The Terrorcons comically run into each other as Thunderizer took off.
Zepar brought up both his swords and slashed with them, committed to the charge.
Epsilon does his best to keep up with Thrift.
The Three brothers immediately begin to fire at Redwood.
Spectrum hurried after them.
While he was distracted, Gatecrashr stood up. Then he jumped, pushed off the wall, and got above Redwood. Once he did, he transformed into tank mode, and let himself fall.
Therefore, Thunderizer catches both blades, wincing as they cut into his hand. Gravity takes over as he begins to fall back down onto the deck, likely dragging Zepar with him.
Gatecrasherâs unorthodox move and the Splitter brothersâ fire causes Redwood to crash into a wall, producing a shallow dent in the tan metal. Growling, he moves to violently shove off Gatecrasher, who may have inadvertently put himself in the Splitter brothersâ line of fire.
Laslow and the captains would arrive at the science wing along a different route, where they would come upon a surprising scene:
The four assassins had managed to beat Laslow to Shockwave, and the cyclops himself could be seen throwing the derranged red motorbike 'Con down the hall, where he collided with the black tank Heretic. Meanwhile, however, the dumb thug Laslow had shot at earlier, and the orange motorbike bot, were fighting three neutrals close by. Two of them were average-size cybertronians wielding staves, while the third was a larger fellow with a round body.
OOC: he kinda looks like Tesarus.
IC:
The three kidnappers drive down into a network of dilapidated service tunnels flooded with water and choked with techno-organic overgrowth. They had yet to take notice of Spectrum.
While Thrift flies, Motherboard could be seen flying around Salvation in her vehicle mode, monitoring the prison break through gaps in the Fleetcarrierâs dismantled hull. Curiously though, Thrift wasnât making an effort to summon her aid.
Deus goes out into the hall, and then looks around, wondering where to go.
The growl of an engine echoes down one particular side-passage.
Driftburn suddenly splits apart, the two halves each assuming the form of Driftburn and Scrapshot, respectively. Driftshot would find that his consciousness was shared between the two bodies- a rather trippy experience for one unaccustomed to it.
âIâve heard thereâs a riot of some kind on your ship, right now,â Corona says. âI was going to offer assistance to the crew.â
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Due to being in tank mode, the blasts only cause a minor burning sensations. His low stature and large weight makes shoving him off difficult, before being pushed off, Gatecrasher manages to fire a shell in the direction of his head.
Laslow transformed, and motioned for them to be quiet. He pulled out his rifle, and lined up a shot at the orange botâs head, then pulled the trigger.
Zepar tries to drive the blades deeper into Thunderizerâs hand as the fell, a ghostly howl could be heard below as the Terrorcons moved to avoid getting crushed.
âMotherboard!â Epsilon calls, âFacelift has been taken and we need help finding and recovering him.â
Due to Gatecrasher being on top of Redwood, the giantâs head was just out of range. The shell does, however, hit the ceiling above the two combatants. The resulting blast would send Gatecrasher flying even further away, combined with the force of Redwoodâs mighty push, and the blow to the back of Redwoodâs head would leave the giant Decepticon disoriented as he fell onto his hands and knees.
The blades sink deeper into Thunderizerâs hand, causing the Decepticon no small amount of pain. He deploys the second drill built into his forearm, and it comes shooting out of his palm in an attempt to disodge the swords.
Thunderizer was growing weaker due to the exposure to Dark Energon, but the cybermatter throughout Salvation was mending his wounds and keeping him in the fight for now. The Heretic was bewildered as to the source of his growing fatigue, all the same.
The shot strikes true, and the orange Decepticon falls to the ground with a burning hole where is left eye once was. The staff-wielding neutrals sharply turn their heads in the direction the shot had come from, eyeing Laslow behind sleek visors.
â â â â â â â â â â â â and Topside spring into action. While the Autobot captain draws his greatsword and charges at the dumb thug and the equally-large neutral he was dueling, his Decepticon counterpart sprints toward Shockwave as his shoulder cannon deploys from his back.
âCrewman Epsilon-5, there is no-one by the name of Facelift in the Salvationâs crew manifest,â Motherboard tonelessly replies.
âDude, what are you doing?!â Thrift hisses through his comlink at Epsilon. âFaceliftâs another stowaway, man!â
The drill does dislodge the swords and sends Zepar back a bit as well, âCan you feel it draining your strength?â He asked, seeming like he wasnât as fatigued as the Decepticon.
âHe looks kinda like Shockwave.â Epsilon said to Motherboard.
He looks at Thrift, âStowaway or not, he needs help.â He told the Junkion.
Now that Gatecrasher was off of Redwood, he aimed at the giant, and fire off a few more rounds.
Laslow looks for his next target.
Spectrum transformed into a ball and silently rolled after them.
