The Energon Pub

Polyhex Line ~ The Breach

"Understood Stormrune.." Silverbolt replied as he recieved the request from the bomber "..Permission granted, I'm sending Slingshot and 3 squads to assist you, proceed coordinates 23.71 for rendezvous before commencing attack run, Silverbolt out"

Quickly switching frequencies, Silverbolt contacted his ground support specialist "Slingshot, I want you to take 3 squads of groundmovers and proceed to coordinates 23.71 to meet up with Stormrune to conduct a attack run on the Decepticon gun emplacements, Silverbolt out" The Aerialbot Commander ended his comm message and was about to switch frequencies to his second in command when he got a reply through the existing commlink "Oh sure thing boss, I'm ok by the way, just took on 2 'Con flyers by myself, thanks for your concern though" Slingshot sarcastically replied as he began to marshall his troops and head off to the meeting point "Oh, I'm sorry Slingshot..." Silverbolt replied "..Are you ok? You are? Excellent, good to know, now shut up and get going"

Slingshot was less than impressed with his team leader's 'concern' with his wellbeing, but the VTOL jet didn't have a chance to reply as the link was cut and he had somewhere to be, so he got his squads into formation and headed off to his meeting point. While Silverbolt had been dealing with Slingshot, Fireflight had managed to make his way across from his landing site to meet up with his leader, relatively unscathed, and stood waiting while the Aerialbot Commander handed out more orders, this time to Skydive.

"Skydive, you're in charge of the Aerial forces for the forseeable future until I can get some repairs and get airborne again, make sure you keep the Seekers occupied and keep their attention off the ground troops. Is Air Raid with you? I lost radio contact with him sometime ago..." Silverbolt was cut off as Skydive replied "..Yes Sir, Air Raid is next to me now, he seems to have lost long range communications capability in the course of the battle. Leave the Seekers to me and Air Raid Sir, you make sure you get out of there in one piece Sir, Skydive out"

Silverbolt left it at that, he trusted Skydive probably more than any other 'Bot he knew. Turning to Fireflight, the Aerialbot Commander gave a quick smile "Good to see you Fireflight, seems like your attack went about as well as mine" The Aerialbot Scout gave a quick laugh in reply as he compared his injuries to his leader's "Looks like it Sir, shall we see if we can fight our way to Commander Maximus?" Fireflight asked, picking up a fallen rifle off the ground "Well, we're not exactly in our element here, but we can't just let Commander Maximus lay there at the mercy of the 'Cons, Primus knows what they'll do to him, lets go" Silverbolt finished before moving off, Fireflight following him.

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Skies Over The Breach

"So what did the boss say? We won yet?" Air Raid asked Skydive "Not yet Raid, but it won't be long now that Optimus and the Iacon reserves are here, it looks to me as though the 'Cons are on their last legs down there" Skydive replied as he noticed the Seekers had reformed themselves and where on the attack, strangely enough, not being led by Starscream "In the mean time, our job is to deal with that flying scum over there" The Aeialbot Tactician pointed out Nightraid, Quantum and Ramjet "With a bit of luck, we'll get some help from Skywatch, I believe I saw him heading back to the Maximus Line, looked like he needed some repairs" Skydive added.

"Slag Seekers, sounds like a plan to me..." Air Raid replied to Skydive "..Besides, I've got a score to settle with that slagger who did this to me" Air Raid added, hinting at his bent nosecone "..In fact, I see him now, so if you'll excuse me Skydive old friend..." The Black Jet didn't allow for a reply as he locked onto Quantum and immediately fired off a pair of missiles at the Seeker and kept up his direct course "He's not getting away this time" Air Raid said to himself.

Skydive meanwhile, far from getting annoyed at his fellow Aerialbot's tactics, followed suit and ordered all aerial squadrons to commence attack, he himself locking onto both Nightraid and Ramjet, firing off a heatseeking missile at each of them, while changing his course to set up his next attack on his targets.

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Killzone ~ Distress Signal Coordinates

Something wasn't right, not right at all. Archangel had picked up the distress signal from Brewer not long after the Iacon reinforcements had touched down, but he'd been made to wait while the attacking forces were let off the transport shuttles first. But now that he'd made his way out to the coordinates of the signal, all that was here was a partially patched up 'Bot who was in no immediate danger, some small pools of fluid and little else.

