The Energon Pub

Killzone

"Yea my jets'll burn." She responded to Heap. Glancing at Malpractice and Shockwave for a moment, she pondered for a second or two. "If you need fuel I can spare a quarter of cubes worth." This comment directed at Malpractice.


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Killzone

Ruination grew impatient awaiting any sort of word from a commander. "Slag it." Those heavy treads began to roll as he made his way towards the thick of the battle. His sensors following the Seeker formation breifly, a crawling Autobot cried out as his threads crushed the wounded mechanoid under them ursing a shiver of delight though his sevors.

Finally he caught sight of the Autobot counter attack, leveling his cannon he fired the rubbery shell from it, it flew a long distance, not hitting any autobot directly the shell shattered near them though spreading the caustic substance within outward eating armor and crackling circuts. Transforming then into his Robot mode, a fire glowing in his ruby optics, the large decepticon made his way towards the few he had wounded, intent on finishing them off. Without orders, he believed his only purpose was to cause as much havoc as possible.

Killzone - Evacuating Shockwave

"I think i can make it Scramble" Mal Practice replied, quite taken aback by the generosity of the offer. "erm... Thanks!" he uncomfortably added, being polite was totally alien to him.

"Heap, this show is yours... Lead the way, ill deal with that treacherous midget casstette when we get back to the labs..." And he prepared to roll into the chaos that stood between them and Polyhex's well guarded access ramps.


The Killzone, near the Excavation party

Psychout put his feet up on Crueljaw's complicated looking dash board and chuckled. He knew he was in trouble with Mal, but the grumpy old medic needed his skills so other than him having to do clean-up duty for a few cycles, he wasnt all that concerned.

"ya know, Crueljaw, we dont actually have to leave the battle immediately..." Psychout mused, "the quickest route to Polyhex from here is straight through the middle."

The cassette chuckled maliciously.

"Fancy taking a short-cut?"

The Killzone - Shockwave Evac

Heap rolls infront of Mal Practice, waiting for the other two cons to get ready before making his steady advance towards Polyhex, "Let's get this done," hey says, leading the impromptu medical convoy, his weapons scanning back and forth, his alertness high.

Killzone - Shockwave's Caravan

Scramble nodded her head once at Mal Practice's decline. Transforming her jet engine came alive as the seeker/medic flew up in a spiral then out a bit ahead of the Medical convoy. Though she didn't really like the idea of taking any fire first, it had been her idea. "Must have been a surge in my logic center.." Still though Shockwave had to be moved quickly. With anyluck bush wacking Autobots would fire at the Seeker first thus giving the others a heads up.

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Killzone

Ruination growled as he hoisted an unanmed at least to him Autobot up high, strong three fingered hand squeezing its cranium. "Is there none left to challenge me?" He growled tossing the smaller robot aside. "Whats this?" He leaned forward some his optics narrowing. "Megatron?" Gasping once as he spied his leaders foe. How he would revel the chance to battle Prime, but now wasn't the time. If Prime had arrived likely fresh Autobots were on there way. A good thing too as a fresh Decepticon had arrived as well. Transforming into his tank mode Ruination started towards the battle, he wouldn't interfere unless needed, however as long as he could help it no Autobot would interfere either.

killzone
"if you don't get you feet of my dashboard i'm gonna use your tape for a lasso" grumbled crueljaw as he joined the medical convoy. At the nose of his tumbler mode his shotgun slid into position.

"As for getting in the middle of that lot i'm supposed to be escort not swiss cheese you manic midget" Crueljaw growled, he hated people riding in his cockpit but Psychout smelt like he hadn't had an oil change for a month.

Killzone

Patchworks radar screamed a warning at him as the missile roared in. Making a quick decision the medic dived for the deck as he pored on the speed only to switch to hover mode at the last moment and make a sharp turn.

The missile plowed into the street were he had been a short time before however the VTOL wasted no time thinking about this as he transformed and hopped into a crevice and erected a holographic camouflage screen around himself.

