The Energon Pub

[Decepticon automated defence control bunker]

"Oh Frag!"

Watching the battle from the view screen in the small fortification bunker until the power ran out and everything went blank, Psychout dropped down off the huge command chair and yelled to Mal Practice, his long suffering scientist partner, in an agitated tone;
"Mal!! Get the power back up! Fort Max is slagged thanks to Megatron, but from the chaos up there it looks like the Autobot reinforcements have shown up, he's big, red and fired your aft from the Autobots about 6 megacycles ago, looks like he just dropped Shockwave too. Bet Megatron's fluids are boiling now..."

Mal Practice's response was as gracious as his ususal bedside manner "Power? Are you slagging me!? Not even Bumblebee could function on these reserves. How about you stop wasting my time with your ridiculous commentary and we get out there and see who needs patching up; re-activating Shockwave would be a good start. damned cassettes...

Psychout was already on edge, being inside small chambers was hard enough for the clautrophobic 'con, but this tiny bunker was already freaking him out. Even the battlefield was better than this tiny chamber and he knew their combined medical skills were the best chance the Decepticons had of Shockwave making a rapid recovery without a long CR chamber trip. He urgently booted the door open and flicked a low glance each way to be sure the coast was clear.

"Its clear, lets move!"

Mal stepped cautiously out of the bunker into the explosive Cybertronian night and, assuming his ambulance alt mode, he paused to allow his collegue into the drivers seat.
"Get in! I need you to pin-point Shockwaves position so I can get us there in one peice. Shouldn't be hard to find him, just look for the giant corpse of Fort Maximus..."

Psychout slammed and locked shut the door, climbed into his ride and gunning the accellerator, the scheming pair of Decepticons sped towards the battlefield and their fallen commander.

Black Death's playground

"AAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!" Juggernaut growled as the axe of the smaller Corrupticon seared through the protection of his knee-joint and hit one of his few soft-spots. The pain was great, but it wasn't fatal. The wound hampered him slightly. His balance was suffering a bit, but he managed to stand on both his legs and swing his shockhammer after the gladiator. The swing itself was a bit uncoordinated as it was triggered by sudden anger and pain.

At the same moment he received a disturbing communiqué from his friend and leader, Fortress Maximus.

>

Meanwhile, Forte had done the mistake and charged in to engage Bane in close-combat. Bane could do nothing as long as she kept her distance, but in melee he was in his element. Not many had a chance face-to-face with him and he was sure that this female Autobot was not one of them. He threw one of his swords at her and began running towards her, ready to strike with the other sword. If she somehow would dodge or parry the first attack, he would already be close enough to attack her by eliminating the greatest threat to her; her gun.

In the skies above the battlefield Quantum appeared with a handful of seekers he had been able to rally from the chaos. They quickly joined up with Ramjet, Nightraid and the others.
"How is the situation?"

The Killzone

As Bane threw a sword to Forte, she didn't hesitate to take action, her battle instincts taking over completely now. He was charging with the other sword, ready for a back-up attack if she were to dodge the first weapon - which she did. Forte leapt over the sword and allowed it to pass under her legs as she spun around, stretch out a leg to knock the second sword away, and her other leg raised to slam down on the Currupticon's head. This femme meant business, and she wasn't afraid to risk it all.

Skies above Killzone

Stormrune lazily dodged the plasma shots that Havok had sent his way as he listened in on the situation reports being sent back and forth between units. The fall of Fortress Maximus and the arrival of Optimus Prime had caused the moral of the Autobot forces to swing one way then the other. In his opinion the battle was now in a crucial stage.

First thing to do in this situation was to break the jaws of the trap the assault forces were in, that meant taking out the turrets that were tarring them up in a murderous crossfire. Still it would be rude to leave that Decepticon without a parting gift.

As he Flew directly over Havoks location the bay doors of the bomber opened and a string of bombs tumbled out and fell towards the ground below.

The killzone

Thrall grinned slightly as his attack struck home, striking exactly where he had intended to. The subsequent damage to Juggernaught's performance was instantly recognised by the Corrupticon, who only had to roll out of the way of the incoming Shockhammer that annilalated the ground that he had only just been standing upon.

