The Energon Pub

The skies above the battlezone

Suddenly Decepticons came from the right unleashing a barrage upon the Autobots on Nightraid's tail.
"Thanks" Nightraid said over the comm "That was a bit too close for comfort". "No problem sir" one of the Seekers responded.
His internal sensors indicated the wingdamage was minimal.
His squadron had gottne scattered it seemed.

Than he saw Blink and Wink chasing Skydive and Silverbolt on his radar.
As they pinned down Skydive, he headed straight for them.
Joining in fire on Skydive. Their assessement was correct. Take one out fast so Starscream immediately had more space to maneuver when dealing with Silverbolt.
"Permission to join in ladies..." Nightraid said over the internal com and added his barrage of energy to the united fire of Blink and Wink that was unleashed upon Skydive.

Near Polyhex

“Ooh. Grounded.” Hooligan winced sympathetically when Darkwing pointed out his damaged wing. Due to his natural tendency to avoid heavy combat, Hooligan didn’t receive such heavy damage as often as other fliers, but when it did happen, the knowledge that he couldn’t fly always drove him nuts. “Yeah, you might want to get that fixed.”

“Better make it quick. Else there won’t be any Autobots left for you.” Space Case added.

“Come on Case.” Hooligan waved his partner to follow him. Dreadwind and Darkwing didn’t seem like they were going be much fun right now, and he was already getting bored of just sitting out here. “We’ve got a lot more slaggin to do today.” He then flew off, shifting into his vehicle form as he flew away from the other Decepticons.

Space Case watched Hooligan begin to fly off, then looked back over at Dreadwind and Darkwing. “Good luck.” He then followed his partner’s example and transformed into his alt mode as he flew off after the other Cyberjet.

rapidly aproaching the automated defences

Sitting in the cab of his partners armoured ambulance alt mode hammering towards the battlelines, Psychout accepted his orders without hesitation. "Understood Commander, we are proceeding at speed towards the target. Psychout out."

"Mal, it looks like we have a subtle change of plan."

"Better make it good, we are about to have company..."

"Diversionaty tactics; We get to the guns, switch all the operational ones back on, and set them to attack the biggest and ugliest of all the attackers, Fortress Maximus will proabably do. We then unleash The Pit itself into him and his troops. This should build the distraction we need to allow the reserves to time their assault from the opposite flank perfectly!"

Mals engine roared in response as the proverbial foot was firmly put down and he streaked accross the last few hundered meters accelerating like a madman...

"Then lets get on with it. Most of those guns are only out becuse of a faulty power-linkage installed remotely, if I can re-route that we will have almost as much firepower as we started with... oh and Psych... get your feet off my dashboard!!!"

Polyhex Line ~ The Breach

As another Autobot fell to his scythe, it seemed that Havok's absence from the war hadn't dulled his battle prowess in the slightest. The Autobots were making slow progress it seemed as their numbers were greater than those the Decepticons had at their disposal, but that concerned Havok little, indeed, the possibility that this battle could end in the loss of Polyhex didn't even occur to him, winning was what the Corrupticon was used to, and winning was the only outcome that he foresaw.

Now deep into the Autobot forces who had pushed into the breach, Havok and his small group of followers were outnumbered, to put it lightly, only the stationary turrets were keeping them from getting completely surrounded and cut off. "Hold your positions, do not back down! The Autobots are no match for us" The Corrupticon shouted to those around him, as one brave Autobot worked up the courage to stick his sword in Havok's side, an attack that elicited a growl from the Decepticon, more in anger than pain, before he grabbed the hand of his attacker and slowly pulled it away from his body, along with the offending blade.

As the Autobot struggled to stop the retreat of his now fluid soaked blade, one of Havok's 'Team' assisted his leader by sticking his rifle in the chest of the Autobot and opened fire, blasting a fatal hole in the Autobot's chest. As the Autobot dropped to the ground, the last traces of life fading away, his grip on the sword went limp, and it dropped to the floor with a clang, before the dull thud of the Autobot's body accompanied it. Havok looked to the young Decepeticon and gave a small nod of approval, before taking a quick look at his injury "I've survived worse" He commented, while turning back towards the battle, his new sidekick following on, still proud that he'd helped out one of the Corrupticons! He only hoped he'd survive the rest fo the battle so he could brag about it to his friends back in Kaon.

