ooc: btw DARKJET "those are not the Autodrones you are looking for."Skies near Sector 905While inwardly lamenting over a lost chance to collide with another object,
Ramjet looked for an opening to release some plasmabombs. Following an upload of
vector-mapping, he received such a chance.
Six hyper sonic beams, seemingly in perfect union, converged on the head of
Omega Supreme not long after Thrust own blinding attack. The precision shot was not from a squadron of seekers, not even Starscream's lot proved that proficient, but from the gun mode of
Sixshot. There was little doubt to the source of his name.
Nearly stalling with excitement,
Ramjet flew over head of the colossal Autobot, dropping a set of his plasma bombs. The red winged warrior then banked with a hard left. He could have sworn he saw a lone seeker, but he wasn't showing up on radar. It would seem the only seeker out of formation was himself again. Not wanting to cause more fuss the white and grey conehead returned to formation
Thrust and
Dirge.
Though not a
tactician the sweep medic pondered the damage done to there guardian opponent and its weaponsystems. "A plasma blaster arm, a head mounted laser canon, and a clawed arm. I don't think there are any really weak points to his design." If
Reforge ever had schematics on the guardian, the data was long erased prior to his upload of Sweep technical data for his current formated function. The white marble medic continued to speak alloud realizing the drones would not bother to interupt.
"I guess my patient was lucky to take a shot from the laser canon. Wonder if he'd servive a shot from that blaster?.." The sweep technican would learn soon enough.
Reforge literally leaked his lubricant as the sweep adjacent to him was blown out of the sky. There would be no spark to save in that wreck.
OmegaSupreme was definitely showing no signs of weakening, and the sweeps numbers would only continue to thin. The sweep technician thought it safer to fly with the drones rather than his true psychotic brethren but that pack of warriors has always returned unscathed. With second thought he wondered how long before he himself was shot down; only Primus knew.
"We're all gonna die.." fortunately
Cyclonus wasn't known for reading thoughts or the cowardly technician wouldn't have to wait for his own impending demise.
Turbulence was noting
Nightraid's weaponry when Quantum called them to battle formation.
"Those aren't regulation seeker blasters..." the blue and bronze warrior thought, realizing there may be more to this 'standardized seeker' than he first heard. Rumor had it that the black and red elite was slow; well not so much slow but as methodical and well planed as a tactician should be. He wondered if Nightraid had worked with Razorclaw before like himself once. Then, realizing now was not the time, decided to hold his thoughts till after battle. With victory on the horizon there would be plenty of time to meet his wingmate later.
>>"At your will Quantum"<< The sword weilding seeker said as he complied to his squadron leader's commands.