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Autobase Nu ~ Medbay

Slowly sitting up, feeling a lot better than he anticipated, Archangel nodded in response to Minerva, before the fembot took her rather unsteady leave of the area. Back in a sitting position, the young Medic watched Minerva work quickly on Silverbolt before heading off to see to the resident guardian, who by the sounds of things, was back from his trip to Polyhex. Again, his fellow Medic looked to be some way short of her normal self, but Archangel knew he had little say in the matter at the moment, aside from the fact that she was the ranking medical practioner in Nova Cronum, he was still readjusting after his run-in with Clench.

Pushing off the table he'd been laying on, Archangel slowly took a few steps forward, and once content that he wasn't about to collapse in a heap, took some more steps forward and began looking round the Medbay to see who was left. Unsurprisingly to him, the only one who needed attention was his own personal shadow, or Orpheus as he was known. The young warrior looked to have some serious damage to his arm, along with the usual set of minor injuries he seemed to have on a permanent basis, it looked like it was going to be the standard repair job.

"Why the worried look Orph?.." Archangel began as he approached the black 'Bot, knowing that he was as concerned as he could possibly be "..I'm fine, Minerva did a great job fixing me up, I'm good as new, and before you say anything, don't. Just sit down on this table and let me fix you up" The young medic smiled as he approached his longtime friend and pushed him back onto the table. Orpheus didn't resist, the young warrior just smiled as relief washed over him, both at Archangel being OK, and at him getting fixed up.

Calling over one of the drones with a standard set of repair tools, Archangel set to work on his friend's arm, conveniently forgetting that he was told to take a stint in CR, and that he was to proceed to help Minerva once that was taken care of. As he worked, he could hear Brewer call Minerva back, the fembot returning moments later looking, and sounding, even worse than she did just moments before. For the time being, the young medic was content to just observe as he worked, he trusted Brewer's judgement, the young S&R 'Bot had proven that he had a very level head on young shoulders several times, and he would back him to convince Minerva to take some of her own advice and take a break. That being said, if the femme was as stubborn as he was, Archangel knew he may have to assist Brewer in getting the point across to her, after all, 2 voices of reason were always better than 1.


His repairs finished with, and the medic who carried them out already departed, Silverbolt knew that he had time to make up for. Pushing himself back to a standing position, he was quietly relieved to not feel like he was about to topple over anytime soon. As he began to march out the Medbay, offering a nod to all those guarding the exit, the Aerialbot Commander opened up a commlink to his second in command.

>>Skydive, Silverbolt. I have just left the medbay, where are you?<<

Skydive, to his credit, had decided not to tell the others that Silverbolt had been in the medbay recieving treatment. Instead, he'd taken his fellow Aerialbots to the nearest hangar bay for a quick break and a recharge, while waiting to hear from his team leader.

>>We are presently in the main hangar bay awaiting your return Sir. We're all refuelled and ready to resume air patrols over the Maximus Line..<<

The Aerialbot Strategist paused as he checked to make sure it was a secure link that only involved he and Silverbolt

>>..I hope that whatever injury you may have had is now no longer a problem Silverbolt, I hope you don't mind, Springer contacted me and filled me in earlier<<

His course changing as he marched through the myriad of corridors that made up Autobase Nu, Silverbolt smiled as he heard Skydive's return message.

>>Not at all Skydive. Rest assured, I'm back at 100% and ready to link up with you all. Let the others know I'll be there shortly, Silverbolt out<<

Maximus Line: Crash Site

Devcon shifted his stance a little while he waited facing the direction he had heard the engine coming from. Scratch that, make it the direction he had heard the engines coming from. Whoever it was had someone with them, as they got closer he could tell there was more then one individual approaching.

The blue Autobot decided not to bother with aiming his plasma blaster in the vicinity of his visitors. From the direction they were approaching from he highly doubted that they were ‘Cons. More than likely it was simply an Autobot patrol coming round to check him out since he had doubtless shown up on radar as he entered the atmosphere and landed.

