by -Soundwave- » Wed Apr 18, 2007 11:53 am
- Motto: "Cries and screams are music to my Audios."
- Weapon: Shoulder Mounted Rocket Launcher
Okay cool!
IF the Autobots had been winning Mid battle Text
The battle had been joined some mega-cycles ago and the first reports were finally coming in. Defending the newfound resource was a major concern and it weighed heavily on the Autobot leader.
“Payne!!” Gemini shouted over the constant weapons fire. “Send word to Optimus that the plan is underway we are holding our positions!” He had met with the commander after the meeting had ended and the other had left. He’d been called in as his own commander; Viper was still in the repair bay. The current offensive was merely a stopgap measure, sending in just enough units to stem the Decepticon tide.
“Sir, yes sir!” The ex-cassetticon took to the air, dodging plasma charges in the process. He quickly found Mosh Mobile and landed next to him. “Transform immediately!” Payne shouted. “I need to send an urgent message to base!”
Mosh Mobile gazed smaller ‘bot blankly, his processors taking a moment to register what had just been said. “Okay,” he said and slowly transformed into his large vehicle mode. Payne climbed into the cab before transforming and slipping into the stereo cassette deck. A high-pitched shriek of electronic feedback flooded the area, and anyone in the immediate vicinity covered their audio receptors, cringing in pain. Payne quickly switched frequency and silence filled the air.
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“Did you hear that?” Datamatrix turned, though he didn’t ease the grip he had on an Autobot’s neck. Psychout glanced up, his expression a silent question. “I detected a burst of static, like audio feedback, but it’s gone now. Well my brother, it appears that they are attempting to send their own communiqué!” The violet and scarlet hacker tossed aside the lifeless chassis of A-10 and advanced forward in an attempt to make his way to the origin of the transmission. Psychout considered stopping him, but thought it more prudent to report back to the field headquarters and flew off.
Soundwave had detected the transmission, but could do nothing until he received a report from Datamatrix and Psychout’s positions on the front. It didn’t take long for Psychout to arrive and the cassetticon immediately transformed. Soundwave received him and instantly downloaded the information. His optics narrowed, the closest he could come to an actual frown, and turned to Megatron.
“Progression stalled,” Soundwave reported flatly. “More firepower required.”
Megatron’s grimace didn’t change. “I see. So let’s send our the heaviest artillery.” He opened his comlink. “Frostbite, Meltdown, move into Sector Echo immediately. Whatever resources are there, I want them!”
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If the Autobots had won ending.
Finally reaching the front lines, Prime could see that the Decepticons had pulled back. The Autobots were slowly advancing on them without much resistance. But nothing was ever what it seemed, so he decided to take a small walk up the lines. He saw Viper a short distance away, taking careful aim at a Decepticon shock trooper.
He called out, “Viper! I need a full report!”
Distracted by the call, Viper lost his concentration and fired too early, missing his target. He turned towards Prime, livid. “Now? Can’t you see that I’m right in the middle of something?!”
Optimus ignored the outburst. “Where’s Gemini?”
Viper fell suddenly silent, his anger evaporating. He had lost track of his team in the confusion; it was possible they had scattered far and wide across the battlefield. “I have no idea,” he admitted, shame slipping into his voice. He knew he should know better than that.
Optimus’ optics narrowed. “Find him.”
Viper moved quickly, heading for where he’d last seen Gemini, but there was no sign of his subordinate. Optimus moved on, shaking his head slightly.
Elsewhere, Phasewing dove into a nearby foxhole, dodging a blast of hot plasma, then stood up carefully as Optimus Prime approached. “There aren’t many of them left, sir,” she reported. “We should have this thing wrapped up before the end of the solar-cycle.” Optimus nodded silently and continued walking. Phasewing silently ordered Silver Shadow to follow before turning to take a couple pot shots at a passing Decepticon squad.
As he continued his cautious stroll, Prime saw Waylander in the distance. The smaller Autobot had scored a direct hit on a Decepticon named Your Convoy, the blow cracking the chassis of the mech, followed shortly thereafter by an explosion. Another Decepticon was on a one-way trip to the Pit.
“Waylander!” Optimus called out.
Waylander turned, stood up slowly, a smile etched on his features. “Yes sir?”
