfighter <Defcon> has arrived.

 

Poor Gumbius. You just know that his life was pretty much planned out for him the moment the Creation Factory gave him his mind. Ah well, those CFs clearly have a sense of humour. Just look at Vector Sigma and the Aerialbots and Stunticons. Scrapper, meanwhile, nods to Lord Galvatron and motions for Gumbius, the cargo carrying gumby Seeker, to follow him and Hook. The pair of them rush into the production factory, through the hole Galvatron blew open. "Hook, see if you can find where the fleshlings store the specific armour we need."

 

Humans run about screaming, "OMG!" and "LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HEAH!" and "MY EYES, MY EYES! ALL THE PURPLE AND GREEN!"

 

DepthCharge arrives from the North Central State region far to the west.

DepthCharge has arrived.

 

Hook nods once. Without speaking, he goes and looks for a computer terminal. Swatting a few random humans out off his way, he downloads information concering what is here.

 

Smokescreen arrives from the North Central State region far to the west.

Smokescreen has arrived.

 

Scrapper ignores all the little fleshlings other than to snort. Clearly they do not have what it takes to realize that lime green and purple are truly wonderful colours. The Constructicon departs from Hook and heads off on his own. He doesn't look for a terminal, though, since he just can't press all those tiny little buttons accurately enough. Instead he just starts searching the cargo rooms, all hunched over so he'll fit.

 

Tech Winnebago arrives from the Southeastern State region far to the southwest.

Tech Winnebago has arrived.

Tech Winnebago drives into the area.

 

Sky Lynx arrives from the Southeastern State region far to the southwest.

Sky Lynx has arrived.

 

Tanker Truck <Colossus> arrives from the Southeastern State region far to the southwest.

Tanker Truck <Colossus> has arrived.

Tanker Truck <Colossus> drives into the area.

 

BOTS!

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "..."

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "MOTORMASTER."

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Get your large, mantastic ass to my location."

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "I suspect that shortly, you will have something to smash like a small child."

 

Of course he's here first. Or at least, so Defcon wants to believe. In his starship mode, the Autobot flies into the area. "Several Decepticon targets identified," Defcon reports, mostly to himself. If other Autobots happen to pick up his transmission, well, good for then. For now, the hunter was just looking forward to the slagging and thus, Defcon dives into an attack run!

 

Where there's smoke, there's fire. Where there's Canadians, there's Hockey. And where there's Decepticons, there's Autobots.

Well, except for, like, Decepticon City. Or maybe Charr. But that's beside the point.

What is important is the simple first rule of thermodynamics: for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. So when Decepticons go raiding, Autobots nearly always zoom off in retaliation. Hence, Smokescreen's arrival, spurred on by Defcon's reports. "Any positive ID's?" The Autobot asks as he arrives at the edge of the base, popping up into his robot mode.

 

Galvatron receives a radio transmission.

 

DepthCharge, the most of beloved of all Autobots, is flying through the air, heading to that place where the people from The Practice live. Teletran Two alerted him to the fact that there was evil afoot! And so DepthCharge has set out, with is Trident of Righteousness magnetically locked onto his back. In fact, DC should almost be there. So DepthCharge drops on down closer to the ground, trying to arrive in a somewhat discreet fashion.

 

Galvatron receives a radio transmission.

 

Galvatron transmits a message via radio.

 

Galvatron receives a radio transmission.

 

Galvatron transmits a message via radio.

 

Soundwave descends from the skies above.

Soundwave has arrived.

 

Hook works tirelessly to put the stolen goods in Gumbius. From time to time he gets shot at, but nothing bothers him.

 

Hook has disconnected.

 

Soundwave appears in the skies high above, dropping downwards from the stratosphere slowly and homing in on the Decepticon locator beacons which have come before him. For the moment he's still just a cobalt blue dot, but he's coming closer every second.

 

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> descends from the skies above.

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> has arrived.

 

Tech Winnebago heard the call for aid while he was in route to the Ark, but one can not put justice on hold while on the other line. Making use of one of those emergency U-turn breaks in the divider he starts heading back to offer his aid. Covering the usually long drive in record time thanks to the wonders of animation the Flaming Chariot Justice soon apprears on the horizon the sun gleaming off the finish of the rear trailer section. Picking up those normal purple blips on his scanner he fires off a quick transmission over the comm frequency. "Autobots what the current situation?"

 

Sky Lynx flies into the area in his usual, undescribable form, and descends down into a comfortable altitude above the region where Teletran Two has instructed him to go. "Isn't it too late in the night for you folks to be raiding for parts?" The dinobird cranes his head down at the Cybertronians below while his massive form casts a dark silhouette for effects purposes.

 

CONS

 

Scrapper and Hook are inside the armour production factory, by the way, searching around for... well shucks, armour. Who'd a thunk it? By now, DC is going to have a lot of clues to put together. The Constructicons have gone for heavy grade armour, very complicated AI microchips, and now naval armour. Just what does the evil MSE have on their plate? Scrapper can vaguely hear calls of Autobots and stuff outside. But he's not worried, because they have Galvatron on their side, and nothing can beat Galvatron. And so, Scrapper keeps looking. I sure hope nobody tries to stop him. Especially not somebody like Smokescreen.

 

Even more humans run, clawing at their eyes. "Orange Poposicles, bearded robots, and bright green! OH MY! Save us! Save us daddy! SAVE US!" They scream.

 

Galvatron laughs, "That's right. Run currs. RUN! I am your master! Your lord. I have seen it. In dreams. Visions. The end is near. AND I AM AT THE HEART OF IT!" Then the voice cuts in. That effite voice. "Sky Lynx! AUTOBOTS! Decepticons. We are discovered! Prepare for battle!"

 

Sweepcraft <Scourge> is technically the highest Decepticon in the immediate range of the factory, excluding the now approaching tape master of evil. The craft continues extensive radar Sweeps. More of the look out unit then anything else. Considering he's not meant for loading, might as well leave that to the green bunch and arsenal of seerkers. Oh, and there he catches sight of the massive white Autobot cruiser. With quite satisfaction may I add. With quick alertness to Galvatrons signal, the craft begins to shift and turn into the more compact and battle ready form of Scourge. Now able to coordinate, considering the smaller the better, doesnt look like hes going to win a tactical size battle tonight. Peeling out his large energy rifle. Glaring out towards Sky Lynx. "Cursed Autobot!" Firing off some warning shots, before dropping elevation. Next to Galvatron's side."

       Suddenly the Sweepcraft in front of you, shifts and turns. Re-appearing in the form of a sinister Decepticon.

 

Soundwave appears in the skies high above, dropping downwards from the stratosphere slowly and

homing in on the Decepticon locator beacons which have come before him. For the moment he's still just a cobalt blue dot, but he's coming closer every second. (repose)

 

Thrust arrives from the North Central State region far to the west.

Thrust has arrived.

Thrust swaggers around.

 

BOTS

 

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar is in this fight as well, don't count out Briar. The EDC's notorious for being fashionably late and Briar's making sure that happens here. He roars along nearly street level towards the armor production facility with the bots just blowing right by him with little so much as a hi. Well, no Christmas cards for them, that's for sure. The Glaive II arcs up streaking up into the sky so Michael can get a birds eye view of everything. Might be a bad idea, but ech, Michael's never run out of ideas, most of them bad. No sense in stopping now.

 

"Scourge. You're mine," Defcon emits and the starship seems to pick his first target. "Time to kick some ass," he adds and a pair of missiles are launched at the Decepticon Sweep. Immediately Defcon pulls up, preparing to avoid any return fire the DEcepticon

 

Starfighter <Defcon> misses Scourge with his Splattershot Missile! attack.

 

Sky Lynx tucks back his lengthy neck in response to Scourge's warning shots and reveals an intimidating set of teeths at the Sweep commander in displeasure, "Save your ammunition, Decepticon, it only serves to anger me further." The dinobird's mouth splits open and spews out a stream of flames towards the Sweep commander with the acetylene blaster concealed inside his mouth.

 

Sky Lynx strikes Scourge with Acetylene Blaster -- 1000 degrees.

 

Tech Winnebago rolls forward through the gates of the naval compound then seems to rocket into the air as he transforms. He momentarily strikes a pose that has nothing to do with the scene before he lands on the road ready to save the day. Looking toward where his nemesis stands he notices Scourge quickly dropping beside his master. "Hmm Larry, Moe where's?" The shadow of Soundwave soon appears above. "Oh there's Curly." A small chuckle escapse as he gets to a more open area. "So what is it this time Galvatron? After a nice sailor suit for Scourge there to complete you Village People collection or are you after a bigger bath toy?" Yes Rodimus may be crazy, but with luck it will give the others time to slip into the building without having to worry about Galvatron.

With a small motion the back section of the vehicle seperates from the front and fades into subspace. Rolling forward a few more yards the remaining section lifts up and transforms on its own into the robotic form of the Autobot Commander.