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Skies Over The Killzone

"Nice shooting kid" Air Raid said to himself as Skywatch let loose with an barrage of fire, seemingly at both his attackers "That should keep Blast-Off off my case long enough for WOAH!!" Air Raid was cut off from his musings as Quantum re-appeared out of another of his wormholes and proceeded to catch the Aerialbot square the nose of his jet with a well placed elbow, sending Air Raid into a bent-nosedive "Sneaky, slaggin', fraggin, cheating waste of..." Was all that could be heard as the black jet headed towards the ground.


Elsewhere, Skydive seemed to have taken the place of Silverbolt as the most popular Aerialbot, as no sooner had he got on the tail of Starscream, then he'd gained the attentions of Blink, Wink and Nightraid, all of whom wasted no time in opening fire on the Aerialbot tactician. "Skydive! Incoming fire, watch your tail!" Silverbolt shouted over the commlink, while descending rapidly to get on the tail of at least one of the 3 Seekers. Skydive cursed as he had to pull out of his attack run on Starscream earlier than he wanted to. His targeting systems not fully locked on to his target, Skydive just had to take the opportunity while it was there, and fired off a piar of heat-seekers at Starscream, before ascending quickly and pulling a barrel roll, he avoided as much of the fire as he could, but couldn't avoid taking damage altogether as shots rained in on him, peppering most of his fusilage and wings.

Silverbolt set himself before letting off several shots of electro static energy in the direction of the area occupied by Blink, Wink and Nightraid, if nothing else, they would at least stop the fire being directed at his second in command.

Polyhex line, the breach

Almost as soon as Havok and his companion had defeated the Autobot that had stuck his weapon into Havok's side, a loud explosion blew away the decepticon that had assisted Havok. In front of the Corrupticon, Fortress Maximus strode onwards, wounds smoldering across his entire body, nothing seeming to be capable of stopping him. Leveling his right wrist, his sword still drawn, he fired a barrage of machine gun rounds towards Havok, whilst firing his photon canon and ion cannons into the decepticon lines.

"Autobots! Keep it up! We're breaking through!!" he yelled, continuing the Autobots onslaught. Behind him, the defenses were slowly being whittled down, as more and more autobots entered the breach and began to spread out across the line. Some autobots with close assault cannons and flame throwers kicked the doors of the nearby bunkers in, attempting to eliminate the line's defenders to allow more autobots to reach the lines unphased, widening the breach.

However, the force hadn't counted on the secondary line of defences and, stranded, they were forced into a stalemate, though the puncture in Polyhex's lines was being gradually widdening.

Shockwave’s Tower – Command Center

Megatron continued to observe the battle through the holographic display. The Autobot forces were pushing hard into the hole they had made in the city defensive line, but the Decepticon defenses and defenders were slowing them up. Attrition was beginning to catch up with the Autobots as they had taken heavy losses on their crossing of the killzone and in assaulting the line itself. They still outnumbered the defenders but did they outnumber them by enough to overcome them?

He glanced at the location of Shockwave and the reserve troops, ready to slice into the Autobot salient and encircle the bulk of their forces. He considered ordering Shockwave into action himself, but quickly dismissed the thought. The Military Operations Commander would attack at the exact millisecond that he calculated to be the most opportune for his forces to strike, and not one millisecond earlier or later.

The Decepticon Commander’s thoughts returned to Optimus Prime. The Autobot commander would surely be joining this battle soon. Too many Autobots had lost their lives in this battle for him to not join it. The question was when would he arrive and with what forces. He probably still had some reserve forces up in Iacon. They had difficulty getting accurate information out of the Autobot capital due to its high security. He had to assume that Prime would be coming with a sizable force, which meant they needed to destroy the Autobot force attacking them now.

Megatron’s attention was drawn away from the battle by an alarm going off on one of the sensor boards. Apparently a few Autobot spy satellites were hanging over Polyhex and were feeding information back to Nova Cronum. They were fools for thinking such an act would go unnoticed and unanswered by the Decepticons. He punched in a few commands and turned back to observing the battle, the satellite situation dealt with.