Getting up, his fuel pump pounding in his chest, his optics flashing bright red with exhileration, Thrall broke into a run and engaging his flight mode, actually ran up Juggernaught's arm, before throwing himself into the air. His axe he dragged behind him as he threw it down in an overhead arc towards his opponant, hoping to cut Juggernaught's head into two

"TIME TER DIE!!"

Skies above the Killzone

>>I’ve picked up a few dents and dings, but I’m still good to go.>Just tell me what you want me to scrap, and I’ll smash it up.<<

Skies above Polyhex

Space Case followed along behind Hooligan as they flew back toward the battlefield, their ammo supplies now fully restocked.

“Hey, Case. You go on and fly around the Autobot backfield, see if you can kill some more medics.” Hooligan said to his partner.

“Yeah. Okay.” Space Case replied. “What about you? Don’t you want to come with me?”

“Don’t worry.” Hooligan reassured him. “I’ll join you in a little bit. I’m just going to take care of some other business first.” Hooligan then banked away, leaving Space Case to his own devices.

Like Hooligan had told him too, Space Case continued on, heading around the main fighting. He soon noticed another little skirmish, well back from the central conflict at the breach in the Polyhex border. A pair of large, dangerous looking Decepticons appeared to be leading some other soldiers in a fight against a small group of Autobots. He had a feeling that he should know who the Decepticons were, but he couldn’t seem to remember their names.

A bit back from this fight, he could see a medic working on an injured bot. Locking his weapons systems onto Brewer, Space Case swooped down and launched off one of his new missiles. Space Case leveled off after firing, but didn’t pull away yet, as he wanted to watch the missile annihilate the Autobot.

Skies above the Breach

Hooligan transformed to robot mode and flew down behind a building as he approached the main conflict. The ground forces seemed to be fairly preoccupied with each other, so he didn’t think he would face to much ground fire. However, it seemed that some of the Autobot fliers had broken off from the aerial battle to strafe the Decepticon forces defending Polyhex. He was going to have to be careful not to get too close to them and attract their attention.

Flying closer to the Polyhex border, Hooligan noticed a pair of Autobots crouched in the doorway to one of the Decepticon defensive bunkers. Two more Autobots inside the bunker appeared to be working on repositioning a Decepticon heavy laser cannon that had previously been pointed toward Nova Cronum, while the bots in the doorway used their own rifles to hold off a group of Decepticons that were trying to move in on the bunker to retake it.

Landing on top of a nearby building, next to a Decepticon artillery cannon that looked like it had seen better days, Hooligan sighted down his right arm and launched a missile through the doorway, right between the two Autobots. The projectile hit the heavy cannon, completely obliterating the weapon and leaving very little of the two bots that had been trying to move it. The two Autobots in the doorway survived the explosion, but the close proximity of the detonation was still enough to damage them pretty badly and throw them against the bunker walls. This was all the opening that the nearby Decepticons needed, and they quickly rushed into the bunker to finish off the surviving Autobots.

Hooligan, however, had already moved on before his missile had even reached the doorway, and was even now looking for another juicy target. He soon spotted a pair of Autobot sharp shooters peaking over a ruined wall and picking off any Decepticons they could get a clear shot at.

One of Hooligan’s missiles flew into the wall directly in front of one of the sharp shooters. Burning chunks of the already ruined structure flew into the Autobot’s chest, ripping through his armor and ruining his internal systems. The other Autobot, while relatively undamaged, was still knocked back by the explosion, and by the time he climbed back to his feet, his attacker was nowhere to be seen.

While he may be a practical joker outside of battle, and would flee if he came under fire, Hooligan was doing quite well for himself, here. Between the confusion of the melee on the ground, and all the tall buildings he could slip between for cover, the hit and run specialist was in his element.

Hooligan then spotted another target as he moved around the battlefield. While information on a number of the better known Autobots was readily available to the bulk of the Decepticon troops, Hooligan wasn’t the sort that would take the time to study this information. This Autobot, however, was one that any Cybertronian would recognize on sight.

