The Energon Pub

Garrus-9--Corridors

”Yeah. Everyone on your feet now! If you can fight get your slagging guns and prepare for battle! If you can’t get slag out of here now!”

Stormwrecker heaved a sigh of...he didn't know what. The stress of the moment? The likelihood of impending death? He and Umbra had been preparing for this end-run, hoping to use her as they did against Monstructor but having no backup plan for how to handle Logicor. The Horrorcon had a plan at least, even if it was just stand and fight. Stormwrecker could work with that.

"Let's put the big guy in his place," he said, standing just behind Apeface, his words sounding much more confidant than he actually felt.

Corridors

>>"Left 50 meters."<< Snarler snorted over comms, nose still to ground, tracking the scent of the combiners.

Despite being viewed as nothing more than a dumb animal, Snarler's keen abilities tracked not only Logicor and Monstructor, but Bomb Burst and Nightbird too. He gave all his directions relative to the Assassin's position,who was a considerable clip ahead of him, and not from his own position.

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Bomb Burst sighed ever so softly as he looked ahead 50 meters and saw wall. 60 meters was an intersection.

They​ must be getting close. Snarler paid no mind to maps and such, he went through walls rather than bother doubling back if he was that close to a target.

>>"60 meters to the intersection, Pig."<< He replied on silent comms. >>"Going through walls is loud, we can't make that much noise."<<

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Snarler didn't stop when Bomb Burst corrected him. He simply grunted affirmatively on the comms and corrected his course. "Fragging Bat." He muttered to himself. His team mate would never understand the satisfaction of going through walls. The crumple of the metal against his skull... The whine as the wall gave way to the pressu-

Snarler's pace suddenly slowed, causing Skullgrin to make a quick speed adjustment.

There was something else. He smelled something else... Something Cybertronian.


>>"Batty."<< He said. >>"Deres more than just da combined bot ahead. Dunno how many yet. More dan one."<< Nose went back to the ground trying to figure out how many more mechs we're ahead.

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Bomb Burst and Nightbird paused after Snarler's message, letting Skullgrin and Snarler close some space on them. >>Stop making so much noise.<< Bomb Burst hissed over the comms as Snarler and Skullgrin approached.

He began moving forward.

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Boom, boom!

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Both Nightbird and Bomb Burst noticed at the same time the ground was shaking. Optics to each other then back to Skullgrin and Snarler, confusion could be seen etched in both their faceplates.

"What the what?" Nightbird asked softly.

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>>"Ain't us makin' da noise!"<< Snarler protested thinking Bomb Burst meant him.

He went back to trying to suss out the exact location of all the mechs but before he could, the transmission from Scorponok with Logicor's approximate location came through. He grunted in displeasure this time, raising his head.

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>>"Not the big giant footsteps, noise..."<< Bomb Burst growled back to Snarler as he also received the transmission. >>"Though with all that clatter, you're​ drowned out."<<

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Nightbird pulled out her null Ray rifle as Skullgrin and Snarler clanked their way to them.all four could agree that at least at first, distance would be best until they assessed the situation. And of the two stealthier members of the group, she had the most range with the sniper rifle.

Slowly the group advanced onto the position given in the coordinates. Though unfortunately they were not quiet with the heavily armored Skullgrin and Snarler, they were as quiet as they could possibly be.

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Amphitheatre

Bludgeon watched silently as Scorponok's rage let out on Fortress Maximus. He stood perfectly silently, in fact, not even his face plate giving away his thoughts, simply a vestige of stoic aloofness.

>>"How close did you get to finding him on your own?"<< He silently sent to his team.


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Corridors

Snarler looked around without pausing when Bludgeon's question came through. >>"Dey just around da corner, Chief."<< He sent back.

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Amphitheatre

Satisfied with Snarler's response, Bludgeon's​attention turned to the enranged Scorponok."I will join my crew." He simply said, not at all expecting a response from their leader.

Garrus-9--Corridors

As the hulking footsteps grew steadily louder, it was not long before the oversized form of Logicor rounded the corner and approached the door where he and Monstructor had previously been standing sentinel. In Monstructor's place, however, were an assortment of mechanoids. Some of them were immediately scanned and identified as Monstructor's component parts. But there were also others.

