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Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Sleek » Sun Mar 09, 2014 4:22 am

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“–Creator fraggin', piece of slag, damned, fraggin' frag of a thing!”

Emerging from the column of brilliant white light, Tantrum, having finished swearing just as he had been transported to the Fallen's location, stumbled around as the orbital bounce's less-than-amusing side effects gave him the gait of a Decepticon who had knocked back seven too many energon cubes. Veering left, then suddenly veering right, Tantrum cursed again, his loathing of bouncing something that made him want to smash a wall to powder or rearrange Starscream's smug facial-plate.

Sensors slowly adjusted. Internal systems recalibrated, And rows upon rows of luminous green text glided across his retinal display in a synchronised dance, offering reassurance and confirmation that Tantrum had survived the bounce and eluded injury of any kind.

Great. Now where was that bastard of a demi-god and his cowardly bunch of lackeys at? Tantrum's anger would be well spent on them, of that he had no doubt.

Noticing the sword in Rampage's grasp, Tantrum followed suit and retrieved his from a sub-space compartment. And his catalytic carbine. It never hurt to be armed to the teeth, particularly when your enemy was supposed to be nothing more than a myth and a legend.

The Predacon lumbered over to Razorclaw, where he waited for further orders.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby BigTop » Sun Mar 09, 2014 12:22 pm

Motto: "Truth resists simplicity."
Weapon: X-Ray Laser Cannon
Australia – Uluru

Krunix came out of the Bounce, taking two or three stumbling steps forward before catching himself. Damnable teleporters. He looked behind him; Krunix was sure the Duocons had been right behind him...

No matter. Krunix flipped his Visor to -active-, and began to take stock. Minimal levels of local organic (thank the Pit. that stuff was disgusting) wildlife. He could read the signatures of Vortex and Blast-Off, and was catching pings of their telemetry. Krunix was also picking up something...odd...with his scanners, in the direction past the blossoming camp. Like a scratch on an optic lens, but in his datastream...there was nothing he could do now, however.

Giving a crisp salute to Onslaught and Razorclaw as he passed, Krunix settled in to assist the Vehicons in setting up the operating base.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Ember » Tue Mar 11, 2014 10:22 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Australia – Uluru

The winds in this place were warm. Not that it mattered to this particular being. The creature, tall and covered in lingering flames, stood with his head raised and his optics shut down.

It had been some time since he had addressed his Heralds and he was curious to know how they were fairing.

Quietly Hex turned his gaze on their Master. He watched as the orange and red mech shifted slightly from foot to foot. The young bot had been lying on his stomach when he caught sight of the larger mech. Hex rested his chin on his hands and let out a low sigh. Waiting was becoming tiresome.

A pair of legs came into his peripheral vision, but he said nothing.

“You’re quivering,” the new arrival said. His perfectly accented voice only carried so far as Hex’s audios. Not getting a reaction Darkride decided to take a seat next to the Chaos vessel. “This is because you are anxious, yes?” Hex turned to look at the slim purple mech. Darkride flashed him a dashing smile.

“Anxious yes. And bored.” Hex breathed before going back to staring at their Master. Darkride placed a clawed hand on the top of Hex’s head and gave it a gentle pat. “We will get to have our fun, but only when we are told.” Hex mumbled something in audible which drew a low chuckle from the former interrogator.

The former Prime onlined his optics and cast them out over the sands. Something had changed. A broad cruel smile formed on his lips. “They’ve come,” he proclaimed.

From his spot Hex shot up nearly knocking Darkride over in the process. “They’re here! When can we…” He was quickly cut off when his Master’s hand rose. “No. We will not go to them.” He looked down at Hex and smiled warmly. “I invited them here. This is the place they will come to,” he gestured all around them. “And this is the place they will all die.”

Darkride stood up and smiled. He let his optics fall on the horizon where he believed the Cybertronians would make their appearance. “Do you think they underestimate us, Master?” He asked. The flame engulfed mech let out a humorless laugh before responding. “They underestimate everything.”

“But…” Hex looked up when he heard the Master speak and suddenly stop. “Master?” The concern from the young mech caught the fiery Prime’s attention. He reached out a hand and gently ran his fingers down his cheek. “They will not live long enough to underestimate me or my Master again. I want you…” The Fallen tore his optics from the silver mech and focused on each of his Heralds in turn. “I want all of you to tear them apart! You will show no quarter!” He looked down at the small mech before him his optics a blazing red his features twisted and cruel. “I want their corpses to fill this desert! Let their fuel stain the sands and let their screams of anguish fill the air!”

A smile formed on Hex’s and Darkride’s faces as they watched their Master become truly animated.

The Fallen removed his hand from Hex’s cheek, his demeanor softened and his vocalizer subdued. “Be patient, child. They are here and they will come. Now go. Sit with your brothers.” He smiled gently as Hex made his way toward Hardhead and Drag Strip.

Darkride had turned to leave as well when he felt a hand on his shoulder. The small slim former ‘Con turned to face the fiery bot, his head tilted to one side. “You, my Angel of Death. You will take from them their only means of survival. You will smite them from within. And they will fall.” The order was low so as to only let his black rider hear.
A small smile, almost too small to even notice, made its way to Darkride’s face. He understood the order and he would fulfill it as quickly as possible. “It shall be done, Master.”
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Foximus » Wed Mar 12, 2014 10:53 am

Motto: "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."
Weapon: Laser Rifle
Australia - Uluru

Materializing with another flash of light, Divebomb felt the rather sickening effects of the bounce technology. The grimace on his faceplate only deepened until the disorientation faded. By which point his grimace returned to the scowl that had be plastered there prior to the bounce. Scanning the area for his commander, the avian predacon sighted Razorclaw flanked by Tantrum and Rampage not far away.

Transforming, Divebomb stretched his wings out into the open air and soared over to his teammates. There was no particular need for him to fly over there, but the cyberhawk thought it pleasant to actually have room to soar about, instead of being confined to the cramped quarters of the Thanatos or Ultrax.

Divebomb abruptly halted himself in midair with a sharp flap of his wings once he was in close proximity with the others. He transformed and alighted next to them, drawing his sword in similar fashion to Tantrum and Rampage. He was a touch late, but this was due to Razorclaw's own set of conflicting orders. Divebomb had weighed the orders and decided which was more pressing. Easily done. He supposed Razorclaw would want a report.

Seeing as Headstrong's absence could be interpreted as weakness by some Decepticons, Divebomb chose not to state it aloud, but open a group communique to inform them of Headstrong's fate.

>>"Headstrong is being tended to by the medic. He will be late,"<< Divebomb stated simply.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Smokescreen85 » Sun Mar 16, 2014 12:51 pm

Motto: ""A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.""
Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Australia - Uluru

”They’ve come.”

The Fallen’s words echoed throughout Hardhead’s cranial unit as the Agent of War stood defiantly at the edge of Ayers Rock, his arms crossed over his chest plate. Numerous bounce beams descended from the skies above, depositing their travelers on the desert plain approximately one mile away. The veteran soldier did not flinch nor would he even if he had still been an Autobot. Instead, the green herald allowed a half smile to form on his visage as he knew the time to eradicate the Cybertronian race was coming closer and closer to fruition. He remained patient, however, knowing that his master would be the one to give the go-ahead to begin.

Some, of course, were more eager to get started than others. Hex being one, but also Drag Strip. “Who’s out there? Can you see?” The former Stunticon hurried to Hardhead’s side and peered out into the distance, hoping to catch a glimpse of specific individuals.

“It appears that only the Decepticons have come...” Hardhead replied in a loud enough tone so that not only could Drag Strip hear him but the other heralds, as well. “...for now.”

“The Autobots are cowards!” The Agent of Pestilence proclaimed, his excitement diminished a bit at the thought of only one side being present on the battlefield.

“Nonsense,” Hardhead retorted, glaring down at the smaller yellow herald. “The Autobots will be here soon. Trust me. They will not hesitate to attempt a rescue of myself, Hex and even Hot Rod. They care far too much. They will fail, of course, but watching them try and die will be worthwhile. Heh.”

“Yeah, silly me,” the former Stunticon conceded. “But are you able to see anyone in particular? Is Motormaster out there?”

Hardhead chuckled, returning his gaze to the horizon that was filling up with more and more ‘Cons with each passing astrosecond. “It doesn’t matter. Your former commander will come and he will die just like the rest. He cannot escape his fate. Remember to remain focused on the true goal here. Do that and retribution will come naturally. Understand, my vengeful little friend?”