Hopefully the Decepticon would find another target and he could go back to retrieving causalities.

Skies over Breach

Stormrune closed on the rendezvous point taking in the gathered Autobot forces.

With Optimus Primes arrival and the leaders orders the blue Autobot believed a change in plans was in order.

> Stormrune quickly ordered as the formation of Autobot flyers came closer.

Changing direction he raced off towards his target, trailed by his comrades.

Skies over Breach

Huvrr hearing Stormrune's orders over his comms unit, decided to take the chance and moved to take one of the positions that needed to be filled.

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His circuits crackled with anxiousness as they zoomed towards their targets, completely prepared for what would await them.

The Defensive Breach

The two Transformer commanders clashed in the middle of the battlefield. They grappled with each other, putting strength against strength. Fists, kicks and head butts were exchanged before the two Transformers separated from each other.

With a snarl, Megatron used this opportunity to fire off a blast from his fusion cannon at Optimus Prime. Prime leapt out of the way, barely dodging the blast. As he landed on the ground he snatched up a large piece of shrapnel torn from the ground by Megatron’s blast. He turned and flung the jagged piece of metal with all his strength back at Megatron. The projectile struck his fusion cannon, sending a few sparks out from the device.

Megatron growled as he tore the cannon off of his arm. He wasn’t about to risk using it again and having it blow up in his face. If he wasn’t going to use it then he would rather be rid of its bulk and weight all together. He charged at the still prone Optimus, delivering a kick to the Autobot’s head as he attempted to stand. The blow sent Prime snapping back. Prime returned the favor with a kick to Megatron’s legs as he lay on the ground.

The two commanders quickly scrambled back to their feet and circled each other. Prime took the opportunity to send a quick signal on a private channel. A roar fell over the battlefield as a giant rock soared in, landing in front of the fallen Fortress Maximus. Parts unfolded from the rocket as it expanded and shifted. When it was done transforming, the imposing sight of one of the giant Guardian Robots could be seen by all combatants. The massive Transformer fired two shots into the Decepticon lines, devastating defenses and obliterating defenders, before turning his massive cannon arm to point at Megatron.

“Megatron, allow me to introduce Omega Supreme. Now I suggest you and the rest of your Decepticons stand down and we can have some talks about how to end this battle and maybe this whole war.”

Skies above the Killzone

Space Case scrutinized the area as he passed over Patchwork’s last location. Aside from the smoldering crater left by his missile, he couldn’t see anything down there. If he had taken the time to think about it, he might have thought it was odd that there wasn’t any debris left by the Autobot. Thinking, however, was not one of Space Case’s strong suits.

Believing his target to be destroyed, Space Case moved on, in search of another target.

Nova Cronum – The Maximus Line

Doublecross sat in the back of a large truck, next to a bunch of crates. Some of them contained ammunition, others spare parts, still more contained energon. The truck itself was an Autobot like himself named Roadtrip. Following behind was a similar truck based Autobot named Lane Change, who was as loaded with supplies as Roadtrip.

“Yo Boss, we’re here.” Roadtrip informed his passenger.

Doublecross hopped out of Roadtrip’s trailer and took a look around. They were currently outside a distribution warehouse near the rear of the Maximus Line. An Autobot walked out of the warehouse and came over to great him. “You Doublecross? I was expecting you a lot earlier than this.”

“There was some kind of accident on InterSector Highway 115. We had to take a detour.” Doublecross explained as he handed a computer pad over to the other Autobot. “Still, everything is there.”

The other Autobot took a second to review the pad before replying. “Okay then. The battle’s already started, but this stuff will still be put to some good use after everything calms down, again.”

“Good. Good.” Doublecross replied, his voice taking on a different quality than before. “Now, unless there’s anything else, we’re rather eager to join the fight.” In this case, the ‘we’ did not include Roadtrip or Lane Change.