âOnly thing Iâm feeling is a need to turn you into iron filings, boy!â Thunderizer snarls, spinning up his drills.
Redwood attempts to get up, but in his weakened state the blasts keep knocking him down. He collapses, and does not get up.
The rioting prisoners cease their aggression and look to their fallen leader, unsure of what to do. Without direction, their little insurrection had hit a roadblock.
The two staff-wielding neutrals hold up their hands- the universal âdonât shoot!â gesture.
Topside and the rotund neutral were fighting back the dumb thug together; the Decepticon was proving to be a fair match for the two. The Autobot captain had stowed his sword and had taken to peppering his adversary with fire from the assault rifle built into his forearm, while the rotund seemed content to use his massive fists against the thug.
The deranged red motorbike leaps at â â â â â â â â â â â â , wrapping his arms around the Decepticon captainâs neck and bringing him to his knees. With an annoyed growl, â â â â â â â â â â â â grabs the back of his enemyâs head and tears him off, before slamming his face into the deck with an echoing bang!
Shockwave and the black tank heretic face off. The assassin readies his cannon, but in the blink of an eye Shockwave brings his own to bear and shoots the would-be killer in the chest. The blast rips the black tank hereticâs body apart, along with ripping up some of the deck and ceiling. sending torn armor and twisted limbs shoot out in all directions.
Faceliftâs captors drive through the service tunnels until they emerge in a hidden grotto. Noon had just arrived, and the pale sunlight of Omegaâs star shines down from a blue sky mottled with wispy white clouds.
The two hovercars resume robot mode and make sweeping glances around the area, looking to see if they had been followed.
From Motherboardâs vehicle mode, a smaller drone detaches and flies away from Salvation.
âI will require a more specific description and search parameters,â the first officer says.
âYeah, well duh,â Thrift concedes, âbut did you have to ask her, of all people?â
Spectrum transformed into a box, hopefully becoming more inconspicuous.
One of the two hovercar-bots lays eyes on the box; she walks over to investigate it.
The box stays still.
The guard kneels to get a closer look at the box.
Gatecrasher transformed.
âALL OF YOU!â he yells. âUNLESS YOU WANT TO SUFFER THE SAME FATE AS YOUR LEADER, YOU WILL PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND RETURN TO YOUR CELLS!â
Laslow put his rifle away. And stepped out from his spot.
âWell, that was quick.â He said.
âBecause she usually knows how and where to find people since she is chief of security.â Epsilon explained.
âThen I am sorry.â Zepar said.
The two Terrorcons lept up to tackle Thunderizer.
The box continues to stay still.
Without a leader, the rebellion in this prison ward quickly fizzles out. The rioting Decepticons stow their weapons and surrender themselves to the guards.
Thunderizer transforms, trying to throw the terrorcons off with the shifting of parts. This, however, left him open for Zepar to attack him.
Shockwave turns his cannon on the dumb thug, who turns his attention to the cyclops in turn. Before Shockwave can fire off a shot, the thug discharges his four-barreled cannon.
Boomboomboomboom!
Four crackling orbs of plasma strike Shockwave in his midsection throwing off his aim and causing him to fall. However, the rotund neutral and Topside take the opportunity to strike their enemy simultaneously, causing the thug to falter.
â â â â â â â â â â â â was still battling the red motorbike, whose face was now cracked and dripping energon blood from the Decepticon captainâs earlier attack. â â â â â â â â â â â â was larger and arguably stronger, but his opponent was nimble, and those buzzsaws were nothing to scoff at- â â â â â â â â â â â â grunts as his opponent manages to cut a shallow gash across his chest with an unpleasant screeching sound.
Thrift wanted to protest, but Epsilon unfortunately had a point.
Motherboardâs drone begins to circle the spaceport, searching for bots who matched Epsilonâs admittedly vague description.
Mistakenly believing the box to have been dropped by one of her cohorts, the lady picks it up and drops it in the bed of the hover-truck.
The third kidnapper assumes robot mode and types into the holographic keypad of an ancient console. A pair of rings at the fair end of the grotto, rising from the water, light up as a swirling vortex of green and violet energy materializes within them. The three kidnappers enter, and in a flash of light, Spectrum, Facelift, and the kidnappers emerge from a portal in a very different location.
Wherever they were now, they were far inland- the rusted platform that this set of portal rings was built upon juts from the edged of a cliff overlooking a tropical jungle marbled with jagged ravines emitting a white glow. The air felt different here; there were ancient and powerful energies present⌠wherever âhereâ was.
The kidnappers continue on, with the two guards re-assuming vehicle mode as they follow the ore hauler, within which Facelift lay.
âWell, I got that handled.â He said.
Allow grabs his rifle and aims it at the red motorbike. He lines up the shot, and pulls the trigger, sending a bean racing towards him.