Hooligan readied another missile and moved into range. If I can take him out, Megatron will reward me beyond my wildest dreams. Hooligan thought to himself as he took aim at Optimus Prime. Letting the missile fly, Hooligan quickly flew off behind a nearby tower to avoid detection while he made his way around the field to find a new angle from which to attack the Autobot commander.

The Killzone

There was something wrong. Brewer's deep thoughts told him to escape before it was too late, but he didn't know why. There was a sound from above - like an aerial craft and some small, long whistle. The Search and Rescue Specialist looked up and nearly popped out his optics as he noticed the bomb falling at high speeds toward him and his patient. "Gah!" Brewer quickly grabbed the nearly repaired Dogfight and pulled him along for the ride to get away.

They barely made it out of direct hit, but the damage was still pretty well done. Brewer had managed to get Dogfight out of the way, plenty ahead of him, but as for himself... it was a much more brutal story. A look behind him revealed Brewer's fear to have come true - his legs were near destroyed, one already gone, and the other only damaged and dislocated. "Frag!" he exclaimed in pain, finally feeling the aftermath, and opened a link back to the bunker:



At that, he used his arms to pull himself to the still out Autobot and rebooted him, hoping to get a little cover. "Come on, Dogfight. You owe me and you know it."

[Entering The Killzone]

Cornering like he was on rails, Mal Practice ploughed his way through the fallen and wounded in his determination to get to Shockwave in time - this was what he was designed for - a solo emergency battlefield repair outpost and he knew that only Psychout and he had the skill and the tools available to get his Commander operational again without a CR chamber and they were running out of time. Too busy calculating to concentrate on the road, Mal was relying on his small cassette passenger to guide him whilst he attempted to get a fix on Shockwaves condition and location.

Suddenly they were shaken by a rocket explosion ahead and when he drew level with the shattered body of Brewer Mal slammed on the brakes, hard. Throwing open his side door, he extended an energon scalpel on a robtic arm which hovered menacingly mere inches above Brewers almost closed left eye.

Psychout activated his fear circuitry and addressed the failing Autobot in a dark, powerful tone from his seat;
"So they left you out here to die again Autobot? Your determination is almost as likely to get you killed as your incompetent superiors! Didnt I tell you we would meet again...?" The small cassette nimbly leapt out of the black emergency vehicle, recovered the remainder of the Autobot search and rescue specialist's limbs and threw them unceremoniously into the back of Mal Practice. He then bent low over Brewer so his face was nearly touching his and whispered softly "Do not be afraid, no harm will come to you as long as you do not try to escape. Quite the opposite infact!"

Psychout gave the reactivating Dogfight a cursory glance and returned his gaze to Brewer, then without looking away from his captives eyes he aimed his plasma pistol and shot Dogfight twice in the head, silencing him again. "Nothing keeping you here now, is there? Best you come with us, my friend, with any luck we may be able to save your limbs..." Psychout stood up as a crane arm extended from the back of Mal and quickly scooped the still concious Brewer up like a rag-doll, as Psychout threw away his communications device.

The door had hardly even slammed shut when Mal gunned the accellerator and Brewer was strapped onto a bench and a probe was gently inerted into his temple. Psychout took a reading, "MAL!! His Gamma readings prove positive, this guy should have everything we need.
"So, lets see... Designation: Brewer; Rescue Vehicle class; Autobot configuration *tut*, third generation cardiofiltration and neural interface manifolds,fifth release of the mobility circuitry and, check these out, advanced system detection and diagnosic relays! Heh, their medical data hasn't improved since your time there either..."

"Huh! Thats 'cos I designed it!" came the gruff response from the vehicle itself.

Then, as if remembering his bedside manner, Psychout deactivated his fear circuitry, picked up one of Brewers severed limbs for closer inspection and addressed Brewer in a polite and casual voice; "So Brewer, what seems to be the problem then?"

The Killzone

It all happened so fast, Brewer didn't have time to react to much besides a few stammers and personal thoughts. He witnessed his just finished patient fall once again to a very fatal attack in the cranial unit, and all Brewer could really think about was: I just repaired him! It wasn't as if he could protect the bot anyway, but he would get revenge... somehow.

