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The Crashed Ship

The shattered vessel, rapidly filling with water, racked by explosions and torn open in several spots, shuttered from internal explosions and the water pressure. Finally, the twin bombs planted by Ravage detonated. The bombs, combined with the small amount of energon left in the vessel, generated a considerable detonation. A fountain of water and a small steam mushroom cloud erupted from the surface of the water as the detonation shot up to the surface. The vessel was reduced to complete debris and rubble, leaving no physical evidence of its presence aside from a spike in energy and radiation readings.

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Fleeing the Explosion

Soundwave darted through the water as fast as he could. He was not as swift or sleek as the seekers were, even underwater. He was larger and bulkier then any seeker, and carrying Frenzy was not particularly helping him. Both he and Rumble were struck by the underwater shockwave as the ship detonated. Rumble was sent hurtling away and Soundwave went tumbling end over end.

The communications officer was able to stabilize himself, still clutching the damaged Frenzy in his arms. He quickly began scanning around for Rumble.

“Hahahahaha! That was slaggin’ awesome! I hope all of those scraphead Bots were still in there when it blew!” Rumble picked himself off the ocean floor, a smirk on his face. “Frenzy is gonna blow a circuit when I tell him he missed that explosion!” Soundwave looked down at the cassetticon and merely shook his head. He then shot up towards the water surface, Rumble tagging along behind him. They broke the water surface and flew low along the surface, heading towards the rally point.

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Hellion broke the surface of the water, still tearing at the lead covering her face. Finally she began to clear some of it from her optics. Her vision wasn’t great, her optics having been cracked, but she could vaguely make out her surroundings. She clenched her fists in anger, ready to go back down to the battle below.

It was then that she received the retreat order. She snarled and punched out at the air in frustration. Again she was going to be denied a true battle. Next time she was going to make sure that Ironhide left the fight in pieces.

The seeker transformed, a bit of scraping and scratching from some of her battle damage. She then rocketed off towards the rally point, her vision and scanners of her alternate mode letting her see clearly.

Ocean Floor, Fleeing the Wreck

The shock wave from the blast hits Lore-lock and sends him spinning tail pipe over head lamp. He grunts and groans from the very unpleasant process of being so heavily dented. To make things worse, the pressure wave was followed by a wave of sand and sediment, quickly burying the hapless bot. I sure hope comm signals can get through this stuff, he thinks as he is quickly immobilized, not even able to transform.

>>I don't know if any of you can get this, but I'm needing some extraction.<< He called out on all autobot frequencies.

Ocean Floor



Ironhide had his sensors locked on Hound, and was roaring towards him at the top speed he could manage underwater, all the while trying to ignore the illusionary forest that he was passing through at break-neck speed. He breathed a sigh of relief when the illusions suddenly dissipated making his trek much, much easier.

“Blaster, be ready to grab Hardhead. Ah don’t wanna slow down any more than ah gotta,” he said as they barreled down on Hound and his wounded cargo.

“Don’t worry. We’re good to go,” Blaster said. In the few moments they’d been in the back, the communications specialist had recalled Ramhorn and called Eject forth once more. Ramhorn was stronger, but hands were needed for this particular job.

As the big red truck closed in, Eject and Rewind leaned over the side, grabbing up Hardhead’s body and hauling it up onto the back of the truck with them. The big warrior wouldn’t come close to actually fitting into the bed itself, but with them holding on, they were able to keep him balanced onboard and at least not dragging the ground. It slowed their flight down considerably, and poor Ironhide would be feeling the strain from this particular stunt for days to come, but they would make it clear, and Hound, free of his burden, should as well.

Ironhide poured on every bit of speed he could muster, his sensors tracking the bombs countdown to extinction, and reached a safe distance with barely an astrosecond to spare. The blast wave of the explosion was powerful and would have been even more devastating had the Autobots not managed to transport the bulk of the energon from the vessel, but it wasn’t enough to knock the severely overloaded truck from its wheels. He ground to a stop as the concussion passed and activated his sensors.

A few moments were required to sort through the static and determine that all the Autobots had survived, though one besides Hardhead was in stasis lock. Tension flowed from him when he knew everyone was, if not safe, then at least alive.

>>Aw right, all Autobots crank up yer locator beacons, ah’m callin’ back to the Ark fer a bounce. If yer haulin’ out wounded, make sure you got a good grip on ‘em,<< he transmitted on a general frequency, then switched to a private channel for the benefit of Lore-lock. >>Just turn up the gain on yer beacon Lore-lock. If that don’t work just lemme know and ah’ll come dig yuh out.<<

“Blaster, call Prime and let’im know we’re ready to go.”

“You got it,” Blaster replied, then opened a long range channel back to the Ark.


Skies above the crash site



"Oh you're absolutely right we will," Ramjet muttered as he fell into formation with the other Decepticons streaking away from the battle-site. The conehead was even looking forward to it. He'd taken chastisement from Megatron, because, for now at least, Megatron was the stronger, and Ramjet was in no position to resist. Starscream, on the other hand, was much more in Ramjet's weight class. If Screamer thought Ramjet would let him berate him for calling attention to his flawed plans, then Screamer had another think coming.

Ocean Floor

As the blast hit, Brawna nd Jazz were immediately picked up and thrown some distance. By the shock. But Brawn got it the worst, already damaged form Frenzy and Starscream, the damaged he was receiving from the impact was enough to deactivate him. he fell into stasis lock as he and jazz hit the ocean floor.

