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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 Insidious » Fri Oct 26, 2012 3:06 pm

Bottom of the Yellow Sea-Decepticon base

(OOC-Temporary fill-in to keep things flowing.)

Scavenger's optics flickered and he looked around as various sensory data began streaming in the way it usually did. He pushed himself uneasily up on to his elbow joints and looked around.

"S-Scrapper? Hook?" Scavenger said, looking at the two senior Constructicons. "Uh...I f-feel.....huh.....I gotta say, I feel great. You guys are just...just...amazing technicians!"

He didn't know how to explain it, but it was like a whole new connection had been forged between he and his brothers. It was awesome. He only hoped he was worthy of all their hard work.
___

Mixmaster had wasted no time in leaving Bonecrusher to do whatever it was he was going to do once Scrapper had called for him. Battle or no battle, Mixmaster knew what Scrapper and Hook were ardently working on. To some degree, it was what they all were working on. Mixmaster's entire motivation to finish the construction of this base was built on the desire to see Devastator completed and how that would change their lives. Change! Fundamentally! It would be glorious. But it had to be completed if they were going to see any results.

"Reporting as ordered, chief! Gonna make some magic magic magic, eh!?"

He then looked over at Scavenger who was edging himself off of the operational slab. Mixmaster helped him the rest of the way, none too gently, before adjusting himself in to position.

"Ready ready ready!"
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Drop Bear » Sat Oct 27, 2012 3:40 am

Motto: "Face it: we're doomed."
Weapon: Black Magic
(OOC: Well, that's another mystery solved; I am blind. I'm so sorry, Sid! I totally missed your post. :oops: )

Skies over the Yellow Sea

Autobots, Autobots everywhere. And not an astrosecond to waste.

Yes, waste. That was precisely what Blitzwing intended to do. Maim them, kill them, burn them. As long as violence involved their destruction, there would be no problems, no complaints from his end.

Keeping pace with Ramjet and Astrotrain, Blitzwing lanced through the sky at a furious speed as if he were a blade determined to cleave his opponent in half with a single strike. The element of surprise was a tactic he favoured heavily in combat, and he wanted to get the drop on the Autobots as soon as possible. Quite literally, too.

The very thought of squashing a few Autobugs under his ponderous tracks prompted a cackle from Blitzwing. And so did the amount of these fools as they scurried across the shoreline, seeking refuge in the forested area that lay just beyond it like vile cyber-insects escaping the sudden appearance of light and retreating to the safety of darkness.

What an infestation. But what an opportunity to eliminate so much filth all at once.

>>“You know, I always thought the cyber-gnats from Vos were a pain in the aft."<< Blitzwing had opened a channel to both Ramjet and Astrotrain. >>“Then I found Autobots. Frag me—now they're a nuisance. What say we play exterminators and wipe these pests out? How 'bout it?"<<

In true Blitzwing fashion, the Triple Changer surged ahead without waiting for a response from either of his two comrades and unleashed a barrage of machine gun fire into the forest, bullets streaking through leaves and branches alike, shredding the vegetation with the utmost ease.

Although concealed from sight, Blitzwing's tactical avionics registered the Autobots' energy signatures amongst the lush foliage. That, and his confidence told him, despite firing blind, that he'd hit something eventually.

Who he saw and who he didn't see, however, was of no concern. It had been too long since Blitzwing had mixed it up with the Autobots and, on this particular occasion, he planned to enjoy himself, to have a little fun before tacking on his serious expression and proceeding to the more brutal—but equally as delightful—aspect of battle: dealing out death.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Insidious » Sat Oct 27, 2012 9:46 am

((OOC--Hahah, no worries Blades. I've done that very thing. It happens. Don't hesitate to PM me if it ever seems like I've left a character hanging with no reply. Just because it didn't happen this time doesn't mean it couldn't in the future. We're only human :P))

Skies

Astrotrain wasn't sure what exactly was up with Ramjet. He seemed....distracted. The triple-changer supposed that was probably typical behavior, given the amount of times that he had crashed in to things. So long as he had been up in the air barking out orders, Astrotrain had been content to pretty much follow along. If he wasn't going to take that much of the lead then, eh, he had better things to do.

Like shoot Autobots.

>>"Those cyber-gnats were ridiculous! I spent most of an orn getting those things out of my gears once. Just glad it wasn't a sparkeater. I've heard stories. Bad stories."<<

There seemed to be some activity near a tree line on the shores. Astrotrain arced downward and began to fire, as Blitzwing was already doing. He didn't have a clear visual on any particular Autobots just yet, but once he and Blitzwing blew everything away, he was sure that situation would rectify itself.

>>"As for them Autobots...I wonder what they want. Maybe we want it."<<

Unless it was that blasted undersea base. Astrotrain wasn't going to risk life and limb for that thing. If the greenies and the gunnies wanted to build it so bad, they could bend over backwards to defend it, too.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Marcus Rush » Sun Oct 28, 2012 4:51 pm

Weapon: Automatic Acid-Pellet Gun
Yellow Sea - Treeline On Shore

One last bang to his exposed rotor knocked the final piece of shrapnel from the sensitive air foil. He swore as he slapped a magnetic self sealing patch across the hole and allowed the anticeptic sting to subside. Vortex was no longer just irritated about the attack. When he had landed to head over to the sea break and rejoin his unit as per orders, he took note of the large wound. While not life threatening it was enough to snap something within every Combaticon, the desire to obliterate all Autobots.

Vortex drove his fist into a nearby birch, causing the opposite side to explode in a storm of splinters. He then leaped into the air and reverted to copter form. Tapping into the Combaticon Override targeting protocols, he linked himself with the Decepticon's combat computers. "Those Autobot scraps are going to pay for that!" He swore loud enough to pierce the comm links between he, Onslaught, Brawl and Swindle.

"Operation Obliterate those bastards for putting a hole in my Rotor... BEGINS NOW!" He took to a higher elevation and began stretching out his sensors. He immediately repinged Hardhead, the Autobot Tank that had initially wounded him. Within a flash he transmitted the coordinates to his fellow Combaticons.

He then spun around and began to paint other targets in the general combat zone. Vortex then reloaded his rocket launchers and began a spray of the region around the heaviest fighting, insuring to filter out Decepticon Friend or Foe registry signals. The Combaticons would have access to their impact points for further suppression fire.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Ember » Sun Oct 28, 2012 11:42 pm

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

The reaction he got out of Saferoute was exactly what he had been hoping for. Anger clouded the processor. Anger was such a potent weapon. Hex let loose a hearty laugh as he studied the femme’s face. She had set her optics on his face...so menacing. So pathetic how these Cybertronians held other species in such high regards…well not all Cybertronians…not the clan known as Decepticons. The clan known as Autobots was much more nauseating.

“I feel so very sorry for you. Witnessing the complete genocide of not only your species, but the whole of the universe…so, so sad."

Hex let out another laugh, but broke his attention away from Saferoute when he heard the sound of an aircraft…possibly a helicopter. It only took a moment but in that brief amount of time the femme had moved on the young mech, her fists almost a blur. As he turned to face her again Hex took a right hook to the jaw. He never went down. Instead his head jerked to the right...a spray of energon that covering the ground. Slowly Hex turned back and set his optics on his opponent.

“Oh, that was good." He paused a moment and took a quick lick of the bright fluid that was dripping from his lip and down his chin. “That was very good."

A broad toothy smile formed on the herald’s face before he let out a feral scream and lunged toward the femme’s upper body. If he was able to grab a hold of her armor he’d do his best to tear out her throat with his bare teeth.

On Shore – Abandoned Storage Cave

Darkride could feel a small trickle of energon drip from the small gash on his abdomon. A lucky strike. When Ricochet had taken the swipe with his dagger he unknowingly caught the interrogator in the left abdomen. Thankfully the wound was not deep enough to cause any sort of vial damage, and in all actuality, it felt so very, very good.

The dark purple Decepticon sent a deranged grin in Ricochet’s direction. Darkride was already forming an answer to the marksman’s query when he was taken by surprise…without even realizing it, the black and gold ‘Bot had grabbed his shrapnel rifle from his waist and quickly brought it to bear and opened fire. With an angry growl, Darkride quickly ducked to the right catching several razor sharp pieces of artillery in the upper shoulder…a few had even been embedded in the interrogator’s neck.

Darkride came to rest in a crouch, one hand placed on the ground while the other groped the at his wounds. The assessment of the damage that had been gathered by his own systems appeared on his HUD and the news was good…nothing serious. His own repair systems would have little trouble sealing off severed lines.

“You really do know how to cause pain. Congratulations, Ricochet, you have drawn blood…and from me. You should be quite proud."

He didn’t give any time for the marksman to even react as the former ‘Con lunged forward…taking a hold of the barrel of the rifle with his right hand, Darkride slammed his balled left fist into the side of Ricochet’s head.

The interrogator came to rest and stood over the now disarmed and disorientated Autobot with a hellish smile plastered on his face. He brought his hand up and swiped it across the still bleeding wound. With his optics still boring into the Autobot, Darkride took a quick taste.

“This is good, but I would rather have a taste of yours. Do you mind?"

Darkride hoisted his rifle from the barrel and raised the weapon high above Ricochet. One hand gripping the business end and the other the stock, the interrogator flashed his prey an evil grin.

“What was it you said to me earlier…oh yes…you’re slagged!"

With a roar Darkride brought down the rifle…
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Devastron » Mon Oct 29, 2012 12:51 am

Weapon: Energo-Sword
On Shore – Tree Line

Kup grimaced as he received the signals back from the various Autobots. None of it was good news. Ricochet was pinned down, Saferoute was continuing to disobey orders and apparently Hot Rod, Hardhead and Hex had betrayed them all. That last bit of information was confirmed by Hardhead himself, along with confirmation that Warpath was down as his decapitated head landed at his feet.

