The the three troopers continue to fire upon the terrorcons, blowing a hole in the chest of the undead Heavy Trooper.
OOC: please respond to attacks that enemies make on your characters. Otherwise, I will decide what injuries they sustain. The same goes the other way around; if I forget to respond to an attack your character makes, you’re free to autohit to an extent.
IC: A large Decepticon armed with drills and chest-mounted blasters seemed to be rallying the inmates, piercing through the armor of a guard as he swings a punch at his midsection.
“Keep the pressure on 'em, boys!” he bellows. “Show these grease-lickers how us real Decepticons do things!”
The three would quickly grow wise to the situation at hand, as a shot from a Sharpshooter’s rifle just barely misses Thrust’s head and burrows into the wall behind him. The three could also see Gatecrasher engaging a Mercenary.
The shotgun blast might graze Gatecrasher, but the shield would deploy in time to protect the Autobot Guard from harm while he scrambled to his feet.
Salvo was running along a rusted bridge toward Salvation.
Facelift could be found in one of the corridors within the spaceport, walking away from the control room that Zepar, Actaeon, and Daria had recently unlocked.
The one with a hole, well, a much bigger hole, in it’s chest howled as it fell to it’s knees, charging it’s cannon weakly while the other tried to evade the attacks.
“Real Decepticons?” Asked Zepar, “Ha! You’re heretics, traitors to your own cause and to Cybertron and for your crimes against Cybertron you shall face my wrath; the vengeful wrath of retribution.” He growled, approaching the drill 'con.
Epsilon brought out the datacard Corona gave him and showed it to Thrift, “Do you think you can help me install this?” He asked the Junkion.
OOC: how 'bout some music? Been too long since we’ve had a good battle theme.
IC:
The Mercenary fires another blast from the Scatterblaster, sending a cluster of burning metal spheres darting at the shield.
A Ground Trooper charges at Gatecrasher from behind, but a crack! is heard as the Autobot Guard dispatches the rogue Decepticon.
“That make us even?” the guard quips.
The Sharpshooter ducks behind a piece of hovering debris, evading the brothers’ fire.
The Mercenary menacing Gatecrasher is shot by on of the brothers. Crying out in pain, the rogue whirls around and fires another blast from his shotgun at the closest Splitter brother.
Two of the three troopers focus on the undead Heavy, trying to bring it down for good, while the third deploys an energy blade from his rifle and hacks at the other terrorcon.
“Ho-ho!” the giant laughs, turning his attention to Zepar and dropping the body of the guard he had recently slain.
“I like your spirit, boy,” he concedes, “but yeh gonna need more 'n hot air if yeh think yeh best the mighty Thunderizer!”
Thunderizer revs up the drill on the end of his right arm and charges at Zepar, jabbing at the angelicon with the aforementioned appendage as he did so.
“There was never any debt, but thanks any way.” he says, then quickly deactivates the shield, and transforms into tank mode, firing away at any opponents in sight.
The second Terrorcon’s arms were sliced clean off and they seemed to be inert until they suddenly sprung up and skittered like some kind of spider and began to try and attack the trooper, one going for the head and the other going for the gun, while their body moved to headbutt the one who dismembered it.
The Heavy was knocked back by the attacks but it managed to aim up its cannon on the nearest of the two and fired.
Zepar glared at Thunderizer as he raised his energy shield to deflect the attack, his left arm spewing out violet dragonfire in a ring around himself and the large Decepticon, planning to isolate the big guy from his fellow inmates and to weaken his opponent.
The mercenary is blasted away, and the shell’s explosions damage the walls and floor… and nearly wound the Splitter brothers (@meepinater) and the Deception Guard.
“Hey, watch it!” the Decepticon Guard shouts, jumping to safety.
Gatecrasher and the Splitters could observe that the repair mechanisms taking Salvation apart were also slowly cleaning and mending her broken parts- including the pieces that Gatecrasher had damaged- along with the bodies of the dead inmates. Arcs of blue energy run along every surface and flash between drifting pieces of the cell block.
