Mixmaster leans down as his legs fold up backwards. He falls down frontwards as he completes his transformation into a Green Cement Truck. His Cauldron begins rotating once again.

Long Haul arrives from the Southern Highway to the north.

Long Haul has arrived.

In a simple, utilitarian transformation, Scrapper becomes a payloader. His lower legs fold over his thighs. His arms tuck along his sides. His head retracts into his body, and his shovel folds down into place.

Payloader (Scrapper) paces around, surveying the area. Well, this place looks like slag. Figures, given that Shockwave demolished it. Never leave demolition to a non-demolitionist. Scrapper knows that from personal experience. Tripping over a bit of debris, he curses and rasps, "We'll need to set up some of those high-powered flood lights to better investigate the place. Too blasted dark around here."

Oh, great. Something ELSE that Long Haul will need to carry out here. The dump truck rumbles around outside the outpost and then transforms, his medal still dangling around his neck (it's anyone's guess where it went when he transformed). "That's why somma us are built with headlights," he answers as he stomps over to his brother.

Trundling behind the green Ar-TEEST is his bretheren, six of them in total, rolling towards their latest pet project - the rennovation of this outpost. While Bonecrusher, Hook and Scavenger quietly drive behind them, Mixmaster surveys the scene. "Hmm.. Once we prepare the terrain, I'm certain we have enough materials in the rubble here for me to create some adequate structural beams." He says, being slightly less-insane at the moment. "Any plans, Scrapper?"

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> has arrived.

Cybertronian_RV <Rodimus> has arrived.

Cybertronian_RV <Rodimus> rolls into the area.

Streetwise steps out of the big cybertronian jet.

Streetwise has arrived.

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> drops Streetwise.

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet steps out of the big cybertronian jet.

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet has arrived.

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> drops Air Raid.

Porsche 935 Turbo steps out of the big cybertronian jet.

Porsche 935 Turbo has arrived.

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> drops Jazz.

Foxfire steps out of the big cybertronian jet.

Foxfire has arrived.

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> drops Foxfire.

Cargo Truck <Rivet> steps out of the big cybertronian jet.

Cargo Truck <Rivet> has arrived.

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> drops Rivet.

Sky Lynx arrives from the Southern Highway to the north.

Sky Lynx has arrived.

Cement Mixer <Mixmaster> drops Combat Pose Tracker <CPT>.

Smokescreen has arrived.

"Well, this is just an assessment job. I want documented what's here, what condition it's in, and what, if any use, this junk could be," the payloader dictates, raising his shovel for emphasis on the whats. "Mixmaster, perhaps you could catalog what kind of raw materials are out here? I'm sure Scavenger and Long Haul can help with removing some of this rubble." Which means that Scrapper, Hook, and Bonecrusher will sit around playing cards.

"What?" Long Haul protests. "What about Bonecrusher? If anyone should be helpin' with clearing things out, it's him!" As he speaks he absentmindedly fiddles with his medal, not consciously trying to draw attention to it, but to reassure himself that yes, it still exists. Every now and again there's a soft 'ding' as it clangs against his chest.

Porsche 935 Turbo is driving.

Cement Mixer <Mixmaster> backs up and flashes his headlamps at a large piece of debris. "You can sort out that if you want, make a nice big pile of worthwhile materials so I can assess the general quality later. And We're not levelling ANYTHING yet, Long Haul, we're just going to see if it's even worthwhile to do this." Mixy's engine revs noisily and his Mixing drum churns as he drives himself off to a larger area. "Hey Scrapper, I think I might know where a sub-ground level is here. Think you can lift this scrap off of it?

"Oh, fine, Bonecrusher can clear things out, too. I was going to put him on watch. Guess I'll just have to have Hook stand watch, then. And you had better not lose that thing, fiddling with it like that," the payloader amends. Then, Scrapper drives over to where Mixmaster's indicating and plunges his shovel into the pile of junk. "This what you meant?"

"I wasn't fiddlin' with it!" Long Haul lies. And with that he strides two steps in Scrapper and Mixmaster's direction before transforming, the medal that had been around his neck once more out of sight. Where'd it go? He rumbles over towards the other two, grumbling, "I s'pose you'll want me to actually carry that off."

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.

"No..." The Cement Mixer sighs. "Becuse I told you to sift out that OTHER stuff." He says, as if talking to a child. "And yes, Scrapper, that will do swimmingly." With that, the lime green mixing truck (which is NOT a very good disguise, especially on Cybertron,) Transforms. Peering into the basement level, he mutters. "Hmm. Not much equipment, but structurally very sound. I'm sure Hook would disagree, though." And does Hook? No, because his voice actor hasn't been signed on for this episode. Which is why Bonecrusher is saying nothing too.

<Decepticon> Recoil says, "Orbital patrol reported a garbled message about a mass of Autobots, coordinates were unidentifiable."

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Huh. Well this isn't important. We can be there, if need be. Let us know the location."

<Decepticon> Recoil says, "Ten-four."

The Cement Truck's cab folds down and splits in two, forming Mixmaster's legs and feet. His wheels and part of his sides shift out into his arms, which push himself up. The Constructicon lifts himself up onto his feet and looks eagerly for something to smelt.