 

Lower and lower to the ground DepthCharge flies, as he pulls out his datapad and watches the blips that signify the Autobot response beginning to gather around the area. Eventually the Aquabot moves into a position where he is simply hovering inches above the ground. Yep, he isn't going to make a target of himself. He learnt that lesson well last time. Examining the datapad for a moment later, and seeing the sky light up with weapons fire between Sky Lynx and Scourge and Defcon, DepthCharge pops the datapad away and begins to approach the power plant. He repeats to himself "Don't make yourself a target. That act casually. The might not even notice you. Just walk towards the power plant and see what they are up to." And so DC just starts floating towards the building, trying to not come into direct optic contact with any Decepticons. Yes, anyone can spot him if they want and open fire. It isn't like he is a stealthy type.

 

Smokescreen glances around at the ensuing chaos- seems that the Autobots are actually shooting first, this time around. Not like Smokescreen's a pacifist- it's just an interesting thing to note, really. Contrary to the actions of the other 'bots, Smokescreen takes his time, stepping over the fence to the base as he walks over it with an almost casual air. At least, as Casual as one can be when you're a giant robot with an equally giant gun.

The other Autobots can hold their own...for now, at the least. There are more imporant things to worry about- like what the 'cons are up to. Smokescreen rounds a handy corner and steps into one particular factory- call it a hunch. And lo and behold, what should he see but a Constructicon up to something...bad and evil, no doubt.

Smokescreen raises his rifle, leveling it at Scrapper's back. "Hold it -RIGHT- there, Scrapper." he states, though he doesn't shoot...yet, at the least.

 

CONS

 

Scourge touches the ground only momentarily as the random Autobot howls at him. Oh wow, show your courage, your most definitely going to need it. Pushing off with his anti-gravs. The missiles ringing through the crisp summer air tips off the Sweep. Pushing himself to the side slightly, with the help of those every useful wings. Unfortunately for Scourge, when one misses the other must connect. Or something unlucky like that. With his attention drawn towards the projectile rockets, as the sail by. Scourge is caught off guard by the flamey blast from the oversized Dinobot. Only marking a brief singe upon the thick bluish armor.

Scourge continues up into the air. Heading where? But straight for the spacecraft. Which one? Well, the one who shot first of course. Wing extended like arch-angel. Scourge is physically going to try to go on a drive by slicing. Wasting little time on the chit-chat only focusing on the target. Death.

 

Scourge strikes Starfighter <Defcon> with Wing Scythe.

 

Galvatron smirks at Rodimus, "Yes. A sailor suit /Hot Rod/, you still haven't earned your Prime designation back in my eyes. You might want to work on that. Seeing as I am, you know, ruler of the universe and all. Sailor suits are the in fashion of course. BAH! This facade is amusing, but boring. Why should I tell you what I want here, Hot Rod? What's in it for me? I tell you what. You give me that glow ball for summary destruction, I'll not only tell you why I am here, but also throw in a free visit to a Decepticon Prison colony? Yes, no? Oh, forget it. I have a better idea. NYARGH! FACIAL KILLING!" He fires at Rodimus' face with a low level cannon blast, "Say, Hot Rod, what's that on your face?"

 

Galvatron manages to strike Rodimus Prime with his Cannon <Low>.

 

Scrapper pops into another storage area, and yes! Finds much of what is needed here in the warhouse section of the factory. Scrapper is about to rush on over and get as much as he can in his payloader shovel when suddenly he hears someone behind him. Scrapper freezes, trying to figure out who's voice this is. Bluestreak, perhaps? No no, it's Smokescreen, Scrapper recognizes. The Constructicon stays where he is. Is he thinking to himself what to do? Is he planning on how best to surrender to Smokescreen? Nope... he's asking himself whether or not he has himself a Smokescreen piece in his collection yet. And how about that?  He doesn't. Pistol already in hand, Scrapper retorts back. "Alright, alright... I surrender, Autobot. I'll leave in pea- HI-YEAH!!" Scrapper whirls around, whips up his gun, and takes a quick shot. Course, he'll get shot back no doubt for his trouble, but hey.

       Hook and Gumbius (argh), meanwhile, keep searching for another storage area with the stuff needed.

 

You strike Smokescreen with Mixing it up with a Masterful shot.

 

Soundwave grows larger in the sky. He is dropping toward earth face first, in a steep dive. One arm has already come forward, rifle in hand. Soundwave's internal targetting system has come online, and searches for a target below as he drops. The ground targets prove to be out of range for accurate firing, but at the very least he can lay down some cover fire. Soundwave pulls the trigger several times in succession.

 

Soundwave misses DepthCharge with his Disruption Wave attack. Yay!

 

BOTS

 

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar lands in the midst of the beginnings of the fight. No one's mixing it up with him, or screaming for his dead? Well, it was bound to happen one of these days. Still, it gives him a chance to slip by the fighting factions unnoticed. The suit takes off into a run, rifle disconnecting from his back and sliding into his well practiced hands. Michael checks to his left and right before moving towards the entrance. He's not about to be blindsided by a con at this point.

 

He tries to avoid the dice and slice, but fails and Scourge connects. Thankfully, it wasn't much more than a scratch... for now. Defcon spins and kind of runs with the slice. A mutter is the only thing that the bounty hunter offers in response. He decides to leave Scourge alone for now, though and landing turns his attention towards the big blue tape.

 

The starfighter's components start shifting around as it transforms into Defcon.

 

Defcon misses Soundwave with his Liquefying Plasma Rifle! attack.

 

Perhaps Rodimus should have stayed out of sight instead of walking into the open. He is quickly shown the error of his ways as a blast of energy engulfs his frame. Gritting his teeth Rodimus Prime lets it pass as he looks back up toward Galvatron. "On my face? You must mean this expression of boredom I have. Nyargh facial killing? Do you stand in front of the mirror and think this stuff up or just it just come to you naturally? As for your delightful invitation to witness first hand the hospitality of the Decepticon prison system...I'm afraid I must respectfully decline." As if to make sure the point hits home he extends both arms before him as the chrome pipes on his forearms release a return volley of energy.

 

Rodimus Prime strikes Galvatron with Exhaust Pipe Blasters.

 

Sky Lynx clamps his mouth shut, extinguishing the flames into black gusts of smoke which trails out of his mouth behind him. "Teletran Two had reported more of these bumbling Decepticons here in this area, where in the blazes are they?" The dinobird cranes his head around suspiciously, inspecting the premises while Defcon is occupied with Scourge. This ego bird must really have confidence in himself to have allowed his attention to stray so far from the battle at hand.

 

*ZAP!*

 

Bluestr- Err, Smokescreen, takes the Laser in the shoulder, and is sent reeling across the Factory floor. This is what he gets for trying to be, say...civil, about things. With a crash, Smokey barrels into a pile of machinery. Yet, he does not stay down- for now, at the least, pulling himself to his feet, leveling his Lightning Rifle at his lime green component. He pulls the trigger, sending forth a line of blue lightning, the thunderous *KRA-KOW!* echoing in the closed area with near deafening volume.

 

<Attack:> Smokescreen used Electricity. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

You evade Smokescreen's Electricity attack.

 

Sneak, sneak, sneak goes DepthCharge. Sneaking through alleyways of storage areas. He hears Scrapper's and Smokescreen's voice, coming from somewhere a few storage areas away and hears the sound of a laser blast. Thinking that he had better do something about that, DepthCharge moves forward, sneakily of course, peering around one of the storage area's corners. What does he see? Hook and a whole mess of gumbies marching on through. Counting them, and then counting himself, DepthCharge starts to back away from the sight. Nope, he isn't going to take on a TERROR of Decepticons (yes, that's the collective group name of Decepticons. A terror of Decepticons) by himself. So there DepthCharge goes, sneak, sneak, sneaking backwards. Then he hears something. A sound. Not 'the word' but the sound of an energy weapon discharging. And it is close. Too close. Diving to the side, DepthCharge avoids Soundwave's incoming attack by mere inches. He peers up at the floating Decepticon and unleashes a blast of electrical energy at the blue-one.

 

Tanker Truck <Colossus> is late to recieve the call to arms from his fellow Autobots. But being an old military soldier, he knows what is needed of him and being a veteran he can make those decisions expiditiously. The truck barrels down Route 80 heading through the central states to somewhere in mid-Atlantic states. The blips of his friends and of his enemies both appear on a dashboard panel, but he is still too far away to be able to tell just exactly where their signatures are eminating from. Traveling all the way from San Fran to this factory that he was alerted to is a long, very long drive. With the hope that he'll get there in time to be of assistance to his friends and with the courage that this Autobot has demonstrated many times in the past, the black truck floors the gas pedal. If he should be too late, then he'll just assist in the evacuations of the factory and the surrounding city that it occupies.

After a lengthy drive down the highway, not life.. though it was a long enough drive for Colossus to reflect over much of his life, he finally arrives on the outskirts of the factory. Slowing his advance he almost crashes into the rampaging humans as they run in terror and fear of the weapons fire. Halting completely he swings open the doors to the black cab portion. "Quickly, humans. Make haste. Get in and I will help you reach your destinations with more ease and safety." Once in the doors close and the truck turns around and heads to the city limits. "That was close.. I heard that this Decepticon leader is.. crazed. You were lucky that he did not pluck you up to be used in his 'guinea pig' wheels of doom. A terrible fate.. for anyone." he says to the humans as he heads away.