The cassetticon was a nusance to him, leaning far too close to his face for comfort, Brewer wanted to bite the small 'con's nose off. Suddenly, he was tossed onto a black vehicle and strapped to a bench and a probe attacked his head without hesitation. Readings escaped Psychout's vocalizers as he studied what Brewer was capable of. Something trouble him, though - "this guy should have everything we need"? What was this suppose to mean?

And once again, the 'con was in his face, asking a sly question just to get on Brewer's nerves. "You... know exactly what the problem is." His legs ached as he saw Psychout lift his missing half of his limb. "And what's this about listing my components?" Brewer was too smart to take threats lightly, so he remained relatively calm within the terms of not escaping. He knew there wouldn't be a chance for him to live if he pulled something like that.

[Surfing the Killzone]

Psychout raised the illumination levels inside the rear section of Mal Practice. The journey wasnt especially rough, but it was clear that Mal needed to get to his destination in a hurry.

Sitting on an expensive looking peice of machinery, Psychout began to chew on a glowing metal rod and glanced over at their 'patient'.
"You havent lost your sense of humour then?" He re-assured the Autobot. "As we said before, we dont kill fellow Scientists, we - you - are the chosen of Cybertron, chosen to ensure that our race survives eternally! We are destined to lead, created to be the sole survivors of this terrible conflict. The only reason you dont see this is becuse the Autobots will not let you, they prefer to keep you in ignorance of your potential as you follow that deathtrap Matrix carried by Murderer Prime whilst they send you into trap after trap to prevent you finding the truth...

The dialogue was broken by the strange sound of an ambulance spitting in disgust, who then took over the conversation...

*ahem* "As my partner was almost telling you Brewer", interrupted Mal Practice, "You possess a rare component that filters gamma radiation as part of your grade of medical diagnostics array, its a old component only available in certain rescue-class models such as yourself and the rescue helcopter, the Decpeticons use them for weapons research and organic's analysis. Shockwave needs it and we will be using it. If you behave we will let you have one back afterwards and if you co-operate I may even use anestetic when I cut it from your optical cavity. Any Questions?"
Mal finished on this grim tone, his bedside manner clearly less practiced even than Psychout's.

Sensing Brewers continued confusion, Psychout waved the rod he had been chewing in front of the patients face, grinning like a juvenile; "Refined crystaline energon. You'd call it an illegal energon suppliment. Lets just say it will take your mind off things for a little while - we wouldnt want you nodding off on us now, would we? Not now we have the chance to get to know each other so much better... Psychout, clearly enjoying his moment, flicked a few switches and prodded a hologramatic console with the rod. A low red glow enveloped the lower half of Brewer as the cvassette began to skillfully and delicately re-attach Brewers severed limbs, humming to himself as he worked.


[exterior]
The smoke of the raging battlefield make it near impossible to see as Mal Practice continued with his cargo towards his destiny, the now visible remains of the downed Fortress Maximus laying prone for all to see. He wished he could loot the circuitry of a bohemouth like that, but he knew Shockwave comes first... maybe loot later?

"Now, where in The Pit did that cycloptic calculator fall?"

Skies above the killzone

"Affirmative. Well done Ramjet. Rejoin us and we shall launch a counterattack and clear the sky off..." he said.
"Hmmm it seems the Autobots are launching a counter offensive on the ground" Nightraid suddenly said.
"Very well... with part of their airforce locked on the ground in combat... we shall engage and cripple what lingers in the air and than bomb the enemy forces into oblivion in a unified offensive. Aircontrol shall lead to groundcontrol" he said "We must not loose. Let us go forth as disciplined soldiers and show the Autobots why quality supercedes quantity!".
"Decepticon Seekers follow me... Gamma formation" the tactician said as he accelerated and opened fire.
Together the wave of remaining Decepticon Seekers in the air swept forth unleashing their fire on the Autobot airforce elements that had lingered in the air.

Surfing the Kill-zone

Crueljaw cursed his timing his trip from the catacombs where he was guard duty, it had gotten the growling tumbler to the battle late. Megatron himself could be seen not far into the distance creating horrific damage to the autobots that dared to attack him. Crueljaw roared over a ridge and very nearly collided with a rapidly moving ambulance “HEY Muffler mouth where’d you learn to drive? EARTH!”