        Leading a rather large contingent of Autobots for a routine patrol is of course, the most pimped-out winnebago in history. Yes, Eat your heart out Monster Garage, and Pimp My Ride. Rodimus is all style. Of course, that doesn't necessarily make it a 'good' style. Six small streams of exhaust pour out of his pipes as he barrels down the highway toward....well, whatever his sensors are picking up in the area of the ruined outpost. "Some kind of activity ahead of us, but we're still too far out to get a solid reading. Jetfire, Air Raid, scout on ahead."

Mixmaster picks up a radio message. Huh, Recoil seems to think that Autobot activity is on the rise. Well, The Constructicons might have to abandon their work early to go wherever they are...

Disguise? On Cybertron? HA! One must realize that on Cybertron, vehicle modes are mostly for utility; there are few 'mundane' vehicles to worry about...and it's usually common practice on both sides to shoot at anything wearing the opposing side's colors.

 Which is why it's not uncommon to see, say...a red and blue Datsun 280 ZX a cruising down the cybertonian highway. Standard patrol? Maybe. "Cosmos's feeding me some readings now...looks like somebody's poking around an abandoned decepticon outpost..."

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> follows the general direction of the patrol but from a different altitude. Speed is pretty slow, the jet is in no hurry just keeping an eye in the sky in case seekers or sweeps are in the area. "This is Jetfire, sky is clear no seekers or sweeps in sight or on radar."

Sky Lynx flies in behind Jetfire and the other Autobots, "Sorry, I'm a bit late. Hoist didn't want to let me go before he was done checking my awesome weaponery." The large dinobird goes higher in the sky, the get a better point of view. "If there is a Decepticon hiding around here, I find him."

Porsche 935 Turbo would be the fine white porsche driving over there. See it? Right in the middle of the pack, with a silvery tape in the deck. Which is probably not the safest place for Foxfire to be. Subdued? Yeah. Jazz is a little subdued. "No sweeps, no seekers? Sounds good t'me."

Almost completely silent, the small saboteur Foxfire shifts into his tape mode.

Cargo Truck <Rivet> shifts gears as he pushes his engine to the limit to keep up with the higher speed bots, and he's doing a rather respectable job of it. Swerving slightly to avoid a pothole in the road, he mutters slightly at Rodimus' report of 'activity'. "With our luck, it'll be a whole bunch of 'cons out for Autobot fuel." Oh yeah, Rivet's ever the optimist.

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet flies through the air, holding station with the line of Autobot cars. When the Winnebago gives the order, he hits the boosters, zooming forward towards where the Constructicons are working. "You got it, Prime." He acknowledges, before dipping low, across the ground. So as it is, if he does manage to see the Decepticons working in their little base, it's going to come as one hell of a surprise to the Aerialbot, but at least he'll overshoot their position, and have to fly back around.

Streetwise folds down as legs, arms and his head merge smoothly into a sleek police car.

Platinum Cassette is, obviously, riding in Jazz's tape player. And he's just thankful that his friend isn't playing that awful music that hurts poor Foxy's audio sensors. "Are we there yet?" he queries, almost whining. Yeah, he's bored. And he's letting Jazz know it.

Police Car <Streetwise> is driving along with the patroll. His scanners on full and ready for the trouble he knows will be comming. He keeps his weapons charged and targeting system ready.

Payloader (Scrapper) notices something and ends up dumping the load of junk in his shovel. Oh, guh... that radio chatter about an Autobot massing... there's an Aerialbot overhead like a cyberbat out of the Pit, and... well, scrap. Scrapper decides to add some radio chatter of his own.

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "...I think that mass of Autobots is here. In fact, I'm pretty sure. Help would be appreciated. Constructicons? You know the deal."

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "SCRAP!"

<Decepticon> Frenzy says, "LET'S KICK TAILPIPE."

<Decepticon> Recoil says, "Assistance forthcoming.  Coordinates?"

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "WHAT?"

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "WHERE?  I will have their heads."

<Decepticon> Scrapper transmits, "The ruined Decepticon Outpost south of the Southern Highway," and some boring coordinates.

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "REPORT.  Immediately.  Dr. Cox.  Accompany me."

<Decepticon> Recoil says, "Acknowledged."

<Decepticon> Frenzy says, "Yessir."

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Um... that damaged.. place.. Um, Long Haul? You know where we are."

<Decepticon> Frenzy says, "Oh wait."

<Decepticon> WARRIOR! Long Haul says, "Wha? Scrapper already gave the co-ordinates. What more d'you need?"

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Only because you have been given my favor lately, Long Haul, will I not make a smart remark about your stupidity"

<Decepticon> WARRIOR! Long Haul says, "Yessir."

Recoil has arrived.

What? They DON'T want Long Haul to carry something? Well, only because they want him to move something else around. The Constructicon begins to back up (no stupid beepy-beepy-beepy here. He got this mode in 1985, and beepy-beepies weren't big then) and starts to head off when Scrapper sends his radio message. And didn't he just hear there's a huge mass of Autobots somewhere? Like bunches and bunches? Then... then... if they beat all of them, maybe he'll get a medal from something IMPORTANT. He shouts over to his more silent brothers, "Get your afts over here! Constructicons, phase one!" before any of the other Constructicons get to shout it.