 

DepthCharge strikes Soundwave with Snaking tendrils of electricity.

 

Galvatron snarls as the blast washes over his form. It probably does as much menial damage to him as he just did to Hot Rod. "Well Hot Rod. Let's see...hmm...it comes naturally. What sort of an idiot sits in front of a mirror and decides quippy comebacks?" He soars into the air, and then cuts anti-grav, falling towards the Autobot Commander, "Oh that's right, HOT ROD, you do. Only you. Only you...." he chuckles. He extends his foot towards Rod's chest as he falls, "Well, it seems you've got a foothold in things. Man, I crack myself up. Why do you even bother, Matrix bearer? Why? Why? WHY DO YOU PERSIST?!" Ok, Agent Galvatron. "It's already written. I have seen it. In the end of this war, I will hold your head in my hands. You can accept the fate you struggle with daily, and make it painless. Or you can persist. You always persist." He lands from the kick, whether it strikes or not. "Why? Hope is just an emotion born of the pitiful humans. Hardly befitting us. They need it, because they are so weak. Does that also mean you are weak?" he laughs, "By george. IT MUST!"

Airwolf (AW) pages: Once Reflector knew about the non-lying thing, he was so anxious to get me out of DCI that he dictated a transfer to MSE on a "trial" basis. :)

 

Galvatron manages to strike Rodimus Prime with his Galvaboot!.

 

<Decepticon> Thrust says, "Advisory warning: en route to battle at maximum speed, all Decepticons are advised to cover their audio sensors."

 

Scourge can feel his wing smash into the smaller shuttle. Grinning all along. That strike immediately forces Defcon to retreat, and take on another target. Fortunately for Scourge, since its all big dino left. Continuing to elevate, in basic attack maneuvers time to get it on with big white and gruesome. As confidence takes the upper hand for Scourge. Sky Lynx figures that Scourge is occupied with Defcon! How convenient. Scourge bellow out one of those evil laughs, you know the ones. "Muhahhaha." And such, not quite as high pitched as Galvs yet still rather effective.

Streaking down comes Scourge. Charging at furious speeds. Connecting his fingers in an interlocking motion, he rises his arms above his head. Time for smash smash on the Dinos long giraffe like neck. If that makes sense for animal lovers. Optics glaring, attempting to pound the massive creature straight into the ground.

 

Scourge strikes Sky Lynx with Fist Smash.

 

Soundwave continues to drop terra-bound. An internal warning system alerts him to a surge of energy from Defcon's direction, and the big blue Decepticon spins sideways to avoid the blast. Unfortunately this puts him straight into the path of Depthcharge's return fire, and for an instant Soundwave forms an electrical conduit with the ground, frying his systems and cracking armor in several places around his body. Now finally he is in range to lock on his own combat systems and slows his own descent as he approaches an altitude of several hundred feet up. He comes to a hover with a whine of mechanical stress, pausing for just a moment while the sound of his speakers warming up preceedes a thunderclap of audio energy, firing outwards and down at Depthcharge in a visible cone of sound.

 

Soundwave manages to strike DepthCharge with his Thunderclap.

 

Scrapper's luck- I mean, skill pays off, and the Constructicon manages to execute a pretty flawless twirl, shoot and dodge at the same time. Spider-Man, eat your heart out. Scrapper dives away from the blue lightning, putting himself in a position so that he's closer to Smokescreen so that he can use his impressive Constructicon given strength (there's my ad for the scene) to his advantage. "What what?" he snorts at Smokescreen. "No smart-aft remarks from you this time, Autobot?" Scrapper says, advancing quickly on Smokescreen. "Turbocat got your tongue?" Once close enough, Scrapper recoils a lime green fist and thrusts, trying to deck Smokescreen in the face and hopefully smacking him back into the same machinery he hit before. He hears Thrust's warning over the radio, but figures he's safe inside his building.

       Gumbius, meanwhile, has found some keen-stuff, and starts going through the loading process with Hook.

 

You strike Smokescreen with Left Hook.

 

Thrust flies towards the battle site. A low rumble begins to eminate from somewhere off over the horizon. It rises, in both pitch in volume, before a a bright red jet streaks into view. The noise forecasting his arrival is nothing in comparison to the noise when he actually arrives, a red streak bringing in his wake a substantial sonic boom. "Listen to your song of doom, autobots!" is heard before the sonic boom washes over everything. Thrust rides the shockwave of his own making, before transforming and pursuing the rapidly-vanishing form of the exo-suited terran inside.

 

BOTS

 

"Actually, I was hoping that this would come down to a battle of wits. Yet here I am facing down an unarmed- OW!" And Smokescreen takes one in the face, reeling backwards. He doesn't fall, however, instead using his left arm to brace himself against the wall and push forward- while his right is extended right towards Scrapper's faceplate.

 

<Attack:> Smokescreen used Punch. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

You evade Smokescreen's Punch attack.

 

There's a part of Defcon that's telling him to forget about Soundwave and just go for Scourge. A hunter meets a hunter kind of thing. His optics look around, trying to find the Sweep and then... Soundwave hits DepthCharge. "Slag," Defcon mutters. /This/ is exactly why he prefers to walk alone. "Hey, SpeakerMan. Why don't you drop down here and take on someone your own size?" Defcon calls out to Soundwave and raising his right arm, lets his lightning emitters do the rest of the talking.

 

Defcon strikes Soundwave with Arm-Mounted Lightning Blasters!.

 

Animal lovers across the world gasps in horror as they watch tragedy befall upon Sky Lynx as his long neck is struck by the hating fists of Scourge! Oh woe! "Graaah! I knew that drone-like voice had to belong to you, Scourge! You'll rue the day you have crossed path with me!" The massive dinobird swings around and brings all four of his legs up and attempts to slash at the Sweep commander with the razor talons on all four of his limbs.

 

Sky Lynx misses Scourge with his Raking Claws attack.

 

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar sees his threat warning lights going off, one on each side of his HUD, which means, someone's closing in from behind him. With all the ruckus that Thrust is putting out, his sensors wouldn't help but to notice. However, he's not about to worry about this at the moment however. He walks inside the building and takes off with a quick run. Maybe Thrust is smart enough not to fight him in jet mode inside a building...or maybe not.

 

Whatever snappy comeback Rodimus had planned is quickly lost as Galvatrons boot connects squarely with his chest sending him slamming into the ground. "Why Galvatron? Maybe because nobody should have to live under your demented rule. Or maybe it's that these people caught in the middle of this war deserve a chance for peace. Or possibly it's because you spew way too much garbage about to make up for wearing your biggest barrel on your arm." Flipping himself back up to his feet Rodimus takes a few steps forward to close the distance as he lets loose with a balled up fist.

 

Rodimus Prime misses Galvatron with its Punch attack.

 

DepthCharge watches in satisfaction as Soundwave is engulfed in his electrical discharge. Smiling to himself at a job well done, DepthCharge gets on off the ground and is about to head on forward again, to check if the posse of Decepticons are gone now. Silly DC. You don't assume that a single blast can take care of Soundwave. For then he hears another sound, a LOUD sound and it blasts right towards him out of Soundwave's speakers. Emitting a surprised 'gah' DepthCharge is sent flying back, into the concrete wall of one of those storage areas. The concrete cracks as the strong metal of Cybertronian armor smashes up against weak terran concrete. Sliding down an emitting a groan, DepthCharge pauses for a moment to wince at the dints now in his back. Guess he shall be doing some panel beating tonight. Interestingly enough, the impact knocked his trident from his back and it is now laying tantalizingly in front of him. Nodding to himself, DepthCharge grasps the trident and launches into the air as Defcon blasts at Soundwave, flying forward to give the tape guy a little jab for being EVIL.

 

DepthCharge strikes Soundwave with Trident slash.

 

Tanker Truck <Colossus> lets the humans he helped to escape out near the outskirts of the city.. a good few miles away from the factory and hopefully out of harms way. "Don't worry, humans. You won't die this day." With the few humans being safe, and Primus knows only how many more are behind, Colossus turns back around and heads back to the factory. As he races down the roads he has to use some of his stunt driving skills and weave and dodge the humans running away. Being that there are only a few he decides to still continue on. He arives back on the scene just in time to see the boot that Galv delivered to Rodimus. "Don't worry, Rodimus." he calls out. "You have the power!" But as he makes his rising epilogue his fearless leader misses with his punch. "Well.. maybe the power is still dormant some.." he says to himself. Shortly after a fire breaks out from stray weapons fire a few hundred feet away so the truck raises off to try and put it out before it spreads to the factory. The black plume of smoke making it heard to see as he draws near since it starts to cover the battlefield.