The old warhorse bent down and scooped up the head. “Doc," he yelled back at First Aid before chucking the head back towards him. Kup was in full sergeant mode. He wasn’t about to show his concern, shock or anger now. This wasn’t the first time he had been in a situation this bade, or even had a head roll up to his feet. Giving in to those emotions would only make the situation worse.

The Autobot warrior opened up a communication channel to his team. >>”Alright Autobots, change of plans. We are going to have to go in and get our people. Ricochet is cornered, Warpath is down and Saferoute is refusing the call to retreat so we are going to go get them. As of now I am listing Hardhead, Hex and Hot Rod as hostiles. Under my authority you have permission to open fire on them. You already saw what they did to Warpath so don’t hold back."<<

>>”Hot Spot, Ironhide, we are going to move out from the treeline and get our people back. Hot Spot, I want you to break off after our initial volley and find Ricochet. His signal was garbled so he’s probably inside, maybe a cave or something. I’m sending you the coordinates. Ironhide, I want you to find Saferoute and get her back to the treeline. I don’t care if you have to carry her, just get it done."<< As if to emphasize the urgency of their mission a series of machine gun bullets tore through the trees and rockets exploded around them. The element of surprise was gone.

>>"Blades, you get in the air, try and disrupt the Con fliers if you can. You’re gonna be outnumbered, but you should be used to that. Just make sure they don’t get free attack runs on us or this will be over real quick. Groove, Streetwise, give us some covering fire and be prepared to come in and assist us if necessary. First Aid, be ready for casualties. Now let’s move Autobots!"<< He then sent a quick message up to Ultra Magnus updating him on the situation.

Kup led the charge, jogging out from his cover, musket cradled in his arms. He knew his gun wasn’t the fastest firing or most powerful, but his target was big enough that he wasn’t liable to miss much. He charged at Hardhead, firing burst after burst from his gun. He could just make out Warpath’s body lying nearby, so he knew he’d have to drive off or take down the other Autobot before he could drag his wounded comrade back to the forest. He had made sure to save the most difficult task for himself.

*

Ironhide could barely hide the look of shock on his face as Hardhead flung Warpath’s severed head at them. This mission had gotten a lot uglier then he had ever imagined and it had done it slagging fast. He tensed up further when he got the orders from Kup. He didn’t like the idea of shooting at fellow Bots, even after all that had happened. Of course on the other hand he hated seeing fellow Bots getting hurt or even killed just as badly. He was going to have to do his best to walk the line between the two.

Once Kup gave the order Ironhide burst out from behind his cover. He made a beeline for where Hex and Saferoute were locked in combat. The two where tangled up pretty good. He didn’t want to risk a shot from far range. Instead he transformed to his alternate mode, the truck engine roaring as he raced towards the two combatants, zig zagging to avoid some incoming fire from the skies.

Once he was close enough he turned sharply, skidding and transforming at the same time. He rolled up on one knee in his robot mode, his hands switched out for his chemical emitters. He aimed his arms at Hex and fired a spray of liquid nitrogen at him. Hopefully it would be enough to stop him without hurting him too bad. Then he could drag Saferoute out of the fight, whether she liked it or not.

*

Hot Spot wasn’t quite as good at holding his composure as Kup or Ironhide was. A look of shock passed over his face as he saw the decapitated head of Warpath land at Kup’s feet. He’d seen some bad things during the war, but seeing a head hurled by another Autobot like that was going to be one that stuck with him for awhile. Obviously something terrible had happened here. He just hoped that it could be stopped and Hardhead could be brought back to the good Autobot he was.

The Protectobot leader shifted his expression to grim determination as he got the orders from Kup. Rescuing fellow Autobots was something his team specialized in, hopefully that would keep them all focused. Having to fight fellow Autobots was going to be confusing at best. Rescuing wounded Autobots though was something the Protectobots had practiced and performed many times. They could almost do it without thinking and in a situation like this it was going to be a great asset.

Once Kup gave the order Hot Spot lumbered out of the tree line and transformed into his alternate mode. He raced towards Hardhead, the only clear target he had at the moment. The cave where Ricochet was was a short distance away so he didn’t have a clear target at the moment. Hardhead was the only target he had at the moment, and he had to think of him as just a target, so he opened fire with his twin fireball cannons at him. He got a few shots off before he veered off, heading towards the cave where Ricochet was locked in battle with a Con.

*

Bottom of the Yellow Sea - Decepticon base

Hook just shook his head in annoyance at Scavenger. Hopefully he wouldn’t be spouting such idiotic nonsense after he had the procedure performed on himself. “You’re wasting our time stating the obvious Scavenger! Of course I’m an amazing technician; I’ve told you that on numerous occasions!" He helped the other Constructicon off the work table as Mixmaster quickly took his place.

The chemist was at least far more intelligent then Scavenger, but he made up for it with his crazy over enthusiasm. He was already jabbering away as he began connecting him to the various computer systems that helped monitor the process. “If you keep talking like that Mixmaster I’ll make sure to sever your vocalizer while I’m working on you!" The already short tempered Hook was getting even more testy then usual because of the nearby battle and limited time he was under. He knew this procedure would go quicker with the experience of the first but he didn’t like being on the clock like this.

*

Bottom of the Yellow Sea

Swindle poked his head out from behind his cover. It seemed like the battle had shifted now to whatever Autobots were on the surface. That was fine with him. He was more then happy to let the triplechanger take the brunt of the fight if that’s how it was going to go. If he couldn’t negotiate on their behalf maybe he could sell some replacement parts to them for repairs or, better yet, sell what was left of them as replacement parts! It was a win-win!

Unfortunately, as it so often seemed to go his dreams of financial gain from the safety of the rear lines were crushed as Onslaught ordered him forward. Not only that but he would be going with Brawl to meet the creepy chemist. At least they were just providing covering fire, that was better then charging into battle. Maybe he could still score some salvage out of this. He kicked off from the sea floor and made his way up towards Oil Slick.

*

Shoreline

Oil Slick had hoped to simply fall back and let the Combaticons and other heavier combatants engage the Autobots. While he was quite capable of defeating most Autobots they have tank types were particularly troublesome for him. The heavy armor was difficult to penetrate with his chemicals or flail and their heavy guns could do severe damage to him at range before he could hope to harm them. Still, he was not in a position to disobey orders.

The chemist stopped his descent through the water and began rising back up. His feet touched the shallow bottom as he began to climb back up the beach. The Decepticon slowly lifted his head out of the water, scanning the beach in front of him. The scene was chaotic as the triplechangers rained fire at the nearby forest and newly arrived Autobots came charging out of it. They appeared to be firing on…other Autobots? Was this just a case of confused fire or something else? He couldn’t say for sure.

>>"Onslaught, I can see a new group of Autobots emerging from the forest. I can’t tell how many. The triplechangers are attacking them from the air. The Autobots appear to be attacking each other. I do not know why."<<
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Smokescreen85 » Mon Oct 29, 2012 12:24 pm

Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
(OOC: Last post until after Sandy.)

On Shore - Abandoned Storage Cave

Ricochet couldn’t help but let a smirk escape from his visage as Darkride failed to avoid the shots fired from his own shrapnel rifle. The interrogator tried to dodge the attack, but was caught in both the shoulder and his neck by bits of razor sharp metal. While it forced the torturer to back off the Autobot, the attack was not nearly enough to bring the seemingly supernatural ‘Con down for the count. Still, it was better than nothing at all.

If he bleeds, then I can kill him, the expert marksman thought as Darkride assessed the damage done to him. The cycle-former’s subsequent congratulations on inflicting pain left no sense of pride with the gunner. Justice was all he cared about, not the ability to gloat about his accomplishments later. Besides, no one liked him well enough to listen. “I’m not proud of anything you sick twisted...."

Ricochet’s retort was sharply cut off as Darkride lunged at him suddenly, retaking his stolen shrapnel rifle while at the same time delivering a powerful left hook to the side of the black and gold mech’s cranium. The gunner grabbed the side of his head as the pain radiated throughout his processor. It was a much stronger blow than he would expect from such a small ‘Con, but then again this being was clearly something much more now than a simple interrogator with a penchant for spilled energon.

The disoriented gunner did not hear Darkride’s follow up comments nor did he see the thin mech standing over him about to deliver another devastating hit, this time with the shrapnel rifle, itself. However, Ricochet did hear a roar, almost like an animal, before feeling the crushing blow of the weapon as it made contact with the very center of his faceplate. More pain followed by numbness overtook his cranial unit as his HUD tried to display the extent of the damage. All the gunner saw was broken symbols within his distorted vision as he tried in vain to regain his composure before his attacker finished him off for good.

Ricochet somehow managed to turn over onto his stomach and began to crawl away as energon poured out of his smashed faceplate, dripping onto the rocky ground beneath him. So, this was how it would end for the disliked Autobot? At least he would be remembered for his ability as a marksman if not for his rather hated disposition.

On Shore

Hardhead smiled and let out another boisterous laugh as both Kup and Hot Spot raced out of the tree line, firing their weapons at him. For a moment, the green herald thought he would have a real challenge with a pair of Autobots to do simultaneous battle with. However, that was not to be as the blue fire truck quickly veered away towards the direction where Darkride had chased after Ricochet. It was no matter. The old warhorse would do just fine as a worthy enough adversary.