With little else to do, Archangel checked over Dogfight and finished up with some more minor repairs, the rest of his repairs required more equipment than the young Medic had on him. As he made sure there was no more he could do, something laying on the ground caught his optic, it looked like an internal commlink. The feeling of something being wrong intensified, and with some trepidation, Archangel opened a link to Brewer and spoke through it, only to hear his own voice coming from the discarded device.

Archangel cursed to himself, if only he could have got here sooner, he may have been able to stop whatever had happened to Brewer. It didn't matter that he barely knew the young S&R specialist, he was a friend of Forte's, and that was all Archangel needed to know. As he stood there, trying to work out his next move in locating Brewer, Archangel recieved Patchwork's message and gave a quick reply, having not heard from Ratchet in sometime, Archangel assumed that he was the ranking medical officer on the battlefield and therefore was in charge of all things medical.

>>Affirmative Patchwork, by all means, but don't put yourself in unnecessary danger while recovering patients, make sure the area is clear first, Archangel out<<

The fact that Archangel was telling another Medic to be careful was quite hypocritical as he was just about the worst 'Bot at putting himself in danger to get to a casualty. Regardless, the young Medic had already turned his attention to working out where Brewer was "If he's been captured by some 'Con, he's most likely somewhere back behind the Polyhex Line" He thought to himself, as he began to make his way across the battlefield towards the breach, and hopefully, Brewer...

Skies above Killzone

As the Autobot forces or quite softened, this is the perfect time to take command. Unfortunatly, if I do I won't be able to fall back on my own agian, I can only give an excuse for doing once for Megatron to buy it at all. Starscream thought as he cruised over the battle field. He first scanned for the remaining Seekers in formation and set a course to join them and take over command.

His sensors picked up what remained of Shockwave as well when he was sorting out Decepticon signals, "Heh, that's what you get for not knowing the right time to turn back." He knew he might have ended up like that if he didn't take a break a while back. "Now only Megatron has to show up and end up like that and I'll be doing well."

Starscream caught up with Nightraid, Quantum, and Ramjet, "Report! Are we ready to wrap up things here? You better be glad I pulled back in order to give our forces the boost I knew we would need at this point. Poor Shockwave... We can pick up the trash after we're done though."

Defensive Breach

He was here. Megatron didn’t even need to see him to know that Optimus Prime had taken the battlefield. He could see it in the strengthening resolve of the Autobots and the weakening resolve and fear on the faces of his Decepticons. Just as his own arrival on the battlefield had begun to tip the scales in their favor, so was Prime’s arrival tipping the scales back into the favor of the Autobots.

The Decepticon Commander began making his way through the battlefield, dispatching any Autobots in his way without thought. He was drawn to fight Prime, as he always was when the two commanders were both on the same battlefield. Megatron knew that he was the only Decepticon who could match Prime. He also knew it would be him and only him, who would strike down Optimus Prime once and for all.

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Optimus found himself quickly bombarded with signals from various other commanders and soldiers asking for additional orders. He took care off all of them with one simple order. >>”Autobots, meet up at Fortess Maximus’s position. We will make our final push there.”>”Be ready for my signal, we still might need you to finish this battle.”>”Affirmative”<< was the only reply he got and expected.

As they drew closer to the fallen Autobot, Prime spotted a few Decepticons moving towards him, like some carrion eaters ready to pick over a corpse. Prime opened fire at Crueljaw, Psychout and Scrambler, trying to drive them away from the wounded Autobot.

Prime heard the shouts from his troops just in time to leap out of the way of the missile fired from Hooligan. He had only just stood up from his scramble out of the way when Megatron lunged out from the smoke of the missile detonation. The two Transformer commanders slammed together. Megatron hit Prime with a vicious head butt while Prime counter with a punch to Megatron’s stomach. The two leaders were once again locked in single combat, with the stakes possibly higher than ever.

Killzone Near Fort Maximus's remains.

Rushing across the gap between Shockwaves body, to Maximus's seemed an easy thing to the Medic. Leveling her Ionic Scrambler without really thinking she prepared to fire. Only to be flying though the air the next moment, slamming hard into the ground some feet away, smoke sizzling from her chest.

The internal systems computer within her notified.

Pain rushed though her body. "Slag..." She said slowly. Her armor was useless, at least as far as her torso was concerned. Lucky that the shot had been off center, otherwise she'd have a gaping hole ripped though, rather than heavily damaged armor. Optics showing static for a moment before clearing. Scramble found herself in a crater created likely by some form of artillery, now it served the purpose of an impromptu foxhole. Still dazed from the blast and impact, her head began to clear. "Optimus Prime?" Struggling she managed to haul herself up, optics catching Megatrons rush at the autobot commander.

