The Energon Pub

It seems that it's been too long since I've been up to shenanigans. Life seems to always find a way of getting in the way. But here we are. Light Metal has been so gracious to indulge me in some Rivalry.

Thundertron and Amalgamated Pretense have declared WAR on Final Resplendence!



Thundertron stood in front of his assembled team, the Decepticon banner fluttering behind him in the dim light of their war room. His presence was commanding, a seasoned veteran who knew the weight of each mission and the cost of failure. He stared at each member of Amalgamated Pretense, his optics gleaming with purpose, as if the fate of this campaign was already written in his mind.

"Listen up, everyone," Thundertron's voice rang out with authority, steady but unwavering. "We’re going after Final Resplendence. And I don’t mean a few skirmishes, some small wins here and there. This is a full out strike."

He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in.

"They’ve been growing stronger, and they’ve been far too comfortable. Synchrony and his team have been making waves, gaining territory, and more importantly, confidence. It’s time we remind them exactly who they’re dealing with."

Thundertron walked slowly around the room, his optics narrowing as he assessed each of his team members. Every one of them had a role to play in the complex web of deception, strategy, and firepower that he was about to unfold.

"We’re not just taking them down—we’re breaking them. We will shatter their morale, leave them confused, disorganized, and unable to recover," Thundertron continued, his voice carrying a cold promise. "We need to show them that their success is temporary, that we hold the superior hand. This mission is about sending a message."

He stopped in front of Valclaron, the silent but dangerous warrior. "Valclaron, you're a frontline force. We need you to sweep through their defenses, disrupt their positions, and create chaos on the ground. Let them know we're coming."

Valclaron nodded, understanding his role perfectly. Thundertron’s optics moved to Eclipse Velocity, the speedster of the group, whose reputation preceded her.

"EV, you're our optics and audios," Thundertron said, a slight nod acknowledging her particular skills. "You’ll be scouting their base, gathering intel, and making sure we know where their leadership is at all times. Synchrony is our prime target. If he makes a move, I need to know where he is before he even thinks about it."

Eclipse Velocity’s lips curled into a confident grin. "I’ll get in, get out, and bring back what we need."

"Good." Thundertron’s gaze moved to Occult, her perceptive abilities invaluable in a mission like this. "Occult, you’ll be crucial in this. They’ll try to hide behind tricks and illusions, but you see through them. Your ability to sense their movements will give us the upper hand. I need you to identify their hidden assets—anything they try to keep out of sight."

Occult simply inclined her head, the faintest smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She didn’t need words; her actions would speak louder than any directive.

Turning toward Soundwave, Thundertron’s expression softened just a fraction. He knew the loyalty Soundwave commanded, his unshakable reliability. "Soundwave, you’ll coordinate the communication side. We can’t afford to let them rally. If they attempt to regroup or call for reinforcements, we’ll silence them before they can lift a finger."

Soundwave’s unblinking optics met Thundertron’s, a silent promise to execute flawlessly.

"Substance," Thundertron said, his voice turning sharp as he locked optics with the Decepticon’s tactician. "We need your mind on this one. This isn’t just a fight; it’s a game of attrition. You’ll be monitoring their supply lines, cutting off their reinforcements, and ensuring they don’t get the chance to recover. Your knowledge of battlefield tactics will give us the edge."

Substance nodded with a smirk, already anticipating the challenge. "I’ll make sure they stay hungry."

He turned to Windcon and Windracer, warriors known for their air combat. "You two will be the hammer in the storm. Keep them occupied, pin them down. Their air support will be an issue, so take control of the skies and deny them any advantage they might think they have."

Windcon cracked her knuckles with a grin, while Windracer shot Thundertron a confident nod. "We’ve got the skies covered."

Thundertron’s gaze softened as he looked at Raider. He knew her dedication, her strength, but this mission would test her more than ever. "Raider, you’ll need to rely on your versatility here. Whether you’re on the ground or in the air, we’ll need your speed and stealth to strike where they least expect it. Get close, do the damage, and retreat quickly."

Raider’s posture stiffened slightly, her mind already running through scenarios. "I’ll make sure they don’t see me coming."

His optics then moved to SolarCat, a warrior who had a deep connection to the elements and a ferocity in battle. "SolarCat, you’re our heavy hitter. Once we have Synchrony in our sights, you’ll be the one to break through their final defenses. You’re to use your power to burn their resolve to ash."

SolarCat’s tail twitched, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I’m ready to scorch them."

Thundertron’s gaze shifted to Tammuz, his sharp-eyed strategist. "Tammuz, you’ll help Substance track their movements, assist with battle plans, and direct our forces when the heat of the conflict rises. You’re the backup plan, the one who can think on your feet when things get chaotic."

Tammuz’s optics flickered in acknowledgment. "They won’t get past us."

Finally, he looked at Sustain, a warrior of immense endurance. "Sustain, you're going to be our anchor. You’re on the frontlines, pushing through and ensuring the fight stays on our terms. Don't let them rally. If they think they can withstand, show them otherwise."

Sustain gave a slow nod, a confident grin spreading across his face. "I’ll hold the line, Thundertron. No one’s getting past me."

Thundertron took a step back, sweeping his gaze over the entire team. "This mission is crucial. It's not just about victory—it’s about annihilation. Synchrony and his team will be caught off guard by the speed, precision, and intensity of our attack. We will leave no room for escape, no time for recovery. Every moment counts."

He let the silence linger for a beat, allowing the weight of his words to sink in.

"You know your roles. Follow the plan, trust in each other, and we will succeed. For the Decepticons."

The team responded with a unified, booming declaration.

"For the Decepticons!"

Thundertron smiled grimly. The battle was already won in his mind. Now, it was time to make it a reality.

The team’s unease began to shift, replaced by a rekindled determination. Substance gave a curt nod, satisfied that his caution had been heard and incorporated.

Thundertron’s optics swept the room, lingering on each member of the team before landing on Sustain, whose quiet but steadfast demeanor often belied her value in delicate operations. He gestured toward her with a sharp nod.

"Sustain," he said, his tone direct, "I want you to gather intel on Synchrony’s current position and movement patterns. We’ve mapped their general territory, but I need specifics—where they’re regrouping, how they’re patrolling, and any sign of reinforcements. Synchrony may be calculating, but even he can’t mask everything. Find the cracks."

Sustain straightened, her calm voice carrying the weight of her confidence. "Consider it done, Thundertron. I’ll sift through their transmissions and get boots on the ground if necessary. If there’s a crack, I’ll find it."

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Sustain rolled up in the shadowed outskirts of a crumbling industrial sector, she needed to gather critical intel on Final Resplendence. Her sleek gadget/Cycle alt mode allowed her to slip past the Autobot perimeter undetected, her optics scanning for key data sources. She didn’t expect to run into Tick-Tick-Tick, the team’s sharp-eyed strategist, who was patrolling the area.

Tick spotted the faint shimmer of movement—a subtle but unmistakable sign of a spy. "You’re not sneaky enough for me," she muttered under her breath, her optics narrowing as she prepared for confrontation.

Sustain acted first, transforming into her compact alt mode and strafing Tick with a barrage of precision shots. The strikes landed true, forcing Tick to dodge and regroup as she took slight damage. Sustain strafed again, her shots tearing into Tick’s armor with increasing precision. Sparks flew, and Tick’s systems registered the hits: 92%, 87%, 82% power remaining.

Sustain transforms into a Gadget and strafes Tick-Tick-Tick. Sustain strafes Tick-Tick-Tick.

But Tick wasn’t just a strategist—she was a fierce warrior. With a swift move, she transformed into her Opportunistic Insect alt mode, strafing Sustain in return. Sustain’s armor took the brunt of the hits, her systems reporting damage as she fought to maintain her composure. Sustain retaliated, strafing Tick again, pushing her systems further into the red: 47%, 37% power remaining.

Tick-Tick-Tick transforms into a Opportunistic Insect and strafes Sustain.

Tick bided her time, waiting for Sustain to overextend. When the Decepticon circled for another strafing run, Tick hit her with the Magnus Hammer, a devastating blow that sent Sustain’s power reserves plummeting to 34%. The fight escalated into a desperate melee, each combatant struggling to outmaneuver the other. Sustain’s shots were relentless, but Tick’s resilience kept her in the fight.

Tick-Tick-Tick hits Sustain with a Magnus Hammer.

Between bursts of fire and evasive maneuvers, Sustain accessed a terminal, gathering fragments of data as she fought. Tick noticed the Decepticon’s focus and realized she was after intel. Sustain strafed her again, landing hits that pushed Tick’s systems to critical levels: 73%, 68%.

.Sustain transforms into a Gadget and strafes Tick-Tick-Tick.

In a final push, Tick transformed and launched a strafing attack with surgical precision. Sustain’s systems buckled under the relentless assault, her power reserves dropping to 31%, then 21%, and finally 11%. Sustain stumbled, her systems failing, and Tick delivered the final blow, sending her opponent into stasis lock.

Tick-Tick-Tick transforms into a Opportunistic Insect and strafes Sustain. Sustain has gone into stasis lock!

As Sustain fell, a data shard dislodged from her frame, glowing faintly. Tick retrieved it, her optics scanning the information. Her circuits froze momentarily as she deciphered the fragment: a partial outline of Thundertron’s plan to dismantle Final Resplendence.


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Tick-Tick-Tick burst into Synchrony’s quarters, her armor scuffed and showing signs of the recent battle. She clutched a damaged data crystal in her hand, her expression a mix of determination and frustration.

“I’ve got something,” she announced, holding up the crystal. “Sustain was in the area—snooping around, probably trying to dig up intel. I engaged her directly, and let’s just say she was tougher than she looked. She strafed me pretty hard, but I held my ground. Some of the other Autobots nearby had my back, but it turned into a full-blown brawl when the other Decepticons joined in.”

Synchrony listened intently as she continued. “I couldn’t pin her down—she slipped away in the chaos. By the time it was over, this is all I managed to recover.” She placed the broken data crystal on the table. “It’s damaged, but there are fragments of info on it. From what little I could piece together, it looks like Thundertron has some sort of plan to take us down.”

Synchrony nodded, his expression calm but serious. “We’ll work with what we have,” he said, his voice steady. “Good work, Tick-Tick-Tick. Let’s see what we can extract from this. Every clue counts.”

Tick-Tick-Tick straightened, her resolve hardening. “I’ll be ready when we figure it out,” she replied. “I’m not letting them get the jump on us.”

Synchrony stood at the center of the briefing room, his commanding presence drawing the attention of every Autobot in the space. Tick-Tick-Tick was by his side, the recovered data crystal now repaired and displaying fragments of Thundertron’s plans on a large holo-screen. The faint hum of the projection was the only sound as Synchrony’s optics scanned the gathered team.

“This isn’t just another skirmish,” Synchrony began, his voice steady and deliberate. “Thundertron and his Amalgamated Pretense aren’t testing us anymore. They’re planning something decisive—something designed to cripple us.”

He gestured to the screen, where fragmented schematics and encoded transmissions flickered. “Tick-Tick-Tick recovered this during her battle with Sustain. While the data isn’t complete, what we do have suggests a coordinated strike aimed to dismantle Final Resplendence.” He let the weight of the revelation settle over the room.

Eganrac, lounging casually at the edge of the group, straightened slightly, his usually playful demeanor tempered by the gravity of Synchrony’s words. Nightscope crossed his arms, his keen gaze fixed on the display, already analyzing the situation. Quench, ever the optimist, looked ready to speak but waited for Synchrony to continue.

“If Thundertron wants war, we’ll give him war,” Synchrony declared, his tone sharpening. “But we won’t be reckless. They’ll expect retaliation—they’re counting on us to act without thinking. We won’t give them that satisfaction. We’ll hit them strategically, where it hurts the most, and we’ll do it as a united team.”

He turned to Tick-Tick-Tick, nodding at her. “You’ll lead the analysis of this data with Quench. I want every scrap of information we can glean from it. Nightscope,” Synchrony said, meeting the sharpshooter’s calculating gaze, “we’ll need your skills for recon. Find out where their strike force is gathering and any vulnerabilities in their plan.”

Nightscope gave a curt nod. “Understood.”

“Eganrac,” Synchrony continued, his tone firm, “your unpredictability might actually work in our favor. Keep them guessing—create distractions, but don’t deviate from the overall strategy.”

Eganrac smirked. “Guess chaos is finally paying off.”

Synchrony stepped back, his optics scanning the team once more. “We didn’t come this far to be taken down by Thundertron’s schemes. We’ve faced worse, and we’ve won because we trust each other and fight as one. That doesn’t change now.”

The room filled with determined nods and affirmations, the tension giving way to a shared sense of purpose. Synchrony concluded, “Prepare yourselves. This won’t be easy, but when the time comes, we’ll show them why Final Resplendence stands unbroken.”

The Autobots dispersed, each heading to their respective tasks, their resolve renewed. Synchrony lingered a moment, his mind already racing through strategies and contingencies. He knew this battle would test them all, but he was confident that, together, they would prevail.

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Raider darted through the darkened sky, her jet pack humming softly as she glided above the jagged terrain. The night offered limited cover, but her stealth systems ensured she remained virtually undetectable. She had broken away from the main group, circling ahead to scout for any signs of Final Resplendence.

Raider had launched into the air alongside her team, her jet engines roaring as she cut through the skies in fighter mode. She stayed low, skimming the derelict building tops to avoid detection while scanning the terrain below.

Her sensors lit up, a blip on her radar indicating movement ahead. Adjusting her course, she soared toward the disturbance, weaving through the rugged landscape with practiced ease. The area came into view—a rocky plateau flanked by dense forest and uneven ground. The perfect spot for an ambush. Raider’s optics narrowed as she transformed mid-flight, landing silently atop the plateau to get a better vantage point.

She crept forward, her movements cautious as her sensors scanned the area. A flicker of motion caught her attention below—a tank, sleek and deadly, maneuvering through the forest with methodical precision. Raider recognized him immediately: Adapta-Track, one of Final Resplendence’s most tenacious warriors.

She activated her comms, her voice hushed but tense. “Thundertron, I’ve got eyes on Adapta-Track. Looks like he’s on patrol. If he’s here, the rest of them aren’t far off.”