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In Orbit above Polyhex

The object appeared to be nothing more than an orbiting piece of space junk, a remnant from some earlier Autobot or Decepticon spacecraft or satellite destroyed in the course of the Great War. A much closer inspection would reveal its true nature, a nature that would now be revealed to the Autobot spy satellites hanging over Polyhex. A series of rockets roared out of the satellite killer, bound for the intruding Autobot satellites. One by one the Autobot satellites were destroyed and the Decepticon satellite killer went quiet once more. While the Autobots could get satellites over the area between Polyhex and Nova Cronum, any satellites passing too close to Polyhex would be obliterated.

Skies over the Killzone

Nightraid spoke over the comm "Blink, Wink... deal with the Autobot... i'll keep their leader busy" the Seeker Tactician spoke. "It is unacceptable to leave our rear open to such a formidable foe" he said to the skilled female seekers.
"Seekers..." he ordered to his scattered squadron "Assist me when possible. The autobot designated as Silverbolt is now a priority target within reason" the Decepticon tactician said.
'Cut of the head...' he thought. Veering away, the black and red, yellowglassed cockpitted Jet turned to engage Silverbolt, the mighty autobot ace.
He unleashed a barrage of energyprojectiles himself.
This would be quite a challenge, but he needed to pay some time for Blink and Wink to deal with Skydive and for Starscream to catch his breath. His wing still ached but his overall performance was still good. He would make this one as hard on the Autobot ace as he could.
And with some luck his wingmen would join in soon... .

Defensive Breach

Shockwave registered Hun-Grrr's words without any visible sign of doing so. His gaze was still focused on the edgy Terrorcon, Cutthroat. The sole optic scanned the winged creature monotonly and flickered slightly.

Cutthroat took a slight step back as Hun-Grrr approached them. He was vicious, he was daring, but not enough to release his aggression on the Military Operations Commander, when the leader of the Terrorcons himself seemed to have no objection to the wait.

Finally, as Hun-Grrr finished, Shockwave turned away from Cutthroat and towards the ingoing battle. His optical sensor began scanning the area and the huge group of mechanoids marching sidewards before them, through the rain of fire the defensive mechanisms hailed on them. Clouds of smoke and dust circled around the battlefield, the sound of gunfire, battle cries and death screams was heard a long distance away. Shades of red, orange, grey and black foamed on the surface of the war-mangled planet.

But even as fire torn into metal, the Autobots were simply too large in numbers to be halted only by the stationary defenses of the city.

Shockwave's brain module and databanks ran through all the bits accessible on every enemy recognizable. His optic scanned swiftly, at maximum resolution, his vast data grid processed all the information at maximum capacity.

As more an more of the enemy came into view and crossed the Military Operations Commander's HUD display screen, his visual systems spotted the most significant factor in the Autobot attack force. A mechanoid of huge size, powerful frame, his march showing unwavering resolve and dedication, even with the scars and burns he had on his platings.

"Decepticons," Shockwave finished his field analysis and stepped forward. Then, he suddenly raised his arm and waved in the direction of the Autobot army.

"Annihilate the intruders!" The cyclopean mechanoid pressed the end of the sentence hardly, booming over the chaotic noise of the battlefield and surprising many of the soldiers around who were used to his monoton, emotionless demeanor.

One short moment later, Shockwave activated his anti-gravitation systems and took to the air, swiftly transforming and taking the form of a huge gun.

"Polyhex belongs to the Decepticons!" He shouted, his voice raising even more, as he ascended higher, his giant gun mode intimidatingly hovering above the ground.

Its thrusters roaring up an blowing a wild trail of fire, the purple gun then shot off towards the Autobot force, like a machinery of destruction that was programmed to bring them demise.

As it appeared above the battlefield, a bodeful sizzle and some discharges around its gunbarrel warned of the punishment it was about to release upont its foes. And as the discharges dissipated, a massive, bright beam of purple and white struck forward, aimed into the middle of the Autobot army, at Fortress Maximus and a few soldiers surrounding him.

Cutthroat, seeing the Decepticon second-in-command throw himself into a massive charge, looked at Hun-Grrr.

"Now?" He asked, flapping his wings wildly, and gritting his razor sharp teeth. By looking at him, it was obvious that Hun-Grrr's answer didn't really matter by context. Any answer given would mean 'yes'.

Skies above Killzone

"What?" Starscream wanted Skydive or Silverbolt to follow, but not any Decepticon seeker. "You fools! You're not fast enough to avoid the the surface to air weapons! Gah!" He only shouted his objection out instead of sending a transmission, and with the munitions going off around them, he might have been hard to hear. It didn't matter too much to Starscream if the other Seekers got damaged through taking the initiative or not, it just frustrated him that he had to now think of a new plan.