Scramble would seem to be in a sorry state. Though still functional, the right side of her torso's armor was melted near completely off. The secondary plating which covered her internal circuits was charred black, but by the grace of Primus held. That didn't concern her as it should at the moment though. As the two commanders clashed she found herself transfixed for the moment on what would no doubt be an epic battle worth remembering. Heading poking out of her make shift cover.

Fort Max's Remains

Heap rolled over the uneven battlefield, making his way to the powerful, fallen Autobot. He'd tried staying in the back of the fight, ready to lay down suppressive fire for a coming rally or withdraw. He now scanned the area for Shockwave, having seen the cyclopean commander near this area. However, when he saw Megatron and Optimus, he transformed at looked up, gaping slightly. In all his cycles, he'd never seen two creatures fight like those two. Readying his rifle, he spotted what looked like a Decepticon femme in a nearby crater and dashed for the cover, cradling his Ballistic Rifle and jogging squated down to lower his profile. Leaping into the hole, Heap recognized Scrambler. The young medic had worked on him before...once...he thought. It was hard to keep it straight sometimes, the doctors who opened him up so often... Looking her over real fast, he took stock of her damage. With a wince, Heap said, "Stay down. You go out now, you'll get creamed,"

Poking his head out, Heap looked around. He suppresed a sigh, turning back to Scrambler as he attached a red visor and black face guard to his head , "Where's Shockwave, kid?"

[killzone - Fort Max's body]

Psychout instinctively dived for safety as Optimus Prime fired in his direction. Why do I always end up babysitting giant robots? he thought ironically. Being a cassette model he was barely the size of the fallen fortress' fist and so there was plenty of Maximus for him to use, and he knew that the Autobots would be hesitant to open fire randomly when he was using one of their commanders for cover. As he rolled, he saw Scramble get clipped by Primes Ion Cannon; "SCRAMBLE!! GET DOWN FOR SLAGS SAKE!!" he called urgently to the brightly coloured Seeker. He took a deep breath. "This is gonna be fun!" he chuckled to Crueljaw as he activated his intercom and sent a tactical warning pulse to Mal Practice. He had no idea if the creepy butcher would even notice he was being warned, but it was procedure...

His train of thought distracted hearing Scramble being greeted by Heap, he offered a brief explanation to the new arrival; "Commander Shockwave has been recovered, he's being treated down there" he pointed to the flickering energon bubble surrounding Mal Practice, Shockwave and the fidgeting Brewer less than a 100 yards away. "They will be there for a short while yet, but they should be safe whilst that shield holds!" Although i have no idea how long that will be... he added to himself.
"Get your self a comfortable rocking chair old 'con, they are going to want to recover this big-aft'd 'bot - we cannot afford to allow that until this battle is finished, the cost to their morale is too good a position to waste!"

Checking his power levels, he figured he had plenty of energon left and began to hatch a cunning plan...

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[Killzone - Shockwaves corpse]

Brewers uncomfortable squirming didnt put Mal Practice off. His vivisectional work was the reason for his expulsion from the Autobots originally and in his rebellion and defection to the decepticons, he had been taken plenty of chances to practice since.
He was aware of the collective building outside of his shield although he had no idea who they were other than Psychout and Crueljaw, and had detected Psyche's warning pulse which was the signal for him to hurry the slag up.

Having extracted the required component painlessly from Brewer, he had already finshed replacing the gamma filters in Shockwave's radiation array; ceasing any direct threat to his spark and he was on the last stretch of the job, the clean-up.
Closing Brewers filterless optic, he gave the Autobot a nod of respect for his bravery and snapped the top lens perfectly back into its socket, finishing the complicated part of the procedure, and he checked the dressing on Brewers previously shattered leg. Psyche had done a good job of the quick repair work and now Mal was able to apply a strengthening bond to ensure that Brewers journey out of killzone could be both rapid and on 4 wheels, The plucky Autobot deserved at least that much.

Shockwave, however, was a far trickier situation.
Any minute now the three of them would be surrounded by enemies and there was no chance of re-activating him here in the field. His commander had to be taken to a CR chamber, Mal had one back at the labs he could use, but getting there would not be easy; especially considering he still had not equiped the standard decepticon flight upgrade on himself. Locking the last few linkages together, he ran a brief diagnostic on his purple patient and determined that the work was sound (and of the exceptional quality!), but there was no time to pat himself on the back, his power levels were being drained rapidly by the shield and he figured his part in this battle was almost over.

