Hangar Bay Blaster grabbed
Prowl by the wing and hurled him bodily from the doorway as the Seeker barrage brought what seemed to be the entire side of the mountain crumbling down into the breach they had made in the doors of the Decepticon base. Blaster dove after the strategist, and was relieved to see Eject sliding after him looking for all the world like he was diving for home-plate.
“Well that didn’t last long,” Blaster remarked sardonically as he clambered to his feet.
“Geez, throw the damn flag ref,” Eject grumbled. “They aren’t playing by the rules.”
Despite the situation, Blaster couldn’t help but smile at his symbiont’s constant stream of sports metaphors. Of course, the smile was expected of him, no matter how grim the situation, the Voice was always optimistic.
“Well Prowl, it looks like we have to go looking for the scrambler that keeps us from bouncing. We might be able to dig our way out of here, but it would take just this side of forever. The good news is the ‘cons can’t get in this way either.” The communications expert brought his sensors online, scanning the comm. frequencies for the origin point of the jamming field that was inhibiting them. “I should be able to find the scrambler without too much problem, unless you just want to go find another door or something. Up to you…”
Outside Oh this was not good. It was epically not good. The Cyberjets had slammed into each other just like he’d planned, but the other parts of the battle weren’t going so great. The damn Seekers had brought half the mountain down on the breach his friends were defending, possibly crushing them, but at the least sealing them inside the base. That, of course, meant that Sideswipe and Jetfire were outside with pretty much the entire Earth-based Seeker core, not to mention the Cyberjets. Yeah, it went so far past not good that Sideswipe couldn’t even think of a word for it. Even his vaunted courage was shaken facing these odds.
“Frag me…” he muttered, cutting power to his jet-pack and dropping like a stone to avoid
Hooligan’s rocket. He landed with a thud, but was launched back into the air from the explosive force of
Space Case’s rocket barrage. Neither shot was a direct hit, but the shockwave from the blast was probably more damaging that the explosives themselves would have been had they come directly up against his armor.
Sideswipe was rattled, but far from finished. He rolled back to his feet, took three running strides and transformed. The red Lamborghini darted forward into the tree cover with a burst of speed that would have done any racer back on Cybertron proud. He roared through the woods and onto a long abandoned logging road where he poured on more throttle. He wasn’t much good in a long distance fight, but with all this cover and his natural agility, he was sure he could keep several of the Decepticons busy trying to take him out for a good long while.
Corridors Ironhide held up a hand, fist clenched, in a signal for those following him to stop. There was major activity ahead, Jazz and Hardhead had engaged the enemy, and judging by the signals, Hot Spot and his crew weren’t too far beyond that.
“What have you got Ironhide?” Prime asked.
“Well from the weapon load-outs they’re carryin’, ah’m thinkin’ we got Blitzwing, and the two femme seekers, Hellion and Nightraven in the corridor ahead. There’s a room or somethin’...”
“From their usual layout, it should be the bounce chamber,” Rewind interjected.
“All right then, the bounce chamber’s got an aft-load of ‘cons in it. Ah’m no medic, but ah think some of ‘em are hurt. There’s life signs but a lot of ‘em are fluctuatin’ all over the place. Ah think our guys are just on the far side of the bounce chamber.”
“
Annex, assist Hardhead and Jazz.
Brawn,
Axle, Ironhide, Rewind, you’re with me,” Prime commanded, then wasted no time charging into the chaos that was the remnants of the Decepticon bounce chamber.
Bounce Chamber Prime burst through the door, leading with fire from his laser cannon. His first few shots were randomly placed blasts, just meant to keep the ‘cons off balance, his first targeted shot was aimed at Wildrider who, though he was on the far side of the room, was directly across from the door.
Following in the wake of Optimus’ barrage, Ironhide charged into the room and launched himself at
Baneblade. The massive ‘con looked to be the biggest threat still on his feet, and Ironhide intended to take him out first. With a running charge, Ironhide swung a two-handed punch at Baneblade’s head.
Rewind, rushed in and slipped to the side. He wasn’t afraid to mix it up with the bigger mechs, but there was no point making a target out of himself if he didn’t have to. As it often did, his diminutive nature gave him a perspective on the battle that his larger compatriots lacked, and allowed him to see an opportunity that many of them would have missed.
Motormaster was still on the ground. He was prone, but obviously still operational. The larger mechs couldn’t see him due to the control board, but Rewind could see right under it, and could see the opportunity he had. He opened up with his adhesion rifle, and coated the Stunticon leader with such a mass of glue that he’d be lucky to get loose in the next century.
Hook was just as much an exhaust pipe as Wildrider remembered. The Constructicon had pushed him rudely aside and started making snide comments about the condition of he and his team. Not that Wildrider cared much for the others, but he’d be damned if he’d let this snooty glitch talk down to him.
“We might have taken the worst of this fight Hook, but at least we got out there and fought. When was the last time you…” Wildrider never finished his thought as Optimus Prime and a band of Autobots burst through the door of the Bounce Chamber. Blasts from Prime’s cannon tore through the room, ripping through the walls and causing minor explosions as they hit. The Stunticon looked up in horror and realized he was looking straight down the barrel of that terrible weapon. There was a flash of light, and he knew no more.
The shot hit Wildrider dead between the eyes, blowing through his armor, shattering his face, and blasting out the back of his head in a spray of liquid energon and scrap metal. The force of it threw him back against the wall were he slid bonelessly down into a stasis-locked heap.
Outside >>I’m fine
Starscream.<< Ramjet replied, reporting in as ordered. >>I’m coming in on course… uh-oh. Hey I might not be the smartest guy around, but I’m thinking we might want to stop throwing this kind of ordinance around on this mountain. I’m seeing smoke from the peak of the cone. I think we might be waking this volcano up with all these explosions.<<