As the shockwave came at Prowl, he was immediately picked up by the force of the imact and outward flow of the water and carried further out, however, being further away form the ship and in car mode, was beneficial. His car form hit the ocean floor, damaging his siren lights. Even his front fender too some damage form the rolling before he cam to a stop and was immediately covere dby sand that ahd been carried by the blast. Feelingly slightly disoriented form the impact and dizzy from the tumble, he took a few moments to regain his equilibrium and immediately did a system check. He hah sustained minor damage to various external regions, his sirens were damaged, healdigth and blinker systems were no funcitonal and a bent axle. Essentially, being is disguise left him with damage that was practically superficial and could be fixed in a CR chamber. He decided to give a shot at transforming. He immediately felt like he had ot sturggle just to change, however, this was probably somehting that could be fixed with one transformation. He recalled one time, prime had taken a nasty tumble but had walked away with minor damage.

He gradually worked and shifting his vairous body parts to change abck into robot mode, getting his legs first, then fliping his torso and flipping his front fender down, spreading his door wings, folding out his arms, and finally evealing his head. He did a visual examinaiton of himself. Indeed, he was in much better shape than his paneling which took the brunt of the damage.

He looked back at where the ship was. In it's place was a large crater. The ecosystem was devastated. He let out a sigh of frustration that this had been allowed to happen. While having not been on Earth long, but he knew that if the Decepticosn contineud to be allowed to get away wiht these acts, their first dialogs with the humans would not go well. The Decepticons were taking complete advantage of Cybertronian Law through loopholes, and it left the Autobots limited to what they could do and they would be the ones to suffer the penalty dealt by the humans unless something were done to show their intentions. It was time to confront Prime regarding this issue, otherwise, there would be more tragedies like this to occur.

As soon as he received Ironhide's message, he activated his locator becon and opened a channel.

>>"I'm here Ironhide. Beacon actvated."<<

Jazz was more fortunant, being in better shape. After a few moments, he regained consiousness and got up. he suffered some minor damage and felt his left arm's mobility limited, A diagostic indicated it had been dislodged form it's joint, mos tlielly from the tumble. Ratchet would be able to fix that up in no time. He looked down and was Brawn out. He ha suffered additional damaged to his armor and even lost an arm, which he then located a few yards away. he walked over a grabbed it before walking over to Brawn. Lookin around, he sought for signs of Smokescreen and Blackstrike, who had been with them before the blast occured. He placed the severed arm on Brawn and grabbed him as Ironhide's message came through. Up instruciton, he activated his locator beacon.

>>"This is Jazz. I'm okay but my arms in bad shape. Brawn's gone to lala-land and'll probably feel like a million energon cubes after a trip to the CR chamber."<<, he replied.

Ocean Floor

Just before the freighter exploded, Smokescreen had managed to switch on Blackstrike's locator beacon just in case the two of them were separated during the blast. That way, even if he couldn't find his friend afterward, the Autobots could still bounce the stasis-locked mech back to base without much difficulty.

Astroseconds later, the explosion happened and the shock wave hit the clump of rocks Smokey was hiding behind, which hurled him and his comrades back a considerable distance. The diversion expert tumbled end over end along the seabed before being slammed up against a larger rock formation a good distance away. "Argh! Frag that hurt!" It was like hitting a steel wall as his back and right side were crushed inward upon impact with the unforgiving sediment.

Once the blast wave had dissipated, Smokescreen managed to pry himself away from the rock wall and stand under his own power. He did a quick systems check and detected an energon leak coming from his right side which had sustained the most damage during the explosion. Acting fast, Smokey quickly pulled out a small clamp and sealed off the cracked tubing that was now exposed along his right side. It wasn't a permanent fix, but it would last long enough until he got himself to a CR chamber.

It was then that Smokescreen noticed a series of sparks coming from his back where his right wing door used to be. "Slaggit! Where'd it go?" Smokey muttered as he looked back towards the rock wall. He knew it had to be somewhere close since it had still been attached before he collided with the wall. The diversion expert then peered down as his foot struck something metallic. "Found it!" Smokey picked up the severely damaged wing, barely able to make out the '38' that was now mostly scraped off. "Well, the CR chamber's gonna have a field day with me," Smokey said as he received Ironhide's transmission.

>>"Roger that, Ironhide. I'm turning my beacon up now. I'm pretty banged up, but I'll live."<<

Smokescreen switched off his comm and leaned up against the rock wall for support. He didn't have the strength the look for Blackstrike, but his friend's locator beacon was activated so Smokey wasn't too worried. The diversion expert simply waited to be bounced back to the Ark-19 where they would all get the repairs they needed.

Ocean Floor

Lore-lock somehow managed to hear all of Ironhide's message, and acted accordingly. Fortunately that simply meant tweaking the voltage to that specific circuit. However as things settled down he realized that while he was truly stuck, with the forward two thirds of his chassis in the muck, things were not as bad as he had originally thought. At least I still function he thought, as he tried yet again to transform.

>>Ok, Ironhide, locator beacon is turned up as high as it will go. My personal diagnostic scans show no major damage. But my front end is now looking less streamlined than it should. I fell like a stupid lawn ornament, can we get me bounced out please. This is a very undignified position.<<

Ocean Floor

As Blaster removes his burden from him, Hound pours on what speed he can, his wheels sending up clouds of seafloor material as he stays gripped to the ground, ploughing onwards to get a little more distance...

The shockwave, travelling faster in water than in air, and tears the scout from the seafloor, sending him sailing through the water. Hound gulps as he sees the seafloor drop from underneath him as he is blasted out over the chasm near the ship. Thankfully, theres just enough force to carry him right over the gap, and he lands unceremoniously on the slopes on the other side.

"Argh....Phew!!" >>This is Hound, I'm intact, but hurting more than a little. Locator Beacon is on, lets get Hardhead home, ok?<<

Transmission from Optimus Prime to Blaster

>>”Blaster, I’ve locked onto all of your beacons. I’m initiating the orbital bounce now.”<<

(OOC: Everyone can post back at the Ark-19 on the Orbital Bounce platform)