As she spoke, Adapta-Track’s turret swiveled upward, locking onto her position. Raider froze, her optics widening as the realization struck—he had spotted her.

Adapta-Track’s Magnus Hammer launched toward her before she could react. She transformed into her fighter mode in a flash, the weapon narrowly missing her as she shot into the sky. The hammer collided with the plateau, leaving a crater where she had been standing.

Log wrote:Adapta-Track attacks Raider with a Magnus Hammer. Raider transforms into a Fighter and avoids the attack!

Raider didn’t waste a moment, banking hard to avoid a second strike. Below her, Adapta-Track shifted into his tank mode, his turret tracking her as he opened fire. Energy blasts tore through the air, forcing her to juke and roll as she fought to stay ahead of the barrage.

It didn’t take long for the shots to find their mark. The first struck her left wing, sending a warning flare through her systems. Another hit followed, then another, each one chipping away at her energy reserves. The relentless assault forced her lower and lower until the final blast knocked her from the sky.

Log wrote:Adapta-Track transforms into a Tank and strafes Raider. Adapta-Track strafes Raider. Adapta-Track strafes Raider. Adapta-Track strafes Raider.

She plummeted from the sky, her stabilizers failing to recover in time. The ground rushed up to meet her, and the impact sent a shockwave through the rocky terrain. Dust and debris erupted around her as she skidded to a halt, her frame sparking and groaning under the strain. Raider barely had time to assess the damage before Adapta-Track roared toward her in tank mode.

His massive form barreled forward, the ground trembling beneath his treads. Before she could fully rise, he rammed into her with crushing force, sending her sprawling once more. The collision left her disoriented, her systems screaming warnings as her energy reserves dwindled further. Groaning, Raider fought to push herself upright, knowing she couldn’t afford to stay down.

Log wrote:Adapta-Track transforms into a Tank and rams Raider.

Grinding her teeth, Raider hit her comms. “Thundertron! Adapta-Track is on the ground and has me in his sights! Final Resplendence knows we’re coming, and this isn’t going to be the easy fight you planned!”

Her voice had barely cut out when Adapta-Track transformed back into his robot mode, his Magnus Hammer gripped tightly in his hand. His expression was calm, but his stance was unyielding as he approached.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” he said, his voice even but carrying a weight of warning. “Leave now, while you still can.”

Raider clenched her fists, her optics narrowing. “Not a chance, Autobot.”

The hammer came down again, but she transformed into her fighter mode just in time, darting upward to avoid the crushing blow. Adapta-Track swung again, missing her by mere inches as she banked hard to evade. Raider transformed back into bot mode mid-dive, igniting her lightsaber with a sharp hiss as she charged.

Log wrote:Adapta-Track attacks Raider with a Magnus Hammer. Raider transforms into a Fighter and avoids the attack!Adapta-Track misses Raider with a Magnus Hammer.

“You don’t give up, do you?” Adapta-Track muttered, sidestepping her attack. Her swing missed, slicing only air as he shifted back into tank mode.

Log wrote:Raider misses Adapta-Track with a Lightsaber.

Raider cursed under her breath as his turret locked onto her. The ground trembled as he unleashed another volley of fire. The first hit sent her stumbling, her systems barely holding together. The second shot drove her to her knees, and the third left her sparking and struggling to stay upright.

“You’re finished,” Adapta-Track said solemnly, his tone devoid of malice. “Stand down before it’s too late.”

Raider glared up at him, her optics blazing. “Not while I’m still functional.”

Summoning every ounce of her strength, she surged forward. Her lightsaber ignited once more, its blade slicing through the air with precision. She struck Adapta-Track’s side, her blade carving into his armor. He staggered, sparks flying as his systems registered critical damage. She followed with another slash, this one deeper, causing him to groan as his frame buckled.

“Stay down,” she growled.

Log wrote:Raider hits Adapta-Track with a Lightsaber. Raider hits Adapta-Track with a Lightsaber.

Adapta-Track didn’t respond, his systems too compromised to continue. Raider transformed into her fighter mode one final time, her engines roaring as she climbed into the air. With a burst of speed, she dove into a strafing run, her weapons tearing into him. The final barrage shattered his defenses, leaving him motionless.

Log wrote:Raider transforms into a Fighter and strafes Adapta-Track. Adapta-Track has gone into stasis lock!

Adapta-Track collapsed to the ground, sparks dancing across his frame as he entered stasis lock. Raider transformed back to bot mode, standing over her fallen opponent with her systems barely operational. Her comm crackled as she activated it, her voice ragged but steady.

“Thundertron,” she said, her tone grim. “Adapta-Track is down... but it’s cost me. I need backup.”

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Glyph wrote::BOWDOWN: Nicely done, -Soundwave-! That may be the most effort I've ever seen put into a mission log

Thank you. There is more coming.

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Synchrony soared high above the base in his space shuttle mode, enjoying the serenity of his routine patrol. The sky stretched endlessly, a stark contrast to the chaos that often consumed their war-torn existence. It was a brief moment to think, to strategize for battles he knew were yet to come.

As he completed his circuit, his sensors blipped—a fast-moving intruder breaking into their airspace. He banked hard to investigate, his optics narrowing as he spotted the unmistakable sleek form of Windcon cutting through the clouds. The Decepticon femme’s Fighter mode blurred against the horizon, her sharp maneuvers cutting a defiant path.

“Bold,” Synchrony muttered to himself. “Let’s see if she’s as skilled as she is reckless.”

Before he could ready himself, Windcon looped in and struck first, her strafing attack lighting up his shields. Synchrony’s systems registered the damage as his reserves dipped to 95%, then 87%. Her movements were fast, fluid, and deliberate, each hit landing with unnerving precision.

Log wrote:00:35 Windcon transforms into a Fighter and strafes

He transformed mid-air, his shuttle mode giving way to his towering robot form. The blasts ricocheted off his armor, leaving him slightly rattled but resolute.

“All right, Windcon,” he growled, locking onto her with his targeting systems. “You’ve got my attention now.”

But Windcon was already circling back, her Fighter mode readying for another strike. She strafed him again, her shots precise as his reserves dropped further to 82%. Synchrony grimaced, adjusting his altitude and angling his trajectory to gain the upper hand.

Log wrote:02:00 Windcon transforms into a Fighter and strafes

“You want a challenge? You’ve got one,” he muttered as he locked his targeting systems on Windcon as she swept around for another run. His optics glinted with determination, his voice carrying over the comms.

“You know, Windcon, sneaking into Autobot airspace might be the most reckless thing you’ve done yet. Want me to write your epitaph?”

Windcon’s Fighter mode banked hard to the left, her laugh crackling through the open channel.

“Oh, please, Synchrony. Epitaphs are for bots who lose. Try to keep up—I’d hate for this to be over too soon.”

Synchrony smirked and unleashed his Reaver-Obliteration Orbital Platform, a devastating beam of energy slicing through the air. The shot lit up the sky like a second sun, the crackling energy searing toward its target with terrifying precision.

Windcon didn’t flinch. She dove into an evasive barrel roll, her sleek form twisting gracefully as the beam missed her by mere meters.

“Was that supposed to impress me?” she taunted, pulling up sharply and cutting across his flight path. “Maybe next time, try aiming ahead of me.”

Log wrote:03:10 Synchrony attacks Windcon with a Reaver-Obliteration Orbital Platform.

Synchrony growled in frustration, recalibrating his systems as Windcon continued to toy with him.

“Keep talking, Windcon,” he muttered, “but don’t get too comfortable. Sooner or later, I’m going to ground you for good.”

“Big words for a shuttle,” Windcon shot back, her Fighter mode gleaming as she prepared her next move. “Let’s see if you’ve got anything to back them up!”

Synchrony’s systems hummed as he locked onto Windcon’s movements, calculating his next move with cold precision. He transformed smoothly into shuttle mode, his sleek frame cutting through the sky with a practiced ease. A moment later, he dove, his engines roaring as he banked sharply.

With a sudden burst of speed, he strafed Windcon, unleashing a volley of firepower that slammed into her flank. The force of the shots threw her off balance, her frame buckling under the pressure. She fought to regain control, smoke trailing from her damaged armor as she barely pulled away in time.

Log wrote:03:20 Synchrony transforms into a Space Shuttle and strafes Windcon.

He hovered nearby, watching her carefully as she righted herself, her engines straining against the damage.

“Still going, huh?” Synchrony’s voice crackled through the comms, tinged with amusement. “You’re tough. I’ll give you that.”

Windcon grimaced, her optics flashing defiantly. “I’m not going down yet, Synchrony. Not while I still have power left.”

Synchrony paused, his shuttle mode hovering in the air. His sensors scanned her—she was battered, but still functioning. He wasn’t here to destroy her... not yet.

“I’m offering you a chance to leave,” he said calmly. “You’re injured. You don’t have to keep fighting.”

Windcon’s gaze was hard, her stance resolute as she stared at him, refusing to back down. “You think I’ll run just because you hit me once or twice? Not a chance.”

Synchrony’s tone shifted slightly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Stubborn, aren’t you? Alright then, Windcon. I guess you’ll learn the hard way.”

With that, he disengaged, preparing for whatever she had left to throw at him.

Synchrony adjusted his course, his systems humming as he anticipated Windcon’s next maneuver. She twisted through the air with precision, her movements graceful yet unpredictable—a predator circling its prey.

Before he could recalibrate his targeting, Windcon made her move. She pivoted sharply, her Fighter mode streaking toward him with alarming speed. Twin Shatterblasters emerged from her undercarriage, glowing ominously.

“Let’s see how that shiny armor of yours holds up!” Windcon quipped, unleashing a barrage of high-impact rounds.

Synchrony’s warning systems blared as the first volley struck true. The force of the impacts rocked him mid-flight, sending sparks and bits of plating scattering into the atmosphere. His power reserves dipped sharply to 56%, and he felt the strain on his systems as the damage reports flooded in.

Log wrote:03:32 Windcon hits Synchrony with a Shatterblasters.

“Still holding!” Synchrony shot back, his voice steady but tinged with irritation. “Is that all you’ve got, Windcon? I expected more from you.”

Windcon rolled into an evasive arc, her laughter trailing behind her.

“Oh, I’m just getting started, Synchrony. Don’t worry—I’ll leave enough of you intact to regret picking this fight.”

Synchrony’s optics narrowed as he stabilized, his thrusters flaring to regain altitude. The pain of the attack stoked a fire within him, sharpening his resolve.

“If you think that’s enough to bring me down,” he said, his tone low and dangerous, “you’ve got a lot to learn about Autobots.”

Synchrony banked hard, his engines straining as he twisted through the air in pursuit of Windcon. The femme’s Fighter mode danced ahead of him, a blur of motion against the backdrop of the open sky. She was fast—faster than he had anticipated—and her movements kept him guessing.

Before he could lock onto her again, Windcon looped around, her speed and agility giving her the upper hand.

“What’s wrong, Synchrony? You’re looking a little sluggish!” Windcon taunted, her voice crackling through his comms as she bore down on him.

Transforming smoothly into her Fighter mode, she strafed him with a rapid burst of firepower. The first volley tore into his armor, shaking him violently and forcing him to adjust his flight path. Alarms blared across his console as his power levels dipped to 45%.

Log wrote:03:49 Windcon transforms into a Fighter and strafes Synchrony. Windcon strafes Synchrony.

“You call that a hit?” Synchrony growled, his tone laced with defiance. He tried to roll out of her line of fire, but Windcon was relentless.

“Maybe you should sit this one out,” Windcon mocked, circling him like a vulture. “I’d hate to ruin your perfect patrol record.”

Synchrony gritted his teeth, his optics narrowing as he stabilized his flight. His armor was battered, his systems taxed, but he wasn’t about to let her win.

“Don’t get comfortable, Windcon,” he shot back, his voice steady despite the strain. “This fight is far from over.”

Windcon chuckled, already positioning herself for another attack. “Let’s see how much more you can take, big guy.”

Synchrony watched Windcon line up for her next attack, her Fighter mode cutting sharply through the sky. Her Shatterblasters charged with an ominous hum, the telltale glow of their power reflecting off her sleek frame. He read her trajectory instantly and smirked to himself.

"Overconfident as ever, Windcon," he muttered, pulling hard to the left.

Windcon unleashed her Shatterblasters, streaks of energy slicing through the air where he had been a second before. The blast passed harmlessly behind him, exploding into a harmless burst far off in the distance.

Log wrote:04:36 Windcon misses Synchrony with a Shatterblasters.

"Missed me," Synchrony called over the comms, his tone dripping with mockery. "Getting sloppy, aren’t we? Or is that the best you’ve got?"

Windcon growled, pulling up hard to avoid overcommitting to her dive. "Don’t get cocky, Synchrony. Luck won’t save you forever."

"Luck? I don’t need luck," he shot back. "Just skill. Something you seem to be running short on today."

Her optics narrowed, but she didn’t bite at his taunt. Instead, she banked around, recalculating her approach. Synchrony kept his sensors locked on her every move, confident he’d thrown her off-balance—at least for now.

"You’ll regret that smug attitude soon enough," Windcon promised, her voice sharp with determination as she prepared her next strike.

Synchrony rolled into a defensive maneuver, his systems still aching from her earlier hits, but his confidence surged. For every move Windcon had, he was ready to counter. The battle wasn’t over, and he intended to remind her exactly who she was up against.

Windcon circled back for another assault, her frustration evident in the sharpness of her turns. Synchrony, however, had already calculated his next move. His frame shifted, panels sliding into place as he transformed into his sleek Space Shuttle mode, engines roaring as he accelerated into the open sky.

"Time to end this," he said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him.

Windcon locked onto him, her Fighter mode maneuvering into position to intercept. But Synchrony didn’t give her the chance. He looped wide, banking hard to the right before diving toward her with pinpoint precision.

"You talk big, Synchrony," Windcon snarled, "but I’m still flying."

"Not for long," he replied coldly, his targeting systems locking onto her weakened frame.

As he unleashed a relentless barrage of energy, his strafing run struck true. Bolts of concentrated fire tore through Windcon's armor, each hit sending sparks flying and systems screaming in protest. Her engines faltered, the once-graceful fighter now spiraling as her power reserves drained rapidly.

