The Energon Pub

The Killzone

Orpheus nodded in response to Patchwork's reply and request, and promptly laid back down and stopped moving, so as to allow the med drone to fix him up. His lack of movement didn't last long however as the young warrior's attention was drawn to Hardhead's inquiry, and he immediately began to try and get back to his feet, an action that was greeted with yet more strange noises from the med drone.

"Yes Sir, I'm still going.." Orpheus replied as he got to his feet, trying to make sure he didn't give any indications that he was in pain "..Gonna take more than one 'Con to put me down" The black 'Bot added with a smile "How you holding up Sir?"

Nearby, Archangel had landed and transformed, on his way to respond to Patchwork's call. It didn't take him long to recognise the large figure of his longtime friend and bodyguard Orpheus, standing next to a rather battered Hardhead, who was being worked on by Patchwork. Walking over, the Battle Medic nodded in greeting to both Orpheus and Hardhead, holding up a hand to Orpheus to signify that he would speak to him in a moment, before addressing the multi-coloured Medic.

"I'm assuming that these 2 are casualties you were referring to Patchwork?" Archangel began, taking a quick look over the pair's injuries as he spoke "..I don't think these 2 will be willing to be transported anywhere, lets just get them patched up as best as possible and leave them to it, we've got a truckload of work to do anyway.." The Medic paused as he looked off into the distance "..After we're done here, we better make our way up to the Polyhex Line, Primus knows what awaits us there"

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The Breach

Landing and transforming almost simultaneously, Slingshot made his way over towards Silverbolt and Fireflight, a big grin on his face "Did you see that? Did you?" He asked, nobody knowing what he was bragging about this time, nor did they care "No Slingshot we didn't see it, and we don't want to hear about it either.." Silverbolt replied, looking over the recent arrivals as they landed "..Get into a defensive position and put a lid on it" The Aerialbot Commander ordered.

He had seen what the VTOL jet had done, and he was less than impressed, but now wasn't the time for words, that would have to wait until they were back in Nova Cronum, now though, Silverbolt's attention turned to what needed to be done "Stormrune.." Silverbolt began, opening up a direct commlink to the Bomber "..Good work on taking out those defenses, it's a shame the cease fire came when it did. I'm going to find out what's going on and what the situation is between us and the 'Cons, so I'm leaving you in charge of things for the time being.." The Aerialbot Commander radioed, as he began to make his way towards the hole punched in the Decepticon line "..Medical help is on it's way to see to Commander Maximus, just make sure the 'Cons don't try anything on, Silverbolt out"

Killzone - Megatrons' Position

Heap comes to a stop behind Mal Practice shortly before he starts giving his little medical shpeal of Shockwave's condition to Megatron. He'd met the pwerful Decepticon commander several times, and while he always respected the chain of command and respected even more the power and fury Megatron wrought, he always felt slightly underwhelmed by the large Cybertronian Commander. It was not that he thought he could do better; he knew he couldn't. He just wished the survival of the Decepticons was in the hands of someone other than an obtuse, narrow-visioned Ex-Gladiator.

Ah well, he knew he'd invite death speaking up, about his personal feelings or otherwise, and his battlemask and visor covered his face, protecting himself from giving any looks that could be misconstrued as disrespectful. He stood behind Mal Practice, his rifle in hand, ready at a moments notice to finish his escort job of Commander Shockwave and be on to other tasks.

The killzone

To say Thrall was outraged was, to say the least, an understatement. For too long had Bane attempted to seize some sort of control over the Corrupticons, playing it's members against one another to further his own position. They had always traditionally been a pack, perhaps Bane being a first among equals, but they never had a clear command structure. Their strength was that they had always fought as a seemingly disorganised mob, but in actual fact they had grown to complement each other in combat, and whenever one mech made a mistake there was at least one other to cover them whilst they got their game plan back together. But Bane had in the past expertly placed himself in a command position, something that Thrall saw wise not to argue about in the face of the others. He'd effectively broken the spirit-de corps of the group and replaced it with suspicion and hostility. It didn't help that the others, save himself and Havok gradually decayed into barbarism in the face of the virus's long term effects.