Not a few astroseconds later, his assumptions were proven correct when two transformers crept out of the rubble.

Devcon smiled slightly as Kup addressed him, “Not at the moment Kup. I just finished cleaning up some disgusting, Decepticon excuse for spare parts and am in need of someone new to show the error of their ways.”

His attention shifted to Topspin when the warrior came striding up to him.

“If I had known there was going to be a free party, I would have made sure I arrived sooner. Sadly however, I think my invitation got lost somewhere in subspace. A pity really,” Devcon said in a faintly amused tone of voice.

As he finished speaking, yet another Autobot came rolling into the torn up landscape and joined them. The newcomer transformed and began chatting with Kup. Devcon leaned back against a large piece of shrapnel, jutting out of the ground and listened to them discuss current events. It had been a long time since he had been back on his home planet and he had was sorely out of the loop when it came to the current state of affairs.

Autobase Nu - Medbay

Minerva let out an exasperated sigh. She was sick to the circuits of everyone telling her that she needed to rest, when they knew full well she couldn’t. besides, she wasn’t in that bad shape at them moment, now she thought of it she felt fine.

‘I don’t need rest Brewer, if Prowl convince me otherwise, then there is no way that your going to be able to. All I’ve got left to do now is fix Omega, then I’ll shut down for as long as I feel like. So stop trying to tell me I need rest!’

Angry now Minerva turned and sharply marched toward the door straight towards Broadside and Forte, putting on the greatest effort to walk in a straight line, and achieving what she thought was reasonable success.

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Broadside listened to the smaller mech’s decision. He didn’t have a problem with Forte’s choice; in fact he admired her dedication to her duty.
‘If that’s what you want to do Forte then it’s fine by me. But if you do change your mind I’ll cover for you. Besides, it looks like everyone’s patched up.’

Broadside looked into the med bay again in time to see Minerva meandering her way towards them, a determined look on her face.

‘Heads up Forte.’ Broadside said to the femme. ‘Head medic or not, that one is going nowhere except a CR chamber’

Crash Site

‘Well I tell ya Dev, you’ve missed a lot. Mind you so have I. There was a huge push against Polyhex a while back now, but Decepticon counter attacks have quickly forced us back on the defensive. Hopefully high command is planning to do something about that. Nothing like a good fight is there?’

Topspin looked around, and then turned his attention to Kup and the other new arrival, Nova Strike. Topspin thought it best he left them to whatever they were talking about. If Devcon wanted something to occupy him, Topspin felt if he just hung around for a bit there’d be plenty to do.

Autobase Nu - Medical Facilities

The Head-Medic fembot someone shocked Brewer. He definately wasn't expecting such a counter attack from her. "But... ah.. Minerva," the green S&R Specialist wasn't sure what to do. He did follow close behind, seeing her stumble quite a bit, and was ready to catch her if she were to fall.

Forte looked in the direction Broadside spoke of and noticed Minerva walking dizzily toward them. Rather or not the higher ranking fembot had given Forte the order to watch the door, a duty was a duty and she understood that very well. Inhailing deeply, the lavendar femme got herself as mental and physically ready as she could to hold Minerva back.

Corridor
As Springer made his way down the corridor he suddenly remembered a strange trinket he had found after defeating a rather imposing dark con in the Sonic Canyons. Pulling it out he paused in mid step. The wrecker turned the object over gently in his fingers. He ran his finger over a shiny button like object on its black surface. In doing so the object activated. A series of holograms played across the top of the object. The subject was female Decepticon. She was midnight blue with a silver face and accents. Her wings looked sharp and her stance commanding, but her overall design appeared to have an attractive intent.
He mulled the object over, her upper torso reminded him of Arcee’s mold. Springer spoke to himself.

“If she wasn’t so scrappin creepy she could be kind of attractive. But I bet two to one she’s nuts. All them seekers are nuts.”

