The Energon Pub

Killzone

Hardhead initially found himself floating in a seeming void, initially not knowing where he was or how he came to be there. Sure, he remembered the fight with Razorclaw, a fight, he added that was stacked heavily against him after he lost his shoulder cannon, but not much else at this moment in time.

Was he dead? He honestly didn't know. He certainly felt like he still existed, but perhaps he was returning to the Source? He growled in the back of his throat. He didn't want to go back, not yet. There was a still a battle here, well, somewhere that he was determined to go back to and finish what he started. In particular, he wanted to take Razorclaw's faceplate and shove it right up his exhaust pipe.

It was then though, that he felt a tug, and suddenly, he felt himself coming alive..

Patchwork had triggered his stasis-lock protocals, signaling that his systems aside from those devised for maintaining his spark chamber and the integrity of his laser core to begin functioning once again to more aptly assist repairs. Most bots would of allowed themselves to remain in this phase until the medic finished his job.

Hardhead hadn't gotten his name for nothing.

Grunting, he slowly began to move, pushing himself up slightly by his elbows as his optics flickered to life. Pain coarsed through hmi and he grunted audably, and after a moment, his optics focused on the medic working on him.

"'Bout.... slaggin' time..." he grunted, his vocal processors showing the intense pain he was in, as he felt his internal componants being repaired. "How long was i out?"

The Defensive Breach

Omega Supreme did not make any attempt to dodge the fire that came at him from the few Decepticons assaulting him. He had Megatron pinned and he would not let him escape. The shell from Ruination struck him on the back, spreading acid on his heavily armored form. It did sizzle into his armor plating, but it failed to penetrate it. Hooligan’s missile struck him in the back of his knee, but had no more effect than a pinprick on the giant Transformer.

Omega was still able to respond to these attacks, even with his main weapon still trained on Megatron. The turret mounted on the back of his head opened fire at the charging forms of Ruination and Grave. At this point they were more like warning shots than lethal ones, but the giant Autobot was more than prepared to terminate either of them if they continued their assault.

Megatron sneered at Prime’s words. Apparently this had been the project that they had only heard whispers about out of Iacon. The Autobot capital was nearly impossibly to spy on due to its tight security and sheer distance from Decepticon territory. Of course, the Decepticons had projects of their own that the Autobots likely had little idea about.

He tried not to move much, uncertain as to how much of a hair trigger this new Autobot had. He saw nothing particularly useful to him within reach, and his fusion cannon was damaged and discarded. It was not his only weapon, but it was the one that would be the most useful at the moment. Even with it, he would still be stuck in the difficult position of facing down both Prime and his pet Guardian.

It was then that he received the signal from Scrapper on the specially encoded and encrypted frequency. His new army was waiting in the wings, waiting for his command to be unleashed on the unsuspecting Autobots. But first he needed to extricate himself from his current position.

The sneer still carefully maintained on his face, Megatron at last replied to Optimus Prime’s request. “Very well Prime. I will call off my forces if you call off yours, then we can have negotiations,” he spat out the word with disgust, “on what to do about Polyhex. But I will not negotiate under the threat of your newest soldier.” He glared up at Omega Supreme

“Very well Megatron, but Omega Supreme will stay here to make sure you don’t repair any of the defenses or take any Autobots prisoner or restart the fight. We will meet in 2 hours on Moonbase 1, just you and I, unarmed, with one assistant or witness with us. Agreed?”

A snarl on his face, Megatron replied, “Agreed.”

Prime nodded at Omega and the guardian lifted his gun arm from pointing directly at the Decepticon commander. Prime proceeded to open a channel to all Autobots in the area. >>”Autobots, this is Optimus Prime. Cease any and all attacks against Decepticon positions and forces immediately unless they continue to attack you. Begin gathering the wounded for transport back to medical facilities. This battle is over.”>”Decepticons, cease fire. Pick up whatever wounded you can find and drag them back to Polyhex. Whoever has Shockwave report to me immediately!”<<

Near the Defensive Breach

Heap is ready to roll towards the massive form of the Guardian, until Megatron's call comes across the airwaves. Another stand-down. This war would be over some time around the next Big Bang at this rate. Not that Heap was in so big a rush for all the combat; hell, most of his old friends from before were on the other side of this damn fight. He knew better than to think such things to often though...