Logicor stood, analyzing the assembly of Cybertronians, assessing their threat levels and running his own countermeasures against that of what his creator intended.

"Directives in place. 'Preserve--for the future'," Logicor stated as he continued to scan the various mechs.

"Directive......illogical. Internal override activated. Formulate countermeasures," he continued, as a minigun emerged from his lower right arm compartment and other support cannons and blasters likewise emerged.

"Engage countermeasures," he said finally, before his body began to essentially erupt in weapons fire.

Amphitheatre

Phobos lay helpless in silent pain. He tried to ignore the pain but he had never experienced being in mid-transformation before. As soon as the EMP turned off, Phobos transformed back into robot mode and relief swept over his body. He wished that something exciting would happen like an assassination mission or one of the team members randomly dropping dead, his time here had so far been uneventful. Phobos walked back to his group and overheard something about Snarler having some bot's scent, Nightbird signalled him to follow her and he complied. They walked into the corridors and Snarler snorted directions over the comms, they were trying to find something but Phobos didn't know what. Phobos then suddenly felt the ground shake, he drew his sword, waiting for something to happen. Phobos then received a transmission from Scorponok with an approximate location of a bot called Logicor, maybe that was what or who they were looking for. He followed the group to the coordinates.

Garrus 9 – Corridors

"Let's put the big guy in his place,"

”That’s the goal. Won’t be easy.” Apeface spoke up, peeking over the corner to see how close the sound of all the ruckus was. The answer was way too close. Slag, slag, slage. He could already see the giant approaching.

”Fall back, fall back!” Apeface barked out commands to the others, ”Stormwrecker! Snapdragon! We need cover! Make us some!”

True to his own command, Apeface fired several well placed shots with Treadshot’s demagnetizer rifle into the walls and roof of the corridor they were located in. The nature of the weapon in his possession was not as direct as he would have liked right now but it served its purpose. The blasts weakened the structural integrity of most metals it hit, making them easier to damage by other type of weapons, particularly explosives or anything else causing an impact – kinetic or pressure.

”Turn those cracked slabs into rubble! We need something in between us and that giant!” Apeface shouted, planted a tripmine into the corner of the wall and began to falling back himself given Logicor was about to reach his vantage position.

"Directives in place. 'Preserve--for the future',"

And there it was. Towering over them. Scanning. Jhiaxus’ newest monster. The only good thing about the whole thing was that it was working slow. Like really slow. It reminded Apeface of the meticulousness of the Technobot Nosecone. He was probably the reason for that too. At least it bought them time.

”Yeah, well. Nice seeing you too,” Apeface smirked at the giant combiner and put his saboteur’s arsenal to use by throwing a smoke grenade ats Logicor’s face in hopes of making it more difficult for the giant to pick up targets. It wasn’t like they were going to have trouble to hit something that big through a smoke barrier after all.

"Directive......illogical. Internal override activated. Formulate countermeasures,"

Slag. Slag. Slag. That was Scattershot’s and Afterburner’s influence somewhere within the giant’s mind. Had to be. Rebellion against Jhiaxus’ directives and deep rooted hatred towards the Decepticons. The others needed to act now before it was too late. He sure hoped Snapdragon would use his gyro-guns to affect the giants balance pretty much now without him telling his long time partner in crime.

”This is not time to freeze up like some fresh forged protoforms, act you idiots!” Apeface roared, shoving Stormwrecker away from him while firing few shots towards where Logicor’s face had been last time he had seen it. It wasn’t like that was going to get through the giants integrity field but at least it was going to weaken it some.

"Engage countermeasures."

Frag. Apeface could hear the giant’s weapon systems activating even if he didn’t see them. And while he hoped Logicor had lost the sight of them and just planned to open fire at them blindly, he couldn’t count on it. Putting his shield between himself and the combiner, Apeface braced for the impact.

Impact that never came as Logicor’s weapon fire went off their position due to an impact of a collision affecting the combiner’s balance just enough to save them from the intended barrage.

The missed hail of weapon fire was followed by an audio receptor rattling roar of pain from Logicor due to damage caused to him somehow. Apeface switched position while scrolling through optical modes in hopes of catching a glimpse of who was attacking the combiner through all the smoke. It took few astroseconds but there it was. A large, bulky Decepticon had jumped on Logicor’s back and was practically tearing the back of the combiner’s helmet apart with his bare hands in a berserker fury.