Skydive had pulled out, but not before firing off a couple of heat seeking missiles in his direction. "Great." Starscream activated another burst from his afterburners, knowing he could simply out run any missile sent after him. He leveled off on his altitude and shot off.

Automated Defence Grid's control hub

Foillowing Shockwave's advance from a monitor in the command hub of the automated defence grid, Psychout yelled to Mal who was inside a wall cavity, "Its time, are we ready?"

"HIT IT!!" returned Mal Practice as he levered in the last connection and kicked the plug into its socket with a satifying click.

Psychout slammed his hand down on a large red switch and shivered in the aniticipation as the greater percentage of the deactivated automated defences rebooted and began to energise noisily.

>>Psychout to Shockwave. Full Power has been restored to approx 70% of the Automated Defence Grid. We are proceeding to fire, concentrating of their rear end forces and oppotite flank to your advance. Commencing fire immediately as per instructions. Psychout, out!<<

An entire bank of previosuly dormant gun emplacements flexed into life and as an instant of silence preceeded the roar, two thirds of the reactived Decepticon artillery bank awoke and began to unleash the deafening fires of devistation into the rear of the Autobot forces, cutting into its exposed back and seperating its advance from its rearguard.

The Pit itself had just been brought to the battlefield as Psychout began to program Autbots targets for the gun placements to aim for next. "I hear Fortress Maximus's head is worth almost half a million credits... Heh heh... Die Autobots!!"

Killzone

The Autobot's screams coaxed a pleased growl from Razorclaw's vocal processor. He was no sadist; he did not get off on other mechs' agony. But every Autobot crying in defeat was one step closer to exterminating them all and bringing the Decepticon Empire to its crowing glory.

He felt the vibrating of transformation underneath him and moved to get off, but before he could do so an arm came out of nowhere and battered his side just as he was leaping in that direction, causing his to roar in outrage as he fell off. The Predacon transformed into his robot mode as he hit the ground, summoning his sword as soon as he had a hand. Still on the ground on three limbs, he used all his strength to spin around and strike his sword into his enemy's leg. There was no wrath, just pure, cold intent. He could not blame the Autobot for wanting to live, but he simply could not allow him to.

Killzone

“ Hey not bad!” The Autobot commented as he inspected his repaired leg critically.

Patchwork gave him a slightly insulted look before turning and starting to head to a spot where he could transform.

“ Hey thanks!” The flyer called out after him.

“ You should head back to base and get a full repair, even for wounds like that theres only so much I can do. I can’t get you back to 100% operational status in the field.” Patchwork replied seriously.

“ I can fight though?”

“ Yes. You shouldn’t since you’ll get yourself killed but you can. Do what you want, it not my concern if you chose to do that.” The Autobot medic said in an offhand tine of voice as he transformed into his VTOL mode.

“ I can’t just run if I can help, I’ll see you at the victory party! High grade Energon! On me!” The flyer called after the now airborne medic, before transforming and returning to the massive dogfight in the skies above.

Patchwork didn’t bother replying to his former patient, as he raced toward the breach in order to make up the time he had lost particularly as he saw the fire on the attacking Autobot forces intensify. Deciding a certain amount of risk was necessary he increased his altitude making him more visible in exchange for greater speed.

The Killzone

As Razorclaw slashed out against his leg, Hardhead was able to step back, staggering on his feet as his systems attempted to compensate for the roaring pain in his back. Now he was back in a dangerous situation, well, even more so than usual. Razorclaw was the only one of the two of them with a melee weapon, and as he knew from how it severed his shoulder cannon a damn good one at that. Continuing his slight retreat, balling his fists, he knew Razorclaw would press his advantage.

He just had to get that damn sword out of his hand first. Glancing sidewards, he noticed Orpheus dueling with Tantrum. He had no idea how experienced a warrior he was, but he knew he might be in way over his head.

"Your move Razorclaw.." he said, getting ready for the inevitable. As he said so, his visor flickered slightly as he noticed a metal pole, set within a large wad of concrete. Suddenly, he reached down, and with his strength, hauled it up onto his shoulder, and then shrugging it off, took it in both hands like a great mace.

