by Smokescreen85 » Mon May 26, 2008 2:11 pm
- Motto: ""A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.""
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Refinery Complex 3 – Warehouses
Smokescreen quickly found cover amongst a stack of crates nearby. Blast-Off’s lasers had scourched his frame a bit, but nothing too serious. Finally, the lasers subsided. I guess that orbiting coward found someone else to shoot at, Smokey thought as he began assessing the damage he’d sustained in his battle with Carnage. He had damage to his left wing/door, right forearm and wrist, left shoulder, scorch marks across his hood and roof areas, dents and abrasions across his front from skidding along the ground, and the worst - a nasty gash across his back from the Sweep’s blade. Furthermore, one of his smoke generators was out of commission and the other was barely functional.
While most of Smokescreen’s injuries were relatively minor, except for that gash, collectively they were beginning to take a toll on his endurance levels, which were only average on a good day. And this was not a good day. I could really use Ratchet right about now. But Ratchet was not here and there was no sign of Autobot reinforcements yet. He could only hope that they would get there soon. From what he could tell, the LSC was completely surrounded by Decepticon forces and more were arriving every astrosecond his team was stuck in the refinery.
Smokescreen checked the ammo level on his rifle. It was half full and he still had plenty more cartridges left in subspace storage. More than enough to continue fighting until help arrived. And more than enough to take out that little glitch. The diversionary tactician then climbed up on top of a stack of crates and scanned the area below for Carnage. He found her giving Snarl a hard time. "There you are my little darling," Smokey whispered to himself, about to take aim. Then he noticed a drone approaching from his left. It was flying erratically and lower than the stack of crates Smokescreen was currently standing on. Looks like it’s guidance systems are still scrambled. Hmmm…I have an idea.
As the drone passed by just below the top crate, Smokescreen leapt down and landed on top of the mindless ‘con. He grabbed ahold of both sides of the hovercraft and held on tightly as the Sweep drone tried to shake him, but to no avail. Pushing and pulling on both sides of the drone, Smokescreen was finally able to gain some control over it. He then pulled up on the right side, causing the Sweep to bank left. The red and blue Autobot then shifted his weight forward, forcing the drone into a dive. The drone was now on a direct collision course with Carnage, who was still occupied with Snarl on the ground. Using his rifle, Smokescreen blasted away at the top of the drone, destroying it’s guidance system completely and ensuring it would stay on course and not pull up at the last moment.
As the ground, and Carnage, grew larger and larger in his optical view, Smokey quickly leapt off the drone’s back and landed near some machinery. He looked up and watched as the drone continued diving towards Carnage like a huge missle that would hopfully end with a spectacular collision.
On the ground
Snarl fired back at Carnage as the femme Sweep broke cover. Her lasers found their target, bouncing off the Dinobot’s tough chest plate. "Hmmm. Was me, Snarl, supposed to feel that, ‘con?" Not waiting for an answer, the desert warrior continued firing. Then the Dinobot looked up and saw a drone diving directly at Carnage with Smokescreen hanging on to it’s back! What he doing? He crazy! Snarl wondered in amazement. It was then that Smokey jumped to safety and Snarl simply watched to see if the drone crashed into Carnage or not.
Dauntless crash site
Laserfire erupted around Bluestreak as Shrike dived towards him. "Oh no, you didn’t just shoot that green slag at me!" The Autobot gunner quipped, returning fire at Shrike and quickly taking cover behind a large piece of wreckage. Well, it didn’t take long for the ‘cons to notice our presence, Blue thought as more explosions went off, covering him with debris. He then opened his commlink:
>>Bravo! Scattershot! Anyone! I’m under attack. In need of assistance.<<