“Yes,” Drag Strip responded before both he and the Agent of War turned their attention to the Fallen as their master declared that he wanted the Cybertronians to be torn apart, their corpses to litter the desert and their energon to stain the very sands beneath them. Hardhead remained silent as the former Stunticon began to hop in place in anticipation. The green warrior placed a calming hand on Drag’s shoulder plate while Hex moved towards them.

“Patience,” Hardhead said to both smaller mechs. “Once the Autobots arrive both sides will ultimately unite against us and then they will come to their respective deaths. We must only wait for the inevitable to happen. It will be soon. I promise.”
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Razorclaw listened intently to Onslaught’s report as more Decepticons appeared via orbital bounce. His own Predacons were now on scene, save for Headstrong, who was apparently still be tended to in the repair bay on board the Thanatos. It would have to suffice for now. Hopefully, his unit would be whole again by the time the battle against the Fallen began. Until then they needed to prepare for not only the fight to come but for the arrival of the Autobots.

The Predacon lord studied the topographical readings provided to him by the Combaticon Commander. Once again, Onslaught and his squad did not disappoint. Unfortunately, the readings gathered were less than favorable as there were few places to take cover if necessary. “Excellent work, Commander Onslaught. The information you gathered is exactly what we needed. The endless flat terrain that surrounds us will be problematic as we will be largely exposed. What makes matters even worse is that the Fallen and his heralds have the high ground. Normally, I would not be so overly concerned considering we are only dealing with five mechs. However, as we have already witnessed, these are no ordinary mechs. There is something supernatural afoot here and we must be prepared as best we can.”

Razorclaw then turned his attention to the make-shift base camp that had been established thus far, allowing his optics to glance slowly over everyone present. “Hear me, Decepticons! We must begin to expand beyond this encampment and secure a perimeter around Ayers Rock at a distance of one Earth mile. Along the perimeter we need to carve out trenches in the ground and erect sand dunes that will provide us will some form of cover against our enemy. The vehicons can handle those tasks while the rest of you take your positions around the perimeter. We will then wait for the Autobots to arrive, but if they do not present themselves soon we will have to take matters into our own hands. Let me make this perfectly clear! No one fires a shot until I give the order! Is that understood?”

The Supreme Leader of the Decepticons then regarded the newly arrived aerial Predacon with an understanding nod. “Divebomb, I want you to take to the air and observe Ayers Rock from a distance. I want a visual confirmation of the Fallen and his heralds. Those eagle eyes of yours should be able to accomplish that task without placing yourself in harm’s way. Once you see them, keep a close optic on their every movement and keep me up to date at regular intervals. Understand?” Without hesitation, Razorclaw shifted his focus towards the other two members of his squad. “Tantrum, make sure everyone is fully fueled and then man the perimeter. Rampage, I want you to also take up a position along the permitter with the others. However, keep a close optic on Shockwave’s old supporters. Let me know if you see or hear anything that would compromise this mission. The last thing we need is anyone ignoring their duties or abandoning their posts. Got it?”

With his orders given, Razorclaw transmitted a signal to the vehicons to begin their work of digging trenches and building dunes. As the numerous drones spread out around the perimeter, the Predacon lord returned his attention to the Combaticon leader. “I see that Starscream has still not arrived planet side, nor has Sixshot revealed himself to us yet. Whatever those two may be planning could jeopardize this offensive if they decide to make any kind of move against me before the Fallen is defeated. Therefore, Commander Onslaught, I leave it in your capable hands to keep an optic on them once they do finally appear as I will be busy securing an alliance with the Autobots and dealing with an irate demigod. I’m certain you can handle that, yes?”
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Sleek » Mon Mar 17, 2014 4:02 am

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“Yeah, all right. I'll do that.”

Tantrum didn't bother to salute Razorclaw as he accepted his leader's order. He rarely did. Yes, Razorclaw was the big boss now and, yes, his fancy position warranted such respect, but whatever. He had always been loyal to Razorclaw, and that loyalty would neither deteriorate nor be transferred to another Decepticon any time soon. Millions of years as serving as the Predacon's subordinate attested to that.

Besides, Razorclaw didn't seem to give a slag, anyway. As far as he knew.

Leaving the supreme commander to focus on more important tasks, Tantrum opened two channels on his comm-link to his team-mates. >>Divebomb. Rampage. If either of you need fuel, then hurry up and get over to me.”<<

Predacons came first. No matter how much they irked him, and made him want to slog them one, they still came first. He would never admit it – because his anger, his constant companion, did not let him feel anything other than more anger – but having belonged to the same unit for such a lengthy span, the impression of a bond was there. Probably. It was hard to tell, for the most part.

But enough about that sentimental garbage, that weak, soppy excrement.

Scanning the makeshift base camp, and conducting a quick count of the Decepticons present, Tantrum shouted, “Hey, aftholes! If you want fuel, come and get it while I still have it!”

As he was saying this, a figure, caught at the edge of his vision, stole his attention. A Decepticon who functioned as a fueller like him.

“Or, if it's easier,” Tantrum said, his tone laced with bitterness, “you can all ask Octane nicely for a top up. I couldn't care less what you do.”

Unwilling to spare even a drop of fuel unless the poor soul begged and pleaded and praised the sadist, Octane was a selfish and delusional piece of scrap. Maybe Tantrum shouldn't have brought his name into it, but boo-fragging-hoo. If the Triple Changer wanted to talk about how he was a waste of spare parts, then Tantrum would be happy to, provided Octane appreciated answers with his fists.

Returning his carbine back to its sub-space compartment but keeping his sword firmly clutched in his right actuator, Tantrum stood where he was, unmoving, and waited for those who required the precious liquid to seek him out. As if he would go to them like a little servant droid.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Insidious » Mon Mar 17, 2014 4:14 am

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
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Rampage noted that Tantrum was here, obviously, and now Divebomb. It was all too clear who was falling to the bottom of the Predacon food chain. And now that their commander was the supreme commander of all the Decepticons, that chain of dominance in the pack mattered all the more. Rampage was comfortable with his own place, to say the least, even if he would have to bare his fangs a little more just to ensure it was secure.

"Rampage, I want you to also take up a position along the permitter with the others. However, keep a close optic on Shockwave’s old supporters. Let me know if you see or hear anything that would compromise this mission. The last thing we need is anyone ignoring their duties or abandoning their posts. Got it?"

"Got it," Rampage said, nodding, sword still in hand as he rapped it against one of the passing Vehicons as they set about to carrying out their new orders. "Move, you rattletraps. I don't need to be getting shot by magic blasts of Primus-dust, or whatever the slag the Fallen uses as a weapon!"

>>"Divebomb. Rampage. If either of you need fuel, then hurry up and get over to me."<<

Rampage moved out, just as other Decepticons were beginning to do, eager to find his own unique position in what would soon be the incoming assault.

>>"I'm full. Ready to hunt,"<< Rampage commed back. He was still charged up from his time on the Thanatos. Overcharged actually. The brawl with Weirdwolf had only left him wanting more. And he had no doubts that he was about to have his bloodlust satisfied. >>"Bring on the primordial slagger already."<<
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Mazinman » Mon Mar 17, 2014 1:07 pm

Australia–-Uluru

Shadowing had never been fond of bounce technology. He had always enjoyed touching down on a surface on some sort of vessel mostly due to the control he felt he had over it and the ability to get a good birds eye view of the area. All he got out of bounce technology was a headache as his internal systems compensated for a suddenly new environment.

He looked around the desolate area around them. This place looked like his head felt at the moment. Still there was no time to waste. He reached for the datapad and the portable dish he had taken and began to input in commands to establish a secure communication line to Shockwave.

"This location stinks of an ambush site Flamewar." Shadowing spoke as he worked. "Just scorched earth. No real location for cover."
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby sumowrestler » Mon Mar 17, 2014 3:17 pm

Weapon: Saber Blade
Australia–-Uluru

Battletrap materialized from the bounce and almost lost his footing. Unlike the rest of the Cons, the Duocons have two pieces to make sure they are stabilized. Once he felt comfortable with himself, Battletrap walked up to Shadowing.

"We now wait for Razorclaw say we fight? Should us Duocons split now into our two forms? What will Flamewar do?"

Battletrap then overheard the announcement from Tantrum about fueling up. Battletrap checked his supply and both halves were at peak levels. The idea of getting fuel from either the Predacon or triple changer bothered Battletrap anyways. He didn't like the beast mode Cons and it was Razorclaw who damaged Shockwave. Then there is the triple changers who Battletrap saw as direct competition for Shockwave's attention.

"Maybe should have brought shuttle instead with supplies. We might need something more later."