Polyhex, the breach

Suddenly, when things had been going so well, they suddenly got so much worse. Around Fortress Maximus, his fellow Autobots fell as suddenly defensive positions previously considered offline came to life, and the decepticons made a full on counter attack. Buffeted by enemy fire, he stood his ground and unleashed his entire arsenal, photon beams, ion discharges, bullets and mortar shells rained from him as he yelled in sheer determination.

"AUTOBOTS! STAND YOUR GROUND!! DON'T GIVE THEM AN INCH, DON'T GIVE THEM AN OUNCE OF GROUND!! TODAY WE END THIS WAR OR WE DIE TRYING!!"

'Prime damn you, wheres our reinforcements.. i was expecting you to bolster my forces around this time...' he thought bitterly to himself, as suddenly, a broad beam came down from the sky, one that was far greater than the others. He barely had time to twist and throw himself out of the way of the worst of the blast when a loud explosion blew a huge chunk out of the Autobot vanguard, dozens of mechs blown to pieces.

Quickly getting up, Maximus looked up, his face gritted. His true opponant, the one whose mind his was paired against was present.

"Shockwave.." he whispered, getting up, his entire left side red hot and steaming. His optics glittered in almost charnel fury. Things had been going so well, his forces seemed to of been making a dent. BUt now they were being pushed back.

BUt that would not happen whilst he was still functioning. ANd if they couldn't take Polyhex from the decepticons, the least he could do was eliminate one of their leaders.

"YOUR DAY HAS COME!!" he roared, maddened by teething dispair and grit, getting up and, locking on with all the precison and expericence he had in his being, opened fire, a firestorm of destruction that he intended to fully engulf the purple decepticon.

Skies over killzone

Blast-Off cursed as he picked up the incoming missiles. "I may not be as agile as Starscream," he said performed a roll before transforming into robot mode and dropping groundward, "but I am a Combaticon, and no one fights better than a Combaticon!" Drawing his electron rifle, he fired on the trio of missiles as they chased him down. The resulting detonation buffeted him, but he quickly righted himself.

Seeking a new target, he fired at Skydive.

Killzone

Brawl let out a bloodthirsty laugh. This was what he joined the Decepticons for, the chance to spill oil. He lashed out with his armoured knuckles, caving in an unlucky Autobot's cranial unit before hurling the body at another group. As he fought, he noticed an aerial unit fast approaching. "Oh, no you don't!" he growled, thinking the Autobot was trying to escape despite the fact he was rushing in Brawl's direction.

Nonetheless, the Combaticon tank transformed and fired his sonic cannons at the unfortunate Patchwork.

Defensive breach

Onslaught took careful aim. It seemed Shockwave had now joined the fray and was aiming for Fortress Maximus, meaning the Autobot commander would have his hands full. Transforming into missile trailer mode, the Combaticon Commander locked onto Fortress Maximus and his troops, then launched a pair of his devastating photon missiles. The missiles split into three in mid-air, sending six separate warheads at the Autobot forces.

Killzone

Patchwork mentally let out a string of curses as he barely avoided being fragged by a Sonic Blast. Rolling right just as the attack semi-buckled the armour on his left flank he dove for the deck and actively scanned for the Deceptican that had taken a shot at him. He cursed himself for a fool as he spotted the menacing form of Brawl below.

He had been so concerned with the Seekers above he’d nearly forgotten about the threats active on the ground.

‘ Idiot! Things like that never happened to Pitchhit! Get yourself killed again why don’t you’ The Medic thought to himself.

Switching to hover mode for the increased agility he set a course to go around the combat specialist to the right so he could reach the damaged Autobots in the Breach like he had been ordered. Slagging mechs, sending him into this deathtrap!

With that emotion he fired several Ion bolts at his attacker.

The Killzone - The Black Death's Playground

As the Autobot forces closed in to the position where the Decepticons was believed to be, Juggernaut received a message from his old friend and scout Dogfight.

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The cryptic message from the flier made Jugger a bit uneasy. What madness had the Corrupticons come up with now? Or rather... what had Bane come up with? Thrall wasn't that bad... he was honourable. Bane wasn't... he was a Decepticon nightmare in all aspects.

About 100 feet away the Autobot forces could see a weird construction that stretched 20 feet and resembled some sort of wall. As they came closer, the explosives placed by Imploder triggered, blowing up several Autobots. Inbetween was also some smoke bombs creating a fog-like environment.