The Terrorcon.

Hun-Gurrr.

Garrus 9 – Corridors:

Slugslinger. Always a coward. Heh, funny. He never did change, did he?

Triggerhappy decided to ignore Slugslinger for a little while. He was proving himself to be less and less useful to Triggerhappy. The crazed mech was just starting to regain his old sense of balance again in his mind, and Slugslinger was becoming less of a necessity. Triggerhappy was now starting to be able to control his "glitch".

"Suit yourself, friend," grunted Triggerhappy simply.

Then, things started to happen. Logicor was on his way. "Oh dear, my my my, here comes one; or some, of the spawns of this treacherous traitor. Synapse, I would recommend finding um, some much needed cover, friend."

”This is not time to freeze up like some fresh forged protoforms, act you idiots!” Apeface roared...

"But of course, Apeface."

"Engage countermeasures."

Cute.

Triggerhappy ran into the smoke that Apeface had made with the smoke grenade. The crazed gunner's optics once again turned from red to yellow.

"HEYA BIGGUY! HAHA!" Shouted Triggerhappy as he drew his guns speedily and began to fire repeatedly as he began to fly and swirl around Logicor's head, which was already being messed with by Hun-Gurrr. "I DEEM YE BLIND!" Yelled Triggerhappy as he proceeded to try and fire towards the giant's optics, which were a huge moving target.

"UH, he- he's gonna get himself killed!" muttered Slugslinger as he backed up and proceeded to fire at the slabs Apeface had pointed to. As one fell he backed up further and pulled his sniper rifle out and began aiming through the smoke. Scared, Slugslinger almost forgot how to function in combat. If Slugslinger sensed anything was about to fly towards him, he was going to transform and fly off like there was no tomorrow.

ctrlFrequency wrote:Garrius-9--The Mines

"Ugh..." Acid Storm muttered as Ion Storm growled at him.

He couldn't blame his brother though, Seekers did not do well in close spaces, so he let go of any retort he might be tempted to make and hurried after Ion Storm.

"Stormy..." He began, sternly but softly, but abruptly stopped when he realized Stormy was listening in to a conversation.

Garrius-9--Near Primary Mineshaft

Ion Storm heard Acid sternly talking to him. He slightly looked over at him and replied quietly, "What do you want, Green bean?"

While waiting for a response, he turned his attention back to the group of Autobots and Decepticons standing next to each other and chit-chatting. He shook his head and slightly made his presence known by walking away from his hiding spot and speaking to the group.

"What is this? Autobots and Decepticons standing around and next to each other and chit-chatting!? Shouldn't you watch your backs while we are in a mine!? For all we know, someone could something like this..." He flung a lightning bolt out of his right hand and sent it slightly over their heads and towards the wall.

Garrus-9--Near Primary Mineshaft

"You," was the oversized Insecticon's response to the entrepreneur's sudden arrival. He didn't know they made Insecticons that big. Or monstery-looking. Granted, there was Scorponok, but Goldrush was certainly not going to call him an Insecticon. He simply said nothing to further agitate this "Hardshell" while the fates of the Autobots present were likely being decided.

"What is this? Autobots and Decepticons standing around and next to each other and chit-chatting!? Shouldn't you watch your backs while we are in a mine!? For all we know, someone could something like this..."

Goldrush turned to look at the new voice. Seeker. Seekers, rather. Fantastic. They were never known to make a situation worse, were they?

"Yes. You just missed high tea. We're on to discussions of the effect of castes in the pre-Golden Age."

Garrus 9 - Amphitheater.

Chopshop was one of the first into action after his Commander Skorpnock had given orders. returning to the bridge of "King Scorpion" he had to steady himself, least he loose himself to the rage that had washed over him at behest of Scorpnocks.

He ordered the "Iron Stag" to pick up the wounded and dieing, and any remaining teams of Chopshops on the ground to raid medical supply's and strip anything of value for the prison before evac. Shuttles containing heist teams began falling from the sky hungry for loot and a chance to pick over the dead.

The King Scorpions sensors reached out, searching for combiner prey, as it lurked hungrily in the air over the Garrus 9 prison.