A few of Kup’s shots struck Hardhead’s chestplate, the acid causing minimal damage to the super-powered mech’s thick armor. The lumbering former Autobot was able to dive away to avoid the rest of the old timer’s volley, hitting the ground as the Protectobot Commander’s fire balls also streaked by overhead. “Impressive...but not impressive enough for me!" The war veteran bellowed his taunt as he pushed himself up to a kneeling position, bringing his two shatterblasters up to bear. With explosions from Vortex's rockets going off all around him, a focused Hardhead unleashed a barrage of diamond-hard crystal shards directly at the approaching Kup, hoping to take the old timer down and thus add to his growing collection of severed craniums.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Drop Bear » Wed Oct 31, 2012 5:08 am

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

Having completed his strafing run, Blitzwing pulled up sharply and darted straight back into the vast blue expanse that was the sky, its protection paramount as no weapons wielded by the Autobots could reach him and cause damage from his position up there. Well, perhaps the Autobots boasting flight had the potential to do Blitzwing harm, but he had not seen any evidence of their kind yet.

No Aerialbots were present as far as Blitzwing was aware so that had to be an auspicious sign, a good start. He had less use for them than he did for Swindle's bogus clearance sales (Yes, that's right! Fifty percent off your next plasma cannon when you purchase a set of fusion bombs and a laser pistol! You can't beat that, femmes and gentlemechs! You can't beat crazy!).

Soaring through the air as his mood soared through the currents of joy, Blitzwing said, >>“I've heard a couple of stories about those sparkeaters."<< He chuckled. >>“None good, if you're after a happy ending, but damn hilarious in that you-poor-sucker sort of way."<<

And, yes, he genuinely did find their suffering to be amusing—very. End of discussion.

>>“Yeah, I have to wonder what those 'Bots want. You don't think they know about our undersea base, do you, 'Train?"<<
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Wreck 'n Rule » Wed Oct 31, 2012 8:29 am

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

Groove hit the deck as soon as he heard the machine gun fire coming from above, followed by several bombs from around the area. If the Decepticons didn't know their exact position, then they at least had a general idea and weren't going to let such a thing as aiming and accuracy get in the way of destroying them.

Looks like there's no talking out of this mess., he thought as he got up and took cover behind a tree.

Receiving his orders from Kup, Groove unholstered his photon pistol and ran to the opposite end of the treeline away from Streetwise. While keeping behind the tree he scanned the area with his optics. From the looks of it there were very few if any combatants on the ground, though some of the missile fire was coming from the sea. Looking to the skies he saw a couple of triple changers and a seeker flying overhead, and one helicopter that he recognized.

Vortex! He must be giving our position to the other Combaticons below. Maybe if I can blind him or distract him, they'd have less of a chance to target us. I might not actually hit him from here, but maybe I can at least get his attention.

Groove took careful aim at the Combaticon helicopter above, and after a quick personal apology to Primus, fired several shots at Vortex.

On Shore

Saferoute only took a small bit of satisfaction when she finally managed to draw fuel from Hex. But she wouldn't be fully satisfied until the possessed scout was down for good and unable to hurt anyone or anything else.

He bleeds, good. If he bleeds then he's not completely invulnerable, and that means I can beat him..... Somehow.

Saferoute got back into a defensive stance as Hex continued to taunt her as he inspected the minor damage she had managed to inflict on him. Then after grinning at her again, he let out a terrifiying scream, one that sounded like it came from a wild animal more than any mechanical being. Though startled, she dug in and held her ground as he lunged at her with a speed she never could have avoided anyway. Bearing down she was pushed back slightly as she managed to grab him by the upper arms once he got close enough, though it took all of her strength to hold him back. It was only now becoming apparent to her just what kind of monster she was dealing with, as he seemed to snap his jaws toward her neck.

"Wh-what....", she just managed to grunt as she struggled to hold Hex back, "What are you!?"

As she began to feel the young mech pushing closer to her, she just noticed Ironhide in her peripheral vision. She couldn't say or do anything to acknowledge him though, as she had to put every ounce of strength within her to keep Hex from getting too close. For the first time in their encounter, as she looked into Hex's possessed optics, Saferoute was truly afraid.

Whatever you're doing Ironhide, please do it quick! I can't hold him much longer!
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Ember » Wed Oct 31, 2012 6:35 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
((OOC: I hope to God I got everyone))


On Shore – Tree Line

The shout from Kup caught First Aid slightly off guard, but it was the sudden appearance of Warpath’s decapitated head that caused the Protectobot doctor to let out a startled yelp. He recovered quickly enough to move in the direction of the head and deftly caught it. He then turned and made for a safer area so he could take a moment to examine the cranial unit. He needed to determine whether or not the ‘Bot it belonged to could be saved. To his relief he surmised that Warpath would be fine so long as his body could be recovered before it was destroyed.

First Aid was just about done with his examination when an incoming volley of machine gun fire and explosions rocked the area just outside the tree line. Another set of explosions and First Aid knew whoever was firing on them was getting closer to their location. They would need to move, and quickly.

The doctor took a peek around his cover when he received his orders from Kup. Stay put and wait for anyone who might be hurt. No problem. Unfortunately there was already a casualty and he needed help now.

>>"Kup! You’ve got to recover Warpath’s body if I’m going to save him!"<<
____

Blades didn’t have to be told twice to take off and engage…in fact he’d been itching to get in to it with one or all of the ‘Con fliers in the area. With a broad grin on his face the Protectobot leapt into the air and once he was clear of the trees he transformed to his helicopter mode. Moments later Blades was airborne and in search of his first target.

Lucky for him there were two that he honed in on. Astrotrain and Blitzwing...perfect! He carefully took steady aim and let loose two of his armor piercing smart rockets…one each per ‘Con.
____

Hex let out an annoyed growl when his full on advantage was halted by Saferoute who had easily grabbed hold of the scout’s upper arms and shoved back in order to keep him at bay. However, the femme seemed to be having a difficult time keeping Hex far enough away. The young mech pushed further trying hard to get to the Autobot’s neck.

“What am I? I’m your executioner!"

Hex reared back slightly and took one final lunge toward his intended target only to feel his body freeze. Confused as to what could possibly have stopped him, Hex frantically looked around. From his position on the ground he saw that from his waist down he was encased in a thick coating of liquid nitrogen immobilizing his lower torso and legs.

Hex searched the area and noticed Ironhide off some distance with his weapons trained on his location. With a growl he turned his attention back to Saferoute and let out another savage scream as he dug his digits into the dirt and began to drag himself closer to the femme.

On Shore - Abandoned Storage Cave

“Sick twisted what?! I do not believe I caught every…Word! You! Said!"

Darkride’s last three words were emphasized with three corresponding brutal blows of the butt of his weapon. The interrogator slowed his beating down slightly as Ricochet turned around and tried to crawl away form not only the enraged herald, but also his inevitable death.

The lithe purple mech let the marksman move as far as he could while keeping up with him, but at a distance. The trail of energon Ricochet was leaving behind brought Darkride only a small sense of satisfaction…no he wanted more.

“You bleed well, Ricochet. In fact it is rather beautiful. I believe I will have to commit this picture to memory so that I may play it back…over, and over, and over."

He stopped beside the broken mech and squatted down so that he was hovering over the black and gold ‘Bot’s audio.

“I can end this, but I do not think I have heard you scream yet. What say you scream for me, yes?"

With his right hand Darkride gently lifted Ricochet’s chin so that he could look deep into the mech’s cracked visor. He would savor this moment for however long it lasted.

On Shore

Just beyond the tree line where the Autobots had taken refuge and atop a small rocky out cropping a brilliant white light materialized but vanished just as swiftly as it had appeared leaving behind two mechs. One, emblazoned with red and orange flames across his chest the other smaller with a yellow motif.

Rodimus Prime stood tall and scanned the shoreline taking note of where every Autobot, and now every Decepticon was located. Beside him stood Drag Stripe, his final herald. The Prime cast a gaze on his newest acquisition and placed a hand gently on his shoulder.

“The time grows near, Drag Strip, but now we must fall back. My Master decrees it."

Rodimus gave a nod indicating that he would call his followers to them. Patience.

To me my heralds!
____

The voice that flooded his head had Hex stopping his advance and instead turned to his lower body and began to claw at the frozen substance that was trapping his legs. The fury with which he worked had the restrictive substance off in a matter of minutes.

Once he was free from Hex got to his feet…though slightly shaky…and made his way toward his master, but not before sending a toothy grin in Saferoute’s direction.

Abandoned Storage Cave

Just as it did his young brother, his Master’s voice filled his mind with the order to fall back to the Prime’s position. It was a shame Darkride wouldn’t be able to kill Ricochet, but his Master was waiting. With his hand still perched delicately under the marksman’s chin the interrogator leaned down further so that he was only inches from the Autobot’s mangled faceplate.

“Your stay of execution has been granted Ricochet. You have my Master to thank for that."

His words were low but retained a very silky tone. He then flashed the black and gold mech a sweet smile before he released his prey’s chin. Darkride place his hand on the mech’s head and gave it a gentle pat. The former Decepticon stood back up and placed his right foot against Ricochet’s back and grabbed hold of his shoulder mounted cannon and tore it from the mech’s body.

Darkride moved further into the cave and hoisted the cannon up. He took on a stabilizing stance so as to minimize himself against any major kickback. A quick glance in the downed Autobot’s location Darkride fired off one of the shells. The ordnance rocketed straight for the boulder that had been blocking the cave’s entrance and upon impact cleared a path through the obstruction.

With a proper means of escape the herald regarded the defeated ‘Bot and raced out of the cave. Darkride nearly trampled over Hot Spot who had already been advancing on the location. The interrogator let loose a primal wail before bolting past the Protectobot Commander and on toward his Master.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Marcus Rush » Thu Nov 01, 2012 2:13 pm

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On Shore - Treeline

The dimly light shade of the thick under growth of the shore line birch grove was instantly bathed in a seething blinding light. Arches of lightning slammed into the trunk of a tree already damaged by weapons fire from both Autobot and airborne Decepticons guns. The birch ignited into flames as the light began to fade and the rend of subspace collapsed upon itself revealing four determined shadows.

