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Sea of Change

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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Ember » Mon Sep 03, 2012 8:36 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
On Shore

The trek through the vile organic infested sludge the natives called “water” went far slower than Darkride could have wanted. As it was he already picked up trace amounts of microscopic organisms that inhabited the briny liquid and now their movements were stirring up the gritty sand that lined the bottom of the ocean floor.

He could already feel the effects as his joints were beginning to grind and stiffen. He was very lightly armored giving him an advantage in speed and dexterity but that also meant that more of his seams were exposed.

The interrogator released a guttural growl as he broke through the surface and trudged onto the shore where he stopped and shook hard. The water that had seeped into parts he never knew he even had was flung out and spattered over the sandy beach. He waited a moment before he took a quick look around to be sure they were still alone and then addressed the chemist who had followed close behind.

“Oh come now Oil Slick. I know you better than that. Underneath that tightly affixed dome and that intense stoic expression and demeanor there is a perverse longing to do what you have always wanted to do."

Darkride stretched his hands out in front of him and shook the rest of the water from them. A grunt escaped his vocalizer before he went on…this time however it was about something off topic.

“I believe I need to do a bit of maintenance. That is a shame for after I am done I will just need to have a little alone time."

A small sigh escaped just as he took a slide log glance over his shoulder at his comrade.

“Pardon. But as I was saying, you my good friend have a much darker side. You know that side that begs to see nothing but suffering. Secretly you want nothing more than to watch someone suffer. To see them cry out in agonizing pain…to hear them beg and plead for you to give them what they want…what they need."

With his optics boring into the gangly form of the chemist Darkride turned fully around, clawed hands wringing together…a broad sadistic toothy smile spread over his face.

“I can give you that. It would only take a few breems. And I believe you would welcome the opportunity. I know because I have had the same thoughts myself."

The interrogator pointed one clawed digit at Oil Slick and stepped closer.

“You want nothing more than to tear me apart. To rid yourself of me but you will not because you and I can still be of use to one another. So I offer a proposition…you get to release some of that killer frustration and I…well I finally get to hear those screams of pain."

From his hip storage Darkride produced a small energon dagger. He had no intention of relinquishing his sword as there was no doubt that with the opportunity Oil Slick would just rid himself of the interrogator…no, the dagger would be perfect…release for the chemist and pain for the interrogator.

Darkride proffered the knife, handle first, blade in hand and without a smile.

“Take it Oil Slick. Primus knows it is what you want and the Unbringer knows it is what I need. I would do it myself but I believe it would mean so much more if it came from you."
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Cryhavok » Tue Sep 04, 2012 3:12 am

Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
Bottom of the Yellow Sea

Brawl had sought some appeasement to his need to bash someone's face in by joining whatever Swindle and Onslaught had been discussing about. He had heard only part of Swindle's plan and immediately decided he didn't like it. Which he had pretty much bellowed straight at Swindle's face too. Because he had disagreed and because he wanted to pick a fight. The situation however suddenly took turn to different direction as Onslaught ordered the Combaticons to stop Astrotrain and Blitzwing who apparently had decided to abandon them. That suited Brawl just fine. He had nothing personal against either triplechanger - Blitzwing in particular he had shared plenty of war stories with over a keg of cheap energon. However the thought of not taking the opportunity to fight when it was presented to him was completely alien to the Combaticon bruiser. The target being friend or foe mattered only through the amount of lethal force being used.

And that proved to be the key which allowed other Combaticons open fire before Brawl had a chance to do so. Heck, it even gave the triplechangers an opportunity to fire back. But orders were orders and they meant Brawl had to rotate his firing chambers to replace his normal ordnance with something less fatal. There was also the fact that his Electron blaster wasn't meant to be used underwater. He had to transform to make use of the rest of his arsenal. That didn't mean Brawl was going to be quiet about it. The frustration over missing time to be blasting at the triplechangers took form of ceaseless low growling until the explosives in his firing chamber had been replaced with stun grenades.

An immediate transformation into his tank form followed. As did the first blast being fired before his targeting computer finalized his firing solution. Nevertheless, the next couple of seconds saw a stun grenade being chugged at the position of triplechangers with another one following on its wake but this time, there actually was aiming involved.

_____________________________


>>”When shall we begin this work on Devastator Scrapper? We could begin it at any time, we have all been underwater long enough to validate the maintenance. Waiting for the base to complete may be ideal but with the political situation being so fluid having Devastator on our side would be a major asset."<<


The question Hook had presented was a sound one. And one that did not really require any further consideration from Scrapper. >>"No reason to delay. We can and we will begin immediately. Let the other Decepticons settle their differences, we can do what needs to be done to solidify our own power base. I'll call for Scavenger. He has been in contact with this vile liquid the longest. No one will question us starting the maintenance with him."<<

Having had expressed his opinion to Hook, Scrapper had opened another comm-line to reach out Scavenger. The excavator, always ready to please, had wasted little time getting into the cavern where his two superiors were preparing maintenance setup.

"Ah, excellent, you have arrived just in time Scavenger." Scrapper said cheerfully and gestured Scavenger to take a seat on an examination chair he had finished just moments earlier. "Let me just connect you to this monitoring unit and Hook can get to work..."
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Marcus Rush » Fri Sep 07, 2012 4:28 pm

Weapon: Automatic Acid-Pellet Gun
Bottom of the Yellow Sea

Vortex's optical visor flickered as the disagreements between Onslaught and the Triple Changers had begun to grow into an out of control inferno. Though he had not completely followed the discussion, as he had been more focused with the final installation of the combat simulation node near the primary exit of the what had been semi dubbed the Combaticon Hub. Still he had caught enough to know that Onslaught was not about to allow the Triple Changers to become an unknown quantity in this temporary civil skirmish of succession.

Variables were dangerous in complex flight plans, in power plays they were absolutely fatal. Vortex was among those who had witnessed Starscream's numerous attempts to rise to power, only to see some unknown twist of fate crash his ambition back down to Cybertron. The thought flickered a smirk in his processor, Screamer was his own worst enemy anyways. Cunning and intelligent, but always so full of himself that he made enemies well before he could make allies.

The interrogator had made it a life's mission to remain in the background, in the shadows gathering information or tormenting the rather unsuspecting Autobot. This was no exception. During the highest point of the discussion, Vortex stepped away from the partially connected simulation chair and exited the chamber. He entered into a quick dash towards the exit of the submerged structure. The icy cold of the water surged over exposed joints, Vortex made a note to have Hook or one of those blasted Constructicons address that flaw in these scrapping earth designs, causing his sprint to slow to a slog.

Once clear of the hatch, the Combaticon transformed into his helicopter form and allowed the buoyancy to take hold of his still rotors, lifting him off of the sea bottom and past a school of Yellow Tuna. He knew that should the conflict between Onslaught and the Triplechangers escalate, the triformers would attempt to make a run for the surface. And given their armor rating, Vortex doubted that anything short of lethal force would slow them by any significant amount.

Eventually his hunch was proven right as Blitzwing, and Astrotrain began a mad sprint through the airlock, laser bursts diffusing in the liquid as they ran. The two Decepticons began to make a slow ascent towards the surface, one hand in front of the other as they climbed the sheer cliffs of stone. It would appear that the Constructicons would have another task to be added to their already heavy workload, smoothing out the surface of the base entrance to prevent climbers from actual escaping pursuit.

Vortex's processor filed that away until later as Onslaught's secondary command to stop the Triple Changers overrode his initial observation protocols. Without a secondary thought, Vortex pivoted himself at neutral buoyancy and kick started his primary reinforced rotors. Almost immediately, with his secondary rotors twisted to provide stability and station keeping, the primary blades carved and churned the water into a powerful funnel. A burst of concentrated spinning water lanced down towards the sheer cliffs. The interrogator figured that even a direct hit would not kill the two multiformers, but at least he would slow them down, and maybe even get a few lucky hits in just to force these variables back in line.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Insidious » Sun Sep 09, 2012 10:31 am

Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Bottom of the Yellow Sea

Onslaught would be damned if he was going to allow anyone, Decepticon or otherwise, to take potshots at his men. He didn't know what had suddenly got Blitzwing and Astrotrain all up in arms and he didn't care either. Vortex would get the reasons why out of them after they had been sufficiently incapacitated and taught a lesson about taking such brazenly disobedient actions.

Transforming, Onslaught leveled the first of his two mortar cannons in the range of where the two triple-changers were clearly attempting to escape. Adjusting his aim slightly over their current position, he fired.

As the ammunition in the other cannon locked in to place, the transmission from Razorclaw came through on his systems, forcing him to pause. Any transmission from Razorclaw clearly superceded an engagement like this one, even if Brawl and the others weren't likely to think so.

So Razorclaw had done what it was he needed to do. Onslaught was pleased about that, but he was definitely not pleased about having to remain behind at the construction site while all this was going down. The first thing he thought to do was make Blast-Off aware of the situation. But he knew he couldn't, not so long as Soundwave was aboard the Thanatos and his allegiance was decidedly not in their court.

Growling in obvious frustration, Onslaught fired off the second volley in the direction of the absconding triple-changers.
___

"Heh, good times," Astrotrain chuckled back at his fellow trip, continuing to fire at anything with a Decepticon symbol that looked as if it might try to stop them.

It wasn't long after that when Astrotrain's word seemed to explode around him. Explosions underneath, besides and overhead caused terran debris to suddenly cloud the water up beyond anything that his optics could navigate through. He switched to infrared so that he could at least maintain a visual on heat signatures. Pain rocketed through the left side of his lower torso and and he had to grab on to the surface again...but there was no surface to grab on to.

Falling for a few meters, Astrotrain eventually managed to grab hold of the cliff face once again and begin pulling himself up. He wasn't far from the surface. Just a little further....