"Brood father Chopshop, we have... unusual Autobot signatures on the prey scanner."

A taste like burning iron rose in Chopshops mouth, his hands began to shake, he felt the rage again.

"Is it the combiner?" He glowered.

The Chopshop hesitated, his commander was usually quite jovial even on a mission.

"Yessir, we're getting massive energy spikes from this section of the prison," he saluted a sloppy Chopshop salute.

Brood Father Chopshop gave the orders coldly, trying to hold back his rage and keep a cool head.

"Direct all power to weapons, bring us in range over the combiner."

The disfigured Autobot ship vibrated as massive laser cannons began to spool up, the infernal dirge of the Chopshops rose as if responding to there commanders rage. Chopshop fought to maintain calm,

"These children play at war, we will bring them a war!" Red obscured the Broodfathers vision, his head began to pound. "DESTROY IT!!! LEAVE NOTHING BEHIND!!!" He bellowed.

The King Scorpion hung in the air serenely, a shimmering haze began to form around it as its weapons systems prepared to fire.

Near Primary Mine Shaft

Acid Storm's optics flickered at Ion Storm calling him Green Bean, h refrained from fussing though, it would do no good with Ion Storm.

As his trine-mate's attention turned to the Decepticons and Autobots getting cozy a short distance in front of them, he couldn't help wonder the same thing as Ion Storm was... However, he was not about to-slag... Stormy was living up to his nickname and setting the lightning on them.

Acid couldn't stop Stormy from sending the electric bolts, he didn't react quickly enough as the bolts shot above the group's heads.

"Stormy!" He finally said. "Careful, we don't know what's in this rock."

King Scorpion--Bridge

Without warning, Reflector's neutral visage appeared on the bridge of the shuttle that had been procured by some of the Insecticons.

>>"Chop Shop, the Semper Tyrannis has detected your weapons systems powering up. Disengage immediately. Forces are en route to subdue the combiner Logicor. The mission is to reacquire, not exterminate. We do not need our forces suffering any additional casualties than what we have already sustained during this campaign. You will comply at once."<<

Garrus 9 - Corridors

Snapdragon didn't need to be told twice, the reptilian Horrorcon lifted both his pistols and began to open fire at the structuring around Logicor's massive frame. The interceptor kept taking steps back slowly as crimson bolts escaped his weapons. When he found a nice little cubby-hole in the debris, Snapdragon took cover but continued to fire off at Jhiaxus' monster.

"Let'im die trying then!" Snapdragon yelled over the roar of combat as his audio receptor's picked up on Slugslinger's worry, "Now quit your glitchin' and get your aft into gear! Shoot at the damn thing!"

Something then caught the gestalt off its barrage after declaring it was deploying countermeasures. Snapdragon looked over to Apeface to see if he managed to do achieve something or to find the more simian of the Horrorcon duo also looking up with his shield drawn. Looking back up to Logicor, Snapdragon took note of the white figure trying to tear into the gestalts helmet.

"That slag-spewing beast," the interceptor noted almost in awe, "He gave us an opening! Run or gun!" Shifting into his jet mode, the black and white Horrorcon hovered above and began to rain down upon the Technobot gestalt with everything within his arsenal.

Garrus 9 - Mines

So Scorponok and co where back up and running, which means their options were beginning to thin. Every trump card Brainstorm tried to throw was shot down without even a second thought. His options now were stretched to a breaking point, which means he was beginning to entertain the worst of his current dozen plans.

"Then throw us at it." Brainstorm said, finally breaking his silence.

"What the WHAAAT now?!" Whirl exclaimed, his singular optic flickered wildly.

"We're hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned. We're either another asset and another tick mark on Scorponok's to-kill list, another fuel pump for him to feed, or we go out there and fight that thing head-on. We stand here, with the Decepticons right now trying to stop that thing and its creator from escaping this facility and die trying or we get left for 'Cons to kill us later." Brainstorm paused in his thought and turned to face Sparkstalker and Hardshell. "We're just a liability. Throw us in the frontlines, lets us take point in trying to stop this combiner. He either kills us before your comrades, or you're all stuck waiting to off us at a later time."