 

CONS

 

Scrapper has no idea that Thrust and Briar are following on in, as he has his own problems to worry about. "What was that?" Scrapper snickers as he cuts Smokescreen off with his punch. Beautiful. The Constructicon raises his left arm and blocks the punch with his forearm. In a melee battle where brute strength is the name of the game, Scrapper isn't bound to lose too many of them. Backing off just for a second so he can time this, Scrapper decides he needs himself a Smokescreen bit. "Now then, tell you what, Autobot. You let me get the gear, and you ALSO let me have your arm. In return I'll let you live." Scrapper grins behind his faceplate. "We'll call it even." He can't remember the last time he enjoyed a battle when he wasn't connected to Long Haul. The Constructicon lunges forward, trying to grab Smokescreen's arm. If successful, he shall attempt to

back up abruptly and yank it off. Ouch.

 

You strike Smokescreen with Looking to Scavenge some Autoparts.

 

Galvatron smirks greatly as Rodimus rushes him with the fist, "Peace? Have we ever known anything like that? OF COURSE NOT! Why?" he blocks the fist to the side, his hand streaking out quickly to try and grab Rod's throat, "Because you, Hot Rod, you and your entire kind won't surrender. Back when I kicked your pathetic aft across Metroplex, you wouldn't surrender. Even now, you don't. It could all be over. Peace between the two factions, through the universe. It is YOU who refuses." If he manages to get a hand around Rod's throat he will squeeze tigher. Wow, he actually believes what he just said. "YOU. Hot Rod. And of course my barrel is on my arm, and it's my biggest. Where else would it be?" it then dawns on him, "HOW REVOLTING! You've been amongst humans too long. Here is my response." He'll /try/ to lift Rod up into the air and chokeslam him into the ground. "Eat dirt. High fiber."

 

Galvatron manages to strike Rodimus Prime with his CHOKESLAM FROM HELL!.

 

Hook and Gumbius are still doing their loading stuff. Yay gumbies!

 

Thrust closes in on the exo-suit by virtue of longer legs, big feet thumping the floor as runs down the corridor. He at least gives the suit a chance to turn around, with a shouted warning - "Stop, terran, exit the building, and get the frag out of the area!" He lets this stand for a split-second before reaching into subspace, and extending a turbo-fanned arm now replete with a rifle to send some 'thuds' of heavily compressed air out at the back, or side, or front of the exo-suit (Thrust isn't really racked with guilt about shooting things in the back.) "This is your chance to surrender!" Thrust continues to run and make ground up on the suit, getting closer to Scrapper's position.

 

Thrust strikes Exo-Suit <Glaive II> with compressed air rifle.

 

Scourge can only chuckle at the gross incompetence of the massive creature. "And here I was thinking, I would tangle with the best. Fortunately you are no where near my physical capabilities. Let alone even considered worthy in my prescience." Forget not Scourge is the arrogant one as well, just not to an extent. This is all done seconds after the enormous quadruplets of evil Autobot claws swipe for Scourge. Who dodges it by actually moving downwards for once, instead of his usual rise in altitude. As the first three miss easily, it is that final swipe which alerts Scourge. Only dodging it by a microsecond.

 

What would revenge have in store? While an arsenal of heat. Similar to that of the birds previous strike on the Sweep. Extending his rifle as priory mentioned. It makes a dull clicking sound, as it is on its lowing setting. Fire of hell streaming for that ugly golden optic band. Or rather a highly concentrated stream of energy to the Nth degree.

 

Scourge misses Sky Lynx with its Heat Ray attack.

 

Soundwave is pounded on, not once but twice as Defcon continues to strike him in the back while Depthcharge meets him head-on from the front. For the second time in mere seconds, Soundwave is turned into a lightning rod. His armor is now seriously smoking from the repeated attacks, and the impact of Depthcharge's trident doesn't help matters. The tape commander grunts quietly at the blow, but is already reacting, reaching forward to hopefully grasp the trident and swing it and its owner around Soundwave and back toward the ground.

 

Soundwave manages to strike DepthCharge with his Spin Down.

 

BOTS

 

Crunch. Crunch. *RIIIIP!*

With a horrid tearing of metal, Smokescreen's right arm is forcibly liberated from the rest of his frame. "Augh!" Obviously, a melee battle isn't going to be a victory for Smokey anytime soon. The Autobot staggers backwards, looking to his stump with a mixture of shock and disbelief. Ow.

"Y'know Scrapper, you should look into negotiation. I mean, if all your deals cost the other guy an arm and a leg..." he chuckles. "But I really shouldn't be rambling. I bet I'm really going out on a limb."

Yet for all of Smokey's wit, there's a method to it- namely the signals he's still managing to radio to his severed arm- an arm which flexes its hand as a small pistol pops from a concealed rig, pointed right at Scrappy's chest. Bang.

 

<Attack:> Smokescreen used pistol. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

Smokescreen strikes you with Bang. for 1 points of damage.

 

Rodimus Prime berates himself as he fails to connect with his puch, which in turn leaves him wide open for a return strike. A n openning Galvatron wastes no time taking advantage of as he lifts Rodimus clear off the ground before introducing him to the turf below. Pushing himself back up to his hands and knees he spits out some energon. "Yeah perhaps Galvatron. Maybe I have been hanging around humans to long. But I'm not regretting it, having to listen to you...now that's another matter. See when this war is over and peace returns to Cybertron, your not going to be a hero. Your just going to be a footnote on the page, an obstacle I had to overcome on my journey." Lurching forward he lowers his shoulder trying to slam into Galvatron and start taking the offensive instead of getting his aft kicked.

 

Rodimus Prime strikes Galvatron with Shoulder Block.

 

"Hey, SpeakerBox, didn't you hear me?" Defcon calls out and rushing forward he jumps up in the air and transforms. "Leave the fish alone and face me," and with those words, Defcon lets loose a bolt from his tip laser. Must get Scourge... Must help DepthCharge. You're going soft, Defcon, you're going soft.

"I hate you Rodimus," Defcon whispers. Him and his damned talk of teamwork.

 

Defcon's components start shifting around as he transforms into a sleek starfighter.

Starfighter <Defcon> strikes Soundwave with Tip Laser!.

 

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar is nailed, but the blast only smacks into the shell of one of his engines causing more of a ding than any real damage. Condensed water vapor steams off from the damage, but it's going to take a good hammering to get out that dent. Michael turns around saying, "You can't tell me what to do, you should listen to your own words and leave." The exo-suit's optics flash a dark green before moving its rifle up to an aiming position. "I'm Michael Briar, leader of the EDC, you're in no position to stop me." he says in a dictatorship like tone.

The suit's had enough of this 'talk', time to get down to some skull crackin. Michael couldn't help but agree with his war machine and obliges by pulling the trigger on his magnetically driven rail gun. The tapered cylinder tip of the weapon glows for a second before it emits a rapid pulse of shells in a stream of death pointed at Thrust. The weapon kicks back into the suit's shoulder but engines fire in retro against the kick of the rifle which keeps his butt on the ground, figuratively speaking of course.

 

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> misses Thrust with its heavy rail gun attack.

 

Sky Lynx flails his outstretched talons towards the Sweep commander, with each limbs thrown forward he himself also sneaks in to closer to complete the gap between him and his foe. It looks like the ego bird hasn't taken Scourge's insult well, and it's understandable considering how poor of a sport Sky Lynx can be. "Continue to delude yourself, Sweep! Your words will provide you with little comfort as I tear into you, it is inevitable!" At the sight of Scourge's raised rifle, the dinobird spins the entire bulk of his mass around, leaving his tail trailing behind him. Inevitably, Sky Lynx's solid red tail is swung forth into the front with a force that pales in comparison to the anger now throbbing within the dinobird's optics.

 

Sky Lynx misses Scourge with his Tail Whip attack.

 

Ah crap. This is embarrassing. For a moment DepthCharge looks pretty impressive. Floating up, in the sky, battling the infamous Soundwave with a trident. Then DepthCharge even manages to jab the tape commander with his pointy stick. Go DC. Though this probably really annoyed Soundwave. So much so that he grabbed DC's trident and swung both the trident and DepthCharge around. The fact that DepthCharge is sending power to his anti-gravs probably makes matters a whole lot easier for Soundwave too. Then finally the tape-con swings DC and the trident down, towards the ground. *smack* Once again Cybertronian armor meets terran concrete. And once again, a nice indentation of DepthCharge's form is left in the concrete. Better hope DC won't be asked to repair all the stuff he has been smacked into. For at this stage it looks like the bill might be rather steep. His back armor is nicely dinted now. Though it really isn't the dints that are the problem. It is the misaligned circuits that are now sparking beneath the amour. Well, guess he had better book not only a panel beating but a chiropractic session with Hoist. Struggling to his feet, DepthCharge gingerly connects the trident back onto his back and sails into the air again, speeding towards Soundwave intent to return the favor and hopefully knock him down towards the ground.

 

DepthCharge strikes Soundwave with smash.