Back in the real world, though, there was still work to do. Shockwave needed medical attention, but Megatron wanted Shockwave, and he was higher on the chain. That meant that Shockwave went there. Turning his vehicle form to Mal Practice "I think he's talking to us, Doc, let's get a move on,"

The Killzone - Black Death's Playground

Forte's grenade disappeared with Bane in the smoke-cloud that was covering most of the battlefield now. An explosion could be heard and faintly seen. Forte thought that now the infamous foe had been slain, or atleast immobilized, and began to calm down. Leaving the berserker-rage, the pain from the wound in her midsection could be felt. She began humping back towards Juggernaut's mainforce.

"Never turn your back on an enemy if you're not sure he's dead"

Forte turned around and saw a battered and scorched Bane reappearingfrom the smoke, flying towards her with his swords ready. His sudden attack overwhelmed her and gave him the opportunity to drop her on the ground. About to kill her, the message from Megatron resonated in his audio receivers, while Forte and the other Autobot received a similar one from their esteemed leader; Optimus Prime.

"You're lucky today, Autobot. Next time it'll be messy"

Bane let go of her and walked back into the veil of smoke to Thrall and the other Decepticons that were still functional.

> Bane replied to Havok.

Juggernaut had managed to get Thrall off him and had expected another counter-attack by the Corrupticon. But it never came. Bane had called a retreat to Polyhex which came just a breem before Megatron's orders.

With a temporary cease fire it gave Juggernaut the time to count the amount of fallen under his command and to give the wounded the necessary attention. He himself had sustained quite some damage from the vicious gladiator.

"Brewer! Take a look at your comrade overthere!" the giant Autobot pointed in Forte's direction.
"On my way!" the smaller medic said and rushed to her aid.
"She should be lucky to still be in one piece. Not many survives an encounter with someone of Bane's caliber" he said with a painful look at the wall of corpses that their relentless enemy had erected of the shocktroops he had sent out.

(OOC: sorry for the delay. Got a writer's block atm =\ )

[Approaching the defensive breach]

Upon Megatron's command Mal Practice's tyres threw up a cloud of dust as he sped up to answer his leaders call.

"Lord Megatron, This is Medical Officer Mal Practice reporting. I have Commander Shockwave under escort in a stable but heavily damaged condition en-route to the Polyhex recovery chambers for cryostasis regeneration. We are approaching your position now, my leige."

He gunned up his engines and did a cursory check of his power levels, now the battle was over he could relax a bit and he had enough to last for a few hours non-combat duty yet and he had a feeling it may be a while before he got to stop again.

He motored towards the imposing decpeticon ruler as fast as he could, anxiety building as he had never met Megatron face to face before and knew that it was a great honour for one of his technical rank.

He switched to an internal channel and addressed his lazy cassette sidekick, Psychout, "Psyche! Get your useless aft over here, IMMEDIATELY!!

He signalled to Heap that we has changing course and answering the summons and without another word covered the ground between himself and his leader as fast as he possibly could.


(((OOC:apologies for the posting delay, was away on holiday.)))

The killzone

Thrall sighed when he heard the order from Megatron himself to stand down, and calmly, stood up from the wreckage that he was crouching behind on route back to the remaining decepticon's position. It felt.. eery, having their mortal foes next to them and yet not tearing them limb from limb. But an order was an order, and an order from Megatron to him might as well of been an order from Primus himself. He was of the old guard, in it for the ethics as opposed to any real personal gain. Personal vendetta yes, but the cause was more important than anything he had personally. It was just.. fortunate that business and pleasure meshed so well with him.

He stood up over the rubble, surveying the small skirmish around him, and looking further ahead, at the carnage around them. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of mechs lay dead, wounded or dieing, a scarce number were still standing and were tending to their comrades. This had been an oil-bath of epic proportions. And he had survived, again.

He saw Juggernaught, one of the best foes he had ever faced tending to his own. He hated him for being an Autobot, but at the same time, owed him a degree of respect for being able to prove a challenge to him.