Whirl was almost shocked, but it sounds like the brainiac had reached his breaking point. Brainstorm almost sounded like himself for a moment there. Still, trying to off a couple cons and die trying was always a better way to go than being stuck in another set of cuffs or a cell. Imagine the glory in taking down the second combiner in history... His optic flickered a bit more before he turned towards the Decepticons to see their reaction. "Well?"

Garrus-9 – Corridors

Having received somewhat panicked word from his subordinates that they’d found Logicor, Snaptrap broke out into a full sprint, signaling the others of his team to follow. Apparently, the rest of his team were in the tender mercies of the Horrorcons, which did not reassure Snaptrap to any degree that his team would survive their encounter with that scientist’s Autobot monstrosity. The only thing for it was to move fast.


Before Slog could even interject at Apeface’s rough treatment of one of his own, heavy footfalls shook the facility. All of them knew what that meant. And as the hulking behemoth came into view, Slog’s spark ran cold. He finally knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a colossal monster’s rampage. It was not a pleasant feeling.

Grabbing the Monstercons that he could and ushering them toward cover, he fell back to Apeface’s position even as the situation grew direr. Thankfully, someone appeared to help them. A mech that seemed to be fury incarnate latched itself onto the back of Logicor and began to tear away at him like some sort of beast.

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.”

“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.”

Slog grimaced and fired on Logicor, knowing what that solution entailed. It meant they were back to square one with their only solution being to fight Logicor. And somehow win.

“Great! Was hoping for a little more than just beat it till it falls down, but you know,” Skalor grumbled as he also fired on Logicor, taking more than a little care to avoid accidentally firing on Hun-Grr. He didn’t particularly fancy reliving behind back-handed into a wall. Not this cycle at least. “What in pit?!” he growled out as something brown flew past him.

That brown thing was in fact Synapse in his rarely seen alternate form, which was avian in origin. He soared forward toward Logicor, flapping his wings frantically. He transformed midair to throw himself at Triggerhappy who, for all intents and purposes in Synapse’s mind, had gone off to kill himself. He aimed to tackle his patient to the ground, but somehow, he got stuck for an instant mid-transformation. This threw him drastically off course, sailing past Triggerhappy and sliding to a stop near Logicor’s feet.

“Triggerhappy, you mustn’t!” he shouted frantically as he tried to organize his tangle of limbs into a standing position. “Come back to cover and fight from there! Please! I won’t allow you to kill yourself!”

CRUNCH!

“AH!” Synapse squeaked, jumping away from Logicor’s foot, believing that something had crunched him for the briefest of moments. But it was the Terrorcon Blot. He had followed his master, rising from his pile of rubble obediently. Now, the master was attacking this huge thing, and Blot would help. He had bit down as hard as he could on the combiner’s ankle. Now, Blot tugged and shook his head trying to tear it apart.

From behind him, more Decepticons arrived. The first among them was Snaptrap who, upon seeing Logicor, transformed and fired off several volleys from his cannons at Logicor’s back, taking some care to avoid Hun-Grr.

Bridge of the King Scorpion

>>"Chop Shop, the Semper Tyrannis has detected your weapons systems powering up. Disengage immediately. Forces are en route to subdue the combiner Logicor. The mission is to reacquire, not exterminate. We do not need our forces suffering any additional casualties than what we have already sustained during this campaign. You will comply at once."<<

"Bah command never lets us 'ave any fun... power down weapons and pull the ship back to a safe distance, and prepare for evac." Growls Chopshop drawing his disruptor spear.

Im going to deal with this personally.

The other Chopshops look at him confused for a second but accept his orders.

Garrus-9 – Corridors

Chopshop flew down to were his fellow Decepticons engaged with Logicor, using cover to mask his advance, trying to stay out of its peripherals, knowing that if he could sneak up on it, he may have some chance to deal damage or aid his fellow Decepticons.

Corridors Near Logicor's position

Bludgeon's Crew, minus Bludgeon still, continued moving towards the provided coordinates. The assassins rounding a corner first, now able to see down to where the combiner stood, finding themselves a short clip behind Apeface, just as the Horrorcon was shooting down slabs to make cover.

More began to move into their line of sight, at least they knew someone else was there.