With powerful steps, Astrotrain finally breached the surface of the beachhead and turned to fire downward in to the water a few more times to try and give Blitzwing additional cover. As soon as it had been freed of the water, the wound that Astrotrain had suffered below erupted in a gush of flame and various oils as they trickled down the side of his middle torso.

"What...a way...to go out, heh," the triple-changer chuckled, mostly to himself.
___

"Psychosis, is here, yes...Psychosis is new...Psychosis is the newest interrogator...Psychosis wants to know if you want to experience his methods?" the new Decepticon said, by way of introduction.

Mixmaster looked at the new addition to their ranks and smiled. His choice of words and the way he delivered them...he liked this guy already.

"Mixmaster at your service service service!" the Constructicon Chemical Engineer said, offering the new ally a mock-bow. Though it wasn't serious, it was also not patronizing. He was genuinely intrigued to encounter another Decepticon who looked like they might have a circuit or two loose but also was expected to carry out a very specialized function--just like he himself was.

"Interrogation? No. Lots of work to do. No time for interrogations. When those triple changers get brought back though," Mixmaster began, pointing in the direction of the battle. "You might get to interrogate them, hehehe."

The fact that there seemed to be a full-fledged battle going on had not escaped Mixmaster's notice. But it was clear on the other side, well away from where they were continuing work on the new fortress. And besides, Scrapper hadn't said anything about getting involved--so--he didn't. Simple as that.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Devastron » Thu Sep 13, 2012 9:47 pm

Weapon: Energo-Sword
On Shore

Oil Slick slowly emerged from the water, the liquid sliding off of him or beading on him thanks to the various seals and protectants he used on himself. They seemed to be holding up well to his prolonged exposure, but he was still going to have to conduct a full reapplication whenever he had the opportunity, just to be on the safe side. He listened without comment on how Darkride also mentioned the need for some maintenance due to the prolonged exposure to the liquid. With his vanity of appearance and lack of protection he would require something more thorough then what the chemist required.

He stared at his comrade in mild annoyance when he shifted to the subject back to him. The interrogator fancied himself some sort of psychological expert apparently as he went on about how he possessed a ‘dark, sadistic’ side. It was a common problem among Decepticons, assuming that others were just like them. It was exasperated by the number of more sadistic and violent individuals who seemed to proliferate the faction. There were very few Decepticons who understood his clinical detachment and scientific curiosity. The fact that his chemicals inflicted pain and harm was simply a side effect that he researched, and a benefit to the Decepticons.

The Depticon looked down at the proffered dagger in disdain. He looked back up at Darkride. “As I informed you before, I am not a prisoner you can so easily dissect mentally. The feelings you proscribe to me, if I possess them at all, are well contained and controlled by cold logic. I gain nothing of real use from assisting in your mutilation with your weapon." He pushed the weapon aside.

“However if you must suffer some sort of physical harm or pain to satisfy your base urges," he lifted his right arm, the sprayers on his wrist pointing at him. “I can provide a chemical solution. I would gain some modicum of knowledge from the exact effects it would have on you and you would get whatever pleasure you receive from such things. I do warn you however that the nature of chemicals means it won’t be a simple wound and would likely be…messy."

*

Bottom of the Yellow Sea

Swindle had been hoping the triplechangers would take his shots as sort of a warning and just stop. It wasn’t like his gyro gun was anything lethal, after all. That failed, in which case he had been assuming Brawl would jump in and open fire as well. It wasn’t like the other Combaticon to turn down the opportunity to fight after all. Unfortunately the stupid lunkhead was a little slow on the uptake today, leaving Swindle as the loan target for Astrotrain and Blitzwing’s return fire.

Letting out a bit of a yelp the Combaticon dived behind one of the defensive barricades they had erected around the construction site. He looked around to see Brawl finally joining the battle, and he was more then happy to let him soak up some of the shots from the triplechangers. Onslaught joined in the fray and Vortex came charging out from wherever the slag he had been to join in. It was like one bit happy Combaticon reunion. If he hadn’t sold off his optic lubricant ducts for a spare clip of ammo so many vorns ago he might have shed a tear at the sight.

Now with the triplechangers obviously outgunned it was time to unleash the most powerful weapon in his arsenal. Yes, it was time to unleash his…negotiating power!

>>”Hey, Astrotrain, Blitzwing, I think we can all agree here that things aren’t looking so good for you. Heck, I was just firing a warning shot to get your attention and then you open up on me with the full arsenal. You should have known that would just piss off Brawl, and then Onslaught has to jump in to help him, and Vortex comes winging in and, well, you get stuck where you are now.

Now, the way I see it you’ve got a couple of choices. You could keep fighting back, in which case the numbers are going to catch up with you eventually. You could keep trying to get out of here, and one of you might even make it. Oh sure you’ll be banged up and have no where to go or refuel, but you’ll be out of here right?

Of course there is a third option. You guys stop with the fighting and just come back down here. I get it, you guys were bored right? Not liking all the grunt work and the building stuff? Totally agree with you. That slag is for Constructicons, am I right? You come back down here peacefully and we can all talk to Onslaught together. I’ll even talk on your behalf, and believe me that’s a plus. We can get this whole thing straightened out and no one ends up as scrap. Sound good?"<<


*

Hook merely nodded as Scrapper brought Scavenger over, playing along with the whole maintenance bit. Hopefully it would fool anyone listening in and, frankly, Scavenger as well. The idiot was high on the list of teammates who would spill the whole plan to everyone else. If he was kept in the dark about it then he couldn’t leak it to anyone else.

“Now hold still Scavenger, you have been exposed to the most of this vile liquid so your maintenance may take the longest." In reality it might take the longest because he was the first. As professional and expert as Hook was this was the first time he would be conducting this particular operation. It would be a fascinating learning experience to say the least.

He opened up Scavenger’s chest cavity and went to work. The procedure would not be unlike one done to create a triplechanger, although much less radical. A new transformation would needed to be input into the transformation cog, which Scrapper could do from the computer console. That was the easy part. The trickier part was adjusting the internal connections and modifying systems to allow him to link up with the others and function as a part of a greater whole. Finally he would have to make some adjustments to his cerebral circuitry to make sure electrical impulses flowed smoothly and that the merging of minds was complete.

Honestly, and he hated to admit this even to himself, but he wasn’t sure exactly how it would all turn out. What would Devastator truly be like? He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement at it all. This was going to be his finest creation.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Ember » Fri Sep 14, 2012 6:11 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
(OOC: Roddy and his group can start here.)


On Shore

The sadistic interrogator let out a low chuckle as he pulled the dagger back and placed it into his hip compartment. His comrade was so predictable. Then mech had no sense of adventure. He relied solely on study and research. The gathered intelligence of one of his experiments was what drove him. Darkride was actually surprised that the gangly creature hadn’t overloaded from so much excitement. The smaller mech let out a gruff grunt.

It was what occurred next that had Darkride nearly drop to his knees and laugh with unbridled glee. The promise of being hurt…of intense pain…was too tempting to pass up.

Darkride kept his composure…after all why give Oil Slick the satisfaction of knowing this is precisely what he hoped for. A smile would simply turn the chemist off and then would in turn remove the potential for delightful pain.

His expression remained neutral as he slowly sidled up to stand directly in front of his associate. With his optics locked with the taller mech’s, Darkride raised his left hand and gently took hold of Oil Slick’s right wrist. He held on for a few moments while his claws scraped lightly over the metal.

“Now I knew you had it in you, but let me pick the spot."

Very slowly Darkride maneuvered his colleague’s arm down slightly until the sprayer was aimed directly between the interrogator’s optics. A deranged smirk finally grew stretching wide enough to bear the very tips of the mech’s sharpened teeth.

“You may not wish to admit it, Oil Slick, but you are just like the rest of us…possibly even more so."
____

From their bounce landing location Rodimus and his small band of freedom fighters were able to move through the dense thicket that was surrounding their true intended location. It had been slow going but at least everyone kept quiet and moved as quickly as the land allowed.

The red and orange mech had been sure to set them all down several miles from the Decepticons’ location so as not to trigger any potential alarms that would most likely be on location. Although alarms and early warning systems were rendered moot through the power of his Master.

From a brush covered area just slightly from the shore line Rodimus came to a stop and waved the rest of his men to move back into the cover. He pulled back as well toward after several astroseconds and knelt down. Rodimus took a quick glance at each one of them and then quickly whispered his findings.

“Alright. I only saw two on shore, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any more looming around. Hex, you and Ricochet flank those two from the left. I’ll take Hardhead and move in from the right. Warpath, I want you to position yourself directly in front while, you, Saferoute, maneuver around and cover their rear."

Rodimus took a quick glance around at those gathered around him. He then took a look over his shoulder at both Darkride and Oil Slick. He would be sure that his new heralds were removed from their oppressors’ hold as quickly as possible before the five of them made their escape.

Soon my children. Soon we will be together again. With our Master we will be whole once more.

Rodimus had quickly determined that neither mech had been alerted to their presence so he turned his attention back to his men. He cast Hex and Ricochet a curt nod sending them both off to their respective spot knowing all too well that Hex would play his part perfectly.

The young scout passed quickly through and around some of the more dense foliage as he moved swiftly to take up his place in order to claim his first kill.

“You wanna win this you best get the lead outta your fat aft."

He intended the quip aimed toward Ricochet to be expelled in a low whisper but it turned out to be much louder. Hex stopped moving and took a knee when he heard one of the ‘Cons let out a snort.

“Slag."
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The smile that had materialized on the interrogator’s face faltered as Darkride heard something coming from the brush that lined the shoreline. He released Oil Slick’s wrist as he turned his head slowly to the left. He snorted as he magnified his optics’ visual input in order to see what he thought he heard.

