by FuzzymusPrime » Sun May 18, 2008 5:36 pm
Skies above the Crash Site
Scourge kept gaining altitude, trying to find ID signals from the Sweep Drones so they could be set to task. As the jamming started to clear, he managed to get signals off. The drones around the battle site lifted off and into a circular formation, while on the Iacon border, the patrol there veered off and heading for the incoming Autobot Shuttle.
A confused radio message came in from the Sweep formerly known as Macabre. Scourge had heard nothing from Carnage or Rage in some time. The chaos of the situation was maddening, and Scourge's sensor returns weren't helping matters.
>>Lord Thunderwing, there are more autobots incoming from the Tagan highway! They must have slipped in while the ECM was up, they're approaching the crash site! It must be...<<
Scourge saw, and he howled.
>>Discord!!! Round up everyone and take down that shuttle!!! I have my prey.<<
"SUNSTREAKER!!!!" Scourge flew at the yellow warrior, ignoring his allies. "You and I have unfinished business!"
Near the Dauntless
Swindle sat back, waiting for his fellow Combaticons to show up. With the smoke preventing recon and jamming his radio, he figured he had a good enough excuse for it.
Then he heard noise on the street below. Peering over the top of his buildingtop vantage point, he saw Bluestreak coming up on the smoldering shuttle. Peeking to his left he saw more Autobots coming behind him. Ohslagohslagohslag!! The rest of the guys better get here soon! Swindle backed carefully away from the edge of the roof, looking for cover to crawl into.
Bravo transformed as they approached the battle site and drew his sword, his only remaining weapon. "I'll head around the other way and scout the situation, me and Bluestreak'llWHOA!! Incoming!!" Bravo scrabbled out from Scourges flightpath, slightly confused at the lack of lasers spewing from the Decepticon.
Refinery Complex 3 - Main Pumps
The arrival of Wierdwolf and Skullcruncher was quite heartening to the Constructicons. Bonecrusher was a little disconcerted that Scrapper felt his new wall wasn't enough, but mostly he was confused about what Weirdwolf was saying. Mixmaster prattled on as he added a laser-proof coating to the fortifications: "Welcome, salutations, and thank you gentlemechs, greetings from the bottom of our sparks..."
Scrapper simply continued disengaging the pumps. As the pressure releived the work became easier. They would be done with the pumps soon and could concentrate on the energon remaining in the facility. The battle seemed to have stalled at the outskirts of the refinery, but Scrapper knew only too well that a single stray blaster bolt could change everything.
"Use the fortifications! Make them come to you, we can only risk hand-to-hand combat here. And watch that pumping Scavenger, you'll spray energon vapor about!!"
Curse those Autobots!! Even breaking our frames fixing the walls was better than this!
Warehouses
"Confused, Bludgeon?? Can't blame ya, all this smoke and fire is making my eyes lube up. And nothing either side is doing is making much sense. This is why I usually stick to assassination, simpler all-round."
Frankly, Banzai-Tron was annoyed with the whole situation. He could barely see 50 mechanometers, the only thing on the command frequencies were Thunderwing and Bugly telling the warriors to do better, and if he went after Smokescreen like he'd wanted to, there was a good chance he'd be shot by his own side. Banzai-Tron really wasn't in the mood for martial arts: He wanted stress relief.
Levelling his Photon Nuetraliser at Kup as he wrestled with Mindwipe above the pair of martial arts masters, Banzai-Tron rattled off a burst. The first shots went wide, doing little but soaking up more of the interfering smoke. "Hey Mindwipe, hold still, I'm trying'ta help ya here!!" Banzai-Tron fired again, looking forward to putting some rounds into the old timer. He didn't even want to kill him that much, he just wanted to hear a satisfying "Thrankd" of his weapon breaking metal. He could kill Kup properly once he was in a better mood.
"Yeah, you Snarl handle those 2. Me Slag deal with these half-dozen. It our new team-up attack." Slag finally got some time to prioritise the multitiude of murderous impulses going through his processor, and decided that the most expedient way to handle them was to head towards the largest group of mechs he could see and deal with them.
That green-and-red guy shot me...I know I want to Kup a piece of my fist...I'm pretty sure that winged thing landed on me for some reason...and who's that ugly guy with the funny armor? I should just kill him on general principle.
Slag turned and thundered back towards the main fight, flames licking around his mouth. There were big plusses to being armed with highly indiscriminate weapons, it made choosing targets a whole lot easier.