Mixmaster, still in robot mode, gets sent into a panic when he hears a roar overhead. He's not so lucky as for that to be a Seeker. As few flying Autobots as there are, that's GOT to be one of them. Once Scrapper identifies him on chanel, he starts to panic. "Constructicons. Tran.. Slag it!" He snaps at Long Haul, who beat him to it. Doing his role, he transforms into a cement mixer and begins moving towards his brothers, all facing each other in a small circle. "Fine then.. Transform.. PHASE TWO!"

Scrapper shouts, "Constructicons, MERGE to form Devastator!"

With a shudder of metal, the Constructicons undergo a stunning transformation and combine into the mighty form of Devastator!

Dump Truck <Long Haul> has left.

Mixmaster has left.

Devastator> Mixmaster and Scrapper transform into vertical versions of themselves, becoming significantly taller than their vehicles modes originally were. Long Haul folds in half, joining the pair of them together. Hook folds in on himself, forming the upper torso while Scavenger and Bonecrusher form large forearms at the end of their vehicle modes, attaching at either end of Hook. A Head and blast chest emerge from the combined green team. Devastator lives again. Looks like the territory was going to be levelled earlier than anyone expected.

"HWAAAAAARGH!!" The incoherant brute bellows to the Aerialbot (The only Autobot he's aware of at this point,) as it continues to soar past him. "AUTOBOT GNATS. DEVASTATOR HATES YOU ALL!!"

Devastator> F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet banks left and immediately starts slowing down, already realizing that they do, in fact, have a very large problem on their hands. Immediately, he's already trying to locate his brothers in arms while he relays back to Prime. "Prime, we have a very, very LARGE problem." He pauses for a moment in his message. "But I suspect you can already see it."

Devastator> "Wait, Cosmos's telling me that there's something BIG going-"

 And then, the Not so Jolly Jade Giant rises on the horizon, yelling out that challenge to the oncoming autobot horde. "...Ah. Nevermind." Immediately, Smokescreen veers to the side, aiming to start circling around Devvy, banking on the increased maneuverability of his car mode for the time being. "So what's the plan, Rodimus? Fire retardant foam? Triplines around his legs? A really big hole? Or will we just pump as much firepower into him as we can and hope for the best?"

Devastator> Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> spots Devastator on the horizon...Kinda hard to miss something that big...that green and that ugly. "Well well looks like the big green retard is up and about. I hope Hoist tuned you up real good commander because this is likely to leave a mark." The Autobot powers up his main guns and adjusts his course to give the ground bots some cover.

<Decepticon> Devastator says, "AUTOBOTS THINK THAT THEY CAN STOP THE DEVASTATOR. AUTOBOTS ARE FOOLS!"

Devastator>     Rodimus would nod if it weren't obvious he was a winnebago right now. "Yes, I see the giant green swallow and hear his distinctive mating call.....Too bad Abominus is off getting a flea-dip, otherwise Devastator would be in heaven. Now, while we're trying to figure out what exactly they're sorting through the outpost to find, lets try not to get stepped on shall we? Autobots, accelerate to maximum speed. Take that big green giant down." Rodimus floors his accelerator so he'll be able to reach the battle before Jetfire and Air Raid get swatted.

Devastator> Sky Lynx doesn't need high tech sensors to detect the green behemot that just appeared in front of the Autobots. "Hum this is not good. If Devastator is here, there is probably more Decepticons around." Sky Lynx circles above his fellow Autobots while replying to Jetfire, "Don't worry Jetfire, I'm here and I'll smack this fat idiot around"

Devastator> Porsche 935 Turbo is all for firepower And triplines. And lots and lots of fireworks-- er... explosives. "Wonderful." He says, and follows. "It's a regular party 'round here." ZippyZoom. Time to go make sure the flyboys don't get grounded. "Hang on tight, li'l Fox."

Devastator> Cargo Truck <Rivet> puts the pedal to the metal as Rodimus orders the attack. "Uh... sure thing... I guess." Not exactly his favorite activity, but then again, he's not one to refuse an order from the big guy himself. A hatch opens on top of his cargo box and a laser turret slides out and locks into place, then begins to swivel around to get a lock on Big Green And Gruesome.

Devastator> Police Car <Streetwise> tales the lead from Rodimus and slams the gas down and load a photon charge. Hr reposrts over local broad band "You got it Rodimus, pedal to the metal and weapons charged." He bears on toward the Jolly Green dope ready to whup it good.

Devastator> Platinum Cassette would blink if he could. "Devastator?" Great, just what he needs. Well, this really sucks... Let's hope Devy doesn't get any ideas to play Crush the Foxbot. "Just keep drivin', Jazz," he says in response. One can almost hear the grin in his voice.

Devastator> Devastator stomps around, searching out a target. Of course, there is that irritating little jet flying above, his engines distorted into a high-pitched whine to Devastator's audios. The irritating little jet also has the bonus of being a member of one of those other blasted combiner teams. Mind made up, Devastator reaches up a hand to smack Air Raid out of the sky. After that, he can attend to more worthwhile problems.

