A fog had settled over the sea, and dark clouds hid the stars in the sky above. The pilgrims had deployed what defenses were available in their city below the spaceport, and now awaited Bludgeon’s arrival.
Facelift looks down at Spectrum.
“I get the distinct impression we’ve frakked up royally, little lady,” he says.
The scrapmaker component of the Big Stick unleashes a storm of bullets that pelt Nova’s back… to the mere annoyance of the disgraced Prime. He barely even flinches as he turns around to look at Daria.
“Well, it’s about time someone broke the tension…” he quips as he flourishes his wings, their orange conduits turning yellow and glowing brightly.
Salvation’s prisoners are quickly escorted into one of the spaceport’s towers. Their guards post themselves around it, preparing for battle with the rest of the Fleetcarrier’s crew.
Thunder rumbles ominously in the clouds above, and pilgrims and Salvation crew members alike silently watch the sky, awaiting the Heretics’ attack. They had activated all the defenses they could in the ramshackle city, but it was doubtful that it would be enough- the weapons of these repurposed starships were seven millennia out of date; with the amount of firepower Bludgeon’s fleet possessed, the warlord could turn the city below the spaceport into rubble with his opening salvo, if he so desired.
running between the high cliffs, above the city like a great shield were the bridges, platforms, and towers of the ancient spaceport. Most of it’s mechanisms remained offline, save for the giant rings that slowly spun around Salvation, activated from the control room by the Omega Key.
Lightning flashes within the clouds, revealing the silhouette of an immense Decepticon insignia hovering high overhead- it was Bludgeon’s flagship, the Armageddon. The familiar outlines of a fleet of other Decepticon battleships hang around it. The Heretics had arrived.
The pilgrims carried old, outdated weapons, while the crew of Salvation’s armaments were the best of what the Autobots and Decepticons could provide.
The long feathers of Nova’s wings- eight, in all- detach from the Prime’s body and hover beside him as they transform into energy cannons. Two of them emit a loud him as a powerful beam of yellow energy shoots from each of them, aimed at Daria.
The shield would offer Gatecrasher and Daria a moment of protection. So powerful were the beams that they would quickly overload the energy shield, causing it to shatter.
The flames lap harmlessly off Nova Prime and his cannons. Still, it draws the Prime’s attention. Ceasing his attack on Daria and Gatecrasher, he whips around to face his new opponent, the cannons around him following his movements. Nova fires a single beam of energy at Wildsong. The shot, would it connect, would be most likely lethal.
“I won’t stop you…” Forcep says, gazing up at the enemy ships, his metal brow furrowed.
Salvo hadn’t followed Delta out of the control room. She was elsewhere in the city, no doubt ready for battle.
Actaeon would get his new shield ready. He transforms into his space-fighter altmode and soars towards the Heretics’ ships. It was better to strike now then to wait for the enemy to strike first.
Driftburn wanders around the halls looking for himself, when he hears Scrapshot muttering alone in a room. He came in on hearing Scrapshot calling himself the “real fake”.
Driftburn huffs aloud alerting Scrapshot if his presence,
“I was thinking the same. I’m the real fake… but seeing your sorry aft-pipe makes me question our conclusions.”
“So what do you suggest?”
Driftburn smiles walking into the room,
“Starting now, we’re both real, neither of us is the fake… so let’s protect this key from those heretics… Big brother would’ve done the same.”
Scrapshot raises a brow ridge,
“Would he? He was extremely dedicated to the decepticon cause… although he was honorable when dealing with us. We really didn’t know that much about him. There’s a chance that if he was still alive that-”
Driftburn grabs Scrapshot and lifts him to his feet,
“Then who am I? Am I not what we thought what we knew of our brother? I honestly doubt that he would betray us like that, but we both know he’s dead. We both saw it…”
Scrapshot backs off,
“Fine… We both will live as if we’re both real, but at the end of the day we might become one, like we used to be and when that happens, I doubt the both of us will be around.”
Scrapshot looks at the key,
“Our current objective is to protect this key at all costs. We aren’t a triple-changer anymore, heck we can’t even transform… so we’ll need each other to protect this key…”
Driftburn nods and readies his weapons.
Daria completely calm throughout this occasion points her Big Stick at Nova Prime and pulls a different trigger, partly hoping that chaos-rift combuster would come into play. She comments to Gatecrasher, “Good save.”
A cannon on either side of Nova Prime takes aim at Wildsong, firing simultaneously.
It just so happened that trigger was for the rift combuster. The clusterbombs litter the platform on which Nova stood and explode, shrouding the Prime in fire and smoke. Unfortunately, depending on how close Zepar and Wildsong were, they may have been hurt as well (@Toa_Vladin@BlackBeltGamer98)
“On the ship,” Forcep replies.
“Yeah?” Salvo’s voice crackles through the comlink.
“This’d better be important.”
A storm of plasma from one of the attack crafts’ weapons races toward Actaeon. Designed to pierce the hulls of Autobot warships, this weapon and its munitions could make short work of one bot.
Those on the ground below could hear the harsh buzz of the weapon in the sky above.