That was the resulting explosion of a grenade fired from the launcher of Heavy Ground Trooper, and Blight had fallen into the literal middle of a standoff between the enemy and two Salvation crew members. The Heavy Ground Trooper shifts their forearm into a Scrapmaker minigun, and weapon’s many barrels begin to spin as the firing mechanism revs up.
Epsilon thundered into position and assumed his turret mode, opening fire on the Ground Troopers.
So focused were the Ground Troopers on shooting at Shockwave that they didn’t notice Epsilon until two of their number had already fallen. Of the remaining four, two turn their photon rifles on Epsilon, while the other two continue to harass Shockwave.
Epsilon begins walking around while his upper half remained in turret idea and continued to shoot the ground troopers.
Epsilon’s two opponents are slain, and Shockwave disposes of the other two with a blast from his arm cannon.
“Hostiles neutralized,” he coldly reports, turning his head to look at Epsilon from over his shoulder with his singular crimson eye.
Actaeon attempts to cut the terrorcon up and chop it to pieces.
Epsilon didn’t say anything. He watched for any more heretics.
Actaeon is successful. The dismembered terrorcon falls.
Currently, there were none, but there were likely to be more until either the Twenty-sixth Fleet was repelled, or until Salvation could escape- which she couldn’t do, until the terrorcons boarding from the derelict were repelled.
“They’re after the map,” Grommet pants. Sprocket held the ancient machine in question in his right hand.
SideStep stumbled clumsily into the airlock.
“This is so much worse than being drunk…” he grunted in pain.
The cold of space may feel refreshing to SideStep and company- a phenomenon caused by their increasing distance between them and the Dark Energon permeating the wreck’s interior.
Outside, the entire terrorcon horde could be seen clustering around the launch points of the five anchor cables, appearing as mounds of rusted armor and violet light from this distance. They leapt onto the cables and frantically scurried up them towards Salvation. Around the Fleetcarrier, the thirty-two warships of the Twenty-sixth Fleet could be seen besieging her. Her weapons fired in all directions, striking the assault ships and intercepting boarding craft, but unable to target both the heretics and the incoming terrorcons. The terrorcons didn’t seem to notice the battle waging around them; they were entirely focused on swarming Salvation.
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Actaeon goes back into his flight-mode and circles around shooting his sub-sonic repeaters at the terrorcons.
Blight grunts in frustration. “Kid, go make yourself useful and find my gun!”
Instead of responding, Pixel stares intensely at the heavy trooper’s weapon. Suddenly, he transforms into a Scrapmaker himself, leaping into Blight’s arms.
“Okay,” Blight shrugs, “I suppose this will work.”
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More terrorcons are cut down, but more still were flooding the corridor. Actaeon couldn’t hope to defeat them all by himself.
One terrorcon jumps at his side again.
The Heavy Ground Trooper fires their weapon.
Actaeon thought about proceeding with the same strategy again, however this time he sped up and directed himself upwards to fly out of reach of the terrorcon.
She turned her hand into blaster mode and pointed it to his ribs as she caught his other shoulder.
“If you oppose me, you die. If you try any tricks, you die. If you are too slow, you die.”
She said, pushing him out of the medbay.
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Actaeon evades the leaping terrorcon, but soon would come face-to-face with a new enemy: the ceiling.
A heretic Decepticon squadron enters the room, and react in horror when they see the terrorcons. The undead stop focusing on Actaeon and begin to swarm their newfound prey. The terrified shouts of the Ground Troopers blends into the unholy shrieks of the terrorcons.
“Do you want anything explained?” He asked
“No, genius I want a pizza!”
She said, clearly annoyed.