"Oil Slick. I do believe we are being watched."
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Wreck 'n Rule » Fri Sep 14, 2012 9:57 pm

Motto: "I can totally prove that I'm not a zombie! Just lean over hear, and let me take a little nibble out of your brains."
Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
On Shore

It was practically a miracle that Warpath had managed to keep quiet during the entire trek from the bounce location to their current position near the shore. For the crimson warrior it was practically torture, unable to brag about just what he was going to do to the Decepticons they encountered, not even so much as a little "BAM" or "POW". Fortunately the group came to a stop at the edge of cover. It looked like the sneaking part would end soon, and the action would begin.

For Saferoute the walk was almost as bad, but for different reasons. She had no trouble keeping quiet, but trying to keep up while making sure not to step on anything living was very difficult. As much as it pained her, she didn't bother any of the others when they weren't being careful. They had a job to do, after all, and if everything went right they would be saving millions, maybe even billions of innocent life on this planet.

They stood with the rest of the group and receieved Rodimus' instructions, to surround two Decepticons nearby.

We're all surrounding just these two? That sounds a little odd... well, I'm sure Rodimus must have a good reason., Saferoute thought to herself, He could have picked someone quicker to cover them from behind, though.

As soon as Rodimus sent Hex and Ricochet to flank from the left, Saferoute ran behind them.

So far so good, they haven't noticed us ye- oh slag!

As soon as she heard Hex's yell toward Ricochet, she knew it was too loud. As the young bot stopped and took a knee, Saferoute ran right past him.

"Idiot!", she scolded as she went by him.

Not bothering to even check if Oil Slick or Darkride had noticed any of them, Saferoute continued running. She was told to cover the rear, and by Primus she would cover the rear no matter how slow she was. Not quite in position yet, she pulled out her laser rifle and kept an eye on the two Decepticons.

Lucky for Warpath, his instructions were the easist- keep in front of them. That required the least amount of running, and the chance for the tank-former to see the look in their optics as he aimed his turret at them.

As the crimson warrior was going to walk out quietly, so as to not startle their targets, he heard Hex's little outburst as well. From his vantage point he could see Darkride looking over to where the other Autobots were running- their cover was blown. Warpath, however, was not disappointed; he was ecstatic.

"BLAM, it's about fraggin' time!", he shouted, "I never did like BANG, ZOOM, keepin' quiet!"

Warpath transformed into his tank mode, his treads slowly moving him closer toward the two Decepticons as he loaded the chamber of his cannon with a cryogenic shell.

"BANG, stay right where you are Decepti-bum!", Warpath hollered to the two as he fired his freezing ammo at Darkride, "Or better yet, FREEZE! HA HA HA HA HA!"
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Smokescreen85 » Sat Sep 15, 2012 3:40 pm

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On Shore

Ever since the bounce beam had set them all down several miles from their destination, Ricochet had been intently focused on the task ahead. His rifle was drawn and gripped in both hands, ready for action against the enemy at a moment’s notice. He followed Rodimus as the self-proclaimed Prime lead the group towards the shoreline where the marksman hoped his skills as the best gunner around would come into play with more targets to choose from then he had time to count. Unfortunately, once they reached the edge of the brush, only two Decepticons could be seen on the beach, itself.

Seriously, that’s it? Ricochet questioned inwardly as both hands held onto his weapon tighter in an obvious display of frustration. We came all this way for only two ‘Cons? Good work, Howlstrike. You found a couple of scraps left behind. Nothing more. Rodimus then pointed out that there was likely more enemy soldiers in the surrounding area, but that gave the black and gold mech little comfort as his shooting prowess was useless if he could not see his intended targets. The flame-covered squad leader then gave out his orders, directing everyone to surround the enemy’s position on the shore, with Ricochet and Hex taking the left flank.

Once the go ahead nod from Rodimus was given, the marksman wasted no time in following after Hex, who was already off and running....at the mouthpiece again. “I’ll show you some lead, all right, from my foot going up your aft section! Now, keep quiet you moron, or you’ll give our position away!" Unfortunately, it was too late for that as Hex’s big mouth had already attracted the attention of the interrogator known as Darkride.

Noticing a large sand dune situated nearby, Ricochet quickly ran over to it. He then climbed to the very top where he laid down on his chestplate and took careful aim with his plasma dart rifle. With Warpath already opening fire from the front, the marksman could only hope that there would be anything left to shoot at. That clunky tank-former needs to stay out of the way and let me do my job. If he really thinks he can hit anything with that oversized cannon, he’s sorely mistaken.

Not wanting to wait for the outcome of Warpath’s attack, Ricochet lined up Darkride in his sights and pulled the trigger, sending a carefully aimed barrage of plasma darts in the interrogator’s direction. See ya in the Afterspark, you freakish excuse for a ‘Con!
_________

To Hardhead this mission was not about defeating the Decepticons and ending the war. It was simply about rescuing Rodimus’ remaining two heralds from their pathetic lives as these worthless Cybertronians, thus allowing them to become something far greater than anything they could have possibly imagined before. Standing near the edge of the thicket, the war veteran could see one of those heralds in plain view on the beach. It was only a matter of time before the master released him from his current existence as a filthy ‘Con.

Watching as the others began their assault, Hardhead chuckled under his breath and cast a knowing glance over at Rodimus. Everything was finally coming along according to plan and these foolish Autobots were playing right into it like a bunch of stupid protoforms that were fresh out of the mold. “We should make our move, Master," the green warrior suggested, pulling out his pair of shatterblasters and holding them up. “I’ll keep the other one pinned down while you move in to your chosen herald and my future brethren."

With his words spoken at a whispered level, Hardhead grinned from one audio receptor to the other before passing through the thicket and running out across the beach, taking the right flank as Rodimus had instructed. Once in position, he knelt down in the sand and aimed both of his shatterblasters directly at the Decepticon chemist. The gangly mech was the unlucky one in this scenario, and he needed to be either contained or eliminated all together. It didn’t really matter which way he was dealt with as all Cybertronians would eventually meet their end once the Master was reunited with his children.

Hardhead then opened fire on Oil Slick with both of his hand-held weapons. One line of diamond-hard shards was aimed at the chemical expert’s legs while the other series of projectiles was flying directly at the clear dome that covered the Decepticon’s cranial unit. The green herald wanted to see Slick dance and maybe even watch as his head gear was finally cracked and broken, exposing the chemist’s precious visage to the surrounding elements.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Ember » Sun Sep 16, 2012 9:50 pm

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On Shore

The cover Hex had chosen was close to Ricochet’s own and directly across from the gunner. The young scout was able to keep an eye on him and his unbeknownst brother. Although he had to keep the Decepticon safe he was not at liberty of making the act obvious. Engaging in a hand to hand fight would be the best way to ensure that he remained unharmed. The action would also make it possible for his Master to arrive and welcome his brother into their conclave.

His mind set Hex stored his crossbow and vaulted over his cover taking care to keep in the way of all the other ‘Bots’ views. Their pathetic code would keep them from firing at the enemy with one of their own in the line of fire.
___

He used the hand he had placed on Oil Slick’s chest to shove hard against the chemist pushing him away and giving Darkride the momentum to jump back and following through with a series of back flips. He felt the cutting breeze of both cryogenic shells as the artillery pasted beneath his bent back. At the same time he landed the interrogator dropped into a crouch just as the barrage of plasma darts fired by Ricochet shot by overhead. He could feel the warmth of the ammo as it traveled only inches above the crests that adorned his head.

Darkride let out a deep growl as he took a glance over his shoulder and spotted the location the darts had originated from. He could just make out the barrel of the weapon and the flashing hue of black and wisps gold. The dark purple mech rose to his full height and brought out his shrapnel rifle taking careful aim in Ricochet’s direction. It was then that he realized Warpath had not taken another pot shot at him.

Darkride lowered his weapon when he finally spotted the small form running at him. Why had he not seen him before? He must be the reason that dimwitted tank had not fired again.

He cocked his head slightly as the mech finally came into view. Darkride’s jaw dropped slightly but quickly jerked shut…his face twisting in rage.

“YOU!"

Hex made no attempt to slow his progress when he noticed that Darkride realized exactly who he was. It had been a long time and he knew this mech would want nothing more than to finish what he had started vorns ago on Cybertron.

“Me."

Darkride let out a feral scream and charged after the young ‘Bot clawed hands outstretched ready to tear into Hex’s chestplate so he could get to his spark.

Hex sidestepped and easily avoided the sadistic mech’s first erratic attack. Darkride quickly recovered and attempted to compose himself.

“I should have killed you along with your little teammates. Although, I must admit I rather enjoyed watching you try to drag yourself away from me after I severed your spinal column."

Hex flashed him a cocky smirk while he and his opponent began to circle one another.

“I’ll never forget your face when that shuttle arrived and you hauled aft with your tail between your legs!"

Darkride ground his teeth as he growled out a rather profane Cybertronian curse. The brat was just as irritating as he had been all those years ago. Before Darkride could counter Hex let out a rather interesting statement.

“And I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on your face after this…"
____

Rodimus watched with a sense of deranged glee as he took in the action taking place. The extras were performing superbly and if things went according to plan they would all be dead in just a few hours. The Prime chuckled lowly as the youngest of his heralds pulled away from his cover and used himself as a buffer between the Autobots and his target. Such a smart child.

The yellow crest that adorned Rodimus’ red head moved up and down in a slight nod as a response to his warrior herald’s suggestion. He needed to make it across the field to his target and Hardhead’s deliberate distraction would cover his movements though roughly.

