by USDA Prime » Fri Sep 28, 2012 4:17 am
- Motto: "Delicious steaks are the right of all sentient beings."
- Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
Oh Shore
Warpath kept his cannon aimed squarely at Hardhead as the war veteran transformed to robot mode. When he had decided to join Rodimus and the others to attack the Decepticons, the crimson warrior believed he and Hardhead would be fighting side by side, taking down the Decepticons with their firepower and great strength. The last thing he would have thought he'd be doing was having to fire on his old war buddy.
Hardhead's words were a complete shock to Warpath- the destruction of every Cybertronian in the Universe? Those were not words he would expect from any Autobot, let alone one he'd fought beside so many times.
Before the crimson warrior had the chance to reply, the green mech had took hold of his cannon with one hand and bent the front half pointing down, making Warpath's only weapon completely useless. The tankformer didn't have an astrosecond to contemplate the ruining of his recently rebuilt cannon when he got a vicious headbutt right to the face, sending him down.
Just as soon as the Warpath hit the ground, Hardhead was already right on top of him, proclaiming it was the end for Warpath. The green mech then proceeded to pound the tank-bot's faceplate hard, repeatedly, and without mercy. Warpath had seen the war veteran fight Decepticons many times, but he never seen him attack an enemy so brutally . With each hit Warpath's faceplate caved and buckled until it was a broken mess, his vision becoming blurred by the damage his optics were starting to take as well as the repeated damage warnings that were brought up by his diagnostics computer. Each pound he took hurt, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as the fact that it was coming from a mech he had long trusted and relied on in the field of battle.
When Hardhead stopped his assault, there was little that Warpath could do. His arms and legs flailed about as he tried to mount some kind of escape or attack, but with all the damage his cerebral circuits had taken there little strength or coordination in any of his movements. By now he had taken so much damage to the head, now a mangled mess of broken armor plating, cracked circuits, splattered energon and wires, that he hardly felt anything.
"yerrr......yerrrrrrrrr nnnnnnnn,", was all that Warpath could weakly spit out from his broken vocal processor, just before Hardhead ripped his broken head from the rest of his body with little effort. It was an indescribable pain, followed by a feeling of complete numbness as his systems could do nothing but fail.
ye're......not.......Hard......head......, was the last think Warpath could think while his sensors sputtered offline, as his former war buddy lifted his head up and laughed, only to toss it aside as if it were just another piece of garbage. As his body flailed around without direction before shutting down from the loss of energon gushing out of his neck, Warpath went completely offline just before his head hit the ground.
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Saferoute had pulled out her laser rifle as she got the response from Ricochet- not the response she wanted to hear though, and if they both lived this whole mess she would make sure to slap him for calling her 'sweetspark'. But that was the last thing she could think of. She cautiously moved to the edge of cover, to see what was happening with the two warriors still out in the open. Her jaw dropped as she just managed to see Hardhead rip Warpath's head off with little effort.
Oh no, Warpath! They're not slagging around here, and none of the other Autobots even know where we are! Oh slaggit I'm an idiot for getting involved in all this, what was I thinking?
The busformer was quickly caught by surprise as Hex made his presence known, having snuck right next to her. Startled she quickly turned toward the young mech, aiming her rifle right at his head.
"Don't move!", she threatened, "Who says I'm hiding?"
Saferoute stood up as tall as she could, in a vain attempt to intimidate Hex with her larger size. She looked over him, remembering the earlier warning from Ricochet about Hex and the other backstabbers being more powerful. She had already seen the war veteran Hardhead rip Warpath apart without straining a servo, so it may well have been more than just an overreaction from the marksman. But as far as Saferoute could tell there wasn't any significant physical difference in the young mech in front of her.
"So this was all just a trap for us from the beginning, wasn't it?", she asked as she kept her finger close to her gun's trigger, "I should have known something was rotten if you were a part of it, Unicron's Spawn!"
Saferoute began to shake her head in disbelief. She had come down here to fight Decepticons, in retaliation for all the innocent lives they had killed, especially those in El Dorado. Regardless of how much of a punk he was or how many times she'd wanted to slap him for oft-handed remarks, she never thought she would have to fight a fellow Autobot. As much as she hated to think it, this would have been easier for her if some Earth creature were in danger.
"You know what the worst part is? There was actually a few times that I thought there was a good bot in you. If a decent mech like Axle would take you under his wing, then you couldn't be all bad, right?", with a little of disgust, she aimed her rifle even more carefully at Hex's cranial chamber, "I'll bet that's what you're really looking forward too, isn't it? When you see the look on Axle's face when he finds out what a complete piece of slag you are."
She shook her head, she couldn't hesitate. This wasn't an Autobot anymore, this was a traitor and an enemy. And he was much faster than she was, so if she was going to do anything she had to do it while he was still close. He audio sensors began to pick up the sound of explosions, hitting different areas around them. It was probably enemy artillery, Decepticon reinforcements. If she wanted to survive she needed to take him out now, before they were too heavily outnumbered.
Saferoute didn't have anything more to say. Gritting her teeth, she resisted the urge to shut her optics, and fired right at Hex's head.
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USDA Prime on Sat Sep 29, 2012 7:36 pm, edited 1 time in total.