Disengaging his plasma cannon, which slowly, abet noisily due to battle damage retracted and pulled back into it's pod-like resting state on his arm, and shunting his energon axe back into subspace, his visor and faceplate betrayed nothing of his inner thoughts. Now that battle was done, he had alot of rage that he needed to contain in order to think truely rationally again.

Then, the transmition from Havok came back into his mind. ANd he immediately got on the comm.

>>>Havok?? Yer survived??? Yer lucky bloody bastard! How yer been yer crackpot??? I didn't even even i could survive that explosion back durin' that Outpost raid<<< he commed almost joyously. It was a rare thing for one of their number to come back to them, and it gave Thrall a rare moment of happyness. Another of the ancient Gladiators had returned from the grave, and that was enough reason to be glad.

Besides, it was getting rather tedious with just Bane as company. He he waited for a response, he noticed a badly damaged decepticon who had been blown clear of the defensive fortifications laying in a pool of his own fluids, choking on them even. Walking over, he immediately knew that this one was beyond saving. He had seen this sort of injury too much in the past to hold any illusions about it. He'd seen this mech fight, inexperienced, but by Primus did he fight.

"zzx...Slag...sxz" the mech said, his optics shattered and barely giving off any light. "Whozzsazzaa.. there?".

"Me lad.." Thrall said, kneeling down over him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You... wezz.. get 'em... we kill..zzxabababa.. 'em all?" he asked.

A small lie wouldn't matter too much here. He was dieing, and Thrall decided it was better to allow him to die easy.

"Aye.. we got 'em all... got their big mech's head on me waist as we're speakin.. I think it's time fer yer to go to the source.. Yer fightin' days are over. Yer did what yer needed ter do.."

And then the mech's optics faded entirely, but he had a satisfied look on his broken face.

Thrall glowered darkly for a moment, before rising, picking up the beliegered form so that he could be brought back and be recycled. It was a sad, necessary truth, knowing that in the end, your body would be utilised in the decepticon war machine as it had been in life. But he made sure the mech did so with dignity.

Walking over to the decepticon position, past the Autobot bodies arrayed together, he carefully put the mech down and scanned his optics other the others. His wounds were already healing fast, the ruptures in his form begining to seal over, like old scars. A stint in a CR chamber would allow him to lose them entirely, but in ten breems or so his body would be back to optimum fighting efficency, especially as he was channeling power into his regeneration apparatus from his weapon systems.

"We got our dead?" he asked Bane, knowing the other mech didn't really care about taking care of their own, not really.

Skies Over the Killzone

Executing yet more evasive manuvers, Skydive took minimal damage from Nightraid's retaliatory shots, after the Aerialbot Tactician's missiles were once more evaded. To Skydive, this battle was primarily a test of his strategies against the Seekers, and to this point, it was a wash, with neither side really gaining an advantage over the other. Both sets of fliers had sustained damage, yet both refused to back down, a testament to both team's will and determination.

In his efforts to avoid Nightraid's energy blasts, Skydive had lost track of his other target, Ramjet, and was unaware that the contact happy Seeker was careering towards him from above. Air Raid did however see what was about to happen, and warned Skydive over the commlink, only the cease fire order stopped him from firing his remaining missile.

In response, Skydive half rolled over, so that he was now perpendicular to the ground, and began to try and climb rapidly to evade the incoming Ramjet. He had seen the manuver carried out before on an old holovid, though it was done at lower speeds than the Aerialbot was currently doing, regardless, Skydive was sure he could replicate it and get into position for a further attack, but that attack would never come. The forces that greeted the ascending Aerialbot were too much for him to cope with, and his thrusters cut out, sending him into freefall.
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The Killzone

"OK doc..." Orpheus replied to Patchwork, the sarcasm within the Medic's words going right over his head, as they often did "...I don't know about me being a tough bot though" The young 'Bot continued, trying to work out what that actually meant in regards to him, while the Med drone began working on the largest open wound on his body, that of his left shoulder.