There had been a gradually increasing gulf between Bane and Thrall ever since the others died, the only thing keeping them together had been the virus Thrall felt he had infected Bane with. He felt duty bound to help Bane keep it in check, and in return, Bane needed Thrall. So like a bad marriage, they kept together.

"One of these days yer smolderin' carcass is gonna be on the battlefield Bane, and nobody's gonna bother pickin' it up.. Just think about that.." he growled as Bane walked away, keeping a firm grip on the body that was on his shoulder. Stooping down, he picked up another. Just becasue the other cons didn't believe in it didn't mean he would stop.


Elsewhere Hardhead smirked slightly. "Fine.. if yer count getting knocked up by Razorclaw being fine.." he said to Orpheus, whilst Patchwork was working on him. "How much.. ugh... longer doc??" he asked, obviously in extreme pain but too stubborn to admit it.

Breach – Fort Maximus’s location

> Stromrune replied over his comms. while he reviewed the data that several members of the attack group had sent the large bomber.

Crouching down behind the little cover he could find the Autobot flyer stared across at the Decepticons that remained in this location. His Laser Cannons hummed with restrained energy as he kept them ready for anything.

> Stormrune ordered over the general comms before beginning to direct the remaining squads into defensive positions as best he could.

As part of his routines handled this task the blue Autobot turned to Huvrr, the smaller flyer in a nearby defensive position.

“ Good work on those SAMs but you should have planned your run more carefully. A different approach vector and order of attack would have tripled your offensive effectiveness.” Stormrune told the other Autobot in a disproving tone, after all he knew that air to ground attacks were a high art to be studied and mastered carefully.

Killzone

Grumbling to himself Patchwork sealed the last major rend in Hardheads armour and stood up while retracting the medical manipulators he had been using back into his body.

“ Your out of danger now, your own self repair systems should be able to handle the rest if you give it the time. Don’t mistake me slaghead, you’re not fully repaired, that needs a Med Bay. So if you don’t want to be scrap in the long-term, you will check into a Med Bay once this battle is over soldier, medics orders. That goes for you as well tough bot!” The multi-coloured medic commanded both Hardhead and Orpheus rudely.

Recalling the Med Drone Patchwork transformed and powered up his engines causing a quiet whine.

“ I’m heading back to the Breach then Archangel”. Patchwork said curtly as he took off and accelerated across the broken landscape.

The Killzone

"Yeah.. go get your ettiquette processors checked whilst you're at it.." Hardhead retorted to Patchwork, slowly getting up. Looking around, he finally saw the battered severed half of his shoulder cannon laying on the ground where it lay after it being severed by Razorclaw. Walking over, he picked it up, knowing he would need it reattached at some point. His body felt like slag, and to be honest, if he said he'd had worse, he'd be lieing. But he wasn't one to grumble or give in to something as trivial as pain.

Grunting slightly, he then walked over to Orpheus, and waiting until his repairs were done, offered the kid a hand. "Not too bad at all considering you faced off against a Predacon.. may need a few vorns of experience if you want to live through that again though kid.." he said, cracking a slight smirk. "Now, i think we count as walkin' wounded, so lets find someone who isn't so stable on their feet and get them back to the Maximus line.."

His face really did look a mess, badly shredding, most of the armour gone, only the prosphetics and layers just outside the endo skeleton were visable. Patchwork had done a good job in sealing any holes that may well of lead to injuries jepadising his laser core, but he knew he wasn't looking pretty. Not that he cared, but all it took was one shot and he was gone.

He still wanted to slag a few more cons and make sure this war was done before he even thought of dieing. The idea of dieing before his job was done wasn't something that he wanted to think about too much.

