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Sea of Change

Earth is a beautiful planet, lush with life, overflowing with energy and ripe for the taking. The Decepticons want to conquer it and harness that energy for their own purposes. The Autobots want to keep it out of Decepticon hands. This forum contains their battles and struggles all across the planet.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.
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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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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Cryhavok » Thu Sep 27, 2012 10:00 am

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

>>"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! Does anyone have visuals? Who's doing this?"<<


While Autobots having found their base wasn't exactly good news, Brawl was positively delighted to hear about this new development of the situation. It allowed him to do what he loved to do. The one thing he was good at. Fight. And this time he didn't have to try avoid damaging the opponent. In fact, blowing the enemy to smithereens was now the preferred course of action.

Hearing Onslaught's orders spurred Brawl to action. He did not think, he just acted. Just like Onslaught had indoctrinated him to do. Hitting his gears to reverse, Brawl backed down into one of the firing positions he had dug around the base perimeter earlier and pre-loaded his turret with explosive shells. Now he just needed targets or at least the general direction where to deploy his firepower. But for that he needed coordinates.

Luckily enough Brawl didn't have to wait for the coordinates for long. Ramjet had taken into the air and managed to quickly provide the general position of the enemy. That was all the information Brawl needed. Until Onslaught would pick him a target, he'd just randomly slug explosive shells at the Autobots. Given how he had enough firepower to do indirect damage even if his shells would not find their intended targets - this was something he could afford to do . And what came to Darkride, the creepy interrogator - if he even was alive anymore - was nothing but collateral damage as far the Combaticon heavyweight was concerned.

And so, Brawl spearheaded the Decepticon artillery units by opening fire towards the bots at the shore while other 'cons without ability to fire in arches like Ramplate prepared for the possibility of the Autobots trying to make a charge towards the Decepticon base.

_____________________________


Around the same time as Brawl began his artillery barrage, Scrapper decided to split his unit at least for now. Bonecrusher and Long Haul would be the most welcome additions to the defensive forces. Both were strong and tough and yearned for the opportunity to take combat duty anyway. The rest of the Constructicons were to continue their work for now at least.

>>"Bonecrusher, Long Haul - join up with our defense forces and follow Onslaught's orders for now! I will update you even the situation changes, Scrapper out!"<<

Having sent the transmission, Scrapper turned his attention towards Hook who was still working on Scavenger. "How long until you are done with Scavenger?"
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Wreck 'n Rule » Fri Sep 28, 2012 4:17 am

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Oh Shore

Warpath kept his cannon aimed squarely at Hardhead as the war veteran transformed to robot mode. When he had decided to join Rodimus and the others to attack the Decepticons, the crimson warrior believed he and Hardhead would be fighting side by side, taking down the Decepticons with their firepower and great strength. The last thing he would have thought he'd be doing was having to fire on his old war buddy.

Hardhead's words were a complete shock to Warpath- the destruction of every Cybertronian in the Universe? Those were not words he would expect from any Autobot, let alone one he'd fought beside so many times.

Before the crimson warrior had the chance to reply, the green mech had took hold of his cannon with one hand and bent the front half pointing down, making Warpath's only weapon completely useless. The tankformer didn't have an astrosecond to contemplate the ruining of his recently rebuilt cannon when he got a vicious headbutt right to the face, sending him down.

Just as soon as the Warpath hit the ground, Hardhead was already right on top of him, proclaiming it was the end for Warpath. The green mech then proceeded to pound the tank-bot's faceplate hard, repeatedly, and without mercy. Warpath had seen the war veteran fight Decepticons many times, but he never seen him attack an enemy so brutally . With each hit Warpath's faceplate caved and buckled until it was a broken mess, his vision becoming blurred by the damage his optics were starting to take as well as the repeated damage warnings that were brought up by his diagnostics computer. Each pound he took hurt, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as the fact that it was coming from a mech he had long trusted and relied on in the field of battle.