Crueljaw’s attention was peaked the rear door of the ambulance closed, he’d caught a glimpse of an Autobot. “Oooh! Interrogation? Hey Doc wait up I want in on this”

The black Tumbler spun 180 and chased after the Ambulance catching him up with relative ease “so were ya heading Doc?” Crueljaw wasn’t really bothered he just wanted to inflict some serious pain on an Autobot with his Vibro knife.

The Killzone

It was all too quick for Orpheus. Not too long ago, the only thing he had to focus on was fighting Rampage, now though, the somewhat intelligence limited Autobot was having to deal with multiple problems. First he was retreating, then he wasn't, Hardhead was still in danger, and Rampage was still trying to cleave him limb from limb, in between shooting the slag out of him, it was times like these that he wished he wasn't on his own.

Orpheus had managed to work his way up from crawling to a crouched position, but he had had to halt his progress to give his circuits time to work out what was the best course of action "I got told to retreat by one Officer, but now I'm told to push on, and that sounded like Optimus, but what about Hardhead?" The young warrior's thoughts raced through his circuits, all the while Rampage was closing in on him.

"Slaggit!!" Orpheus shouted as he came to his conclusion "I'm getting Hardhead out of here, then I'll come back and continue fighting" He announced as though someone was listening to him. The fact was the only one close enough to hear him was Rampage, a fact that dawned on Orpheus as the Predacon appeared once more brandishing his sword, and yet again, the sword was heading for Orpheus with evil intentions. In a reflex reaction, Orpheus tried to jump out of the way, but the rubble underneath his foot failed to support his weight, causing the black 'Bot to slip and fall onto his back, leaving him completely at the mercy of Rampage...

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Polyhex Line ~ The Breach

It seemed as though Silverbolt's time in charge was possibly the shortest ever recorded as his first order was immediately cancelled out by the arrival of Optimus Prime and the reinforcements from Iacon. Those Autobots around the Aerialbot Commander halted their retreat as soon as the order was given, and immediately resumed fighting, with the same determination and resolve that was present at the start of the battle, even Silverbolt's systems got a small boost from just knowing the Autobot Commander was on the field of battle.

Now waving Autobots back into the fray, Silverbolt took the opportunity to let his leader know he was ready for command "Silverbolt reporting in Optimus Sir, the Aerialbots are at your disposal. I'm currently down assisting the ground forces in lew of Maximus' injuries, just tell me where you need me"


Havok's attack had, as he expected, not found it's mark, all it had done was open him up for a repeat attack from Stormrune. As the Autobot bomber unleashed his attack, the Corrupticon's 3 heads all looked up and spat more plasma in their direction, in disgust more than in defense. Havok knew that if he stayed where he was, he would probably meet a rather grim fate.

Transforming back into his robot mode, the Corrupticon began to run towards one of the empty bunkers, when he noticed the remaining member of his little team just standing, watching the bombs as they closed in on him "MOVE!!!" Havok shouted, the young Decepticon didn't respond "MOVE YOUR AFT!!! NOW!!!" He shouted once more, this time getting the young Mech's attention, but still he didn't move. Havok growled as he changed his course towards the bunker for one in the direction of the immobile 'Con.

In full flow, the former Gladiator grabbed the stationary grunt with one arm, and proceeded to launch him through the closed door of the bunker head first "Hmm, must remember that for future reference" Havok thought to himself as he noted how efectively his follower had breached the door, an observation that was cut short as the bombs impacted on the ground, the Corrupticon getting caught in the blast radius, the force of which propelled him through the doorway and into the bunker wall, back first, landing on top of his door breacher.

As he lay upside down, something slowly came back to Havok, something that had disapeared during his long period of deactivation and recovery. He knew he loathed Autobots, deeply, but he reserved a special loathing for the aerial contingent of Prime's army, and his most recent injuries only served to reinforce that loathing. Righting himself so he was now sitting with his back against the wall, Havok looked out of the bunker and spat a glob of energon out the door that had collected in his mouth from one of his injuries "Pitiful Autobot scum, you can't win..." He mumbled to himself, only interrupted by a groan from the young Decepticon he was sitting on.