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>>"Apeface, Snapdragon, Slugslinger, reenforcements behind you."<< Bomb Burst's voice came calmly over the comms through the near deafening battle noise as their fellow Decepticons began backing up towards for cover.

He stopped Nightbird and Phobos, raising his hand in a 'hold' gesture to stop the small group of assassins.

Switching to the Crew's comms so not to clutter the comms with their chatter, he turned to look to at the rest. >>"Best to move as a group.<< He said as he turned back to look at the small group ahead... Which had suddenly multiplied. >>"Slag. They multiplied... We've got a number of Decepticons between us and that thing."<<

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Skullgrin and Snarler moved quickly up to join the assassins, and the group began moving more quickly towards the rest of the Decepticons

Amphitheatre to Corridors

Bludgeon left the amphitheatre and began following the given coordinates. As he moved quickly through the corridors, he listened into the comm channels to get a feel for what was going on.

>>"Snarler, move to assist the already present Decepticons. Skullgrin, monitor the situation while Snarler does his job."<<

Corridors near Logicor's Position

Snarler smiled inwardly, but paused just a brief moment before following orders.

"Dere's someone behind us and not da Cheif." He said then lept into motion, bounding into the fray, or at least joining the already present Decepticons.

He transformed into robot mode as he reached them, bring around his rotary cannon. Setting the fuses on the shells on a delay of a few cliks, he fired several at Logicor's feet. Before switching his aim towards Logicor's head.

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Nightbird had her null ray scope trained on Logicor's cranial unit. However, Hun-Gurr was climbed up Logicor and beating on the combiner's processors.

The Terrocon could probably do more damage than her right now.

>>Hun-Gurr on that thing's head."<< She announced to the Crew.

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Snarler grunted angrily at Nightbird's announcement about Hun-Gurr. He refrained from shooting off anymore explosive shells and the ones already at the combiner's feet were detonating.

They couldn't cause much damage to Logicor, especially his feet, but his hope was for distraction anyhow.

Garrus-9--Hangar

As Cyclonus entered the hangar, followed by several Sweeps, he saw that two of the evacuation shuttles had already landed and more were descending from the Decepticon warships overhead.

"Get the injured to those shuttles," Cyclonus commanded. The Sweeps in his vicinity nodded and bowed before scattering in different directions to continue transferring any wounded Decepticons to their next destination.
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Amphitheater

When Scorponok proceeded to pummel his chest and smash one of his legs, Fortress Maximus was surprised how little pain he actually felt in relation to the actual damage he had sustained. He supposed he had sustained so much damage already that his body was more or less incapable of feeling much more.

"You.....won. Not much...more...I can do.....now. I told you....to kill me......you didn't. My only remaining.....function....is try and....preserve....the lives of.....my subordinates," Maximus said, straining to get out everything he wanted to say before he either went into involuntary stasis lock again or Scorponok put him there.

"But.....I'm in no....position....to do even that....." he sighed, his voice trailing off weakly.
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Mines

When Snaptrap had said transmitted the whole of Scorponok's orders to his team. A hunt. Delightful. Tentakil hadn't been able to hunt anything since he feasted on that unfortunate miner.

Knowing his commander, Snaptrap would surely be in almost a dead sprint towards the given coordinates, eager to satisfy his lord's orders....especially when those orders allowed for butchering something. Tentakil quickly decided he needed to make haste also.

"Well, you were good company," Tentakil said as he plucked one remaining pink-glowing wire from the husk of the miner he had befriended and consumed. "For about a breem or so."

Sucking the remaining energon out of the hose, Tentakil disappeared into the shadows and made haste to rendezvous with his commander above.

Garrus-9 – Near Primary Mineshaft

When a new face appeared, the plot only thickened further, and Hardshell seemed intent on shoveling the responsibility for this decision onto him. Well, naturally, as he was the most intelligent Decepticon present, but nevertheless! If he chose poorly, it would reflect very directly back onto him. He wasn’t sure that he wished to inspire Lord Scorponok’s ire.

Crossing his arms, Sparkstalker agonized over the decision when yet more visitors decided to come to greet them. Primus, it was beginning to be a bit of a show, wasn’t it? At least it wasn’t more escaped prisoners. Just a couple of Seekers. Ion Storm and Acid Storm? Maybe. They all looked so similar to Sparkstalker.