He turned back to address Brewer, still straped to the makeshift operating table. "You have fulfilled your part here, brave Brewer. But rest assured we will meet again; One day you will relise that what you fight for is not freedom, it is a life of eternal warfare, and when you do tire of being put into constant danger to rescue those who call their agresesion 'peacekeeping', I will be waiting.
"Tell that butcher Ratchet you will require an replacement optical gamma 4 sensory filter to be implanted in the corni-visual pickup and he will easily be able to replace it... and dont let him fob you off with a leftover either! Once this shield drops you are free to go, id suggest that direction" he pointed towards the ruined buildings where they had met earlier where the battle was far quieter.

Taking a last look at his surroundings, he prepared to de-activate his energon sheild and switch to his vehicle mode making a broadcast on the Decepticon comms channel;
"Medical officer Mal Practice to Decepticon ground forces command: Shockwave is being evacuated by land to cryostasis regeneration, request safe passage and escort to enable safe return to Polyhex medlabs..."

Killzone

"Shockwaves nonfunctional." Scrammble replied with Heap without missing a bit." Offering the older con a wry glance at his words concerning her combat abilities vs that of Optimus Primes. "Ya think? I'll be fine, mostly superficial damage that weapon of his though...it packs a punch!" She'd wince as a small spark pop from her side. Shaking her head, her left hand retracted a small multipurpose emergency repair tool taking its place. Her kit was likely somewhere between where she was shot and the crater she was in now. Her optics already ripped away from the battle she turned her back , lowering herself a bit into the hole move.

"When there ready to move Commander Shockwave they'll need your bulky support." Forearm compartment in the young seekers left arm opening as he plucked a small blue crystal from its slot and fitted it into the tool where her hand was.

That internal alarm sounded off.

"Yea yea." Grumbling to herself it would seem to any other, akwardly positioning the tool over the blackened scorch marks on her internal armory support a thick white cloud began to fill the general area around her right side. The coolant of the crystal should stablize the failure of her own systems and allow her not to have to exit the field so shortly after joining. The spray from her tool continued for perhaps a few seconds more before the crystal was ejected as she turned her transformed hand away. Forearm compartment closing, her tool clicked once, twice, and finally three times before withdraw back into her arm and allowing her hand to return. Pyschout's words caused a small conflict. She knew them to be true, the large commander had to stay down as much as she wouldn't enjoy kicking a bot while he's down, but Shockwaves withdraw would need assistance as well when and if it came. Rising a bit yet again she peeked out form over her hiding spot at the two commanders. "Think we can clear the distance while Megatron slags him?" Her words directed at Heap.

Killzone - Black Death's Playground

Bane's initial attack had failed. The female Autobot had dodged and evaded his swords and tried to kick off one of them from his hands. Not a weakling, Bane kept hold of his sword as he spinned around, using her own strenght against her in another strike at her belly. Bane quickly understood that Forte was no weak fembot and he had to outmaneuvre and outsmart her, even though a physical head-on fight was still in his favor. He prefered to avoid too many injuries, so for now it would be his Plan B in case it didn't work out.

Thrall was not as dumb as many said. This duel clearly demonstrated his skills. The Corrupticon now tried to finish him off by cleaving his head. The Energon Axe hit the head of the gigantic Autobot and all Autobots in the near visignity looked at them in shock.
"I WAS NOT BUILD TO DIE!"
Juggernaut arose, trying to grab Thrall's head with his huge fist. He wanted to slam this annoying Decepticon in the ground. The wound caused by Thrall was nothing fatal, tough it had had an impact on his left optic. There was erratic disruptions every few seconds, but still functional enough to be of use.

Though having enough problems already, he also noticed that the Autobot forces of Juggernaut was getting the upperhand now, despite the Decepticon's valiant defense at their selfmade wall of dead Autobots. It was now time to retreat and meet up with the mainforce at Polyhex again.

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Imploder did what Bane had ordered and shot a couple of bombs in the air, that exploded above the battlefield raining small aluminium foils that disrupted the electronic sensors, while throwing some smokegrenades to create a visual cover for their retreat.