“Just drop everything over by the loading door, and my men will get it all sorted out.” The other bot replied, gesturing a large door on the side of the warehouse.

Doublecross transformed into a mechanical dragon with two serpentine necks. “Good. It’s been a long time sssince we had a chance to let ourssselves go.” One head hissed. “Far too long.” The other head added. He then kicked off the ground and flapped his metal wings as he headed toward the Polyhex lines.

Killzone -

Gaped for a moment at the massive Autobots arrival, the ground near him shaking with the aftershocks of the giant warriors blast. Arms sticking out as the bulky Ruination struggled to stay on his feet, his crimson optics staring bluntly at Omega Supreme. He was HUGE, and from the blast he'd let off more than a powerful foe. Yet once the titan of an Autobots weapon was leveled at his leader outrage took its place in the heavily armored and weaponed Decepticon!

"MEGATRON" He roared out in warning as he transformed into his alternate tank mode without really thinking his actions though. That Autobot could not interfere! Rolling towards his larger foe Ruinations Cannon took aim slowing slightly and fired! A Clear shell filled with that specially treated Acid raced towards the giant autobot. Both chainguns on either side of the tank firing as well. The smaller decepticon even attempting to adjust his ground to air missiles with the intent of using them against [b]Omega Supreme[b] as well.

Skies Over The Killzone

"Huh" Skydive thought to himself as he watched Ramjet take the full force of both his missiles, rather than the one that was intended for him "Interesting strategy, I'll give him that"

Skydive's observations were interrupted as his attack was returned in kind, with laser fire from Ramjet and a missile attack from Nightraid. The laser fire wasn't too damaging to the Aerialbot, the missile on the other hand was, as it impacted on the top of his fusilage, cutting his armor to shreds. Wincing in pain, Skydive's systems assesed the damage recieved, calculating that it wasn't enough to end his involvement in the battle, and quickly got himself back into position alongside Air Raid.

After his missile attack on Quantum, Air Raid had pulled back expecting a follow up attack, but none had been forthcoming to his suprise, and slight disapointment. With the Seekers back in formation once more, Starscream leading the way, Skydive sent orders for all Autobots to attack. No more carefully planned strategic attacks, Skydive knew when the time was right to forget strategy, and just attack, now was that time.

With the 2 battered and damaged Aerialbots leading the way, the Autobot forces plowed a direct line into the lines of Seekers, many meeting their end. Skydive highlighted some targets for himself and Air Raid, and the pair of them set about the elite group of Seekers lead by Starscream, Skydive fired off another pair of missiles, one each at the Seeker Commander and Ramjet, Air Raid followed suit and fired off 2 more missiles, another aimed at Quantum, and one more for Nightraid. Chances were the 2 Aerialbots would not make it out of this battle, but they knew that if they did their job, that it wouldn't matter: They may lose the aerial battle, but on the day, the Autobots could win the war.

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Polyhex Line ~ The Breach

Fighting their way through the melee, Silverbolt and Fireflight battled towards their fallen Commander. With a basic laser rifle in one hand, and his photon displacer rifle in the other, Fireflight was doing his best to adapt to life on the ground, while Silverbolt seemed as much at home on the battlefield as he did over it.

As they closed in on the huge, prone form of Fortress Maximus, the pair of Aerialbots noted that the Decepticon's that were on top of the Autobot General had since departed, though by the looks of things, not before grabbing a few souvenirs. "Those slagging 'Cons, nothing but a bunch of scavengers" Fireflight commented, disgust clear in his voice "Don't get too worked up over it Fireflight..." Silverbolt replied as he sent out word for any Medical personnel in the area to make their way to his position "...You should know by now the 'Cons have no morals"

Fireflight had to agree with his Commander, but didn't get a chance to do so with the arrival of Omega Supreme on the battlefield. Looking on in amazement, Silverbolt and Fireflight watched as the legendary Guardian robot slowly transformed before unleashing fire into the Decepticon ranks, before turning his immense firepower and training it onto the Decepticon supreme Commander.