Once Hardhead had moved out and opened fire on the Decepticon chemist, Rodimus rose from his secure location and sprinted into a full run in the direction of Hex and Darkride. The young mech had used their prior encounter on Cybertron as a distraction. Very smart indeed.
____

The statement Hex had uttered to him had Darkride looking at the youngling with a confused questioning glare. He had just enough time to follow the scout’s optics to over his shoulder before Rodimus was on top of him.

A nearly ear piercing howl filled the air as Rodimus grabbed a hold of Darkride from behind…the dark purple Decepticon’s arms flailing almost wildly above his head. He kept his struggles up trying desperately to break the Prime’s vice like grip but the actions only forced Rodimus to tighten his hold.

“AGH! Get your filth ridden hands off of me!"

Another howl traveled through the air as Rodimus’ hold solidified and he began to drag the unfortunate mech toward a much more suitable and secluded location. Darkride dug his heals into the sand in an attempt to slow their progress but it was all for naught as what once was a barren shore turned into a thickly covered wooded area.

Hex watched on while his Master dragged the struggling mech into the thicket and disappeared from sight. It would not be long before a new herald would be joining them. He took a glance over his shoulder in the direction of the other Autobots. A wicked smirk formed on his face as Darkride’s pain filled screech traveled out from the tree line and over the length of the beach.

One herald remained. One brother.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Drop Bear » Mon Sep 17, 2012 4:18 am

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Well. If Blitzwing had presumed freedom to be within his grasp in the next moment or two, then he should have known better. He should have known the Combaticons were going to present a challenge. He also should have known that Onslaught was going to partake in the Triple Changers' apprehension.

But didn't. Thinking required an effort Blitzwing found irritating, particularly during battle. For the most part, he left the thinking to everyone else, content with his actions leading the way.

But when the cliff face exploded in grainy showers of rocky debris, descending upon him like heat-seeking missiles on the verge of destroying their targets, Blitzwing ventured to assume that maybe it was time to think. Coupled with the fact that a stun grenade had been hurled in their direction, along with a wound Astrotrain had received just now, that idea gathered conviction and strengthened into a certainty.

Oh, right. The stun grenade.

A brilliant flash snatched away his vision, replacing it with a field of darkness. Blitzwing's optical sensors, perpetually adjusted to a higher level—because you never knew when an old enemy of yours you ticked off in the past planned to cave in your helm—took an absolute trashing courtesy of the grenade's effects. Determined to press on, however, even with his optics temporarily shut down, he continued his ascent.

Damn Brawl. If he and Brawl didn't get along so well, he would have remembered to get even with the Combaticon.

Using the cliff face as a guide, Blitzwing climbed, foot thrusters pushing him upwards. Swaying to the left, he climbed. Veering to the right, he climbed. Bumping into the cliff face itself, he climbed. Taking somebody's well placed shot in the back of his leg, he climbed.

Eventually, Blitzwing pierced through the water's surface, throwing himself onto the sandy strip of land lying before him. He scrambled to his pedes, rifle still clasped in his actuator.

His sight slowly came back to him. But the back of his left leg was messed up good.

Spinning around but finding no Decepticons in pursuit, he said, "'Train, did you get a load of Swindle's gibberish? What do we do about about? Fly the frag away or go back down there?"
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Smokescreen85 » Mon Sep 17, 2012 10:24 am

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On Shore

Ricochet grumbled angrily under his breath as his shots just missed their intended target. I was unlike him to miss anything or anyone, but considering that their cover had already been blown by the insane Hex and his big mouth, it was not surprising that the interrogator had managed to elude the incoming plasma darts. No matter. I’ll get you on the next attempt, ‘Con, the marksman assured himself as he readied his rifle again and took careful aim at Darkride. Unfortunately, the young Autobot saw fit to do something entirely crazy, but well within character, and run out towards the sadistic torturer, blocking the gunner’s line of sight in the process.

“You fraggin’ idiot! Get the slag outta the way!" Ricochet shouted from his perch atop the sand dune, but naturally Hex either didn’t hear him or was just ignoring him. It was probably the latter. For a brief moment, the marksman considered taking another shot at Darkride anyway, Hex be damned. However, he knew that would not go over well with Rodimus and would likely lead to some kind of punishment. Thus, the black and gold mech simply watched the ensuing confrontation and waited for Darkride to make short work of Hex. Then once the crazy ‘Bot was out of the picture, the marksman could take his next shot.

That did not happen, however, as Rodimus quickly entered the fray and dragged the interrogator kicking and screaming into a nearby clump of trees. What the frag? Ricochet thought as a look of shock became etched across his otherwise angry faceplate. Something’s not right here. Why not just kill Darkride where he was? Is Rodimus trying to take him prisoner? This doesn’t make any sense at all. His patience growing very thin, the black and gold marksman jumped down from the dune and approached the thicket where Rodimus and his captive had vanished into. The interrogator’s shrieks of pain filled the air, digging into the gunner’s audio receptors like daggers.

“What the frag is going on in there?! Rodimus!! What are you doing to him? Just kill the little slagger and be done with it already! We don’t have time for this!" Ricochet shouted as he then glared back at Hex, the young Autobot displaying a decidedly wicked smirk on his visage. “And what the hell are you smiling at, shorty? You think this is all funny? I came down here to kill ‘Cons, not watch Hot Rodimus play with them like his own personal toys! If he really wants to be the new Prime, I suggest he gets his aft out here and starts acting like a real leader!"

Bringing his plasma dart rifle to bare, Ricochet returned his attention to the wooded area in front of him and waited for the flame-covered mech and whatever was left of his Decepticon captive to emerge from seclusion. The gunner didn't understand what exactly had just transpired here, and thus he wasn't going to take any chances, keeping his weapon up and ready just in case he needed to use it for any reason.
_________

Hardhead paused his assault as first Hex moved onto the beach to attack Darkride followed closely by Rodimus, who swiftly took hold of the interrogator and dragged him helplessly into the thicket. A smile creased his lips as the green herald opened fire at Oil Slick with his shatterblasters once again, hoping to keep the Decepticon chemist pinned down while his master went to work on bringing his new brother into the fold. Darkride’s screams were like music to the war veteran’s audio receptors, but not as much as the tirade coming from a clearly perplexed Ricochet, demanding to know what was going on.

It seems, Master, that our resident marksman is a bit perturbed at your strange behavior with the torturer. I’m sure that the others are feeling a similar way but have yet to express their concerns openly. Should Hex and I drop the charade and deal with these Autobots now before we move into the sea to acquire our final brother? I so want to see the looks on their faceplates when they come to realize they’ve been duped. Ha ha ha!

A broad grin spread across Hardhead’s visage as he continued his barrage on the dome-headed Decepticon. Hopefully, the stubborn war veteran would soon be granted permission to turn his weapons against the Autobots, themselves, allowing him to finally cease pretending to care about his former comrades in arms. Then Hardhead and his brothers could bathe in the energon shed that would follow, cleansing them all of the filthy residue of their former Cybertronian existences once and for all!
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Devastron » Mon Sep 17, 2012 7:25 pm

Weapon: Energo-Sword
On Shore

Oil Slick was mildly annoyed at Darkride’s response. It wasn’t too surprising really, but the other Decepticon underestimated the amount of damage his acids could do to him. His unusual mixture of pain seeking and vanity would likely make an encounter with his chemicals awkward at best, if not disfiguring for him. Still, it would quiet and calm down the interrogator, hopefully, and he could likely get some useful data for it. He waited patiently as Darkride chose the area he could damage him on.

The chemist’s head snapped to the side as he heard a shout coming from the nearby woods. Darkride had no sooner finished his warning then Warpath burst out from cover and opened fire on them. He moved his arms to take aim at the Autobot when Darkride shoved him, throwing him off balance so he could perform some evasive maneuver of his own. Oil Slick was unable to return fire, but by being pushed back the head shot form Hardhead flew past him. The leg shot did graze him however and he let out a hiss in pain.

The Decepticon dropped to the ground to present a much smaller target. A quick scan showed multiple Autobots firing on them, more then they could hope to combat successfully. He turned to yell at Darkride only to see him engaged in an exchange of words with an Autobot, before another one simply grabbed him and dragged him away. This odd behavior and the shrieks from Darkride would have to wait for later analysis as now it was all about survival for the chemist.

The Autobot who had fired at him had used solid projectiles. That was fortunate as he could possibly defend against those. Aiming one of his arms in the air he shot out a burst of acidic compounds between him and the Autobots, creating a temporary cloud of the substance between them. As solid projectiles passed through it the acids would begin to eat through them. He knew it wouldn’t be enough to destroy them completely, but it should weaken them a bit and perhaps even prematurely detonate any explosive rounds.

This was only a temporary solution though. His current position was highly unsound. The lone Decepticon was outnumbered, out ranged and in danger of being surrounded. The only logical course of action was to withdrawal. Transforming to his alternate mode he fired up his engine, creating a loud roar and kicking up sand and debris before he rushed off toward the sea. At the same time he sent out a signal to all Decepticons in the area.

>>”Decepticons, we are under Autobot attack! Repeat, we are under Autobot attack! Approximately six Autobots are on the surface near the construction sight."<<
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Ember » Mon Sep 17, 2012 9:54 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
On Shore

“Decepticons have always been so headstrong. It is what makes you all such easy prey."

The smirk that was plastered on the Autobot’s face silenced Darkride the moment he caught a glimpse of it from over his shoulder. It was something he had never seen on any of them before. A shriek escaped Darkride’s vocalizer as Rodimus turned the trapped ‘Con around so he was facing him. Instinct kicked in and the interrogator wrenched his arm free and lashed out with his sharp digits. The tips of which caught the outer layer of paint that adorned Rodimus’ chestplate.