He deactivated the hologram and returned it to his storage compartment. He had been impressed with his adversary that day. The black con had put up a good fight.

Maximus Line - Crash Site

"Well, you shouldn't have too much trouble finding some fresh quarry," Kup told Devcon. "We just had a Decepticon incursion from Tyrest not long ago, and before that we pushed into Polyhex. We pounded the 'Cons pretty good, but not good enough to take Polyhex itself. That slaggin' Tower of Shockwave's just stands up there, looking about as permanent as the moons and the stars."

The veteran shook his head. All these thousands and thousands of vorns and we're still in a stalemate. I guess we keep going 'til we run out of energon again. But what's the alternative?

"Prowl's holding things down in Nova Cronum these cycles. I'm sure we could use an extra set of hands if you're interested." Kup knew the bounty hunter tended to act alone, but the offer was worth making. Not every cycle an elite warrior drops onto your doorstep - literally.

Maximus Line: Crash Site

Nova Strike positioned himself so he could look out across the borderlands towards the tower of Polyhex in the south. He had never actually been there, but tales had always placed it as one of the more impregnable fortresses of Cybertron, at some point the big blue gunner would love to prove that wrong. Once he was done with his own little day dream and looked back over at Devcon and Kup as the two old friends caught up, if you could call it that.

"I'd think an extra plasma cannon would do just as well as an extra set of hands." He commented on the fly as he leaned up against a piece of slag. His arms crossed over his chest as he pressed even more weight backwards until he had reached a comfortable equalibrium. "To top it all off, while Nova Cronum's been a nice little punching bag, Tagan got gutted like a Seacon and fried like an well you get the idea. And to complete the set we're stuck playing nursemech to the line until we get Prowl to authorize some new Patrols."

The warrior shrugged his shoulders a tad impatiently. Being a soldier, Nova was designed to fight on the front through the thickest of adversaries to complete his objectives. Indeed he could sympathize with Topspin and his brother Twin Twist. And like them he hated being on the sidelines, even if he was the commander of a small squad. Still he had learned patience enough to know that there were times and places for such aggressions. "I don't exactly know about the three of you, but Bunker 23 is a few kliks from here. Better place to plan and plot with out decepticons spying it out."

Just inside the Nova Cronum border, approaching the crash site

Sixshot maintained his low altitude as he crossed over into Autobot territory. As he closed the distance he was able to get a better reading on his targets. There were four Autobots milling about in the open, apparently over some sort of crash if the heat on the ground was any indication. It was a pity that it was only four of them, as that was at least two too few to really prove a match for him. Hopefully they would make up for their lack of numbers with raw power. The combat he had seen so far was lacking considerably in his opinion. Worthy foes had been very far and few between.

Once he was in weapons range, the sixchanger opened fire on the gathered Autobots (Devcon, Kup, Topspin and Nova Strike). Ready for a volley of return fire the Decepticon swung from side to side in the air, occasionally barrel rolling to the side. He was still able to keep his own fire relatively accurate, although he didn’t focus on any particular Autobot. He would find out soon enough if any of these Autobots warranted special attention to be taken out first above the others.

Autobase Nu - Medbay

Minerva was confused; no matter how many steps she took the doorway seemed further and further away. She had come to accept that maybe she did need a little energon boost, and now regretted talking to Brewer in such a harsh tone of voice. Of course… Minerva turned to face Brewer.
‘Brewer, I want you to take Archangel and get to work on Omega Supreme. You were right I do need a bit of rest…’
Minerva’s emergency shutdown kicked in right there. The color in her eyes dimmed, and she collapsed forward towards Brewer

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Broadside watched, increasingly alarmed at Minerva’s obvious disintegration. When she finally did collapse Broadside was ready for it, he’d been moving away from the door in order to catch the collapsing mech. Minerva however messed up his plan by falling the wrong way. Broadside couldn’t do anything to stop that. He simply moved more quickly forwards to meet up with Brewer

Crash Site

Look out! Topspin had spotted the Decepticon in the nick of time. The con was firing from the extreme edge of his weapons range, giving Topspin a few extra nano seconds to act. It was all Topspin needed. He transformed and headed straight for Kup to knock him out of the line of fire. He hoped he’d made the right choice; Sure Devcon would know what to do, but would Nova Strike? Topspin didn't know the bot, but put his faith in the mech who had survived on the Maximus line for so long, hopefully he’d be around at least a bit longer.