"No… not like this!" Windcon’s voice crackled over the comms, defiance still lacing her words even as her systems buckled under the assault.

Synchrony didn’t slow, completing his run with ruthless efficiency. His final volley hit hard, driving Windcon’s power reserves into critical failure. Her engines sputtered, then went silent as she spiraled toward the ground, her frame coming to rest in stasis lock amidst the battlefield.

Log wrote:04:38 Synchrony transforms into a Space Shuttle and strafes Windcon. Windcon has gone into stasis lock!

Hovering above, Synchrony transformed back into his robot mode, landing with a thud beside her motionless form. He stood there for a moment, optics narrowing as he surveyed his fallen opponent.

"I told you," he said softly, though no one could hear him. "Skill always wins."

With one last glance at Windcon, he turned and launched into the sky, resuming his patrol. The battle was over—for now—but Synchrony knew better than to rest easy. Victory was fleeting in their endless war, and another fight was always just beyond the horizon.

Amalgamated Pretense 1
Adapta-Track
Final Resplendence 1
Windcon

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Synchrony knew that the entirety of Amalgamated Pretensewas on its way. As he completed a sweep of Final Resplendence's area, his sensors picked up a familiar signature—one that didn’t belong to their own forces yet registered as Autobot. His optics narrowed as he adjusted his course, analyzing the incoming threat.

The signature was unmistakable. It was SolarCat, a thought crossed his mind. SolarCat, once an Autobot, had fought for the other side before her current allegiance. He had heard rumors about her departure from the Autobots, but the question remained: was she truly lost to their cause? Could he convince her to return to the light, to fight for what was right once again? The thought filled him with a renewed sense of determination. He was no stranger to strategy, and if he could reach her, there was hope yet.

With a smooth movement, Synchrony ascended higher, his sensors tuned in to the new target. SolarCat wouldn’t be easy to shake off, but Synchrony was more than prepared for the challenge. And if he could, just maybe, bring her back into the fold, he would do it. The air around him seemed to hum with tension, and then, without warning, SolarCat made her move.

With a burst of power, SolarCat beat powerfully, causing the air to crackle with energy. She darted through the sky, a streak of fierce determination.

Synchrony barely had time to react as SolarCat came at him with precision, her claws outstretched, and her fiery breath raking across his frame. A barrage of energy blasts followed, each one cutting through the air with deadly accuracy. He could feel the force of each strike as they hammered into his armor, leaving marks of scorched metal in their wake.

Log wrote:00:18 SolarCat transforms into a Dragon and strafes Synchrony. Synchrony is slightly damaged (81% power remaining).

The assault was relentless, and while Synchrony tried to evade, one of the blasts grazed him, sending a jolt of pain through his systems. His diagnostics flashed urgently, but he steadied himself, refusing to be shaken. Despite the damage, he was still functional, his systems working to repair the minor wounds. His power reserves remained high, but he knew better than to underestimate his foe.

SolarCat’s movements were swift and calculated, and the air around her seemed to shimmer with an aura of fierce intensity. As she completed her strafing run, Synchrony’s optics locked onto her with an intense focus. This was no time to be distracted—he needed to keep his wits sharp.

She had come at him with everything she had, but it wasn't enough to break his resolve. Synchrony steadied his breath, prepared to meet her in this aerial clash. Whatever the cost, he wouldn’t back down from a chance to turn this fight into an opportunity.

SolarCat’s massive wings slicing through the air, her scales gleaming like polished steel. The fierce roar of her transformation echoed as she dove toward Synchrony, her dragon form a blur of power and speed.

Synchrony’s optics narrowed as he tracked her descent, but there was no time to dodge. SolarCat's fiery breath raked across his chassis, and before he could even adjust his flight path, a barrage of energy blasts followed. The strikes slammed into him, tearing through his armor with brutal efficiency. Sparks flew, and his systems screamed warnings as his power reserves rapidly drained.

"SolarCat, I know who you are!" Synchrony shouted over the comms, his voice strained from the pain. "You don’t have to stay with Amalgamated Pretense. You can still rejoin the Autobots. You can fight for the right cause, for the light side!"

"No," SolarCat’s voice was a harsh hiss over the comms, her tone filled with finality. "I’m done with them. I’ve made my choice."

"But SolarCat, this path you're on—it's not the one you were meant for. You fought for good once, for the Autobots. I know you still have that spark in you," Synchrony urged, his voice tinged with a hint of determination. "Come back. We can help you. You don’t have to fight for the wrong side."

SolarCat flew in a tight circle, pausing briefly in the air as she glanced at him. Her response came with the clarity of someone who had already made up their mind.

"No more," she replied coldly. "I chose this. There’s no turning back."

The words struck Synchrony like a physical blow, but he refused to let them deter him. As he steadied himself, he tried again.

"You don't have to be alone, SolarCat. We can help you find your way back to who you really are. There’s still time to turn things around."

But SolarCat wasn’t listening anymore. With a sharp, calculated twist of her tail, she prepared for another strafing run, her dragon form an unstoppable force of nature. The next barrage of attacks was fierce, leaving Synchrony reeling as her energy blasts pummeled him relentlessly.

Log wrote:01:11 SolarCat transforms into a Dragon and strafes Synchrony. SolarCat strafes Synchrony SolarCat strafes Synchrony. Synchrony is damaged (50% power remaining). Synchrony is damaged (44% power remaining). Synchrony is damaged (36% power remaining).

He could feel his power reserves dipping further, and the damage was starting to take its toll. Yet, despite the pain, he couldn’t bring himself to give up on her.

"I’ll keep trying, SolarCat," Synchrony muttered under his breath, his voice resolute. "Even if it’s the last thing I do."

But her only response was silence, and the roar of her dragon form as she dove once more toward her prey.

Synchrony’s systems whined as he transformed, adjusted his trajectory, his optics locked on SolarCat, who was now visibly struggling to maintain her dragon form in the midst of their battle.

He made his move.

With a burst of speed, Synchrony leveled off and strafed SolarCat, his weapons opening fire. Bolts of energy slammed into her scales, tearing through the fragile armor. Each shot was calculated, each blast designed to weaken her further. The air around them crackled with the intensity of the exchange.

Log wrote:02:45 Synchrony transforms into a Space Shuttle and strafes SolarCat. Synchrony strafes SolarCat. Synchrony strafes SolarCat.  SolarCat is severely injured (21% power remaining). SolarCat is severely injured (14% power remaining). SolarCat is severely damaged (8% power remaining).

"SolarCat, you’re almost done," Synchrony called, his voice calm but firm over the comms. "I don’t want to see you fall like this. You don’t have to die for them. You can still turn back."

SolarCat’s body jerked with each impact, the strain on her systems evident. She let out a low growl, her wings flapping sluggishly as her dragon form faltered. Her power readings flashed critical warnings as her reserves dipped dangerously low.

"I told you," SolarCat’s voice came back, weak but defiant. "I made my choice."

But her body told a different story. She staggered in midair, her movements becoming sluggish as her energy drained. She wavered, her optics flickering with uncertainty. The idea of retreating from the fight, of leaving the Decepticons behind, seemed to loom over her, a temptation that pulled at her resolve.

"It’s not too late," Synchrony pressed, his voice softer now, laced with sincerity. "You were an Autobot once. You fought for freedom, for the right cause. You still have that spark inside you. You don’t need to be this—this thing that they’ve twisted you into."

SolarCat’s head dipped slightly, her dragon optics flashing as if considering his words. The ground beneath her seemed to rush up as her wings slowed, and for a moment, her body seemed to crumble, her form caught between the decision to fight and the desire to return to a past she thought long lost.

But as quickly as it came, the moment passed, and SolarCat’s resolve solidified. She hissed in pain, her voice low but unwavering.

"I’m not going back," she growled, though her tone lacked the conviction it had before. "I chose this path. There’s no place for me with them."

Synchrony urged, his tone even more insistent. "We can fight together, like we did before. The Autobots will welcome you back. There’s no shame in returning to the light."

"You’ll have to kill me to stop me," SolarCat spat, her breath shallow, but her body barely able to respond.

But as the words left her mouth, there was an unmistakable flicker of hesitation in her optics, a final tug at the heartstrings of her past life.

Synchrony lowered his guns slightly, giving her space to think, knowing that in her wavering, he had reached her.

“You should join the Autobots again. You were once one of us,” Synchrony’s voice broke through, calm and steady, but the words carried weight. “I’ve seen others fall to their own darkness, SolarCat. Don’t let that happen to you. It’s not too late to turn back.”

His words rang with sincerity, not borne of regret for his own choices but from witnessing the devastation that came to those who strayed too far into the Decepticon ideology. Synchrony had always been steadfast in his loyalty to the Autobots, a beacon of resolve. He had seen others lose their way—brilliant warriors, trusted allies, even friends—and he had sworn to pull them back if ever given the chance.

“You still have that light inside you,” he continued, pushing through her growing hesitation. “I know you do. You wouldn’t even be considering this if you didn’t. Whatever the Decepticons offered you, it’s not worth what you’ve lost. Come back before it’s too late.”

SolarCat’s form shuddered slightly as she hovered in mid-air. The weight of his words pressed against her defenses, and for a moment, she felt them crack. She had once fought for freedom and justice under the Autobot banner, before the Decepticons lured her with promises of power and purpose. Synchrony’s voice stirred memories she had buried—memories of better days and a cause she once believed in.

“You think it’s that simple?” she snapped, her tone wavering between defiance and uncertainty. “You don’t understand what I’ve been through. What I’ve done.”

“I don’t have to understand everything,” Synchrony replied, his voice unwavering. “But I do know this: you don’t have to keep walking this path. You can choose differently, even now.”

Her optics darted away, uncertainty flickering in her gaze. The words hit harder than any weapon could have, and for the first time in a long while, she felt the faintest pull toward the light she thought she’d abandoned forever.

SolarCat's optics burned with a mix of frustration and inner turmoil. Synchrony’s words gnawed at her, his unyielding confidence in her potential redemption threatening to shatter the fragile walls she had built around herself. Her claws clenched, and her body surged forward as she lashed out.

"Enough! You don't get to decide my fate!" she roared, venom dripping from her voice.

But her anger betrayed her balance, her movements faltering as her focus splintered. She lunged toward Synchrony, her draconic form a blur of energy and aggression. He anticipated the strike, his calm resolve unshaken by her ferocity.

"Then show me what your choice is, SolarCat," Synchrony retorted as he transformed mid-motion.

Log wrote:03:48 SolarCat misses Synchrony with a Drohung-Tipped Vermittlung.

"You fight to prove a point you don’t even believe in anymore," Synchrony called out through his onboard comms as he circled her, maintaining his relentless attack. "But you’re out of time, SolarCat. This ends now."

SolarCat let out a defiant roar, trying to lift herself off the ground with what little strength remained. Her dragon wings quivered, her energy reserves almost completely drained. Another precise volley from Synchrony struck her midsection, forcing her back down in a final crash.

Smoke and sparks danced in the air as she lay there, her optics flickering faintly. Her dragon form shifted back into her robotic mode, weakened and vulnerable.

Log wrote:04:19 Synchrony transforms into a Space Shuttle and strafes SolarCat.

Synchrony landed smoothly, his shuttle form reforming into his towering robot frame as he approached her fallen figure. He looked down at her, his expression a mix of pity and determination.

"It’s over, SolarCat. You’re coming with me."

Her optics dimmed, and she let out a defeated growl. "You think dragging me back changes anything?" she muttered, her voice weak but still carrying a thread of defiance.

Synchrony leaned closer, his tone firm. "No, but it gives you a chance to change everything. You’ll see that soon enough."

With that, he secured her in a containment field, ready to bring her back to the Autobots' base. Whether she accepted his words or not, he had taken the first step in pulling her back from the edge.

Amalgamated Pretense 1
Adapta-Track
Final Resplendence 2
Windcon
SolarCat

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Thundertron’s voice crackled over the comms, carrying a tone of authority that left no room for hesitation. “Eclipse Velocity, head out and secure the perimeter. We can’t afford any surprises.”

“Yes, sir,” Eclipse Velocity responded, her tone sharp and focused. She revved her engine, transforming into her sleek, ground-hugging alt mode. Her tires spun against the rocky terrain as she accelerated into the distance, her scanners active and senses sharp.

Unbeknownst to her, Wing It had already taken it upon himself to challenge her. The Autobot scout, known for his impulsive tendencies, had been shadowing the Decepticons’ movements, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

From high above, the distinct whine of thrusters reached EV’s audio receptors. She glanced up, spotting a sleek fighter jet streaking toward her.

“Always be in motion,” came the voice of Wing It through an open comm channel, his tone light but taunting.

Before she could respond, he transformed mid-dive, unleashing a strafing run that forced her to swerve hard to the left. His blasts grazed her armor, leaving shallow marks but nothing critical. Her systems registered the hit:

She transformed on the move, flipping into her robot mode and skidding to a halt in a combat-ready stance. Her Shatterblasters hummed to life as she locked onto his position. “Wing It,” she said, her tone sharp. “You’re out of your league.”

Wing It transformed back into his robot form, landing with an agile spin. His Gamma Ray Blaster gleamed in the light, its barrel already charging. “Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

Eclipse Velocity wasted no time, firing a volley from her Shatterblasters. Wing It dodged, leaping to the side with his thrusters flaring. His movements were erratic, a blur of speed and agility as he returned fire, his gamma rays scorching the ground near her feet.

“Thundertron told me to take out the trash,” EV quipped as she ducked under another blast.

“And here I thought you were the trash,” Wing It shot back, his voice laced with a playful edge.

The battlefield became a blur of motion as the two speedsters clashed, each testing the limits of their reflexes and firepower. Wing It was fast, but EV was determined—and she wasn’t about to let an Autobot upstage her.

Log wrote:00:38 Wing It transforms into a Fighter and strafes Eclipse Velocity.  Eclipse Velocity is slightly damaged (95% power remaining).

Eclipse Velocity locked onto Wing It as he moved, her Shatterblasters glowing with energy as she fired a barrage of shots. Despite her precision, Wing It’s unpredictable agility kept him one step ahead. He flipped into his fighter jet form mid-stride, engines roaring as he took to the air.