As the flash faded, the four figures were forced to duck down as the roar of jet engines tore through the skies above. Soon a stream of spat fire erupted from the source. "Blitzwing." The barely restrained voice of antisipation spoke out as the Aerialbot pulled himself out from the brush.

Ultra Magnus pulled his rifle up from subspace and checked its power levels for the final time before turning to address his team. "Tonton, locate Rodimus. Soon as you find him transmit his coordinates... Do not engage if you can avoid it. Even before his upgrade Hot Rod was a formidable mechanism." The small jungle combat specialist nodded and transformed into his cybertronian CypherPrimate and disappeared into the canopy.

Bidder tore into the ground as was his customary method of intimidation, and sent shockwaves through the region as a minor earth quake. He then took hold of a pair of subspace rocket launchers and pulled them up as if rending them from the living rock. "What about me hoss. Got me some itchin triggers here that old Dora and Lorna need a scratchin."

"Colorful, why don't you tell all of the Decepticons we're here ready to kick their tail." Slingshot loaded an active clip into his neutronium rifle. "Think ya missed a sensor."

"Stow it." Magnus snapped before turning his attention to the large barrel shaped defender. "Locate First Aid."

The green mech's excitement subsided visibly. "What? I gotta Protosit?... Bah fine, but I better get in on the next one." The defensive specialist began a relatively quick sprint towards the signal of the Protectobot Medic.

Ultra Magnus now spared his attention to the waiting Aerialbot. From the backdrop he could spy continuous weapons fire raining down upon various positions in the combat zone. It would not be long before the humans spotted what was going on here, and when that happened, all hell would break loose. "Slingshot, establish air superiority and give what support you can to Blades."

"Support Blades? Why would I want to support that bag of energon exhaust?"

"Because I am ordering you to. I don't care about your petty squabble right now Slingshot. Just plow the road so we can work." Magnus's voice was stern yet not overly bearing. The Aerialbot simply signed and bowed his head before lifting it up into a warrior's smirk of satisfaction. With a leap into the air, Magnus watched the sharpshooter pull his arms to his sides and morph into a terrain fighter alternative form.

Magnus immediately stepped forward from the underbrush. His sensors splayed wide to take in all of the movements of the actors on the board. Noting that Warpath's signal was no longer moving, though Hardhead was present perhaps giving him some covering fire. But what did not make sense to his sensors was when Kup's signal and Hot Spot's began a violent attack run on the position that was Hardhead.

So Kup's report was correct, Autobots were attacking their comrades in arms. This was almost unheard of, though not unknown. Historically there were traitors that had come and gone on both sides of this protracted war. But the likes of Hardhead going off the deep end as Kup described, that was not so common.

Magnus agreed this had to be brought to a close immediately. Pushing a few branches clear of his optics, he took note of the sprawled battlefiend. And at the center of the chaos was the deformed image of Hot Rod who appeared to be hyped up on Energon X. The Autobot Commander stepped into the clearing, his weapon adjacent with the ground, though his missiles at the ready. "RODIMUS!" He called out, exposed to the weapons of both sides though knowing his armor was enough to protect him until he was able to retaliate. He took note of a swirling dark energy that spiralled unseen, it was just that sort of feeling he could not articulate. His optics locked with the twisted prime and his new wing mech. No, this was something entirely beyond the pale.

Skies Above

Slingshot spun into the air with a joyful glee. Nothing like being free to test the winds and spread his wings. Well maybe scraping a few Decepticon fliers was better, but not by much. Immediately he switched his weapons over to active and his sensors were patched into the Autobot Combat network. Within astro seconds he was able to actively ping three Decepticons.

Astrotrain and Blitzwing were the two closest targets with Vortex further down the shoreline evading weapons fire from the ground. Let that braggart Blades deal with the lone Combaticon, Slingshot pivoted his angle and activated his afterburners launching himself towards the two triple changers.

Loading his mortar launchers with proximity shells, Slingshot painted the two targets. He closed the distance rapidly. "Hello Decepticreeps. You two need to be taught a lesson about a fair tactical advantage." With that he unleashed a quartet of proximity mortars towards the triple changers, a pair each. They would detonate at a set distance, spraying shrapnel and chemical conflagrations.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Insidious » Fri Nov 02, 2012 12:23 pm

On Shore

Once Onslaught's internal targeting sequencers had begin receiving information from Vortex regarding Autobot positions, such as that of Hardehead, the Combaticon Commander transformed once more and rolled the rest of the way on to shore before letting loose with an initial volley of rockets. They shrieked in to the sky, leaving trails of gray fumes in their wake as more field intel fed itself to him.

It was Oil Slick's report in particular that had caught his interest and made him all the more eager to get to his position so that he could see what he was seeing. Slamming down on his accelerators, the large missile truck lumbered forward through the shallows until he could satisfactorily close the distance between himself and Oil Slick, who his scanners indicated was not far away.

One part of Oil Slick's report had caught him by such surprise that he almost made the Decepticon chemist repeat what he had said. He didn't, though, as the initial transmission had come through quite clear--even if he couldn't make strategic sense of it at the moment.

Autobots attacking...Autobots? What in the name of Primus? he thought as he rolled forward. Why were Autobots attacking other Autobots? The reported accounts of that happening were so infrequent that Onslaught could count the number of times he had seen such a report on one actuator. Had internal strife spread to their ranks too? It was almost too good to be true.

Whatever had caused the split, Onslaught would be damned if he was not going to take advantage of it, just as the Autobots would inevitably try with the Decepticons own unstable leadership situation.

Transforming again, Onslaught trudged the rest of the way through the shallows to Oil Slick's position, coming up alongside the Decepticon as he surveyed the battlefield. As he looked up, he saw that Decepticon signatures were not the only things filling the skies.

Unacceptable.

"Brawl, one volley into the air then advance on Autobot ground positions. The skies are ours," Onslaught ordered, matter-of-factly, as his own mortar cannons adjusted their positioning. His optics flickered as a red and white Autobot streaked by. Protectobots and Aerialbots, from the looks of it. No matter. Until he had a better understanding of why the Autobots were attacking one another, they were all fair game.

Dropping to one knee for better stabilization, Onslaught let off a pair of thunderous rounds from the mortar cannons near his shoulder units.

___

Bottom of the Yellow Sea--Construction Site

Scavenger chuckled nervously at Hook's agitated response. It was better than flat out derision. But he took the hint clearly and did not want to get in he or Scrapper's way any more than he had to.

"Right. Very true. Um, well, I'm gonna go see where else I can lend a hand in getting this place up to snuff, alright guys?"

Scavenger figured the other two would be busy enough with Devastator. The less they had to focus on their new base of operations, the better off they all would be. Eventually.
___

Mixmaster looked over at Hook with a knocking smirk on his face before resting his head back fully in to the cranial covering that was part of the chemical engineer's physical design and let out a relaxed sigh.

"Got it, got it, got it," Mixmaster said excitedly, before visually beginning to calm himself down and offlining his optics and allowing himself to go into blissful semi-stasis while the other two did their work.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Smokescreen85 » Sat Nov 03, 2012 2:42 pm

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

Drag Strip appeared alongside Rodimus, having been teleported from the remains of the sunken Ultrax to just beyond the shoreline of South Korea. From atop the rocky outcropping, the former Stunticon witnessed the battle raging below between the Autobots, Decepticons and the other heralds. Of course, the pathetic Cybertronians did not know or understand the super-powered mechs they were now facing. To them Hardhead, Darkride and Hex were simply traitors to the causes that they once represented. Even Rodimus would be branded as such, and Motormaster would eventually come looking for his wayward Stunticon. None of that mattered now as the filthy Cybertronian scourge would soon comprehend their ultimate fate, but whether or not they would accept it was another matter entirely.

Feeling the gentle touch of his new master, Drag Strip looked up at Rodimus and nodded. “Understood, my lord." Even though he was already beside the flame-covered mech, the yellow herald heard the same voice fill his cranial unit as the others. A broad smile creased his visage as Drag watched his new comrades respond to their master’s call and begin moving towards them. It was then that Ultra Magnus could be seen and heard calling out Rodimus Prime’s name from the beach below. “Oh look, master, the City Commander, himself, has arrived and wants to have a word with you. He doesn’t look too happy, either. I think you may have ticked him off. Heh heh."
_________

When the voice of Rodimus Prime filled his processor, Hardhead immediately ceased firing on the advancing Kup, his shatterblasters growing silent as more explosions erupted all around him, this time from Onslaught, who had just emerged from the sea, itself. As much as the green herald would have liked to engage both warriors in combat simultaneously, the call of his master was one that he could not simply ignore. Thus, the war veteran holstered his weapons and gave his opponents a half hearted salute.

“Another time, perhaps," Hardhead stated as he took off running towards the rocky outcropping that overlooked the battlefield. As he reached the tree line, the green soldier transformed into his armored vehicle mode and barreled through the foliage until he had emerged on the opposite side. Any Autobots still hiding within the thicket that were dumb enough to get in his way would have been easily run over or knocked aside like a simple drone.

Reaching the rocky outcropping, Hardhead returned to robot mode and easily climbed up on top where Rodimus and Drag Strip were waiting. “I am here as you command, my master," the green herald stated before giving the Prime a curt bow and then regarding the former Stunticon with a nod. “Welcome aboard."