The Killzone

All in all the entire fight had been quite fun for Rampage he'd been able to fight someone who didn't just fall under his sword and had actaully given a moderate fight back.

Rampage was mildly amused to hear this autobot, who could barely stand; proclaim that he was going to continue to fight as soon as his comrade was out of the way. Snorting rampage just continued his advance. He was moderately impressed to see Orpheus struggle to get out of they way; but the autobot fell on his back. Hmmm that had just made his job a whole lot easier.

Smirking ferrally Ramapage advanced.

((OCC: ummm not too sure what to do here. Help?))

Killzone

Patchwork was once again traversing the dangerous area between the 2 cities, a place that was still very dangerous despite the focus of the battle shifting somewhat towards the Autobot beachhead.

The airborne medic was carrying the cores of several downed Autobots for re-installation into new bodies because of battle damage that was too extensive to repair in the field. He’d have to head back after the drop off, still, heading away from the biggest concentration of firepower on the battlefield was a relief, he wasn’t a warrior anymore after all.

‘I should try and get Fortess Maximus up and running again, I like the idea of all that armour around me on this death-trap of a mission.’ Patchwork thought as he traversed the cybertronian landscape at speed.

Glancing downward he caught what looked to be the end of one of the many small battles that made up the larger conflict going on. As he took the situation in his processors battled with themselves.

‘>’

He sometimes hated his oath.

Diving down towards his target he took aim and opened fire on Rampage with both Ion Guns.

Skies above Breach

Stormrune didn’t even notice Havoks attacks, as he was busy dodging several Seekers. As he managed to tag one of his tormentors in the wing he opened a comm. link to Silverbolt.

‘>’

Desperately banking around another barrage of laser fire that punched a few new holes in his armour the large flyer hoped help came soon.

The Killzone

Wait... Optic? They were going behind his optic? Oh, what a pain this would be. Brewer surely didn't want any work done there, but he was gracious for the leg repairs, and the possible anestetics that would be used. On the other hand, he didn't want to help the Decepticons get another aid in battle - especially one such as Shockwave. It was a hard decision to make: Allow them to take this "rare component" and most probably live, or not allow them and die. What about is ally - Forte? What would she do? What would he do?

Suddenly, a plan boiled into his mind. It was going to be hard to pull off, but there were a few possible ways to make it work - hopefully, two of them were open. "I won't believe a word of what you tell me about being played, but I'll go along with your little 'save Shockwave' plan." For now...

[The Killzone by Fort Max's carcass]

Even from this distance Mal Practice could see that he was too late to recover Shockwave without CR facilities, but he was damned if he wasnt going to try anyway. He parked up, Psychout jumped out and Mal detached his robot mode half from the rear-section lab bench that expanded with the scared Brewer still straped on.

He addressed Brewer directly, "Believe what you will about Optimus Prime; for all his nobility and desire to champion the weak, the cause he leads is pretty good at exterminating those who disagree with him.
"But now is your time to further the cause of freedom. See that purple mess of circuits there?" Mal indicated Shockwave's messy corpse near his feet"He stands for our future. He will ensure our race survives this conflict, at any cost. So, now you can say that you have followed the same noble cause! heh heh heh..."

Mal's eyes closed for a fraction of a second as he channelled his energon and concentrated. He crouched down onto the ground and mumbles a few words and in an instant exploded with a huge energon burst. It hovered in the air above his head breifly and then burst out sideways, spreading like an umbrella to a protective energon dome tightly encompassing Shockwaves corpse, the lab bench and donor and the maniacal surgeon.
"The doctor is in..."


Standing back, Psychout called towards Crueljaw still following them; "Its time to rumble! Wanna see how much damage a Cassette can cause to a full sized Autobot? Anything that tries to interfere with that energon dome is to be slagged, look like you joined the battle just in time!!" And with that, Psychout hefted his gun, and began to watch for targets...

The Kill Zone

Crueljaw skidded to a halt at the sight of the energon dome appearing right in front of him, reversing a few metres he initiated his transformation sequence. Seconds later and the intimidating form of Crueljaw was looking down on the smaller Cassette, “Cassette’s why is it cassettes always have attitude” the larger warrior grumbled as he pulled his plasma shotgun from a compartment in his leg.