“Come on, Wing It,” EV muttered under her breath, her optics narrowing as she tracked his trajectory.

The fighter streaked across the sky, banking sharply before diving in for another attack. The whine of his thrusters filled the air, and then he unleashed a strafing run, his Gamma Ray Blaster spitting streaks of energy.

She tried to dodge, but his speed overwhelmed her. The first blast struck her left side, sending a cascade of sparks from her armor. She stumbled but managed to stay upright.

Before she could recover, Wing It looped around for a second pass, firing in rapid succession. The blasts slammed into her, leaving scorch marks and deep gashes along her plating.

Grinding her teeth, EV transformed back into her vehicle mode, her tires squealing as she launched into motion. She raced across the battlefield, weaving erratically to avoid giving him an easy target.

“You’re fast.” Wing It’s voice echoed over the comms. “But you can’t outrun me.”

Eclipse Velocity growled, her engine roaring as she accelerated toward a ridge. “I don’t need to outrun you—I just need you to keep underestimating me.”

Wing It banked sharply, circling around to cut her off. The fight was far from over, and both knew this skirmish would test their limits.

Log wrote:01:53 Wing It transforms into a Fighter and strafes Eclipse Velocity. Wing It strafes Eclipse Velocity. Eclipse Velocity is injured (51% power remaining). Eclipse Velocity is damaged (43% power remaining).

Eclipse Velocity pushed her speed to the limit, her tires screaming against the ground as she raced to put distance between herself and Wing It. The Autobot fighter's shadow loomed overhead, and she could feel the intensity of his pursuit. Her sensors pinged with urgency—she had spotted a medkit left in the wreckage of a nearby outpost.

“Perfect timing,” she muttered, making a sharp turn toward the site.

Wing It swooped low, his weapons charging, but Eclipse Velocity reached the medkit just in time. Skidding to a stop, she transformed into robot mode and snapped the kit open. Repair nanites swarmed over her chassis, patching up damaged circuits and restoring vital energy reserves. Her systems hummed with renewed strength as her power levels climbed back up.

"Let’s see you handle me now," she said under her breath, her confidence returning.

Wing It transforms into a Fighter and strafes Eclipse Velocity.

The first barrage struck her newly repaired armor, rocking her but not causing as much damage as it could have.

Wing It banked sharply for another pass, his shots striking her midsection.

As he came around for a third strafing run, Eclipse Velocity braced herself, taking the brunt of his assault but remaining on her feet.

Despite the hits, she clenched her fists, her resolve unshaken. The medkit had done its job, and she was still standing.

“You’ll have to do better than that, Wing It,” she called out defiantly, her optics locked on his fighter form as he prepared for another run.

Log wrote:02:43 Wing It transforms into a Fighter and strafes Eclipse Velocity. Wing It strafes Eclipse Velocity. Wing It strafes Eclipse Velocity. Eclipse Velocity is slightly damaged (88% power remaining). Eclipse Velocity is slightly damaged (79% power remaining) Eclipse Velocity is injured (71% power remaining).

As Eclipse Velocity dodged the Gamma Ray Blaster's strike, Wing It banked sharply, his optics narrowing in frustration. His wings glinted in the sunlight as he adjusted his trajectory to follow her.

“Slippery as an oiled servo,” he grumbled, more to himself than to her. “You can’t keep running forever, EV!”

Eclipse Velocity smirked, her tires gripping the uneven terrain as she swerved around a jagged outcrop. “Watch me,” she shot back, her tone equal parts confidence and challenge.

Wing It tightened his formation, determination surging through him. “Let’s see how long you can keep up that act, then,” he muttered, diving in for another pass.

Log wrote:03:19 Wing It attacks Eclipse Velocity with a Gamma Ray Blaster. Eclipse Velocity transforms into a Medium Vehicle and avoids the attack!

Eclipse Velocity's engines roared as she shifted back into her high-performance mode, releasing a volley of Shatterblasters. The blasts screamed through the air, aimed directly at Wing It, but he was ready.

With a flick of his thrusters, Wing It transformed seamlessly into a Fighter, his form slicing through the sky with the precision of a seasoned flier. The blasts missed by mere inches, crackling against the air where he had been a fraction of a second before.

“You’re going to have to do better than that,” Wing It called, his voice laced with a confident smirk, even as he pulled into another evasive roll.

Eclipse Velocity’s optics flashed with a competitive gleam, but she didn’t respond with words. Instead, she hit the throttle, pushing her vehicle mode to its limits as she sped away, preparing for her next strike.

Log wrote:04:38 Eclipse Velocity attacks Wing It with a Shatterblasters. Wing It transforms into a Fighter and avoids the attack!

As Wing It’s blaster hummed with power, he unleashed a focused blast from his Gamma Ray Blaster, targeting Eclipse Velocity with pinpoint precision. The beam shot through the air, crackling with energy as it sliced toward its mark.

Eclipse Velocity, however, wasn’t caught off guard. With a swift motion, she transformed mid-flight into her Medium Vehicle mode, her sleek form designed for versatility. The blast passed just beside her, narrowly missing the side of her vehicle frame.

Her sensors screamed in warning, but she was already on the move.

“Too slow,” she taunted, her voice steady and calm, despite the rush of adrenaline. She shifted into overdrive, using the maneuver to quickly change her position and gain a better vantage for her next strike. Her engines roared as she swerved away, keeping her opponent on his toes. She was getting faster, more fluid with each moment, and she wasn't about to let him think he could catch her off guard again.

Log wrote:05:25 Wing It attacks Eclipse Velocity with a Gamma Ray Blaster. Eclipse Velocity transforms into a Medium Vehicle and avoids the attack!

As Wing It unleashed another blast from his Gamma Ray Blaster, it surged through the air, a deadly streak of energy aimed directly at Eclipse Velocity. But she wasn’t about to be caught. With quick reflexes, she transformed once more into her Medium Vehicle mode, evading the attack by a hair’s breadth, the blast crackling against the atmosphere where she had just been.

Her engines whined as she shifted gears, preparing her next move. But this time, instead of focusing entirely on evasion, she took a moment to radio back to her team. The static buzzed in her comms as she spoke, her voice sharp and direct.

“Final Resplendence has better weaponry than expected,” she reported, the tension in her voice betraying the effort she was exerting to stay one step ahead.

There was a long pause before Thundertron’s voice crackled back, low and dangerous. “I don’t care. Take them out.”

Eclipse Velocity’s optics flared with resolve, the command from her leader spurring her on. She had no intention of backing down. No matter how advanced their weapons were, she was determined to leave them in the dust.

"Understood, Thundertron," she muttered, narrowing her focus as she readied herself for the next phase of the battle. She wasn't finished yet, and neither was Wing It. This was a game of endurance, and she intended to win.

Log wrote:05:44 Wing It attacks Eclipse Velocity with a Gamma Ray Blaster. Eclipse Velocity transforms into a Medium Vehicle and avoids the attack!

As Wing It’s Gamma Ray Blaster fired, the bolt screamed toward Eclipse Velocity, its energy signature unmistakable. But with a quick shift of gears, she transformed into her Medium Vehicle mode, evading the blast by mere inches. The energy shot whizzed past her, dissipating in the distance.

Realizing the increasing danger, Eclipse Velocity immediately assessed her surroundings, her optics scanning the terrain for any form of cover. She was fast, but she knew she couldn’t rely solely on that. The strikes were getting closer, and her systems were still recovering from the earlier hits.

Eclipse Velocity darted to the left, cutting hard to find any natural cover that could break Wing It’s line of sight. Her thrusters flared as she sought a place to shield herself from the relentless barrage. She briefly checked her readings: she couldn’t afford to take another hit. The medkit had given her a slight boost, but it wasn’t enough to guarantee a long fight at this rate.

The command was clear. Eclipse Velocity knew there was no choice but to press on, but she had to be smarter about it this time. Finding cover would buy her precious moments, enough to plan her next move. She wasn’t going to give Wing It an easy win.

Log wrote:05:58 Wing It misses Eclipse Velocity with a Gamma Ray Blaster.

Eclipse Velocity’s sensors flared as Wing It fired once again, his Gamma Ray Blaster charging with a deadly hum. She swiftly transformed into her Medium Vehicle mode, her tires screeching as she veered sharply to the side, narrowly avoiding the incoming shot. The blast missed by mere inches, crackling against the air just behind her.

Her optics narrowed, focusing on the ground ahead. She needed to keep moving, to stay unpredictable. Wing It’s precision was impeccable, but she knew the terrain better than anyone. The next move had to be calculated, or she’d be toast.

Eclipse Velocity quickly shot a glance behind her to make sure she hadn’t lost too much ground, then pushed her vehicle mode to its limits, banking hard to the left to find any potential cover. Her engines roared as she raced across the battlefield, hoping to throw Wing It off her tail.

Log wrote:06:13 Wing It attacks Eclipse Velocity with a Gamma Ray Blaster. Eclipse Velocity transforms into a Medium Vehicle and avoids the attack!

Wing It gritted his teeth as he watched Eclipse Velocity maneuver with skill and speed, dodging yet another of his attacks. He had been tracking her for some time now, and he could tell she was pushing herself to the limit, weaving through the terrain with unmatched precision. But even she couldn't avoid him forever.

He pulled back on his controls, momentarily pausing the relentless barrage. His optics narrowed as he analyzed her path. She was fast, yes, but with each evasive move, she was burning more energy. Eventually, the law of diminishing returns would catch up with her.

He activated his comm, his voice cutting through the static, cool and determined. "You can keep running, Eclipse Velocity, but every move you make takes you closer to exhaustion. I’ll catch you eventually. It’s only a matter of time."

As her form transformed again into a Medium Vehicle and darted out of his line of fire, Wing It smirked, focusing on her next move. She might be able to dodge for now, but he was patient. Sooner or later, she'd run out of space to maneuver.

Log wrote:06:18 Wing It attacks Eclipse Velocity. Eclipse Velocity transforms into a Medium Vehicle and avoids the attack!

Wing It’s sensors flared as he transformed into a Fighter, his engines roaring to life with a burst of speed. His targeting system locked onto Eclipse Velocity’s form, already anticipating her next evasive move. She had been dodging him for what felt like ages, but now, it seemed, she was starting to slow down. Her energy reserves had to be running low by now.

He strafed, unleashing a series of well-aimed blasts, each one finding its mark on her vulnerable hull. She didn’t move to avoid them this time. The last shot hit with a sharp, resounding impact.

Eclipse Velocity’s engines sputtered, and her form shuddered before she fell into a stasis lock, her systems failing her at last. Her once-pristine paint now bore the marks of battle, streaked with damage.

Log wrote:06:23 Wing It transforms into a Fighter and strafes Eclipse Velocity. Eclipse Velocity has gone into stasis lock!

Wing It circled her briefly, his weapons still primed and ready. He hovered in place for a moment, ensuring she was truly down. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he spoke over the comms.

"Guess the thrill wasn’t enough to save you this time."

He kept his distance, not underestimating her ability to recover, but for now, he had her. He would wait for the backup to arrive, then secure her for questioning. It wasn’t over yet, but this round... this round was his.

Amalgamated Pretense 1
Adapta-Track

Final Resplendence 3
Windcon
SolarCat
Eclipse Velocity

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From his high-altitude vantage point, Synchrony’s scanners detected a faint but unmistakable pattern on the horizon. A formation of inbound signatures resolved into the telltale profiles of Amalgamated Pretense. The Decepticon strike team was predictable in their response, Tick-Tick-Tick's information was right.

Synchrony steadied his flight, maintaining altitude as he opened a channel to his team below to his team Final Resplendence. His voice carried a calm authority, betraying no hint of the fatigue from his earlier skirmish.

“We’ve got incoming,” he reported. “Amalgamated Pretense is closing in. Everyone to your positions—be ready.”

Below, the Autobot base stirred into action. Defenses powered up, artillery swiveled skyward, and soldiers moved with precision to counter the imminent threat.

Synchrony stayed aloft for a moment longer, his optics scanning the formation for weaknesses. The Decepticons were coming fast and with purpose.

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Tick-Tick-Tick stood atop the ridge overlooking the eastern perimeter, her frame motionless save for the rhythmic tapping of her fingers on her arm—a habit that earned her the name. Her sharp optics scanned the horizon, but she didn’t need her sensors to tell her the obvious. They were coming.

She activated her comm line, her tone clipped and precise. “Tick-Tick-Tick to command. Perimeter breach imminent. I estimate they’ll hit our outer defenses in under five cycles. Mobilize defensive units accordingly.”

She paused, her optics narrowing as she tracked the faint outlines of movement in the distance. The enemy’s approach wasn’t subtle; it was calculated, deliberate. They were testing the Autobot defenses, probing for weaknesses.

Her servos tightened around the hilt of her weapon, though she didn’t move to engage—not yet. Tick-Tick-Tick was a strategist, not a brawler, and her strength lay in ensuring the Autobots met their foes on their own terms.

“I’m moving to intercept the first wave,” she added over the comm, her voice steady. “Prepare fallback positions and fortify sector three. They’ll pivot once we engage.”

With that, she descended from the ridge, her steps deliberate and measured. Tick-Tick-Tick didn’t rush. Timing was everything, and she intended to ensure the enemy realized too late that their approach had been anticipated, countered, and neutralized.

Tick-Tick-Tick crept closer, her insectoid frame hugging the rocky terrain. Her compound optics locked onto Valclaron, a hulking Decepticon who moved with deliberate precision, his every step echoing the weight of his power. He paused momentarily, scanning his surroundings. Though he lacked vocal capabilities, his movements spoke of discipline and focus—a warrior who knew the battlefield well.

Her antennae twitched as she calculated the precise moment to strike. She transformed silently, her opportunistic insect mode unfolding with sleek efficiency. The dark terrain became her ally as she prepared for her assault.

In a flash, she darted into the air, her wings emitting a shrill hum as she accelerated toward him. Valclaron's helm snapped to the side, his optics narrowing in suspicion. He shifted his stance just as her strafing run began.

The first volley of energy bolts struck true, peppering his thick armor and sending sparks skittering into the air. Valclaron stumbled slightly, his frame absorbing the impact. His response came in the form of a sharp gesture—one hand raised in signal, his fingers tapping out a series of quick, deliberate pulses in Morse code: "Resistance engaged."