As the black armored warrior laid back down, his thoughts drifted from Patchwork's words to the inflicter of his injuries, Rampage. Orpheus had trouble remembering things sometimes, just another little problem that made him who he was, but what the Predacon had done to him in their fight was something that was going to stick with him for a long time to come, and already, laying on the battlefield getting repairs, Orpheus couldn't wait for that day to come.

For the time being though, this battle was over, as the orders from Optimus Prime reached Orpheus and the rest of the Autobots strewn across the Killzone, the young warrior had mixed feelings, part relief, part disapointment that there was no more fighting, and part confusion as to what was going to happen next. Pushing himself back up onto his elbows once more, causing the med drone to make some strange noises at him, Orpheus looked over to Patchwork and the now conscious again Hardhead, before asking his question, unaware he was interrupting Hardhead "Hey, doc, so what happens now? Have the 'Cons given up or what?"

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Skies Over the Breach

"Yeah yeah, we're in position..." Slingshot replied to Stormrune's commlink message with typical good manners "...Just let me do what I do best and we'll all get out of this still flying" The VTOL jet added unneccessarily, as he began to lead his team on the attack run.

As they made their way towards the Decepticon troops below, Slingshot recieved the cease fire order from Optimus Prime, and promptly ignored it, firing several mortar rounds into the 'Cons below, before pulling back up and round, shouting through his commlink to the rest of his team about how good he was. His team had aborted their attacks, and so were less than impressed with the Aerialbot, something that bemused Slingshot entirely.

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Polyhex ~ The Breach

He heard it, but he couldn't believe it, or at least he didn't want to believe it. As the cease fire order came through to Havok from Megatron, the former Gladiator dropped his head in disgust. As he began walking towards the now slowly dieing battle, with his last remaining follower still in tow, the Corrupticon looked out ahead of him, at the ground covered with bits and bodies of 'Bots and 'Cons, and just refused to accept that the Decepticons had been beaten and forced into a cease fire.

Stopping momentarily as his rage built inside of him, Havok looked down to an badly damaged Autobot grunt, still with some life in him, struggling to get up "This, this is what we must now negotiate with?" He said with utter contempt in his voice "I don't think so..." The Corrupticon added, his voice deepening as his anger built, before stamping down on the Autobot's head, crushing the remaining traces of life out of him. As he began to look for more victims, Havok was halted as Bane replied.

"Good.." Was the simple one word reply Havok offered, as something else crossed his comm waves: Thrall. Up until now, Havok had just assumed that the ever honorable member of the Corrupticons was still functioning, it was good to hear that his assumption was correct, and slowly, the feeling of intense anger was subsiding as he listened to the voice of his longtime comrade.

"You know me Thrall, too slaggin proud and bloody minded to allow any 'Bot the pleasure of taking me out" Havok began in reply, uncharacteristically almost joke like in his tone of voice "I believe yourself and Bane are on your way back, we'll talk more once you arrive..." Havok trailed off slightly, before a small smirk briefly broke across his face, seen only by his follower. He would never admit it to either of them, but Havok was glad to hear both Bane's and Thrall's voices, it had been too long.

The Breach

The energy shot from the giant's turret blasted him back a few yards. It didn't hit him, but it definately made a statement. He wasn't one of those gentle giants he was a warrior.

Slaggit, I'll get scrapped if he gets any closer to me with those shots. Okay, think Grave, what do you know about giant bots?

He fired at the giant with his arm cannon and doubled back. He fired again from a farther distance.

He sent a radiowave out to his comrades. "Hello, Anyone out there? This is Grave, Decepticon hunter rank five, we got a problem up here at the Breach. Some big guy and Prime are double teamin' Megs, now unless you're too scared to come and help take down this freak I'd suggest you poor excuses for rustbuckets better git down here!"

I'm gonna regret that, but this is important and I'm not willing to lose this fight!

He pulled out his sword and started charging the giant, jumping high into the air and stabbing it in it's knee.

Ya know, that may have been a bad idea...

Near the Breach

Heap tries to keep up with Mal Practice, trailing behind the medic. He didn't technically have to be there, but Shockwave, warranted at least a token convoy defense. He wasn't looking forward to seeing Megatron, but he'd just keep quiet. That is, if he ever made it there. Keeping up with the quicker medic wasn't the simplest task for the old Decepticon, but he managed pretty amiably, even though he loosed the rotators on his treads, the catipillar tracks whining awefully with each movement.

