The Splitter brothers made their way towards Forcep.
Sidestep searched for some enemies to take care of.
The claws are able to inflict a scratch on his chest as he dashes away, with the katana still impaled inside of the terrorcon as he uses his arm blaster to fire at the zombie’s chest.
Forcep’s forearms split apart into a myriad of tools.
“Step right up…” he dryly quips.
SideStep could see to of his allies- Scorchlock and Laslow, being menaced by terrorcons.
The shots might damage Scorchlock’s sword, but they also deal a killing blow upon the terrorcon.
Laslow kicks the creature in the chest, trying to shove it off.
“Right. We are near a large energy field, head for and you should see us.”
Scorchlock made sure not to damage his sword with his shots as he yanks the katana out of the terrorcon’s chest, he looked at it and then he placed it back before making a run for that warp cannon.
Laslow is successful; the terrorcon staggers backward.
Scorchlock’s progress is impeded by another terrorcon- this one wielding a blade coming out of its left forearm, jumps at him, slashing the air with its weapon.
“I see you!” Drag-race affirms.
“Hey, idiot!” she could be heard calling to the pilot. “Get us over there!”
The three did so.
SideStep charged at the Terrorcons, waving his axe wildly.
“Oh hell nah.” He rolled out of the way and kept running.
Laslow scrambles to his feet, and prepares for the next strike.
“Right, we’ll be waiting for you.”
In mere moments, Forcep repairs the damages to the Splitter brothers’ wings, and also patches up the most severe of their gunshot wounds.
The terrorcon attacking Laslow is momentarily distracted by Sidestep’s sudden approach.
The terrorcon roars and gives chase, sprinting after Scorchlock and quickly gaining ground.
before long, the second dropship appears over head. It had sustained great damage to its hull and weapons, but as Drag-race had said, it was still flying, and that would have to be enough.
Scorchlock turned around and fired with his forearm blaster at the terrorcon’s face.
Laslow tries to sweep the legs out from under it.
GC strode over to the bay doors, and waited for them to emerge.
The terrorcon falls onto its back as the shot connects.
Laslow would be successful; the terrorcon falls flat on its face.
The bay doors open, and through the aperture could be seen several battered prisoners, many of whom wave to Gatecrasher.
Scorchlock takes this distraction and continues to make a run at the warp cannon.
Laslow put his foot to its back, and tried to put several shots in it’s head.
GC gave a terse wave back. “You lot get to a healer, find a man by the name of Forcep, tell him Gatecrasher sent you.”
Scorchlock would eventually reach Salvation’s bridge. The room was spotless- in a similar state to how it had looked when our heroes began their journey a month ago back on Cybertron. The captain’s chair was gone, but the rest of it looked much the same.
Scorchlock was currently the only one on the bridge. The various consoles and gunnery stations around the room were dark and inert- save for the array of holo-screens before the pilot’s seat. That just so happened to be where the warp cannon’s controls were.
The terrorcon goes limp as Laslow destroys its brain module.
“Forcep?” one of the prisoners repeats, excited. “He’s here?”
Scorchlock whistled. “Hello, beautiful…” He said as he walked towards the pilot’s seat of the Warp Cannon as he sat down and immediately started to fiddle with the controls and activate the cannon. “Let’s wake you up baby, what do you say?” He asked, talking with it.
The bridge rumbles as the warp cannon’s three mile long barrel extends from Salvation’s bow. Two vents on either side of the barrel fold open as conduits running down its length come alight with a white glow.
FIRING SEQUENCE INITIATED
-The holo-screen reads.
CHARGING... ONE PERCENT CHARGED... CHARGING...
A growl echoes from the warp cannon’s immense barrel, underscored by a deep hum that Scorchlock could feel in his frame.
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The growl of the warp cannon that was growling deep into his frame gave him goosebumps. “Oh, ho, ho…I have awaken the beast.” He said as he watched the holo-screen.
“Though it will take time till it reaches one hundred percent charging…” He muttered to himself.
OOC: meant to say ‘hum’ there in that last part.
IC:
CHARGING... THREE PERCENT CHARGED... CHARGING...
The warp cannon continues to hum, and couplings in the sides of the barrel begin to slowly turn, rotating counterclockwise as bursts of electricity flash between them.
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