 

CONS

 

Scrapper ignores Smokescreen's banter because it is TOO WITTY for him, and it would surely disable him were he to listen. "What? What are you blathering about, Autobot?" He asks. Scrapper was too much in awe, looking at his BEAUTIFUL new arm. The Constructicon attaches it to his belt for safekeeping. Thank goodness for magnetic tool belts, right? Scrapper's distraction with his new toy gives Smokey the Autobot (hah! Autobot fire awareness. You could go to schools and tell children the dangers of fire, taking candy from strangers, and having unprotected sex. Boy, these TP ideas really just come out of no-where) more than enough time to shoot Scrapper from the concealed weapon. Scrapper staggers back, but appears mostly undamaged, amazingly enough. Scrapper snaps out of his arm-related daydreams and peers back at Smokescreen. "Are you still alive?" he says in disbelief. "Stop. Moving!" He shouts, moving to kick Smokescreen in the nuts and bolts.

       Meanwhile, the gumbies are doing their thing. Even outnumbered, the Cons are managing to at least stall long enough. Yay them!

 

You strike Smokescreen with Kicking Autobots into Scrap.

 

Galvatron snarls as he is struck to the ground. He goes flailing backwards, landing on his ass and sliding several feet. A dent appears where Rodimus impacted him. Sparks fly as he slides, but he finally gains control and comes up in a combat crouch. "NYARGH! You dare speak to me in such a fashion Hot Rod?! PLEASE. You're just a punk child. I was spawned from the second greatest leader ever. Only to form the greatest? YOU?! You're just the bastard syuccessor of a once worthy adversary." OUCH, that one hurt. "TASTE MY WRATH!" his cannon sings, firing a mid level blast at Rodimus, as Galvatron ponders his next move. Perhaps a nice smack across the face.

 

Galvatron manages to strike Rodimus Prime with his Cannon <Medium>.

 

The attack by the deadly Unicronian falls short. Bringing out all the rage of Scourge. "Infernal waste of material!" Booms the deepened, and raspy voice of Scourge. Still lingering on the wide shot from his heavy duty rifle, takes away from his every present sense. Luckily they still react in time, for the slow moving powerful tail. The air from the whip can be felt as a breeze upon the dark bluish armor of Scourge. His moustache would blow in the breeze To bad its fake. And made out of metal. Darn thing. Sweepy begins to make some random moves, left, right, up, down, and so on. To almost confuse Sky Lynx.

Yet this is all simply to lead up for his next strike. Usually Scourge likes to switch up, physical and energy efficient attacks. But he did miss, which looks awfully bad in this ones crimson eyes. Clicking a small lever upon the rifle. The setting of the weapon changes instantly. "This might sting, or shall I say burn!!" A green glop of projectile spews from the barrel of the black weapon. Acid. Only acid. Not the kind Mixmaster makes for building, but the kind meant for killing things. Which is exactly what Scourge has in mind.

 

Scourge strikes Sky Lynx with Acid Beam.

 

Thrust leaps at the suited terran, size advantage again coming to the fore, combining with his high speed, as he leaps over the suit's nasty blasts. They hit a wall behind him, leaving a fairly big series of dings in the poor wall. Oh, my aching plaster. Thrust has his arm outstretched, big black fist clenched, attempting to deal a rather heavy overhand smash out to the top of the suit's transparent dome. Like crackin' an egg, y'know? "Well, Michael Briar, I'm Thrust, and I am in a position to SMASH THE CREATOR OUT OF YOU." Thrust growls, a grating, metallic sound from the back of his 'throat.'

 

Thrust misses Exo-Suit <Glaive II> with his ape-like THUMP! attack.

 

"Ouch."

Smokescreen takes the kick straight in the groin- not like it's much to an asexual robot- yet it's shaking- and embarassing, at the least. "You know, Scrapper..." he grabs ahold of the Constructicon with his holding him in place. "It's usually not a good idea to mess with a one-armed Bandit." And, this said, Smokescreen cuts loose with his shoulder rockets, firing them at point-blank range into Scrapper. Sure, he might not be able to hurt the 'con, but he can at least DISTRACT him!

 

<Attack:> Smokescreen used Special. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

You are temporarily incapacitated by Smokescreen's Electro-disruptor Missiles attack.

 

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar meets Thrusts growls and watches the giant come down ontop of him. His wings open on his back and the engines within lift him up and away from Thrusts thump attack. Just enough so he still lands within reaching range of thrust. Michael says, "I highly doubt that, but I welcome you to try big red. Maybe you need your vocolizer kicked in so you're not sounding like a girl all the time? Let me help you with that!" Michael's engines roar to life sending him stright up in a large burst while he leg whips up and out, hoping to connect with the seeker's head. Maybe that'll rattle something loose for him.

 

Soundwave is speared by high power laser beams and then plowed into by Depthcharge with the sickening sound of metal shredding and glass shattering. As aggressive as Depthcharge has been during this battle, the cowardly backstabbing tactics of Defcon have finally pushed the tape-master to the breaking point. Even as he slams into the ground, driving up a huge cloud of dust and debris in his wake, the missile launcher on his shoulder is whining to life. Although his form is obscured by the cloud, a targetting laser spears out of its depths to place a small red dot on the approaching Defcon. Moments later, a large stinger missile follows the beam outwards, leaving a trail of smoke in its flightpath.

 

Soundwave strikes Starfighter <Defcon> with Missile Launcher.

 

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> strikes Thrust with hyper exo thunder head kick!.

 

Rodimus Prime' grin as he feels metal crunch from his impact is quickly replaced with a grimace of pain as he is struck by another blast from the carrot cannon. Staggering he leans on a building to help brace himself and gather his bearings. "Heheh there it is again. Nyargh." He goes to laugh again but instead spits up a bit more energon which he wipes away before pulling his rifle free of the back mounted maglocks. "I'm not sure if you remember this Galvatron but I did a number on this second greatest leader ever of yours. Didn't even have to break a sweat either." Lifting his rifle up he sends off a shot, "Doesn't say much for you and your legacy now does it?"

 

Rodimus Prime misses Galvatron with its Photon Eliminator <Low> attack.

 

Tanker Truck <Colossus> surveys the area taking in all their is to see: the parking lot where a large purple robot with an orange sepository on his arm is battling his fearless orange and yellow leader.. up above where a flying fish fights a blue tape deck and a starcraft wannabe.. and others on the ground that seem to be real and not an illusion or animation error. The sounds of crunching metal he guesses is these other playmates, and then there's.. a human quivering in his car about fifty feet away. He smiles inwardly to himself, transforms to his robot mode and slowly strolls over and kneels down. Peering through the window he gives a cheerful greeting to the scientist inside. "Hi there. I'm Colossus." At the sight of the tremendous robot the man gives out a shriek that pierces even this robots receptors. "Woah, hold on there. I'm one of the good guys. Ya know - the Autobots." At this the man seems to relax a little and settles down. Colossus continues, "You know now is.. not the best time for you to be hanging around here like this. You probably should leave.. and quickly at that too sir." The large robot points a clear path out of the parking lot from the factory that the man can use. "There you go sir. Drive in that direction and you should be ok." As the car drives off Colossus stands up and waves good-bye. "Have a nice day."

 

And Defcon is hit, even though he tries to avoid that missile. The Decepticon tape was right on the mark and forces the bounty hunter to drop down. Instead of crashing, though, Defcon transforms and lets momemtum slide him across the ground towards Soundwave. "Now, this is more like it," he says, with a faint grin. His optics glow briefly as through the smoke, he attempts to take things close and personal and launches a hook at Soundwave's face.

 

The starfighter's components start shifting around as it transforms into Defcon.

Defcon misses Soundwave with his Badass Punch! attack.

 

Sky Lynx hisses as the heavy weight of his tail lacks the agility to keep up with the agile Sweep commander and his efforts in the end only rewards him with nothing but air, "Stay still Sweep and face your fate like the so-called warrior that you claim you are!" Well, even though the big guy is doing a piss poor job of hitting Scourge, at least he can claim some victory in the fact that in a way he is mooning the Sweep commander. The dinobird turns around just in time to meet the contents shot from Scourge's barrel. Fortunately for Sky Lynx, the acidic compound only manages to burn to top layer of his armored hide, though insult cannot go unpunished. Sky Lynx growls in rage before lunging at Scourge, intent on rending armor and crushing servos with his powerful jaws.

 

Sky Lynx misses Scourge with his Rend attack.

 

And yay, finally, no more attacks come at DepthCharge. He is free! Free from hurt! And free to go back to doing what he originally was doing. And that's sneak around. Letting Defcon distract Sounwave (oh yes. Defcon rushes to protect DC when he is being attacked, but when Defcon is being attacked DC just up and leaves. Nice Autobot he is) DepthCharge floats on back to the ground and begins to move through alleys again. Now. Where was Scrapper again? Spying what looks like a flash of green in the distance, DepthCharge nods and begins to dash forward, coming up with a witty entrance line. Don't worry Smokescreen. DC will save you. Leaping, with the aid of his anti gravs, forward ala Superman the Aquabot lands dramatically near the green thing he spied and readies his entrance quip. But wait. That green Decepticon isn't Scrapper. It is Hook and all those gumbies he was trying to avoid earlier. Nice one DepthCharge. You are now face to face with a TERROR of Decepticons. His entrance equip forgotten in the shock of the moment, DepthCharge says somewhat lamely, "Errr.. stop what you are doing. I've.. umm.. got a fork attached to my back. And I'm not afraid to use it."