When Hardhead stopped his assault, there was little that Warpath could do. His arms and legs flailed about as he tried to mount some kind of escape or attack, but with all the damage his cerebral circuits had taken there little strength or coordination in any of his movements. By now he had taken so much damage to the head, now a mangled mess of broken armor plating, cracked circuits, splattered energon and wires, that he hardly felt anything.

"yerrr......yerrrrrrrrr nnnnnnnn,", was all that Warpath could weakly spit out from his broken vocal processor, just before Hardhead ripped his broken head from the rest of his body with little effort. It was an indescribable pain, followed by a feeling of complete numbness as his systems could do nothing but fail.

ye're......not.......Hard......head......, was the last think Warpath could think while his sensors sputtered offline, as his former war buddy lifted his head up and laughed, only to toss it aside as if it were just another piece of garbage. As his body flailed around without direction before shutting down from the loss of energon gushing out of his neck, Warpath went completely offline just before his head hit the ground.

*

Saferoute had pulled out her laser rifle as she got the response from Ricochet- not the response she wanted to hear though, and if they both lived this whole mess she would make sure to slap him for calling her 'sweetspark'. But that was the last thing she could think of. She cautiously moved to the edge of cover, to see what was happening with the two warriors still out in the open. Her jaw dropped as she just managed to see Hardhead rip Warpath's head off with little effort.

Oh no, Warpath! They're not slagging around here, and none of the other Autobots even know where we are! Oh slaggit I'm an idiot for getting involved in all this, what was I thinking?

The busformer was quickly caught by surprise as Hex made his presence known, having snuck right next to her. Startled she quickly turned toward the young mech, aiming her rifle right at his head.

"Don't move!", she threatened, "Who says I'm hiding?"

Saferoute stood up as tall as she could, in a vain attempt to intimidate Hex with her larger size. She looked over him, remembering the earlier warning from Ricochet about Hex and the other backstabbers being more powerful. She had already seen the war veteran Hardhead rip Warpath apart without straining a servo, so it may well have been more than just an overreaction from the marksman. But as far as Saferoute could tell there wasn't any significant physical difference in the young mech in front of her.

"So this was all just a trap for us from the beginning, wasn't it?", she asked as she kept her finger close to her gun's trigger, "I should have known something was rotten if you were a part of it, Unicron's Spawn!"

Saferoute began to shake her head in disbelief. She had come down here to fight Decepticons, in retaliation for all the innocent lives they had killed, especially those in El Dorado. Regardless of how much of a punk he was or how many times she'd wanted to slap him for oft-handed remarks, she never thought she would have to fight a fellow Autobot. As much as she hated to think it, this would have been easier for her if some Earth creature were in danger.

"You know what the worst part is? There was actually a few times that I thought there was a good bot in you. If a decent mech like Axle would take you under his wing, then you couldn't be all bad, right?", with a little of disgust, she aimed her rifle even more carefully at Hex's cranial chamber, "I'll bet that's what you're really looking forward too, isn't it? When you see the look on Axle's face when he finds out what a complete piece of slag you are."

She shook her head, she couldn't hesitate. This wasn't an Autobot anymore, this was a traitor and an enemy. And he was much faster than she was, so if she was going to do anything she had to do it while he was still close. He audio sensors began to pick up the sound of explosions, hitting different areas around them. It was probably enemy artillery, Decepticon reinforcements. If she wanted to survive she needed to take him out now, before they were too heavily outnumbered.

Saferoute didn't have anything more to say. Gritting her teeth, she resisted the urge to shut her optics, and fired right at Hex's head.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Insidious » Sat Sep 29, 2012 9:27 am

Weapon: Oxidating Laser
On Shore

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

Astrotrain wasn't exactly sure what to make of Ramjet's little burst of...what was that, anyway? Leadership? Odd. Or maybe not. Maybe with Megatron out of the picture, everyone who had even half an inkling of carrying the Decepticon banner was going to try to do it.