Log wrote:01:05 Tick-Tick-Tick transforms into a Opportunistic Insect and strafes Valclaron.. Tick-Tick-Tick strafes Valclaron. Valclaron is injured (63% power remaining). . Valclaron is injured (56% power remaining).

Tick-Tick-Tick sneered at the sight. "Calling for backup already? How predictable," she muttered, her voice carrying a cold edge.

Circling back, she lined up another attack. Her second barrage ripped through his side, carving deeper into his armored plating. Valclaron reeled, his systems struggling to compensate as his reserve power dipped dangerously low.

Despite his condition, he refused to fall back. His response was steady—a raised hand signaling defiance, his gestures sharp and deliberate. Another sequence of taps relayed his status to any allies within range: "Critical. Holding position."

Log wrote:01:45 Tick-Tick-Tick transforms into a Opportunistic Insect and strafes Valclaron. Tick-Tick-Tick strafes Valclaron.Valclaron is damaged (45% power remaining). Valclaron is damaged (35% power remaining).

Tick-Tick-Tick surveyed him with her multifaceted optics studying his movements. "You’re stubborn," she said over her comm, her tone tinged with amusement. "But even the strongest walls crumble eventually."

Valclaron straightened, his imposing frame still radiating defiance despite the damage he had sustained. Though he couldn’t speak, his glare spoke volumes—a silent vow that he wouldn’t go down easily.

Log wrote:01:45 Tick-Tick-Tick transforms into a Opportunistic Insect and strafes Valclaron. Tick-Tick-Tick strafes Valclaron.Valclaron is damaged (45% power remaining). Valclaron is damaged (35% power remaining).

Tick-Tick-Tick looped back sharply, her insectoid frame sleek and agile in the dim light. She had already tasted success in her initial run, and now she intended to finish what she’d started. Her optics zeroed in on Valclaron, who staggered under the weight of his damaged systems, his frame sparking with the remnants of her previous assault.

“Valclaron,” she broadcast over their comms, her tone laced with mocking amusement, “for someone so confident, you’re looking a little unsteady. Feeling the pressure?”

Valclaron said nothing. Instead, he raised his hand in a sharp, deliberate sequence, signaling in Morse code: "Enemy persistent. Engaging." His Concealed Liquid Hydrogen Incendiary Emitters began to hum, energy charging for a retaliatory strike. But even as the weapon powered up, Tick-Tick-Tick was already in motion.

She darted down in a blur, her weapons firing in a relentless barrage. Energy bolts tore into Valclaron’s chassis, carving deeper into his armor. Sparks and fragments flew from his plating as he stumbled backward, his reserve power plummeting. His internal systems flashed urgent alerts, and his gestures shifted to report his status: "Critical damage. Power reserves at risk."

Hovering above him, Tick-Tick-Tick smirked. “Silent as ever, Valclaron. But actions speak louder, don’t they? And yours are screaming defeat.”

Valclaron's optics narrowed, his massive hand tapping out a new message in firm defiance: "Will not retreat. Will not yield." The gesture, though deliberate, betrayed his exhaustion. His frame sank slightly, as his reserves dwindled.

“You’re determined,” Tick-Tick-Tick admitted with a flick of her legs, circling him with predatory grace. “But determination isn’t enough to win a fight. You need strategy.” She strafed again, her shots finding their mark on his exposed side, forcing him to one knee.

Valclaron tapped a single word with iron resolve: "Fight."

Tick-Tick-Tick’s antennae twitched as she observed his unwavering resolve. Despite the overwhelming odds, he remained steadfast. For a moment, she considered ending it quickly. But she was Tick-Tick-Tick—a master of strategy, not mercy. She would dismantle him methodically, one strike at a time.

Valclaron braced himself, his hulking frame low to the ground as his systems worked overtime to stabilize his remaining power reserves. He clenched his clawed hands, then opened his mouthpiece, revealing the glowing nozzles of his Concealed Liquid Hydrogen Incendiary Emitters—his signature weapon.

Tick-Tick-Tick moved quickly her legs faint blur as she watched him with sharp focus.

Valclaron exhaled, and a roaring stream of dragon’s breath erupted from his maw. Liquid hydrogen ignited mid-air, creating a blinding cascade of blue and white fire that hissed and cracked as it seared through the atmosphere. The plume was a fearsome display of destructive power, capable of reducing most enemies to slag.

But Tick-Tick-Tick wasn’t most enemies.

The opportunistic strategist darted to the side, her compact frame zipping past with uncanny precision. The incendiary blast missed by a narrow margin, the heat washing over her exoskeleton but leaving her unscathed.

Log wrote:02:00 Valclaron misses Tick-Tick-Tick with a Concealed Liquid Hydrogen Incendiary Emitters.

Valclaron growled low in frustration, his optics tracking her every movement. His claws flexed, and his emitters hissed faintly as they recharged for another shot.

“That all you’ve got, big guy?” Tick-Tick-Tick taunted over her comms, her voice cool and detached. “For someone so confident, your aim’s a little off.”

Valclaron didn’t respond with words. Instead, he slammed his fist into the ground, sending up a shower of debris as he prepared for another attack. But Tick-Tick-Tick had already repositioned, her agile form weaving through the smoke and flames with calculated precision.

She smirked, watching his frustration mount. “Keep breathing fire, Valclaron. You’ll burn yourself out before you ever touch me.”

Valclaron’s patience finally broke as he saw Tick-Tick-Tick moving just out of range. His fiery temper flared, and with a savage snarl, he opened his maw again, the concealed liquid hydrogen emitters hidden beneath his armor glowing with a menacing light.

With a roar, a burst of liquid hydrogen erupted from his mouth, shooting out in a stream of devastating blue flame. The blaze crackled through the air with the ferocity of a dragon’s breath, aimed directly at the agile insectoid.

Tick-Tick-Tick saw the attack coming too late to fully evade it. The stream of fire caught her side, the intense heat licking at her exoskeleton. She veered sharply to the side, but the flames still grazed her, singeing the edges of her right legs and armor.

The impact was sharp, and though she barely registered the damage, the smell of scorching metal filled her senses. Her HUD blinked, indicating a slight drop in power. She was still functional, but the burn left a faint sting as her systems adjusted.

Log wrote:02:04 Valclaron hits Tick-Tick-Tick with a Concealed Liquid Hydrogen Incendiary Emitters. Tick-Tick-Tick is slightly damaged (98% power remaining).

“Close, but not close enough,” she muttered under her breath, her antennae twitching in annoyance.

Valclaron, fueled by his growing frustration, saw the damage he’d inflicted and slammed his fist into the ground, sending a series of harsh, rapid taps in Morse code. The message was clear: "This isn’t over. You’ll regret this."

Tick-Tick-Tick skittered just out of reach, undeterred by the sign of his anger. She processed his morse code with a cool, calculating calm. "You’ll have to do better than that," she responded, her voice laced with icy confidence.

Her optics narrowed as she adjusted her movement, ready to strike again, her mind already plotting her next move to bring the lumbering Decepticon down.

02:18 Tick-Tick-Tick hits Valclaron with a Magnus Hammer. Valclaron is severely injured (30% power remaining).

Tick-Tick-Tick loomed in front of him, her legs twitching with anticipation as she readied herself for another strike. Valclaron’s once-defiant posture now gave way to uncertainty as he struggled to remain upright.

“Your time’s up,” Tick-Tick-Tick whispered, her voice cold and calculating.

Valclaron, struggling to stay on his feet, knew his chances were dwindling. His massive form shuddered, the exhaustion from the previous attacks draining him. But he refused to go down without one last attempt. With a deep growl, he activated the concealed liquid hydrogen incendiary emitters hidden within the openings of his forearms.

The emitters hissed to life, and in a flash, Valclaron released a stream of liquid hydrogen in Tick-Tick-Tick’s direction. The intense surge of fire and freezing liquid shot forward like a violent torrent, aiming to engulf her and leave nothing but destruction in its wake.

02:21 Valclaron misses Tick-Tick-Tick with a Concealed Liquid Hydrogen Incendiary Emitters.

Tick-Tick-Tick’s multiple, insectoid legs skittered over the rocky surface, her movements sharp and instinctive. As the stream of liquid hydrogen came barreling toward her, she darted to the side with uncanny precision, just narrowly avoiding the scorching blast. The air around her warped with the heat, and she felt the sting of the intense cold as the liquid hydrogen splashed against the rocks, creating a frosty mist.

She didn’t waste a moment. Valclaron’s failed attack left him vulnerable, his frame still reeling from the strain of the blast. His arms were now exposed, the emitters still overheating from the failed attempt. Tick-Tick-Tick moved with calculated speed, her spider-like body continuing its advance.

Tick-Tick-Tick swiftly closed the gap, the Magnus Hammer in her grip now crackling with energy, ready to end this. Valclaron tried to raise his arms again, but they were sluggish, and the emitters sputtered out. There was no more firepower left.

“You’re finished,” Tick-Tick-Tick said, her voice steely and emotionless.
Tick-Tick-Tick transformed into her Opportunistic Insect mode, her eight legs flexing as her sleek, spider-like form adjusted to the terrain. She moved quickly, her body skittering over the rocky ground, the sound of her legs tapping softly against the earth. Her optics locked onto Valclaron, still struggling to recover from her previous strike.

Valclaron staggered, his massive form teetering as his body began to malfunction, but it wasn’t enough to stop the barrage. His legs buckled beneath him, and the overwhelming damage caused his systems to fail. His optics blinked erratically before finally fading to black. He collapsed to the ground, his frame frozen in stasis as his systems locked down entirely.

Log wrote:02:58 Tick-Tick-Tick transforms into a Opportunistic Insect and strafes Valclaron. Valclaron goes into Stasis lock!

Tick-Tick-Tick paused for a moment, ensuring her target was down. Satisfied, she contacted Synchrony, her voice low but clear.

“Target neutralized. Valclaron is down. Another captive secured,” she reported, awaiting confirmation from her superior.

With the mission complete, Tick-Tick-Tick began preparing to transport Valclaron back, knowing the Decepticon would be of valuable use to their cause.

Amalgamated Pretense 1
Adapta-Track

Final Resplendence 4
Windcon
SolarCat
Eclipse Velocity
Valclaron

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The battle raged outside the Final Resplendence base, as Amalgamated Pretense was on the attack, the air was thick with the sounds of combat. Windracer, her dragon form a powerful and menacing silhouette against the sky, had shifted into the fray with all the ferocity and precision of a seasoned warrior. Her massive wings beat the air with a fierce rhythm as she dove toward Quench, her Atomic Fire Breath blazing to life.

With a sharp twist of her body, Windracer strafed the area around Quench, flames licking at the air as they crashed against the ground and over his form. Each burst of fire came in rapid succession, aimed at his frame with deadly accuracy.

Log wrote:00:03 Windracer transforms into a Dragon and strafes Quench. Windracer strafes Quench. Windracer strafes Quench. Quench is slightly damaged (93% power remaining). Quench is slightly damaged (83% power remaining).

Quench managed to transform quickly, his fire truck mode skidding across the ground as he tried to evade the flames, but the sheer force of the strafing attack caught him off guard. The heat from the flames licked at his exterior, and though he held his ground, the damage was evident. His armor was scorched, and his systems flashed with warning indicators.

"Not bad," Quench muttered, his voice calm despite the damage, "but I can still take it."

However, the damage was already taking its toll on his systems. As Windracer pulled back for another pass, Quench quickly assessed his situation. He had been slightly damaged, but he wasn’t out yet. His power reserves were still relatively intact, but the stress of the attack had brought his attention fully to Windracer’s next move.He wasn’t the type to back down from a fight, especially one as exhilarating as this.

Log wrote:00:12 Quench hits Windracer with a Magnus Hammer. Windracer is slightly damaged (98% power remaining).

As Quench's hammer blow landed, Windracer shook herself off, flaring her wings wide to maintain balance. Her optics narrowed as she scanned her opponent, feeling the sting of the attack, but also realizing that Quench wasn’t just a medic. He was a fighter in his own right.

Windracer’s lip curled in a tight frown as Quench, ever the cool-headed one, calmly spoke.

“We’ve already caught SolarCat,” Quench said, his voice even, almost as if he was delivering a simple report, as if he hadn’t just struck her in the side.

The words hit Windracer like a slap. Her jaw tightened, and for a moment, she hovered in the air, her wings trembling with the sudden surge of anger. SolarCat. Her wingmate. The real reason she herself was member of Amalgamated Pretense. Captured.

Her usually calm and jovial demeanor snapped into a rare, cold fury. Her optics flared, glowing a blazing blue as she locked her gaze onto Quench. “What did you say?” Her voice was quiet at first, a growl beneath the words.

Quench, unfazed, simply nodded. “SolarCat’s in our custody. And the team’s all in defensive positions at the base now. I suggest you stand down.”

Windracer’s wings flared with unbridled aggression. She hadn’t been prepared for this. Her gaze turned to the distant horizon, eyes flashing with a mix of determination and sheer disbelief.

“No one touches SolarCat,” she spat, her words a promise of reckoning. She was no longer just fighting to defeat an opponent—she was fighting to reclaim what had been taken from her.

With a growl, she surged forward, her body shifting into full dragon form, claws extending as she braced for another attack. She wouldn’t stand down. Not now. Not when one of her own had been taken.

Her movements were swift, her anger fueling her every strike as she dove toward Quench, every ounce of her being bent on stopping him. The fire in her chest roared louder than the flames she would unleash in battle. "You won’t get away with this, Autobot."

Log wrote:00:53 Windracer transforms into a Dragon and strafes Quench. Windracer strafes Quench. Windracer strafes Quench.Quench is injured (51% power remaining).  Quench is damaged (46% power remaining). Quench is damaged (41% power remaining).

Windracer's wings beat the air with fury as she dove toward Quench, her massive form soaring with the power of a dragon unleashed. Flames licked from her jaws as she strafed him once, then twice, the intense heat scorching the ground around them. The air hummed with the aftershock of her fiery assault as her claws raked the air, narrowly missing him in her rapid dive.