 

CONS

 

Galvatron snarls in pure rage, "NYARGH! You dare lie like that?! YOU DARE?! Fool, you never manhandled Megatron. NEVER! I used you as a pathetic human shield as I crushed Optimus. Now I am even BETTER. And I will crush you with no need for a shield. It's just you and me Hot Rod. YOU AND ME! How does that make you feel, mm? Not too comforting is it? Because you can't hope to face me! NYARGH!" his anti-gravs light up as he soars back at Rodimus again, rearing his fist back again to deliver a titan like smack right across the leaders jaw.

 

Galvatron manages to strike Rodimus Prime with his Go Go Galvapunch!.

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Status of recovery for our project?"

 

The acid slowly sinks down into the ivory armor. Finally Scourge is starting to take affect. Acid slowly burning down through the thick hull. "Stay still you say?! Still!? Like this!?" Using exclamation and question in his sentences, obviously. Coming down closer to the bird. Before pulling out at the last possible moment. Once more, using the tactical size advantage to his favor. The hot pulse of energon and gas fumes, pulses from the creatures mouth, as he misses with that bite.

Trying his best to avoid those deadly Lynx/Bird claws on many occasions its time to fight fire with fire. Well at least with rose coral #47. Those evil nails, pulse as Scourge sails through the scorching summer sun. Extended like an eagle to his pray. His oversized mythical pray to be exact. Once more he strikes for the overall weakest point. Straight for that massive cockpit, also known as Sky Lynxs optic band. Watch out ladies, this fighter doesnt need any 5th avenue manicure.

 

Scourge strikes Sky Lynx with Claws of Death.

 

Scrapper is greatly enjoying this beat-down. I mean, c'mon, how could he not? The Constructicon grins to Smokescreen and snickers, "Oh? And why's that, Smokescreen? What are /you/ going to d- ARGH!" Scrapper suddenly gets himself a point blank shot of those annoying chafe shoulder rocket things that annoy people to no end. Scrapper is struck both in the shoulder and in the neck, and he reels back, falling over and landing on his tushie. Scrapper gacks and twitches, trying to stand back up so he can continue the smite-fest, but by the time it'll take for him to sort out his damage, Smokey'll have all the time he needs for his next move.

       Meanwhile, Hook and Gumbius are able to do their thing without any Autobot getting in their way. OH, BUT WAIT. LEAVE IT TO DEPTHCHARGE TO SCREW US ALL UP. See, this is why we all hate you and pray for your death constantly. Since I don't want to really RP Hook at all when he isn't here, the pair gasp in really vague ways, and immediately bolt for it, trying to escape with whatever little stuff they had.

 

Thrust has his growl involuntarily grow louder as his overhand smash misses the terran. "ArggghHHHHHHHHH!"

"Can't you just RUN OFF like the REST of your kind?" He crouches on his haunches, the missed attempt at the overhand smash putting him slightly off balance, before the kick to the head sends him down completely off balance...not a hard kick, but put in just the right place. Thrust recovers quickly, and with pretty good agility for a massive robot, with some sort of proto-breakdancing move. He supports his frame with a hand, kicking out a leg to try and take the suit's legs out from under him, before rising to his full height with a flick of his other leg.

 

Thrust misses Exo-Suit <Glaive II> with his sizzzah KICK! attack.

 

Soundwave is already up and moving throught the swirling dust cloud when Defcon comes sliding inwards. The tape commander fires his anti-gravs and brings his rifle up while taking flight upwards and backwards out of the cloud. Soundwave is hurting badly from the combined attacks of the two Autobots, and it won't take much more to send him running, but until that happens he's plenty willing to continue dishing out as much punishment as possible. Power surges into his rifle and then down and out the barrel, stabbing the dust cloud again and again. In the meantime Soundwave continues to pull up and away from the cloud and the Autobot within.

 

Soundwave strikes Defcon with Plasma Wave.

 

BOTS

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Scrapper.  Status of item retrieval for Project:  Give me my Binky/Cuddles."

 

"Oh, no, you're not going anywhere this time," and thus... stupidly Defcon does very little to get out of the way of that plasma wave. However, it was important to keep Soundwave down here and not up there. "Stop running and stay put," Defcon mutters and jumps up in the air and tries to bearhug Soundwave, hoping to also bring him down. "We're not done playing, Decepticreep."

 

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "My binky."

 

Defcon misses Soundwave with his Crushing Arms! attack.

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "I've been attacked by Smokescreen, Lord Galvatron, but I am proceeding to beat the tar out of him. Reports from the other team has indicated that they have a slim amount of the materials and are withdrawing."

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "SLIM?!"

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "I smash Hot Rod's head in and all I get is SLIM?!"

 

Rodimus Prime mutters to himself as his shot goes wide, 'His legacy and my aim.' A sitting duck against the wall he pushes forward to give himself some room to move and maybe react fast enough to avoid being struck for a change. Of course he failed to consider just how much of a reaction his last statement would garner from Galvatron. Rocked back by the impact Rodimus reacts quickly by simply lashing out with a hand of his own. "You're better now are you? Well you still seem off your rocker to me. Couldn't even face the man down on your own could you. Nope not you! You needed a shield to hide behind. And why was that? Were you afraid? Afraid he would kick your sorry backside back to Cybertron!"

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Scourge.  Prepare the ass beating machine."

 

Rodimus Prime strikes Galvatron with Backhand.

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "When we return."

 

"That." Is Smokescreen's concise response to Scrapper's question. He merely allows the Constructicon to twitch for a few moments before he reaches forward to pluck his own arm from Scrapper's magnetic belt. Matter of principle, really. He balances his own arm in his grip for a few moments, considering.

Smokescreen takes a step back, attempting to get out of harm's reach- for the moment, at the least, as he extends his arm...which in turn holds his other arm, at the 'con. The fingers on Smokescreen's severed arm stiffen as the barrels of machine guns pop out from his fingers in an ingenious display of concealed weaponry, blazing away at the Constructicon, denying him that trophy!

 

<Attack:> Smokescreen used Ballistic. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

Smokescreen strikes you with Fifty Caliber Fingertips! for 7 points of damage.

 

DepthCharge, the hated of all Autobots, watches in somewhat surprise as the gumbies all bolt. And there he just stares, letting them run away with whatever they are carrying so shocked is he. DC was sure the gumbies would have growled threateningly at him and it would have been he who would have taken off. So, he does the only thing he can think of, DepthCharge pulls out his datapad and begins to type -

'Note to self. Entrance line' Stop what you are doing. I've got a fork attached to my back and I'm not afraid to use it' can be used to great effect when in a combat situation. Tests have shown that so far it can cause actual groups of Decepticons to turn tail and run. Analysis of this line must be continued to determine if in fact it can be applied as a psychological deterrent to Decepticon forces. Additional note. Must also study the effects of Spoon based weapons on Decepticon forces too.'

 

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar frowns and sees the leg coming, which he sidesteps with practiced ease. He quickly reaches out to touch the leg next to his head for a second before swinging a fist over. The weapon quickly retracts the barrel and attaches to his hip before the fist whips around for the slugging however. No sense dropping the rifle in the middle of all this. The suit's optics flash as the hollow metal sounding voice simply says as if through clenched teeth, "I. Don't. Run." Much, unless he has too, and only then with good reason. Yes, that's right.

 

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> strikes Thrust with ankle punch <wuss mode>.

 

Sky Lynx can feel his head sinking down at Scourge, but finds nothing but air as his jaws clamps tightly. "Fortune can only favor the foolish for so long!" The dinobird swings his head away from Scourge's nails, exposing the side of his neck for girlish abuse. Sky Lynx's cockpit-like head turns around to face Scourge's side, its massive maw splits open to unleash a stream of superheated plasma at the Sweep commander.

 

Colossus is unsure of what else he can do. The area is cleared is all pedestrians. The local police and fire departments have the factory surrounded keeping out any on-lookers that might be stupid enough to try and grab a look. Too bad they are the only stupid ones still out there in the open where they can get hit. Sparks from laser fire, and melted pieces of metal from searing plasma energy fall from the sky, but he area has been cleared thanks to Colossus so no brush fires start up. All that will need to be done afterwards is the usual cleanup that always follows a battle between the Bots and Cons. "Why do you bother us with your malcontent? Your war-mongering?" He says aloud but not to anyone in particular. "I suppose I do know that answer already.." he sighs as he takes a look around him at all the fights being waged.. for ill or good it is hard to say. But he goes about keeping himself busy doing stuff in the background.

 

Sky Lynx strikes Scourge with Acetylene Blaster -- 3000 degrees.

 

Scrapper tries to stop Smokescreen from taking back his arm, but he's in no condition to do so with his systems still twitching and slowly coming back online. "Y-y-y-ou slaa----ging glitch!" He snorts as his damage recovery systems manages to purge the problem the rockets caused. The Constructicon begins to stand back up, only to get blasted by Smokescreen's severed arm finger-tips of death! Wow, that's an ugly sight, but to Scrapper it's just all in a day's work. The Constructicon's lime green armour pings loudly with each hit, but he manages to fully climb to his feet anyway, now with tons of minor dents in his frame. "Graaagh!" he shouts at Smokescreen, raising his own pistol. Angry at losing his prize, Scrapper fires off a powerful bolt of energy towards Smokescreen.