Devastator> You strike F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet with Mosquito Swatter.

Devastator> Galvatron soars towards the location, Recoil near him. "Dr. Cox. This will require our full power. The Autobots CANNOT win on Cybertron. We must show them that we own this planet."

Devastator> Recoil, of course, has been called in to offer heavy support to Devastator, because what a size 16 super robot comprised of 6 Decepticons really needs more than anything else is 'heavy support'. Yes, that includes a big hug. Nodding to Galvatron, he banks to the right to appear from behind Devastator, a few feet above the giant's head. "Sarah, Tiffany, Britney, Gina, Carol... Carol!", he says as he picks an Autobot out to zero in on. That Autobot, of course, is Smokescreen. (No attack as of yet).

Devastator> Sky Lynx doesn't waste anytime as he dives towards the gestalt. Unfortunately for Air Raid, Devastator smacks him before Sky Lync can interfere. "Look up here you oversized freak. Sky Lynx has something for you!" The large Dinobird roars as he tries to rip Devastator's face with his deadly talons.

Devastator> Police Car <Streetwise> would wince, if he were in bot mode, as Air Raid gets the smack laid down on him. He closes to within fireing range and launches a blast of photon charge at the giant green menace.

Devastator> Sky Lynx strikes you with Raking Claws for 7 points of damage.

Devastator> Police Car <Streetwise> strikes you with Photon Blast for 7 points of damage.

Devastator> Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> sees Air Raid getting nailed and fires his engines closing the distance very quickly approaching from the right hand side of the green giant. The targeting reticule settles on the shoulder joint. Probably won't do much damage but let's test that theory out. "Well slap away Sky Lynx. I will back you up my friend." The air guardian's targeting computer emits the usual locking tone...The jet opens up with his main guns.

Devastator> Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> strikes you with Dual Particle Cannons for 5 points of damage.

Devastator>     Rodimus transforms quickly as he reaches the outskirts of the battlefield and shakes his head after seeing Devastator smack Air Raid. Then, of course, what night could be complete without an appearance by Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo himself, Galvatron. "You know, it never ceases to amaze me how many techno-roaches can crawl out from under a single overturned rock." Rodimus leaves his rifle in its holster for now, lets see what Galvatron has in store tonight. <no attack this round>

Devastator> F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet starts calling out to Jetfire. "Hey, bigbot! You hit him high, and I'll hit him-" WHAM, Air Raid is hit like a giant metal fly. "OW!" He calls out, his gyroscopes now out of whack. He transforms to his Robot mode, and lands on the ground, hard, right near Rodimus Prime. He looks rather bent. "Take this you...big....lummox!" He calls out, pulling his rifle and firing it back at the big lime green monstrosity.

Devastator> The underside of the F-15 comes out and down, as the wings and nose pull up and back as the fighter transforms into.....AIR RAID!

Devastator> The Cybertronian RV quickly converts back into Rodimus Prime.

Devastator> Air Raid strikes you with Torque Rifle for 4 points of damage.

Devastator> Cargo Truck <Rivet> achieves a lock on Devastator's center chest, and with a few minor adjustments to compensate for his firing while moving, he sends a mental command to the laser turret to open fire on the Gestalt. "A lot of good this will do, but an order's an order."

Devastator> Carol- er, Smokescreen, can't help but notice that he's been picked out for special treatment. The datsun jinks to the left, dissapearing behind one particular pile or rubble- and from the other side, Smokescreen pops out again, now in robot mode, rifle in hand.

 "Looks like we're getting a hell of a lot of attention here." Muses the tactician as he starts firing off a few random, low-powered shots...some at Recoil, some at Devastator- y'know. Whatever. (No coded attack.)

Devastator> With a changing of parts and that telltale sound, an otherwise Mundane Stock car converts to the Autobot Smokescreen.

Devastator> Cargo Truck <Rivet> strikes you with Twin Laser Turret for 1 points of damage.

Devastator> Porsche 935 Turbo is gonna transform once he hops over that last rise, because as tempting as it is to outmanover Devastator in car form, it's also... rather dull. Yeah. Of course he's going to eject the silly silly fox first. "Last stop, ev'rbody off." Jazz calls, as he hops up, and fires a blast towards the big green dude. "Top floor, big green paperweights."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "JAZZ SPOTTED"

Devastator> Jazz strikes you with Not really going to do much, but it's an effort nonetheless. for 9 points of damage.

<Decepticon> Devastator says, "CRUSH JAZZ!"

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "YES"

<Decepticon> Recoil says, "... and Smokescreen!"

<Decepticon> Devastator says, "CATCH.. NOT.. NO!! NO!! CRUUUUSH!!"

<Decepticon> Cinderblock says, "Location? I'm anxious to hand some Autobot his bullet-ridden keister in a can marked 'Made with loving care by Cinderblock'"

<Decepticon> Scourge says, "*a soft growl*  Where is he, brother?  I want his laser core sparking in my claws..."