((OOC: Thank you, Luciferus, Light Blade, and Phasewing for taking care of Forte and Brewer while I was away. It's very much appreciated. :3 ))

Killzone

As Forte was taken away by First Aid to be repaired of her threatening wound, Brewer couldn't help but have mixed opposing feelings in his spark. He was relieved that she was finally out of bezerker mode by collapsing of her gash, but he was also worried and somewhat against the fact that he wasn't able to be there with her. His "little sister" was all that he had.

Coming out of his strange trance, Brewer realized that he wasn't doing much to help his comrades by standing around, and remembered the order by Optimus Prime for everyone to gather all immobile Autobots that they could. Right away, Dogfight entered his memory banks and Brewer was automatically transformed and rolled out to find his stasis ally. He had fixed the young warrior once, and Brewer hoped that he could do it again before the situation got too serious.

The Killzone - Corrupticon Perimeter

Ignoring Thrall, Bane's mantle disappeared and he transformed into his monster-mode.
"I will be back shortly. Establish a perimeter and report directly to me if anything suspecious happens" the Corrupticon commander ordered and began running towards the frontlines again, intending to try get a better estimation of their current situation.

> Bane messaged Havok. If he was not needed there he hoped Havok would rejoin them at the frontlines. Havok was an asset to have around. Not only in battle, but also as a mean to keep Thrall at bay.


The Killzone - Autobot Perimeter

"Yes" Juggernaut answered Doublecross "we can need all the hands we can get". The battle had developed into a brutal massacre at the hands of the Corrupticons. It was not the first time that Juggernaut have had the 'luck' to witness the sheer destructive power of the notorious group. They were merciless, brutal and highly effective with their work. But it was better to lay the past rest and focus on the present. There was plenty of things to do now that Prime had forced Megatron or whoever was leading the battle into a cease fire.

"You can start with those overthere" he pointed towards the disgusting wall of dead Autobots that Bane obviously was the architect behind. Only that sicko would have a twisted enough imagination to come up with such a thing.
"But stay alert. We may have a cease fire, but that doesn't mean that the Decepticons won't try anything" he warned everyone around him.

At last he could find time to find out what had happened to his old friend Maximus. He had lost connection with him during the last breem of the battle and haven't been able to get any response to his calls. He messaged Optimus Prime. If anyone knew what was going on it was him.
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Everyone knew that those two had a very close bond with eachother, forged by a thousand battles side by side, winning and losing.

The Breach

"By all means Stormrune, you can try and point out what Slingshot did wrong, but don't be expecting a welcome response..." Silverbolt began in reply, trying to warn the bomber of what awaited him in terms of reaction from the ego filled Aerialbot "... I've been his Commander for longer than I care to remember, I've yet to make him see that his way isn't always the best way. But, if you're prepared for it, you're quite welcome to take my place, it'll save me the hassle of getting ignored for once"

Silverbolt finished off his reply as he continued to make his way towards Optimus Prime. It was a surreal situation as he walked among both Autobots and Decepticons alike, each eyeing the other with caution and suspicion, most unsure of what to do, never having been in a similar situation before. As he continued on his way, the Aerialbot Commander passed one of those Decepticons who had never been in this situation before.

Sitting on the remains of the Polyhex line, Havok watched on, taking in everything as it happened. Indeed, he hadn't often experienced loss as a Decepticon, but even he had to admit, with one of the legendary guardians present and not sporting a Decepticon insignia, continuing the fight would have been pointless and suicidal. As he sat there, still with his last follower at his side, Bane's voice crackled through his commlink "Huh.." Havok thought to himself "...Sounding more and more like he thinks he's in charge every day"

"The 'Bots never made it that far in, the majority of the fighting took place around the Line itself..." Havok replied, taking in the situation from his vantage point "...The clean up and recovery has begun, Medics all over the place. There's little for me to do up here, what's your status, and where the slag are you anyway?" The Corrupticon asked, realising that he had yet to find out where Thrall and Bane had been during the battle.