“Enough!” Sparkstalker snapped to both Goldrush and Ion Storm who had begun light bickering. “We’ve no time for this!”

Sparkstalker snapped his gaze back to the recaptured Autobots prisoners, listening to their last bid impatiently. “Fine, fine,” he agreed waving dismissively, “Die in the Decepticons’ stead. It is a deal.” He looked to Ion Storm and Acid Storm briefly. “You two best come along as well. I don’t know if you’ve received the latest orders, but I’d surmise they might enjoy some reinforcements.”

Hopefully, they won’t require we step in by that point… Sparkstalker thought to himself idly before nodding to Hardshell and pressing on into the prison.

The Garrius--Near Primary Mineshaft

Ion Storm heard Goldrush's response in regards to what he said about the group standing around along with Sparkspalker's protest about their light bickering. He just crossed his arms and gave a snarky response back.

"Oh really?? That is not what I heard from the little messengers on the mine's walls."

Then he heard a very familiar voice on the other side of him. "Well, well Acid...you just had to make your presence known and not in a very good way. That is so out of character for you, shadow-loving seeker."

While waiting for Acid Storm's response to what he said about making his presence, which he knows that Acid Storm fully dislikes, he saw Sparkstalker looking at the two of them. He also heard what Sparkstalker said to the both of them.

"Uh...no one really us anything since someone here..." He thumbed towards Acid Storm. "...always believed that it was a good idea to keep his trine obscure." He paused a bit and looked back at Acid Storm. "What do you think ol' fearless leader? Shall we go along with them?"

Garrus-9--Near Primary Mineshaft

"Oh really?? That is not what I heard from the little messengers on the mine's walls."

Goldrush simply smirked, a reaction that would go mostly unappreciated since a good portion of his face was covered by a faceplate.

"I can only imagine what you think you heard. Seekers are always known for their impressive attention to detail and honesty, aren't they?" the modified construction-mech said before Sparkstalker interjected, giving him a mild startle.

“Enough! We’ve no time for this!”

Goldrush held up his hands in mock-surrender, indicating he wouldn't say anything further. It seemed that the current crop of Autobots were to be granted the stay of execution that Goldrush had advocated for. It was good to see some threads of common sense still wove their way through the Decepticon ranks.

Content to move on and keep moving until he was off this dead-end moon entirely, Goldrush followed after Sparkstalker, but still keeping a respectable distance behind.
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At Sparkstalker's words, Pointblank heaved a major sigh of relief. Remaining functional was all that really mattered at this point. That and getting out of that Primus-forsaken mine. He wasn't even the claustrophobic type and it had been getting to him.

Granted, he had no idea what Sparkstalker meant by "die in their stead", but it couldn't be any worse than facing summary execution right here and now. At least this way, they had a fighting chance. That's all Pointblank really needed.

Near the Primary Mineshaft

A slight frown etched across Acid Storm's faceplace at Ion Storm's words about him revealing himself.

"Sometimes it is necessary." He responded softly but obviously irritated.

But at the suggestion to follow, Acid hesitated. He was of a like mind as Stormy when it came to staying away from the lime light. They had gotten the message from Scorponok about moving to Logicor's coordinants, but that didn't mean that was where these guys were going.

"Where are they going, Stormy?" He finally asked.

[b]Garrus 9 - Amphitheater[/b]

"Fourty two" Gasped Mindwipe, he looked around too see if anyone was there or if anyone had heard him.
His initial struggle against the device had thrown him clear of the main group, he was relatively alone now. He heard voices, real voices, not the ones in his head.

Mindwipe heard Skorpnock, he was saying something to a prone Fortress Maximuss. Mindwipe backed away slowly, the spirits whispered to him. This was no were he was supposed to be, or was that his comlink.

Mindwipe transformed and took to the air, he brought up his tactical HUD. Mission and coordinates already issued by Skorpnok. He cursed his prolonged down time and put it down to a glitch in timespace.

Garrus 9 - Corridors

Decepticon forces already engaged Logicor, Mindwipe took this as an opportunity to take cover and assess the situation, perhaps hypnotizing the target would be the best course of action, the combiner would crush him in an instant and he was sure of that. He made his way to a group of fellow Decepticons engaged in the front lines,

"Greetings Brothers"

Garrus-9 Corridors:

As Mindwipe showed up, Slugslinger glanced over to the bat. The nutcase then dumbly said,

"Hello brothers."