       The gumbies, meanwhile, continue to flee. FLEE!

 

You strike Smokescreen with Devastating blast.

 

Galvatron can't take any more of this. First the insult. Then another? He is slapped across the face harshly. His face comes back to face his enemy, narrowing his optics. His lip quivers and then turns into a full out snarl, "Have you no idea about tactics? This is about winning. Megatron did what was neccessary to win. Just as I now will! NNNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAARGH! No one says that to me Hot Rod. NO ONE! You're just the second string. Like the terran quarterbacks, you suck just as badly. And now I will prove it! Now and forevermore! NO MORE! This ends...NOW!" He tries to grab Rodimus and soar into the air, spinning him in a 360. He'll soar down to the ground and try to drop his foe onto his outstretched knee. "DIE! DIE AS YOU LIVE! PATHETICALLY!"

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Prepare to withdraw."

 

Galvatron is unable to connect with his The Galvanizer against Rodimus Prime.

 

 

Soundwave throws a monkey-wrench in the works and cuts power to his anti-gravs just as Defcon lunges through the air toward him. The Autobot goes sailing over him and Soundwave bounces off the ground just in time to swing the butt of his rifle around and into Defcon's torso while the Autobot goes past.

 

Soundwave strikes Defcon with Rifle Butt.

 

Thrust , now on his feet, one leg put down forcibly ("Frag!") with a pretty reasonable attempt at a punch, attempts to grab the top of Briar's suit, and put his compressed air rifle next to Briar's head at the other side. "No more games, terran! You want to stand here, fine." He pulls the trigger with an audible 'click.' This might hurt just a bit.

 

Thrust strikes Exo-Suit <Glaive II> with thump thump thump.

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Scrapper.  Can we upgrade that from a little...to a moderate amount?  Or do I need to prepare the ass kicking machine for a gumby?"

 

Scourge is so amazingly happy streaking those nails slice into the neck of Sky Lynx. Laughing loudly once more. Oh what a mistake. A blatant mistake, where his arrogance brings his to his inevitable fall. As a blinding light. Its not heaven. Its an enormous bolt of plasma energy. Almost the size of Scourge himself. This one strike sends him hurling through the air, hundreds of feet.

"Damn you Autobot!!" Screams the sweep. Still gripping his primary weapon . To far away for a physical attack, its time to fight him with a does of that old medicine. Energy. Pure goodness of purple energy. A continuous pulses of energy streak off for the Lynxer.

 

Scourge strikes Sky Lynx with Laser Bursts.

 

Thanks DepthCharge, for you have shown Defcon the folly that teamwork really is and thus managed to single-handly destroy years of work by Rodimus on the bounty hunter loner. Then again, he wasn't getting a pounding when DepthCharge was part of the fight. Defcon keeps the fight up, though, although now he's being handed his blue butt back in a platter. That rifle butt pushes him back, and Defcon is forced to transform to stay up in the air. He's, simply put, a mess. Sparks flying everywhere, leaking fluids all of the place, but the bounty hunter still has some fight left on him and he's not giving up yet. After transforming, he lets his electrical emitters do the talking.

 

Defcon's components start shifting around as he transforms into a sleek starfighter.

 

Starfighter <Defcon> misses Soundwave with his Lightning Emitters! attack.

 

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar gasps and tries to backpedal away while bringing his hand up to block the oncoming grabbing hand of Thrust. He's able to push that away, but he fails to dodge both and the blast, while does not rip his head off, does nail his suit scorching the chest armor a bit. Michael lands a dozen or so feet away and says, "Fine, you want to play soft, I play soft, you want to play hard, let's play hard!"

The Glaive II lowers his hands as panels in the shoulders and chest open showing rows of mini-missiles, ready to be spat out and go boom on some unsuspecting con. This is one of those times. Three mini-missiles, each nearly a foot long and packed with enough high tech explosives to take a con hand off, streak out from the shoulder and chest in a large cloud of exhaust covering the suit for a second before wind blows the smoke away.

 

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> strikes Thrust with mini-missile volley.

 

Rodimus Prime feels pain as he knows what's about to come his way should Galvatron complete this move of his. with only one avenue of escape Rodimus begins to worm his way out of the grip struggling to get loose. Fate smiles upon him for a change as he seems to free himself and none the worse for wear at that. Of course he squirmed free at the apex of Galvatrons aerial boost leaving him with a bit of distance still to fall. Willing to make the best of a bad situation he brings both his fists together as he starts to plummet towards the ground. "Second string? I'm hurt. But I'll forgive you, after all one often says things they don't mean when they are angry...or afraid!" Dropping the last few feet he brings his hands down in a massive overhead strike trying to impress his point upon Galvatron.

 

Rodimus Prime misses Galvatron with its Overhead Smash attack.

 

Now, while Scrapper's looking pretty beat up- Smokescreen looks even worse, with a variety of dents, dings, and burn marks across his frame- the plasma bolt of Scrapper's doesn't help much, either. Smokescreen staggers, leaning against a handy pile of handy machinery. "Well, Scrapper, I could say it's been a pleasure...but then I'd be lying. So I'll just have to be going, then..." he spares Scrapper a wave- with his severed arm, no less, then transforms down into his car mode to peel rubber out of the factory- and away from the battle.

Discretion is the better part of valor, after all.

 

Smokescreen's form twists and shudders, and mere moments later, the Diversionary Tactician is no longer there, replaced by a red and blue stock car, engine revving.

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Er... actually, Lord Galvatron. I have successfully beaten the nuts and bolts out of Smokescreen. I'm afraid it's going to be more than just moderate."

 

Smokescreen begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Exo-Suit <Glaive II>, Tanker Truck <Colossus>, Sky Lynx, Starfighter <Defcon>.

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Oh, good."

 

DepthCharge finishes typing his memo into his datapad and then pops it away, looking around somewhat vaguely. Now what? The gumbies are long gone, so DepthCharge just floats on up into the air and surveys the scene. What to do. Oh, yeah. Defcon! <insert alarm bells> DepthCharge floats on to where he last left the two battling it out and comes to see Defcon getting his butt kicked. Oh dear. Don't know what's worse. Seeing Defcon getting thrashed or the fact that DepthCharge has to come to rescue him. Setting up a low level electrical blast designed more to get Soundwave's attention that actually hurt him, the Aquabot hurls a taser leveled charge of electrical energy at Soundwave. Maybe this will distract him enough to help Defcon out.

 

DepthCharge misses Soundwave with his Ball Lightning attack.

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "I'll take all I can carry and make a run for it, Lord Galvatron."

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Do that,   I will cover you."

 

Sky Lynx reveals a toothy grin in satisfaction as the Sweep commander is thrown back by the force of his acetylene blaster, "Hah! Even fate cannot protect fools like you from the wrath of Sky Lynx forever!" It looks like this is starting to turn into a match of egos instead of a battle to the death cause each side seems to be more interested in gloating like a lunatic whenever they apply pain each other, and of course, in turn they also soon get a returning loving gesture of their own. In this case, Sky Lynx is pelted by Scourge's purple disruptor blasts which splashes against armor, which if finally beginning to show signs of fail. "Blast it all to Hades, Sweep! You can be so infuriating at times!" The gap between the dinobird's mouth splits open again as flame prepares to spew out, though at a much lower intensity due to overuse, "You're not far enough yet!"

 

Sky Lynx strikes Scourge with Acetylene Blaster -- 1000 degrees.

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Make your way out of here, all of you, at the next oppurtunity.  I will fire my last shot on Rodimus and do the same."

 

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "SCRAPPER."

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "I'm BUSY, Motormaster. What?!"

 

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "How much do you hate me."

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Oh for... I haven't time for this. I'm currently in the middle of a battle."

 

Scrapper is actually a little bit stunned as Smokescreen turns and flees. "What?" he asks like an idiot, trying to decipher Smokescreen's final words. "Oh, you're running like a turbo-chicken." Scrapper grins behind his faceplate, obviously quite proud of himself. Course, he lost his prize to the enemy, but hey. Next time. The Constructicon's hesitation means he doesn't even stand a chance to smite the retreating Smokescreen. Scrapper looks back at the materials, reminding himself of why he came. "Wish Long Haul were here," he mutters. Ah well, he'll have to make do. The Constructicon folds down into his payloader mode, and pulls a stunt that would make both Long Haul and Bonecrusher proud. Scrapper revs forward, picking up an awful lot of the material in his huge payloader shovel, and then proceeds to smash right through the wall. Who needs a dump truck and bulldozer when Scrapper's around? The Constructicon activates his ever-wonderful Levitation Wing, and Devastator's purple chest-plate appears on the top of the payloader. Almost as if the designers of Devastator were desperate to use the chest-piece for something. Nevertheless, Scrapper activates his anti-gravs, and flies upwards awkwardly and slowly. Scrapper is flying slowly since A) He's a piss-poor flier, and B) He is weighted down thanks to all the stuff. Thus, I +retreat in my slower robot mode to account for this.