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Octane heard the jest from Tantrum. If that Predacon would think he would give others energon then the Cons better be running on fumes and have something to offer. Too often the triple changers were used as tools instead of given the respect they deserved. If they ever got respect, it would come from the likes of Shockwave or Megatron. Okay, maybe respect would be a bit much from Megatron and Shockwave probably wouldn't know how to give respect even to one of his better creations.

"Fuel? Are you saying you are incapable of supplying this entire group, Tantrum? Here I thought the Predacons came prepared for everything. I also thought our new great leader said to get everything we needed or wanted before bouncing down here which includes fuel. It isn't my fault some poor mech was in too much of a hurry to fuel up. Those who run short can still serve in their own way. One never knows when they need an emergency shield or a make shift projectile. If you can't supply everyone and if our new supreme leader would be so considerate to remember the contributions of the Triple changers, then I might be willing to part with what little fuel I can spare."
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Foximus » Mon Mar 17, 2014 10:04 pm

Motto: "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."
Weapon: Laser Rifle
Australia - Uluru

"Divebomb, I want you to take to the air and observe Ayers Rock from a distance. I want a visual confirmation of the Fallen and his heralds. Those eagle eyes of yours should be able to accomplish that task without placing yourself in harm’s way. Once you see them, keep a close optic on their every movement and keep me up to date at regular intervals. Understand?"

"Understood," Divebomb replied with a curt nod. Without a moment's hesitation, the aerial Predacon leaped skyward and transformed, taking wing. He ascended in slow, lazy circles, flapping his wings at regular intervals to attain lift. As he did so, Divebomb felt a familiar sensation begin to permeate his being: elation. Despite the risk involved and the stakes of this particular struggle, nothing fired Divebomb's circuits more than the thrill of battle.

Divebomb would never shy away from a good all-out assault. He was quite anxious to get this battle going in fact, but he would obey Razorclaw's directives and only perform reconnaissance. As much as it dampened his joy. This battle was one to be savored. He could wait a while longer for it to begin.

>>"Divebomb. Rampage. If either of you need fuel, then hurry up and get over to me."<<

The aerial Predacon heard Rampage's gruff reply and decided to throw in his thoughts. >>"I'm full as well. Can't wait to get a look at our prey. Stand-by."<<

Having ascended to a height where he would merely be a silhouetted shape in the sky to any onlookers, Divebomb changed his trajectory and angled himself toward Ayer's Rock. Tilting his gaze downward, Divebomb's optics scanned it for the Fallen and his heralds. After reaching the one mile radius, Divebomb circled the circumference of the no man's land searching for a visual of their foe.

>>"I don't see them Razorclaw...Do I have your permission to get a little closer?"<<
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In a flash of white light, Flamewar materialized in the hot acrid climate of the Australian outback. She felt the effects of the bounce orientation - always slightly sickening - but showed no outward expression of it. She merely stood in place until they faded, which was fairly swiftly. The black and red femme glanced about at her surroundings, spying Warwolf swiftly, as well as Razorclaw who was surrounded by his legion of followers. Of the those present, Starscream was conspicuously absent. The black operative wouldn't put it past the treacherous seeker to capitalize on their absence. Fortunately, Shockwave was still present there...injured though he was.

Flamewar considered Razorclaw, noting the vehicons moving about to achieve some kind of task. It seemed he had begun the preparations. Still...Working with the Autobots...how detestable. Still. Better to wait for them to arrive to begin rather than have them appear with a weakened Decepticon army and a - hopefully - weakened enemy. Flamewar would expect the Autobots to capitalize on such an opportunity. The question did remain of how the Autobots would be treated after said encounter with the Fallen and his followers.

"This location stinks of an ambush site Flamewar." Shadowing said, catching Flamewar's attention. "Just scorched earth. No real location for cover."

"It seems Razorclaw is planning to rectify the issue of cover. But, of course. It's a trap. We were invited here after all. For our extinction. Only time will tell if it truly is the day of our reckoning."

"We now wait for Razorclaw say we fight? Should us Duocons split now into our two forms? What will Flamewar do?"

She glanced over to Battletrap - who was spouting some inane prattle in butchered Neo Cybex - and Flywheels, giving the latter a hint of a smile - an automated reaction now that she had decided her course of action with him. "Battletrap, help Shadowing however you can, but be sure to follow Razorclaw's orders as well. He appears to have the Decepticons' best interests at spark for the moment. Flywheels," Flamewar said turning to the Duocon, "You may come with me or stay an assist Shadowing. Your choice."

It wasn't really a choice. Just the presentation of one. It helped many believe that they were making their own decisions. Though even if Flywheels defied her expectations, it didn't matter much to her. She began walking toward Razorclaw. There were a few things like the current situation and orders that she would like to get clarified. As well as make an improved impression, seeing as her judgment had been clouded in their prior encounter.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Mazinman » Wed Mar 19, 2014 12:41 am

Australia - Uluru

Shadowing saw Flamewar walk away to make her way towards Razorclaw and could not help but notice a form that could only be Divebomb scouting the area. "Not a good sign." He thought and went back to work.

"Battletrap, take this portable dish and secure it to the ground a small distance away. Also see if you can camouflage it with anything you can find that will not interfere with it."

Shadowing handed the dish to Battletrap and gave him a serious look.

"Do not damage it. This is very important to our survival."
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Sleek » Fri Mar 21, 2014 8:23 am

Motto: "Strike hard, fast, and without compunction."
Weapon: Razor Tipped Wing Swords
Australia – Uluru

Orbital bouncing. There existed no more effective method of travelling to an intended location. The problem, however, with bouncing was not so much the inaccuracy – even if you landed a few megamiles from where you were supposed to – but rather the circuit scrambling troubles they gave you after the teleporting had been completed.

What made it worse was the fact that Flywheels suffered from the bounces while Scarab did not. His brother didn't have the robotic form when they were whole, so to a large degree Scarab was sheltered from the effects of bouncing, but he acted as though he'd been granted immunity to them. There was never any trembling evident in his tone or lethargic rhythm to his speech when Scarab spoke.

Truth be told, Flywheels was jealous of Scarab in that respect. And who wouldn't be? All straight and sober after a bounce? Well, colour him green and call him envious.

Recovering from his disorientation, Flywheels allowed his gaze to drift from left to right as he took in the makeshift base camp. Busy with physical tasks, the Vehi–

Battle, yes? Battle now?

“No, not yet,” Flywheels said, irritation colouring his tone.

But I hunger for battle.

Back to this again.

I hunger for battle, brother.

Flywheels sighed. He hoped the sound's dramatic length indicated his dislike of Scarab's whining. “Just can it and be quiet.”

I hunger for battle, brother.

"Flywheels," Flamewar said turning to the Duocon, "You may come with me or stay an assist Shadowing. Your choice.”

Flywheels looked at Flamewar and smiled as she favoured (Favoured? That's wishful thinking, dear brother. And, yes, I can read your central processor. You know this...) him with a slight yet sweet smile of her own. She had presented him with options, though the Duocon only needed half a microsecond to decide on which option appealed to him more. Help Shadowing? Yeah right.

“I'm with you. Definitely with you.” That might have come across as weird, so he added, “Uh, professionally speaking, of course.”

A brilliant save, and another crisis averted.

Flywheels slapped Battletrap on the back. “Don't have too much fun without me, B.T..” He laughed. “Sorry, sorry. Couldn't resist.”

Giving Battletrap a final friendly slap, Flywheels left his fellow Duocon, and accompanied Flamewar as she made her way over to Razorclaw.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Henry921 » Sat Mar 22, 2014 4:40 am

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Misfire recovered from the jump quickly enough. Unlike most of his comrades, he spent a good chunk of his time jumping through slip space while delivering cargo and scrap from Cybertron, so he was used to the disorientation. Once his HUD was back to full operation, however, he had a less pleasant view.

The Decepticons jumping alongside Flamewar were slower to react than he was, but he didn't much care for the environment. They stood on an elevated rock overlooking nothing but barren sand and rock: a hill surrounded by desert. He thought Earth was supposed to be full of water; it looked blue enough from orbit. Should've called the place dirt. Planet dirt.

He glanced at his various comrades, Flywheels, Shadowing, Battletrap... he listened to Flamewar's instructions and her subordinates following them or striking out on their own. He was only too happy to stand still and wait for orders or -even better- be totally forgotten so he could avoid joining them on their suicide mission.

Then again, staring at the ugly planet's ugly scenery wasn't doing much for him. He was getting bored, and when he got bored he got jumpy and when he got jumpy he started talking, which was a surefire way to get some attention. Very negative attention. Very "move to the front line and engage the enemy" attention.

So he tried desperately to turn his thoughts elsewhere... he didn't see Starscream anywhere... who knew what that guy was up to. And Flamewar... what did she have in mind for him?