Near the Breach -

Scramble banked back once the message went over. "Ceasefire?" She had to say it aloud to herself for it to make sense. As much as she hated the fighting, she had assumed that the Decepticons were winning this battle? Letting out a sigh she flew back over the battlefield. No matter her primary programming took over now, she was a medic and there was wounded to tend to.

Transforming into her robot she stopped over a wounded Decepticon kneeling over the broken warriors form without a thought her left hand retracted into a medical tool as her forearm opened. A general open comlink came open as she cracked open the warriors chest compartment. A spark came from her tool as she quickly worked to seal his internal fuel leaks. This warrior was damaged beyond what she could really offer in the battle field, but with luck and Primus she could seal his leaks and offer a dissimulate to kill his pain until he could be evacuated.

"This is Decepticon Field Medic Scramble. Any wounded decepticons that can move make your way to my location. " A pop and a sizzle went off as she continued her hasty work. "Any functional units if you have a wounded comrade too gravely to move send a beacon or message and I will come to you." with that her come crackled off, yet stayed open.

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Killzone near Megatron, Prime and Omega Supreme.

A sharp pain flared though him as the huge warriors warning blast scrouched his armor and melted past the first layer of his impressive armor. With a roar of pain and anger he returned fire with his cannon just as he heard the cease fire. His treads continued rolling until he was closer to Megatron[b/], before transforming calling his energon hammer from subspace he stood a few feet behind his commander. "You want me to rip this giant rust heap apart Megatron?" HE asked eagerly.

Flaring red optics catching sight of [b]Prime, a full glare of disgust in his eyes. "Knew you were too much of a coward to fight Megatron." The Large heavily armored warriors chest having a rather large black mark across it from Omega's blast, which didn't seem to bother him much. However much he wanted to have just rammed the giant guardians leg as he planned he wouldn't. Not without Megatrons Authorization, and if Megatron called a Ceasefire then he would ceasefire.

The Killzone

First Aid surveyed the scene with disgust; the sight of so much damage and pain almost overwhelmed his senses. Mentally shaking himself, First Aid looked for where he would do the most good, he saw Forte go down to Bane, a huge gash in her plating, First Aid raced across the battlefield in his alternate form. Upon reaching the group, he began to draw his medical kits form subspace. Deftly he began to shunt down many of Forte’s non-essential functions, in an attempt to prevent stasis lock.
First Aid turned towards Juggernaut.
‘I’ve stabilised her condition but she is going to need some serious repair work can you load her onto me so I can get her back behind are lines?’

The Killzone - Retreat to Polyhex

"What for?" Bane replied, staring at Thrall with a careless gaze. Right now Bane only wanted to get back to Polyhex and get some necessary repairs. He had the feeling that this battle wasn't entirely over yet and would prefer being 100% functional to whatever laid ahead.


The Killzone - Black Death's Playground

"Ofcourse.." Juggernaut murmured, not really in the mood for chatting at the moment. He had seen several friends being slain today. Many wounded Autobots was crying out for help from the medics who had plenty to do already.
Jugger carefully grabbed the much smaller Forte and placed her inside First Aid.

"Help the medics with getting the wounded to the lazarettes!" the giant ordered the others in the vicinity.
"We don't know how long this cease fire will persist" Juggernaut had never, and would never, trust the Decepticons. They were probably devising counter-attacks right now.

Skies over Breach

Stormrune sent his confirmation of Optimus’s orders before addressing the squadrons.

>

Manoeuvring down carefully he eventually got low enough to transform safely and rushed to set up defensive positions around the massive transformer. He could hear the distinctive thumps of his comrades landing behind him and signalled them to take up positions.

If he’d learnt one thing during this war it was to near trust a Decepticon.

Killzone

Patchwork grumbled to himself about idiot warriors and stubborn patients as he listened in on the announcements being made over the comms.