As the mech was only firing in their general direction, Topspin could dodge the shots with less effort, allowing him to concentrate on other things

‘Prowl this is Topspin we’re under attack at the crash sight. Only one enemy confirmed so far, a flyer, but I don’t like it. The cons wouldn’t send a force unable to destroy us so I suggest this may be one of their new prototypes. Requesting back up. More of them may be on the way.’

Topspin wasn’t going to let this con have it easy. He opened a returning volley with his own laser cannons, strafing to avoid staying in one place to long. He didn’t like the impact the con’s shots were having on the ground, and was less than enthusiastic about getting to feel one himself.

Autobase Nu - Medical Faciities

He ha followed Minerva until she literally fell into his arms of exhaustion. Brewer reached forward, making sure he didn't let her slip through his grasp, and shifted her form to a somewhat stand. "I... understand," the geen mech answer the unconscious fembot. He wasn't sure about is abilities in this level of medical requirements, but what could he do? Brewer noticed Broadside attempt to catch the Minerva, and smiled, "Do you think you could take her to be refueled and well rested? I don't want her out until she's fully recharged."

Forte wasn't sure what to do in the time of the female medic fainting. Seeing Broadside moving to catch Minerva, and Brewer doing the same, she couldn't find herself try to help out, not wanting to collide with everyone and cause an unnecessary accident.

Maximus Line - Crash Site

"What the...wooF!"

Topspin's timely shove knocked Kup out of the way of most of the fire and allowed him to duck behind some rubble for momentary cover. He made a mental note to thank the kid later and drew his musket laser from subspace as he regained his footing, crouching behind the rubble.

Flyer...doesn't look familiar...big slagger, too. The old vet wished he had looked more closely at Omega Supreme's after-action reports. This might've been one of the 'Cons that helped push Omega out of Polyhex. Primus knows it had to have taken a lot of 'em. He watched for a few astroseconds as the Decepticon dodged and weaved preemptively. Topspin's large volume of fire would give him plenty to occupy his tactical computer, Kup hoped.

Resting the barrel of his weapon on the top of the rubble for support, Kup closed one optic and drew down on the flying Decepticon. Aiming for the underside of his target - because it was a large area and possibly less well-armored than the rest of him - Kup waited for Sixshot to fly relatively straight for more than half an astrosecond.

And then, he pulled the trigger.

Maximus Line: Crash Site

The familiar pings and twangs of approaching ammunition impact strafing along the ground towards the group of Autobots was the first warning of impending danger. Topspin giving Kup a nice face plant was the second. Nova Strike quickly did his best to roll towards the left to avoid the first volley from Sixshot's blasts from his hypersonic concussion cannons. The big blue warrior flipped into a tuck roll under a spray of molten slag as it rained down upon the collective. Taking the briefest of instances, Nova got up and dashed behind some debris for cover. His hips opened up as he slid down to the ground behind the old engine casing and launched his two blasters into the air.

Nova Strike's hands instinctively shot out snagging each with in their respective palms. Their recognition chips merged with his own and their safety locks were disengaged. The compartment on his back soon after sprang to life as his primary cannon was extracted and took its final position upon his shoulder. "Great and here I thought we were going to be bored." He called out to his team mates as he swung around from his covered spot to take a few quick bursts at the approaching flier with his blasters.

A responce of impact spray did little to brighten Nova's mood or at least answer his remark. Still he wasn't about to remain behind cover for too much longer, it was just a matter of time before the flier doubled back and decided to have even more fun with them big guns of his. "Hey Kup, got any clue who this joker is?" The warrior swung around again, this time taking a chance to line up a clear shot with his blasters and cannon. His internal pipper swepted across the sky eventually finding range upon the new target.