Blitzwing, for his part, had decided that the better course of action was to shift gears and start attacking whatever Autobots were here instead of their fellow Decepticons who were trying to prevent their departure. Eh. Might as well.

"All right. Autobots it is. It's what we always come back around to, right?" Astrotrain said, activating the thrusters in his feet and lifting himself slowly in to the air even as energy blasts continued to burst through the water around them. Ramjet's course of action seemed as good as any.

This next part was going to hurt. He could already feel it.

Getting himself some aerial momentum, he transformed in to his shuttle mode--grunting in pain as he did so, from the damage that he had already sustained--and fired off another burst of thruster energy. He wouldn't keep pace with a Seeker like Blitzwing pretty much could, but he could do his part.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Drop Bear » Thu Oct 04, 2012 4:55 am

Motto: "Face it: we're doomed."
Weapon: Black Magic
On Shore

Swindle had sent him a transmission. Oil Slick had sent him a transmission—though to be fair, it was a general message dispatched to all Decepticons within a certain vicinity. But it still counted, as far as Blitzwing was concerned. And now Ramjet, of all mechs, had sent him a transmission.

Quite the hive of activity, their “secret” location had become. Even though Swindle's transmission pertained to the Triple Changers' escape and how he claimed he could free Blitzwing and Astrotrain from their predicament, the other two contained startling information relating to the Autobots and their unexpected visit. All messages were linked to violence in one way or another.

So, as Blitzwing thought, quite the hive of activity. And not the sort beneficial to the construction of their base. Their secret base, that was. Tucked away in a secret location. Being steadily built in secret.

Blitzwing would have loved to have made a grand joke out of that, if it weren't for the fact that their current situation required a serious approach. It rankled him immensely to admit it, but these Autobots, however small in number, could do some damage. They could destroy what progress had been achieved on their headquarters thus far. They could even take out a few of his comrades if the opportunity presented itself.

Blitzwing knew all the advantages the element of surprise possessed; he himself had favourably employed them many times before on the battlefield, success synonymous with the carnage he wrought. But the Autobots were not going to exploit them on this pitiful foray of theirs. Because they had been discovered. And they were going to be annihilated for their insolence.

Still, that didn't mean Blitzwing couldn't have a little fun while engaged in conflict. Contrary to popular belief, it wasn't all business, especially when one viewed fighting how he did. Oh, no.

The commando smirked as Astrotrain agreed with his proposed idea. Good old Astrotrain. He was incapable of letting Blitzwing down.

When his friend transformed into shuttle mode, Blitzwing quickly took to the air and also transformed, his physique fluidly shifting and shaping into an F-15E Strike Eagle. A decent battle awaited him.

“Time to frag up some Autobozos!"
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Marcus Rush » Thu Oct 04, 2012 2:18 pm

Weapon: Automatic Acid-Pellet Gun
On Shore

Vortex bobbed briefly as his sensors took in the descent of rubble from the impact sites where his water twisters had bombarded the cliff face. While he had not made direct contact, he knew his actions had placed a fear into the back of the processors of the Triple Changers. Disobey and feel the full force of the hurricane, it was a simple approach that did not require refinement... much to his dissatisfaction. But it was still effective.

Cutting his station keeping props, Vortex allowed himself to release what ballast he had and drifted up to the surface of the tumultuous sea. His primary rotor spun at its full force to push a mass of water down as he dried out his internal engines and intakes. Once his readings were in the clear, the Combaticon copter released his air break and shot up nearly a dozen feet over the next crashing wave. His sensors pinged the slightly stunned Triple Changers who had each halted their mad dash to freedom.

Vortex pivoted on his keel and headed over towards the duo, his weapons hidden yet armed, ready for potential confrontation with the two larger Decepticons. There was something to be said for being smarter than the average brute,

He pegged a channel to the Triple Changers just as the first burst of laser and cobalt fire erupted in the near distance where some of the patrol units had been stationed. His sensors immediately swung over to detect a bevy of enemy signals on the far perimeter. "Autobots? Here... Scrap it. Ever get that feeling Starscream is some how responsible for their detecting this location?" He spoke into the open channel to all Decepticons who were now connected to the primary combat link.