Devastator> Platinum Cassette is silly? Well, of course! He's a fox! He ejects from Jazz's tape deck, and transforms, landing on his paws. Foxfire eyes Devastator for a moment, staying close to Jazz, then moves away, but not too far. The compartments in his hips open up, and he launches a pair of rockets at the giant Decepticon.

Devastator> Foxfire transforms from his cassette mode to his fox form.

Devastator> Foxfire strikes you with Rocket for 1 points of damage.

Devastator> While numerous attacks hit their mark against the Constructicon Supreme, none really cause any significant damage. A few scorches here, a ding in the paint there, and that's enough. He's about to raise his arm to strike at the bird-thing that's virtually inviting him to do so when... he stops. The behemoth stands there, completely still, for a long moment as what's going on works its way through his six minds when he turns and looks down at a certain black and white Autobot who just fired at him. "IF DEVASTATOR IS PAPERWEIGHT, THEN JAZZ IS TO BE FLATTENED INTO PAPER!" he roars, lifting his Mixmaster foot to bring it down towards the special operative in a deafening stomp.

Devastator> Jazz evades your Paper Thin Jazz attack.

Devastator> Recoil's attention is diverted towards Jazz momentarily -- it seems the entire Empire wants a piece of that one these days -- however Galvatron and Devastator are more than capable of popping the proverbial, or perhaps literal, cap in the Porsche's ass if they so desire. Recoil has become entranced with the nature of the purely ground-based Autobot, especially since it directly shot at him. The laser beams are largely dodged; a few strick against his thick forearm armor and are dismissed easily. While "Carol" jukes from one side to the other and back, Recoil holds his general position in the air over top of the car. As Smokescreen straightens from time to time, the seeker falls behind a bit as he can only go so fast in robot mode, and his altmode is too fast. What a paradoz to find oneself in! Deciding to end this paradox in his favor, he pulls up and raises both arms to home in on Smokescreen's super-phat tires. "The only way you could be less productive, Carol, is if you were in fact the ground you're driving on. Of course if that were the case, you would then be providing some jackass with a ground to drive on while he considers what a jackass he truly is. Iiiiiiii know! Here, it's a conundrum. Don't you worry about it though, I'll tackle that one right up here." He pauses to point to his head with a finger. "In the meantime, even though you don't have your basket with you, it's just a terrific time to skip away, Carol. Skip away... skip away." His head-fingering arm returns in form with the other as a pair of lasers erupt from his arm rifles, streaking towards the car's wheels.

Devastator> Galvatron soars down slowly, igniting his laser broadsword in a load SNAP HISS. He soars right at Rodimus Prime. He stops just short of him, twirling his new weapon a few times. He really prefers this over the axe. Not as heavy, and much easier to block enemy weapon fire. He smirks, "So we meet again, Rodimus." he twirls his broadsword again "Good. I wanted a rematch. COME! Face your destiny, old friend!" He rushes at Rodimus, twirling his new laser broadsword madly, striking at Rodimus's midsection.

Devastator> Onslaught descends from the sky, and lands in the vicinity of Galvatron after having finished prior business and learned of this incident over radio. He's probably a bit frustrated at not having had any time to prepare for this engagement. Rather than jump right into combat, he pauses for a moment to study the scene and determine the optimal course of action. Something about seeing Devastator in action again gives him a warm, fuzzy feeling, and wonders about the whereabouts of his own team members.

Devastator> Galvatron strikes Rodimus Prime with Lightbroadsword Swipe.

Devastator> Streetwise has disconnected.

Devastator> "You know-" Smokescreen allows himself a crucial moment in this now-escalating firefight to comment. "That's the most coherent thing I've ever heard Devastator say. Ever."

 This said, he gives a leap and a roll, still utilizing the momentum from his car mode for a bit of acrobatics...acrobatics that are cut short as one of Recoil's lasers wings the tactician. "You, on the other hand..." he sets to running along in a zig-zagging pattern- "You're just rambling incoherently. You should be embarassed- I always thought that you were more along the 'Ominous Silence' school of villainy? But then again, that facade usually cracks after the first few lasers..." This said, Smokescreen opens up with a barrage of his OWN laser blasts, each shot guided by thousands of years of experience firing away at cranky airborne targets.

 PULL!

Devastator> Air Raid turns away from Devastator, especially after the big green machine lunges for Jazz. He turns to find Rodimus Prime and Galvatron going at it, and Onslaught landing nearby. "Hey, you!" He calls, lifting one arm in Onslaught's direction, his fist sliding back into the socket, a nozzle sliding out. "Hold still a minute. I wanna carve my initials in your forehead!" And with that, he fires the one attack that drives Seekers everywhere nutts.

Devastator> Air Raid strikes Onslaught with his Null-Ray attack.

Devastator>     Rodimus isn't exactly thrilled with the fact that Galvatron is still carrying that blasted Broadsword around. He has enough trouble sparring with the drone using one of those things, sure as hell doesn't care much about fighting someone of Galvatron's skill at his own game that way. The swipe is quick and unexpected, leaving a large gash across the flames painted on his chest. He takes a single step back and his optics flash. No, no more happy, chatty Rodimus. He's definitely in a foul mood and it shows. He clenches both fists and lunges forward, trying to plant both of them into Galvatron's chest and knock him back a few feet.