The Autobot was bound to falter and he could make his escape. But that hope was dashed when he was tossed to the ground landing hard on his back. Darkride lifted his up slightly as he tried to check for damage. His exploration was halted when Rodimus straddled his lower body and placed his hand over the mech’s slender throat.

“I know you’re enjoying this. This is what you live on…pain…your own, others, it make no difference."

Darkride bucked several times trying to knock the larger mech off but he failed miserably. He stopped his struggling and glared up at Rodimus.

“You do not know me! So do not pretend that you do! You and your Autobot brothers can rot in the Pit!"

That smile. It was there again, and something told the interrogator that it wasn’t a happy smile. Cruelty. Determination. The Pit itself was part of this mech and Darkride wanted nothing to do with him.

His optics widened as he felt the Autobot’s free hand press lightly onto his chest…above his spark. So this was how it was to end. Trapped beneath a hulking ‘Bot who was ready to tear his spark out from his chest. It could have been worse. He could be sniveling and begging for his life.

His thoughts were shaken as the pressure on his chest increased but only slightly. This was it. But then it stopped. It stopped and he heard a voice. It did not belong to the mech perched atop him. This voice was so much…clearer. It was true. The voice was low…a whisper in his audio.

"Wha...what are you?"

"I am your Master. You belong to me as we all belong to Him."

Darkride’s struggling had long since ended as his attention was solely focused on the mesmerizing timbre that was now flowing into his audios. With some effort he nodded ever so slightly in understanding.

“Now, my Herald, with Decepticons things must be handled…differently."

The pressure that was centered on his chest increased dramatically as Rodimus forced the tips of his fingers into the seam of his chest that encased the mech’s spark chamber. With a grunt and a slight whimper from Darkride the plate parted and Rodimus plunged a hand in.

“Shhhh. This is exactly what you wanted. Unfortunately, it will all be over quickly."
____

“I’m smiling at you."

Hex stepped in closer to Ricochet who was standing near the edge of the wood, a look of anger and confusion etched on that face. How nice it would be to remove that face. And once his Master gave him the order this mech would be nothing more than a smear on the underside of his boot. How fitting.

“I’m sure our illustrious leader is taking care of that degenerate. Although I wish I had more time with him. Slagger tried off-lining me."

He was unwilling to have this Autobot abomination disrupt his Master’s work on his brother; Hex took hold of his crossbow and pointed it in Ricochet’s direction. He quickly flashed the gunner a knowing smirk when another unbridled pained laced scream filled the air followed closely behind by utter silence.

“I think he’s done. Wanna go see what’s left?"
____

Darkride had come back on-line only a few minutes after Rodimus had finished with him. The Prime dismounted the mech’s lower body and stood keeping a close watch over his newest addition. The groan that escaped the interrogator’s mouth was a pleasant sound as the screams only drew too much attention.

Rodimus extended a hand to the smaller mech and hoisted him up. Darkride stood before his new Master and offered to him a hellish smile.

His Herald bowed slightly when his hand moved to rest on the lithe mech’s shoulder. He kept his optics on Darkride even as he heard his warrior’s query. Rodimus stood quiet for a moment before responding.

I am aware of our unfortunate little nuisance. Fortunately the child has been keeping Ricochet at bay and if need be he will terminate him on my order.

With his hand still perched on the Decepticon’s shoulder Rodimus turned his attention to the tree line keeping he and his Herald hidden from prying eyes.

Darkride shall be joining you. Upon his appearance you will cut all Cybertroninas down. I shall advance to the Decepticons’ submerged vessel and claim my last addition. I want to return to a slaughter. Make me proud Hardhead and watch your brothers.

“Come. We have much to do. And first on our list is to introduce you to the Autobots and your former comrades."
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Wreck 'n Rule » Tue Sep 18, 2012 1:22 am

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Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
On Shore

A lot had happened by the time Saferoute made it to her position in the rear. Several attacks from the others had missed, then Hex had gone right for Darkride, only to have Rodimus come in and take the interogator by force into some cover, with both Hex and Ricochet coming following him. It all just confused Saferoute to no end.

>>Hardhead, Warpath, what's going on? Are we taking prisoners now? Does that mean we're taking this other 'con prisoner too?<<

*

"BAM, slaggin 'con and his flips.", Warpath cursed as he watched Darkride manage to avoid his shot, reloading his chamber with a sonic charge, "Let's see how you like one of my BA- what the?"

Warpath held his fire as Hex jumped right into his target.

"Why you little, WHAM what are you doing?", the tank bot hollered.

To Warpath's surprise Rodimus intervened by grabbing and taking Darkride elsewhere. It was all so strange, their leader hadn't mentioned anything about this in his earlier instructions. He then received the message from Saferoute about this turn of events.

>>I don't BLAM know what Rodimus and the others are doing, but there must be a good reason. Anyhow now's not the time to WHAM think too hard. We still got one 'con we gotta BANG take down before he warns the rest of them, right Hardhead buddy?<<

Warpath stopped in his treads as he watched Oil Slick shoot out a cloud of acid, obscuring Warpath's view of the chemist.

"Lousy slaggin' Decepti-goon! Stop hidin' and BLAM get what's good for ya!", Warpath hollered as he tried to lock onto his target.

After several astroseconds of frustration he finally heard a revving engine and wheels digging into the dirt.

"WHAM, trying to make a getaway, huh? Well BOOM not while Warpath is on your aft!", the crimson warrior yelled as he aimed at the sound and fired his sonic charge.

*

As Saferoute stood in the open she watched things progress. Though she still wanted an explanation on the plan, she had to agree with Warpath; there was another Decepticon right in front of her, and right now he was her main concern.

She grumbled as Oil Slick surrounding himself with the cloud of acid; she was already the worst shot on the team, and this wasn't helping at all. She fired several shots from her laser rifle into the cloud, but they were all futile.

"Slaggit, stop hiding!"

Soon her audio sensors picked up the sounds of a motorcycle; maybe he was looking to make an escape. Sure enough she saw the dirt kicking through the acid cloud, heading toward the nearby sea.

"You're not getting away that easy!"

Unable to run nearly fast enough, Saferoute transformed into her bus mode. Slowly, but surely she sped up, going in a straight line toward Oil Slick, firing her duel lasers at him.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Insidious » Tue Sep 18, 2012 9:15 am

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Approaching Shore

Despite the pain, Astrotrain had actually listened to the majority of Swindle's transmission. He wasn't usually as triggerhappy as Blitzwing nor as single-minded as Octane, wherever the slag he was right now, so he didn't tend to shoot first and ask questions later or have his mind on getting more fuel when someone was speaking.

Swindle made some valid points, but he could just as easily be trying to grease their skids so that he could take the credit for bringing them in after their little flirtation with insubordination.

That was the trouble with being a Decepticon--the need to remember that few, if any, were really looking out for your best interests and not their own. Ever.

"I don't know, Blitz. It's your call. I'm following your lead, for the...gah...time being," Astrotrain said, checking the ammunition levels in his weapon as another transmission blared through.

>>”Decepticons, we are under Autobot attack! Repeat, we are under Autobot attack! Approximately six Autobots are on the surface near the construction sight."<<

What in the Pit? Who was that, anyway? Astrotrain looked around. He could still hear weapons firing. In the heat of battle, he hadn't noticed anything else that might have been going on around him. Swindle's attempt at negotiation had opened up a moment of realization for the triple-changer, if nothing else.

"Wait...Autobots? Here?"
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Smokescreen85 » Tue Sep 18, 2012 9:50 am

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On Shore

Ricochet initially ignored Hex as the crazy mech stepped in closer to him. The young Autobot’s explanation as to what Rodimus was doing in the confines of the thicket with the sicko known as Darkride offered little to ease the marksman’s anger and built up aggression. “Rodimus could’ve taken care of him out here and in a much quicker fashion. He’s wasting time playing with that ‘Con!" The black and gold gunner then cast a glance towards Hex at the mention of the interrogator wanting to off-line him. “Yeah, I’ll bet. Him and most others, including my..."

The marksman’s words were cut short as he noticed Hex’s crossbow pointed in his direction. Ricochet immediately reacted to the potential threat and spun around to face the insane Autobot youth, quickly raising his weapon up and aiming it directly at his own comrade who appeared to not know which side he was really on. “What the slag do you think you’re doing, Hex, pointing that bow at me?! I suggest you lower it now before I blow your fraggin’ head off!!"

The gunner’s words fell on deaf audios as the screams finally died down and Hex suggested that he go take a look. Ricochet glared back at the young mech through the sights of his dart rifle, not wanting to let his guard down in the presence of a clearly deranged individual that claimed to be a fellow Autobot. “Perhaps I will, and I’ll be sure to let Rodimus know that you’re shrike-bat slag crazy while I’m at it! Now, don’t move an actuator or you’ll be dead before you hit the ground!"

Backing away from Hex, Ricochet carefully stepped into the wooded area that was now behind him until he came to a small clearing. The marksman then turned around to address the flame-covered Autobot only to see him standing with Darkride, the interrogator seemingly no worse for wear. “Rodimus, Hex has....." The gunner’s words once again trailed off as he noticed that the former cavalier’s hand was resting on the torturer’s shoulder as though he was a fellow comrade in arms. "...wait, what the frag are you doing!? I thought you were killing him and here you are welcoming the little slagger with open arms! Are you serious?!!"

Ricochet swung his rifle around and pointed it directly at both Rodimus and Darkride. “You’re no Prime, Hot Rod, not now, not ever!! You’re nothing more than a filthy traitor, and there’s only one way to deal with your kind!!!" Not waiting for an explanation, the enraged marksman opened fire, hoping to end the faux Prime’s reign before it had even begun.
_________

I understand, Master. It will be done!