The interrogator swung back and forth and secured the airspace, at least the Autobots failed to bring air cover. That would make wiping them out all the easier. His weapons emerged from their under carriage and locked into their pivoting turret positions. The Combaticon sent a charge of energy into his turbine and launched toward the heaviest battle zones.

As he approached the skirmish where the Autobot Tanks were laying down something, Vortex fired two thermal rockets from his launcher pods and then gave them a boost with a burst of concentrated air funnels. "You Autobots are fools for trying to take on us with only a handful of scrap piles."
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Ember » Thu Oct 04, 2012 7:59 pm

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

How amusing. The thought quickly filled Darkride’s processor as he watched the expression on Ricochet’s face give away his thoughts…he looks so overwhelmed with confusion. I will have to clarify things for him.

Darkride kept up his speed quickly closing the distance between him and the Autobot gunner. The childish taunts bounced off the torturer’s hide as if they were nothing. What Darkride did not want bouncing off of his light exterior was the life blood that flowed through this particular mech’s body.

Thoughts of Ricochet flailing beneath him…energon and oil and lubricants splattering over him in unrecognizable shapes…those thoughts had the interrogator literally salivating. With a broad frothy smile Darkride watched while the black and gold mech raised his weapon and let loose a barrage of just over two dozen explosive shells.
So very amusing.

The hellfire that rained down upon his location hardly gave him pause but it also provided Darkride with plenty of cover what with the dirt and debris that the explosions kicked up. Darkride slowed his progress giving him enough time to change his direction and lunge forward.

From the plume of dust the slim Decepticon leapt forth optics blazing a deep crimson…teeth bared…clawed hands extended.

Darkride’s leap got him close enough to swipe out with his left hand. If he was actually as close as he hoped he would slice open a gaping wound in Ricochet that would probably never heal. What fun.
____

As soon as Saferoute turned to face him Hex threw up his hands and feigned surprise. With his optics wide and his body quivering the young mech stammered back slightly.

“Wait! Don’t! Please!"

Thankfully, for the bus-former, she held off long enough to spew forth some sort of monologue. Why was it when someone has the perfect opportunity to kill an opponent they suddenly become engrossed in their own voice and fail to off their enemy? So stupid.

Hex was only half listening as he flashed Saferoute a surprised look and shook his head. He quickly stopped his head’s movement when she mentioned Axle. This was terrible…her using his guardian as some kind of road block. As though just hearing the medic’s name would somehow end this whole ordeal.

The surprised look on Hex’s face quickly faded and was replaced by a broad evil smile. The young mech slowly lowered his hands and shook his head lightly from side to side.

“You know what I’m really looking forward to? I’m looking forward to seeing his face in my hands after I tear it from his cranium."

The smile on his face grew wider as he stepped forward. The shot that Saferoute fired was easily dodged by just tilting his head ever so slightly to the right. Even after the shot had been fired Hex kept advancing until he was standing only inches from the barrel of her rifle.

Hex let his smile falter as he gazed up at the femme. His optics met hers as he slowly took hold of the gun’s barrel, keeping it steady, and pressed his forehead against it.

“Please, Saferoute. Help me."

He made sure to modulate his vocalizer to simulate the sound of a scared young mech desperate for help. The rouse…play on her sympathies; make her believe that he’s not in control of his own faculties…that he wasn’t responsible for what he’d been doing. After he gained her trust then, and only then, would he tear her apart…slowly.

“Please! I just…I just want it…I just want it to stop!"
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Smokescreen85 » Sat Oct 06, 2012 2:04 pm

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

Ricochet watched as his shells detonated all around the approaching Darkride, consuming the interrogator in a large cloud of sand and debris. Surely, the torturer wouldn’t be able to dodge all of those explosions and would be brought down in a crumpled heap of burning scrapmetal. Unfortunately, the gunner’s view of his target was now obscured by the cloud, but that didn’t prevent his imagination from running wild with delightful glee. However, that premature happiness was short lived as Darkride leapt from the plum of dust with the intent of inflicting a deep wound somewhere on the expert marksman’s framework utilizing a set of razor sharp claws.