Motioning to the lifeless form of shockwave in the background “what happened to the one eyed calculator” his question was just a bit of idle chatter as he turned his head to find some cover. He was feeling exposed “by the way the names Crueljaw” the warrior said as he piled a couple of corpses on top of each other and crouched down behind the makeshift defence his shotgun in hand.

Over the Killzone

A purple Seeker, flew though the skies moving into the Killzone. Banking to the left she narrowly avoided getting hit by the various weapon fire that filled the sky of the battle feild. Opening a General comlink. "This is Scramble, reporting for duty." Not to any commander in particular though. So many dead and wounded, she would gasp if she was fleshing in horror at the sight of so many fallen chasis's Autobot in Decepticon alike.

Moving lower to the ground the Seeker kept her sensor peeled for any situation she could assist in. This would make her an easier target for ground forces, but unfortunetly was much needed if she was to use her abilities to there peak, and perhaps save a Decepticons spark from fading. Mal's bubble as fate would have drawing her attention as a peice of metal bounced off her armor. Transforming as she landed, her repair kid in her left had, gripping the handle on it she rushed to the edge of the bubble.

Her optics widened at the brutal shape the Decepticon commander Shockwave was in. "Is he functional at all?" She never had much contact with the mechanoid, but knew from reports and tales how important a leader he was. "I am a medic let me help you!" She cried as she reached out to touch the bubble lightly then jerked her hand back waving. Glancing upward, "Slag!" She fired her Ionic blaster into the sky at a random autobot flier as the ground shook from the bomb it had released near by. "Two repairs is better than one!" She implored the Decepticon Doctor within the sheilding

She paid no mind any nearby autobots, her fault and merit. The only thing she paid attention to was the damaged bulk the Decepticon doctor and his sheild hovered over.

[The Killzone by the corpse of Fort Max]

Under his protective energon dome, Mal Practice was oblivious to the outside world. Expertly placing a metal probe array on the nervous looking Brewer's forehead, he monitored as the autobot's lifesigns began to slow down and level off. It would take a few seconds for Brewer to go under completely and Mal took this opportunity to take a closer look at Shockwaves injuries.

A cursory examination of his commanders wounds instantly told Mal that there was no chance of him being awakened immediately, Optimus Prime's Ion Cannon blast had shattered many of his internal systems and had nullified his power core. The pPurple decepticon leader was a total mess.
Deftly isolating his commanders spark and placing it into stasis confinement, Mal began the laborious job of reconstucting Shockwaves skeleton and evaluating the surviving parts of the giant purple 'con. After a few minutes, the surgical expert had isolated the core linkages required and had re-energised Shockwaves power core, but his radiation filters were totally slagged. Without them, Shockwave would die of his own special ability...

"Now, young Brewer" He said to the groggy Autobot donor, "this is why radiation specialists need rare and specific components..." He cracked open a small compartment in Shockwaves chest which began to glow with an uncomfortable heat and, plugging it with his finger, he reached inside a pulled out a small lens and held it up in front of Brewer. It had a green tint to it and resembled a humanoid eye. He then threw it onto the ground and crushed it under his feet, activated his laser sclapel and leant purposefully over brewers face and began to skillfully remove the top lens of brewers left optic. "Lets hope yours is of the same quality. Its time to fulfil your role in the survival of our species!" Mal cackled, clearly enjoying his job far too much...

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[Killzone Foxhole next to Mal's energon dome]

Noticing the brightly coloured new arrival, the black cassetticon, Psychout, yelled over to Scramble from his fox-hole between barrages of gunfire.
"He cant hear you! When he begins a procedure there is nothing that can stop him, but you'll be needed here alright. In a few seconds time, the Autobots will realise exactly what we are up to, and then its going to get very warm here..." He then remembered his manners and introduced himself, "Im Psychout, Warfare Research Technician under Shockwave, the doctor over there is Mal Practice, Chief Research Surgeon at Polyhex. The big black tank here wiht me is Crueljaw... I hope you know how to use those things" he indicated towards her weapons, "As you are standing at ground zero for the Autbot recovery teams..."