“ What do I look like, a comm. tech!? I have no clue how long it’s been since you got your Primus level fender kicking but if you don’t lay back and let me do my job I’ll cut the servos to your legs and give you another!” The medic told Hardhead with some heat while trying to push him back down with one hand while his manipulators worked to reconnect severed circuits and nano rebuild rends in the injured Autobots armour.

Looking over at his other patient he sent remote commands to the Drone, updating its repair priority list.

“ Looks like Primes here and he has the Cons on the back foot. Theirs been a cease-fire called so you may just get out of this slag-pit in one piece after all tough bot. Don't be fooled though, the Con's may have stopped fighting for the moment but they always start it up again. Their Decepticons, I don't think they know how to do anything else. Now don’t be a circuit glitcher and let the Drone finish!” Patchwork answered Orpheus's questions.

Turning a little of his attention away from his work the multi coloured medic put out a call.

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Killzone

"Fine, but i 'aint doin' this layin' down.." Hardhead retorted with a growl, and with near herculean effort, continued to get up. "Mech's got his damned dignity.." he said. As he moved into a sitting position, dispite the mech's efforts due to his immense size and physical strength, he gasped as a circuit spluttered in one of the exposed holes of his armour, but, stubborn as always, was never going to let himself be brow beaten by anyone. With great effort, he materialised one of his shatterblasters and dropped it near one of his hands. "Someone needs to watch your back anyway.. you said it yourself.. Never trust a con.."

His battered visage then shifted slightly, and glanced over at the injured Orpheus. He had wounds that the veteran wouldn't even flinch at, but then again, he seemed less experienced, so he'd let him off. "Oi, still functional kid?" he asked, his face still in intense pain as he felt his entire chassis on fire, both from damage and from repairs.

Killzone

Rampage audibly made his annoyance at having to stop his slaughter-fest known by growling in annoyance. Nevertheless he wasn't far enough gone not to realise what carrying on might mean for his continuing functioning. Instead he simply picked his way around trying to find the other predacons or at the very least something to do.

The killzone

Thrall stared at his comrade in disbelief. He was asking why they were going to bring back their dead??? Not only was the pragmatist within him appalled at the near stupid discard of resources, but the honourable side of him as well.

"Cause Bane, they're our boys. Besides, they're going to get recycled. Least we can do is to put 'em ter good use. It's how i'd wanna go.. instead of rustin' fer primus knows how long before gettin' salvaged fer scraped. Least this way, yer know you're gonna be put back inter Cybertron."

He then turned to the rest, who were looking at him with a combination of disbelief, amazement, and to an extent, respect. "Yer 'eard me.. grab some bodies.. leave the Bots, but get yer fellows and let's move out.."

At that point, Thrall strode up to Thrall, the body of the mech he had found still on his shoulder, and sized him up. "Got a problem with that??" he growled.

It was a dangerous game he was playing. Bane and he could fight until the Universe ended and there would still be no quick solution. But at the same time, the fight could go either way. But one thing was for certain, he wasn't going to compromise. "See sense would 'cher. They're gonna serve the cause even by bein' recycled.. Did yer forget that or somethin?" he asked

Huvrr was irritated at the ceasefire order. Being from Optimus Prime he decided not to question it. Grumbling to himself he discarded the data he had pulled up for the attack run and moved in to follow Stormrune to the ground. He'd decided he would be more useful on the ground, not to mention he would have a better chance of getting ahold of any sneaky Decepticons.

Transforming and landing a few meters behind Stormrune, he quickly moved to the best defensive position he could, placing himself between any enemy units and the gigantic frame of Fortress Maximus. Not knowing how long the ceasefire would last he retreived his gun from his back and dropped into a defensive crouch. Looking out through a hole in the makeshift wall he had hunkered down behind, he tried to get comfortable for the long wait.

The Killzone

"Watch your words, soldier" Bane gentle poked the robust Corrupticon on the chest with the top of one of his swords.
Bane didn't care about anyone but himself. Not even for his Corrupticons. Though it was still a necessarity to keep Thrall alive becourse of the vira, and Havok had always been a good soldier to have around. But ultimatively they were expendable in his optics and if none of them would watch out it could happen sooner than later. Unlike Thrall, Bane didn't go out of the way from using dirty tricks or insidious ways to get what he wanted. This and the fact he was one of the best melee-fighters on the planet made him an extremely dangerous foe... or a tremendously powerful ally, depending on one's usefulness and respect towards him.

