- 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
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!!!"