"Here they come" Psychout yelled...

(((OOC: erm... Are there any Autobots left in the battle?)))

Killzone -Shockwaves Remains?

The violet fembot; regarded the black cassetticon curiously for a moment. Her gaze moving to each Mechanoid he mentioned. "Scramble Combat Medic." She kept her own introduction short and sweet. Moving around the bubble closer to Psycout, her optics scanning over the area quickly, in an attempt to asses the situation. "I can use them well enough in a pinch." A small grin, on her face. "But I wouldn't rely on me to stand up to his kind of firepower." She said motioning to the burnt out hulk that had once been Maximus. Quickly however that grin was gone, as a red visor slid downward covering her optics.

"Either of you need repairs?" Settling the briefcase, field repair kit down beside her. Her right arm pointed outward at where she supposed an Autobot counter attack might come from, her Ionic Scrambler charged and ready to fire. "My weapon only temporarily disables, and my pistol runs out of energy too quickly. Only have two spare ammunition cells for it." That blank mask in place, the young fembots fear welled inside of her. She was always scared in combat, but her skills were needed and this is where she had to be. After all, one need not be a coward for being afraid.

The Killzone

Brewer squirmed unconfortably as Mal Practice began his procedures. He wanted to jump up and attack the medic, but something held him back - perhaps hope that his plan would go well. Something struck him though, slapping Brewer in the face as he remembered a vital piece of his plan - he needed a way of communication. He had forgotten that Psychout had removed his links before loading the S&R Specialist. Fraggit!, he thought to himself, mentally punching his face. As to what he could do now, Brewer didn't know, but there had to be something he could come up with.

Asess the situation. What were his possibilities? If Forte wasn't on her rampage, he could have been saved by now. She barely ever leaves his side. If Brewer fought back, he'd most probably be killed or kept for diabolic Decepticon mad-genious purposes. Who else would be on his side? The back-up! Brewer recalled that he had ordered back-up just before he was captured. Hopefully they still had a reading on his position and would find him soon. Hopefully they would come...

The Killzone

Crueljaw ducked as several shots pinged around his makeshift cover he glanced at Psychout, who was yelling at something or someone. Seeing as all the autobots were out of range of his shotgun, the decepticon stole a glance behind him, a Purple seeker attempting to enter the energon shield.
“By the pit if its not a cassette with Attitude it’s a seeker displaying why they are sent in first” Crueljaw thought as he turned to Psychout’s direction and scrambled over to the small con

“I’ll be right back I want a trophy from the big lummox laid out over there” growled crueljaw as he made his way towards the trashed body of Maximus

[The Killzone]

Releasing a barrage of gunfire, Psychout clipped the head of the last of the intial wave of autobots trying to stop them reactivting Shockwave, and it dropped like a stone.
Suppressing a chuckle as Crueljaw declared his intent to go looting, he responded; "Lets see if we cant make a few credits off the big hunk of scrap then" and called to his warrior companion "Will one of these help?" as he held up an arc-welder and a crowbar. "The valuable bits are in his chest and his head, if you can get his brain module out in one peice then in sure we can find a use for it!"

He turned to see Scramble's emotionless face mask and gave her a quizzical look. "Scramble, fancy helping us perform a pre-emptive autopsy on Fort Max? Until the rest of the autbots show up, I figure we need to make sure he stays in stasis lock for the longest possible time!" and arming his scalpel and and a medical scanner, Psychout began to climb out of his foxhole to follow Crueljaw.

Killzone

Psychout's words registered as she ducked a shot. Scavaging? She wanted to tell her fellow decepticon that she wasn't interested. True the credits on the fallen commanders would helpful, but thats not what made her rise slightly and turn her head to regard Psychout. "His braincase?" The thought made her ill, but the battles she'd seen had hardened her somewhat to such treatment of nonfunctioning robots.

"Lets see what we can salvage." Standing she fired a few shots of her Ionic Scrambler off towards the autobot lines and moved out with the smaller decepticon and Crueljaw. Snatching up her breifcase like repair kit, optics peeled for enemy forces she'd move across the battlefield towards Maximus's corpse with her two fellow Decepticons.