Clemency – GraveyardFalcon followed the Autobot femme, firing a continuous stream of rockets at her. His gaze was completely riveted on the helicopter that dared to invade his airspace. However, when that Autobot disappeared from his vision and a wall of fireballs replaced her...well. He had fallen into a trap yet again due to his hatred for the Autobots. He simply could not help himself. Cutting his thrusters and pulling up so that he was completely vertical, Falcon soared through the fiery explosions, his momentum carrying him toward the wall and slightly upward.
Scraping his underbelly on the wall, Falcon just cleared the freighter's hull. He fired up his thrusters despite their complaints, for the slagged Autobot had decided to launch a volley of magna-bombs down at him. Falcon fired off rockets to intercept the bombs and create a smokescreen of sorts before cutting his thrusters again and diving down toward the ground, reactivating them just in time to avoid going splat.
The former Predator commander's frame was scorch-marked and smoking slightly. The underbelly was scuffed and marked by the side of the ship. Damaged. Heavily damaged he was already. Was he going to let that stop him? Oh slag no. That little Autobot fragger would get this back and more. His engines screaming eerily Falcon pulled up, kicking in his afterburners to send him rocketing above the battlefield. Once he passed the Autobot in altitude, he angled back down and set his minigun a-churning, raining down a hail of bullets at
Road Rage.
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Chromia transformed from her blue race car alternate mode into her robot mode with a launcher of some variety in each hand. Firing a grenade or two at
Stalker, the veteran bounced about, keeping light on her feet and making for a difficult target. Glancing around the battlefield, she assessed the situation. Lancer was rolling on down toward her, Moon had wandered off to get a sniping position no doubt, and Firestar and Flare-up were still hanging back by their initial bounce position. All that was fine, they were here to reinforce the Autobot forces. Chromia would allow them to do just that as they saw fit.
Opening up a comm with the ship above, Chromia attempted to reach one of the few left stationed on the
Avante Garde.
>>”Hey up there! Nautica? You around? C'mon girlie, pick up. Look, I'm gonna need ya to tell me when Elita and Ru get back aboard, alright? I like our chances against the Predators, but not the Nemesis's
guns, get me? We'll do an emergency bounce procedure after Elita and Ru hop back, get these boys onto the ship, and jet out of here. Heh, provided Elita doesn't just take care of that little problem while she's away.”<<Chromia kept the comm link open, hoping for a reply as she noticed Snare firing off some masers at Thunderclash. Not on her watch. Chromia hefted her missile launcher at the masers and fired off heat seekers to intercept. “Over here afterburners!” she shouted to
Snare, taunting the Predator.
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Moonracer had zipped off to the nearest destroyed ship when she noticed a little minibot manning a battle station with a bunch of invalid Autobots gathered about. Aww..she couldn't just let the little guy go it alone! The light green femme diverted course and zipped on over to Bumper was. Transforming as she approached, Moonracer skidded to a stop and flashed
Bumper a little peace sign with a bubbly grin before backflipping into position beside him.
“Hiya cutie!” she giggled as she drew out her sniper rifle, training her sights on
Talon, “Let's give these big ole meanies a thompin', tee hee!” Humming softly, Moonracer traced Talon's flight pattern, setting up her shot with deliberation. Chromia and Elita always said focusing would be good for her, so they gave her a sniper rifle. Turned out, she was actually a really good shot! Hee! “How do ya like...” Moonracer pulled the trigger and shot off a high impact round at
Talon “THAT UGLY?! Hah!”