"That's it! This battle's over!" Fireflight shouted, firing his rifle into the air randomly "Fireflight, FIREFLIGHT!" Silverbolt shouted, cutting the Aerialbot Scout's celebrations short "Knock it off, this battle's not done until Optimus says it is, so stop shouting like an idiot and concentrate, unless you want to end this battle in a CR chamber" Dropping his gun, Fireflight nodded in apology to his Commander and jumped up onto Fortress Maximus' prone form, ready to defend against any more Decepticons loking for a memento of the battle as they ran for the safety of Polyhex, Silverbolt stood nearby, awaiting the arrival of any Medical personnel.


Elsewhere, Havoc and his door breacher were ready to move out, the Corrupticon satsified that Stormrune had departed the skies overhead. "Are you good to go?" Havoc asked flatly to the young 'Con, who was still holding his head "Yes Sir, I'll be fine, lead the way" The young mech replied, holding up his rifle and gesturing for Havoc to go.

By the time Havoc had made his way back out into the battlefield, things weren't as good as they had been. The Autobots seemed to have been re-energised and were now taking the fight to the Decepticons, even though Megatron was present and leading the way, and most importantly, Omega Supreme was pointing a rather large weapon directly at the Decepticon Leader. Havoc knew that individually, there was little he could do, but collectively, the Decepticons weren't done in this battle.

Opening a wide range frequency on his commlink, spanning as much of the battlefield and the Killzone as he could, Havoc sent out a message to any and all Decepticons he could.

>>To any Decepticons who hear this message, this is Havoc, our leader Megatron is in danger and requires immediate assistance, drop whatever you are doing and proceed to his position, unless of course you'd be contented with losing to the Autobots<<

Havoc knew he wasn't the best in handing out orders, but he also knew that he couldn't do anything by himself, he still believed that this battle wasn't over, he'd return to that CR Chamber before he'd surrender to the Autobots.

The Killzone - Black Death's Playground

Juggernaut first thought he had finally got rid of that menace, but this mech far more stubborn than it was good for him. Once more the battered Thrall launched another attack at him, now aiming at Jugger's head and assumely tried to empty his gun in him. One shot hit the side of his head and did some minor damage, rest was absorbed by the extremely thick armor on his arm, which he had moved up to protect himself from further damage to his wounds.

"Just give up, Decepticons. You are outnumbered and outgunned" the giant Autobot said. Behind the mastodont the rest of the Autobot reservers had joined the fight.

At the same time the sudden retreat preperations made by Imploder affected the rest of the battlefield, covering them in a veil of smoke and sensory-disruption.

> Bane messaged the berserking gladiator. Bane intended to retreat as one of the few last as he knew Thrall would need to be told things twice when he was in such a frenzy.
An astrosecond or two after Bane received a transmission from a mech he had thought dead.

> Bane simply replied. There was no warm friendly feelings or anything. It would've been very unlike him to show anything of that.

Bane quickly realized what Forte was doing and tilted his head enough so that the foot slammed down on his shoulders. The smaller fembot was stronger than she looked like and the hit was painful. Bane was not a mech that would let pain dominate him and simply took it in.

"I'm no simple grunt" the Black Death looked up at her, his sickly green optics glowing hatefully at her. He quickly attempted to grab her foot and pull her backwards in hope he'll put her off-balance and miss her shot.

Skies over the Killzone

Quantum looked at Starscream. He was not the one to question his commander's decisions, even though they often seemed to be guided by a strong sense for selfpreservation.
At the same time, more missiles came flying towards him and the other elite seekers around Starscream. He quitely thanked his advanced sensory once more.
"Scatter!" he moved away from the others and started to shoot at the missile aimed for him. He also noticed the ones who had send'em towards them. The blasted Aerielbots.