“Holy slag!!" Ricochet exclaimed as he attempted to jump back, but his own leap wasn’t quite good enough as he felt Darkride’s nails slash across the flame decoration that adorned his chestplate. The gunner toppled backwards, landing on his aft with a thud. Wasting no time, the black and gold mech immediately rolled over before scrambling to his feet. Glancing briefly down at the wound, Ricochet could tell that the damage appeared to be moderate and didn’t penetrate any vital parts underneath. It bled energon, but not enough to drain him dry any time soon.

The marksman looked back up and glared over at his supernatural adversary. “There’s no way a normal ‘Con could’ve survived that kind of bombardment without any injuries to show for it. And you did so twice now! What the frag are you, Darkride?" Not caring if he got an answer or not, Ricochet’s processor quickly formulated his next move and it was one he hated doing regardless of the situation.

Realizing that he was too close to Darkride to use his shoulder cannon again, and was otherwise weaponless, the gunner had no other choice but to retreat. Ric was a sharpshooter, after all, not a melee fighter. He was simply no match for the sheer speed and agility of the super-powered interrogator. The black and gold mech needed to get distance between himself and his target and the only way to do that was to run.

With the other Decepticons approaching from the sea and already firing at them, the only direction Ricochet could go was further inland. Putting one foot in front of the other as quickly as he could, the black and gold mech turned and ran until he was finally off of the beach and onto solid ground again. It was then that he transformed into his Porsche 997 Turbo alt mode and sped even further away from the torturer. It didn’t take long for Ricochet to spot the entrance of a cave, the same one that the Constructicons had previously dug out and used for a short time as a storage chamber. Of course, the gunner had no inkling of the cave’s history nor did he care. It was a place of refuge to him and nothing more.

Racing towards the makeshift cavern, Ricochet hoped that he could reach cover in time before Darkride eventually caught up to him.
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Hardhead watched in amusement as Ricochet’s bombardment did nothing to stop Darkride from his advance, leaving the gunner with little choice but to tuck tail and run away like a cowardly simpleton. Soon all Cybertronians would run and hide just like the marksman, but it would do none of them any good. Their fates were sealed and all would ultimately become one with oblivion. It was simply a matter of time and patience.

Letting out a low chuckle, Hardhead smiled and nodded his head at Darkride. The chase was one, but the war veteran had no intention of giving aid to his fellow herald as there was really no need to. The interrogator could handle things well enough on his own and the green warrior fully expected him to come back with Ricochet’s head, along with other parts of his anatomy, as souvenirs. The gunner’s cranium, especially, would go nicely alongside Warpath’s own severed noggin. What a set they would make, one that would expand into an entire collection as more and more Cybertronians fell to the heralds' power.

Turning his attention towards the Yellow Sea, Hardhead watched as more Decepticons approached the beach with the intent to engage them. Most came by air, disguised as Earthen military and space vehicles, while others fired at them from the depths of the sea. Cowards, like the fleeing Autobot gunner that would soon meet his maker. One ‘Con in the form of a helicopter opened fire on the shore, a pair of thermal rockets streaking towards their intended destination. One of the projectiles was heading directly for the green herald’s position.

Making no attempt to move out of the way, Hardhead transformed back into his Stryker Armored Vehicle mode and let loose a single shell from his cannon. Within moments, the explosive struck its target, destroying the missile in a fiery, mid-air display as the other one headed for a different part of the beach. The war veteran then opened fire again, sending three additional shells directly at the approaching Vortex, another interrogator but one without the benefits of being a herald.