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The Killzone

"Ok then, I'll meet..." Archangel began in reply to Patchwork, but he trailed off as the Medic hastily departed the scene "..Never mind" Archangel mumbled to himself as he turned his attention to Hardhead and Orpheus.

The Young warrior had allowed the Med drone to do what it had to before it returned to Pacthwork, and most of his major injuries had been patched up. As Hardhead offered a hand to him, Orpheus grabbed it and listened to what the veteran warrior had to say to him, not quite sure how to respond to the compliment of sorts "Well, I uh...OK Sir, I'm with you, lets help who we can..." Orpheus replied, his attention trailing off again as Archangel made his way over to the pair of battle scarred 'Bots, casting his own trained optic over Patchwork's repairs and slowly nodding.

"Hmm, it looks like that 'Bot knows what he's doing in terms of repairs, definitely needs to work on his bedside manner though..." Archangel commented in reference to Patchwork, a comment that didn't quite register with Orpheus, as his face displayed his usual level of confusion. Recognising this look, Archangel quickly moved to ease Orpheus' confusion "Sorry Orph', ignore me.." The young Medic paused as he gestured to Hardhead "...You just concentrate on following Hardhead's instructions OK? He knows what he's doing, so make sure you listen to him, I'll see you back in Nova Cronum when this is all over"

Orpheus grinned widely, nodded his head and slapped a big hand down on the Medic's shoulder, before setting off in search of wounded Autobots "Don't worry too much about him.." Archangel said to Hardhead, recovering from his friend's 'tap' on his shoulder "..He's not that bright, but he's as tough as any 'Bot you'll ever meet, and as loyal as anything.." The Medic looked back to the wrecked face of the Veteran warrior, a small grin on his face "..Just prepare yourself for when he shows his gratitude for you and you'll be fine"

The Killzone - Between the Lines

Bane was now between the two camps, prowling like a hungry predator looking for some game to hunt. He carefully avoided to get into Autobot line of sight by using the rubble and ruins as cover.
> it was not merely an arrogant and overdramatized statement, but the actual truth. Everywhere the Corrupticons came they caused chaos and confusion, death and destruction. Their fearsome reputation as slaughterers even made some Decepticons have secondthoughts about fighting alongside them.

Killzone

"Heh.. thanks for the warning.." Hardhead replied to Archangel, before guesturing to Orpheus across where he thought he saw a few medics working on a few more of the injured. "Right.. Orpheus isn't it? lets see if those mechs need some help hauling some metal.." he said, and giving Archangel a nod, walked over to where they were working.

Killzone-somewhere near Megatron

Rampage was bored; he wasn't allowed to go killing people so he didn't really have anything he could do. It didn't help of course that he couldn't find any of his fellow predacons; so not only was he bored, but there wasn't anyone around who could stop him should he just lose his temper and go on a rampage. Still Rampage had taken to prowling around in his cybertronian tiger mode; occassionally pouncing on any poor helpless creature that he could find and ripping it to pieces. He was damaged but as usual he hadn't quite noticed yet and was making his way to Megatron's position anyhow; so didn't care.

"As long as the jobs done thats all that matters", Huvrr responded with a cold blank stare. Switching to a sickeningly sweet sarcastic smile, he finished, "or maybe next time i'll take my time and see how many missiles you all can dodge before getting the job done....to be more effective."

Huvrr knew the response wouldn't earn him any friends, but then again they all knew how brash he was. He did what he had to do as quickly as he could and as effectively as he could. If he got hurt at the same time, then so be it, at least the other autobots would be ok and there would be more decepticons. Refocusing on the enemies vicinity he went back to his job.

The Breach – Megatron’s position

Megatron looked down at the damaged form of Shockwave as Malpractice rattled off his injuries. A flicker of annoyance passed over his face. This battle had turned into a fiasco. Untold numbers of Decepticon warriors terminated or severely damaged, including his second, the Polyhex defenses wrecked and morale would be at an all time low. It was fortunate that he had devoted so many resources to his new army or this might truly have been the end of the Decepticon cause. Now it was merely a setback.