Skies above the killzone

Nightraid only just dodged the missile.
These Autobots were persistent. Their attack suicidal.
Such loyalty! Such dedication! Commendable... but to no avail. Their purpose was obvious though.
"Sky Commander" he said speaking to Starscream "Might i suggest you take part of the Wing to engage crucial enemy targets on the ground. Time is running out and our foes are attempting..." he returned fire to Skydive, unleashing energyblasts "To delay us with this disoraganized kamikaze..." he said.
"Allow Ramjet, me and some of the others to detain the enemy" he said over the comm "While we keep them here you and the others can execute your plan and hunt down keytargets before the Autobot offensive prevails".

The Killzone

The very thought of giving up was abhorant to Thrall, and only served to further enfuriate the battered and torn Decepticon further. However, taking stock of the situation, he realised that increasingly the situation was hopeless. His success against Juggernaught depended entirely on the absense of outside interference, a prospect that seemed increasingly unlikely as the decepticons he and Bane fought alongside fell in combat. Like it or not, they had entered a tactically inviable situation.

However, it was then that things suddenly changed. A voice from beyond the grave suddenly resonated across the general channel of his communication systems, and he stopped for a second, just a second as he registered it. It was Havoc..

A barrage of fire from another autobot brought him out from his daze, strafing his side as he staggered back. As Bane's order to fall back came in, he was cool-headed enough to understand it straight away.

He ducked behind some rubble straight away and barreled back, intending to double back on Bane's position as soon as he was able.

Skies over Breach

> Stormrune ordered slipping into a rhythm of observation and action that had been drilled into him megacycles ago.

Closing fast on the gun line bracketing the attacking Autobot forces right flank the bomber charged through the murderous fire coming at him for both the ground forces and the Decepticon seekers. The skies were rapidly becoming a death trap for the aerial formation the blue Autobot was leading.

Steadying himself as one of the guns managed to take off the tip of his left wing and enduring the pain of several glancing fuselage hits Stormrune continued to give orders for target, attack run corrections and strike timing.

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An Autobot off to his right blow up as he was hit by several Decepticon attacks, buffeting the surrounding flyers but by now the attack squadrons were in range. Picking their targets the Autobots attacked with fury, as they were finally able to strike back.

Stormrune launched a barrage of missiles into several of the medium sized gun batteries before shifting his approach and zooming towards the largest guns. The Decepticon guns were not silent as Autobots dropping like cyberflies around him, the blue bomber being shaken and scarred by the counter-fire.

The veteran then noticed several enemy ground units with SAM alt modes moving into the perfect position to hit him after his run. Mentally bracing himself he charged in while snapping another order.

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Not waiting for a response he crossed over his target as the bay doors under him opened again and dropped a stream of destruction on the buildings below. He just hoped his trust wasn't missplaced.
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Killzone - En Route to Polyhex

Heap sees recieves the message from Havoc, stopping the impromptu convoy for the fallen Shockwave for a moment to turn and look back in the direction of Megatron and the enormous Guardian Robot.

He remembered fighting those gigantic bastards back in the day, and wanted to turn and help his commander...but at the risk of Shockwave's life?

He pulls up next to Mal Practice, still in vehicle mode, "Look, do you need me to escort you the rest of the way or can you make it on your own?" As much as he wanted to ensure the safety of his cyclopean commander, the Decepticons were going to need every bit of muscle they could get against that Guardian...

The Killzone

A cringe formed across Forte's face as her attacking foot was grasped by her enemy and she was pulled off of balance. Her rifle was also shifted and blasted just passed Bane's head. The small fembot did notice the fair amount of pain she had cause the Currupticon in his shoulder, and a smirk soon flashed up her lips. Not but a nanosecond later did Forte hop back and caught her balance, pulling out her grenade launcher from subspace.