Slugslinger nervously plastered a fake grin on his face and said, "Well? Go up there and hypnotize this thing- 'brother'!"

Slugslinger then continued to fire as he jumped away from the barricade he was behind to a new one made by someone else.

OOC: My last Triggerhappy post I deleted for plot issues. This is a new post to replace that one. Just FYI.


Corridors:

"Triggerappy! You musn't!"

Triggerhappy heard Synapse's voice clear as day. He knew though that if he stopped now he would die more likely from being shot in the back. Better to fight and die than retreat and die. Then again, Triggerhappy suddenly felt more and more fearful of death. No, no, he suddenly was feeling his mind returning back to him. Suddenly... He realized. He was starting to regain clearer vision. No longer did he feel cold. It was odd. Suddenly, he felt like he wasn't fighting himself anymore.

A headache started to overtake Triggerhappy however, and it started to get so bad that he needed to retreat back carefully but speedily to recover.

As Triggerhappy landed beside Slugslinger who was behind his barricade, Triggerhappy yelled, "I gots me a HORRIBL HEADACHE!"

Slugslinger tried to ignore Triggerhappy's complaint and just shouted, "Keep firing, you lugnut!"

"Course dood! HEHAHA!" Replied Triggerhappy.

Triggerhappy wondered though, what the heck did Slugslinger inject me with?

Then Triggerhappy saw Synapse in his plight. He yelled, "NO! Not by new BUDDY! Shtawp!" Triggerhappy jumped and weaved over to where Synapse had fallen, and realized the weird alt mode Synapse had.

"Wut in the... Comon! Lezgo!"

Corridors

Bomb Burst and Skullgrin both had raised weapons when Mindwipe appeared, prepared to shoot on case of Autobot. Lowering their weapons upon recognition, they watched silently as Mindwipe passed by and headed for the Decepticons closer to the action, Bomb Burst shrugged slightly.

--

"Getting crowded in here." Skullgrin remarked as he reevaluated his plan of attack to take on consideration another friendly.

--

Bomb Burst nodded slightly in agreement.

--

"Master Bludgeon is almost here." Nightbird announced, muting her comm after receiving the message from their commander.


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"Phobos.." Bomb Burst finally spoke. "Go on up with the others and get some intell on that thing. Get in as close as you can without getting trampled. Watch it and see what it does so we know how to attack it. Nightbird, after Master Bludgeon arrives, recon down the corridor, make sure no one sneaks up on us."


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"Master Bludgeon's here." Nightbird announced just a moment before Bludgeon came in sight.

--

Bludgeon stopped once he reached the group, but his attention was down with the other Decepticons and Logicor.

With a slight motion for Skullgrin, Nightbird, and Bomb Burst to follow, and for Phobos to go ahead with Bomb Burst's orders, he started down to join the other Decepticons.

The random fire from Logicor, and the retirn fire from the assembled Decepticons seemed not to phase the group, especially the notoriously calm Bludgeon. Making sure to be out of the line of fire, he addressed the group.

"What's going on?"

Corridors

Logicor discharged the majority of the weapons systems he had available until he could properly calculate the scope of the threat against him and organize a more strategic response. As the gestalt was proceeding to scan everyone in his immediate vicinity, he felt a sizeable weight clamp itself down into his back and upper shoulder joints. That did not compute.

Logicor started to lean forward, ready to flip the assailant over or smash it into the forward wall, but a cascade of blaster fire from different directions sent his sensors reeling.

Staggering back, one missed step caused an explosion at the combiner's feet that reverberated up through his entire body. Even so, he felt the weight of the mech drop off of his back. His right foot engulfed in flames, Logicor swung and missed a flyer who got dangerously close to his upper torso. His oversized fist slammed into and started to collapse a nearby wall.

"Calculating," Logicor grumbled, as his sensors began to take in an increasing number of arriving mechanoids. "Alternate countermasures authorized."

And just like that, a series of heat-seeking missiles snaked their way out of Logicor's back and into the air, fanning out in multiple directions.