His cowardice was at war with his boredom. Neither result was a positive one.

So he hoped for... the less bad result.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Devastron » Sat Mar 22, 2014 10:35 am

Weapon: Energo-Sword
Australia – Uluru

A pillar of light struck the ground amongst the gathered Decepticons, retracting back into the sky to reveal Soundwave. The Decepticon remained motionless for a few seconds to allow the disorientation to of the bounce to fade away. Once that was done he stepped forward, scanning his surroundings both visually and with his array of scanners and telepathic abilities.

Soundwave could see the Decepticons, some milling about while others quickly moved to fulfill orders. On his sensors he could see their power output, the glows coming from powered up and ready energy systems as they were all prepared for battle. With his telepathic sense he could taste the mood in the air, fear, mixed with anger from the more brutish Decpeticons. and a calm, collected detachment from some of the more professional soldiers. It seemed liked Razorclaw had control of the situation, for now at least. Time would tell how well that control would last when he would be directing all of them, not just his Predacons, in a protracted battle.

“Rumble, Frenzy, Ravage, Laserbeak, eject. Operation: Battle Preperation.”

The named cassettes leapt out of Soundwave’s chest, each transforming in mid-air. Rumble and Frenzy landed next to each other, taking in their surroundings. Laserbeak circled the air above for a few seconds before landing on Soundwave’s shoulder. Ravage landed directly in front of Soundwave, his head lifted up as he sniffed the air.

“I don’t like this boss. It looks like a trap. It smells like a trap. It feels like a trap.” The saboteur glanced around at the mostly desolate landscape. “No cover or shadows either. Feels like a perfect place for a god or whatever to smite us all.”

“He is not a god,” Soundwave replied in his typical monotone voice.

Laserbeak shifted on his shoulder. “We’d better hope he isn’t or we are all just walking corpses now.” The bird was not terribly comfortable or happy about being part of the coming battle. Direct combat had never been his specialty or something he felt comfortable with.

“We will fight and we will be victorious.” Soundwave’s replied as if stating a fact. Laserbeak shifted again but said nothing while Ravage turned to continue examining the area in preparation for the battle to come. Frenzy and Rumble, oblivious to the conversation, were busy shoving each other in some sort of argument or test of strength. It was their typical bickering and everyone ignored it unless it spilled out to others.

The communication specialist turned to examine the various Decepticons who had already arrived. He noticed one setting up some sort of portable dish and communication system, something that would be unnecessary with his presence. He would have to monitor communications from that dish if it was used. He did not like information flowing from Decepticon to Decepticon without his knowledge. The Decepticon located Razorclaw and walked over to the Predacon leader. “Reporting as ordered.”

*

Oil Slick had arrived with one of the earlier groups of Decepticons. He had not particular specialties in battlefield preparation of planning, nor did he hold any sort of rank. As such he merely attempted to stay out of the way of busier and more important Decepticons moving about. He was happy to be ignored as he had little use for socializing or interacting with the vast majority of fellow Decepticons.

One of the few Decepticons he had interacted with in the past was supposedly under the thrall now of this Fallen. He wouldn’t count Darkride as a friend, friendship was a concept he was only familiar with and not one he felt himself. He had been an acquaintance, a coworker. It was unfortunate that he had fallen under the sway of this creature, but Oil Slick would not hesitate to use lethal force on him. The Fallen and his group were set to eliminate them all and while he wasn’t a warrior by function he was a highly capable one when it was required of him.

As the chemist waited for further orders or for the battle itself to start he checked on his various chemical and fluid levels. He had made sure to top off on some of his more potent weapons before deploying. If the Fallen was as powerful as he appeared to be it would require the use of his most caustic and damaging chemicals in his arsenal.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby sumowrestler » Sat Mar 22, 2014 4:18 pm

Weapon: Saber Blade
Australia – Uluru

Battletrap looked at the object being given to him by Shadowing. He moved it around and tried to get the best look he could.

"Secure dish in safe location."

As he was looking around, he seen a possible location and then caught the sight of Soundwave bounced down.

"Soundwave is here. Would he help or hurt our cause?"

Battletrap walked over to the small outcropping of rocks he spotted earlier. He set the dish in the middle of them and angled the dish upwards. He wasn't quite sure what exactly it was designed for but usually such dishes were for transmitting data. After he was satisfied with position, he walked back to Shadowing.

"Dish is set. Hope it does the job. What is grand plan against Fallen?"
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Insidious » Fri Mar 28, 2014 3:08 am

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Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Australia–-Uluru

Astrotrain felt that he had moved far enough from the main grouping of Decepticons to do what he needed to do. It seemed he walked right from one problem into another ever since he had started gallivanting around with that cursed little bug. And that happened because he and Blitzwing had been so bored working alongside the Constructicons. Well, slag on all of it. Astrotrain was never going to complain about being bored again.

A series of metallic panels shifted, allowing Astrotrain to dump the small human out in to his hand. He held its shirt and lowered it to the ground. The smell that hit his olfactory sensors from inside the cavity where he had been keeping the human for the past few breems did not smell especially pleasant.

He flushed his insides with some pressurized steam and looked down at the fleshling as it lay on the ground, holding its stomach.

"Wha-?" it grumbled before Astrotrain cut him off.

"Just shut up. I took you with me because, well, because you compromised our mission. A mission I wanted no part of anyway, but I'm certainly not taking the fall for Waspinator's stupidity. So, that meant kill you then and there or..."

Astrotrain looked back over his shoulder a moment before looking back at the human.

"...this. Turns out, though, this might not be much better. We're about to fight something nasty. And if I left you inside that chamber, you'd probably be dead anyway, so I'm leaving you here...for now...until I figure out what to do with you. You might want to put some more distance between you and the battle that's about to go down."

Astrotrain knelt down, looking at the frightened human male child that could barely speak in his presence. Good. That was how it should be. But even so, a little insurance was necessary.

"You're in the middle of nowhere. You try to run for good and you die. On the off chance you get away, I will hunt down you and everyone you care about," Astrotrain said, his hollowed, metallic voice making the direct threat all the more frightening, especially to a native creature that had never encountered their kind before.

"Nod if you understand," Astrotrain said, his steely optics scanning everything about the human. After a few tense moments, it nodded, tears streaming down the sides of its face. Astrotrain slowly rose back to his full height. "Good."

Giving the human one more appraising look as if to decide if he was still worth the risk he was taking, Astrotrain let out a slight sigh and began the trek back towards his fellow Decepticons. He did not want to be out of their new Supreme Commander's sight for long, especially when the stakes were so high.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Marcus Rush » Mon Mar 31, 2014 12:08 am

Weapon: Automatic Acid-Pellet Gun
Shuttle Longevity: Bridge

Ultra Magnus stood to the left behind the command well and faced forward as his optics absorbed the active tactical readings from topographical data recorded by the shuttle's sensors to the historical data that continued to filter through the ship's primary computer, pulled directly from the human's vast information networks. While it offered only glimpses of reliable data, at least reliable enough that Magnus deemed worthy of memory, it was more to fill in gaps and potentially offer some added unforeseen advantage that had not been previously detected. Some battle in the distant past could have portrayed a deeper tactical element. Unfortunately, as Magnus continued to frown and tap his index finger impatiently against the command chair where Scoop was still seated, human history held no record of a battle ever being fought at the points in question.

"Estimated time to Point K?" Scoop asked, as Magnus had yet to relieve him from his position. Prowl to his right and Magnus to the left, the Supreme Commander spared a brief sense of sympathy for the infantryman. Not necessarily used to command of this nature and probably better suited for combat strategy in the thick of battle, at least the orange construction former definitely handled his situation well. And it afforded Ultra Magnus time to focus on the coming battle. He knew full well that the current assignments were tentative at best.

"A hundred astro seconds since the last time I was forced to answer that question... Sir," Slingshot bit back almost unintentionally. His personally every bit as abrasive as it had been since the flier had boarded the Longevity. Ultra Magnus reminded himself to ask Silverbolt about the mood of his team at a more peaceful opportunity. Magnus pivoted from the main view screen and pulled up the auxiliary science station monitor. He called up the combat roster for the Serenity and the Longevity.

"Slingshot, I recommend that given the current occupancy of the bridge a more appropriate response would be more advisable." A rather impressive display of self control, one Magnus took in stride. It was well known throughout the cosmos of Scoop's ability to keep a cool head under even the most dire of circumstances. An aggravated Aerialbot was nothing in comparison to a full raid of Combaticons without hope of reinforcements.

