- Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
- Weapon: Oxidating Laser
The first wave of Sweeps, lead by Scourge, had erupted from the bowels of the Semper Tyrannis like a plague of locusts. And like locusts, they would gnaw away at any Autobot aerial defenses until their was little other than an empty husk remaining. The other wave of Sweeps Cyclonus had kept for himself, to be part of the direct assault wave aboard the Steelhaven. All were ready, and as the word came through that Scorponok had moved forward with the true substance of their assault Cyclonus stood ready.
He could hear and feel the connective equipment as it launched from its port and eventually slamming against the awaiting Autobot battleship.
"The crew will have been bored and battle-eager for a long time. Let us not disappoint them," Cyclonus said as interlocking mechanisms secured the primary link between the two vessels. "Decimate anything in our path."
With a few final hissing releases of steam and metallic pressure, the path into the boarding tube unsealed itself. The Terrorcons, the true head of this potent spear, roared forward under Hungrr's imposing command, but they would not be left alone. Scourge's battle-hungry Huntsmen were right on their heels, followed by the other Decepticons comprising the boarding assault battlegroup. Walking became running almost instantly as the Decepticons proceeded to tear across the considerable distance that still existed between the two ships, despite them now being locked together. Large, transparent apertures on either side of the tube also allowed clear views of the battle taking place in the space around the Elba moon. It only fueled Cyclonus' own battle-readiness all the more and he suspected it did the same for many others.
As they approached the other connective port, it was blasted away as the battlegroup came within meters and blaster fire began to tear through the tunnel.
"It is Decepticons!!!!"
"I knew it!"
"Get that frag cannon in place!"
Cyclonus detected those cries and several more as the Decepticons began to spill into the wound that the Semper Tyrannis had inflicted upon the Autobot battleship.
"No mercy!" Cyclonus cried, as his oxidating laser added its destructive force to the cacophony of other weapons fire being returned in the Autobots' direction.
"With no small amount of pleasure," Tentakil said in response to Snaptrap's commands, quickly getting up from his station and following his commander's orders as quickly as he could. Snaptrap was not one to condone any idle lazing about, especially when they were now joint deep in a battle.
He spared a passing glance in Nautilator's direction as he voiced his disgust over Skalor's ongoing aroma. Tentakil simply shrugged.
"You expected...what? Terran roses? Splendoran nectar?" the Seacon queried nonchalantly, followed by another quick shrug of indifference and then quickly heading off in the direction of the dropship hangar as Snaptrap had ordered.
The Insecticon swarm had assumed its position within the myriad of pods that had been produced for an attack such as this one.
Inside the pod, thanks to certain Insecticon modifications over the years, many of them truly resembled what one would expect from a cybernetic insect egg. Threadbare in their equipment and capabilities, they would provide just enough protection and stability to get the majority of them down to the Elba surface with little interference.
>>"And so it comes,"<< Kickback's voice's chittered in Bombshell's head.
"So it does," he said, preparing the launch sequence for his and every other available pod within the vessel. Those diaclones that did not get a pod to themselves would simply have to risk the descent down to the surface on their own, hazardous though it would be.
The Pestilence began to shake, minor rumbles at first but fast escalating into a series of massive tremors that felt as if they might shake the ship apart the openings for the pods and the drop ships cleared out of the way.
Then, like little spiderlings, the drop pods began to spill out of the Pestilence and shoot off toward the penitentiary below.
The sheer multitude of messages coming into the warden halfway tempted him to shut off his comm receivers altogether and just focus on what was happening. He knew he couldn't do that though. He just had to do his best to filter through everything, coordinate where he could and let the Autobots' training do the rest. Among several messages that caught his attention, one had been forwarded to him via the command center and it definitely deserved a response.
>>”Hey, Max?! Please tell me I get to take my new toy out for a test drive. I need to break it in.”<<
Maximus reouted the link so that he was directly in touch with Whirl.
>>"That's an affirmative Whirl. We are at Code Alpha. No drill. Let loose."<<
Maximus knew exactly what he was saying to an individual like Whirl by using the words he had. That was why he almost never had an opportunity to say them. But these were Decepticons at the gate, and Maximus had no qualms about unleashing every resource at his disposal to combat the threat until it had passed.
"It's big time Max. They're all over!" one of the guards said as Fortress Maximus stormed toward the central receiving doors that connected to a majority of the other areas of the prison. Machine gun batteries on his wrists emerged, as did the mortar cannons on either of his legs and the heat-seeking missile launchers in his midsection. He quickly checked the ammo levels on his photon rifle and made sure that his secondary blade was in position. If the Decepticons wanted to bring the war here, so be it. He would answer.
Deactivating one of the primary locks, Maximus stepped through one set of doors and out into an open area of the prison. The sight that greeted him was unlike anything that he had expected: the Steelhaven seemingly being leeched onto to by an equally massive warship. Other ships locked in mortal combat with one another. And one particularly foul looking vessel dispersing hundreds of drop pods in their direction.
Maximus stood ready, unphased by any of it, even if it was more than he could have ever expected. Was Megatron himself at the head of such a massive assault?.
He recognized that ship now that he looked at it again. The Semper Tyrannis. Scorponok.
"Get those turrets online! Fire at will!"