Ayers Rock – Amongst the Rubble-
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Warwolf followed his former teacher as she ascended the Cliffside, remaining to keep silent and vigilant as he partook in the same actions as she did. He could feel his primal side clawing at the bit to free itself from the so called “mental prison” he kept it in, though now was not the time to argue with it, he needed to keep focused on the task at hand. Any dispelled energy he used to contain it could possibly make it more mad, causing him to lose his hold on it and endangering his fellow Decepticons around him.
He kept low amongst the rocks while Flamewar had loaded up an bolt laced with Cosmic rust into her fusion crossbow. While he waited as the others began their assault, he could feel the grip on his swords tighten, the call to battle was nearly tearing him apart. But the former pirate had to keep himself from charging forward, the Fallen was practically a god after all. If he wanted to assist in anyway, charging forward and slashing his swords at him would be most ineffective. He returned both his blades into their scabbards and drew his Howler Cannon from behind him, locking the weapon upon his left forearm in a fashion reminiscent of their former leader, Megatron. While the combined forces of the Predacons and the Combaticons open fired upon the possessed chassis of Hot Rod, Warwolf joined in and unleashed a powerful barrage of laser fire from his arm-mounted weapon, his weapon living up to its name by producing a strange and howl-like noise at each shot left his barrel.
Once Flamewar had fired off her arrow, the Fallen quickly halted it in midflight and taunted at the attempt she made against him, only to turn the specialized bolt around in front of him and launching it back towards her.
Warwolf’s optical visor widened in shock as he watched the Fallen’s counterattack to the bolt. “GET DOWN!!” He snarled as the interrogator brushed his former teacher aside with a swipe from his cannon-arm, placing himself between the bolt and her. The bolt connected with the optical sensor located in the wolf head he used for a shoulder pauldron, though the powerful momentum from the Fallen’s return shot caused Warwolf to go sailing back along the rock formation a bit before he came to a rolling halt in the dirt. Mustering his strength to rise back up to a sitting position, the lupine interrogator stared into his new wound only to find the shaft of the arrow had broken off in his roll. Slowly oozing from his shoulder came the bronzy-orange particles of the plague-like chemical weapon Flamewar had injected into her bolt.
“Ah, slag…”
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As the intense white light faded and their optics had adjusted to their new location, Jazz and Springer found themselves staring at the back end of a Decepticon holdout against the infamous, 13th Prime. Before either of them could adjust to their new surrounding and open fire upon the Fallen, the rock beneath them was beginning to shatter and crumble beneath their boots.
“Hey! Thought it was
my job to shake things up on this mountain top!” Jazz commented as he struggled to gain a footing. “I didn’t even get a chance to lay down a bass line yet!”
“There’s still a chance for that, Jazz! C’mon, I got better things to do tonight than die!!” Springer replied as he leaped into the air and shifted to his still functional helicopter mode. “You’re good at improvising, I say let’s change the plan up a bit.” The green and yellow triplechanger lowered a rescue cable from his interior which Jazz wasted no time in grabbing hold of. The black and white counter intelligence officer then wrapped that cable around his waistline before Springer pulled back on some of the slack and hoisted him into the air.
“How’d you think he’d like something a little on the metal side of things?” Jazz asked as he produced two speaker-like devices from his shoulders and pointed them at the Fallen.
“You worry about the soundtrack, I’ll worry about avoiding whatever he throws at us!” A joyful smile etched itself on his faceplate as he shuffled through the expansive playlist Blaster has supplied him over the years before finally coming across a couple tracks he felt would be an effective foil to Magnus’ suggestion.
“Here goes something!” Jazz hollered out from beneath the green and yellow helicopter as he began to blast his Earth-based tunes from his two shoulder-mounted speakers.
((OOC:
This is the song I had in mind to be playing))
>>”Springer to Sandstorm, I’m gonna take Jazz and hopefully try and get the focus off you guys for a while. Do what you can about towing anyone back into the fight if they slip off the rock, but keep up the pressure on the Fallen. Not gonna deny you the fight you’ve been craving.”<<
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As Silverbolt lead his formation underneath the wingspan of Starscream’s seekers, he couldn’t help but stare up at the Seeker commander’s position. Not only was his bitter rivalry with the aerial forces of the Decepticons able to maintain a higher altitude, they had both squadrons release their entire payload upon the Fallen. A wasteful tactic in hindsight, but times were tough and it was the best they could have done in the situation.