Quench staggered back, his fire truck form taking a heavy beating from the relentless strafing. The force of the flames seared his armor, and he grimaced, his energy reserves plummeting.

"Dammit!" Quench muttered, struggling to steady himself as his sensors flared with the overwhelming damage. "You're out of your mind, Windracer!" he shouted, his voice strained but still calm despite the pain.

Windracer didn't respond verbally. Instead, her optics blazed with a fierce, unspoken message. SolarCat's capture had ignited a firestorm within her, and now she would see it through to the end. Each strafing run was a release of pent-up fury, a declaration that no one would walk away with her teammate without consequences.

Quench's fuel levels were dangerously low, and though his injuries were considerable, he was far from finished. His systems were still functional, but barely. His gaze hardened as he realized this fight was far from over—and Windracer wasn't going to stop until she had retribution.

Windracer's eyes burned with a fiery intensity, her anger boiling over as she transformed into her Dragon form once again. With a deafening roar, she dove toward Quench, her powerful wings propelling her through the air as flames spewed from her jaws.

She strafed him mercilessly, her claws and flame scorching the very ground beneath them. Her relentless assault left no time for recovery, no moment of respite. Quench’s defenses faltered under the onslaught, and he staggered back, his form cracking and smoking from the sheer force of the attack.

Log wrote:02:16 Windracer transforms into a Dragon and strafes Quench. Windracer strafes Quench.. Windracer strafes Quench. Quench is severely injured (27% power remaining). Quench is severely injured (22% power remaining). Quench is severely injured (17% power remaining).

Quench’s energy reserves were dangerously low now, barely clinging to a semblance of life as he tried to fight back against the overwhelming pain. The damage to his frame was catastrophic—his once gleaming armor now charred and pitted, his systems struggling to keep him functional.

His voice, though pained, remained steady. "I... I didn’t want this, Windracer... we’re just doing our jobs."

Windracer’s optics flared with contempt. "Your ‘job’ is what got SolarCat captured!" she spat, fury rising with every word. "You’ve crossed a line, Quench. I won’t stop until you know what it feels like to lose someone."

With that, she came in for another strafing run, her claws swiping through the air like razors, a cold promise of vengeance in every movement.

Log wrote:03:02 Windracer hits Quench with a Atomic Fire Breath. Quench is severely damaged (7% power remaining).

Windracer’s fury reached a boiling point, and with a deafening roar, she unleashed her Atomic Fire Breath. The inferno erupted from her mouth, a torrent of searing flames so intense that the air shimmered with heat. It struck Quench with devastating force, his armor buckling under the onslaught as he was consumed by the intense heat.

Quench staggered, his systems groaning in protest as his power level plummeted to a critical low. His once pristine fire truck form was now a battered, burning wreck. The sheer pain from the attack left him barely conscious, but his instincts forced him to call out, desperation bleeding through his voice.

"Help... someone! I need assistance!" Quench called, the words strained and ragged. His vision blurred, and he could feel his energy reserves dwindling to nothing. But through the haze of pain, his concern was evident. Despite the severity of the attack, he still held a small glimmer of hope that his team would come to his aid before it was too late.

Windracer hovered in the air, her wings flapping with a ferocity that matched her wrath. She glared down at Quench, her chest heaving with the rush of adrenaline. “You’re not going anywhere,” she muttered coldly, her voice full of venom. The battle was far from over, and she wasn’t about to let her enemy escape.

Quench, his systems desperately trying to stay online, gathered every ounce of strength he had left. He knew he couldn’t afford to go down like this. With what little power remained, he attempted to bring his hammer up, but it was futile. Windracer was already upon him, and in an instant, she transformed into her Dragon form once again, her massive jaws snapping shut with terrifying precision.

The sharpness of her fangs sank deep into Quench's armor, the pressure overwhelming his weakened systems. His attempt to fight back was like a whisper against a storm. His vision blurred, and the pain was too much to bear. His last thoughts were fleeting as his systems shut down.

Log wrote:03:11 Windracer transforms into a Dragon and Bites Quench. Quench has gone into stasis lock!

Quench went still, slipping into stasis lock, his once-vibrant form now limp in Windracer’s grasp.

Windracer released her bite and stepped back, her anger still simmering beneath the surface. She hovered in the air, watching for any signs of movement, but it was clear—Quench had been defeated. The battlefield had gone quiet, save for the heavy beat of her wings and the faint crackle of sparks from his damaged body.

"You should have stayed out of this," Windracer muttered, eyes narrowed in contempt, as she hovered over his fallen form, her tail lashing in irritation.

Amalgamated Pretense 2
Adapta-Track
Quench
Final Resplendence 4
Windcon
Valclaron
SolarCat
Eclipse Velocity

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The battlefield lay shrouded in a tense stillness, broken only by the distant echoes of battle elsewhere. Amalgamated Pretense had pushed their offensive deep into Final Resplendence's defenses, creating a chaotic, fractured front. Amid the tumult, two figures converged on a shadowed ridge, the growing darkness cloaking them in an air of inevitability.

From above, a pair of amber optics pierced the night, unblinking and cold. Nightscope circled silently in his owl form, each beat of his wings calculated and deliberate. The Autobot sharpshooter thrived in the dark, his optics and instincts attuned to detecting even the subtlest movement. As he landed, his transformation into robot mode was fluid and quiet, the talons of an apex predator replaced by hands gripping his high-precision sniper rifle.

On the ground, Soundwave stood unmoving, a stark contrast to the shifting shadows around him. His posture was as rigid and deliberate as his movements were methodical. Alone and without the aid of his cassettes, the Decepticon communications officer relied solely on his intellect and skill. His visor glowed faintly, a steady line of unreadable purpose.

Nightscope's voice broke the silence, low and even, like a predator acknowledging its rival. “You should’ve stayed with the others, Soundwave. Alone, you’re vulnerable.”

Soundwave tilted his head ever so slightly, his synthesized tone carrying no hint of emotion. “Correction: Alone, I am sufficient. Observation: Your miscalculation is noted.”

Nightscope shifted his weight, his sniper rifle raising just a fraction as he stared down his opponent. The two stood poised, neither in a hurry to strike but both ready to act in an instant. This fight would not be a clash of brute strength but a contest of precision, tactics, and the will to endure.

Soundwave raised his arm-mounted Shatterblasters, the distinctive whine of charging energy filling the air. A bolt of energy erupted from the weapon, streaking toward Nightscope. The Autobot's owl-like reflexes served him well as he pivoted mid-step, the blast slicing harmlessly through the night and scorching the rocks behind him.

Nightscope steadied himself, his sniper rifle morphing into a sleek Fusion Cannon. The quiet hum of its charging mechanism was barely audible as he took aim. His optics narrowed, analyzing Soundwave's stance, searching for an opening. He fired, but Soundwave shifted with mechanical precision, the shot flashing past his shoulder, leaving nothing but a faint scorch mark on the ridge's rocky edge.

Log wrote:00:03 Soundwave misses Nightscope with a Shatterblasters.
00:10 Nightscope misses Soundwave with a Fusion Cannon.

Nightscope’s wings expanded in a sudden motion, and his silhouette morphed into the elegant yet predatory form of his alt mode—an opportunistic air animal designed for speed and precision. With a burst of momentum, he took to the skies, using the battlefield's chaos to position himself for a counterattack.

Circling with the fluid grace of a hunter, Nightscope swooped down, unleashing a series of precise strafing runs on Soundwave. The Decepticon’s polished frame sparked as the impacts landed, first glancing off his armor and then digging deeper with successive strikes.

Soundwave's systems recalibrated as his energy reserves dipped. The final blow forced him to steady himself, a faint flicker in his visor betraying the sting of the attack.

Nightscope’s keen optics gleamed with calculated intent as he banked away, keeping the pressure on Soundwave while maintaining a strategic distance. This was no mere battle—it was a deadly game of aerial dominance, where every move was critical.

Log wrote:00:28 Nightscope transforms into a Opportunistic Air Animal and strafes Soundwave. Nightscope strafes Soundwave. Nightscope strafes Soundwave. Soundwave is slightly damaged (93% power remaining). Soundwave is slightly damaged (83% power remaining). Soundwave is injured (74% power remaining).

Soundwave's form shimmered in the dim light as he initiated his transformation, shifting with seamless precision into his sleek gadget mode. In an instant, the battlefield erupted with chaos as he unleashed a barrage of strafing blasts, targeting Nightscope with calculated precision.

The Autobot’s keen optics darted, tracking the rapid movements of his opponent as explosions burst around him. Soundwave's attacks struck true, glancing off Nightscope’s armor in a series of fiery impacts. Though the owl-like warrior absorbed the blows, his power reserves dipped incrementally.

Nightscope hissed under his breath, his wings flaring slightly in agitation. He leaped into the air, propelling himself backward to put distance between him and the relentless Soundwave. The Decepticon’s calculated assault had left its mark, but Nightscope remained undeterred. Soundwave’s tactic had been effective, but it had also revealed just how far he was willing to press the advantage.

Log wrote:00:46 Soundwave transforms into a Gadget and strafes Nightscope. Soundwave strafes Nightscope. Soundwave strafes Nightscope. Nightscope is slightly damaged (95% power remaining). Nightscope is slightly damaged (85% power remaining). Nightscope is slightly damaged (77% power remaining).

Nightscope surged forward once more, his transformation into his air animal form fluid and seamless. With a haunting screech echoing across the battlefield, he dove at Soundwave with precision, striking twice in quick succession.

The first pass left a deep gouge in Soundwave's armor, reducing his reserves even more. As Soundwave braced for impact, the second strike followed immediately, sending a cascade of sparks as another panel buckled under the force, bringing his energy reserves down further.

Soundwave stumbled slightly, his processor working rapidly to reassess the situation. Despite the damage, his stance remained firm, a testament to his resilience. Nightscope circled above, wings spread wide, his sharp optics fixed on his target as he prepared for the next assault.

Log wrote:01:57 Nightscope transforms into a Opportunistic Air Animal and strafes Soundwave. Nightscope strafes Soundwave.

Nightscope locked onto his target, his Fusion Cannon charging with a resonant hum. With precise calculation, he fired, the blast striking Soundwave directly. The impact forced the Decepticon Communications Officer to brace himself as the energy seared his armor.

Sparks scattered from the damaged plating, and Soundwave’s systems struggled to redistribute power, now down to 41%. Despite the hit, Soundwave stood tall, his stoic demeanor unbroken.

Nightscope tilted his head slightly, his owl-like optics gleaming with determination. “Still standing, I see. Let’s test the limits of that resilience.”

Log wrote:03:17 Nightscope hits Soundwave with a Fusion Cannon. Soundwave is damaged (41% power remaining).

Nightscope launched into the air, transforming mid-flight into his owl-like alternate mode. His wings cut through the night as he swooped low, his sharp optics pinpointing Soundwave’s weakened form.

With a precise and calculated dive, Nightscope unleashed a barrage of energy blasts, strafing Soundwave with deadly accuracy. The first volley tore through his shoulder plating, forcing a shower of sparks as Soundwave’s systems groaned under the strain, dropping his power.

Undeterred, Nightscope circled back, his talons outstretched as he struck again, delivering another crippling blow. This time, the blast carved into Soundwave’s chest armor, exposing internal components. His power reserves plummeted, and he stumbled back, his posture faltering as damage indicators lit up across his HUD.

From above, Nightscope hovered momentarily, his silhouette framed against the moonlight. “Fitting, isn’t it? The predator becomes the prey.”

Log wrote:03:26 Nightscope transforms into a Opportunistic Air Animal and strafes Soundwave. Nightscope strafes Soundwave. Soundwave is damaged (32% power remaining). Soundwave is severely injured (26% power remaining).

Soundwave stood resolute, his Shatterblasters releasing a volley of calculated shots. The energy bolts connected with Nightscope mid-flight, jolting the Autobot out of his graceful arc. A scattering of sparks and fragments rained down as Nightscope faltered, his systems adjusting to the damage.

[color#0040FF]"Target: compromised,"[/color] Soundwave intoned, his voice as steady and devoid of emotion as ever.

Log wrote:04:02 Soundwave hits Nightscope with a Shatterblasters. Nightscope is injured (70% power remaining).

Nightscope's owl form swooped low, talons gleaming under the dim battlefield lights. With a final burst of agility, he unleashed a barrage of strafing attacks, each strike chipping away at Soundwave's remaining power reserves. The Decepticon staggered as sparks erupted from his chassis, his systems struggling to hold against the relentless assault.

Soundwave's visor flickered, a last defiant glimmer before his frame collapsed in a thunderous crash. The mighty Decepticon's form lay still, the unmistakable signal of stasis lock emanating from his body. Nightscope circled above, his optics narrowing in satisfaction as he perched on a nearby ridge, scanning for any potential reinforcements.

Log wrote:04:11 Nightscope transforms into a Opportunistic Air Animal and strafes Soundwave. Nightscope strafes Soundwave. Nightscope strafes Soundwave. Soundwave is severely damaged (7% power remaining). Soundwave is severely damaged (1% power remaining). Soundwave has gone into stasis lock!

"The sound of silence," Nightscope muttered, his tone both grim and triumphant.

Amalgamated Pretense 2
Raider Takes: Adapta-Track
Windracer takesQuench
Final Resplendence 5
Synchrony takes Windcon
Tick-Tick-Tick takes Valclaron
Synchrony takesSolarCat
Wing It takesEclipse Velocity
NightScope takes Soundwave

After a short Christmas break the fight continues!!

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The battlefield was a blazing inferno, the chaos of clashing forces consuming everything in its wake. Smoke and ash filled the air, illuminated by the glow of sporadic explosions and the relentless barrage of weapon fire. The Decepticons of Amalgamated Pretense pressed their assault with brutal precision, while the Autobots of Final Resplendence stood their ground, their defenses battered but holding firm.

He had already witnessed several of his teammates fall—Windcon, grounded and captured; Occult, forced into retreat; and SolarCat, taken by the enemy. Each loss gnawed at him, fueling the fire in his spark. Tammuz clenched his fists, his plating scorched and dented, but his resolve only growing stronger.