Still, it was a setback that could and should have been avoided. The Decepticons had always prided themselves on control of the skies, and yet here the fighting had devolved into an oil bath on the ground. The seekers and their cowardly leader Starscream had failed to achieve air superiority or provide any sort of ground support. That, combined with Prime’s new superweapon, had doomed this battle to failure. Perhaps it was time for new leadership among the Decepticon fliers, especially with the introduction of his newest warriors.

When Malpractice finished his report, Megatron at last spoke up. “Take whatever steps you need to get him stabilized for a trip to Kaon and then have him brought there for final repairs. I want him at my side as soon as possible.”

The Decepticon Supreme Commander lifted up into the air. >>”Decepticons, seek repairs in Polyhex and bring in our dead for recycling. Once you have reenergized and gotten repaired I want a constant combat air patrol around this breach in the defensive lines. Do not fire a shot unless fired upon or by my direct order.”>”Starscream, you will accompany me back to Kaon.”>”First Aid, unless you have patients in need of more immediate attention, could you come and take a look at Fortress Maximus. We need to at least get him back to robot mode so we can get him back to base more easily.”>”He appears to still be functional Juggernaut, but he is in stasis lock. He will need extensive repairs but I am sure we will get him functional again as soon as possible.”<<

Polyhex Line ~ Remains

"Just once I'd like a simple answer involving some coordiantes..." Havok thought to himself as Bane's cryptic response filtered through his commlink. Standing up from his rubble seat, the Corrupticon looked out over the vast no-bots land that made up the distance between the 2 lines, his optics falling on the left side of the area, smoke covered and what looked like a large concentration of Autobot corpses "Looks as good a place as any to start looking" Havok commented to himself as he picked up his Energon Scythe and began to climb down the remains of the line on his way out into the Killzone, still being followed by the still unknown Decepticon grunt.

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The Killzone

"Uh yeah, that's right Sir.." Orpheus replied, falling in behind Hardhead "..Whatever needs doing, I'll do it, you just let me know" The Warrior offered as he put both of his linear cannons into subspace, so as to free up his shoulders for what awaited him.

Archangel just smiled as he watched the 2 battered Warriors of various experience head off to make themselves useful, speaking of which, standing around like this was less than useful. Transforming back into his alt mode, the Battle Medic began to make his way back up towards the Polyhex line when he spotted Brewer down below. Swooping down, Archangel landed and quickly jogged over to the green Medic, shouting as he went "Brewer! Hey, Brewer! Thank Primus you're OK, I got your distress signal earlier, but I couldn't get to you in time, what happened?"

Killzone, near the Autobots lines
Skywatch emerged from unconciousness for a moment. He was near a shattered bunker. A heavily defaced autobot symbol could be made out...
Almost... he thought. damn shrapnel..had to cut... my primary power feed...
His last thought was to trigger his recovery beacon.
Darkness returned.


[ooc]: sorry, computer died and it's taken a bit to recover it, but I'm back..[/ooc]

Killzone

Thrall's spirit liftened slightly at the words of Megatron entered his communications array, and he smiled slightly as the orders were given for their dead to be recycled. That was one blow against Bane's maliciousness.

However, he had just one question to ask, and one which he hoped he personally would be capable of asking. He was a veteran of the decepticons, one of the first. And a former Gladiator. He also knew the safety of their Warlord was paramount. These, combined, made him quickly decide his next communication.

>>>Lord Megatron.. Do yer require an honour guard? The Corrupticons remain good enough ter crush a few 'eads if the bots start gettin' ideas...<<<

Since Bane was 'pre-occupied', it fell to him to make the Corrupticon's services known. He didn't have much of a taste for doing grunt work. Besides, looking around at the other mechs, he knew he was probably the best-looking out of the lot of them. Dispite smoldering still in several locations, his armour blackened and needed cleaning, he was overall in pretty good shape. Not withstanding the fact that now all of his 'combat' energy supply was devoted to healing his form back up. He'd need to apply some armour patches as soon as he could, but his internals were much better than everyone else.