Juggernaut transformed to robot-mode and began striding towards the Decepticon fortification. It was hard to see anything in this smoke, but he could see two silhouettes standing before the wall. As the smoke slowly faded, the Autobots realized what the wall was made of. All of their comrades that had engaged and fallen to the Corrupticons in the engagements earlier had been piled up in a halfmoon-shaped wall. Behind it stood the two infamous Corrupticons, waiting for them with their weapons drawn. Bane threw something towards Forte; the head of a fallen Autobot.

"Welcome to our little show" Bane gestured in a polite and over-dramatic way.

"You... may Primus have mercy on your spark when I'm done with you!" Juggernaut began his attack. Something that Bane had foreseen and prepared for.
"Imploder, now"
From the dead bodies appeared the other Decepticons, surprising the attacking Autobot forces with a rain of laserfire, killing several from the first wave.

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OOC: Thrall messaged the command for further instructions

Defensive Breach

Hun-Grrr’s only reply to Cutthroat was a double roar from his twin dragon heads after he had transformed. He quickly stomped after Shockwave, leading a charge of Decepticons towards the flank of the Autobots in the breach. The other Terrorcons flanked him at the point of the attack. Laser blasts were fired off from both sides and Autobot and Decepticon alike fell. The Terrorcons didn’t waste time with such attacks though. Each of them was built for close combat, and so they continued the charge until they slammed into the Autobot lines.

“KILL THEM ALL! LEAVE NONE STANDING!” Hun-Grrr barked out orders from one mouth as the other chomped the head and shoulders off of a hapless Autobot soldier. Those same head and shoulders were quickly converted into a projectile and spit out at another Autobot, blowing a hole clean through his chest. At last, Hun-Grrr was truly in his element.

The other Terrorcons were in their element as well. Rippersnapper already had his claws buried in the chest of one Autobot as he ripped the arm off another with his jaws. Nearby, Sinnertwin had an Autobot impaled on one of his horns while gouts of flame from his mouths melted nearby Autobots into slag. The Terrorcons alone were beginning to make a dent in the Autobot offensive.

The Killzone

Rampage was a little more concerned with getting he sword out of Orpheus than he was about the autobot's weapon sticking in his own body. After all he didn't really care and if anything all it did was cause him to go even crazier than before.

With a frustrated growl Rampage realised that he couldn't pull away like he'd orignally intended due to the fact that he was skewered at a rather annoying angle. With a feral snarl Rampage just focused on pulling his sword out and causing as much damage as he could. With a rather nasty gleam in his optics he twisted the sword embeded in Orpheus's shoulder slightly, before yanking as hard as he could; stepping right as he did so in order to avoid getting cut in half by the blade still embedded in his body.

Rampage quite frankly didn't care that he was bleeding rather nastily; however it did impeed his abilities due to the fact that it was quite a nasty wound. Still as he moved he struck again with his sword; this time aiming to cut off the apendage to which the blade was attached; thereby he could pull the weapon out when it was a litte safer to do so.

Killzone

He could just feel it, the rush of an inevitable kill. This Autobot was good, but the leader of the Predacons was better. But the outcome of the battle had been in very little doubt in his mind anyway. Razorclaw would make this Autobot's death quick and painless... he had earned that much, and besides, there were other Autobots to slay.

Had Razorclaw a mouth he would have smiled when Hardhead pulled out an impromptu weapon. Was the Autobot really that foolish? He had seen what his sword could do to a "living" Cybrtronian, what chance did he think an inanimate piece of debris had? The Predacon laughed, a hideous growling noise, but it was most definitely a laugh. But before it died away he was leaping once again at the Autobot, slashing high in the hopes of getting an arm, or if he was lucky, a head.

Killzone

Hardhead gritted his teeth as he swung his shoulder backwards, as he stepped back. This time, he had been ready for Razorclaw's assault. Again the blade struck, but rather than severing anything vital, instead it made a nasty gash through his armour, but because of it's extraordinary density, did not get through to his vitals. He knew he could take it, even though it stung like high heaven. However, Razorclaw's move had temperarily knocked him off balance, and now he knew to make his move. Bringing the makeshift club up and across his body with one hand, he brought it up and down towards Razorclaw's weapon arm, intending to disarm the mech and perhaps damage his limb whilst he was at it.