Devastator> Rodimus Prime strikes Galvatron with Double-Fisted Punch.

Devastator> Jazz dances out of the way of Devastator's size 3-million twenty eight extra wide, "Well, that'd be a problem, see-- I get 'nuff paperwork as it is, so bein' paper ain't exactly... well--" he stops, giving the giant a grin, along with a laser blast. "Dunno why I'm tryin' to explain to ya. Y'wouldn't understand it anyway."

Devastator> Cargo Truck <Rivet> spins to a stop and swivels his turret around to keep it aligned with Devastator. "One armor chink at a time." The turret switches modes before it opens fire with a taser blast at the Not-So-Jolly Green Giant. "I just hope I don't end up as scrap metal after this.."

Devastator> Cargo Truck <Rivet> strikes you with taser for 1 points of damage.

Devastator> Sky Lynx uses is momentum to fly out of reach of Devastator. Unfortunately for Jazz, the gestalt chooses to target him instead of Sky Lynx. But Jazz is fast while Devastator is slow. "You're big, you're ugly, you're stupid and you can't aim... no wonder the other gestalt call you : outdated." Once again, Sky Lynx dives at the Constructicons but this times, he tries to whip the gestalt behind the head using his tail.

Devastator> Jazz strikes you with laser for 1 points of damage.

Devastator> Sky Lynx strikes you with Tail Whip for 8 points of damage.

Devastator> A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock) descends from the Sky above Scrap Yard above.

Devastator> Foxfire takes cover...um, somewhere. But still close to Jazz, though the platinum cassette tries to stay out of sight. He'd rather not use a hologram, as he doesn't want to risk using up too much energy. He watches Devastator silently, focusing *only* on that big green Decepticon. His optics flash for a brief second, then his lasers are fired.

Devastator> Foxfire strikes you with Laser for 1 points of damage.

<Decepticon> Cinderblock says, "This is Cinderblock, just got to the engagement area... Got delayed by traffic over Cuprahex. Targetting priorities?"

Devastator> Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> turns around and prepares for another strafing run on the big guy. Jetfire lines up his smaller lasesrs while the main gun is recharging. The jet passes by the giant peppering him with small laser fire. "Let's keep up the pressure guys. He can't hold out forever!" Boy is that false but hey it's inspiring. A quick look on the radar indicates a new player in the game, Onslaught but Air Raid seems to be on case already, let's leave it at that until he calls for help.

Devastator> Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> strikes you with Nosecone Lasers for 1 points of damage.

Devastator> Onslaught was concentrating a bit too much on the Autobots who were busy with Devastator, and made the mistake of overlooking Air Raid. You know, there's nothing quite as embarrassing as being hit within moments of landing on a battlefield. He falls backward, causing a fine plume of dust to billow up around him, all his joints suddenly paralyzed. Thus rendering him into a sitting duck that even your grandma could hit from a hundred yards. He grunts loudly enough that Galvatron will probably be aware of his presence, even if he's preoccupied with Rodimus. "Your fate has just been expedited!", he directs at the gutsy Aerialbot.

Devastator> Recoil has millions of years of experience in dodging shots fired from relatively still targets, unfortunately. Smokescreen's blast flies wide left of Recoil's robot-mode wing-tip, although the heat given off from the beam does not go unnoticed. "A fair approximation, Autobot, but I must ask; do you actually listen to yourself when you speak... or do you find you drift in and out?" Recoil muses that it must be the latter, given how hopelessly overmatched Smokescreen clearly is. Afterall, Seekers > Cars and all that. Performing a mid-air front-flip, Recoil dives with alarming speed towards the Autobot, fists outstretched ahead of himself for that extra *punch* that we all love so much. Or pair of punches, as the case may be. It would be a swell, perhaps indefensible move if he had a lower angle; unfortunately for himself, he's cutting it pretty sharply and could well end up head-first in the ground if he misses his target. And then, of course, all the neighborhood children would rush out to light him on fire and whack him with sticks.

Devastator> Sky Lynx apparently has a death wish. Directly calling out the Constructicon Surpreme, not only calling him stupid and ugly.. but outdated. All at once, six egos are bruised. "Outdated! Hmpf! How Dare he say that this.. We were made before anyone else! We were the original.. Right, lets make him pay.. Uh, guys...?.. yeah, Get him! We can pick up that debris there..." Devastator slowly leans over, picking up a large clump of ruined building. "Orright, let's smash him?... Guys?.... Now listen, you need to throw it precisely... GUYS!.. WHAT?!... Jazz!... Oh.." Devastator makes a rumbling growl as his six minds as one remember that Jazz is their priority. The Constructicon surpreme lobs the large mound at Jazz, roaring angrily. Both at Jazz for his past transgressions and at his own internal frustration.

Devastator> You strike Jazz with Shards of Debris!.

Devastator> Galvatron smirks widely as he strikes, "Yes!" but he is nailed in the chest by his adversary. He goes stumbling back. He looks around, wondering. He has the advantage here, but how can he capitalize on it. Hmmm. He thinks for a moment. "Decepticons! Do not hold back! FUll firepower on all your opponents. SHow them why this planet is OURS!"