On Shore - Abandoned Storage Cave

The brutal beating Ricochet had endured left his faceplate and upper torso severely damaged. He could barely see through his cracked visor as more energon began to flow from his smashed faceplate, leaving a gory trail on the rocky ground beneath him. Darkride seemed to revel in the carnage, but it was just not enough. The supernatural interrogator wanted to hear the gunner scream, as well, whispering that desire into the Autobot’s audio receptor before lifting the defeated mech’s chin off of the cave floor and staring directly into his impaired optics.

“Sorry....to....disappoint you," Ricochet hissed, his voice garbled as energon welled up in his throat. “I scream.... for no one!" The black and gold mech was defiant to the very end, but that end never materialized. Instead, Darkride informed him that a stay of execution had been granted before patting the gunner on top of the cranium and ripping his shoulder-mounted cannon off of the marksman’s beaten body. Sparks flew from the Autobot’s shoulder as the torturer used the cannon to blast his way out of the cave, leaving his prey behind in a barely functional state.

Ricochet slowly rolled over onto his back, coughing up energon as he did so. Darkride was now gone as light from the outside world shined into the cavern, illuminating the grisly scene. At least now whomever came to rescue the maligned gunner would have no problem getting to him, if anyone truly cared enough to save his spark, of course. Thankfully, stasis had not yet overtaken the black and gold mech, but he also had no idea how much longer he had since his malfunctioning HUD was of no use to him. All Ricochet could do was wait to either be saved or be left to die in this death trap of his own making.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Cryhavok » Mon Nov 05, 2012 11:39 am

Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
Shoreline

>>"The bowl head looks none the worse to wear boss! Swindle can make a damage assessment! Me? I am gonna bring the pain to the Autobots!"<< Brawl announced over the Combaticon tactical comm-channel after receiving Onslaught's newest set of orders for he had already moved on. The Combaticon bruiser had reached the Decepticon chemist Onslaught had commanded him and Swindle to secure somewhat earlier and had come into conclusion that while damaged, Oil Slick was still fit enough to fight.

Well, at least that was Brawl's opinion on the matter. Hole or three through his armor had the tendency just to slow him down - but to stop him? That required far more effort. All Combaticons could handle pain and that was what Brawl was used to. If Oil Slick was going to let a wound to stop him - well, he wasn't going to babysit some crybaby when there was a battle to be fought. Of course, so far Oil Slick had seemed to be coping with his injury just fine.

Nevertheless, when Onslaught reached Oil Slick and Swindle, Brawl had already advanced out of the sea and was firing blast after blast of electrons towards Blades' position in the sky with his electron gun. "Haha! Time to die Autobozo! You wanna brawl with Brawl?! C'mon! Reaper's is coming for you!"

Knowing full well that Vortex was already in the air and likely waiting for his chance to humiliate Blades, Brawl continued to pay heed to Onslaught's instructions for now. As the ground began getting more solid under his feet, Brawl transformed into his tank mode which allowed him to access his all weapon systems and began shuffling through the targeting data Vortex was providing to him and the other Combaticons. Two forms in particular captured his attention - Hardhead and Kup. The veteran warrior was already retreating from the battlefield for some reason and while blasting someone in the back was not beyond Brawl, he really didn't feel bothering with it. Now Kup on the other hand had been left standing in the open due to Hardhead's hasty retreat - and well, Brawl wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Time to go old timer! To the scrapyard you belong!" Brawl boomed as he fired an explosive shell at Kup's position.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Devastron » Mon Nov 05, 2012 8:05 pm

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On Shore

Kup transformed as Hardhead returned fire at him. He had hoped that his shots would at least distract him a bit but that didn’t seem to be the case. The old warrior swerved and braked to help avoid the incoming fire. He still took a couple of close calls, adding a few more dents, tears and scratches to his armor but he was made of pretty stern stuff himself. As the Autobot closed in he transformed back to his robot mode, ready to go hand to hand with Hardhead if necessary.

The old timer was surprised to see the other Autobot turn tail and run off towards Hot Rod who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Kup briefly considered firing on him but the seeing Warpath’s fallen form and receiving the signal from First Aid kept him focused on recovering the wounded. He grabbed the tankformer and heaved him over one shoulder with a grunt. Next time he was going to let someone else recover the heaviest of the wounded.

Kup began jogging back towards the tree line, his already slow gait reduced further by the weight and awkwardness of Warpath’s body. An explosion tore into the ground directly behind them. The heat of the blast scorched Kup’s back and sent both of them hurtling forward, slamming into the ground. The old warhorse pulled himself up to his knees with a grunt, hefting his musket once again. “I’m getting to old for this slag," he muttered to himself as he returned fire on Brawl.

>>"Autobots, I’ve got a wounded Warpath and I’m heading to the forest but I’ve got Decepticon problems coming from the water. Could use some covering fire to help me make it the rest of the way."<<

*

Hot Spot nearly plowed through a smaller Decepticon that emerged from the explosion at the mouth of the cave. He thought he heard a snarl as the Con deftly dodged around him, darting off towards the beach. The Protectobot continued forward though, knowing that saving a downed comrade was more important then shooting down a random Decepticon.

The Protectobot leader transformed and jogged into the cave. It didn’t take long to find Ricochet as the sparks and crackles from his damaged form quickly gave away his position. Hot Spot frowned as he saw the damage, but quickly covered it with a confident expression. The other Autobot was in bad shape, but he had seen First Aid patch up worse.

“Alright Ricochet, its Hot Spot. I’m here to get you out of here." He carefully scooped up the wounded Autobot in his arms. “The fighting is still going on so it might be a bumpy trip, but I’ll get you out of here. First Aid will have you patched up in no time." He hoped his tone was reassuring as he carefully walked out of the cave and began the long jog back to the line of trees.

*

Ironhide saw that his liquid nitrogen did the trick once again as Hex froze up, putting a halt to the fight. The warrior didn’t want to wait around to see if he would break out. He grabbed a hold of Saferoute’s hand and began pulling her away. “C’mon, its time to get the slag out of here!" He sincerely hoped that she would just come along as he was in no mood to carry her.

The Autobot turned to see Kup hurtled through the air by an explosion. He quickly glanced towards the sea to see Brawl emerging from the waves. “Awww slag, why can’t it ever be easy?" He drew his laser rifle and began firing at the Combaticon even as he retreated back to the trees. He glanced over at Saferoute. “If you still got a workin’ gun, I suggest ya use it so we can all get the slag out of here in the fewest pieces possible."

*

While Oil Slick did not show it he did feel some relief at the arrival of Onslaught. While he was quite capable of fighting battles more sophisticated tactics were not his specialty. In addition he lacked the long range artillery that the Combaticons had. Now he had the luxury of waiting while they softened up the Autobots so he could move in closer to deliver a decisive strike.

*

Swindle finally joined Onslaught and Brawl, poking his head just above the surface of the water to take in the battle in front of him. It certainly was a chaotic scene with Bots and Cons fighting in the air and land. Fortunately the sea was still relatively peaceful, well, if you excluded Brawl and Onslaught firing artillery from it. Really among the Combaticons that seemed to be about as peaceful as it got.

From the looks of things some of the Autobots were retreating with wounded while some others were gathering up. The arms dealer wasn’t particularly interested in the non-wounded Bots. Injured Bots though, they could always be good for salvage, either directly or indirectly from parts they lost while retreating. Either way he needed to slow or stop their retreat. He brought his scatter blaster up and began firing on Saferoute and Kup, knowing that with his gun’s scatter blast pattern he had the best shot of hitting both of them as opposed to any other Autobots.

*

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Hook just waved his hand at Scavenger as he went to work on Mixmaster. “Yes, fine, whatever, just stay out of the way." The surgical engineer quickly went to work on the Constructicon chemist. He carefully removed his chest plate and quickly began his work on his internal parts. The operation was still a delicate one, but the experience in Scavenger allowed it to go quicker and more smoothly. Once the adjustments were made to his internal structure were complete he moved to the more sophisticated task of adjusting his nervous systems. Soon the outside world was completely tuned out as he worked on bringing another piece of Devestator to life.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Ember » Wed Nov 07, 2012 1:56 am

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Skies above the Shoreline

There was no time to hang around to see if his rockets actually hit home, or if they even missed Astrotrain and Blitzwing completely. Instead Blades had to take evasive maneuvers in order to avoid a blast of electrons which appeared to originate from the sea…or was that…Brawl?

Luckily for the Autobot aerialist he was able to dodge the fire and throw a few witty barbs right back at the Combaticon bruiser.

“Is that all you got?! You couldn’t hit an asteroid even if it had a target painted on it!"

To Blade’s surprise Brawl didn’t want to stick around and play 'who could kill who first'…instead he took to locating another target…namely Kup who had been engaged in a fight with Hardhead. The old timer had then disengaged the warrior and set off to retrieve Warpath’s body. Unfortunately, Kup didn’t make it into the treeline…the shell Brawl had fired exploded behind the ‘Bot sending him and the headless body hurtling forward into the air. The Protectobot flier let out an irritated growl before he turned toward the Combaticon and let loose several rockets.

>>"Kup! I’ll try to keep your little groupie at bay!"<<

On Shore – Treeline

With his teammates rather engaged in holding any potential threats at bay, First Aid continued his work on sealing off some of the larger lines that had been opened when Warpath’s cranium was taken from his body. He was nearly done when a series of bullets blew past his position causing him to drop to his knees and double over concealing his friend’s head beneath his body so as to protect it from any more damage.

When the coast was clear and he was sure it was safe to sit back up, First Aid took a quick glance toward Groove to ensure that the scout was still functional. From his position it looked as though the other Protectobot had made it through that last barrage without any problems.