Ahead, a sleek figure darted through the flames with almost mocking agility. Wing It, the Autobot known for his speed and unpredictable maneuvers, had taken to the skies, his fighter mode weaving through the chaos like a ghost. He thrived in the mayhem, using it to his advantage as he picked off Decepticon targets with precision.

Tammuz’s optics locked onto Wing It, his jaw tightening. He knew this Autobot’s reputation—fast, clever, and relentless. But Tammuz wasn’t here to admire his opponent’s skill. He was here to fight, to avenge his fallen comrades, and to turn the tide of this battle.

“Wing It! Your tricks won’t save you now. Come face me, if you’ve got the spark for it!”

Above, Wing It looped gracefully, his fighter form glinting against the flames. He transformed mid-air, landing with precision and confidence. His Gamma Ray Blaster hummed to life as he regarded Tammuz with a smirk.

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” Wing It called, his tone light but edged with challenge. “Let’s see if you’re as tough as you look.”

The two combatants squared off amidst the burning wreckage, the air between them crackling with tension. This would be a battle of brute strength versus speed and wit—a clash that would leave its mark on the battlefield for all to see.

Tammuz roared forward, his massive frame shifting seamlessly into his tank form. The ground trembled beneath his treads as he unleashed a relentless strafing barrage toward Wing It.

Wing It looped upward, his thrusters flaring as he narrowly avoided a direct hit. Smoke trailed from his frame as he steadied himself in the air, his movements now more calculated as he eyed the tank below. Tammuz rolled forward, his cannons charging again, the fiery glow of the battlefield reflecting off his armored plating.

“You can’t dance forever, Autobot,” Tammuz growled, his voice like grinding metal, as he prepared for his next strike.

Log wrote:00:35 Tammuz transforms into a Tank and strafes Wing It. Tammuz strafes Wing It. Wing It is slightly damaged (80% power remaining). Wing It is injured (71% power remaining).  remove timestamp, and % power remaining, only use them for story.

Wing It soared through the chaos, his Gamma Ray Blaster humming with energy as he lined up his shot. The blazing battlefield below provided little cover for Tammuz, who moved steadily in his tank form. Confident in his aim, Wing It fired, the searing energy bolt streaking through the air toward his massive target.

But Tammuz anticipated the attack. With a sharp turn of his treads, the tank pivoted, the blast slamming harmlessly into the scorched ground where he had been just moments before. Dust and debris erupted into the air, but Tammuz rolled forward undeterred, his turret swiveling to track Wing It’s erratic flight path.

“You’ll have to aim better than that,” Tammuz rumbled, his voice low and unyielding, as he prepared for his next move.

Log wrote:02:08 Wing It misses Tammuz with a Gamma Ray Blaster.

Wing It banked sharply in the air, transforming into his sleek fighter mode with a flourish of thrusters. His engines roared as he dove toward Tammuz, unleashing a precise strafing run.

Energy blasts rained down, striking the massive tank with resounding force. The impact shook Tammuz, the searing bolts cutting through his armor and leaving jagged scorch marks along his frame. Despite the damage, the Decepticon pressed forward, his treads grinding over the battlefield debris with unrelenting determination.

Wing It ascended once more, circling above to reassess his target. “I didn't think you could move very fast with armor like that,” he called out, his voice carried by the wind. “But let’s see how long you can keep moving.”

Below, Tammuz steadied himself, his cannon glowing as it charged. His optics burned with resolve as he tracked Wing It’s position. “Keep talking, Autobot,” he growled. “You’ll regret coming this close.”

Log wrote:03:17 Wing It transforms into a Fighter and strafes Tammuz. Tammuz is damaged (42% power remaining)

Tammuz growled deeply as he locked onto Wing It’s fighter form circling above. His treads roared as he transformed back into his tank mode, his massive frame surging forward with unstoppable momentum. With his turret aimed upward, he calculated Wing It’s trajectory, waiting for the perfect moment.

Wing It swooped low, his fighter form angling for another strafing run. But Tammuz was ready. With a burst of speed that seemed impossible for his size, the Decepticon tank surged forward, cutting through the debris-laden battlefield like a juggernaut.

The collision was thunderous. Tammuz rammed into Wing It with devastating force, the impact crumpling the Autobot’s frame and sending him spiraling to the ground. Wing It’s systems flickered and failed, his body falling limp as he entered stasis lock.

Log wrote:03:56 Tammuz transforms into a Tank and rams Wing It. Wing It has gone into stasis lock!

Tammuz skidded to a halt, his massive form towering over the now motionless fighter. His armor was battered and scorched, but his victory was undeniable. “Stay down,” he rumbled, his tone cold and final. Without sparing another glance, he turned his attention back to the raging battlefield, ready for the next challenge.


Amalgamated Pretense 3
Raider Takes: Adapta-Track
Windracer takes: Quench
Tammuz takes: Wing It
Final Resplendence 5
Synchrony takes: Windcon
Tick-Tick-Tick takes: Valclaron
Synchrony takes: SolarCat
Wing It takes: Eclipse Velocity
NightScope takes: Soundwave

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The battlefield stretched into another chaotic sector, the flames and debris painting a grim backdrop to the ongoing war. Tammuz rumbled forward, his massive tank treads crushing the charred remnants of the battlefield beneath him. The Decepticon of Amalgamated Pretense had just taken down Wing It, but his optics scanned for the next threat. The fight was far from over, and Final Resplendence’s defenses weren’t crumbling without a fight.

As he rolled into the next zone, Tammuz came to a halt. A lone figure stood amidst the ruins, arms crossed and a confident smirk playing across his face.

“You’ve been making quite the mess,” Eganrac called out, his voice carrying a playful lilt. His stance was relaxed, but his optics burned with determination. “But I’m here to remind you that chaos doesn’t bow to brute strength.”

Tammuz’s turret swiveled toward Eganrac, his deep, rumbling voice cutting through the air. “Final Resplendence doesn’t stand a chance. You’re just another obstacle to crush.”

Eganrac chuckled, cracking his knuckles as he shifted into a battle stance. “Oh, big guy, you’re going to find out that I’m more than just an obstacle. Let’s see if you can handle unpredictability.”

Eganrac wasted no time, raising his Fusion Cannon with a flourish that mirrored his unpredictable nature. The cannon hummed with energy before releasing a concentrated blast that streaked across the battlefield. The shot struck Tammuz squarely, a resounding impact that sent sparks flying from his armored frame.

Tammuz barely flinched, his massive form absorbing the blow with little more than a growl. The scorch mark on his plating was evident, but it was a mere scratch to the tank-like Decepticon. His optics locked onto Eganrac, a low rumble escaping him.

Log wrote:00:09 Eganrac hits Tammuz with a Fusion Cannon. Tammuz is slightly damaged (96% power remaining).

“Is that all, Autobot?” Tammuz rumbled, his voice steady and unyielding as his turret adjusted toward his opponent.

Eganrac laughed, a carefree sound amidst the chaos. “Oh, not even close. I just like to make my presence known.”

Tammuz wasted no time responding, his hulking frame shifting seamlessly into his tank mode. The ground trembled beneath his treads as he powered forward, turret swiveling to lock onto Eganrac. With a deafening roar, his cannons unleashed a relentless barrage.

The first volley struck Eganrac, sending him staggering back as sparks and fragments of armor scattered into the air. A second round hit even harder, slamming into his midsection and forcing him to brace for balance.

Still, even as he reeled from the damage, Eganrac grinned through gritted teeth. “You hit hard, Tammuz,” he said, wiping a spark of molten debris from his shoulder. “But brute force alone won’t win this.”

Log wrote:00:16 Tammuz transforms into a Tank and strafes Eganrac. Tammuz strafes Eganrac. Tammuz strafes Eganrac. Tammuz strafes Eganrac. Eganrac is slightly damaged (82% power remaining). Eganrac is injured (73% power remaining). Eganrac is injured (64% power remaining). Eganrac is injured (59% power remaining).

Tammuz rumbled forward, the glow of his cannon reflecting off his scarred plating. “Then show me what you’ve got, Autobot. I’ll crush you just the same.”


Eganrac raised his Fusion Cannon once more, the weapon humming with lethal energy as he aimed at Tammuz. With a flash, he fired, but Tammuz had anticipated the strike. The massive Decepticon tank shifted to the side, the blast scorching the ground where he had been moments before.

“Missed,” Tammuz growled, his voice rumbling like distant thunder as he powered forward.

Eganrac had only a moment to react before the crushing weight of Tammuz slammed into him. The impact sent the Autobot flying backward, his armor groaning under the strain as he crashed to the ground. Sparks erupted from his frame, and his systems flashed with damage warnings.

Struggling to his feet, Eganrac gritted his teeth, his smirk now replaced with a grim determination. “All that muscle,” he muttered, coughing as his systems strained, “but I’m not out of this yet.”

Tammuz rolled to a halt, his massive turret swiveling toward Eganrac. “You’re holding up better than I thought,” he rumbled, his voice cold and steady. “But not for much longer.”

Log wrote:00:38 Eganrac misses Tammuz with a Fusion Cannon.
01:04 Tammuz transforms into a Tank and rams Eganrac. Eganrac is damaged (37% power remaining).

Eganrac steadied himself, raising his Fusion Cannon once again, but the blast streaked harmlessly past Tammuz as the Decepticon tank maneuvered with surprising agility. The Autobot growled in frustration but didn’t let up.

Shifting tactics, Eganrac transformed into his walker vehicle mode, his legs stomping against the battlefield with heavy determination. With a sudden burst of speed, he launched into a strafing assault. Energy blasts rained down on Tammuz, striking his armor in rapid succession. Each hit left scorch marks and dents, chipping away at the tank’s defenses.

Tammuz growled as his power levels dropped. "You think a flurry of shots will stop me?" he laughed. His massive turret swiveled, locking onto the moving target.

But instead of firing, Tammuz transformed into his bot form, his hulking frame glowing with raw power. A bright blade of energy ignited in his hands, a lightsaber that shimmered with deadly intensity. With a single swing, he struck Eganrac, the searing blade cutting through his opponent’s armor and forcing him back.

Eganrac gritted his teeth, his systems flashing damage warnings. “That your best trick, big guy?” he taunted, though his voice carried less bravado than before.

Tammuz didn’t respond with words. He lunged forward, striking Eganrac again with the energy blade. Sparks erupted from the Autobot’s frame as the strike hit true, further depleting his reserves.

Another swing followed, the blade tearing into Eganrac’s shoulder. The Autobot staggered, but his walker form steadied him as he adjusted his stance. With a growl of determination, Eganrac surged forward, ramming into Tammuz with all the force his walker mode could muster.

The impact was devastating, sending Tammuz reeling. His armor groaned under the strain, and he slid back several meters, his systems registering the hit as critical damage.

Log wrote:01:08 Eganrac misses Tammuz with a Fusion Cannon.
01:33 Eganrac transforms into a Walker Vehicle and strafes Tammuz. Eganrac strafes Tammuz. Eganrac strafes Tammuz. Eganrac strafes Tammuz. Tammuz is slightly damaged (77% power remaining). Tammuz is injured (72% power remaining). Tammuz is injured (67% power remaining). Tammuz is injured (62% power remaining).
01:42 Tammuz hits Eganrac with a Lightsaber. Eganrac is damaged (36% power remaining).
02:16   Tammuz hits Eganrac with a Lightsaber. Eganrac is damaged (34% power remaining).
02:25   Tammuz hits Eganrac with a Lightsaber. Eganrac is damaged (31% power remaining).
02:41 Eganrac transforms into a Walker Vehicle and rams Tammuz. Tammuz is damaged (36% power remaining).

Tammuz steadied his immense frame, his lightsaber glowing ominously in his grip. With a growl, he lunged forward, slashing down with precise force. The blade cut deep into Eganrac’s armor, sparks flying as the Autobot staggered back, his systems screaming with critical damage.

Eganrac, refusing to yield, transformed back into his walker vehicle mode. With sheer determination, he surged forward and slammed into Tammuz with the full force of his bulk. The impact was thunderous, sending Tammuz skidding across the battlefield, his armor groaning under the strain as his systems teetered on the edge of collapse.

But Tammuz wasn’t finished. Summoning what remained of his strength, he shifted into his tank form, his treads roaring as he unleashed a devastating strafing barrage. Energy blasts rained down on Eganrac with unrelenting precision. The first strike staggered him, the second ripped through his shoulder, and the final volley drove him to his knees.

Eganrac’s systems flickered, his walker mode crumpling as the damage overwhelmed him. With a final sputter of energy, his frame fell silent, and his optics dimmed. He had gone into stasis lock, his form motionless amidst the blazing battlefield.

Log wrote:02:51 Tammuz hits Eganrac with a Lightsaber. Eganrac is severely injured (29% power remaining). 
02:59 :Bot:  Eganrac transforms into a Walker Vehicle and rams Tammuz. Tammuz is severely damaged (9% power remaining).
03:04 Tammuz transforms into a Tank and strafes Eganrac. Tammuz strafes Eganrac. Tammuz strafes Eganrac. Eganrac is severely injured (12% power remaining). Eganrac is severely damaged (6% power remaining). Eganrac has gone into stasis lock!

Tammuz rolled to a stop, his tank mode battered but triumphant. "Another one down," he rumbled, his voice steady despite his own critical state.

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The battlefield crackled with tension, the clash between Amalgamated Pretense and Final Respendence raging with unrelenting ferocity.

Synchrony moved purposefully through the debris, his optics scanning the chaos for any sign of his downed teammates. His frame bore the marks of battle, his movements steady but laced with urgency. His mission now wasn’t just to fight but to find any fallen comrades and bring them back to the base for repairs in the CR chambers. Every spark mattered.

“Final Resplendence, report,” he called over the comms, his voice calm but strained. The static-filled silence gnawed at him as he pressed deeper into the battlefield, his sensors sweeping for Autobot signals amidst the wreckage.

As he crested a hill of shattered metal, his optics locked onto movement ahead. For a brief, hopeful moment, he thought it might be one of his own, struggling to their feet. But as the figure stepped into view, his spark sank. It wasn’t an Autobot—it was Substance.