That was the difference between him and many of the other decepticons. The decepticons, as a majority were trained to fight. Thrall, perhaps singularly in the Corrupticons, was made to fight.

In the meantime, he turned to the other remaining Decepticons, and barked out orders.

"Right.. you lot.. grab as many of our dead as possible and return 'em ter the bunkers." he bellowed, before turning one more time towards the Autobot front lines, and in particular, the looming form of Juggernaught.

"Next time big guy.." he muttered, and, after a thought battered a warriors salute to him. Few ever survived a fight with him, and that was something to respect. Having done so, he took the half of the mech he was carrying into the air, and headed back to the line, in the rough direction to where Bane was traveling.

Breach – Fort Maximus location

Stormrune looked at the other Autobots back with calm consideration as he mulled over this response. Activating his comms he sent a file over to Huvrr.

“ Here’s some fuel for your processors, a record from the Strike on a outpost down near Kaon several Megacycles ago. Similar situation.” Stormrune said.

Allowing the other jet a few seconds to process to file contents Stormrune continued while watching the Decepticon formation.

“ See the attack run. Kills in half the time and with half the risk. I’m not saying you didn’t do a good job but a little thought and knowledge goes a very long way. I’d have 50% less SAM attack risk and you would have twice the chance of survival. Dying to save a comrade is noble but who’s going to save them the next time. A little planning is worth a ton of guts and will save lives far more often, including your own.” The veteran squad leader expanded on his point, a hint of buried pain showing.

Turning away Stormrune began making his way towards Fort Maximus to check his condition.

Killzone- Skies

Patchwork was closing in on the Breach when he picked up a new distress beacon. Seeing as he was nearby the VTOL Meic decided to respond and headed of Skywatchs position.

Huvrr mulled over Stormrune's comments as he watched him walk away. His pride began to bubble up to the surface, but he managed to supress it. Now was not the time to argue over small matters. 50% was a significant number, he thought, maybe a little more planning could go into my attacks. He began going over possible scenarios in his head and reanalyzing his attack run for possible areas to improve upon. Looking up again he noticed where Stormrune was headed and opened a comms link.

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The Killzone - Autobot Perimeter

Good, he's safe. the giant Autobot thought, releaved that his old friend and former protegé hadn't met a more grimsome fate.

As Juggernaut tried to spot Prime and Maximus near Polyhex, he got a glimps of Thrall's salute and raised his hammer. He detested the Decepticons and especially the Corrupticons and their unscrupulous leader Bane. But one mech had always had the ability to earn Jugger's respect - and that was Thrall. He may be brutal and merciless, but never without honest dedication and a respect towards his enemies. An honourable mech he was, one of Megatron's finest. Jugger knew Thrall from before the war when the Corrupticon was still a gladiator; a superstar. Jugger was security officer back then, responsible for law and order... though he knew of the forbidden games. He had to admit, he had been a fan himself. Perhaps this was the reason why he had never done anything to prevent it happening. They had never been friends, but they had their fair share of socializing at Macadaam's in the afterhours.

At the same time, Bane had managed to get close enough to the Autobot perimeters to analyze their current situation, troop-movement and hopefully get to hear or see a thing or two. Moving from rubble to rubble in his gracious feline monster-form, he remained unseen by the guards.

Killzone

Someone shouted for the Search and Rescue specialist. The voice sounded familiar, and Brewer turned his vehicle mode around to find Archangel chasing after him. "Archangel!" A smile sounded in his voice, "I had a mix-up with the Decepticons' insane medics earlier. I'd been captured for a while, but they let me escape. It was a little strange, but..." Brewer trailed off in thought, worried about the consequences of his actions to allow Mal Practice to take his "special device".