Beads of crimson light soon formed in the barrel of each weapon. As soon as the range finder and internal targetting systems bled red, several bursts of pulsing laser energy began to fly upwards from his two outstretched arms followed by a large high impact laser beam.

Autobase Nu-Main Hangar Bay

Silverbolt arrived at the main hangar bay looking at his fellow Aerialbots. They all looked to be in as good of shape to be expected. Patrols were one thing that would still be needed especially after the pounding they took just a few mega cycles ago. Silverbolt then opened up a communication channel to the base commander

"Prowl, this is Silverbolt. The Aerialbots rullyl equipped are ready for more patrols. What are your orders?"

Maximus Line: Crash Site

Devcon looked up at Nova and nodded in acknowledgement of his recommendation. Before he could open his mouth and respond, Topspin transformed suddenly and rammed Kup onto the ground.

All chaos broke out as mechs and ammo went flying all over the place. Devcon launched himself off the rubble he had been leaning against and rolled clear of the majority of the fire. Coming up out of his roll a split astrosecond later he looked up to see how many ‘Cons were attacking them.

What’s this? Just one simple ‘Con? This is most disappointing, Devcon thought to himself with surprise tinged with a touch of disappointment.

“The suicidal ones are always easier to bring to justice!,” Devcon yelled towards the others in an encouraging tone. At least in what he hoped was an encouraging tone. The last time he had tried to be encouraging, it had scared the civilians.

Evaluating the flying Decepticon’s dodging and diving, Devcon, decided not to use his arm mounted plasma blaster. It would be a waste of plasma to fire at the ‘Con, plus his head-mounted laser cannon was much better at locking onto pesking enemy flying units with precision.

Dropping into a slight crouch behind a moderate amount of cover, Devcon looked up at the ‘Con and set his systems to analyze his opponent and collect as much information as possible while he fired at the ‘Con with his laser cannon.

Med bay


“Hmmm Pink” the smaller autobot said thoughtfully while scratching his chin, “I think you’re onto……..”

Zero did not finish his sentence as his visor witnessed the collapse of Minerva. ~Down she goes~ was all Zero could think as Broadside and Brewer rushed to catch her. In the end it appeared Broadside had it under control. It would do her some good to rest and be fully recharged. Minerva worked hard, and they all appreciated her efforts even if she was a stubborn femme. He nodded for Wheelbar to follow, and he returned to the door where Forte stood.

“I’m sorry Forte, I wasn’t expecting that. But it seems you guys are handling it.”

The wolf bot rotated his shoulder trying to make sure the new armor didn’t rub. His visor scanned the rest of the medical facility. It seemed everyone else was busy with something.

“Wheelbar we might as well wait here until someone comes with orders. I don’t want to get in anyone’s way.”

His thoughts skipped to his weapons system. Minerva had disconnected them, if he was going back out in the next few breems he would need to reconnect them.






Command center

Springer entered the command center just as Topspin’s message came through to Prowl. The wrecker clenched his fist. He shudda went with the hyper mech and old-timer. Now they were in the mess of of it.

“Prowl I’m here..”

He said as he approached the proficient bot from behind. His voice took on a more serious tone.

Maybe I shudda went with them.”

The triple changer closed the gap between them and looked over at the control council.

“Let me take a team out to them. Who do we have available?”

Med bay

WheelBar was surprised at first to see Minerva collapse like that, but it did seem that she was low on power. He supposed it would be good for her to get some rest. He knew it worked wonders for him.

WheelBar followed Sub-Zero to the door, taking his place to the left of Forte. "Yeah, I suppose we don't do much good in there, so we should stay out of the way." WheelBar thought for a moment, like something was missing. "Hey, where are Kup and the others?"