As jumpy as First Aid was he was more so when he heard the sound of someone approaching from behind his location. The doctor quickly drew his photon pistol and pointed it toward the dense brush that was at his back. Finger on the trigger First Aid called back into the wooded area. Unfortunately, there was no way for him to know that Ultra Magnus had shown up and sent Bidder out to locate him.

“Who…who’s there? Don’t come any closer!"
____

From his makeshift perch overlooking the battle scene before him, Rodimus smiled. Such carnage. Such…confusion. It was enough to draw a low chuckle from the re-made mech. Everything was falling into place…just as his Master had predicted. It was only a matter of time until all would be ready.

Rodimus’ musings were interrupted when he heard from across the din of weapons fire his taken name being called out and it was bellowed from none other than Ultra Magnus himself. So, the Autobots saw fit to send their peacekeeping agent. Pitiful.

“Yes, Drag Strip I see him."

While the Prime kept his optics trained on the blue and white Autobot his remaining three Heralds returned to his side. The first to arrive was his warrior. As expected Hardhead offered a bow before taking his place at his Master’s right side. Hardhead’s arrival was followed closely by Hex. Upon the younger mech’s appearance Rodimus broke off his gaze of the City Commander and focused on the new arrival. The scout took his place directly in front of his Master. And from the right of the outcropping Darkride emerged and quickly took his own position to Rodimus’ left next to Drag Strip.

With all of his Heralds finally at his side Rodimus regarded the Cybertronians engaged below. The Prime then placed both hands gently on Hex’s shoulders and caught Magnus’ gaze once more.

“You’re too late, Ultra Magnus! I’ve already won!"

Rodimus flashed the Autobot a smile before he gave a slight squeeze to his young Herald’s shoulders. Without a word Hex stepped forward giving his master some room. Just behind the silver scout Rodimus brought both arms up and tossed his head back as his entire body was engulfed in flames.

The swirling inferno that had consumed the Prime obscured his form from the sight of all those present and when the flames began to die down and Rodimus’ physical form came into focus it was clear that he had changed. He had grown taller. His arms and legs had lengthened and thinned. His hands ended in claws rather than well defined servos. And fire from every transform seem and expansion gap. He still retained some of the features that belonged to Rodimus but he was no longer that mech.

Rodimus was something else.

He lowered his arms and placed them back upon Hex’s shoulders before slowly lowering his head. The creature cast his burning gaze on his gathered brood regarding each one before he turned his attention to those below.

“Your kind is a disease in this Universe that must be eradicated! You deserve nothing less than pain and torture!"

Darkride took a quick glance up at his Master who offered a knowing glance and a slight nod. He calmly raised a hand from his young Herald’s shoulder and extended a sharp claw in the gathered Cybertronians’ direction.

“Once I was revered among your kind! I stood over even the greatest Cybertroninas! Then I was cast out for my beliefs! They feared my knowledge and power! Since that day and forever more I am now known as The Fallen!"
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Marcus Rush » Thu Nov 08, 2012 3:49 pm

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Skies above

The inital burst of small arms fire coming from Groove pelted Vortex's undercaridge with a stinging ferocity, and though the Combaticon's armor was thick enough to absorb the blasts, whatever Groove hoped to accomplish had been done. The Decepticon copter was forced to bank hard right and readjust his position. His sensors trained on the source of the shots as he refocused his link with the others on to the patch where the most activity was taking place.

"Onslaught, got some creepy news for you. It would appear that our good friend Ultra Magnus has decided to come out of the woodwork, so to speak. I am sending you artillery coordinates for his position, as well as the..." Vortex paused as a second volley of shots came from the Protectobot Scout. "Oh this won't do at all."

Vortex flipped over on his axis and brought his rotors down slightly. He kicked in his overdrive and began concentrating the airstream surrounding him. Within moments a funnel of air was launched towards the ground and Groove. A tornado that would wipe clean the region, at least that was the hope. He added a few bursts from the modified Vulcan Cannon that came standard with his new form, in order to insure that Groove would be forced along the path of his deadly storm.

A new signal pinged onto Vortex's sensors as he continued to coral the smaller Autobot Cycle. It was immediately recognized, catagorized and filed. "Drag Strip, here?"

Vortex stopped his retaliation briefly to adjust his focus on Ultra Magnus's position. He narrowed the bandwidth and brought everything into high resolution. The interrogator directly linked with the other combaticons and transmitted the visuals, Drag Strip holding hands with some sort of mutanted freak of a mech that bore an eerie glow about it. "What in the name of Megatronus is going on down there?"

Treeline

Ultra Magnus shielded his optical sensors, as the one impersonating Hot Rod exploded into flames. It was sheer brilliance that not even his polarizing features could compensate for. Even with the elevated illumination, the Autobot commander refused to turn away. Something familiar was happening, and he would be damned if he did not record what he could for postarity, and perhaps a way to reverse the effects should the time come.

Once the intense flames died down, Magnus was able to lower his visual shield and gaze upon the magnificent horror that had replaced his former comrade in arms. "No." It was a terrible sight to hold, and Magnus could feel his energon run slightly chilled.

"Cast out for trying to usurp the order that had been established by your brethren." He spat back as he leveled his weapon on the vile shadow before him. He knew the legends, a slighted Prime once held to the highest esteam who tried to slaughter his brothers and sister in order to reign supreme. Of course those were legends, much as Liege Maximo was only a legend. Sentinel Prime nor Zeta Prime, is prior mentors had ever given much stock in such tales.

Behind the twisted frame of metal and darkness, a small figure lept from a birch tree limb down to a small carbon scarred boulder. It transformed from its Cyber Primate alternative form with two short cutting blades cripped in each dexterious hand. Magnus registered the movement and calculated the risks and rewards of keeping this twisted monster focused solely on him. To give Tonton the opening he required to end this engagement before it spiraled out of hand even further, it was a necessary calculation Magnus had to make.

Magnus straightened his resolve and faced down the Fallen One. His first instinct was to unleash a hellstorm of firepower down upon their heads, but he was no longer a simple field commander. He had to do what was best for those under his command, he had to act like the Primes, Maximus and his brother Optimus. He had to offer Diplomacy before battle, it was a door that needed to be explored. And if it did not work, he always had the option of scorching the the very earth they stood on. "The only disease I register here, is the ones infesting good Autobots and Cybertronians. Surrender now and we can help you solve your grievences. We can work to parlay this madness."

He gave a few moments for the mad transformer to consider the new option. He figured that there was no accepting a truce after going through the trouble he had in order to secure whatever he was securing. Followers, corrupted or willing, Magnus knew this was not going to be the end of it. But he needed to try, that was what Optimus would do.

Of course when the offer was inevitably rejected, Magnus transmitted a silent message to Tonton as he crept ever closer to his prey. As soon as it was rejected, attack and disable. Killing the Fallen right now would only result in two fatalities. Hot Rod had to be rescued, where ever he was.

Medical Station

Bidder lumbered through a beach tree, shards of it splintering and raining down along his path as he pushed further into the grove of trees. His two rocket launchers, one in each hand, were his boxing fists as he pummeled yet another organic tree. "Stupid biologic creatures. If they are the dominant forms of life on this planet, the cons can have it."

He finally pushed his way through the tree grove, leaving a path of broken branches, splintered trunks and tree stumps in his wake. "Oops," was his only response as he retracted his launchers to rub the back of his head. His optics pivoted slightly to catch the form of his target quivering with... whatever emotion things quivered with. Bidder knew of only one emotion and it was hardwired into him, aggression.

"So you're the protoform that needs to be sat on?" He addressed First Aid with a semi genuine note of contempt. He wanted to be on the front lines, but Magnus had sent him here. "Alright Medic, you and I are goin' to be pallies, got that? You do you job and I'll see no harm comes to ya. Capiche?"
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Insidious » Fri Nov 09, 2012 2:37 pm

Skies

Artillery whistled past him even as he cut his own path through the skies. Astrotrain was not exactly as maneuverable as a Seeker or an Aerialbot, but he could get around. His function was transportation, not dogfighting.

Blitzwing's question gave him only a moment's pause.

>>"They've got to. I mean, right? Why else would they be here?"<< Astrotrain transmitted back. This was war. One side took plundered the other side's resources. That's how it always worked. Eventually one side would run out and the war would end. That was how Astrotrain figured it, anyway.

However, the triple-changer's figuring had also caused him to become a little too distracted. The moment's pause in shifting Astrotrain's focus was enough to get him in trouble.

It was a pair of proximity mortars detonating far too close for Astrotrain's comfort that had eventually done some real damage. One had explored just off his port side, causing him to jostle around a little in the air. The second, however, had collided with one of his wing units, decimating a portion of it and sending flames licking across that entire portion of his body.

>>"I'm goin' down, Blitz!"<< Astrotrain commed off, as the rapidly spreading inferno on his left side continued to grow in intensity even as he lost his ability to stabilize in the air. At least in this mode. He started to transform, hoping to autocorrect for some of the damage that he had sustained, but it was too late. The triple-changer crashed into the mushy, beachy earth below and skidded several hundred feet before coming to a stop.

Astrotrain pulled his head up from the muddy shoreline, his optics flickering intermittently beneath the muck.

"Just...great."
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Wreck 'n Rule » Sun Nov 11, 2012 11:25 pm

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

Groove watched as his shots hit Vortex, which did little to harm the interrogator. Groove wasn't disappointed though, as the Decepticon chopper turned toward him, just as he had hoped.

There we go, the scout thought as he quickly transformed to his motorcycle mode and started driving away through the forest, Can't give Onslaught or Brawl our coordinates if you're chasing after me.

Thanks to his manueverable motorcycle mode, Groove was able to bob and weave through the foliage faster than most Autobots on land- which didn't mean much when being chased by a Decepticon in the sky.

The wind's picking up- I know what that means!