"All that aside, do you need help with anything? I'm having a bit of trouble finding a certain bot who could use some serious medical attention."

The Breach – Megatron’s position

The afforementioned insane medic, Mal Practice, nodded at Megatrons command to take Shockwave to Kaon and gave a simple response; "He is stable for transport immediately." He knew it would take a bit longer for a land-based transformer like himself to get to Kaon, but there was always transport available. He watched Megatron raise off into the sky, re-assumed his ambulance alt mode and departed immediately for the polyhex shuttle, saluting Heap as he went.

He then sent a last transmission to Psychout before moving out of internal comms range "Psyche, stop slagging about and get back to the labs immediately! We need to evac Shockwave to Kaon, meet at the Polyhex transport shuttle, blast off in 5 breems."

Killzone.

Scramble, pulled yet another Woudned Decepticon into a near by trench. As the battle had ended she had taken to moving as many as she could to the relative security of the improptu triage she had sat up. In Particular she working on rebuilding a warriors shatter transformatoin cog as best she could. There was really little she could do for it here in the battle feild, besides remove metal fragments from the warriors chasis and and provide a pain killing stimulant to his circuts. Upon hearing the orders of the supreme commander the femme let out a long sigh.

Pausing in her work she opened a channel. "THis is Decepticon Medic Scramble, requesting assistance moving the number of wounded I have. My Location is Vector Zero five point eightteen." Shaking her head she went back to work, there was no way she could move the seven decepticons she had hauled here on her own one at a time back to PolyHex.

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Near Omega Supreme.

Ruination growled as his leader flew off, the indignity of this defeat in his mind burning deep within him. Even if it ment his own desctruction he dearly wanted to lay into either the massive Autobot or Optimus Prime. With no other words spoken the heavy assualt unit transformed into his tank mode and began to rumble back towards PolyHex.

Killzone

Saluting Megatron and MalPractice as the departed, Heap turned back towards Polyhex, transforming and making his wa back to the Decepticon stronghold until he heard Scramble call for assistance. He needed to get back to Polyhex and start work on a Inner Defense Grid, but the young medic was one of the few Con Heap had run into that seemed to have her head screwed on straight. Scramble, Heap here. Moving to our location. Sit tight,

Turning his heavy treads, Heap makes his way to her location. It almost felt good, helping out the Decepticon cause without blasting some por schmuck or being squadmates with some lunatic. Almost. Pulling up alongside the Medic femme and her attendees, "Need a helpin hand, kid?"

---KillZone---

Scramble peered up at Heap as the older decepticon rolled towards her and the assorted troops she had gathered. "Yea, could a use hand. The ones that can't move a bit need a ride out....three of em are just being held together, by a soddering job I wouldn't trust a drone to function with." Perhaps it was her cynciacl side showing though. Shanking her right hand a bit grumbling as the mechism was locked up, she slapped her forearm hard as it retracted slightly but whriled and clicked.

"How many can you take at once, I think if I pump some em up with the destimulant I got left two can walk back." It seemed harsh but such things seemed common on the field of battle. Moving towards the older decepticon to spite teh gaping hole in her own chest armor. "You held together, no internals or anything?" A no nonsense attitude had settled over her now, it always did when she was forced to make choices that could keep someones core program in-tact.

The Killzone

Doublecross nodded his two heads as he looked over at the wall of bodies Juggernaut pointed to. Those Autobots where now beyond any help, but their components were likely to be needed to repair all of the injured soldiers. “Lane Change. Roadtrip.” Doublecross looked over at his two subordinates. “Start gathering the dead.”

“Right.” Lane Change sighed.

“We’re on it, Boss.” Roadtrip added. This wasn’t the first time the two load haulers had been put to work on such duties, and unless the negotiations went well, it wasn’t likely to be the last.

In the meantime, Doublecross would need to coordinate with the medical personnel to find out what other supplies they may need. He was probably going to have to scrounge up a bunch of replacement weapons, as well.