Crash Site

Sixshot was not terribly impressed by the Autobot’s response to his attack. They scattered for cover and sprayed the air with mostly random return fire. He had hoped that he could perhaps challenge one of them to single combat, assuming any of them had the honor to actually face him without help from his comrades, but if this was an indication of their skill level than none of them could hope to face him. He rolled to the side and dipped to avoid the fire, only the shot from Kup manage to hit him and it was far from enough to take him down.

From their response it seemed the Autobots had no fliers, at least not in this small group. There would probably be more of a challenge fighting them on the ground. At least it would be preferable than picking them off like insects from the air. The sixchanger swooped down low to the ground and transformed into his tank mode. He was already taking aim with his turret as he landed on the ground. A barrage of fire erupted from his cannons, first aimed at Topspin and then another at Nova Strike.

Shuttle Dauntless

"Why you little... me Sludge gonna... woah!" Sludge replied angrily at Snarl, that is until the Dauntless entered the storm Swoop had previously warned about. "*Sigh* Me Sludge gonna strap in" Sludge said, sounding resigned as he once more picked himself up off of the floor and sat down.

'Well, that could have gone better...' Sludge thought

"Woah!" came the sound of Ironhide as he flew towards Sludge, affected by the turbulence the storm caused.

Sludge put an arm out and caught the flying Autobot, then placing Ironhide next to himself.

"Me think you should listen to Swoop as well." Sludge said to Ironhide.

"Yeah. Me too." He replied

Shuttle Dauntless

Slag chuckled one more time and turned back to the consoles. He looked forward to many more incidents like this. Incidents were fun.
Looking at the console didn't really help distract Slag though, as he knew precious little of what any of the buttons did. He figured the green circle was the radar screen and the moving picture with the squiggly lines was a map of what was below him, but it was beyond him what the Secondary Photon Detector or the Engine Emergency Reinitialiser. He decided to leave all the controls to Swoop, and looked out at the rain.

Rain on Cybertron has different than it had been on Earth. On Cybertron, it was mostly formed from factory output, various byproducts of energon and weapon production. It tended to be quite oily and mildly acidic: Sometimes the Decepticons deliberately seeded the clouds with more chemicals to create a paralysing electrolytic acid which could fell lesser Autobots and even damage the Dinobots. Slag didn't know the scientific details, he'd just gotten used to the idea of getting out of the rain if it tingled. It had take Jetfire some explaining that the rain of Earth was composed of a harmless combination of hydrogen and oxygen: Not that Slag wouldn't have punched those caves into that cliff anyway.

All this thinking about rain and science returned Slag's mood to its normal state of Foul. "Hey, can't you Swoop make shuttle go faster? Us Dynobots got important business to get to, bad enough we waste time getting Old Rusty."

Autobase Nu - Command Center

Some orns, it seemed like Primus himself was working behind the scenes to overload Prowl's formidable processing capacity. And if this weren't one of them, then it was certainly as close as the military analyst wanted to come.

Kup's unit, based on Topspin's hasty communication, appeared to have come under attack. That hadn't exactly been unexpected. What was surprising was that the assault appeared to be taking place within the borders of Nova Cronum itself. A bold move by the Decepticon in question, but not a particularly astute one--at least, not on the surface of it. Being one to err on the side of caution, Prowl had to believe for the moment at least that no mechanoid would display such confidence in his ability to undertake such a reckless incursion without good reason.

Processing the various requests coming in from other Autobots throughout the base, Prowl soon formulated the first phase of his response to this latest surprise move by the Decepticons.

"Springer, you're cleared to reinforce Kup's team. Take Wheelbar with you as backup. No heroics; I expect you both back here in one piece when this situation is resolved. We don't want a fresh pile of bodies waiting for Minerva once she finally recharges, do we?" Prowl shot the Triplechanger a small, humorless smile before activating the communications array.