Hardhead’s smile had widened as much as possible for a robotic lifeform. He was but mere astroseconds away from unleashing the Pit on these unsuspecting Cybertronians, both Autobot and Decepticon. They were a cancer that had spread across the galaxy and would even threaten the universe as a whole it they were not stamped out and obliterated once and for all.

The war veteran was pleased that one of his shards had at the very least grazed Oil Slick on the leg, but it had not been enough to bring down the chemical expert. This ‘Con was a slippery one to be sure as he expelled an acidic cloud to hide behind like the coward he and his kind really were. Transforming into motorcycle mode, the chemist made an attempt to escape into the sea, radioing his comrades as he went. Hardhead remained where he was and did nothing to stop the fleeing Decepticon as both Warpath and Saferoute were already on the attack.

>>”No, Saferoute, we are NOT taking prisoners! Destroy that ‘Con! Do not let him escape! Warpath, he may have already warned the rest of his brethren! Be prepared for more enemy troops coming from the sea!"<<

Once the comm line with the two Autobots had been severed, Hardhead let out a low chuckle. His intent was to keep their attentions on the waterline and not on himself or his brothers. The green herald had no intention of giving further aid to any Cybertronian regardless of the badge that they displayed oh so proudly. In fact, Hardhead could not wait to erase his own red symbol from his chestplate, forever severing the ties to his former existence.

Soon.

Bottom of the Yellow Sea

Long Haul had been left alone once the triplechangers had abandoned him. Thankfully, there were more than enough worker drones to continue the digging and loading of material into his truck bed. Yet again, the green transport lugged more dirt and debris away from the water-tight dome with the intention of dumping the load in the same spot he had deposited everything else thus far. He paid little attention to the Combaticons as they tried to stop the fleeing Astrotrain and Blitzwing. It was a small skirmish that mattered little to the heavy lifter. He had a menial job to do and he wasn’t going to let a few misbehaving mechs get in his way.

Then, the transmission from Oil Slick came down from above. Apparently, the creepy chemist was under Autobot attack up on the beach. How the slag did they find us?! Even Soundwave with all of his communications skills hasn’t yet located our new base and those idiots were able to? Long Haul stopped in his watery tracks and quickly unloaded his burden onto the seabed before transforming back into robot mode. He glanced upwards towards the surface while at the same time opening a comm line to Scrapper:

>>”Hey, Boss! Did you get that transmission from Oil Slick? We got Autobots up there. Should I stop what I’m doing and go help or just let the Combaticons handle things?<<"
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Ember » Tue Sep 18, 2012 7:45 pm

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On Shore

Hex’s smile broadened when Ricochet finally looked over in his direction and caught sight of the young herald holding his crossbow on him. The look on the gunner’s face was simply priceless. Hex wondered what it would look like once his head was removed from his body. Or even better, why not produce a head on a spike. Yes. Now that would be enticing.

“Oh come on, Ric, you honestly think I’ll fire on you? Please. We’re on the same side, remember?"

The smile on his face morphed into something entirely sinister. He wanted energon spilled and it was the gunner’s that he would get.

“Hang on I’m comin’ with! I wanna see just what Roddy did to that freak!"

Slowly Hex lowered his weapon and started after Ricochet. Oh what a surprise he would be graced with. And so there stood his Master with the newest addition to their fold. It was rather touching to those who were privy.

Upon the intrusion of their makeshift sanctuary both Rodimus and Darkride looked in the gunner’s direction. The Prime expressionless while Darkride wore a mask of desperation. He wanted to make his first kill…he needed to feel the life giving energon flow through his actuators.

“You are wrong, Ricochet. I am indeed a Prime. And I am the one who will free you."

Darkride let out a disturbing cackle as he and Hex watched their Master press forward…the plasma darts simply bouncing off the flame embossed chestplate. It was a power he had been holding back…and yet there were so many others that would come into play.

Rodimus stopped once in front of the black and gold mech and took hold of his weapon’s barrel. With little effort he gently pulled the rifle from Ricochet’s hands and placed it on his shoulder. He stared down into the shorter mech’s optics for a moment before he spoke.

“I am sorry, Ricochet. But the cleansing must commence. Hex…Darkride…kill him and dispose of the body."

The Prime flashed the gunner a grievous expression as he placed a hand on his shoulder. With a slight nod Hex and Darkride began their advance while their Master took several steps backward.

“Do not worry. The child and my interrogator will take very good care of you. In fact Darkride will be sure to make your death quite painful. Now, I must bid you farewell."

With those final words the mech who identified himself as Rodimus Prime vanished in a cloud of smoke. Teleportation...such a useful power. His final herald awaited and the Ultrax was his destination.

“I’ve been waiting for this. I told you I wanted to play. Do you still wanna play with me, Ricochet?"

Darkride let out a malicious laugh at Hex’s taunt before he and his brother descended on the unlucky Autobot.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Drop Bear » Fri Sep 21, 2012 3:50 am

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“My call, huh?" Blitzwing looked at Astrotrain. “Really?"

Truth be told, that was all he could manage. He didn't expect Astrotrain to simply relinquish his vote on the current situation and rely on Blitzwing to make the decision, essentially casting his vote for him. But that appeared to be the case.

For a moment, he wondered if Astrotrain was having him on, was getting back at the Triple Changer for all the jokes he had forced upon his comrade to listen to in the last vorn or so. There certainly were more than a few. And as good-natured as they were—and as his intentions were—perhaps Blitzwing had crossed the line in his quest to prove that he was the funniest fellow to ever serve the Decepticon empire.

Maybe Astrotrain, dominated by frustration and bordering on breaking point, had resolved to play a joke on him?

What now?

What on Cybertron was he thinking about? His friend, fed up, planning to exact a little revenge on him? Please. Save the paranoia for those who truly warranted it.

“Well," Blitzwing said. “I think we—"

A combination of beeps and flashes emitted from his comm-link, followed by a voice. Urgency could be detected in the dispatcher's tone. Gunfire could be heard haunting the background of the transmission.

>>”Decepticons, we are under Autobot attack! Repeat, we are under Autobot attack! Approximately six Autobots are on the surface near the construction sight."<<

A new development. How interesting. How very interesting.

He grinned. “I say we go kick the slag out of some Autobozos. What say you?"
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby #Sideways# » Fri Sep 21, 2012 11:37 am

Motto: "If the ends justify the means, then life is just about as meaningless to you than the cause you think so highly of."
Weapon: Rapid-Fire Sonic Shell Cannons
OOC: Uhh, Dev, it is called a construction site, not a construction sight.

Bottom of the Yellow Sea

Ramjet had felt a strike of frustration when Blitzwing, one of his closest friends, ignored him. What was wrong? Blitzwing had punched him, but never ignored him before.

"Was it something I said?" Ramjet asked his friend, half joking.

He then heard cannon fire, then the familiar whirl of artillery whizzing by one’s head. The moronic Combaticon, Brawl had just fired a few Stun Grenades toward them. Ramjet acted fast and leaped out of the way with a jolt of his Rocket-Boots, narrowly avoiding the blast radius of the Stun Grenades.

“Fraggit, Brawl, watch your fire!" Ramjet bellowed, swimming over the irate tank-former and landing on a tall rock formation.

It was then when the transmission came. The voice was a new one to Ramjet, and that was saying something. He had had a fight with just about everyone at least once in his life, and he was not one to forget his victories. But this signal was a warning; Autobots were attacking the construction site!

Ramjet looked about him and saw that he and the Triple-Changers were the only fliers that were at the construction site. Seeing that he was the only “Elite” Seeker there, it was only natural that he would take command of the sky. But the Autobots would surely be in the water sooner or later, and that would mean that Ramjet would lose his advantage. He had to act now.

>>Blitzwing and Astrotrain! We need to stop the Autobots from getting to the construction site! Take it to ‘em in the sky!<< Ramjet barked through the open comm.

And, with that, Ramjet leaped from his perch and swam until he breached the surface. He then Transformed and blasted upwards, leaving a bowl of displaced water behind. He checked his altimeter and decided that he was high enough, so he pitched downwards and saw the Autobots laying waste to the lingering Decepticons on the beach. Most notably was Darkride, who was (A little disturbingly) being dragged into the tree-line. It was then when he heard the gut-wrenching scream from the woods. Even the birds flew out of their trees at the sound. Ramjet felt a chill down his spine. It wouldn’t surprise Ramjet if the red mech actually killed Darkride.

Not that he cared anything about the creepy mech, but he did care about the apparent hardcore Autobots.

>>Autobots sighted; sending coordinates. Erm, I think that they might have killed Darkride.<< Ramjet said through the link with the Decepticons.

*****

Bottom of the Yellow Sea

Bonecrusher felt the weight of the adhesive that the now nervous Mixmaster was spraying. The demolitions expert then walked to the structure and placed the panel on the skeleton of a dome. Then, after the adhesive had dried, Bonecrusher picked up the next one and began to carry it back to the chemist.

“Yeah, I think so! Looks like… A Conehead!" Bonecrusher growled.

Then the signal came from Oil Slick, another chemist. Bonecrusher recognized his voice because he had heard Oil Slick and Darkride speaking earlier. It was incredible, really; Autobots had found them! Bonecrusher slammed the panel into the dirt and pulled out his mortar launchers.

“Where are they!? I’ll rip their arms off!" Bonecrusher snarled openly.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Cryhavok » Fri Sep 21, 2012 3:50 pm

Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
Bottom of the Yellow Sea

One ready, five more to go - Scrapper thought as he disconnected some the various monitoring and programming equipment he had connected to Scavenger. Hook had followed his designs to perfection and had even managed to increase the efficiency of some of Scavenger's new sub-systems from Scrapper's original calculations. Not by much but Scrapper counted it as a small victory for the Empire nevertheless. Working side by side with professionals like Hook allowed Scrapper to reach heights he could never have reached on his own. And while Scrapper was not going to voice it, the same went for Hook himself. The master surgeon simply lacked Scrapper's engineering ingenuity. But those hands of Hook's... Scrapper was ready to bet even the legendary Autobot CMO Ratchet couldn't hold a candle to his fellow Constructicon.