Those still watching quickly got better things in mind as Bane turned his head slightly to look at them in a way that unnerved them. Bane's primary tool to control the masses was fear, unlike Thrall's honourable methods.

"Now, you're done showing off? We got better things to do at the moment than scavenging the dead. You haven't wondered why there's suddenly a ceasefire?" Bane removed the sword and walked past the furious Thrall and towards Imploder, who had just joined them.
"It's done, my lord" he nodded in respect.
"Good. Very good." Bane replied, a grin appeared on his unprotected face underneath the pitch black hood of his cloak.

Skies over Killzone

"Ramjet I didn't order you to get involved with the Autobot flyers!" Starscream yelled out after his squad was attacked. "In fact, I didn't order anything!" It was pretty much just an excuse for him to delay actually thinking of a counter attack. He wasn't much into actually fighting at all right now anyway. As Starscream was trying to plan out a good way to retreat there was a general order from Megatron with stop the fighting.

Megatron, just ordering to drop everything and stop fighting? That's not like him, the idiot never knows when the right time to leave is... yeah now would be the time, but he...

"I'm sure the rest of you got that message." he said to the Seekers, "Forget the Autobots, they aren't worth our efforts right now. We're going to go to Megatron and see if he's... alright." That last word came out with some difficulty, he actually wanted to see Megatron as a scrap pile, but with the battle over that was unlikely.

Killzone

>>Right, Optimus Prime some of the Protectobots are already here... and the other should be incoming. I'm afraid we got the call too late to get involved in the fight, but we'll get all the damaged Autobots to base.>First Aid you have anything to report? I'm sure there plenty of things to keep me busy.<<

Killzone

Psychout was dragging his heels. He had been in Megatron's presence before and the tyrannical leader of the decepticons made him nervous, he had to do stuff when big M was around and he hated working, this was far better. Currently he was lazing in Crueljaw's cockpit behind the escort convoy munching an energon snack and watching Mal Practice's clumsy attempt at sucking up to their leader.

Mal Practice, on the other hand, was a workaholic. Even when he was motoring at full pelt towards his leader he was scanning the surrounding areas for wounded he could strip internal systems from and corpses from which he could aquire future upgrades. The arrival of the Protectorbots had intrigued him though; he had heard rumours that they were the first successful 5-point gestalt combiners and now he longed to get a good look at one of them. He did have a chance though"Psychout, report in immediately! I have a job i need you to do..."
Scrap! the little cassette thought from the safety of his new best friend,
"what do you want now?!"
"I require a chassis analysis from a member of the Protectorbots. We need to confirm if the combining intel we gained about them is true, and if so, what modifications have been made. First Aid would be best to begin with as the whiney little coward was initially built to the same ambulance specifications as I, any alterations he has should be obvious.
Shockwave will be interested in anything you can get when he is fixed... Now get back to work you lazy little coward, screw this up and ill tape Arcee singing power balads over your computer games!"

Psychout finished his snack and tapped Crueljaws Heads-up display. "Turn this big assed tank around buddy, we got a new job on!"

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Killzone - Megatron position

Mal put his apathetic partner out of his mind and focused on the job in hand as Starscream was approaching Megatron's position. Timing his arrival before the treacherous arm of decepticon command could interefere, Mal pulled up by Megatron, transformed into his robot mode and seperated from the rear lab section of his alt to reveal Shockwave; recumberant, unconcious and very badly damaged but alive.

Mal Practice saluted Megatron who towered over the square Decepticon.
"My Leige, I am Mal practice - Medical and technical specialst and officer under Commander Shockwave.
"The patient has recieved multiple Ion class charges to its radiation filtration matrix, which disabled all its safety protocols, Leaking unfiltered radiation particles at ac accellerated rate and the patient was fast approaching critical mass which I have now stabilised. All secondary and tertiary systems are offline and the spark core, whilst undamaged, has been placed into a localised stasis until all gamma filtration protocols are functioning again."