 

Scrapper begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Motormaster, Thrust, Exo-Suit <Glaive II>, Soundwave, Tanker Truck <Colossus>, Sky Lynx, Rodimus Prime, DepthCharge, Starfighter <Defcon>, Galvatron, Scourge.

 

Scrapper falls forward, folding his legs up onto his back. His arms slide into his torso to let the wheels grip the ground. From his back, his shovel folds up into the payloader's front.

 

Galvatron smirks as he brings his arms up. The two titans meet, CLANG! Galvatron blocks the blow, falling to his knees to force Rod's fists back. "Impressive. That is the first time you have ever evaded the Galvanizer. Nevertheless, this day is still mine. While you've been busy fighting me, Scrapper beat the crap out of Smokescreen. And guess what? It's too late. He's already fully loaded and taking off. You fought well, Hot Rod. But sadly, your assumptions at my fear are highly over-rated. I fear only one thing. Clowns." he smirks, "Yes, I jest, you fool!" He struggles and throws those big arms off of him, aiming his cannon for Rod's gut, "Perhaps you need gastrointestinal surgery." He fires, "Then again, we have no intestines. Silly me."

 

Galvatron manages to strike Rodimus Prime with his Cannon <Low>.

 

And so the cannon blast wasnt enough. Obviously, as Sky Lynx must be enraged by the constant power of Scourge! As now the Lynx explodes with his counterattack As the dreaded Acetylene Blaster kicks it down a notch. Yet those scorching 1,000 degree flames to back a wallop. Fear not. Scourge is quite oblivious to it. To indulged in his conquest.

Continuing to strive as far away from the massive guardian as possible, turning this into a complete battle of guns. Whose is bigger, well thats quite obvious. Yet its not always the size of the gun, but rather how you use it. Moving back the switch on the weapon once more, into a fury of sizzling raw energy. His most prized setting on the rifle. Disintegrator ray. Strong enough to cut through solid rock. But we can read the profile ourselves. Instead, Scourge does the work for you. Squeezing the trigger ever so gently, as the sheer blast pushes his non-gravitational body back several feet. Once more in the dim air.

 

Scourge strikes Sky Lynx with Disintegrator Ray.

 

Soundwave continues to spins and dart like a mech half his size, dodging multiple electrical blasts with apparent ease. He is just about to power up his weapons systems again when orders from Galvatron skim over his radio receivers. He glances at Defcon, red optical band flashing, but then simply sends power to his anti-gravs and leaps into the air, gaining altitude rapidly. Disposing of this Autobot will have to wait another day.

 

Soundwave begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Motormaster, Exo-Suit <Glaive II>, Tanker Truck <Colossus>, Sky Lynx, Rodimus Prime, DepthCharge, Starfighter <Defcon>, Payloader <Scrapper>, Galvatron, Scourge.

 

Thrust is thrown back a fair way by that hit. Oooo, ouch. But it does mean one good thing...he's now far enough back to use his own missile. He kneels, and sights the suit up...a series of beeps gets quicker before becoming one singular beep. But...Dammit, the order to retreat. He lowers his his arm, as the missile powers down, and he's up, off, and running, headed for the door. This one will have to wait for another day.

 

Thrust begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Grimlock, Motormaster, Exo-Suit <Glaive II>, Soundwave, Tanker Truck <Colossus>, Sky Lynx, Rodimus Prime, DepthCharge, Starfighter <Defcon>, Payloader <Scrapper>, Galvatron, Scourge.

 

Every circuit in Defcon now screams for him to go after Soundwave and yet, reports start crossing through his core processing unit informing him of the extensive damage he's experienced. He's not going to stop functioning any time soon, but pursuing Soundwave right now is not the brightest of ideas. Defcon is brave, hardheaded but he's not stupid and instead of going after Soundwave, the sleek starfighter pulls up into a roll and then flies down towards DepthCharge and before he hits the ground he transforms. "Where the slag did you go?" he asks of the medic, frowning and using his right arm to clean some fluid leaking from his mouth.

 

The starfighter's components start shifting around as it transforms into Defcon.

 

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar takes off after Thrust, but, he's not worth it. Michael steps outside after Thrust takes off and watches the cons take off. He frowns and opens up the suit's hatches before sighing and clicking on his radio for short band communication, "Everyone ok?" he says while moving around the battlefield, namely over towards Prime's position.

 

Rodimus Prime slams hard into the ground as his target easily deflects the impact. A bit off balance he drops to one knee to steady himself for a moment. But it was a moment too long as the carrot-o-doom fires again at point blank range. Doubled over in pain Rodimus drops to the ground and actually seems to laugh a little. "Clowns! That's a good one Galvatron. Of course with your crew if it was true you would be cowering in the closet all the time." He laughs again as he tries to steady his right arm enough to aim another low powered blast of his own. "Garg! In the foot!" He shakes his head as soon as the words vocalize. "Nope, just doesn't have the same ring to it does it."

 

Rodimus Prime strikes Galvatron with Exhaust Pipe Blasters.

 

Sky Lynx doesn't wait for Scourge to respond, instead he rockets ahead after the Sweep commander as soon as he discharges the last of the current stock of energy that powers his acetylene blaster. "Persistent, aren't you? It is but false bravado, the sooner you realize that, the better off you'll be!" The dinobird rockets towards the Sweep commander, catching the distengrator ray that sheers off a small piece of his armor, "Graaah!" Like a freight train, Sky Lynx lunges at Scourge yet again.

 

DepthCharge watches Soundwave go, now (in DC's mind) having chased him off Soundwave. He ponders firing a shot at the tape-con, but such thoughts disappear from his CPU as Defcon lands and questions him. The Aquabot touches down next to the other Autobot and says, grasping at where exactly he did go. "Umm.. sorry. I had to chase away the other Decepticons that were looting the storage areas? I assumed that someone of your fighting prowess could easily handle Decepticon Soundwave. I apologize if my leaving the area caused you harm. In future if you like I'll ensure I keep an optic in battles." And no, DC isn't being sarcastic. He is being sincere. He really thinks that someone like him should watch out for Defcon. Crazy DC!

 

Sky Lynx misses Scourge with his Raking Claws attack.

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper scrolls back and sees Motormaster's question. "Motormaster, stop distracting me!"

 

<Decepticon> Onslaught says, "Clear the channel, please."

 

Galvatron smirks as the wave washes over his form, "Blah blah blah. Of course it does, Hot Rod. You lack my grace and attitude. You just don't have it. Sorry. You never will. Now then. Options, options. I could kill you in the face...or just be happy that we got what we wanted. Oh Hot Rod. I just can't wait. I can't wait for you to meet...Cuddles." he laughs maniacally and streaks into the air, "Another time. Decepticons. We got what we came for. Return home!"

 

Galvatron begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Exo-Suit <Glaive II>, Tanker Truck <Colossus>, Sky Lynx, Rodimus Prime, Payloader <Scrapper>, Scourge.

 

Ahh what great fun! Absolute in every form possible. Single handedly ripping apart the Autobots finest single mind. Since Omega is well, boring and Rodimus' paint job is just way to snazzy. Turbo-reving punk. Get a better color. Anyways, Scourge continues to grin. Time to leave, as the victor. As usual. Taking off with most haste. Wings, and anti-gravs working together. But right as he begins to leave, Sky Lynx once more goes for the rake of death. Which sails right by the feet of Scourge, only tapping his left foot slightly. Not even sending him off course. Wings fluctuating in an inward manor. Those dreaded sweep wings are more of a directional measure then anything else, or aerodynamic spoiler of some sort. Jetting off into the afternoon sky.

 

Colossus walks over to stand near his fearless.. battered.. but still courageos, leader, but stops far short realizing that his bout with Galv seems to be far from over - even if the other Cons have left the scene. He turns on his radio and broadcasts over it making a small report to the fellow Autobots hoping to grab someones attention. "Smokescreen's in bad shape.. I called for a medical team to come and transport him back to Autobot City for repairs. Scrapper was able to make off with an ample supply of the material they came looking for.. Sky Lynx.. if I may suggest that you assist Rodimus? The sweep can wait 'till another time."

 

Scourge begins retreating, leaving itself vulnerable to parting shots from Exo-Suit <Glaive II>, Tanker Truck <Colossus>, Sky Lynx, Rodimus Prime, Payloader <Scrapper>, Galvatron.

 

Defcon stares at DepthCharge. "Just make sure you do a good job of fixing me," the bounty hunter says, and then mutters some curses that are better left bleeped out. "Did you at least kick some ass when you went off to chase those 'Cons away?" Defcon asks. Mental note, let Rodimus know yet again that teamwork sucks.

 

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar looks around, as there isn't any cons around anymore, and no one's dead. Michael looks over at the autobots and says, "I'm heading back to base for repairs. If you need me, you know how to reach me." The Glaive II lifts off into the sky, slowly at first, but then the engines really kick in and launch him into the air like a rocket man.

 

Soundwave soars upward to the Sky above the Eastern United States.

Soundwave has left.