Alright time to give a Mini- Battle another go!!! So I am going to run this April 13-16 four days. Start midnight my time on the 12 which is 8 am GMT time the 13th. Ask if you don't know yours. It will end Midnight Monday for me 8 am Tuesday for GMT. Should be a total of 96 hours.
RANSOM!! WOOT was nice enough to take on some of this and make this!
Starting mission:
http://www.seibertron.com/heavymetalwar ... 5040Ending mission:
http://www.seibertron.com/heavymetalwar ... 726Mission level
Autobot 
Decepticon 
Totals (missions)01081402481125140265295236331391154245461921535226385612243671238000TOTALS (pts)1,5362,7664,302pts / 1,366msns
With my numbers Ransom has created the chart. THANKS RANSOM!
PositionCommanderTF NameKills1PsychoutDarth Sylar132PsychoutPsychout133PsychoutEvil the Car124KayevceeThe Bus85ConjurousX-50386PhazeCrueljaw77ThunderscreamDarkwylde78Black JackHigh Jack79Black JackJack in the Box610PsychoutPrimal Fear6
Things will work as follows.
As before there must be at least 3 TFs on each side for the mission to count.
Missions that end with an even numbers (ie #546567593
4) will count.
However NO TAG TEAMs will count.
There will be a point scale. Level 0 missions will make 1 point for a win; level 1s will make 2 points. If it is a 0-1 mission you get the lowest point, 1. An 8 only mission will be worth 9.
Level = Points
0=1
1=2
2=3
3=4
4=5
5=6
6=7
7=8
8=9
And so on.
If there are any volunteers to help make a leader score board, please say so. I will be scoring it. I can forward the valid link to whom ever.
Some thanks*
Thunderscream for taking and improving my texts, I owe you one.
Traks for naming this Battle.
All those that allowed me to use their characters, I hope I did them justice.
On to the story!
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Intro.
The fight for Cybertron had ground into yet another stalemate as each side pondered strategies that they hoped would give their side the advantage. The front lines had settled into an odd quiet, broken only occasionally by shots from snipers, quick skirmishes, or futile charges on heavily defended posts. Mostly the combatants stuck to their trenches and fortifications, dealing with the daily doldrums as best they could, staring across no-mans-land, waiting for the order to attack or for an attack to come at them.
It has been said that war is hell, but for a Decepticon it was a way of life. The heat and smell of combat gave them a sense of purpose, usefulness, and most of all power, the one thing all Decepticons crave above all. It didn’t really matter how one got it; from the lowest ranked recruit driving his blade deep into an Autobot’s spark chamber or a commander directing troops, just about any means justified the ends. And nothing gave a Decepticon a sense of power like victory in battle.
The last major offensive had been a victory and had given his troops a taste of what they craved. With morale high and the enemy weakened, Megatron knew he had the advantage and wasn’t about to give it up anytime soon. If he were going to claim what was rightfully his, he would have to throw everything he had at the weakling Autobots. It was time to call Soundwave, the Lord of Destruction, Super Megatron, and perhaps even Dynamax together to plan the campaign to overrun what was left of the Autobots’ lines.
The only light in the conference room came from the holographic generator in the center of the meeting table. Holomaps, charts, and reconnaissance images of enemy territory floated above the table, angled vertically so that all in the room could see. Occasionally, a surge would pass through the generator, causing the images and the light levels to flicker. The room was eerily silent, the only sound coming from the tall, dark-colored Decepticon at the head of the table.
“Resources are kept here.” Soundwave pressed a small button in front of him. One image zoomed in on a pair of warehouses within the Decepticon lines, highlighted by a luminescent glow. “Coordinates confirmed and secured.”
“Excellent work, Soundwave,” Megatron said, a smirk on his face. “Starscream, take Dark Perceptor and Cannonblast to Sector Alpha. Pickup a load of energon and rendezvous at these coordinates.” He pointed to a to a large building located at the edge of the redrawn battle lines. “Dynamax will come down from the north and meet us there with his team. I want to block the Autobots from reaching Sector Echo.” He indicated a large open area, highlighted in red on the map. “I will send Squawktalk with orders to the rest of the Tools of Destruction to move up from the south. I want that sector taken at all costs.” Megatron turned his back to the table and waited for the inevitable questions.
* * *
“What is so slagging special about Sector Tallories?” Trebuchet inquired. “I saw those little twerps Rumble and Frenzy snooping around and was getting ready to chase them off when Laserbeak and Buzzsaw attacked me, lasers blasting. I fought back and nearly had them running when Air Convoy and Yourconvoy joined them. I’ve also received word of Stratosphera orbiting over the area, scanners reportedly on full.”
Optimus Prime looked down at the tactical grid, indicating the movement of Decepticon regiments in the last seventy-two mega-cycles. “You were right to come to me. The Decepticon’s latest maneuvers have been extremely suspicious. However, if I know Megatron, he’ll want to fuel his troops before he makes his intentions known, but he’ll want to strike as soon as possible. For now, take your team, Conveyus Prime, and the 81st Regional Support to our supply center. We’ll need re-supply our front line units and prepare them for the worst.
The smaller Autobot stood at attention a moment before she took off out the door. As she exited, she failed to notice Gemini standing outside next to the door, quietly listening to the conversation within. He had a working relationship with Soundwave and was certain any information he could glean would be useful.
Optimus gazed over his senior commanders a moment before continuing. “I don’t know what is in Sector Tallories that’s gained Megatron’s interest, but if the Decepticons want it you can be assured that it means bad news for us. We need to send our own units into that area and find out what’s in there. Overloaded, take Op and Phasewing and survey that sector. Take your teams and use extreme caution; this could be an elaborate trap. Blaster, send word to Alpha Strike, Evolution Prime and Hoistimus to have their teams ready to move at a moment’s notice; we may need them before this is all over. Tell Greeny to expect the worst as well. The Autobot leader looked over his roster again; many of his units were still recovering from the damage they had incurred in the last Decepticon offensive. Some had not even had time to visit the CR chambers and they still needed to repair parts of their defense system.
“Listen carefully my fellow Autobots.” He touched a section of the map, illuminating a line across the grid. “We cannot allow the Decepticons to push us any further than this point. If they do, they will cut us off from one of our most important resources and use it for their own purposes. If that happens, I can’t imagine what Megatron will be able to accomplish…”
* * *
“Come in Blaster.”
The Autobot communications officer tuned to the channel and gave it his undivided attention. “Yo man, what do you need to know?”
Out in the field, Iron Chef Energon fiddled with the communicator while the rest of his Lasting Love Jumping Kittens team scanned the area. “We are getting major energy readings out here. Looks like whatever natural resource our planet has left has managed to reach the surface. Or at least close enough to obtain a reading.”
Optimus heard the report from his position across the command center. “I was afraid of that,” he said grimly. “Order more units to that region and tell them to prepare for…”
Iron Chef’s voice interrupted suddenly, his tone one of surprise and urgency. “Mayday, mayday, our unit’s under attack! They came from everywhere! Send immediate reinforcements…” The connection hissed, crackled once, then died all together.
Blaster allowed a few nano-clicks to pass before he tried to re-establish contact. “Blaster to Iron Chef, come in. Blaster to anyone, please respond.”
Optimus’ optics narrowed. “They need assistance now,” he said, turning to the door. “I’m heading out. Have anyone who’s not in the CR chambers sent to the Kittens’ last known coordinates. We have to push the Decepticons back immediately.” He exited the command center in a near run with several other Autobots following close behind.
im going to look out for those even mission numbers.... 
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