Groove could feel light debris start to hit him from all directions, his sensors picking up Vortex above him- and a spinning funnel of high winds in between the two heading in his direction. Groove remained focused on the narrow path ahead, as it was his only chance.

Need to hurry, can't stop movi- OH SLAG!

Ahead of Groove came several shots from Vortex's vulcan cannon, closing in on the scout. Groove had no choice but to make a sudden stop to avoid getting hit, just managing not to flip his alternate mode into the air. But by dodging a bullet and stopping, even if only for a second, Groove had lost any slim chance he had of outrunning the incoming tornado.

"Oh no!", he shouted as he felt the strong winds start to move him. He transformed back to his robot mode, hoping that his larger, heavier form would keep him from being taken. For an astrosecond he managed to stay on the ground, but the swirling winds grew stronger, pulling him off the ground as he made a futile attempt to dig his digits in to keep from going further upward, but all he got were hands full of dirt as the tornado brought him airborne.

Groove could do nothing but spin violently within the cyclone as he was repeatedly being pelted by rocks and trees that had also been picked up by the winds. Between the constant hits by debris and the powerful winds moving him, all of Groove's sensors were rendered useless.

Then just as suddenly as it started, it seemed to stop. The noise of the howling winds and the debris that had clouded his optics were gone, as Groove felt himself being thrown from the tornado high into the air. As Groove felt his upward momentum start to slow, seeing the battlefield far below him, he regained enough awareness to open an emergency comm-line.

>>BLADES-ANYONE-HELP!<<, was all he sent as he felt gravity start to take hold.

On Shore

Saferoute fell on her back, expecting Hex to finally reach her and rip the wires out of her neck. Instead of feeling his teeth dig into her armor, though, she watched the young mech freeze in place. She breathed a quick sigh of relief, but was suddenly startled by the sight of a still-frozen Hex managing to drag his frozen body toward her.

She said nothing, her jaw simply hanging wide open as she backed away from him as best he could, ignoring the slight pain she felt as her burned aft dragged on the ground. Then to her confused, but thankful astonishment, the possessed scout halted his chase. She could only sit and stare as he shredded away the ice that had surrounded his legs in a matter of minutes, then gave her one last menacing smile before he left.

That.... that was no mech..... what..... what happened? was all she could think as she sat in a daze. It wasn't until Ironhide offered a hand up that she came back to the real world.

"Huh?", she said confused as she took the red mech's hand and got to her feet, "Oh, uh right, yeah."

Looking around the ground she spotted her laser rifle a few yards away. After Ironhide's suggestion she hurried over and picked it up, then followed toward the treeline. After receiving a request from Kup for covering fire, she started to take aim at Brawl when her optics picked up a strange light from a distance. As she tried to determine what it was, she felt sudden sharp pain in several parts of her body. She had failed to notice Swindle firing at her, and his scatter shots had managed to hit her.

"RRRRGH", she grunted as she went to her knees in pain, assessing the damage brought on by the weapons dealer. A couple of hits to her right arm, one in her left leg, another in her lower torso that hadn't completely pierced the armor, but had caused a small leak of energon, and a couple that just grazed her shoulder.

"Slaggit.", she grumbled as she grit her teeth, shook her head and got back on her feet, "Not going down yet! Not yet!"

Continuing her backward progress toward the treeline, Saferoute took careful aim with her rifle and fired at Swindle.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Drop Bear » Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:09 am

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

The appearance of Blades hovering in the sky came as no surprise. The appearance of Blades hovering in the sky with the intention of destroying Blitzwing came as no surprise. The appearance of Blades hovering in the sky with the intention of destroying Blitzwing via the employment of his unique rockets came as no surprise.

The sudden arrival of that tin foil plane, Slingshot, did.

No sooner had Blitzwing eluded certain critical damage the Protectobot's rocket had to offer him than this lone Aerialbot decided to show up—seemingly out of nowhere—determined to clip his wings and watch him drop like a stone, straight out of the sky.

Evading Blades's smart rocket had been comprised mostly of a miracle and luck, with a hint of finesse thrown in to complete his concoction of survival. But Blitzwing would be unable to repeat his Getaway-like performance against Slingshot, who now assumed Blades's place in this aerial conflict while the Protectobot tended to another portion of the battle.

Having fought the Aerialbots on several occasions, he knew of the capabilities they possessed—and in particular, the outstanding sharpshooting skills Slingshot flaunted, much as it galled him to admit. On further consideration, however, the pipsqueak's arsenal packed a punch, too, forcing Blitzwing to treat this one with respect, and as a dangerous foe. That detail by itself, even though only given a moment's regard, immediately promoted Blitzwing's irritation to anger.

Blitzwing tried to recover from his defensive position and switch into an offensive one, but he realised time wasn't on his side. Blades's rocket had been exceptionally hard to shake; the few astroseconds still available left him with a single choice: to improvise. With Slingshot coming in hard and fast, preparing to open fire, there was little else he could do.

As though proving he'd been stripped of time and options, Slingshot unleashed a pair of proximity mortars. Hurling through the air, their course seemed inevitable, unstoppable.

And they closed in.

Frag it! This little glitch has me on the ropes! I don't believe it!

Getting closer.

I'll get him back—oh yeah! I'll get him back!

Closer.

A balanced combination of intuition and battlefield experience told him what to do.

Too close.

Slingshot's accuracy and abruptness had gained him the victory. Out of position and time, Blitzwing could neither pull up quickly enough and retreat into the higher reaches of the troposphere nor outrun the proximity mortars.

Detonations.

Believing—or rather hoping—the armoured flanks of his tank mode would provide him with reasonable protection, he transformed. He also hoped the tank's impressive mass would allow him to fall fast, lest he be snared in the mortar shells optimal blast range and struck ruthlessly by its potent contents.

Explosions.

He fell.

Shrapnel and chemicals lashed at his armoured plates, slicing here, scorching there.

Kept falling.

“Frag it!"

Reverted to robot mode and engaged his foot thrusters, using maximum power.

He flipped and rolled wildly.

Long way down.

Struggled to secure stability during his descent.

Big fall, but he'd be a big mess soon if he didn't correct himself.

>>“Goin' down, huh, 'Train? That makes two of us."<<

Down.

Down.

Down.

Blitzwing finally gained stability. Then crash-landed in the forest.

Ouch.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Cryhavok » Tue Nov 13, 2012 6:13 am

Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
On Shore

Brawl was enjoying life to its fullest right now. Nothing beat fighting the Autobots. Sowing destruction all around him, watching as him enemies scurried around in their feeble hope of being able to stop him. He was built for this. With Hardhead and Warpath out of the picture for reason or another, the Autobots had lost whatever chances they had had to breach Brawl's thick armor plating through use of conventional weaponry they carried. Even Kup's musket laser did little more than register in Brawl's tactical HUD as his shielding deflected what little was left of the weapon's power at this range.

"That almost tickles old timer! Unless your strategy involves waiting for me to rust down, I'd suggest you put more effort to it!" Brawl boomed at Kup before firing another explosive shell towards the Autobot veteran. It wasn't like the Combaticon didn't respect Kup's fighting prowess. He knew very well that Kup was an experienced and crafty adversary. But Brawl, like many other Combaticons was passionate about weapons. And he knew very well that despite packing punch at close range, Kup was just too far away from him for his musket laser to hurt Brawl.

All this of course, did bring out that certain short coming of Brawl's. He had difficult time to grasp on the bigger picture. With his attention focused on Kup, he had almost forgotten that he had fired at Blades too and invoking the wrath of the Protectobot streetfighter - an enemy who actually was equipped with more firepower than Brawl would have liked to give him credit for. The reality struck hard as his sensors registered Blades' firing rockets at him. Through instincts honed in tens of thousands of years of combat, Brawl's turret rotated to face the direction of the rockets racing towards him. It wasn't like he had any chance of showing off his marksmanship skills with his 140mm cannon. No, he did it to be able to fire nearly continuous sonic assault towards the approaching rockets with his twin sonic cannon - practically creating a wall of sonic blasts that despite of the inaccuracy of his blasts, managed to detonate the rockets before they'd have hit their target.

"You can't hurt me! You can't even hit me! You're so going down choppaboy!" Brawl howled his version of extremely witty insults at Blades and began tracking Blades' movements with his main cannon. Which in turn only proved that he had practically forgot Kup's existence.

In the horizon however, a new threat approached the airborne Autobots - Dirge and Thundercracker. The chilling wail of jet engines over the battlefield foretelling their arrival as the two Decepticon jets took the advantage of Dirge's fear inducing power through having decreased their flying speed below that of the speed of sound just prior entering the fray. Indeed, now it was not only Ramjet and Vortex whom Blades and Slingshot had to worry about despite having been able to drop Astrotrain and Blitzwing from the skies. For unless the two airborne Autobots had forgotten to turn their targeting alarms on - they were now practically screaming high alert as the two fresh Decepticon fliers were seeking to lock their missiles on them.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Foxfire13795 » Wed Nov 14, 2012 2:13 am

Motto: "Broken Autobots never mend."
Weapon: Magnetic Repellor-Attractor
Treeline

Streetwise provided as much cover fire as possible as events began to spiral hopelessly out of control. What had been intended as a simple rescue mission had escalated into a dire combat situation. Not really surprising, if Streetwise was being honest with himself. Since Hot Rod and the others had actually tracked down the Decepticons somehow, it would be logical to assume that their base was close. The appearance of a whole battalion of Decepticons went a long way in cementing that theory. There wasn't much Streetwise could do against the Combaticons with only his photon pistol. To make matters worse, the Decepticons swarmed the skies as well, outnumbering their two Autobot fliers by a significant margin.