"Tisk," the Aerialbot's digits flew across the helm's controls and pulled up a navigational beacon. "Fine. If you want terrestrial time ten minutes thirty two point seven seven two zero seconds. Specific enough? Geez my talents are wasted on this menial task. I swear, you put me within ten kilometers of this Fallen guy and I'll have us back onboard 22 sipping high grade and enjoying feeds of Tresna IV."

Magnus looked back towards the pilot. "Slingshot, as effective a solution as that may prove, putting a smoking hole in the temple plate of Hot Rod or the other Autobots is an unacceptable outcome to our operation." The stern voice of the mission commander snapped the flier to attention at his position. A weak acknowledgement soon followed before he slouched back into his chair. With the banter quashed for the most part, Ultra Magnus continued to commit to memory each facet of design detail for each Autobot assigned to the operation. "Scoop keep our course in exactly five minutes, go to Red Alert."

"Of course Commander." Scoop nodded as Magnus exited the bridge towards the passenger cabin. As soon as the hatch doors closed behind the hulking mass of power and weaponry, Scoop looked over his shoulder towards Prowl. His spoke no words but his expression spoke volumes enough. The simple question, 'He's worried, isn't he?' needed no words and it required no answer because he knew from eons of experience that whatever truth there was it would not change things as they were presented.

Shuttle Longevity: Passenger Cabin

Ultra Magnus stepped out into the cabin and returned to the two gathered medical officers. He stopped close to Ratchet and Axle, keeping their circle of confidence close and secure. He did not like the idea of small strike teams going after these more powerful versions of already potent soldiers, particularly with regards to Hardhead. He was probably the biggest threat of the four heralds thralls. Firepower, endurance, armor and physical strength placed him high on the standard metrics. Smokescreen, Howlstrike and Blindside typically did not match up well against those advantages. What they brought to the table however was speed, agility and an affinity for quick wit and reaction. If Warpath had not still been recovering from their brief skirmish in the north eastern peninsula of the Asian continent, Magnus would not have spared a second thought to assign a fourth member of the assault team.

"You are aware of the first diversionary roster. Nova Strike will serve as the primary support operative on the ground should it be required." His voice was low to bring the two doctors up to speed. "Axle, your task for challenging Hex, are you sure about... no of course you are. It is too late to back out of this movement now as the symphony is gathering."

It was a brief pause as he considered what to do next. "I am confident in your abilities Axle, as I am sure Ratchet is as well. However, I have seen these possessed first hand and I am reluctant to dispatch you alone against one of them. Even if it is Hex a who underneath this invasive programming may still be a friend. Tactically it is an unsound approach. Therefore I want you to take two combat escorts with you when you make your run. Blurr, Bluestreak, Sideswipe, and Chromedome are onboard the Serenity. Choose among them if you wish or pull from those onboard the Longevity."
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Nova Strike did not pay much attention to the comings and goings of the officers onboard the shuttle craft. He was a platoon leader, battle hardened and focused. A well honed machine tempered in flame and forged from the deepest pits of Cybertron itself... Unflappable in the face of danger. These were descriptions applied to the ranger through out most of his military career. He had to be the unapproachable rock in battle, to inspire the most out of those who were around him in order for them to survive and achieve victory. But the truth...

The Ranger forced the thought from his processor. The truth never helped anyone before a major operation. He had seen the orbital bombardment of at least two dozen worlds including his own homeland of Nova Cronum. The destruction of countless lives, be they organic or cybertronic... so that did not rattle him. The mystic legends that surrounded this operation was not entirely unheard of either. But what bothered him was, well he could not necessarily put an actuator on it. Fighting something other than Decepticons was one thing, fighting that one thing along side the scrapherding piston sloggers was something else entirely.

Subconsciously the two holsters, one on each hip, opened at their hinges and exposed his two identical heavy blasters. He pulled the first one out of the right holster and disconnected its charging cable from the internal ports to the ammunition battery. The cable retracted back into its protective case inside the gun's resting space. He swung the weapon around twice to check its balance before he returned it to its safe harness. The process was repeated with the second. Both weapons were immediately entered into a diagnostic sequence that lasted a fraction of a second.

He stood up from his seat and allowed the holsters to cycle close. The surroundings of the cabin immediately darkened into a cloak of crimson and a blaring klaxon began to pierce the quiet murmurs. Nova looked back towards Magnus and the coven of medics as they discussed tactics or whatever, he really did not care to delve deeper into it. Their plans most likely did not involve him out right. According to Magnus, he was going to be on the front line until someone needed rescue. The thought of that role sat bitterly with him. Not that he did not desire to protect those who shared the same sigil and philosophy as he did. But it was the thought that they could not handle a possessed Hardhead berserker by themselves.

Magnus cut the klaxon but left the cabin bathed in the crimson hue. "Alright Autobots, we're nearing our location... two minutes till touch down. Gather your materials immediately and prepare for deployment." Magnus's voice echoed through the small chamber. The cool calm and collected tone served to dissolve the unwanted caution about where the allied rifles would be pointed. Even if the Decepticons decided to betray their true savage nature, they would be fools to attempt it until after the Fallen was beaten back to whatever oblivion from whence it came.

Nova Strike approached the cargo ramp and waited at its top. A sliver of light assailed the crease in the seals as the ramp began to descend while the shuttle dove closer to the surface. Yellow orange sand raced with specks of green vegetation and the occasional red sand stone rock as the cargo ramp opened even wider. The scene began to slow as the gangplank began to lock into place.
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Uluru: Point K

Dust billowed from the hydraulic landing struts as they skidded across the sun baked earth. Some wild weeds were dislodged and torn from the roots into a pile that surrounded the forward shoes of each strut. Ionized gases slowly coiled from coolant vents and exhaust ports as the primary engines of the shuttle Longevity went into standby modes. The gang plank pushed into the cracked ground and held firm from the belly of the red and black vessel. Automated gun ports flared to life and began to search the skies and the ground for possible hostile forces.

From the ever expanding cloud of mist, vapors and dust shadows began to emerge. Each one brisling with firepower and determination. Before them the massive red sentinel of Uluru Monument Park. To their flank a horde of Cybertronians chomping at the bit for battle. The Autobots had arrived.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Insidious » Mon Mar 31, 2014 2:04 am

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Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Australia--Uluru

Onslaught nodded at Razorclaw's assessment of the topographical information that he had provided. That was largely the same conclusion that Onslaught had come to, and he had never taken the Predacon Commander for one who needed his opinions to be needlessly echoed in order to be validated.

When Razorclaw began dispensing orders to the assembled warforce, Onslaught did not make any suggestion to the members of his own unit. His unit was Razorclaw's unit. Their empire was now the Decepticon empire, the one that he had aided the Predacon in winning. No member of the Combaticons would question Razorclaw's orders any more than if they had come from Onslaught's own vocalizer.

After his initial set of orders had been fully dispensed, Razorclaw returned his attention to the Combaticon Commander. Onslaught stood rigidly at attention ready to process whatever phase would come next.

“I see that Starscream has still not arrived planet side, nor has Sixshot revealed himself to us yet. Whatever those two may be planning could jeopardize this offensive if they decide to make any kind of move against me before the Fallen is defeated. Therefore, Commander Onslaught, I leave it in your capable hands to keep an optic on them once they do finally appear as I will be busy securing an alliance with the Autobots and dealing with an irate demigod. I’m certain you can handle that, yes?"

"Surely, my lord-" Onslaught questioned, before stopping himself. He had thought he would be at Razorclaw's side, leading the charge against the Fallen, not spying on some craven, would-be overlord and, almost inarguably, the most destructive single Decepticon to cross this sector of the galaxy apart from Megatron himself. Onslaught felt himself up to the task of carrying out nearly any mission, but if Sixshot should indeed prove to be a wilder card than even he or Razorclaw guessed he was not sure that there would be anything under Primus' creation that he could do to thwart him. Even so, an order was an order, and once it was given Onslaught was not a mech to question it. He would keep an eye on him, but that would be nearly all he could do if Sixshot's motivations for being here were less than honorable.

"It will be done, my lord," Onslaught said, not giving voice to any of his internal misgivings. He did not have to dwell on the matter for long. While other Decepticons set themselves to the tasks that had been appointed to them by their new Supreme Commander, Onslaught's attention was soon drawn to a new arrival, and a significant one at that. He was pleased to see that the Autobots had confirmed his earlier counsel to Razorclaw and had not avoided this threat and buried their heads in the sand.