>>Silverbolt, you and the Aerialbots will resume air patrols along the border with Polyhex. But stay clear of the combat zone for now; that airspace is about to become extremely inhospitable for anything travelling above ground level.<<

With that, Prowl activated the defense grid for the sector of the Maximus Line closest to the beleaguered Autobots. Automated long-range anti-aircraft weapons came online, disgorging a hail of high-explosive plasma rounds into the air through which the Decepticon Prototype was soaring.

Autobase Nu-Main Hangar Bay

"Understood, Prowl. We will be on patrol until assistance is needed else where."

Silverbolt then looked at his fellow Aerialbots. They had their orders even though he knows that there will be a couple of Aerialbots who would be disappointed in not the fight. After the major incursion that they had, Silverbolt will be quite happy with a fairly simple patrol.

"Alright Aerialbots, it is time to transform and fly out of here. We have a patrol along Polyhex to do."

Silverbolt walks towards the main doors and pushes the button to open them up. Once they are open, he transforms and flies out of there.

Command center

Springer would have rolled his optics at Prowl if he could. He was such a stiff, Springer wondered if the Mech even knew how to act around a fembot. Minerva was her own Femme and would be proficient whether there were injured bots or not. But he did have to agree, the medic did not need to collapse again and they did not need any more injuries.

“See you in a few Prowl, Keep up the good work.”

He really didn’t need to say that last bit but….. the mech was so work addicted Springer couldn’t resist. He wondered if prowl even knew the meaning of fun. ~ Poor guy, when we have some down time I definitely need to take him somewhere fun. ~ Springer made his way out into the hall and opened a channel to Wheelbar.

>> Wheelbar, Springer here. Meet me at the entrance ramp by Hanger 2. You’re coming with me we need to give backup to Kup an Topspin. I’ll fill you in en-route.<<

Maximus Line: Crash Site

Devcon was firing at the ‘Con (Sixshot) when it suddenly dropped out of the air onto the ground.

Forced to make a split astrosecond decision, Devcon launched himself over the rubble he had taken cover behind and charged towards the Decepticon. Raising his arm as he charged towards his opponent, the blue mech fired his plasma blaster.

He didn’t bother to do much more then preliminary aiming, as he was more interested in nailing the ‘Con while it was preoccupied with Topspin and Nova, then he was in killing it. Hopefully he had reacted in time and would be able to strike it with his plasma discharge and knock its attacks towards the other two off target.

Maximus Line: Crash Site

"You have got to be kidding me." Nova's optical scanners refocused and realligned as he watched as the target managed to dodge a direct lock of his cannon, and fly through an entire field of fire that not even Starscream could have gotten through with out at least a few dings in his armor. To add to the problem, the target came to a complete stop on the ground and took on a second alternative form. A dual barrelled battle tank was soon sitting where the landed Starfighter once sat.

Nova watched as the main turrets turned on the axis. The concussive blasts of the first volley fired towards Topspin caused his own cover to shudder and rattle. The explosions that soon followed dislodged the piece of junk from its molten mores. Soon after Nova Strike finds himself looking down the barrels of the decepticon's guns. Not giving any time, he slapped his right blaster to a magnetic strip on his hip. He manages to sprint back the way opposite the incoming shells.

Explosions sent his previous hiding cover into shrapnel and his previous spot a molten pool of liquid slag. The concussion waves sent Nova Strike into a short flight and a face plant into a mound of metal shavings. "A triple changer?" He swore as he pushed himself out of the mound of scrap.

Nova's right palm found itself wrapped around the small cylindrical casing of a flash bang smoke grenade. "Well buddy, I don't know or care who ya are, but seeing as ya wanna fight big guns to big gun... I'm all for it." The blue warrior entered into a swift sprint and flipped over into spin retracting his arms and legs as he reformed into a high speed vehicle. As he landed the massive turret that formed up on his shoulder, typically, now combined with the rest of his blasters emerged from the dome of his vehicle mode roof. Hitting high speeds, Nova Strike banks around various craters, shells and debris. He fires his powerful cannons over and over directly towards Sixshot.