The Trooper falls, clawing frantically at the severed limbs that had grabbed him.
The spaceport’s machines try to pull the severed limbs back toward the terrorcon they had come from.
The two Troopers are blasted apart and slain.
Thunderizer looks around at the ring of fire, which scorches the deck and laps at the dismantled walls. The other inmates scramble away from the ring to avoid being burned. Then, Thunderizer scoffs.
“The only one you’ve trapped here is yourself, lad!” he boasts, his drill spinning as the guns on his chest flip out. The effects of the Dark Energon enhancing the flames wouldn’t take right away, and it didn’t help that Thunderizer was a rather large and well-built bot.
“Ah…” Thrift reacts with a nod of his head. “So it is.”
"Unfortunately, I lack the equipment and medical skill required to get this installed. “You should go see that Facelift guy; I hear that’s more his forte.”
The Heavy joins the fight and tries to immobilize the remaining trooper.
The dismembered Terrorcon did struggle against the repair systems but they were managing to reconnect the pieces to the body as its focus was still to try and immobilize the trooper that attacked it.
Zepar tries to strike the chest cannons with the Twilight Saber.
The Trooper struggles against his captors, but to no avail; he is trapped. The repair mechanisms of the spaceport continue to mend the injuries the two terrorcons had sustained.
Thunderizer tries to dodge, but one of the cannons is severed, eliciting a cry of pain from the Decepticon.
“Gah! I’ll return the favor for that, yeh frakkin’ toaster-oven!” he vows as the remaining cannon fires three consecutive shots at Zepar.
The mercenary had already been killed, the spaceport’s machinery beginning to repair the dead body.
A red dot of light fixes itself on Gatecrasher’s right shoulder as the Sharpshooter the Splitter brothers had engaged earlier fires upon the Decepticon from down the hall, behind a piece of debris.
The rioting prisoners in this sector were being led by a large Decepticon with blocky, lime-green armor who wielded a massive saw.
IC:
Elsewhere aboard Salvation, a team of Heretics had escaped the Detention Ward they had been locked up in and were driving down the skeletal frames of the Fleetcarrier’s dismantled corridors toward the science wing.
“Tall guy,” Thrift describes the mad medic. “Cyclops. Kinda looks like Shockwave.”
Gatecrasher reversed quickly, and deployed his drone. The drone would get in range of the sniper, and fire a salvo of missles. Meanwhile, Gatecrasher would fire a couple rounds at the tall fellow, trying to see if he could do any damage.
Laslow was rushing to the prison wing to help, when he saw them rush past. He decided to trail them, and find out where they were going.
The Sharpshooter hides behind his cover, which is reduced to charred pieces by the missiles. The sniper is sent flying into a wall, having taken reduced damage thanks to the barrier taking most of the missiles’ fury. He quickly turns, deploying an energon pistol and firing at the drone, trying to shoot it out of the air.
The resulting explosions severely wound two prison guards close to the large inmate, and also weaken the integrity of the floor the big fellow was standing on. Unfortunately, though, the man himself seemed more annoyed than anything.
“You call that matchbox car o’ yours a tank?!” he taunts Gatecrasher with a raspy laugh. “Why doncha transform to robot mode and let me show you some real firepower!”
The giant revs his saw as a pair of cannons deploy over his shoulders. He takes a step toward Gatecrasher.
These prisoners weren’t your standard Decepticon soldiers- each bore unique armor, weapons, and vehicle modes.
“Come on!” one, evidently the leader, shouts to the others. “Thunderizer and Redwood have the bridge and Engineering, we get Shockwave! Them’s the orders!”
One of them was a smaller bot with a motorcycle alt-mode, armed with a grenade launcher built into his shoulder, and a slender rifle:
Another was also a smaller bot with a motorbike mode, but he had a deranged look about him and wielded a pair of dangerous-looking saws.