"Sure sure, I got a few sonic shells left... maybe a couple of explosives." >>”Good, don’t waste those just yet.”<< Silverbolt replied over the Aerialbots private comm. Channel, >>”Stick to using your mortar cannons for the time being. That goes for the rest of you guys, if you got any spare bombs or missles from that last run, don’t use them, stick to using your alternate form of weaponry.”<<
Following in his own words, Silverbolt revealed his electrostatic discharge rifle from beneath his nosecone and locked it into placed. As he zoomed over the battlefield, his scanners took notice of the increasing number of rock-based demons the Fallen was summoning. In a moment of quick thinking, he banked off from the formation and began to open fire on the so called “Rock Lords”.
>>”Aerialbots, let Screamer and his seekers deal with the Fallen, we’ve got to help the ground pounders deal with the Fallen’s latest trick! Provide aerial cover wherever is needed, GO!”<<
Silverbolt held his breath as he rocketed over the battlefield, fearing any one of these new treats was about to take a stab at him and cause him to go crashing into the soil below. Well then, he would just have to beat them to it first! Well… Not by necessarily crashing himself into the ground for them… Locking on to the nearest Rock Lord, the Aerialbot commander began opening fire on the one that was beginning to rise up from the ground around Chromedome and Axle’s position.
“LOOK OUUUUUUUUT!!!” Silverbolt cried as he shifted into his robot mode preflight and rocketed towards the Fallen’s minion, peppering the rock-based fiend with bolts from his rifle. Chromedome looked up from his seated position as the fiend lurked forward towards him, Axle, and the unconscious Hex. It shifted its gaze up to Silverbolt as his electrostatic rifle tore holes throughout its body. The mnemosurgeon hastily picked up his own laser pistol and fired upon the minion as well, relying once again on pure instinct. The crumbling monster struggled to figure who to attack as it was pounded with multiple forms of energy from both sides before succumbing to its demise at the hand, of rather foot of Silverbolt’s crashing boot into its chest cavity. The Aerialbot commander was then sent rolling in the dirt as the last of his momentum came to a grinding halt.
“What in the pit are these things?!?” Chromedome asked as he checked up on Silverbolt’s condition.
“Dunno,” Silverbolt replied as he rose from the dirt and dusted himself off, “Just something new to shoot at I suppose.” The white and crimson warrior shifted his gaze towards the approaching Devastator coming in from the Southwest of their position. “Though at this point, the Fallen and his rocks are the least of our worries.”
“Just focus on the task at hand,” Chromedome replied as he drew his second laser pistol, “We’ve already lost enough today because he let our guard down… You still good to fight?”
“Y-Yeah of course.” Silverbolt replied as he shook away his gaze on the Constructicon combiner and back to the mnemosurgeon. “We’ve got a few heading this way!” Silverbolt exclaimed as his focus shifted towards two more rock lords lurching towards their encampment.
“Keep them as far away from Axle as you can!” Chromedome barked as he opened fire upon the Fallen’s minions.
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“RAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH” Belowed Devastator as he stomped his way towards Ayers Rock, the combined minds of all six of the Constructicons all processing the same thought; Kill the Fallen. Originally their task was to assist in the battle in any way they could, but once their minds formed into one collective procressor, only Devastation was on their mind.
Several of the rock lords came to attack Devastator at his legs, only to find their demise underneath the combiner’s massive shovel for a foot. It was like flicking androids, protoform’s play for Devastator. He bunted rock lords around, left and right, uncaring for wherever these fiends of the Fallen landed. Soon a massive wave of rock lords hellbent on bringing Devastator down swarmed the massive Constructicon, some even leaping onto various limbs and hammering away at him with their primitive clubs. Using the arm segment that was made up of Bonecrusher’s vehicle form, Devastator took swiped away at the leaping rock fiends, bringing his massive fist down upon the ground and into the oncoming wave.
“PUNY CREATURES!!” Roared the trembling mass of green and purple machinery as the primitive weapons of the rock-based minions permitted no significant damage to him. Ignoring the dull blows to his chassis, Devastator continued to lurch forward into the battle, making his presence far well known now.