>>"Decepticons, we are under Autobot attack! Repeat, we are under Autobot attack! Approximately six Autobots are on the surface near the construction sight."<<


Just as Scrapper was preparing his equipment for the final touches with Scavenger's faux-maintenance operation, the transmission from Oil Slick came through. It truly seemed that the universe had again thrown a wrench to his plans. How in the name of Primus he was going to be able to finish Devastator with all these blasted interruptions?

>>"Hey, Boss! Did you get that transmission from Oil Slick? We got Autobots up there. Should I stop what I’m doing and go help or just let the Combaticons handle things?"<<


At least second transmission had come from one of his own, Scrapper thought as he prepared a reply for Long Haul in his mind. Neither he or Hook could engage the Autobots without endangering Scavenger's life and the Devastator project. And truth to be told, he'd rather keep Mixmaster working with his mixtures rather than sending the chemist to battle either. Same could not be said for Long Haul and Bonecrusher. They were both strong and tough, and had mindsets far better suited for combat than the rest of the Constructicons. He'd not hesitate to send them to bolster the ranks of their defences but he wanted to hear Onslaught's analysis of the situation first. The Combaticon strategist was simply far superior to him in situations like this and Scrapper had no reason to step on Onslaught's toes so to speak.

>>"We will wait for further instructions from Onslaught. However, we cannot ignore the possibility of having to engage the enemy. All Constructicons prepare for combat."<<
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Smokescreen85 » Sat Sep 22, 2012 8:54 am

Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
On Shore

Ricochet looked on in utter disbelief as his plasma darts simply bounced off of Rodimus' chestplate as though they were nothing more than mere sticks. Before the gunner knew it, the flame-covered mech was standing in front of him and had taken his rifle before ordering both Darkride and Hex to kill him, painfully in the interrogator’s case. Then, as if by magic, the former cavalier disappeared, leaving only a bit of smoke in his wake.

“What the slag?" Ricochet could only get out of his dumbfounded vocalizer. What the frag had just happened? Rodimus can teleport now as though he was Skywarp? What kind of nonsense was this and what other powers did the self-proclaimed Prime now have that he didn’t exhibit before? That mech was clearly not Hot Rod reborn. He was someone or something else entirely, and it scared the slag out of the marksman.

The black and gold gunner then quickly backed away as Hex and Darkride approached him with the intent of exterminating his spark. How the young 'Bot could go from hating the torturer one astrosec to working side by side with him the next was anyone’s guess. It just added to the already unbelievable nature of this entire scenario that he found himself trapped in.

“I’m not playing with anyone who sides with a ‘Con!" Ricochet yelled back at Hex, readying his shoulder-mounted cannon in the process. Without further delay, the marksman turned and ran back through the foliage until he came out onto the beach again. He then turned his sights back on the wooded area and unleashed a heavy barrage of powerful shells in a desperate attempt to stop or destroy the seemingly supernatural pair. Somehow, though, he felt that their power had become just as great as that of Rodimus. If that was the case, then his explosives would likely not stop them or they would simply avoid the destruction that was beginning to rain down onto the dense thicket.

Opening his comm line to the others, Ricochet tried to warn his comrades of the situation:

>>”Hardhead, Saferoute, Warpath! This is Ricochet! Rodimus and Hex have betrayed us! They have joined forces with Darkride and are trying to offline me! Rodimus also just teleported away to Primus only knows where after shrugging off dozens of my plasma darts like they were human toothpicks! There’s something very wrong here! Their power has increased dramatically! I need immediate assistance! "<<
_________

Not far away, Hardhead stood on the beach, watching as Ramjet soared by overhead. Soon more would arrive and then the fun would kick into high gear. The green warrior simply smiled at the thought of more Cybertronian trash entering the impending slaughter. How nice it would be to cleanse his actuators in their own energon. How very nice, indeed.

Hardhead’s smile morphed into a full on laugh as he received Ricochet’s transmission for help. The war veteran turned towards the gunner’s position near the edge of the sand and opened a return comm line with the doomed Autobot marksman:

>>”I’m afraid, Ricochet, that your doom was written the moment you were forged. Like all Cybertronians, there is no escaping your fate. Now, be a good little mech and die at the hands of my brothers!"<<

With his message sent, Hardhead returned his attention to both Saferoute and Warpath, who were still attempting to stop Oil Slick from escaping. Knowing that his brothers would appear through the fires very soon, the green herald saw no reason to put off the inevitable any longer. Thus, Hardhead transformed into his Stryker armored vehicle mode and pointed his 120mm cannon in the bus-former’s direction before opening fire. With a volley of highly explosive shells heading directly towards the yellow femme, the veteran soldier quickly rotated his turret around until his sights were then set on the crimson tank. Hardhead opened fire once more, hoping to quickly eliminate two Autobots with a single, well-timed attack that neither one of them would see coming.
_________

As the fires from his artillery bombardment consumed the wooded area in front of him, Ricochet received a very unexpected response from Hardhead. It seemed that the war veteran was also a traitor to their cause, but there was much more to his words than simple Decepticon rhetoric. There was a sheer hatred in his vocals for anything Cybertronian, regardless of the side they fell on. Perhaps a third faction had formed that sought the destruction of both ‘Con and ‘Bot. Regardless, things had just gone from worse to absolute horrible in the blink of an optic.

Ricochet backed further away from the burning thicket and turned to see that Hardhead had now opened fire on both Saferoute and Warpath. It appeared that those two were not traitors and thus were his only hope for survival. Opening a comm line to his fellow Autobots, the marksman sent another warning:

>>"Saferoute, Warpath, incoming! Hardhead is a traitor, too!"<<
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Insidious » Sat Sep 22, 2012 9:31 am

Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Bottom of the Yellow Sea

Even in the midst of this little altercation, Onslaught hoped that Swindle's tactic bore some results. He had no desire to engage in combat with other Decepticons but he would do what needed to be done to preserve order in this already uncertain and chaotic period of their empire's history. If that meant incapacitating, or offlining altogether, a couple of insubordinate triple-changers then so be it.

More than one of the blasts pelted Onslaught's armored hide, but it did little noticeable damage at this point. The Combaticon Commander was readying a second volley when a new transmission had come in. One that immediately overrode everything that currently occupied Onslaught's attention.

Autobots? Here? They had installed early warning systems. They were obviously not in the most ideal location to achieve optimum functionality, but they still should have proved sufficient...

How in the slag...?

Their location had been compromised. That much was obvious. To what extent, Onslaught did not know, but he had to assume that if the Autobots knew it was entirely possible that everyone now knew what was being built down here. Onslaught would be damned if he was going to give it up without a fight.

>>"Disengage and regroup at the site. Activate and utilize all resources. Those without sufficient artillery will support those with. Time to test out those terrain defenses! Dig in and blow away anything that tries to take this from us!"<< Onslaught transmitted on the open-Decepticon frequency. Security of the signal was the last thing on his mind now. He could care less who might overhear. It wouldn't matter anyway if they ended up losing all the progress they had made to some Autobot raid. >>"Does anyone have visuals? Who's doing this?"<<

Onslaught slammed his gears in to reverse and began to backtrack towards the construction site. If Blitzwing and Astrotrain decided to listen to Swindle's reasoning, as well as the call of any Decepticon to respond to an Autobot threat, he might be a little more lenient when it came time to deal with their burst of disobedience. If not, well, then they would be the next mechanoids he would make a special point to see hunted down and brought to justice. Decepticon justice.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Wreck 'n Rule » Sun Sep 23, 2012 9:53 pm

Motto: "I can totally prove that I'm not a zombie! Just lean over hear, and let me take a little nibble out of your brains."
Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
On Shore

Saferoute continued driving along the shore, but she was too far behind Oil Slick to stop the Decepticon chemist or even see if any of her shots hit. She was determined to stop him, though. Just then she was startled by the sound of multiple large explosions coming from behind her- Decepticon reinforcements? Then she recieved a disturbing message from Ricochet, Rodimus and Hex had betrayed them, and they possessed some sort of supernatural powers.

"What?", she exclaimed as she put on the breaks, "Did he burn out a processor or something?"

As the busformer came to a complete stop she got a better look of the area behind her from where she heard the explosions- and to her horror saw the wooded area they'd travelled through burning.

"Primus no!", she shouted, "There shouldn't have been any native casualties!"

Slowly but surely she turned her bus mode around toward the fires. Slag attacking the Decepticons, there were innocent Earth creatures in danger!

But just as she started in that direction she received a warning from the marksman- Hardhead was a traitor and was firing on them.

"Oh slag!", she yelled as the warning was confirmed when she heard the sound of Hardhead's cannon firing.

To slow to drive away to avoid the shells, Saferoute transformed back to robot mode, laying on the ground as low as she possibly could in the hopes they would fly right over her. Covering her arms over her head and into the sand, she felt two shells whiz right over her, much to her relief. That relief was very short lived, as a third shell hit her armor where the front of her bus mode stuck out from her shoulders.

Her scream was drowned out by the explosion as she felt the metal armor and glass shatter, scorching heat burning portions of her back that weren't directly hit as she was pushed deeper into the ground. It felt even worse then the burns she got in El Dorado.

She lay on the ground for several astroseconds to make sure he was done firing at her.

Saferoute put her arms out from over her head, and looked around to get her bearings. Ricochet was right that Hardhead had betrayed them, as now the green warrior was firing on Warpath. Hopefully that would give her enough time to find some cover.