Optimus patted him on the back. “Keep up the good work. Just keep an optic open for…” His voice trailed off. He had spotted something out of the corner of his optic. He stopped suddenly and turned. Silver Shadow had gone about a meter before noticing and turned, his face a silent question. The wolf cautiously made his way back to Prime.
As Silver Shadow padded forward, a low growl emanated from the shadow of a nearby, bombed out structure. Battle Cat suddenly pounced from the darkness, knocking Silver Shadow to the ground. The wolf’s surprise was short lived and he fought back. Prime took a step back from the furball, contemplating stepping in to help, but knew that where there was one Decepticon, there was at least one more. He watched the shadows a moment longer. It wasn’t long before the Lord of Destruction stepped out into the light, his pulsing dark red optics glowing brightly.
Optimus calmly lifted his laser cannon, taking careful aim at the approximate location of the Decepticon’s laser core. “If you value your circuits, you’ll leave, now,” he warned.
Lord of Destruction said nothing; he simply grinned deviously and shook his head in a negative response. He chuckled slightly as he raised his weapons at point-blank range. But Silver Shadow hadn’t been Prime’s only escort; it didn’t take long before Sharpwing, Inferno, and War Crime came up from behind their commander. Lord of Destruction didn’t care; if he were going down, then he’d at least take some of these Autobots with him, if not all of them. He let the charge build in his weapon before emptying its stores of energy in a single, massive blast.
All four Autobots were knocked off their feet by the blast. Inferno was the first to recover and instinctively charged, intent on engaging in hand-to-hand combat. Lord of Destruction tossed him aside as if the Autobot were a rag-doll, but now Optimus had recovered and he wasn’t about to go down that easy. He grabbed the Decepticon, holding steadfast long enough for War Crime to come in from the other side. Sharpwing joined the fray soon after, throwing punches left and right, but even restrained, Lord of Destruction was able to dodge the blows. Irritated, Sharpwing curled his fingers into a fist and thrust it into the ‘cons midsection. It was a blow Lord of Destruction couldn’t dodge and Sharpwing continued to pound away, metal and armor whining with the strain.
Not far away, Silver Shadow howled and lunged at Battle Cat, biting the large cat’s back. Battle Cat rolled and turned, managing to throw his opponent off. A quick swipe of the paw threw the wolf into a nearby wall, knocking him out. Battle Cat quickly turned to Destruction’s battle; he was still on his feet, still giving the Autobots trouble, but even he couldn’t hold out for long under that stress. Battle Cat advanced slowly only to draw fire from Inferno. He backed off a bit, snarling slightly, and then disappeared into the darkness. But if anyone thought he was abandoning the field, they were wrong. Battle Cat leapt from another direction, forcing the Autobots to back away while Lord of Destruction fell to his knees. The large cat circled his fallen comrade, growling and snarling.
Inferno advanced slightly, but Prime waved him off. “This battle is over. Let’s secure the sector.”
Sharpwing pointed to the Decepticons, saying, “We shouldn’t allow them to get back to their lines and repair themselves!”
“If we terminated them now, things would be much worse. Let them go… for now.” Prime turned and walked away, with Sharpwing watching, shaking his head.
The Autobot’s departure allowed Battle Cat to focus his attention to Lord of Destruction, who hadn’t gotten up. He sat down and sent a coded message, requesting a pick up.
Meanwhile, Viper walked by the Autobot field headquarters; still unable to find out where Gemini had gone.
On the Decepticon side of the battlefield, Megatron aimed his fusion cannon and blasted an unseen target. “Soundwave, I need your latest report! This is ridiculous; there is no reason for this poor showing of strength on our part.”
Soundwave said nothing as he handed the datapad in his hand to Megatron. The warlord took it, gazed at it a moment, his expression molding itself into a hard scowl.
“More effort than what it’s worth.” He tossed the pad aside. “Let’s leave this sector for now.” He took to the air, saying, “Make certain that the best of my warriors receive repairs first.”
Soundwave sent the communiqué, but by the time it reached Battle Cat, the damage had already been done. His only concern now was to keep the drop zone clear until their ride picked them up.
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Thanks again to those that allowed me to use their names, and to Thunderscream for the edits!
Any tips, suggestions in the meantime would be helpful.
Good writing, -SW-.
It's just a feeling, but somehow I wouldn't be surprised if none of my people end up being mentioned in the final tally...
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