"Took them long enough," Onslaught said evenly, watching the shuttle as it landed.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Foximus » Wed Apr 02, 2014 9:42 am

Motto: "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."
Weapon: Laser Rifle
Australia - Uluru

Flamewar approached Razorclaw and Onslaught just as the Autobot shuttle touched down. She gave it a perfunctory glance before directing her gaze back to Razorclaw. It was about time the Autobots arrived, her sentiments echoing Onslaught's comment as the combaticon commander noted their arrival. As she reached Razorclaw, she snapped off a sharp field salute, slamming her fist into the place over her spark. Inclining her head with deference to the new Decepticon supreme commander, Flamewar began to speak.

"My lord," she said without any trace of venom or sarcasm in her voice, "My deepest apologies for my earlier rudeness. I had not yet come to terms with our former master's passing." Lifting her head up and relaxing from his crisp salute, Flamewar continued, "I'll keep this short since the Autobots have just arrived. Shockwave offers his full cooperation in this endeavor because your goals and his coincide. As long as they continue to do so, I suspect you'll have no problems from him. You also have the support of his men-" Flamewar glanced over to Flywheels, whom she had brought along for the express purpose of adding credibility to her statements in regards to Shockwave, "Isn't that right, Flywheels?"

Pausing for a moment for Flywheels to say something validating her claims - she figured that he would agree to mostly anything she said - Flamewar cast her optics around the battlefield, assessing who was and was not there. There happened to be a noticeable lack of Starscream. Flamewar scowled a little. While not entirely unexpected, she had rather hoped that the threat of his imminent demise should both the Decepticons and Autobots fall would have been incentive enough to avoid his scheming.

"Starscream is absent..." Flamewar said more to herself than anyone else as she directed her gaze back to Razorclaw, "Shockwave is still aboard the Thanatos tending to his injuries. He should be able to keep Starscream out of the systems if that treacherous seeker decides to meddle by tempering with them. Still, my lord, be wary. I suspect that Starscream has one more card left to play."

Yes...she recalled it now. Starscream had been in the hangar when Razorclaw had claimed victory, yet he had been unmarred by the scars of battle. His expression had been relatively calm if not smug. Honestly, Starscream's calm probably required some degree of smugness. He was plotting something. She cast another glance at the Autobot shuttle. Flamewar could do little at this point but hope he did not broadcast the weakness and instability of Decepticons at the moment by making some ill-advised ploy for power in front of the Autobots. That would only give their temporary allies more morale in the face of losing Optimus Prime.

"I have suggestions on how to manage Starscream in the coming cycles, but I withhold them for the moment if that pleases you, my lord," she said with another salute, "Do you have any orders for me or Shockwave's men?"
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Foximus » Wed Apr 02, 2014 11:16 am

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Weapon: Laser Rifle
Transmission from Shuttle Serenity to Shuttle Longevity

>>"Yo, this is Shuttle Serenity shouting out to the folks on the Longevity! Anybody read me? We're gonna make a detour to Detroit to pick up 'Cee and her crew for added reinforcements. Copy?"<<
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Foximus » Wed Apr 02, 2014 3:04 pm

Motto: "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."
Weapon: Laser Rifle
Australia - Uluru

Letting Howlstrike deal with talking to Smokescreen - he was saying something about asking if they were sure, but if they didn't do it, who would? - Blindside tended to his own little whisperer in his audio receptor. Maybe that was a touch cruel of a joke to pull on Vee. Perhaps crueler still the lie, but Veneer couldn't know what he was really up to. He'd vehemently oppose it. It would be easier this way. Plus, Blindside really needed to sink his blades into someone.

>>"I really believe you’re attempting to kill me, Side."<< Veneer released a heavy sigh. >>"I know you’re looking forward to helping out, preferably on the battlefield, but aerial support is just as important."<< He paused momentarily then added...>>"And I prefer it…"<<

Blindside grinned as he imagined what Veneer's face might have looked like the instant that he realized that Blindside had been joking. Probably priceless. The grin faded to a gentle frown. Veneer thought he was going to be safe and sound. Blindside couldn't really decide if what he was doing was right or wrong. These things tended to land in a gray area. Most of his life seemed to fall into that category.

Veneer had kept the communication open, and Blindside was content enough to leave it that that. Vee had a habit of doing it. The blind tactician figured that it calmed the nurse's nerves to know he was never too far away. Of course once the battle began, Blindside would allow himself to forget about the nurse if only for a moment. Worrying about Vee would only distract him and leave him open to attack. Plus...there was something about battle that Blindside loved. To cleave through enemies with a sweep of his sword...shooting some round of metal through someone's shoulder plating...Mmm. Yes. There was something intoxicating about the chaos of battle.

Blindside jerked sharply as he realized that the shuttle was landing. Rising from his seat as the craft settled down, Blindside clenched his fists tightly and watched as the bay doors opened. An electric charge shot down his spine and he felt lighter on his feet than he had in ages. Before he followed in the wake of Ultra Magnus, however, Blindside sent one last transmission to Veneer.

>>"We're heading out. Stay safe. And try not to worry too much,"<< Blindside said gently, knowing that the nurse would worry nevertheless. He left the transmission open. Vee would close it when and if he was ready.

Blindside turned to Howlstrike and Smokescreen, giving the former a hardy clap on the shoulder. "That's our cue! Let's do this thing." Blindside walked ahead, falling in behind Ultra Magnus and stepping out onto the bright, open ground. No cover. Also purple insignias everywhere. Blindside felt a little tinge in his spark as he considered that the Decepticons and Autobots would have to work together. His feelings on that particular subject were mixed, but they would have to be pushed to the side. There wasn't time to deal with that now.
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"I got it, I got it," Rewind said to Railway as they stood inside the shuttle as it was flying through the air, "Sounded great! It's all archived away. You uneasy or something? Your transformation sequence sounded a little strained. Well...I guess we've got imminent doom looming over us...Hm. Yeah. That might do it," Rewind muttered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Rewind glanced around the passenger cabin once more. Nope. Still no Chromedome or Blaster. Which meant one of two things. They had stayed behind on the Ark and/or Guardian. The preferable option in Rewind's mind, at least for Chromedome. Or...there was another shuttle. With them on it. Headed here. The archivist thought about it. This really was a momentous occasion. The Fallen coming back...the maybe extinction of their race....big stuff. It would be a shame not to get ground-breaking footage of it...

As the shuttle began its landing procedures, Rewind readied himself to sneak onto the battlefield behind the largest adjacent mech that wasn't Magnus. Rewind glanced up at Railway. Yeah. He would work. As the shuttle touched down the the bay doors opened, Rewind positioned himself slightly behind Railway.

"Hey look, everyone's disembarking...we should go too!" Rewind said, trying not to be completely obvious.
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Getaway had listened blithely without much comment as the orders were doled out. He blamed Skids for that. The mech could talk your processor out of your cranial unit. He wasn't called upon specifically, but Getaway figured he'd be put with the ground forces like Nova Strike. That suited him fine. Still this whole...fallen thing...was a bit insane.

It was just that....it was a myth! A god! Supposedly. Suh-posedly. Rodimus could have just gone insane. But that didn't really explain the whole teleportation thing. Unless Rodimus had ripped it out of Skywarp. Bah, he was trying to rationalize an impossible situation. It wasn't going to work.

Getaway cast a glance over to Prowl, his direct superior, and grinned behind his faceplate. Well. If he was having issues grappling with the reality of the situation, Prowl had to be having an all-out war going on in his processor. Getaway kind of hoped that the black and white mech might short-circuit. Kind of. Right now they really needed him on the top of his game. Getaway had no doubts that Prowl would do what needed to be done. It was kind of what made him so unpopular in the first place.

Being Prowl's subordinate...yeah, Getaway supposed it might make him a little unpopular too. The things he's had to do. If that got out. Which...probably wouldn't. At least not until it was too late to help anything anyway. Getaway realized as the shuttle jerked to a stop that they had arrived. Rising to his feet, he watched as the shuttle bay doors opened and Ultra Magnus stepped out into the bright Australian sun. "The cavalry has arrived," Getaway said to no one in particular and followed in Magnus's wake along with the other bots headed that way.

As his optics adjusted to the harsh light, Getaway surveyed the field. Decepticons. Everywhere. It made Getaway's trigger finger itch, but there was a time and place for these kinds of things. For now, he'd just follow Magnus's lead. Thank Primus Whirl wasn't around.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Sleek » Sat Apr 05, 2014 3:32 am

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Australia – Uluru

Matching her pace, Flywheels walked at Flamewar's side as they approached Razorclaw. Beg pardon – the new supreme commander of the Decepticons. Having served under Megatron – and by extension, of course, his creator, Shockwave – for innumerable millennia, Flywheels knew it would take some getting used to according the Predacon leader with the proper deference he now deserved.