Thunderizer recoils from the blows, then looks down to see that the cannon severed from his chest had been reattached by the cybermatter coursing throughout Salvation.
“Would yeh look at that…” he marvels, before turning to unleash a barrage of cannonfire at Zepar’s shield.
The guards are, naturally, alarmed by the sight of terrorcons hauling a struggling Heretic over to them. Their last experience with the undead wasn’t very pleasant, as one might recall.
Thrift shrugs.
“He seems like a good guy,” the junkion says. “Respectable, good character. Can’t see why they took away his medical license.”
Zepar growls and opens fire on Thunderizer again while behind his shield, trying to wound him faster than the spaceport’s systems could mend him.
The Terrocons present the heretic to the guards, a silent invitation to take the prisoner from them.
“Revoked medical license?” Thrift asked, he had heard of crazy doctors who went a bit too crazy about stuff and had that happen, “Do you know where I could find him or how to contact him?” He asked.
The drone bombed and weaved, dodging the shots, as it’s missles reloaded.
Gatecrasher transformed and deployed his own cannons. He that open fired with his cannons and his hand blaster.
Laslow decided he’d better stop them here, and pulled out his gun. He lined up a headshot on the fourth bot, and pulled the trigger, sending a bolt of energy racing towards the bot.
Daria smiles, her holographic face flickering for a brief second,
“So what do you think of what I’ve found?”
OOC: with all due respect I might end up not controlling him. If @ProfSrlojohn wants to control him that would be just fine. I personally just like to interact with the character.
Driftburn ends up walking away once he was able to. He gazed into his container wondering what this metal would do. Maybe parch his thirst for answers? Or would it be some sort of super medicine? There was no way to tell just by peering at it.
Actaeon left at some point heading to see if he could find the person that was looking for him and Daria at some point.
Thunderizer backs away, grunting as the cannon blasts scorch and melt sections of his armor. Then, he unleashes another barrage from his own blasters, trying to overload the energy shield and break it.
One of the guards apprehends the Heretic, while two more keep their weapons trained on the terrorcons.
The Sharpshooter scrambles to his feet and takes off running down the hall, firing his pistol behind him at the drone.
The giant- named Redwood- swings his saw/ax weapon out in front of him to serve as a shield, being blown backward by the blasts onto the weakened floor, which groans under his weight. With a roar of fury, Redwood brings his shoulder cannons to bear and fires them at Gatecrasher, sending bolts of molten metal darting through the air at the Decepticon.
The tank treads and armor plating rising up around the large 'con’s head take the shot, producing a loud ping! and leaving a black dot where it struck. The four Heretics turn around to face Laslow. The big guy growls as a boxy, four-barreled cannon extends from his right forearm.
“I don’t speak much dumb thug,” the motorcycle bot with the grenade launcher says, “but I believe what my friend’s trying to say is you’ve just frakked up, pal.”
The crimson motorbike bot spins up his saws, his toothy jaws splitting into a hideous grin.
The black-armored Decepticon strikes a defensive posture as the cannon over his shoulder swings around.
“I’m willing to let it slide,” the orange bike-bot continues, “if you just turn right 'round and pretend you didn’t see us.”
Deus places his hand on the flat portion of the control panel. Rays of orange light dance along his arm for a moment, before fading as the console emits a harsh buzzing noise.
The miniature of Salvation breaks apart into several smaller sections- much like how the Fleetcarrier herself was doing, at the present. A tiny replica of the Inquisitive Savant floats in the debris field that was once hangar thirty-one.
Indeed; its purpose could not be discerned from a mere glance. The orb’s surface ripples like water as it shifts through a variety of colors and textures.
Lady Corona could be seen driving toward Salvation in her vehicle mode- a sleek cybertronian car.
Thrift nods animatedly, and gives Epsilon Facelift’s com-channel.
“There; that’s his frequency, I believe. I dunno where he is right now; just give him a call.”