Skies Above the Killzone

"We have rallied the seekers and are now preparing for a counter-attack, sir" Quantum replied to Starscream. Quantum had been expected to replace Starscream. He was everything the red seeker was not; honourable, brave and most of all loyal to his superiors. But his loyalty was also his weakness and was what kept him from replacing the Aerial Commander.
"We are awaiting your orders, commander"

The Killzone

Crueljaw had just reached the massive form of Fortress Maximus as bolts of energy slammed into the ground around him. He looked away from the fallen Behemoth in front him just in time to see Optimus Prime and Megatron go for another round of beat the leader, a quick look to the left of him showed Psychout just about at Maximus’s body.

He saw Scramble fall like a rock after being hit by a blast “Stupid seekers” grumbled crueljaw as he reached Maximus’s body and clambered onto Maximus’s arm “heh I could do with a new gun” chuckled Crueljaw, he retieved his Vibro Knife from his wrist compartment and went to work prying some of the ruined armour from around the wrist mounted machine guns.

“Hey Psychout how long does your friend need to pack up and get out of here?” Crueljaw‘s lone long optic looked over the ruined form, “cause I think meg’s opened up enough chest to reach the spark chamber” Crueljaw’s optic flared for an instant as he thought of the fun he could have with Maximus’s Spark Chamber.

The killzone

Thrall was satisfied with the blow he had landed against the much larger Autobot. He already knew his sheer strength wouldn't be enough to punch through his foe's armour. If he was lucky enough, another blow to the side of the head would be enough to kill him, but he had fought in too many battles to believe there was anything but the remotest of chances of that happening. He'd passed that stage eons ago, otherwise he'd of been dead.

However, his all out assault, in hindsight had been much too hasty, his bloodlust was overcoming his more natural combat instincts. Juggernaught's hand wrapped around his head, and almsot renched it away from his torso as he tossed him aside, causing the warrior to skid wildly in the dirt.

His side pannels battered and his head slightly crushed, the beserker didn't stop. Getting up he launched himself into a sprint, firing his plasma rifle in rapid succession towards Juggernaught's face,hoping to distract him so he could get behind him to attempt another hamstring.

He had to get the mech on his knees, and fast.

Crater Near Fort Max

Heap sighed. On the drive over here, he'd shaken loose some of the impact padding around his knee joints. He'd be feeling that for a while. Looking from Scrambler to Psychout after he heard the call from Mal Practice for near-by ground assistence, Heap couldn't help but wince behind his battle mask and visor. This collection of 'Cons had no hope of helping Megatron with Optimus OR Fort Max, if the Fortress-bot saw fit to get up. Then again, he hated leaving Megatron out in the open with no reinforcements if the need arose. He sighed, rubbing his temples...

"Okay, we need to move. You," he pointed at Scrambler, "Follow me; I'll get you over to Shockwave so you can help, as a medic or an evac or otherwise. Psychout, get your...friend," he pointed at Crueljaw, "off of that Autobot and you two cover us while we prep Shockwave to move,"

He didn't stop to ask them if they were okay with his orders, or if they understood completly; Heap knew what he was going to do, knew it was the best thing to do, and was doing it. If they didn't want to...well, he was no leader. They didn't have to.

Leaping out of the crater, he takes off as fast as he can, which really wasn't that fast, towards the fallen Commander and his medical aid. Transforming on the move, his treads beat against the ground as he moves, keeping an out eye for any oncoming attacks. He opens his comm Decepticon Medic, this is Security Officer Heap. Moving to your position. Hang tight.

Skies above the Killzone

Ramjet’s sensors blared a missile lock warning in his head. He quickly spotted the incoming projectiles. One was definitely locked onto him, the other was heading toward another Seeker, possibly Nightraid. Ramjet swung himself into the path of both missiles. The two warheads exploded against his back, the damage enough to send a jolt of searing pain running through his defective pain receptor circuits.

“Looks like you owe me one.” Ramjet said to Nightraid. He wasn’t about to admit that that last attack had ripped most of the armor from his back, leaving his defensive plating dangerously thin. If anymore attacks hit his back, they were likely to break through what little armor remained and damage something internal.

Ramjet locked his weapons onto Skydive as he prepared to retaliate. He was too far away to make any sort of attempt at using his cluster bombs, and with his damaged back armor, he wasn’t likely to make it that far if he just charged in for a ramming attack, so the Decepticon powered up his lasers, instead. Lining himself up, Ramjet let off several laser bursts toward the Aerialbot and then pulled back into formation with the other Seekers. Whatever he might say about his own invulnerability, he was still smart enough to realize that his damage was such that he was likely to get shot down pretty quickly if he was by himself.