He didn't give Razorclaw chance to fall back. Yelling loudly, he used the momentum from his weapon to propel his other hand forwards, and balled into a fist, aimed to punch Razorclaw's lights out.

There was more than one way to use a useless peice of debris against a weapon.


Towards the Polyhex side of the line, Thrall was fuming. It was one thing to have the Autobot corpses arrayed to their fellows as a warning, but to actually USE them as cover... it made him furious. Of course, as much as it angered him, he didn't let it cloud his judgement: Turning on Bane, even in the form of an arguement might end all of them, and Thrall was not stupid. Far from it, his simple, straightforward cunning was often what distinquished him from many decepticons who, whilst more 'sophisticated' ultimatley failed.

Instead, he chose to channel his rage into the fight. Roaring loudly, but oddly enough, making no battle cry,he transformed into his minotaur mode and charged towards Juggernaught, his electro-charging energising for a melee strike. He was the biggest and most dangerous looking autobot he could find, and so naturally he gravitated towards him...

Polyhex, the breach

Things were going from bad to worse. In a typical decepticon tactic, they had saved their best troops until last, and Fortress Maximus could only watch on as his troops were shredded. Already they had lost thirty in just twenty seconds, and already their lines were begining to weaken.

A missile barrage struck his position, and one of Onslaught's missiles smashed into his side, sending him staggering back, his armour still holding. But from his internal diagnostics, he was rapidly reaching the point of being moderately damaged. With Shockwave around, that wasn't good.

But then, he realised that Nova Strike and IMpactor most of been in the area: they had been sent as part of Infiltrator units. Quickly activating the comm, he first attempted to send a communication to Skywatch..

>>>Skywatch... notify all infiltrator units to gather at the breach... Skywatch.. respond..>>Mechs.. Take up defensive positions in the 'con fortifications.. MOVE IT!<< he boomed, attempting to rally his men. They were tired, many were battered, but by Primus he was NOT going to lose this breach. Limping slightly, he backed away slowly with the accumilated Autobots.

He just hoped Nova Strike and IMpactor's teams might be aware of their plight and come to help fortify their position

Defensive Breach

The Decepticon reserve force led by the Terrorcons clashed into the Autobot ranks. Gunfire, smoke, screams of agony and the spilling of mech fluid intensified throughout the burning section of Polyhex. The city known for millenia for its institutes of reserach, development, one of the foundations of knowledge all across Cybertron was rapidly turning into a devastated, smoldering pile of ash and rubble.

Many lay dead, some suffering their last breems of functioning, stomped and left by those who still stood and fought a blind, raging battle to simply destroy their enemies.

At the same moment the Decepticon wedge blew into the side of the Autobot contingent, Shockwave himself was engulfed in spheres of fire, from all the might Fortress Maximus unleashed on him. The counterstrike did not surprise the Military Operations Commander, not from one of the hulking Autobot's magnitude.

His alternate mode not possessing the agility to execute evasive maneuvers, Shockwave reverted back to his robot form, to escape the return fire at least partially. His body boiled, melted, cracked and screamed as beam after beam tore into him. But the pain he felt was nothing more than the empty screams of some neural circuitry.

In the euqation of battle protocoll, victory was rated much higher than a neural circuitry's stimuli.

Gliding into the firestorm as a giant gun and exiting as a mechanoid shape, Shockwave began to dive. His now charred and scarred frame took aim, and as Onslaught's support fire wore off and the dusts of smoke from it furled away, it began to fall at Fortress Maximus.

Probability of victory over Fortress Maximus in close combat: 38.572541% Probability of victory over Fortress Maximus in ranged combat: 49.215375% Conclusion: close range strike is not preferrable, therefore unexpected. Risk factor: 69.253759% The bits of data and calculation ran through Shockwave's mind. Time was of essence. And the most effective way of winning time now was launching unexpected attacks.

Shutting down his anti-gravity systems, he fell down, aiming to smash into Fortress Maximus, his left hand ending in a gunbarrel held forward, to open fire in the last minute, and send a concentrated gamma ray at the Autobot titan's cranial unit.

Killzone

Razorclaw had to give his opponent credit. He'd believed this fight was over. But the Autobot surprised him by surviving the blow of his sword and actually putting the piece of debris to good (for him, anyway) use. He felt the blow to his arm, but his grip on his sword remained tight as he staggered down and his face met the Autobot's fist.

