OoC: Sorry for the wait! Life has been relentless.Lake Nimbus - Fishing Vessel
Nightbeat had just begun to relax a tad, when he felt the oddest sensation of weightlessness. He had remembered this feeling from one of his past missions where his only escape was a Tractor Beam.
"Slag." Nightbeat uttered, reaching into his hip compartment.
He pulled out the Energon Rations from the Drop Pod he crashed in. Last meal he would ever have? Probably. Useful as a weapon? Ohh yes.
," Nightbeat barked, "Take a sip, toss it at the Insecticons, then fire away! The Energon will explode!"
And with that, he tossed Hosehead two Energon Rations, leaving two for himself.
Nightbeat reached back inside of his hip compartment and pulled out the jagged steel edge he pulled from Skyhammer earlier. Nightbeat then remembered what the Insecticons would do to him: A Cerebro Shell to the forehead.
He knew what he had to do.
Nightbeat breathed deeply for a moment, feeling the craft touch down on the ground, then he began to carve an ancient Cybertronian symbol into each of his hands, one for "Bad", the other for "Mind". Nightbeat hissed with pain, but it was done; he had done all that could be done.
"Hosehead," Nightbeat said, panting, "Do you recall what those recruits said back in the earlier days of the war? 'Our job isn't to go feet-first into the Pit; it's to make sure it's crowded before we get there!'"
And with that, Nightbeat stood up and readied his rifle, water drained completely from the tank. Nightbeat was careful not to step on any of the flopping fish around the tank.
"I really hate Insecticons," Nightbeat activated his visor, "They really bug me
It was then when the wall gave way. Nightbeat heard a taunting tone from Bombshell
and fired in that direction without a second thought.
After spewing firepower in the Insecticon interrogator's direction, Nightbeat drew his pistol and fired a shot point-blank at a Diaclone trying to get close enough to gnaw on his leg.
Nightbeat then saw Bombshell
begin to enter the room. Now would have to suffice for his pseudo-grenade. He took a bite out of the packaging and took a sip. The Energon was warm, but it was delicious.
Refreshed, Nightbeat tossed the packet at Bombshell, then fired before it could touch the interrogator.
"Get down, Hosehead!" Nightbeat ordered, ducking himself.
His aim was true and the Energon Ration exploded. It was significantly smaller than anticipated, but it would have caused severe damage to those around it. This was evident when a Diaclone of Bombshell's dropped, sizzling.
After that apparent success, Nightbeat continued his onslaught of firepower on the clones and their masters.
Nosecone awoke to a cacophony of interrogation and sarcastic dinner orders. Nosecone saw a Femme, Cyclonus and Scourge; no doubt that they were their interrogators.
All Nosecone remembered of his assassination
capture was gunfire and extreme pain... Nosecone could only guess that his Transformation cog was gone and his treads were shot. Nosecone did wonder how they managed to get him in his robot mode, but that didn't matter right now.
"Can you get an -- *URK* -- Energon Sundae for me...? I've... heard wonderful -- Wow, this hurts
-- things about them..." Nosecone tried to laugh at the Decepticons
, but it was too painful.
"I am sorry I... disobeyed your orders, sir... I just couldn't leave... You guys behind..." Nosecone struggled to say to Scattershot.
Overbite sped as fast as he could in the direction of the stench he recognized as Autobot. His focus was never-breaking and his speed was ever-heightening. An Autobot was up ahead! He was close!
<< Overbite reported back to Snaptrap
, sending a data packet with his coordinates along with the signal.
Then, he charged forward and tried to bite down upon an Autobot in a frenzy.
Overbite certainly was quick to find the Autobots, in Skalor's opinion. Now was a matter of getting to the area of which the hunter had specified.
It was then when Snaptrap
had approached them. He ordered them to surround the Autobots to prevent their escape. Now, where was the fun in that?
Skalor nodded in agreement (With a slight hint of loathing) before he kicked his tail and began to proceed forward.