He pauses, twirling his laser broadsword around for a moment. Rodimus is not a swordsman, he is. He needs to use that to his advantage. But how? Rodimus is so smart. He has to take a risk. He leaps.

Galvatron leaps into the air, flipping three times. As he flips, he twirls his sword left and right, blocking laser fire from his enemies back at them and destroying them. Gumbies need to be better taught. He lands, smirking... "You are a fool, Rodimus."

"With that, I show you my true power! You are a weakling! Feel my power!" He fakes several slashes that Rodimus almost definitely dodges with his speed. He then grunt with pure anger "DIE!" he thrusts forward, trying to impale Rodimus.

He lands behind Rod after his impale attempt, pulling his sword out if he was successful. "You are a fool, Rodimus. You need to learn to use a weapon. Your idiocy knows no bounds." he twirls his weapon around, "FACE ME. CURR."

Devastator> The loud, cacophony of Cinderblock's engines announce his arrival as he comes down from the sky. He notices Devestator...the gestalt making him somewhat more...brazen. Now, who to mutilate...who to mutilate. A cargo truck... He angles in slowly on Rivet, his vulcan cannon cycling to activity. "Devestator's kicking ass. Autobots are going to die... This is like the good old days... Shame you aren't going to have those of your own..." A demonic whine from the device fills the air, as the bullets come crashing down at Rivet, kicking up metal and sparks as he tracks his cannon onto the autobot.

Devastator> Smokescreen peers upwards at Recoil, and grins. "Well, I -DO- like the sound of my own voice..." and then the seeker comes a barreling downwards- Smokescreen leaps backwards, just BARELY avoiding the oh-so-sudden dive through the use of a handy leap backwards...which lands Smokescreen on his aft, rather indignantly.

 Though Recoil's own landing may be lacking even more grace than Smokescreen's.

 A grin on his face, he springs back to his feet. "You know, you -DO- have guns."

Devastator> Grimlock descends from the Sky above Scrap Yard above.

Devastator> Foxfire suddenly darts out from his hiding place, trying to get close enough to Devastator so he can feel the full effects of the saboteur's flames. He comes in close, opens his month, and spews the fire, then darts away, hopefully before the big guy has a chance to react.

Devastator> Foxfire strikes you with Fire for 1 points of damage.

Devastator> Cargo Truck <Rivet> lets out an audio-sensor splitting shriek of pain as the Vulcan cannon rounds splash across his cargo area, ripping holes through the relatively thin metal. His accelerator pedal slams to the floor as he shifts into gear, spinning out with a puff of smoke from his wheels as he gets his lumbering form moving, and hopefully making himself less of a target. The turret tracks towards Cinderblock, locking onto the incoming Cinderblock. "We're going to get creamed if we stay out here much longer!" he shouts as he commands his turret to open fire on the Decepticon jet.

Devastator> Sky Lynx smacked Devastator, but obviously not hard enough. "Damnation. What do I need to do to get his attention. Hold tight Jazz, I'm going to knock him on the ground..."

"Or I'll try at least" he mutters. The dinobird flies away to put some space between the gestalt and himself. Then he transforms into his cyberlynx mode and runs at full speed towards Devastator. As soon as he comes into range, he jumps at the gestalt's throat, trying to knock him on the ground. Big big Cat incoming!

Devastator> From his previous form, Sky Lynx transforms into his Lynx mode.

Devastator> Cargo Truck <Rivet> strikes A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock) with Twin Laser Turret.

Devastator> Cyber Lynx strikes you with Pounce Slash for 12 points of damage.

Devastator> Air Raid grins, and bounds over to where Onslaught lie's prone, landing so that he's got one foot planted on either side of the Combaticon leader, his rifle held firmly in both hands. Too bad he used his full powered Torque attack earlier, and his weapon hasn't fully recharged. Yeah, Air Raid is gutsy. Sometime's too gutsy for his own good. Probably comes from being, perhaps, the only pure warrior that the Aerialbots have. "Expedite this, you poor excuse for a combat vehicle!" He says, firing his rifle on low power at probably about point blank range.

Devastator> Air Raid strikes Onslaught with Torque Rifle - Low Power.

Devastator>     Rodimus is impaled by the broadsword, it severs a few of his more major fuel lines and one of his intercostal supports on the right side before it is torn back out of the wound that was just made. That's what tunnel vision gets you when you're fighting an experienced opponent, it gets you stabbed in the abdomen by an enemy that despises you. Rodimus staggers backward a step, then a second, looking down at the gaping hole in his chest as his internal repair systems quickly work to stem the flow of energon and lubricant from the broken arteries networked through his chest. He turns to face Galvatron as the words strike home. "Face." He nods. "Thanks for the advice." Without another word he draws his rifle and points the muzzle right at, yup you guessed it. Galvatron's face. Without another word he pulls the trigger.

Devastator> Rodimus Prime strikes Galvatron with Photon Eliminator: <Medium>.