He did not doubt Razorclaw. It wasn't that. And in fact, on several occasions, they had fought in the same campaigns, particularly in the Graxmidd Cluster where Flywheels had the opportunity to observe the strategic brilliance of the Predacon leader who had secured them many key victories which led to the dominion of a handful of worlds for the Empire.

So there was no doubting his capabilities. It was the newness of it all. To have thought Megatron could fall and be replaced: the notion teemed with lunacy. But it was real, and the Decepticons had accepted the grievous loss and responded appropriately. End of story.

A massive shape haunting the vastness of the sky stole Flywheels's attention as he made his way over to Razorclaw. Not just any shape, too. A vessel. An Autobot vessel.

He watched it glide through the air like an enormous avian beast before it descended gracefully to ground itself, causing thick clouds of dust to swirl around the shuttle in a furious capering motion as its landing stanchions pressed themselves upon the surface, velocity thrusters spurting jets of steam as it settled into position.

The Autobots must have arrived to aid the Decepticons in the destruction of the fallen and his heralds, if Flywheels were to venture a guess. Even though they were the enemy, and had been for as long as Flywheels could remember, he felt oddly glad to have their assistance. A demi-god could not be easy to bring down, no matter how much mechpower and firepower they threw against it. Or him. Or whatever the Pit the Fallen was.

Standing before Razorclaw, Flywheels mirrored Flamewar's action, banging a fist over his spark to salute the supreme commander. He listened as she spoke to Razorclaw, adding a nod here and there as if to emphasis the importance of her words. Not much else he could do, really.

“...You also have the support of his men.”

More nodding.

“Isn't that right, Flywheels?”

Oh, and answer a simple question. He could probably do that.

“Yes, my lord,” he said. “That's correct.”

Opting to remain silent as Flamewar continued to speak with Razorclaw, Flywheels waited patiently for the two to finish, and anticipated any forthcoming orders the supreme commander might have for him and Flamewar.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Insidious » Sun Apr 06, 2014 10:31 am

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Australia–Uluru

When Breakdown and Dead End first materialized at their newly-appointed destination, the first thing Breakdown did was start looking around for the other Stunticons. It would be just like someone in Decepticon command to have sent him off somewhere different than the rest of his team. Somewhere where he could be a part of the first wave to attack the Fallen. No thanks.

Dead End, check. Drag Strip-Primus only knows where. Likely somewhere on that big, slaggin' rock. Wildrider, again, Primus only knew where. Probably smashing his head into something for the thrill of it. And....?

Breakdown tentatively looked over his shoulder and, yep, there he was. The boss. Big slaggin' hunk of metal that he was. Thankfully his attention already seemed to be pulled in a half dozen different directions, none of them having to do with his own little minions. That suited Breakdown just fine.

"Let's go help them," Breakdown said, motioning towards some Decepticons that were busy working on trenches.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Smokescreen85 » Sun Apr 06, 2014 2:21 pm

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Australia - Uluru

Razorclaw watched as his Predacons departed to fulfill their respective orders. Divebomb took to the air and headed for Ayers Rock, Tantrum offered fuel to anyone who needed it and Rampage, well, Rampage was eager to fight, as always was the case with him. Thankfully, their was no human television around. Otherwise, that might have deterred him from the task at hand. The battle had not yet begun, primarily because they were still waiting on the Autobots to arrive, and thus everyone was getting a little restless. The Predacon lord couldn’t blame them. Only a mile away, the Fallen and his heralds waited for them. The enemy was so close and yet the fighting was delayed for the time being.

At least the vehicons were busy doing something useful. The countless drone warriors had dug trenches around the perimeter and built up dunes of sand and rock in order to give some kind of cover to the Cybertronians who were about to go up against a mythical demigod. Defeating a deity seemed like an impossibility. However, becoming the new Decepticon Supreme Commander also seemed impossible not a few cycles ago and yet here Razorclaw was in that very position of power. He had help, of course, but the end result is what mattered most. Now, he had even more help as all Decepticons, and eventually the Autobots, would be united against this common threat. Together they would destroy the Fallen and his minions, thus allowing the Cybertronians to get back to their civil war.

Razorclaw focused his attention on Onslaught as his comrade in arms conceded to keeping an optic on Starscream once the cowardly seeker had arrived. The Combaticon Commander seemed unsatisfied with the task and almost questioned the order before cutting himself off. Onslaught understood the chain of command better than most. He also understood that sometimes orders would be given that seemed better suited for someone else. However, in this situation, the lion-former needed someone he could trust to keep Starscream in line. Onslaught fit that bill to the letter. “My friend, do not think yourself a proto-sitter. Simply keep me informed if Starscream does anything to jeopardize this mission. That’s all.”

The Predacon lord clamped a firm hand onto Onslaught’s shoulder plate before his attention was drawn to the arrival of Soundwave. Finally, the Communications Expert had graced them with his presence, and while the monotone mech’s loyalties were still in question, his special talents were needed. “Soundwave, nice of you to join us. I need you to use that mind-reading trait of yours to see if you can sense anything from the Fallen or his heralds. You may or may not have some difficulty at this distance, but try anyway. Also, send some of your cassettes to scout closer to Ayers Rock. I already have Divebomb in the air doing recognizance, but it doesn’t hurt to have additional help or a ground perspective of our target, as well.”

With his orders given to Soundwave, Razorclaw received a transmission from Divebomb, who was requesting permission to get closer to Ayers Rock. Opening a comm line back, the Predacon Commander responded: >>”Permission granted, Divebomb. Get as close to the rock as you can. I want a visual of what we’re up against. Furthermore, I’m having Soundwave send some of his cassettes to assist you, so expect them to arrive shortly both in the air and on the ground.”<<

With his comm line severed, Razorclaw turned his attention skyward as an Autobot shuttle descended to the ground, Onslaught’s last comment catching the lion-former’s audio receptors. “Yes, long enough, indeed.” Before the Predacon leader could move towards the craft, Flamewar approached, demanding the Supreme Commander’s attention. He listened to her apology and subsequent assurances that Razorclaw had Shockwave’s full cooperation along with his former supporters. She then offered her assistance in dealing with Starscream who was still absent from the proceedings. Her attitude was a complete about face from her earlier demeanor. Perhaps Flamewar finally understood that the Predacon Commander was in charge now and Megatron was gone.

“Apologies are not necessary,” Razorclaw responded to Flamewar once the black operative was finished. “Only your loyalty is required and will be rewarded in kind. As for Shockwave, I put nothing past him. He has always had his secrets and pet projects even when Megatron was still with us. If he steps out of line he will be dealt with as before. I am, however, pleased to hear that his cooperation, and that of his men, are mine now. Have them take positions around the perimeter. The vehicons should have dug enough trenches and built up enough dunes to provide cover. No one moves in until I give the order. Understood?” Razorclaw paused a moment to let his orders sink in before continuing. “As for Starscream, I am open to any suggestions you may have. However, with the Autobots now here, we will have to delay our discussion for another time. You may accompany Onslaught and I to the shuttle if you wish.”

Wasting no more time, Razorclaw motioned for Onslaught to follow as the new Supreme Leader of the Decepticons walked towards the shuttle where Ultra Magnus and the Autobots had already begun to disembark.
_________

In a flash of light, Skywarp appeared on the ground, a bit disoriented from the bounce. Once he had regained his bearings, the teleporter gazed around to see the Deception forces massing around a one mile perimeter from a large rock formation some distance away. That was where the Fallen and his minions were, and that was where the battle for all Cybertronian kind would take place. Either they would ultimately be victorious and avert the apocalypse or they would fail and become one with the Allspark.

As a gust of wind kicked up the surrounding sand, the prankster turned his attention skyward to see the arrival of an Autobot shuttle. The sudden appearance of the enemy craft caused Skywarp to raise his arm weapons up in a knee jerk reaction. It was second nature to the flier to behave in such a manner. After vorns of fighting the Autobots, it was a bit of a shock to the system to be fighting alongside them, even if only temporarily. Thankfully, he stopped himself from firing on the shuttle and turning an already precarious situation into something even more complicated. It would’ve been just like him, of course. Shoot first and think later.

“Slaggit,” Skywarp muttered to himself as he lowered his arms down to his sides. The teleporter then looked around until he spotted Thundercracker standing off on his own. With a smile spread across his faceplate, ‘Warp walked over to his long time friend and gave him a firm pat on the shoulder. “Hey, ‘Cracker, ol’ buddy! How’s it going? Glad to see you made it down here. So, I see the Auto-slugs just arrived. You think they’ll actually be of any use or just get in our way? Personally, I think we should just use ‘em as shields when attacking the Fallen. What do you think?”

