Uluru - South of Ayer's Rock
As Skullcruncher and Weirdwolf fired the EMPs that they had raided from the Thanatos
armory, Flamewar kept beating away any Vehicons that flew at them though fewer and fewer did so until the volley of living projectiles finally passed over them and to the troops behind. Flamewar hefted her fusion crossbow at the Fallen but paused as she saw Sixshot land atop the rock and begin talking to the demigod. What was he…Oh no…
The black operative let out an audible groan and lowered her crossbow. That was Sixshot for you. At least Sixshot confronting him directly would give her a moment to think about a strategy to take down the flaming entity. Powerful though he might be, it was still a Cybertronian body that stood before them. A well placed shot of cosmic rust might…More explosions from the other side of the rock notified her that the Razorclaw had initiated the hammer assault.
If this hammer and anvil thing didn’t work then…this war would be all for nothing, ending only in the extinction of their race by some third party. Bah. She would die before she let that happen. Flamewar glanced up to see that Warwolf
had brought her very close to the rock itself, cutting off her view of the Fallen. But perhaps this way…she could scale the rock unnoticed.
Hopping up so that her feet were firmly planted on Warwolf’s back, Flamewar leaped from the lupine interrogator’s back and slammed against the hard rock. Putting away her crossbow, Flamewar began the steep ascent to the top. A sudden, incredible searing pain, however soon impeded most progress.
Looking to her right, Flamewar saw a massive swirling vortex of flame erupting from out of nowhere. Hissing with pain, the black operative projected a force field over her chassis to protect her from the worst of the heat. It didn’t help much, but it was something. Flamewar could almost feel her armor growing softer under the flaming tornado’s intense blaze.
She climbed diagonally now, trying to put as much distance between her and the flame as she could. If the Fallen could summon fire from the void, he could probably move it around too.Counting on you to keep this slagger busy, Sixshot…Don’t let me down,
Flamewar thought to herself as she watched her systems struggling to cool her almost glowing armor. The black operative had almost reached the top when a communique from Motormaster
buzzed in her audios.
>>”You mean the swirling pillars of flame that almost melted me alive? Yes, I’m quite aware of them,"<<
>>"Flamewar? Are you picking up what I am seeing as well? Got any bright ideas how to deal with this kind of slag?"<<
Flamewar replied with a grunt as she continued to pull herself up the rock. Most Decepticons weren’t equipped with fire suppression gear, and she was sure that none of them had brought any along…which only left a few options, if this fire could even be stopped by normal means. She held no assumptions.>>”If you want to try and get rid of them, try creating a vacuum or smothering them by using up the oxygen around them. There’s no guarantee that those tactics will work, however. You could just try to ascend between them or fly above them, but they probably won’t stay put for much longer."<<
Flamewar cut the line as she reached the top of the rock and cautiously peered over the edge. She couldn’t see the Fallen from here, which also meant that she was also out of the line of sight. Jumping up onto the rock, Flamewar ducked into a nearby trench and worked her way stealthily across the rock, stopping when both Sixshot and the Fallen came into view.
She ducked down and drew out her specially prepared bolt, setting it on to the crossbow gingerly, and then watched from her concealed shelter. As ready as she was to fire, Flamewar hoped that it would not be necessary. If Sixshot was defeated here then…well. That would be something to think about when and if it came to pass.
Australia – Skies Above
Divebomb swung back into the air as his attacks bounced off of the Fallen harmlessly thanks to the force field that his little glitch had conjured up. The sole flying Predacon hissed with frustration, and took out his anger on the halo of Vehicons that the Fallen had sent flying at those below. That was. Until Shadowing caught his attention."These kinds of attacks are not going to do anything with them raising shield. I suggest organizing simultaneous attacks from different angles. Try to overwhelm their attention and hopefully get in a surprise hit."
Divebomb glided and considered the proposal. It was sound logically. Another glance down to the field told him that the hammer squad had made their move against the Fallen. Attacking in unison with them heightened their chances of success. >>”Aerial cauldron! Provide cover for the hammer pack and attack in unison with them from the east and west,"<<
Divebomb ordered, nodding to Shadowing as the cyberhawk broke off to fly to the east of Ayer’s Rock.
As he did, Rampage’s always charming voice crackled over his internal audios.
>>"Divebomb?! Can you get me any kinda visual or coordinates on the traitor?"<<
Divebomb cast his optics downward, but it did not take him long to spot the traitor. Hardhead had him by the jaws…haha! What a sight! But…that green minion had ought to respect just whose
prey Howlstrike was. Fortunately for Divebomb and the rest of the Predacons, another of the autobot’s number tackled him off of Howlstrike.
Divebomb could really watch this all day, but he had more pressing matters to tend to as he turned his attention back to the rock to see that it now had fire tornadoes. That was interesting. Scary as all get out, but Divebomb couldn’t falter. Not when his alpha was charging headfirst into it.>>”I got him in my sights, Rampage. He’s off to the east of Ayer’s Rock, dealing with one of the Fallen’s lackies right now. Pretty far off,"<<
Divebomb squawked back over the comms.
>>Understood, Blaster. Permission to join Anvil forces granted. There’s no sense in keeping you up there when we can use your strength to fight the Fallen down here."<<
Oh, thank Primus. He could finally get out of this cockpit and into the action. Blaster was ecstatic. As much as his alternate form was easily storable and portable, the chief communications officer of the Autobots didn’t exactly care for tight, enclosed spaces. “Hey Silverbolt
! I’ve got clearance from Prowl to join up with the Anvil forces on the ground. Wanna drop me an’ Eject