Devastator> Grimlock descends from the skies above. There's lots of fire, devastation, and probably more than a bit of grunting about the chaos on local radio frequencies of the Autobot sort. Grimlock's like a moth drawn to a flame at this point, his hands thrust out in front of him as he descends in towards the battle, getting a good look at what's going on. And oh look, there's Devastator? How could he miss him? His optic visor dims slightly, before he begins to bleed off more altitude, dipping down towards the melee.

Devastator> Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> gains some altitude in order to get some more perspective. An old A-10 entered the frey and is trading shots with Rivet, better keep an eye on him. Jetfires comes about with another volley of laser fire at the gestalt. This is probably just tickling him but in the long run it will be like a bullfighter slaying a bull one slash at a time."

Devastator> Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> strikes you with Nosecone Lasers for 1 points of damage.

Devastator> Ow.

Jazz is indeed pummeled by a large mound of... stuff. Which does knock him over momentarily. But the key word for the day, kids, is 'Momentarily'. It didn't exactly peg him hard enough to stun him, or knock anything offline, "I know m'spoiler's pretty keen, but man..." he says, pushing away whatever that was. Ugh. Just got that fixed too. "Mebe he jus' needs to have a little distraction...." Uh. yeah. This could be interesting-- Wait! There's Sky Lynx in the way. Can't use the beacon now-- That might hit Sky Lynx. But a missile to the kneecap might work... Missiles away.

Devastator> Jazz strikes you with missile for 10 points of damage.

Devastator> Galvatron manages to leap up...but he takes the blast to the chest. Full on. It sends him staggering backwards. Energon spills everywhere. His lightbroadsword goes flying from him, disengaging automaticall as a safety precaution. Galvatron lands on his ass, and goes sliding into a wall. He gets NAILED into it, oomphing as he does so. He slowly rises, clutching the large wound in his chest.

"As you wish, Rodimus. If you are that much of a sissy, and can't fight me in a true duel. So be it." he transforms, falling into cannon mode, the maw glowing brightly "Then fight this!"

The cannon hums loudly, charging it's power. "You cannot face me like a true mech, Rodimus! You have just proven it! Fine! Then face my FULL MIGHT!"

 The maw discharges, not at full power, but close to it. "FEEL THE POWER OF YOUR ENEMY. BOW TO ME!"

Devastator> Galvatron places his barrel on his head and transforms into cannon mode. Oh no, someone's gonna get it.

Devastator> A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock) grahs as the blasts dance across his frame, "THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO, KID?!" He mutters, "...and its no use running..." He does his best to catch up with Rivet, flying over him, before he drops an air-to-fire chemical charge down on the retreating cargo vehicle. He snickers, "This is the like the old days you see. I used to hunt down types like you all the time! Come on! Try to reason with me! Try to appeal to my better nature! Beg for mercy!! I like reliving my youth! HEH HEH HEH!!!"

Devastator> A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock) misses Cargo Truck <Rivet> with his Fire attack.

Devastator> Fusion Cannon <Galvatron> strikes Rodimus Prime with Cannon <High Firepower>.

Devastator> Onslaught, in his vulnerable position, is struck squarely in the chest--not like Air Raid could have missed at that range. Yes, it hurt somewhat, despite being a weaker attack. "Umph! Not very sporting, Autobot. Are you sure you're on the right side?" He doesn't have convenient access to his own arsenal from this posture, so he does the best he can--rendering a swift kick to his assailant from his reclined position.

Devastator> Devastator really just doesn't feel anything that Foxfire's been dishing out. The Lynx? If the gestalt sways, it is the sway of a skyscraper built to sway rather than topple, perhaps a skyscraper designed by one of his components, and like such a skyscraper, he does not fall. He bats at the little kitty-cat at his throat, attempting to knock him down and into Jazz. At the same time, his kicks up another clump of debris.

Devastator> Recoil sees the flex in Smokescreen's legs and knows this isn't going to end well for him even before his target flips backward. He tries to redirect himself but it's just too darn late. This is what happens when you leap before you look. His fists hit first, which is relatively good for him. What sucks big donkey balls, however, is that his arms were moving with such power and locked so tightly that they are now imbedded in the Cybertronian surface by a few feet. Of course, his face and chest being dragged along with them doesn't exactly make him feel as though he had just popped two or three hundred percocet, either. Alas, in combat, having the most number of limbs available at all times is paramount. He tries to unjam himself from the surface once, unsuccessfully. Smokescreen's helpful comment to remind him of his weaponary would only to serve to infuriate him if he weren't already livid over his current condition. He looks about for the neighborhood children, likely armed with lights and sticks. They have not appeared yet, but surely they are only waiting for the perfect moment to strike. In the meantime, another failed attempt to dislodge himself has passed; more than unhappy, Recoil is becoming embarassed with himself. What kind of elite warrior gets stuck IN the planet they're battling on? Realizing that his arm-based attempts to free himself are not working, he opts instead for his legs as the primary movers for getting out of this. He WORMS a time or two for momentum, then kicks on the downward end to force his body up and out. Freedom, at last! His arms are in rough shape, but he can deal with that later. For now, he faces Smokescreen defensively. "Believe you me, you will feel those guns bashing your processors in soon enough." Oooooooooooooh.