Somewhere in Mississippi Blaster was getting irritated. His holomatter avatar had finally gotten far enough away from the incoming humans to allow him to resume his robot form, and even though the earthers weren’t breathing down his proverbial neck anymore, he was still cut off from the battle. There was nothing more likely to put the communications specialist in a foul temper than being out of the loop.
“Steeljaw, get back here. We’re far enough away anyone that if they see the bounce beam, it’ll just go down as another UFO sighting… nothing too out of the ordinary around here,” he transmitted, then opened a channel to the Ark. He was ready – more than ready to be on his way.
Ocean Floor – in the shadow of the freighter
Ironhide grunted as
Hellion slammed into him at a not inconsiderable speed. The ‘cons might not be able to fly in the murky depths, but their anti-grav generators definitely gave them an advantage in speed and maneuverability – not that that was anything out of the ordinary. The old warrior was slammed up against the body of the freighter itself, and was forced by the more immediate threat to give up his continuing bombardment of Blitzwing.
“Oh ah remember you girlie,” he rasped locking optics with the female seeker. Ironhide could see the madness and battle lust in her glowing orbs, and for just a moment realized how she might have gotten the better of him before. He hadn’t taken her seriously – she was just a nameless seeker and a femme to boot, but he should have known better. Hell, if Chromia had ever gotten an inkling that something like that had crossed his mind she’d have his guts for garters. In any case, he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
For moments that, as they often will in battle, seemed to stretch for an eternity, Ironhide circled the femme, looking for an opportunity to strike, and just as he saw his opening, he received two comms from
Prowl in quick succession. Careful not to let his guard down, he opened a comm. and replied tersely “If you can get rid of Starscream and Soundwave great, but if not just kick their chassis. You have ‘em outnumbered – just don’t lose that energon. Ah’m a lil’ busy right now so deal with it.”
“Sorry about that. Ah wouldn’t want you to think ah wasn’t givin’ you my full attention girl,” Ironhide drawled then drove a thunderous punch at Hellion’s midsection.
Ocean Floor – near crash siteWith it now apparent that the trio of Autobots he was attempting to engage were nothing more than Hound’s projections, Ramjet found himself without an obvious adversary for the moment. As he scanned the battlefield seeking out the rest of the Autobots in concealment, the conehead saw Blitzwing go down to a barrage from Ironhide. Despite his growing distaste for the triple-changer, he would have engaged the ‘bot who had taken him out had Hellion not beat him to the punch. As it was, the seeker had plenty of time to rub
Blitzwing’s nose in it.
“Did you get your bell rung Blitzy?” he taunted. “Guess it’s a bit harder to fight when someone isn’t holding your opponent down for you huh?” Ramjet laughed derisively then kicked on his anti-grav units and launched himself skyward. He wasn’t waiting to see what, if any, response the foul-tempered triple-changer would make – he had more important things to tend to, namely getting his guns back online.
“
Krunix, this is Ramjet. I took a bit of damage from Hardhead. I’m getting clear of the battlefield long enough to see if I can’t get them working,” he transmitted to the battlefield coordinator. Despite being brash and more than a bit headstrong, Ramjet was a good soldier, and he wasn’t about to go anywhere without reporting his position. Well... not again anyway.