"You were a grunt at some point," the femme aimed her launcher, "and you should have stayed that way!" Sure, it was pretty much a death-wish to use such a thing in close combat, but she wasn't exactly in her right processing for the time being. There wasn't a hint of hesitation as Forte fired a grenade at Bane and jumped back to get a little further from possible damage, though she was still too close in radius to take away much effect.

Polyhex Line ~ The Breach

"Sorry to disapoint you Bane.." Havok replied, his tone similarly devoid of any emotion, though the Corrupticon was encouraged by the knowledge that he wasn't alone, there were at least some Decepticons left in the battle who knew what to do "..Any chance you may grace me with your presence anytime soon?" Havok continued, watching on as Ruination charged at Omega Supreme with all guns blazing.

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Skies Over the Breach

"Woah woah, just hold on..." Slingshot grumbled in reply to Stormrune's orders "..Who are you to... wait wait! Where are you going?!" The VTOL jet's complaints were cut short as the Bomber headed off to lay waste to the Decepticon defenses, leaving Slingshot with nobody to complain to.

With no other choice, Slingshot called his squad into position and headed off towards his assigned location ready for the 2 pronged attack Stormrune was planning.

Killzone

Rampage was about to make a killing blow when Havock's transmission cut through his thoughts. Making an almost gleeful sound at the prospect of having new autobots to rip apart Rampage left Orpheus and transformed back to his alt-mode and ran off. Ripping through whatever autobot stood in his way with mad glee. Rampage was actually quite enjoying his namesake as he searched for a more difficult prey to destroy. Making his way slowly to the dueling leaders.

Killzone

Patchwork watched from concealment as Rampage left the area, there was no way he was going to take on the killing machine if he could help it at all. Once he was sure that the Decepticon was out of range the Autobot medic carefully creeped forward while keeping an eye on his radar for threats.

After slowly covering the distance between his hiding place and the casualties the multicoloured medic kneeled down by the side of the disabled Orpheus. Medical equipment extended from various parts of his body as he went to work on the downed warrior trying to at least get him mobile so he could move on to helping Hardhead.

“ Looks like you’ve got yourself into a mess. This is what happens when you pick fights you can’t win.” Patchwork commented carelessly as he started to work as fast as he could, uncomfortably aware of the injured HardHead that was resting a short distance away.

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Huvrr throttled up his speed, his excitement matching it as it shot off the charts. Quickly assessing and analyzing the ground situation he zeroed in on the units most dangerous to his squad. Using his notched up speed he banked and dodged a couple missiles coming from his side, locking on and then firing off 2 of his incendiary rockets. The rockets struck home hitting one of the targeted units weapons pods, causing the remaining missiles in the decepticons arsenal to explode sending its spark into oblivion. The other rocket hit dead in the main body of the other unit, causing a minor explosion and then spreading fire through its internals, and along its outside. A decepticon which was next to the unit was unfortunate enough to bear the full brunt of its comrades explosion; fire first reaching the fuel system, then the following explosion setting off its missiles.

Huvrr quickly turned to dispatch the remaining units. Missiles exploded all around denting and burning his form, causing him to adjust his course. He banked to the right, shooting skyward before turning back and letting loose with his pulse cannons. He figured it was a good time to teach these morons a new trick. Firing his cannons he began to dive towards the units in a loose corksrew motion blanketing the area with pulse blast. His rain of fire managed to wound many of his targets before he finally drew in to a tight barrel roll, guns blazing. The unit he zeroed in on transformed attempting to find cover but was cut down. Huvrr continued to fire, banking a hard right 40 ft from his former target, then circling around and quickly firing a rocket at the clustered group. As Huvrr raced forward a surviving enemy stood from the pile of parts. Raising the weapon in its remaining arm, it fired off a quick few blasts, cracking his cockpit before being decapitated by Huvrr's left wing. Heading back to the safety of the open sky he took a second to take in his handywork before refocusing on the chaos around him. He took a quick radar scan; then confident there were no remaining SAM units to worry about reported in his status.