Bottom of the Yellow Sea

>>”You got it, boss!"<< Long Haul responded in a simple transmission to Scrapper before transforming back into dump truck mode and finding a place in one of the trenches that the Combaticons had dug around the construction site earlier. Onslaught’s orders were to dig in and that’s exactly what the green transport was going to do. While Long Haul was known mostly for being a heavy lifter, he also carried a rather impressive dual rocket launcher while in vehicle mode, one that could fire heat-seeking missiles from a reasonable distance.

Those launchers were now deployed on either side of the green Caterpillar 775G dump truck with Long Haul taking careful aim at the shoreline. He was an above-average shot when it came to accuracy, so there was an excellent chance that he would at least hit the beach. Of course, the enemy’s heat signatures would guide the transporter’s rockets the rest of the way, thus improving his chances of making a kill. Unfortunately, any ‘Cons that were also in the area were susceptible to potential friendly fire, but it was a risk that needed to be taken in order to protect the partially completed base.

With his sights set, Long Haul unleashed four heat-seekers that quickly ascended from the depths of the sea and broke the water’s surface, heading directly at the shoreline. With any luck, some unsuspecting Autobot would find themselves on the receiving end of a mere heavy lifter’s weapons fire.

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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Wreck 'n Rule » Mon Oct 08, 2012 1:05 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
Oh Shore

"No!", Saferoute shouted in shock as Hex easily dodged her rifle shot. She may not have been a sharpshooter, but at such a close range it seemed unlikely anyone could avoid it. She cursed herself for talking so long before firing.

She cocked her rifle, ready to fire another round, when the young mech did something unexpected; he came closer to her, the arrogant look on his face gone, put the barrel of her rifle up to his cranial chamber, and pleaded for her to finish him.

"What?", she said confused, "I..... I don't....."

She shook her head in further disbelief as he looked directly into her optics. It was a look of suffering that she had seen countless times before, by so many animals that had been caught in the middle of her race's war. Moosebots whose legs had been blown off by landmines, dynametal ducks who'd been hit by anti-aircraft missiles because they were mistaken for seeker airstrikes. Most of all he reminded Saferoute of her own pet Wirewhiskers, after the poor cyberat had caught cyberabies when she was bit by an escaped Decepticon experiment. It was the same frightening look, begging for an end to suffering.

I don't want to do this..... not to another animal, not even to a traitor....

She remembered the pain she'd felt when she had brought all those creature's their desired end. It was something she did her best to forget, and for the most part she did. But now?

"You want it to stop?", she asked rhetorically, doing her best to ignore the increasing amount of explosive artillery around them, "You want me to help you?"

Looking deep into the scouts optics and wondered. Was he really not in control of his actions? Or was this just another rouse to trick her? She couldn't be sure. But either way, as disgusted as it made her, she would do what she had to.

"All right, I'll help you Hex.", she said as she shut off her optics, "And may Primus have mercy on your spark.", she pulled the trigger on her rifle.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Insidious » Mon Oct 08, 2012 2:20 pm

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Bottom of the Yellow Sea--Construction Site

Onslaught almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. Certain members of his unit seemed to be itching for battle far more than he had calculated and now were functioning in practically direct defiance of his orders. The rush of battle had the tendency to overtake any soldier, but Onslaught was sure that he had trained his unit better than that. If not, those that were straying were about to get a little battlefield reminder.

>>"I said FALL BACK! NOW!!!!"<< Onslaught's voice roared over the internal comm, threatening to shatter the audio receiver. >>"The base is our priority. Our only priority. If the Autobots want it, they have to come down here and get it!"<<

If the Combaticons and the others allowed their positions to be divided, it would only increase the Autobots' opportunity to pick them off as well as increase the construction site's vulnerability. Neither of which were acceptable alternatives for the Combaticon Commander.
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As soon as it became evident that a battle was occurring, Mixmaster was hardly surprised that Bonecrusher wanted to be a part of it. Of all the Constructicons, he was the one who seemed like he would be just as happy serving as a Combaticon. Or maybe a Terrorcon. He liked combat. And Mixmaster found him to be pretty terrifying when he wanted to be. Either/or, really.