She spotted Ricochet, but he seemed to be standing out in the open, not where she wanted to be. A couple hundred yards to her right she noticed a dune, not the best cover, but it was better than laying in the open like she was right now.

Come on, fight the pain, fight the pain....

Ignoring the burning she felt on her back, Saferoute got herself up- thankfully her motor functions were intact. Biting her lip she ran as best she could, clumsily tripping every so often in her rush, painstakingly making her way to the dune. Reaching the top she stumbled down behind it.

"ARGH, SLAGGIT!", she yelled in pain as she landed with her back against the cover. Looking over she waved at the marksman to get over to her position.

>>Ricochet, I'm hit but I'm not slagged yet. Now stop standing and staring and get over here, you're just making yourself a target!<<

*

Warpath's treads creaked as his engine roared, the crimson tank making his presence known on the battlefield. Still pursuing Oil Slick, he scoffed at the marksman's warning about Rodimus and Hex.

>>BLAM, yeah right, Ricochet. You're WHAM probably just whining because Rodimus wouldn't listen to one of your ideas. Give it a BANG rest, ya' drama drone!<<

Warpath loaded an explosive shell into his cannon as he rolled ahead, looking for Oil Slick or any other Decepticon target.

"POW, come out, come out, whereever you are!", Warpath taunted, "Guess those Decepti-slaggers are BLAM too scared to face Warpath and his good buddy Hardhe-"

Warpath was interrupted by another message from Ricochet, this time about the veteran soldier he was about to name.

"BANG, oh that's rich.", Warpath said to himself, "There's no SLAGGIN' way my pal Hardhead would-"

Warpath stopped in his tracks as he looked over to his friend, and practically went into shock when he saw the green armored vehicle fire on the busformer.

>>Hardhead what the- what the slag are you DOING!?!<<

Before the crimson tank got a response he saw his friend's turret turn to toward him and fire. With no time to think Warpath quickly aimed his own cannon at Hardhead's shots and fired. Halfway between the two warriors came a large explosion as Warpath's explosive shell collided with Hardhead's own artillery. Warpath transformed back into robot mode as he felt force from the explosion. Any other time he'd be bragging about how his superior accuracy saved him, but he wasn't in any mood.

As the smoke cleared, Warpath ran right toward the green armored vehicle. This was his friend, a warrior he had spilled oil with in battle, and laughed about it later over mugs of energon. To say he felt betrayed would be an understatement.

As he got close enough the crimson warrior loaded his chamber with another explosive round. His optics burned as he went right up to the veteran warrior and stood directly in front of him.

"WHAT IS YOUR SLAGGIN' PROBLEM!?!", Warpath yelled, as he stomped his foot right onto the front of Hardhead's vehicle mode, "YOU TRANSFORM RIGHT NOW, LOOK ME RIGHT IN THE OPTICS AND TELL ME WHAT THE FRAG IS GOING ON!!!"
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Ember » Mon Sep 24, 2012 7:53 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
On Shore

Hex reveled in the knowledge that Ricochet was too confused to make any sense of the situation that had been unfolding right under everyone’s’ noses. Such delicious irony. Hex let out a haughty laugh as he edged even closer to his intended target.

“Aw come on, Ricochet. I can assure you that Darkride will play nice. In fact he’s even willing to let you pick the game!"

At his young brother’s taunt Darkride let out an evil laugh. How he’d enjoy tearing this one apart.

He’s mine. So no ideas! Buuuut I will let you play with at least one part of him…how about his head?

The silent communication from Hex had Darkride releasing another dark chuckle…it ended abruptly when both heralds noted that their prey was making an escape. The interrogator smile faded into a deep frown right before he lowered into a crouch and took off after Ricochet’s retreating form. Close behind was the youngest of the pack belonging to Rodimus.
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Hex had emerged from the tree line just as Darkride sprinted off after Ricochet. The young mech let out a growl but it was quickly squelched when he caught sight of their warrior herald fire on the remaining oppressors. Warpath and Saferoute. Hardhead had such a way with that cannon of his. The thought of the last Autobots’ sparks being extinguished by their hands was so very intoxicating.

It was then that he realized that the other ‘Bots stuck on those two ships shouldn’t be left out of the whole fray. After all the more opponents the more dead bodies. A sight he couldn’t pass up.

>>"Prowl! Or whoever the hell is in charge! It’s Hex! A bunch of us followed Rodimus down planet side! We found the ‘Cons but we’re takin’ a beating! You gotta send reinforcements like yesterday! These are our coordinates!"<<

Now that his desperate message had been sent Hex turned his focus on Saferoute whom he spotted trying, as best as her bulky form would allow, taking cover behind a large sand dune. He let out an amused chuckle as he recalled hardhead’s artillery shell grazing and burning her back plating. It must have hurt like the Pit.

Hex glanced around the area and took off around the perimeter of the tree line occasionally ducking in behind some shrubbery, until he stopped to the bus-former’s right.

“You know you can’t hide from us don’t you, Saferoute?"
____

The interrogator was fast, but he was certainly much faster now. From the border surrounding the shore Darkride had lowered into a crouch and took off at high speed after the Autobot Gunner. He was already ordered by his brother that he had no right to take his life, instead he could play with him…and Darkride had several games he wished to show Ricochet.

Even while closing in on his target Darkride could hear the communique Hardhead had sent to their former comrade. The interrogator let out a chuckle as he closed in on his target who would no doubt be stunned by the sudden revelation that not only had this small insignificant group been duped but so had both factions.

An animalistic growl was the only sound made before Darkride moved to take down Ricochet.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Smokescreen85 » Wed Sep 26, 2012 6:45 pm

Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
(OOC: The outcome of the confrontation between Hardhead and Warpath was agreed upon by both players.)

On Shore

Hardhead smiled when Warpath managed to blast his shells right out of the air. The crimson warrior had skills, without a doubt. However, those skills would only delay the inevitable outcome of this confrontation between old friends, an outcome that would see the tank-former lying in ruins beneath the green herald’s sheer fury. “Nice shot, ‘Path," the war veteran replied as he transformed back to robot mode in order to meet his former comrade faceplate to faceplate on the battlefield they now found themselves on. He could see the rage in Warpath’s optics as he demanded to know what was going on.

“What’s going on?" Hardhead rhetorically asked, staring the crimson mech directly in the optics. “The destruction of you and every other Cybertronian in the Universe, that’s what’s going on!" Using his right hand, the green herald then grabbed a hold of Warpath’s chest cannon and swiftly bent it downward until it was at a ninety degree angle. The previously loaded shell could not fire now, not that it could really do any harm to the war veteran. The former Autobot smiled as he then delivered a powerful head butt to Warpath’s faceplate, knocking the red mech backwards and down to the sand. Wasting no time, Hardhead was on top of him in one swift motion before the tank-former could even react.

“My dear Warpath, your end has come," Hardhead growled as he began to pummel his former comrade in the faceplate with closed fists. The green herald did not need his shatterblasters in order to shatter his opponent. His master had given him all the power he could ever need to wipe clean the scourge of the Cybertronian race. After repeated hits to the faceplate, Warpath’s head was left a mangled mess, but he was still functional. Not for long, Hardhead mused as he grabbed ahold of the crimson warrior’s cranium with both hands and easily ripped it off of his body, leaving the tank-former decapitated with energon pouring from the neck stump.

Hardhead then stood back up and lifted the severed cranial unit up to optic level. “Now you and Howlstrike have something in common. Heh heh," the green herald chuckled before tossing the head aside and turning his attention to the rest of the slaughter that was beginning to take shape all around him. With Hex’s message sent to those in orbit, more Autobots would soon arrive along with more Decepticons from the sea. Once that occurred, even more energon would be spilled in the most grisly of fashion.
_________

Ricochet was dismayed that neither Saferoute nor Warpath seemed to take his warnings seriously. It was their loss as the expert marksman was not about to go out of his way in order to convince his comrades of who they could or could not trust. They would find out for themselves soon enough, and it would ultimately be their funeral if they didn’t want to believe the truth until it was too late.

>>”Suit yourselves."<<

The gunner’s message had no sooner been sent when both of his comrades quickly realized that he had been right and found themselves under attack by Hardhead. The bus-former took an immediate hit while the crimson tank managed to knock the incoming shells out of the air before transforming and angrily confronting his old “friend”. Good luck with that, Ricochet thought as he noticed that Saferoute had managed to fight through the pain and get to cover a short distance away, suggesting that the marksman do the same.

>>”I know what I’m doing, sweetspark, I...."<<

Ricochet’s transmission was cut short by the sound of a vicious growl that drew the gunner’s attention back to the burning foliage where he saw that both Hex and Darkride had emerged unscathed. It was an unbelievable sight to be sure as any normal Autobot or Decepticon would’ve been fried, but somehow these two managed to survive with no damage whatsoever to show for it. It was like magic or perhaps some special kind of shielding. Either way, the black and gold mech needed to find a way around this protection if he was going to make it out of this with his spark still intact.

As Hex headed off towards Saferoute’s location, the interrogator ran directly at Ricochet, himself, the sharpshooter turning to face his oncoming attacker. With his rifle confiscated by that thing called Rodimus, the gunner only had his shoulder-mounted cannon to play with. It would do, espcially considering that a more powerful weapon was needed in order to make a simple dent against these super-charged mechanoids. Plasma darts were simply not going to be good enough.

“You want a piece of me, Darkride?!" Ricochet taunted his quickly approaching adversary. “Well, come and get me you filthy piece of slag!!" The black and gold marksman lined up his sights and unleashed a volley of over two dozen explosive shells, hoping that the torturer would have no place to go as hellfire rained down all around him.

Dodge that, glitch!
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