- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
On Shore - Abandoned Storage Cave
Ricochet had expected to die within that storage cave, left behind by those who found him to be rather unpleasant to be around. It was almost enough to make him rethink his entire demeanor towards his own comrades....almost. Unfortunately for everyone else, the gunner’s temper could not be sedated by his current situation. If anything it only succeeded in making him madder by the astrosecond. He wasn’t really angry at his own kind as enough time had not yet passed to be considered left behind. No, he was more enraged by the sick and twisted behavior of Darkride or whatever that thing was now. Justice would be served on the vicious interrogator along with the rest of the Decepticons for that matter. Until then, the marksman would have no choice but to take out his aggressions on whomever was nearest to him that managed to tick him off.
Within moments someone had entered the cave at a brisk pace and appeared directly by Ricochet’s side. At first he thought it was Darkride, changing his mind and returning to finish the tortures he had started. However, that was not the case as Hot Spot then spoke to the black and gold mech, telling him that everything was going to be okay. The gunner simply replied with a nod as he spat up more energon, making a verbal response almost impossible. It was of no consequence as the Protectobot Commander knew exactly what to do, lifting the wounded mech up within his arms and carrying him out of the cave.
As per Hot Spot’s warning, Ricochet was in for a bumpy ride with the promise of First Aid’s healing abilities that would see the marksman all patched up in no time. Somehow I doubt that. I'm getting a second rate medic instead of Ratchet. I'll be lucky if I even recognize myself when all's said and done, the black and gold gunner thought as he allowed himself to fall into general stasis. It wasn’t full on stasis lock, but just enough to conserve what energon he had left inside his fuel cells that was not currently spilling out of his smashed up faceplate.
On Shore - Cliffside Outcropping
A broad smile spread across Hardhead’s faceplate as Rodimus Prime finally revealed his true identity - The Fallen! The flames that had engulfed the former cavalier caused no discomfort to either the green herald nor to the newest of their kin, Drag Strip. Both remained steadfast even as the battle continued on down below. Ultra Magnus, now having seen what he was truly up against, could offer nothing more than a demand for surrender.
“Is he serious?” Drag Strip asked no one in particular with a slight chuckle, crossing his arms over his chestplate.
“I’m afraid he is,” Hardhead responded as he glanced over at the former Stunticon. “And that is what’s truly sad. Even in the face of the greatest enemy he has ever encountered, Magnus wants to talk things out. Pathetic.”
What was even more pathetic was the attempted simultaneous assaults from two Autobots, Tonton and Bidder. The former had been positioned behind the demigod but stood no chance of getting any closer as the Fallen quickly sent Darkride to rip him to pieces. Likewise, Bidder was easily eviscerated by Hex, who took great delight in doing so. It seemed almost surreal as both Hex and Darkride were once bitter enemies not too long ago and now were united together as supernatural brothers.
Since Hardhead had already decapitated both Warpath and Howlstrike, thus satisfying his lust for carnage for the time being, he was thoroughly able to enjoy the energon shed he was witnessing. Drag Strip, on the other hand, felt a slight sense of disappointment that he was not one of the heralds sent by their master to eliminate the enemy. It mattered little, of course, as there were plenty more to destroy. After all, Drag still had the eventual encounter with his former leader, Motormaster, to look forward to and all of the suffering that the belligerent unit commander had coming to him.
Once both Hex and Darkride had returned to the rocky outcropping, the Fallen promised Ultra Magnus that mass genocide was what awaited him along with the entirety of the Cybertronian race. A swirling portal then appeared behind the demigod and his heralds, one that would take the quintet elsewhere. Drag Strip and Hardhead followed their master and the others back into the void which quickly consumed them, leaving nothing behind for anyone to find or trace. It was like they had never been there at all.
Long Haul had given up his position in the trenches that surrounded the partially built underwater base when it became clear that the structure was not the Autobots’ target. In fact, it was very possible that the enemy did not even know the base was down there. Instead, the green transport returned to his robot mode and made the long trudge through the muck at the bottom of the Yellow Sea until he had finally reached the shoreline where the crux of the battle was now being fought.
“Looks like I’m right on time,” Long Haul mused as his brought his laser pistol up to bare and began firing at any Autobot he could locate. There was so much activity going on that is was difficult to pinpoint a specific target. Everything came to a screeching halt when he received Onslaught’s communique regarding the Fallen, himself, being on the battlefield. “Seriously?!?” The heavy lifter stopped and began to scan the tree line where the majority of the Autobots were currently positioned at or retreating to before glancing up to see the quintet of mechs on a cliffside outcropping.
>>”Onslaught, this is Long Haul. I’ve just arrived on the beach and can make out the Fallen and four other mechs standing with him on the side of a cliff just above the treeline. My sensors indicate that those with him are Darkride, Drag Strip and the Autobots Hardhead and I think the other one is Hex. Not sure, though. But I can’t believe what I’m seeing! Decepticons and Autobots working together?! I just can’t....wait....something is happening.”<<
Long Haul paused his transmission when a swirling void opened and consumed the supernatural five before vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.
>>”You’re not going to believe this, Commander. They’re gone! The Fallen and his followers have vanished into thin air! What the slag is going on here?!”<<