- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Strafe cursed internally as Lockdown easily evaded his blasts and then returned fire with an EMP pulse, this one much wider and more powerful than the localized one that knocked out his beacon and comm line. The aerial gunner quickly banked to his right in an attempt to avoid the wave, but it was no use. The EMP struck his left wing, knocking out his engines on that side. Unable to remain airborne, Strafe had no option but to try and make an emergency landing.
“I hope the sand is soft enough down there!” The nerve-wrecked Technobot quipped to himself as the desert grew larger and larger in his forward HUD. Strafe tried to level out the best that he could, just making it over a large sand dune before colliding with the ground beneath him. As a result, sand was thrown into the air in a wave-like effect. When he finally came to a halt, the aerial gunner was half buried in the dune, but was otherwise all right.
Quickly transforming back to robot mode, Strafe pulled himself out of the sand and took a look around. He couldn’t see him, but he knew that Lockdown was there just on the other side of the dune. It was only a matter of time before the bounty hunter caught up to him. Frantically searching for somewhere to hide, Strafe instead found one of his light-pulse blasters lying in the sand. What’s this? It must have broken off during my crash landing, the aerial gunner surmised as he picked up his weapon. It appeared to be intact and still functioning, but how effective it would be against an enraged Lockdown was yet to be seen.
Strafe then heard the familiar sound of Afterburner as his comrade burst from the ground a short distance away and began firing on the bounty hunter, whom the flier was still unable to see from his current position. “Afterburner, be careful! Lockdown has an EMP weapon!” Strafe shouted, now running towards his teammate’s location. As he moved from behind the sand dune, his former captor became visible to the aerial gunner.
Oh, man, he doesn’t look happy, Strafe thought as he nervously opened fire on Lockdown with his now hand-held light-pulse blaster. With the damage it had sustained during the crash, the weapon’s power cells were not at full capacity. Hopefully, it would be strong enough to ward off the bounty hunter until back-up arrived in the form of the rest of the Technobots. Otherwise, Afterburner and I are fragged!
The two minds of Doublecross listened as Repugnus told him and Grotusque to move along the tree line towards the cave while the bug-like Monsterbot hung back and covered their tracks. It sounded as if it would be a boring trek for the most part with only the promise of eventual action once they reached their subterranean destination.
“I’ll hold you to that promise, Puggy,” the left head growled as Doublecross moved forward, still dragging the hover cart with his tail. The right head snapped at the other, uttering his own low growl of displeasure. It was also a warning to his polar opposite to behave himself.
Don’t antagonize him.
(Don’t antagonize me! I want some action and I want it yesterday!)
Well, unless you can time travel, that’s not going to happen.
(You know what I mean, dipstick!)
Both of Doublecross’s heads glanced over at the sound of Grotusque commenting that he would utilize his robot mode instead of his creature form as a way to maneuver through the forest more easily. The mechanical dragon’s left head could only shake itself back and forth before giving a response even though the right side would likely disapprove again. “You know, ‘Tusque, you’re not very agile, or pretty, in either mode so it doesn’t really matter which one you use now does it?”
“I’m only kidding,” the right head then chimed in, trying to maintain a sense of camaraderie between the two Monsterbots. “Using you robot mode is actually a good idea. I might even do the same.”
(Oh no we’re not!)
Yes, we will if I deem it necessary.
(You’re forgetting that when we’re in this mode, I have partial control of our body. That means if I don’t want to transform, then we don’t transform.)
Fine, but if we cause too much damage to the forest and Repugnus gets mad...
(I don’t care how mad he gets! He’s lucky I don’t just burn a path from here all the way to the cave.)
Don’t you dare!
The left head chuckled as the mouth opened slightly, teasing that a fireball was about to be unleashed. The right head glared back with an infuriated look as nothing happened. There were no flames, no burning trees, and no pissed off Repugnus.
You’re not funny.