The Decepticon chemist emerged from the smoke, his frame pale and unassuming, yet emanating a dangerous aura. His optics gleamed with calculated malice, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he spotted Synchrony.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” Substance drawled, his tone mockingly casual. “I didn’t expect the leader of Final Resplendence himself to come wandering into my path. Looking for your little lost lambs, are you?”

Synchrony straightened, his stance resolute. “Substance. Your games won’t work on me. This ends here.”

Substance chuckled darkly, his hand brushing against one of his weapons. “Oh, Synchrony, you make it sound so dramatic. But if you insist, let’s make this... memorable.”

Synchrony’s engines roared as he shifted seamlessly into his space shuttle form, the sleek lines of his alt mode cutting through the smoke-filled battlefield. With precision and control, Synchrony unleashed a barrage of energy blasts. The first struck Substance’s shoulder, sending sparks scattering and forcing the Decepticon chemist to stagger back. A second hit followed almost immediately, grazing his side and leaving a scorch mark on his pale armor.

00:46 Synchrony transforms into a Space Shuttle and strafes Substance. Synchrony strafes Substance. Substance is slightly damaged (90% power remaining). Substance is slightly damaged (84% power remaining).

Substance grimaced, his usual calm demeanor briefly giving way to irritation. He ducked behind a fragment of debris, his optics flickering as he calculated his next move. “Not bad,” he muttered to himself, “but this is far from over.”

Above, Synchrony looped around, his thrusters flaring as he prepared for another pass. His voice carried through his comms, steady and unwavering. “You’re not as untouchable as you think, Substance. Your games won’t save you now.”

Substance smirked despite the damage, his tone cool and mocking as he activated his weapon systems. “Careful, Synchrony. You might just find yourself playing along.”

00:54 Substance transforms into a Gadget and strafes Synchrony. Synchrony is injured (65% power remaining).

In a burst of energy, Substance unleashed a strafing barrage. The blasts struck Synchrony’s shuttle form with pinpoint accuracy, tearing into his armor and forcing him into evasive maneuvers. Sparks flew as it hit his side, sending him into a brief spiral before he corrected his flight path.

Synchrony’s systems flashed warnings as he steadied himself, his thrusters firing to keep him airborne. He growled under his breath, his calm demeanor cracking for just a moment. "You're persistent," he muttered as he looped back around to face his opponent.

Substance returned to his upright form, his mocking tone carrying over the comms. “Persistent? Oh, Synchrony, I prefer the term thorough. Let’s see how much more you can take.”

Substance shifted back into his upright form, his Shatterblasters glowing with a menacing hum as he locked onto Synchrony’s weaving shuttle form.

02:00 Substance misses Synchrony with a Shatterblasters.

But Synchrony was already in motion. Banking sharply, he avoided the first shot with ease, his thrusters flaring as he climbed higher.

From his elevated position, Synchrony’s voice crackled over the comms, steady and sharp. “You’ll have to aim better than that, Substance. Precision isn’t your strong suit, is it?”

Substance’s optics flickered with irritation, though his tone remained cool. “Enjoy your little victories, Autobot. They won’t last.”

Synchrony looped high into the air, his engines roaring as he transformed back into his sleek space shuttle form.

Energy blasts rained down, striking Substance with resounding force. The shot sent him stumbling, tearing through his armor and exposing faint glimmers of internal systems. Sparks flew as Substance staggered, his optics flaring with annoyance.

03:37 Synchrony transforms into a Space Shuttle and strafes Substance. Substance is injured (57% power remaining).

“That’s starting to hurt!” Substance snapped, his voice sharp as he clutched at the scorched plating on his side. Despite the damage, his tone carried a trace of wry humor, masking the frustration creeping into his circuits.

Synchrony arced back around, his engines humming as he prepared for another assault. “You don’t say,” he replied, his voice steady. “It’s going to hurt a lot more if you don’t stand down.”

Substance chuckled, shaking off the pain as he steadied himself. “Not a chance. I’m not done yet, Synchrony. Not by a long shot.”

Substance’s frustration reached its boiling point as his Shatterblasters fired another searing bolt, slamming into Synchrony with unrelenting force. The Autobot staggered, his systems screaming warnings as his armor groaned under the assault.

04:01 Substance hits Synchrony with a Shatterblasters. Synchrony is severely injured (26% power remaining).

“Fragging Autobot!” Substance snarled, his voice sharp and venomous. “Why won’t you just go down already?!”

Synchrony steadied himself, his optics dim but unwavering. Despite the damage, he managed to raise his voice, calm and resolute. “Because someone has to stand against you, Substance. Someone has to stop this.”

The words only seemed to inflame Substance further. He growled as Synchrony retaliated, unleashing a devastating blast from his Reaver-Obliteration Orbital Platform. The impact rocked the Decepticon chemist, sending him staggering backward as his armor cracked and systems flashed damage alerts.

04:14 Synchrony hits Substance with a Reaver-Obliteration Orbital Platform. Substance is damaged (48% power remaining).

Substance hissed in pain, his irritation bubbling over. “You’re a real piece of slag, Synchrony! Fine, you want to drag this out? Let’s see how long you last!”

Another burst of Shatterblasters followed, tearing into Synchrony’s frame. He faltered, his body trembling from the strain, but his voice remained steady as he met Substance’s glare. “Long enough to make sure you don’t harm anyone else.”

04:17 Substance hits Synchrony with a Shatterblasters. Synchrony is severely injured (25% power remaining).

Synchrony’s engines roared to life as he transformed into his sleek space shuttle form, despite his battered frame. Smoke and sparks trailed from his damaged wings as he ascended, determination fueling his movements even as his systems strained to keep him aloft.

With a sharp turn, he locked onto Substance below, calculating his trajectory with precision. He dove into a strafing run, unleashing a barrage of energy blasts that struck true. The first shot rocked Substance backward, his armor cracking under the relentless assault. The second hit sent a shower of sparks cascading from his frame as his systems flashed critical warnings.

04:37 Synchrony transforms into a Space Shuttle and strafes Substance. Synchrony strafes Substance. Substance is damaged (33% power remaining). Substance is severely injured (25% power remaining).

Substance staggered, clutching his side as black smoke rose from the damaged plating. “Damn you, Synchrony!” he spat, his voice filled with both pain and fury. “I don’t have time for this!”

From above, Synchrony circled, his voice calm but firm as it echoed over the battlefield. “You made time for this, Substance. This ends here.”

Substance snarled through gritted teeth, his optics burning with defiance. Despite his injuries, he stood his ground, his hands twitching as he prepared to retaliate. “You don’t get to decide when it ends, Autobot. Not for me!”

04:53 Substance transforms into a Gadget and strafes Synchrony. Substance strafes Synchrony. Synchrony is severely damaged (3% power remaining). Synchrony has gone into stasis lock!

Substance transformed back into his upright form, his battered frame sparking as smoke rose from his armor.

Activating his comm, Substance opened a secure channel to Thundertron. His voice carried a mix of exhaustion and triumph, laced with just a hint of his trademark nonchalance. “Thundertron, this is Substance. I’ve got Synchrony—Final Resplendence’s leader is in stasis lock.”

There was a brief pause before Thundertron’s commanding tone came through the channel. “Well done, Substance. Ensure he’s secured. This will deal a significant blow to their morale.”

With that, Substance began the process of securing Synchrony for transport.

Amalgamated Pretense 5
Raider Takes: Adapta-Track
Windracer takesQuench
Tammuz takes Wing It
Tammuz takes Eganrac
Substance takes Synchrony

Final Resplendence 5
Synchrony takes Windcon
Tick-Tick-Tick takes Valclaron
Synchrony takesSolarCat
Wing It takesEclipse Velocity
NightScope takes Soundwave

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The sky above the battlefield roared with the thunder of engines as two formidable figures clashed amidst the smoke and chaos. Hypertalon, the avian femme of Final Resplendence, soared high, her massive wings slicing through the air with terrifying precision. Opposing her was Raider, the sleek and agile Harrier jump jet of Amalgamated Pretense, her thrusters blazing as she maneuvered with deadly grace.

The first strike came swiftly. Hypertalon banked sharply, her talons gripping the formidable Magnus Hammer. With a powerful sweep, she brought the weapon down mid-flight, the force reverberating as it slammed into Raider’s left wing. Sparks flew, and Raider’s systems registered the damage as she veered slightly off course.

00:09 Hypertalon hits Raider with a Magnus Hammer. Raider is slightly damaged (82% power remaining).

Raider gritted her vents, steadying her flight. Her HUD flashed alerts, but her focus remained sharp. "You’ll need more than that, birdbrain," she muttered, pulling into a tight loop to regain her position.

Hypertalon let out a fierce cry, her optics locking onto Raider as she prepared for another pass. "Come and face me, Decepticon!" she called out, her voice echoing through the turbulent skies. "Let’s see how well you handle a real flyer."

Raider’s thrusters flared as she shot upward, closing the distance between them with remarkable speed.

Hypertalon dove from the clouds, her Magnus Hammer raised high, aiming to deliver another crushing blow. Raider saw the strike coming and, with a sharp turn, transformed into her fighter mode. Her VTOL thrusters roared as she banked sharply, narrowly avoiding the hammer’s devastating arc.

00:25 Hypertalon attacks Raider with a Magnus Hammer. Raider transforms into a Fighter and avoids the attack!

“Missed me,” Raider taunted over the comm, her voice sharp and confident as she swung around. In a flash, her weapon systems engaged, and with a calculated strike, she delivered a precise slash with her Lightsaber, grazing Hypertalon’s wing. The Autobot flinched but barely slowed, her armor shrugging off the minimal damage.

00:29 Raider hits Hypertalon with a Lightsaber. Hypertalon is slightly damaged (99% power remaining).

Hypertalon let out a screech of frustration, her form shifting mid-air into a massive bird of prey. Her wings spread wide as she unleashed a flurry of strafing attacks. Energy blasts rained down on Raider, each one finding its mark. Raider’s systems blared warning after warning as her armor buckled under the relentless assault.

00:33 Hypertalon transforms into a Dangerous Air Animal and strafes Raider. Hypertalon strafes Raider. Hypertalon strafes Raider. Hypertalon strafes Raider. Raider is injured (67% power remaining). Raider is injured (61% power remaining). Raider is injured (54% power remaining). Raider is damaged (44% power remaining).

“Not so fast now, Decepticon,” Hypertalon called, her tone fierce as she circled above.

Raider gritted her vents, her energy levels dropping dangerously low. Smoke trailed from her damaged wing, but she refused to back down. “You’ll have to try harder than that to clip my wings,” she growled, pulling into a defensive maneuver to gain distance.

01:39 Raider misses Hypertalon with a Lightsaber. 

Raider pushed her thrusters to the limit, pulling into an aggressive arc as she brought her Lightsaber to bear. She swung at Hypertalon with precision, but the Autobot flyer deftly rolled to the side, avoiding the strike entirely.

Frustrated but undeterred, Raider transformed back into her fighter mode, her VTOL engines roaring as she strafed Hypertalon from above. One of her shots connected, sparking off Hypertalon’s armor and causing her to falter slightly. Raider smirked. “Got you that time.”

01:51 Raider transforms into a Fighter and strafes Hypertalon.  Hypertalon is slightly damaged (92% power remaining).

Hypertalon steadied herself with a powerful flap of her wings, her optics blazing with determination. “Not enough to ground me,” she replied, her voice cold and resolute.

Raider dove again, her Lightsaber slashing through the air, but Hypertalon twisted with a grace born of experience, evading the attack with ease. “Hold still!” Raider muttered, her systems straining to keep pace.

02:54 Raider misses Hypertalon with a Lightsaber.

Suddenly, Hypertalon shifted back into her formidable bird form, her wings slicing through the air as she unleashed a devastating strafing run. Raider’s systems lit up with critical alerts as energy blasts rained down on her, tearing through her already weakened armor. She spiraled out of control, smoke trailing from her frame as she struggled to regain stability.

With a final, resounding blast, Raider’s systems failed, her engines sputtering as she fell from the sky. Her frame hit the ground with a heavy thud, her optics flickering before dimming entirely. Raider had gone into stasis lock.

03:04 Hypertalon transforms into a Dangerous Air Animal and strafes Raider. Raider has gone into stasis lock!

Hypertalon circled above, her form casting a shadow over the fallen Decepticon. “One more down,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with both satisfaction and a warrior’s respect.

Hypertalon circled above Raider’s fallen frame, her wings slicing through the thick, smoke-laden air. The Decepticon lay motionless in the rubble, her systems dark, her sleek form battered and broken. With a low sigh, Hypertalon opened her comm line, her tone calm but urgent.

“Hypertalon to Synchrony. Raider is down. Do you copy?” Her voice carried a steady resolve, but the crackling static that answered made her frown. She adjusted her altitude, scanning the battlefield below for any sign of the Final Resplendence leader.

“Synchrony, report,” she tried again, her tone more insistent. Still, there was no response, only the faint hum of distant explosions and the occasional burst of interference. Her optics narrowed as unease crept in.

She banked hard, climbing higher to widen her search radius. “Come on, Synchrony. Where are you?” she muttered, frustration lacing her words. The silence on the other end of the comm felt oppressive, and she knew the stakes—they couldn’t afford to lose another leader in this battle.

Hovering for a moment, Hypertalon glanced back down at Raider’s lifeless form. The thought of leaving her there, even as a defeated enemy, didn’t sit right. With a sharp pivot, she descended swiftly, landing beside the downed Decepticon. Her talons clicked softly against the rubble as she transformed back into her robot form.

“Guess you’re coming with me,” she muttered, leaning down to lift Raider’s limp frame. Raider was heavier than she looked, but Hypertalon’s powerful frame handled the burden with ease. “Synchrony may be MIA, but I’m not leaving you here for scrap.”

With a strong leap, Hypertalon took to the skies again, Raider in tow. Her wings beat against the turbulent air as she headed back toward Final Resplendence’s lines, her optics scanning for any sign of her commander

5
Raider Takes: Adapta-Track
Windracer takesQuench
Tammuz takes Wing It
Tammuz takes Eganrac
Substance takes Synchrony

6
Synchrony takes Windcon
Tick-Tick-Tick takes Valclaron
Synchrony takesSolarCat
Wing It takesEclipse Velocity
NightScope takes Soundwave
Hypertalon takes Raider