“How kind of you to bless us with your presence.” Ramjet said sarcastically as Starscream flew up toward him and the other Seekers, not bothering to hide his distaste with the air commander’s cowardice.

Skies above the Breach

Once Hooligan got himself into position to take another shot at Optimus, he quickly gave up on this course. Megatron was already engaged with the Autobot leader, and he wasn’t about to risk hitting the Decepticon commander. Instead, he took aim at another Autobot that was moving in on the form of the fallen giant Autobot and let another missile fly. He then took off into the maze of towers once again, to look for someone else to blow up.

Skies above the Killzone

Not only had the medic dodged his attack, but someone else had come and taken the Autobot away before he could circle around for another strike. After having taken a moment to try to figure out if he was supposed to follow, he decided that since it had looked like a Decepticon that had picked up the Autobot, then it was already taken care of.

Making a big loop around the battlefield, Space Case eventually spotted an Autobot flying rather low above the ground compared to the other Autobot fliers, as if he wasn’t going to participate in the aerial battle above. He also appeared to be a medic. Space Case wasn’t quite sure what to do. On one hand, Hooligan had said they shouldn’t get involved in any air battles. On the other hand, Hooligan had told him to kill medics.

Space Case puzzled this over for a moment before coming to the conclusion that Hooligan’s more recent direction to kill medics took precedence and moved in on the strange flying medic. He locked onto Patchwork as he came within weapon range and launched one of his missiles at the VTOL.

The Killzone.

"I need to recover my repair kit first! I'll give you air cover once I do!" She called out to Heap as the larger and older Decepticon was already on the move. Crawling out of her improvised foxhole, her optics scanned her surroundings, breifly they caught sight of the battle between Megatron and Optimus Prime. They lingered there for a moment before looking upward at the reforming seekers. Momentarily she thought of joining them, perhaps after Commander Shockwaves Chassis was safe she would, but her duty as a Medic came before her duty as a warrior. Scrambling across the field of battle keeping low to the ground she sought out her unintentionally discarded repair kit. Finding close to were she had been intially damaged at she rushed towards it. Kneeling beside it she knocked off a few bits of rubble that had landed on it. Taking a few astroseconds to look it over before ducking suddenly an errant blast racing by the young seekers form. "I gotta get moving.."

Hugging the case against her she transformed into her cybertronian jet mode, and prepared for take off. Just in case however though she didn't particularly want to linger stationary in her alternate form.

The internal computer altered her.

"Great tell the Autobots that..." A bit of a sarcastic tone, even though she spoke to herself, and prepared to lift off towards Heaps rolling form. Indeed, at least in her alternate mode she a bit more punch to her fire power.

Skies above the Killzone

The missiles closed in and Nightraid was about to attempt an evasive action when his resistant comrade took the blow for him.
"Thanks Ramjet" Nightraid said.
He himself launched a single missile at Skydiveas soon as he saw Ramjet do so too.
"Sky Commander..." Nightraid said respectfully. Hierarchy was important but it was clear the tactician was far from convinced by Starscream's 'comment'.
"Might i be so bold as to suggest we focus our attack sir?" he said while unleashing a barrage at the oncoming Autobots with his energyweapons.
The seekers were well in formation behind Ramjet and Nightraid. The noble black and red Seeker was a bit surprised by the sudden appearance of Starscream. Perhaps the Sky Commander had a cunning plan?

The Killzone - Brewer's Decision

There wasn't even time to react as the Decepticon medic quickly and smoothly transfered the device from his optic to Shockwave. There went his entire plan - now he was in trouble. Though, Brewer wouldn't have to worry much about the 'cons getting after him - not many of them, anyway - but his commanders were going to throw a fit for such a traitoric action he had made. Oh why did he always have his plans ruined?

Mal Practice pointed back to the old ruins from their first encounter, explaining that such an area would be best for escape. But Brewer didn't want to escape. He wanted to get his sensory filter back. Now way was he going through the more safe and simple trouble of getting one, no he wanted to go through the risky, life-threatening slag that he trained for. "All right," Brewer sat up on the table and lightly tapped his recently used optic to make sure it was fitted correctly. "When until the sheild goes down?" He'd play along with the game... until the sheild went down, then he'd get with the Autobots near Fortress Maximus and hopefully get some work done.