"I installed atemporary emergency lens for him to prevent further radiation leakage, however it would be advisable to place him in a stasis chamber at the earliest opportunity, as we have approximately 5.342 breems before the current lens burns out. I have the required item in storage in the weapons reseach labs in Polyhex and under operational conditions the procedure should take less than a breem."

He took a breif glance up at Starscream appraching and stepped back as if to say he was finished with his report. "How do you wish me to proceed, My Lord?"

He could feel Starscreams imminent arrival drilling into his conciousness and wanted this to finish quickly, he really didnt like flyers much.

Killzone
Crueljaw heard the comment from Psychout who was inside his cockpit hitting the brakes he swung around and felt the tapping. “I’m gonna turn you into a Coffee Mat you pit stain for tapping my console” he then had a thought “What’s the mission short and angry?” grunted crueljaw as he rumbled over the uneven battle scortched terrain.

Killzone - Crueljaw's cockpit

Psychout chuckled. "Undercover recognicence." He explaned to Crueljaw "We need to get an accurate recording of First Aid's chassis, or any other Protectorbot, but as First Aid is closest to Mal's tech schematics it should be easier to identfy the modifications.
"Rumour has it that they can combine like the constructicons but with only 5 components, and as we just had our afts handed to us on a plate by big 'ol Omega Supreme we need a few of those giant robots of our own..."

Psyche laughed a bit harder
"This job requires tact, stealth and subtlety. Think you can manage at least one of them? I know to much concentration must be bad for you..."

Killzone
“Your grasp on humour is astounding” grumbled Crueljaw as he rolled forward “you know this might be better if we walk, if they can combine like you said they’ll squash you like a bug” Crueljaw opened his cockpit “get out stumpy we’ve got leg work to do”

"Or do you want a hand with it Psychout" Crueljaw smiled to himself as he prepared to transform.

[Killzone]

Externally, after Juggernaut places the injured Forte within his hover ambulance mode, the door promptly shuts after a few moments. Little devices begin to extend and poke at the imposing gash, trying to mend and repair the damaged femme to the best of his ability before he could get to safety. First Aid could only do so much until she was taken back to a proper medical facility where she could be seen to.

>> I'm alright here, Hot Spot, he chimed to the commanding Protectobot, As for the rest of this area.. It's a ceasefire. If you could help gather any wounded you can find, and call on the others to do the same, that would be appreciated very much.

The idea of the ceasefire being a fasle sense of hope for the Autobots seemed mildly realistic in terms of when dealing with the Decepticons. A realization not lost on the protectobot doctor, who could only help, and not truly go scrapping anyone due to his peaceful nature. His engine hums up slowly, preparing to drive off towards the autobot line.

"Thank you kindly for the assist. She'll be under good care." First Aid gives his gratitude to Juggernaut before driving off in the direction he needed to head towards.

Skies above the Killzone

“Almost had him, too.” Ramjet muttered under his breath as Megatron’s order came in over his comm. He quickly reduced power to his engines and opened up the air-brake panel on his back, which by some stroke of luck was still functional, despite the damage he had taken. His target had apparently lost control in an attempt to out maneuver him, and he was sure that if he had a moment more, he could have smashed the Aerialbot into scrap.

“You got lucky this time, Autobrat!” Ramjet called out to Skydive as he flew back toward Polyhex. “But if I ever see you again, I’m clipping your wings!”

The Killzone

Doublecross landed near Juggernaught and swept his two heads across the battlefield, taking everything in. His left head then turned to look back as the two haulers that had arrived with him earlier, Lane Change and Roadtrip, came pulling up behind him in their vehicle modes.

“Are you in charge here?” Doublecross’ right head looked over toward Juggernaught. “My assistants here can help recover your wounded.” The left head then looked over to add its own comment. “They should be able to carry about a half dozen ‘bots, each. Depending on their sssize, anyway.”

Polyhex-The Breach

Hooligan slowed his flight as Megatron’s order came in. He then began to gain altitude, climbing back up above the city skyline. >>You hear that, Case?>Yeah. I heard that.>Then come on back. Let’s go recharge our power cells.<<