"Where the frag are the other Aerialbots anyway?" the interceptor muttered to himself at he shot off a few more rounds.

Streetwise could probably help out with his trunk-mounted double-barreled air compressor cannon. He was deciding on how he should go about it when Groove's cry for help came over the emergency comm link. Concern for his teammate gripped the Protectobot's spark for only an astrosecond before he jerked into action.

Streetwise burst from the cover of the treeline, hoping to draw some attention to himself and away from the retreating Autobots as well as Slingshot and Blades. He had a plan. It was a reckless plan, but it was still a plan. He was going to pick a fight with Brawl, which could potentially be one of the more suicidal undertakings of his life. If all went well, Streetwise would be able to distract him long enough for Blades to help out Groove. If all didn't go well...Well, he would cross that space bridge when he came to it. His priority was assisting Groove.

Transforming into his alternate form, he charged his air compressor cannon and tore down the beach, making himself a moving target and hopefully harder to hit. The sand made it difficult to steer and maneuver, so Streetwise tried to keep to solid ground as much as possible. Once the air compressor cannon was charged, he swerved to face Brawl and fired it off at the hulking Combaticon. Hopefully, that would grab the Combaticon's attention in a large way. Streetwise opened a comm link to Blades.

>>"Blades! Get Groove! I'll cover you!"<<

This would not be fun. In fact, provoking Brawl is what Streetwise would consider the antithesis of fun. The interceptor felt a festering seed of dread deep in his spark. The feeling only seemed to intensify exponentially as the astroseconds passed. Then, Streetwise realized that was coming. Dirge had arrived.

Slag, that's all we need! Seekers...
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby #Sideways# » Wed Nov 14, 2012 1:15 pm

Motto: "Watch me swooce right in! [SWOOCING]"
Weapon: Rapid-Fire Sonic Shell Cannons
Skies Above

Ramjet was, oddly enough, not dropping his payload of cluster bombs... yet. He had been watching the interesting and disturbing view of the battle below him, paying careful attention to the likes of Hot Rod and Darkride, the latter of which has mysteriously risen from the dead, and the former had teleported around.

It was then when more Autobots bounced in from space. The battle was a bloodbath. Autobots against Autobots, practically tearing each other apart! Maybe... Maybe there was an opportunity to be had.

He recieved signals from both Blitzwing and Astrotrain, both of them had fallen to the newly arrived Aerialbots and Protectobots.

<<Frag. Retreat to the base and get to Onslaught if you can! We need as much manpower as I -- we can get.>> Ramjet said through the comm link with the Triple Changers.

It was then when Hot Rod appeared again, but flaming. Had he been hit? No, Hot Rod was actually producing the flames, but not being burned by them. It was then when he heard what Hot Rod said. He spoke his new designation: The Fallen.

This sent a chill down Ramjet's spine. He had heard the legends, and he did not like how they ended. Always with The Fallen One plotting the destruction of all life.

Ramjet collected his shattered courage and contacted the one person he would never in a Vorn contact: Ultra Magnus.

<<Magnus. It seems we have a common enemy.>> Ramjet said through the private comm link with the City Commander, with any luck, their combined forces would be able to stop this menace before it gained any ground.

<<Commander Onslaught! I know who is doing all of this, but you are not going to believe it. It is The Fallen One from legend!>> Ramjet contacted Onslaught as fast as he could so he may pull out of sight from the annoying Aerialbots and transform beyond the treeline.

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<<Ye got it, Scrapper!>> Bonecrusher replied as he bounded over to Onslaught.

Bonecrusher landed in a puff of silt as he trod forward to the Combaticon Leader.

"Scrapper want'd me and Long Haul to get ov'r here and get on the front lines!" Bonecrusher boomed, looking at the much larger stature of Onslaught.

One thing bugged him, though, what if he or Long Haul got scrapped? Devastator would not be able to be finished! The whole thing would go up in flames. Well, if they were on the surface things would go down in flames, here they would just collapse.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Insidious » Wed Nov 14, 2012 1:44 pm

Shoreline

The battlefield reports seemed to be getting more interesting by the klik. Onslaught knew that if he wanted to get in to the thick of it and see what exactly was going on, he was going to need to press forward and risk exposing himself. It was a necessary risk, under the circumstances.

>>"Copy that, Vortex. I'm moving in,"<< Onslaught transmitted, noticing that something had seemingly interfered with Vortex's aerial targeting system, as the Combaticon Commander wasn't getting the same clearly pinpointed targets that he had been previously. >>"Find a way to restore your aerial targeting. I'm getting interference. Brawl probably is too, not that he cares."<<

He looked back to acknowledge that Swindle had joined their group. Not far behind him, a pair of Constructicons approached, acknowledging that Scrapper had followed through on Onslaught's orders to the Constructicons. Both would be useful in the coming breems. He was about to address them verbally when another strange report came in, this time from Ramjet. Onslaught held up a hand as he continued to listen to the transmission.

Now he really couldn't believe what he was hearing.

The first odd report he had received indicated that there were Autobots fighting Autobots. And now, if Ramjet was to be believed, the Fallen was somewhere on this very battlefield. The Fallen.

The Fallen....?

Onslaught couldn't repeat it enough times to make it sound plausible. It was almost as if one of his soldiers had reported that Primus was on the battlefield. Or the collective Thirteen had just entered the fray. What in the slagging hell had he been thrown in to? From a human perspective, it was as if Zeus, Hades or Quetzalcoatl had just been sighted as a combatant. There was not way to strategically prepare for that. Onslaught, however, would do his best.

>>"Copy, Ramjet. Forward that location to all units,"<< Onslaught began. There had been no need to request a repeat transmission. It had come through clearly. Nonetheless, he did require some confirmation. If this was some sort of ploy or misinformation, Ramjet would pay dearly.

>>"Onslaught to all Decepticons. I have a visual report of.......the Fallen on the field. I want secondary confirmation. Description is unnecessary. If it's true and you see him, you'll know. Do not engage this individual, I repeat, do not engage."<<

Onslaught stalked toward the treeline where a significant amount of the field action seemed to be occurring. He launched another photon missile in to the treeline as his sonic stun gun transformed from a compartment on his arm. Dual-gripping the weapon, he let loose with a volley at the first Autobot to clearly come within his field of vision, which in this case was the Protectobot, Streetwise. Truthfully, if Ramjet's report was remotely accurate. Hot Spot and his secondaries were the least of the Combaticon Commander's concern now.
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Re: Sea of Change

Postby Ember » Wed Nov 14, 2012 11:40 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
((OOC: I'm splitting this post up...because it makes me feel better...and because the damn thing is so long.))

Skies Above

“Oh now that’s just prime. Just what I need…an annoying braggart who can’t fight for scrap!"

Of course Blades was referring to Slingshot…who else could even register as such on the Protectobot’s radar. Now all he needed to do was out fly and out class the Aerialbot. Probably wouldn’t be all that bad…showing him off.

Blades’ musings were interrupted rather rudely by the frantic communique of Groove who seemed to be…oh this just keeps getting better and better. He tried to discern the progress of his rockets but with the precarious mess Groove had now gotten himself into Blades had to abandon his watch and head to his teammate’s aid.

>>"I’m comin’ Groove!"<<

While en-route to the scout a strong sense of apprehension nearly washed over the flier in a rocking wave. Why was he suddenly so worried? His inner ponderings were answered when the sound of jet engines came into audio-shot. Frag! Too busy trying to slag that idiot Combaticon forgot to watch for other fliers. Scrap, this is not gonna be easy.

The worry and foreboding remained as he banked hard and made his approach to save his freefalling comrade…to his own relief Blades was able to hold it together long enough to transform and make the necessary rescue by grabbing hold of Groove’s wrist and tugging up hard insuring the scout was secure.

“Next time…make sure you’re packin’!"

Blades began to maneuver closer to the treeline so he could find a suitable and secure location to set Groove down when he received a communique from Streetwise, who was also prepping to cover his and Groove’s escape.

>>"Already on it, Street! I got Groove and I’m working my way to set him down. But I gotta get back up in the air…need to make sure Slingshot don’t screw nothin’ up!"<<

The air support mech brought his comrade within a few feet of the ground and released Groove. Blades didn’t stick around long but he did leave his comrade with some parting words…

“Keep to the treeline…in fact go keep Aid company…I’m sure he could use your help."

Blades then rose up into the air and transformed back into his Bell UH-1Y Venom Helicopter mode and shot off and back into the fray.

On Shore – Cliffside Outcropping

Pompous fool. It will be a great honor to be the one to eliminate this…stain.

Take it from me Magnus won’t go down so easy. Neither will the rest of them. If anything we’re fighters each and every one of them.

Spare me. Your kind may be capable of dealing with minute altercations, as with this petty war of yours, but you are all incapable of saving yourselves.

We’d all rather die knowing that we at least attempted to stop you than live with the knowledge that we…

HAHA! You are a persistent one I will give you that, but it matters not. Your pleas and vigorous attempts at elevating the importance of your race and friends are moot. They don’t matter…you don’t matter. Only He matters.

And your so called heralds…do they matter?

They are integral to bringing about the coming apocalypse…so to answer your question…yes they matter. Now watch as they prove their usefulness…

The internal battle that was still being fought by the original caretaker of the flame embossed frame finally subsided. There was a sudden calm that washed over The Fallen as he perceived everything all at once…from the breeze that was rolling off the waves to the flapping of frantic wings as a group of birds took off from their hidden perches. All that was around flooded his senses…and for now the one thing that posed any kind of threat was located just behind him and his gathered brood…Tonton in his Cyber Primate mode.
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Twincast / Podcast #105:
"Megatronus"
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Posted: Sunday, November 23rd, 2014