Of course, this only served to make Razorclaw growl more viciously. NOW he wanted to kill this Autobot even more for trying to resist being killed in the first place. Irrational, Razorclaw knew, but instincts were instincts, and the trick was to channel them rather than become consumed by them. With his whole body staggering downward he raised himself back up as fast as he could, swinging his sword up even higher right underneath the Autobot's makeshift weapon and hopefully take some of his chest armor with it.

Skies over the Kill Zone

As Blink and Wink move towards Skydive they pick up Nightraid coming to join them. Blink sends a message back to him

"The more the merrier."

As Silverbolt opened fire his shots didn't cause too much threat as he didn't take the time to aim, and he was trying to fire at three Seekers who had a good amount of space between them.

They then get the message from Nightraid to guard their rear. They were hoping that wouldn't be needed as they had thought they could pick off the lead Autobot on Starscream's tail quickly. However, since there first shots didn't seem to work, it seemed that guarding the rear would be needed.

"Roger, we're on it."

However, before they could they get their reward for trying to save Starscream their leader as anti-air gun fire starts to go up around them.

"What is that?"

"Is that from our own team?"

Unable to get into a formation to attack, they pull out trying to get out of the line of fire. They drop down in hopes that they would avoid the fire.

"Nightraid, send them a message telling them were up here!"

The Killzone

Alas, with his forward momentum, Hardhead was unable to dodge and weave like he had done before, and Razorclaw's sword slashed home, causing the normally stalward autobot to yell out in pain. By now, there was a serious gash in his armour, and the sparks coming from it indicated that the blade had begun to cut into his inner circuitry.

Fluids exploding from his chest, Hardhead still pressed on. No matter what, he would not stop, he would not yield. He would keep on fighting through the pain dispite the possibility that it ending him.

Lunging towards Razorclaw, materialising one of his shatterblasters once again, he made a dangerous gambit, and at point blank range, opened fire, his other hand moving to attempt to grab Razorclaw's sword arm

Secondary Command Bunker, Autobot lines

The autobot sattelite feeds dropped off rapidly one by one until they were all offline. pity Skywatch thought as the spysats went offline pity I can't see what's hitting them.
Secondary antenna raised from his slablike chassis, one unfurled to a small sattelite dish. It spent a few precious seconds getting the alignement just so to the primary factory moon in direct orbit above Cybertron "Less than ideal, but workable"
The schematic reasserted itself, but lacked much the normal detail. Memory banks painted an older picture of force locations and that slowly updated. Units jumped position and jittered about until their transmissions reached the moon, and the telemetry came back. Defintely a lag.
long range anti-air support was out of the question at this point.


">>>S-yw-tch... not-fy l ---ilt-at-r un--s ga-h-r -t th- b- each... -kywat-h.. re-p--d..<<< The transmission was broken, and nearly unrecognizable with the interference. Still the overhead view may be a few seconds out of date, but one thing was clear...Fortress Maximus wasn't able to respond fast enough to his warning about the reinforcements. He was cut off, and they were vulnerable to the bunker complex he found earlier

Fine. Now things had to be done the hard way.

" Silverbolt you are clear of aggressors. Get you team assembled. Priority ground support, Fortress Maximus's position. Maximum prejudice. Break"

He shifted channels "All Artillery units, Bunker 1137 priority fire plan" he squirted a targeting reference on a side channel "Maximum sustained fire. Walk the fire back to the Decepticon lines. Break."

another channel shift "all special warfare units tasked for breaching duty, move into the line. Do not engage Decepticon line units. Good hunting" He shut the channels down while aknowlegements started coming in. He kept the tactical channels open for intra-unit commo..but that was secondary now.

The signals from the moon weren't going to get better for a few hours now. Time to get involed.
He rose on his grav drive and started sliding forwards the melee in the lines. By the time he hit the forwards bunker line he was at max velocity.
In the distance the Decepticon Commander was seen to transform and fall on the wounded battle station, even as shells began to fall in a line just beyond.
Skywatch zoomed his targeting sights in. Noted the rents in Shockwave's armor. Sighted on in the one in the upper torso and started ripple firing his ion cannons. He couldn't damage the commander at this range...but the gaps already blown open would allow the secondary effects to have full effect for a while.