The Killzone - Forte vs. Bane

A small pain reacted to the wound across her belly as the sword she attempted to knock away was sent back at her and sliced a good deal of her abdomen. Through Forte's berserker mode, she didn't feel a lot of pain, only a little - but that wouldn't stop her. Before falling back, her other foot managed to slam down toward Bane's head. Whether or not the blow was entire, or the Corrupticon was strong enough to keep himself from fully falling forward, Forte wasn't sure, for she was too busy gaining her stance for another round.

Not a microsecond was wasted to begin another attack, and Forte pulled out her Null Ray rifle, pointing it at point blank range to Bane's general area of his spark.

[Killzone - Shockwaves corpse]

Mal Practice took stock of his power situation, took a quick decision and replied to Heap.
"Heap, I am awaiting escort on your arrival. Mal Practice out."

Then turning to his Autobot captive and relasing him from the restraints holding him to the table he said gruffly, "Get up! We're finshed here." It was the closest Brewer would ever get to a thank you.
Mal picked up the still unconcious Shockwave, now looking far less injured than before and positioned it against the bench Brewer was sitting up on. "I trust the one thing you have learned from the Autobots is that keeping your word is vital no matter what side of the battle you are on?
"Then off you go..."

Mal snapped his fingers and the irradecent energy shield surrounding the unlikely trio evaporated, leaving brewer to go wherever he wished; into the crossfire or into safety.



[Killzone - Fort Max's corpse]
Psychout was getting Bored. He had seen Patchwork's advance but knew Mal would kill him if he took arms against another Medic. He needed a warrior to chew on and whispered to Crueljaw who was busy drilling into Fortress Maximus's chest, *I need a good scrap! Lets get Mal out of here then we can batter anythign that decides to try and get in the way?* and then added at the normal volume, "Have you still not got into his spark case yet? I can give you a welding torch if it will help?"

"Heap!" He called, "Mal's cover sheild is down, he will need you immediately, lets go!"

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Killzone - Body of Shockwave

Heap rolls to a stop near Mal Practice, the turret and missle rack of his alt-form turning left and right, scanning the area for nearby hostiles. His powerful weapons train on Brewer, but don't release on the Autobot. Still in his tank mode, Heap says to Mal Practice, "Can you move Shockwave by yourself, or do I need to carry him?"

The Killzone

Now that he had a chance to escape - even allowed to - Brewer soon found himself right next to Shockwave. It was very tempting to just steal the device back, but it would be too complicated and dangerous to do such a thing. Even if he could somehow break his hand through the optics lense, and run off, Brewer most definately wasn't the fastest bot out there.

Heap soon came along, his weaponry fixed on the S&R Specialist, making the green Autobot stiffen a good bit. Great... I'll have to get out of the way soon. He might shoot me once I get enough distance. Without another word, he stood and walked toward the ruins, transforming to vehicle mode and speeding off once he reached where the energy field wall once was. After a good ways, he decided it would be time to carry out the rest of his simple plan - get back to Forte. Even if he was injured, it didn't matter to Brewer. He wanted - needed - to help out the Autobots in any way. For the time being, they would be fine with Optimus Prime there. But he was sure that medical attention would be required eventually. Until, then, Brewer went around the site of Mal Practice and his small crew, keep out of range, and made his way behind his ally lines.

Killzone.

She was unable to do much for Shockwave other than what she volenteered. Her engines burned as she blasted off moving towards Heap and Malpractice quickly enough, before she slowed herself. The triangular shape of her alternate mode, and given the minorish wound she had caused her to tilt a bit in one direction as she flew. Slowing as she neared the two more seasoned Decepticons and the commanders offline remains, she slowed her engines to a near crawl, though still moving forward at a slower rate. "Is he stable?" A hint of worry obvious in her tone. Catching bits and peices of the seeker communications, she thought to join them, but that would have to wait until the commander was safely away. Transforming there landing on her feet, her optics went from Malpractice to Heap. "Whats the plan?"

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Ruination's tank form began to roll to the edge of the battle field. A breif scan sent shivers of an antcipation though his systems. "So much desolation...so little time." Where he organic he maybe drooling, his treads started up rumbling his large box like tank form across onto the battle field.

>H.A.U (Heavy Assualt Unit) Ruination reporting.> He spoke aloud over the common Decepticon comlink. Perhaps he could be saved some time and guided into the thick of the fighting without having to look for it. The Breach seemed a likely spot to go to, but the Killzone held excellent opportunities as well. It was only at times like this was the large mechanoid paused. Where to go...what spot will provide the most sport?
He awaited a reply over his Comlink before he would make a choice.