"You, uh, you do that, heheheheh," Mixmaster chuckled before returning to the task at hand. Whatever was going on, no one had ordered him in to battle. And the Autobots, wherever they were, were hardly storming the trenches down here. All of that suited Mixmaster just fine.

On he worked, ensuring that the base came together, both slowly and surely.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Devastron » Mon Oct 08, 2012 11:04 pm

Weapon: Energo-Sword
On Shore

Oil Slick continued his rapid retreat towards the sea, but it was difficult. His alternate mode was slowed by the unstable coastal surface he was driving on, causing him to skid and occasionally get stuck. The situation was not helped by the various shells and lasers flying around him and impacting nearby. As the Decepticon finally drew closer to the safety of the water a sonic shell struck nearby. The sonic shockwave from it was enough to flip him over, sending him hurtling uncontrollably towards the water.

The relatively light weight Decepticon struck the water fast and hard, actually skipping once before landing and slipping beneath the surface. A low groan emerged from the motorcycle before Oil Slick shifted back to his robot form. It took him a moment to regain his bearings as he slowly dropped through the water. He was receiving various signals from the surrounding Decepticons and after the blow he had taken it was a bit hard to focus. He thought he heard Onslaught’s voice among them and so he addressed him.

>>”There are multiple Autobots on the surface, warrior builds from what I saw. Definitely an attack force and they were well aware of our presence and nearly ambushed us. Darkride has been taken prisoner and I barely escaped."<<

*

Bottom of the Yellow Sea


The fact that the triplechangers seemed to have at the very least paused their fire brought a smile to Swindle’s face. He still had it. Not that he had every doubted his bargaining skills, but it had been a little too long since he had gotten to put them to good use. While this wasn’t exactly the ideal situation he felt he could still manage to pull a profit out of it. Certainly the two triples would owe him, big time, and he would definitely collect on that. Astrotrain alone could transport an impressive amount of ‘merchandise’ that he could sell to someone like the natives. Blitzwing would make for good muscle on any sort of deal.

His thoughts were interrupted by the slightly panicked signal from Oil Slick. “What? You’ve gotta be slagging me!" Autobots showing up now just screwed up the whole equation. The triples would probably rather fight Bots then fellow Cons so they would just charge in against them. Little things like disobeying orders were easily forgiven and forgotten when under surprise attack. With that forgotten his whole bit of negotiating would be forgotten as well and he lost all leverage. Now the best he could likely hope for was some salvage from dead Autobots, or mostly dead Autobots. Actually Decepticons would work too as long as no one was looking.

When the order to fall back came through Swindle was more then happy to obey it. He wasn’t a coward really, but he preferred selling guns then getting shot at by them. Let the goons like Brawl soak up all the hits for him. That’s what he was there for after all. The Combaticon transformed and shot off the man the innermost defensive position.

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Hook sighed as the message came through about Autobots attacking. “How typical. It seems I am never to be allowed to conduct surgery in a peaceful and stable environment." The situation around him didn’t really matter at this point. He was elbows deep in Scavenger’s inner workings. He could just pull out and close him up now. At best it would leave the other Constructicon partially functional at best, and he wasn’t about to leave this as a half afted job, so he continued his work.

His hands moved quickly but precisely as he modified certain sections of Scavenger’s internal structure. It was necessary to allow for the new transformation. It was also the easier job and quickly completed. The surgical engineer then plunged into the more delicate work of modifying his neural pathways. Scavenger would need to be able to receive direct neural input from his connection to the rest of them as Devastator and to send output back. It was an entirely unique operation and one Hook found fascinating. He might have almost enjoyed it if a battle wasn’t stirring up around them.

The Constructicon didn’t even look up at Scrapper as he replied to his commander. “I need another minute to complete the new neural connections. Then its just a matter of sealing him back up and bringing him back online. Fortunately with what I’ve gained from this first procedure the future operations will go quicker." His voice took on its typical annoyed tone as he continued. “At least assuming we are not under attack during those as well."
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