. Disengage and move to assist with the orbital siege. The Shatterer's
squadron will deal with the remaining enemy frigates. Spirit of Wrath
, return to base for repairs and refit."<<
Scorponok sent out new orders to his fleet after carefully pondering his next move in front of the sensor grid that provided him live feedback from all the ships of the fleet. The small Autobot fleet providing defense to the Elba system was falling. It was no coincidence either but a carefully crafted strategy crafted by him and the rest of the Conclave. He had moved in with overwhelming force after meticulously splintering Fortress Maximus' fleet across the galaxy through forcing the Autobots to react to a number of feint attacks and suspicious Decepticon activity.
A glimmering sign marking the beginning of firing sequence by the Shatterer caught the attention the massive Decepticon warlord. The target was an Autobot cruiser and the only possible outcome - destruction of the Autobot vessel.
It was a shame that no sound could be heard in the vacuum of space for the spectacle before his optics lost some of its grandeur with the lack of the cacophony of explosions. At least the brilliant flash of a starship's exploding quantum engines was no less spectacular - as the worldsweeper Shatterer
provided the killing blow against an Autobot cruiser that had tried to battle the superior enemy ship vigorously despite of being crippled by the Decepticon cyberwarfare attack. A gleeful smile grew on Scorponok's face as the reflection of the dying explosion danced on his protective visor. This battle was his. Fortress Maximus be damned, Garrus-9 would fall today.
He had stood in the command bridge for too long. It was time to take more personal approach to the battle.
"Finback, the bridge is yours." Scorponok stated and began his walk towards the bridge exit.
"Aye, aye captain." The grizzled old war veteran wheezed his response to his commander and flashed the Reflector trio a haggard grin - knowing full well that their pride was hurt by having to answer to an old wreck in a containment tank.
Satisfied by Finback's response, Scorponok began his march towards the hangar. "Soul Siren follow."
, report Steelhaven's
"Not all of them." Hun-Grrr growled his response to Cyclonus' thoughts as he pulled the muzzle of his rifle away from the now headless carcass of an Autobot he had executed on the spot a moment earlier. "But a few with ball bearings can inspire plenty of those without."
The news involving a permission to return to [i]Semper Tyrannis
[/i] to rendezvous with Scorponok was a welcome one. While there certain were still pockets of Autobot resistance hiding within the Steelhaven
, Garrus-9 was far more promising locale for continued carnage. And Hun-Grrr was not satisfied yet. Although he hardly ever was. His craving for destruction was almost as boundless as his appetite. Whatever had made him so primal, he didn't know or care for that matter. As far as he could remember, he had born this way.
"This party was starting to dry out anyhow." The large Terrorcon spoke out and wiped away some of the grime that was covering the barrel of his rifle.
"Terrorcons! Follow me! Time to return to Tyrannis for the final push!"