Killzone
Crueljaw looked up from his operations "You want a bash at this be my guest" the larger con drew his shotgun and fired into the chest of Maximus as he turned leapt from maximus's body transforming as he did so the armoured tumbler rolled up to Psychout

"do you require a lift all, i got off the lummox was a targeting sensor and a machine gun mount" grumbled the tumbler as it came to a stop.

Killzone - Battlefield

Bludgeon chuckled eerilie as he held his electrosword tightly in-hand.
The Master of Metalikato stood over some Autobot grunts he had methodically slaughtered. He had been moving from place to place across the battlefield.
He looked up and noticed the seekers clashing with Autobotscum. He returned to the shadows, looking around for some nearby Autobots to deal with.
There might still be plenty of honor and glory to reap... .

[Killzone - Shockwaves corpse]

Mal Practice adressed Heap in his usual diplmatic manner;
"You took your time old 'con. I'll take Shockwave, you just get us back in one peice. Ive got about 90 minutes of power left, so we gotta to move fast. You sure you can keep up or will I need to ask Psyche to wait and pick up the bits that fall off you?"

Watching Brewer finally fleeing to safety, and muttering obscenities to himself the whole time, Mal had hoisted Shockwave's still body onto his lab bench section where the Autobot donor had previously lain, spent a few seconds arranging him into a cramped but compliant position and then transformed and recombined with the bench into his Ambulance alt; purple passenger and all.

He took a good look at Heap, thinking about the medical history lessons the old 'cons chassis held, then turned and addressed Scramble.
"We get Shockwave's unconcious aft out of here and back to my lab at Polyhex. He isnt completely safe yet, but at least he wont melt himself now. All he needs is some good CR time or a decent Medic, and I happen to be both."
He knew in a situation like this, whilst he outranked Heap in regards to Shockwaves condition and treatment, the security specialist was in a far better situation than he was to be giving the orders and he instantly hated it, so instead he took it out on his partner, Psychout
"Psyche! Get the pit back here and stop slagging about! We move out immediately!" he yelled.

"Screw you Frankenstein! I got me a much better ride!"
Psychout was having for to much fun to get back into that crabby medics driver seat. He pointed to the large tumbler form of Crueljaw,
"At least this 'con has a sense of humour! We'll follow behind you at a safe distance and pick off any erm... sneak attacks that may come your way. yeah. Psyche Out. er, Out."
Psyche turned to CurelJaw and muttered, *'Are all ex-Autobots this miserable?'* He then had a flash of inspiration...
"Jaws, do ya wanna see if i can mount that turret on your altmode when we get back? 500 credits says you cant write your name on Trypticons aft with it before he squashes you...'

The Killzone
"its summit to do with overcompensation" muttered Crueljaw as he opened his cockpit. In his alternate mode he would easily keep up with Mal Practice. The diminutative passenger would be a verbal sparring partner.

"you stick any used energon under the seat i'm gonna turn you into Razorclaws new scratching post" Crueljaw growled as he tested the jet engine, which would help him jump any gaps that they might come across.

Using a rear view camera he took a last look at the on going battle "looks like it was gonna be a good scrap too, you ready to go thruster breath"

Skies Above the Killzone

"Nice to see you too Ramjet." Starscream responded to the fellow Seeker in the same sarcastic he was greeted with. The other Seekers had a better tone, but they were all begging for orders. Quantum and Nightraid were most likely expecting some brilliant strategy from him, and he had none. The Air Commander would never admit to something like that, so he was resigned to just make something up. "Um right, orders for our counter attack...."

He scanned the area around but didn't find too much useful information that was new to him. "Why are the Autobots still fighting? Fortress Maximus is down, if I know them just right... something like that would force them to scurry back underground. We can get a quick victory if we pick off the highest ranking Autobots. They may be thinking the same thing, so make sure you surround me. You can't afford for me to be shot down."

The Killzone

Heap sighs at Mal Practice. Yelling, insulting, generally unpleasant? Yep, he was the modern Decepticon, though he wasn't going to give the medic the satisfaction of knowing he'd torn a rotator going at his full speed on the way to this position. He focused his optics on the far off Polyhex, thinking about the distance. When Scramble came up, he couldn't help by frown a little bit inside. This 'con seemed nice. This war was going to tear her apart and, if she was lucky, kill her.

"Look, you go to fast and you attract attention you don't want, epecially as an outbound medic. Fall in behind me and I'll get you and the Commander back to base. Scramble, right? Do you need a ride back to base or are you air-worthy?"