The cannon’s beam shoot’s toward Spectrum.
Facelift joins the attack, firing a shot from his own cannon. Several of the pilgrims also make their decision to fight Nova and deploy their own weapons, as well.
Nova is pelted with bullets, tank shells, corrosive slime, rockets, and plasma bolts that tear off pieces of his armor and cause him to stagger about. Snarling, his cannons begin to spin around him, each on targeting a different bot and firing. Their yellow beams melt through many a pilgrim, killing them instantly, and carve shallow, black gashes in the walls. Topside narrowly evades death himself, dashing to the side as a beam just misses his shoulder.
Shockwave deals a killing blow, firing a blast from the hyperflux cannon on his right arm at Nova’s sternum. Nova doesn’t even have time to scream as the blast rips his upper body to shreds. Jagged pieces of white and black metal fly out in all directions… and suddenly come to a halt in midair as a speck of yellow light shines above the wreckage of Nova’s torso.
Nova’s spark re-ignites around the Emberstone shard, and the pieces of his body are drawn around it, reassembling themselves into the visage of the false Prime. As his head is rebuilt, he roars in pain and fury as his chest and arms re-form, covered in glowing, blue-green veins of energy.
The NPCs stare at the sight in horror.
“Oh, you’ve gotta be frakkin’ kidding!” Thrift swears.
The barrage was intense. Ordnance continues to pour from the warships’ guns at an alarming rate. It would take blind luck to fly through the firestorm up to the fleet, and Primus wasn’t in much of a position to provide.
A torrent of red plasma streaks down through the spaceport’s bridges up above and strikes the makeshift buildings of the pilgrims’ city, blowing many of them to pieces. Metal and glass flies through the night air, with more than a few dismembered cybertronian limbs among the debris.
The meager defenses the pilgrims had raised fire, sending a pathetic retaliation back up at the enemy warships in the form of burst of plasmafire and laser beams that are quickly lost amidst the barrage.
The most well-armed bot that Pixel may have seen right then might’ve been Halfrunner, whose right arm had shifted into a large minigun. He and his taciturn companion ran through the chaos of the barrage with a group of soldiers, seeking cover. An orange beam shot from one of the warships suddenly strikes the ground close to them, causing an explosion that blows many to pieces. Halfrunner and his companion vanish in the explosion and debris.