Shuttle Longevity / Uluru: Point K

Howlstrike had managed to somehow fall into a brief meditative state once his little discussion with Smokescreen had ended. With all that was going on around him, it had been difficult to have any quiet time whatsoever. But, he was still able to let his processor settle and bring his anger and aggression into check. It was not yet the time to unleash his fury, but soon it would be. Soon, vengeance would be his. Hardhead would pay or whomever he was now. It didn’t matter. Retribution was a dish best served cold and the former Predacon was as cold as they came.

Feeling Blindside’s hand on his shoulder, Howlstrike awoke from his meditation and looked up at the disabled mech. “Yes, finally,” the tracker replied as he unhooked his seat straps and got to his feet. Sparing a quick glance over at the diversion expert, Howl unveiled a toothy grin. “Come on, Smokey! Let’s get going! Time to play bait to a bunch of heralds! Ha!” The former Predacon didn’t wait for a response from the rallybot. Instead, he simply followed behind Blindside as they disembarked down the ramp where they were greeted by a plethora of Decepticons who were all ready for battle.

“Looks like we’re late for the party,” Howlstrike whispered to Blindside. “I’m surprised they didn’t start without us. Too bad. It would’ve been nice to find a field of dead ‘Cons when we got here. I would’ve been forced to thank Hardhead and the Fallen before ripping them apart. Heh.” Then the hunter’s attention was drawn away from his sightless friend to the form of the new Decepticon Supreme Leader, who was now approaching them. It had been a moment that Howl both dreaded and been looking forward to. He was not afraid. No, he was too tough for that. Unfortunately, this was not how the former Predacon envisioned meeting his old commander again. He wanted it to be on the field of battle against one another, not working together once again.

“Razorclaw,” Howlstrike muttered under his breath as the anger began to well up inside of him once more.
_________

Smokescreen had remained silent once his conversation with Howlstrike and Blindside had concluded. He was preparing himself mentally for the task to come. It would be his diversion skills that would be key in helping to defeat the heralds and bring their former comrades back to the Autobot side where they belonged. Of course, the rallybot couldn’t do it all alone. After all, there were four heralds and he was but one mech. No, he would lead a strike team after Drag Strip while other teams would handle the rest of the Fallen’s minions. The red and blue racer would divulge whatever diversionary knowledge he could to the other teams, but ultimately they would be on their own once the mission began.

The rallybot looked up when Ultra Magnus re-entered the passenger cabin and began speaking to the medics. Apparently, Nova Strike would assist the diversionary team when needed. That provided some comfort but not much. After all, there was only so much the ranger could do. There was only so much any of them could do against a demigod. Smokescreen looked up when the City Commander declared that they were near. The former street racer remained seated, however. He already had what he needed and decided to conserve as much energon as possible before the battle began. Instead, he said a short prayer to Primus, one he hoped would be heard.

Once the shuttle had touched down, Smokescreen unstrapped himself, hearing Howlstrike’s words as he did so. “I’m coming, just hold your....” the rallybot allowed his words to trail off as the former Predacon hurried out of the craft. “Impatient much?” Smokey muttered as he stood from his seat and made his way to the exit ramp.

“Don’t let him get to you, Smokes. Howl’s like that with everyone, except Kup, of course.”

Smokescreen looked around to see Hound approach him, a smile spread across his faceplate. At least someone didn’t have a look of dread on their visage. “Hey, Hound. Yeah, I know all about Howl. Not exactly the friendly type, is he?”

“No, but maybe Howl’s exactly what we need right now,” Hound responded as he checked his newly acquired hologram gun. “I mean, I doubt talking is going to settle this. The Fallen won’t respond to that. Action and violence will speak louder than anything and those are things that Howlstrike has a lot of built up inside him. He used to be a Predacon, after all.”

“Yeah, and now I hear that Razorclaw is the new Decepticon leader. Interesting turn of events. I wonder how that will play out with Howl being here?”

Hound glanced back at Smokescreen with a reassuring look on his faceplate. “We’ll soon see, but I wouldn’t worry. Howl seems more interested in getting back at Hardhead than fighting with his old teammates.”

“That’s what I mean. Whether it be Hardhead or the Predacons, Howlstrike has a lot of personal vendettas to settle out there. He needs to stay focused on what’s important and not become consumed by retribution. He could get everyone killed,” Smokescreen said, shaking his head.

“It’ll be okay, Smokey,” Hound promised, placing his hand on the rallybot’s shoulder. “Just stay positive. Everything will turn out okay in the end.”

Smokescreen nodded and allowed a slight smile form on his own faceplate. “You’re right. I’m letting the gravity of the situation get the better of me. I’m just worried about....a lot of things. This could be the end for everyone.”

“All right, enough chatter you two! Let’s get moving! The Fallen isn’t going to wait much longer before he starts the apocalypse!” Prowl’s vocals interrupted Smokescreen and Hound’s conversation. Coming from the bridge, the black and white had a stern look plastered across his visage. It was nothing new. He was no nonsense, especially before a battle. This time was no different.

“Sorry, Commander Prowl,” Hound apologized as he grabbed the rallybot by his elbow joint and pulled him along towards the exit ramp. “We’re going, sir!”

Prowl followed behind the pair as all three of them descended the ramp. Once on the desert ground, the military strategist paused near Howlstrike, who had already noticed Razorclaw approaching. “I hope you can remain focused on what needs to be done, Howlstrike,” the black and white said in a low tone, leaning in close to the former Predacon. “This mission is about saving the Cybertronian race not saving your pride. Understood?”

Without waiting for a reply from the tracker, Prowl moved away and stood by Ultra Magnus. The analyst did not notice the intense glare that the hunter had bored into his back plating nor did he hear the low growl coming from the wolf-former’s vocal processor. It did not matter nor concern the black and white. What did concern him was the ex-Predacon’s behavior. If it got out of hand, then Howl would be deemed a liability and be dealt with accordingly. There was nothing to be left for chance here. It was life or total annihilation, and Prowl was determined to save as many lives as he could no matter the cost.

At least the Autobot ones, anyway.
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Re: Lake of Fire - Prelude to the Unbinding

Postby Insidious » Sun Apr 06, 2014 3:10 pm

Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Australia-Uluru

While the Vehicons were doing their grunt work and Rampage kept a steady optic on the odd Terran rock formation as well as any outlying mechs, the arrival of the Autobots had not escaped his notice. It would have been an impossibility, as focused on the battlefield--and as ready for battle--as he currently was. Pretty standard group of Autobots from the looks of it: the sort of battle group one would expect to be dispatched to an assault like this, commanders and soldiers and everything in-between and surely more on the way. But there was one amongst their number that immediately caught his attention. A Predacon. A former Predacon. Rampage recognized him instantly, and in that same instant he wished he had been standing right at Razorclaw's side when their new leader encountered the Decepticon traitor and his new Autobot buddies. A low growl rumbled through Rampage's chest, even though there was nothing he could really do.

Lifting up his sword, he pointed it directly at Howlstrike, not caring whether or not the former Predacon or anyone else saw him. Whatever alliances the big wigs thought they had struck, there was a special place in the Pit reserved for traitors to the cause and Rampage would be only too eager to be the mech who sent him there.

You and me was the non-verbal message that Rampage was communicating to the former Predacon from halfway across their chosen battlefield.
___

Thundercracker had pretty much kept quietly to himself, mentally getting himself geared up for a real battle. No more nonsense against fellow mechs who wore the same Deceptibrand that he did. A real threat. A threat that Thundercracker could let loose on without any fear of consequences or repercussions from his commanding officers. The more damage that he and his Seeker brethren did, the more they would be rewarded in the new regime.

Unaware that another 'Con had closed in on his position with all the activity bustling around him, Thundercracker reared back and prepared to strike the mech that had clapped him on the shoulder before realizing it was Skywarp. He hadn't really seen the purple prankster since the battle on the Thanatos. And even then, the two hadn't traded words in an age, always being dispatched to different parts of the war front for all the time in Thundercracker's recent memory. it was good to see him, and know that the other Seekers would likely be by his side as well as he faced this new threat.

“Hey, ‘Cracker, ol’ buddy! How’s it going? Glad to see you made it down here. So, I see the Auto-slugs just arrived. You think they’ll actually be of any use or just get in our way? Personally, I think we should just use ‘em as shields when attacking the Fallen. What do you think?"

"'Warps," Thundercracker said by way of greeting, the barest hint of a grin toying at the corners of his metallic mouth before he looked at the arriving Autobots that Skywarp had pointed out. "Maybe they'll lead the charge. Shields, like you said. Won't be anything left for them to fight if we go first, heh."

Then a new thought crossed his mind.

"'Screamer coming down?"
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