”If he does, that’s on him and not following my slaggin’ orders. Now does as Snapdragon told you!” Apeface snarled in response to Slugslinger and fired another salvo at Logicor, this time towards the giant’s left knee joint due to Hun-Grrr and Triggerhappy getting in the way. Snapdragon seemed to agree given his outburst. And why wouldn’t he? The reptilian Horrorcon was far more bloodthirsty than Apeface and the simian Horrorcon was hardly a saint.
”That slag-spewing beast," the interceptor noted almost in awe, "He gave us an opening! Run or gun!"
”Do as he said!” Apeface shouted to reinforce Snapdragon’s words and prepared to lug off a grenade at Logicor but canceled his action as his optics picked up another Terrorcon assaulting Logicor within the smoke wall.
”Damn it Blot,” he cursed, watching the disgusting Terrorcon clamp its jaws on Logicor’s ankle just as Synapse charged after Triggerhappy. He wanted to facepalm so bad but this was not the time for it. Not with Synapse and Triggerhappy running back and forth between his position and Logicor. ”Fricking hell. Get back here you idiots or I will shoot you myself!”
Spared in this moment, Slog glanced to Apeface. “The weakness Monstructor has will not work for Logicor,” he informed the Horrorcon, “It requires one to cause a disruption in the collective consciousness of that thing. And that may be specific to Monstructor.”
”Yeah?” Apeface retorted, at least Slog had finally pulled his head out of his tailpipe and given somekind of an answer to his earlier inquiries.
“W-well!” Umbra called from behind the minimal cover that had been constructed, “That time before…that big Con…er…I don’t know his name, but he beat the scrap out of Monstructor and made you all fall apart.”
”We don’t have one of the Warrior’s Elite here to fight the battle for us now! Just keep pouring it in! If that thing has a weakness it has to come from the within!” Apeface roared back at the scared femme that had decided to share her piece with him and Slog. The Horrorcon could only hope he was right. He knew the Technobots well enough to know they weren’t seamlessly compatible psychologically. And Jhiaxus had pretty much forced them together into that… thing. It had good chances of backfiring on them. Afterburner was a defiant rebel without a cause. Lightspeed was intelligent but prone to bouts of depression over his place in the world. Nosecone was slow and methodical in everything he hid. Their leader Scattershot was belligerent and brash. And there was Strafe, as high-strung and trigger happy as they came, one push away from becoming completely unhinged in his paranoia. Considering those traits, Logicor was acting way too efficiently right now. Had to be Jhiaxus’ influence. Apeface sure hoped the Technobots were rebelling against their programming as he noted Hun-Gurr dropping off from Logicor’s back as the giant began leaning forward.
>>"Apeface, Snapdragon, Slugslinger, reinforcements behind you."<<
>>”Took you long enough Bomb-Burst! Just have your people spread your firepower over Logicor’s upper body, let’s see if we can get it out of focus!”<< Apeface replied back to Bomb-Burst. Despite of jokingly berating Bomb-Burst for taking so much time to appear, he was glad to get professional soldiers involved rather than having to deal with the Triggerhappies and Synapses or the Decepticon army. Some people just didn’t have a place in the battlefield.
"Calculating," Logicor grumbled, as his sensors began to take in an increasing number of arriving mechanoids. "Alternate countermeasures authorized."
”Oh slag.” Apeface cursed in reaction Logicor firing of a swarm of missiles to pretty much every direction expect towards the two Terrorcons at its feet. And the last thing he saw of them was a flash of a powering up energo-scimitars in Hun-Garr’s hands.
”Everyone take cover!” He barked out a warning, dove behind some debris and raised his shield above himself to give protection from the missile flying towards him in case it managed to come off in an angle his pile of debris couldn’t cover. Had not the following missile explosion deafened him for a short moment, he would have heard Logicor howl for pain as the leader of the Terrorcon’s sunk one of his scimitar’s hilt deep into the giant’s leg formed out of the Technobot Afterburner.