[LV-117 Mountainside]Skyfall was, in all complete and blatant honesty, terrified as slag. There was so much going on around him, and he couldn’t tell what was happening. Everyone was attacking the chaosteros, and it was absolute mayhem. With Monstructor now on its back, there was even more pandemonium than before.
And then came the thundering roar.
Skyfall flinched hard, just because of how insane and asinine everything felt. What was reality anymore? With the other new combiner rising up in the distance, Wheelie’s words were not too far off from what he had wanted to say.
Wheelie wrote:“What in the pit is that thing?!”
“It’s… it’s another one of those combining things! And it’s… it’s the Terrorcons, oh Primus, save us save us save us…”
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The behemoth of a monstrosity swung its sword across once again, hacking and slashing through the cyborg skin of the chaosteros. He had already brought himself far up, and with his animalistic instincts, Monstructor had perched himself on the beast’s upper back. With a furious swipe, he carved a deep gash on the chaosteros’s back, before plunging his blade right through the bloody mess of wires, prompting another audio-receptor-shattering roar from the beast. But he wouldn’t stop. Oh, no, there was no time to stop. This was REVENGE, and there was no way it was going to stop here.
Monstructor unleashed a truly terrifying shriek, as if a hundred hellhounds had simultaneously decided to wail in anger. Another slash through the bottom of the increasingly deep cut. Followed right by another one. And another one. Pure hate channelled itself through each strike, precise and hard.
At some point, he stopped cutting open the beast with his sword and just thrusted his arm in, forcefully grabbing the absolutely gorey mess that had become of the innards. With a quick yank, he pulled out some things that could only lead to a grotesque, revolting sight, and the near destruction of anyone’s audio receptors in within the vicinity.
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Witnessing the massive beast of destruction wreck havoc all around was one thing. Witnessing two giant, destructive gestalts was another. Safe to say, Punch had seen enough for one lifetime. Between the Autobots and the Decepticons, this was definitely up there in terms of absurdity. Still, he couldn’t break character just yet. There was work to be done. The DSS head, located not too far from him, was communicating through a private comm-line. Of course, secrecy from the others.
Banzaitron wrote:>>”Counterpunch, Lord Scorponok has sent the Autobot prisoners ahead of the assault. I want you to link up with them and report on their progress. Call it a suspicious hunch but I fear that Jhiaxus might be able to persuade them to his favor if we are unlucky. Break off from the main attack, observe and report.”<<
>>”Roger that.”<<Counterpunch stowed his weapon, sprinting his way into the thick of the forest, or at least what was left of it. Once he was safely out of view, he rolled into his alt mode. Not the best alt mode for terrain like this, but since much of it was already cyberformed, the spy didn’t have much trouble engaging hover mode and twisting through the narrow gaps between the trees. There was a lot of distance to cover still, and-
Monstructor wrote:”OFF TO HELL!”
Primus, what the frag?!What followed next was a series of harshly distorted roars, and the fearsome silhouette of a combiner on top of the chaosteros.
Punch had no time to admire or be threatened by this view. He had no time for
anything. He continued driving down until he was at the base of the mountainside on which the Autobots were standing. He transformed, but instead of a mean, thuggish Decepticon, he was now the Autobots’ resident double agent.
A wave of emotions swept over him. Joy, from seeing his fellow Autobots again after so long. Sadness, from seeing how battered they looked. Guilt, from not having helped them enough during Garrus-9’s crusade. Fear, from what could possibly happen to them. And finally, relief, from having changed out of his disguise, his alter ego who threatened his mental well-being and perhaps everything about him. It was a dangerous job, and he often hated it. But what other choice did he have?
He started to ascend the mountainside, trying not to die in the process.
He could deal with the emotions later. Right now, he needed to get up there and get with the people who he stood with. Strength is found in numbers, and any number greater than the current was good for them.
Halfway through, Punch disabled his comm-links. Banzaitron could wait for a message. He brought himself up on the final rock, having bested the treacherous mountain.
And there they were. Pointblank. Whirl. Brainstorm. Fortress Maximus. Skyfall. Wheelie. The Technobots. Countless others.
None looked like they were in good shape.
“Hey, everyone,” he began, trying to draw attention towards himself. This would be one of the few times when he would try to do that. “Sorry, I’ve been trying to uncover as much as I can while I was undercover.”
He spotted Lockdown in the distance, talking to Fort Max.
Of course. Lockdown’s the only kind of guy who’d be trying to bargain in the middle of hell.Skyfall looked over at the newly arrived Punch. If robots could cry tears of joy, this would be the moment when Skyfall would have let loose. “Oh my Primus, Punch! You’re alive!”
“Barely. Too many opportunities that could have gone wrong. It was difficult enough making it here. I managed to get a decent excuse from the-”
The spy turned his head to the chaosteros, who was now in full view.
“Actually, let’s focus on that thing for now,” he said, drawing out his double barreled mortar. He switched on his comm, activating his Decepticon shell-matrix simultaneously, to disguise his messages as being from Counterpunch.
>>”Banzaitron, I have reached the Autobo-”<< (Counter)Punch was cut off by a piece of blasted debris to his side.
>>”...Reached the Autobots. Nothing of the sort with Jhiaxus, as far as I can see, but Lockdown is here and he’s making some negotiations. I’ll try and get some more information.”<<
