HC glared at Daria. “Are you MAD?! Do you have a death wish?!” He said to her, then he turned an eye to Nova.
Blight held his position, ready for the first sign of danger.
Confused, he judged any nearby citizens for a template to scan.
Redstocker continued pushing the prisoners towards the tower.
Delta and Blackbeak, meanwhile, just arrive and landed on the same platform.
Song was silently eyeing Nova, still in her dragon mode.
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city, but it was doubtful that it would be enough- the weapons of these repurposed starships were seven millennia out of date; with the amount of firepower Bludgeon’s fleet possessed, the warlord could turn the city below the spaceport into rubble with his opening salvo, if he so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The pilgrims carried old, outdated weapons, while the crew of Salvation’s armaments were the best of what the Autobots and Decepticons could provide.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.
GC dashed forward, and activated his shield, attempting to stop the blasts.
“Can I get my shotgun now?” Redstocker asked.
Delta turned to Salvo.
“You see that?”
Blackbeak hid behing Delta’s leg, obviously intimidated.
Wildsong attempted to incinerate the feathers, tho the firestorm would most than likely be too big to control and it would probably affect some of the other crew members too if they were too close.
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.
Wildsong, still in her dragon mode, swipe to her right, before lunging at the Prime.
“Have any idea where the prisoners’ weapons would be stored?”
It was only then when Delta realised this. She tried to call Salvo via the comms.
Elsewhere in the village Gronius, still in his dragon mode, was flying above the buildings, looking up at the ships, preparing for battle.
GC stood up panting.
“Everybody STOP!” He yelled, holding his hands out.
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.”
Song ignored him, as his yell would not stop a life-threatening laser shot.
“No problem.” He said with a slight smile.
Zepar smiled wickedly as his eyes blazed with purple light and a flame-like aura washed over the Dark Energon Saber.
He charges at Nova, not caring about anything else. I mean, it wouldn’t be his fault if Nova accidentally got in the way of his blades.
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.
She tried to swoop into the air, above him, and land behind him.
The explosion throws Song up into the air, hitting her by the roof.
Destabilised, she tries to land in a safe spot.
“Yes, but the ship is quite unavailable at the moment.”
“Where are you?”
Daria mentally notes what trigger that was most of them were still unfamiliar to her. She charges in after the explosion with the bayonet ready.
Actaeon activates his Vector Shield, letting the energy barrier expand over him.
Scrapshot watches the flurry of rounds descended from the heretics’ ships in the sky.
Driftburn walks up to the window,
“I know what you’re thinking, but we’re the last line of defense.”
“And as such we will server out part and make sure the key in secure.”
Scrapshot smiles and readies his weapons.
Nova’s hand suddenly shoots out of the smoke, reaching for Daria’s neck.
The Vector Shield was only available to Actaeon in robot mode.
“What do you think I can do about that?” Forcep snarks. “I’m a doctor, not a quartermaster.”
“I’m on the beach,” Salvo says.
Song hit her head too hard to be able to react to Nova’s new attack.
“And who is the quartermaster?”
“Copy!” she said, before she turned to Blackbeak. “Follow me.” she said, before flying towards Salvo’s position.
Blackbeak squeaked tiredly before following Delta.
Seeing it not work, Actaeon would go into robot mode and do the same.
Daria thrusts the gun upwards, aiming to put the bayonet between her and the dishonored prime.
Zepar was thrown back and something in his mind snapped, the aura surrounding the Dark Energon Saber roared like a furnace as Zepar charged at Nova Prime again.
OOC: And now, Zepar is hulking out.