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The Outskirts of the Siege

Grave slowly watched as the battle raged on, the roar of the cannons rang in his ears, they always did. That was the thing about being built with increased senses, everything was increased in sensation, noises, sights, pain. He Transformed into his lion form and activated his far-sight. He always started a big battle like this, looking for a specific prey and hunting him down until he destroyed it or grew bored. And then he saw it, the greatest prey he could have come across, a towering Transformer near the breach, and ideal prey for such a confident hunter such as himself. He started to sprint towards the giant, preparing to transform and take on the behemoth. He noticed that he was not the only one after this prey.

The more the merrier! he thought to himself.

The Killzone

"Who said I couldn't have won that fight?" Orpheus groggily replied to Patchwork, not realising that the Medic wasn't directly talking to him. To all purposes, Orpheus had lost his battle, the fact that Rampage had chosen to leave the scene was the only thing that stood between the young warrior and stasis lock.

As bad a shape as he was in though, Orpheus knew that out of he and Hardhead, it wasn't him who needed the attention of Patchwork "Hey doc, forget me, get over there and sort out Hardhead, he needs help more than I do" Orpheus suggested as he waved his hand towards the downed warrior.

Skies over Breach

Sighing internally in relief at having made the right choice in trusting the other Autobot flyer Stormrune took stock of the situation. Of the 2 strike squadrons he had lead in the assault he still had the equivalent of 1 squadron with various levels of damage but still combat ready while the Decepticon fixed defences in this sector had been devastated.

> Stormrune broadcast to his comrades.

Switching to a private channel as several Autobot jets broke off and he’d home he reply to Huvrr.

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Changing course and raising his altitude slightly the bomber checked that the rest of the squadron was following before accelerating.

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Killzone

Scowling down at the obviously aware casualty Patchwork got to his feet carefully.

“ Well since you clearly don’t need me tough bot, I’ll take your advice. I’ll be over there if you change your mind.” Patchwork said with heavy sarcasm and started walking towards Hardhead. Despite his words he left an emergency Med Drone hovering above Orpheus’s chest to continue the repairs he had started. It was no-where near as good as a real medic but it could continue his work easily enough.

Kneeling down next to the badly damaged Hardhead, Patchwork performed a diagnostic and then began frantically making repairs.

Skies above the Killzone

Ramjet’s sensors warned him of another incoming missile. He could try to block this one with his belly armor, but then that would leave him vulnerable on both sides and increase his chances of getting shot down before he could get many kills in. This wasn’t a very favorable outcome, so he was going to have to dodge it instead. Rolling into a corkscrew, he managed to slip around the projectile, then pulled up into a climb.

Once he had gained some more altitude, he went inverted and swept down into a dive. He picked out his harasser, the Aerialbot Skydive, and angled his course to intercept with the Autobot’s. He slammed his throttle up to full as his altitude rapidly dropped. He eagerly anticipated the feeling of his nosecone smashing through armor and superstructure as he approached his target from above.

The Breach

Hooligan had just launched off another missile when he received the signal from Havoc. While he would have been perfectly content to continue picking off random targets, this sounded rather important. He flew back toward where he had last seen Megatron, and quickly spotted the new giant Autobot. How many giants do these Autobots have?

Hovering over between a pair of towers behind the giant, Hooligan loaded another missile into the launcher in his right arm. He remembered his mistake with the first giant. He had just shot a missile straight at them, without aiming for anything vulnerable, so his shot had simply been blocked by the giant’s armor. This time, he wanted to make sure his fire did more good.

He took aim at the back of the giant’s knee, where his missile would have a greater chance of breaching the armor and maybe even crippling the Autobot. He let it go, sending the warhead streaking in toward the back of Omega Supreme’s left knee. Hooligan didn’t stick around to watch, however, and took off as soon as the missile had left the tube, zigging and zagging through the Polyhex skyline.