“Target: Obliterated.”
Fortress said, taking a more confident stance. While the one gun cooled and reloaded, he looked around, counting out exactly how many siege walkers were in his immediate vicinity.
Treadquake grinned. This was something much more his pace.
He shifted into his attack mode, and using his powerful tread claws, he attempted to push the cannon, so that it was directed at one of the mechs
“a–a--a-a–a--a-a–a-a-AHH!” Pixel’s disembodied head shrieks, falling helplessly to Spectrum’s feet.
Spectrum transforms, picking up the head.
She runs to Pixel’s body, giving his head back to him. [quote=“Chromeharpoon, post:7809, topic:49995”]
Obsidian dodges, deploying the cannons stowed in his propellers and firing at Split’s side.
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Split rolled out of the way, summoning the blades and forming a shield. [quote=“Chromeharpoon, post:7809, topic:49995”]
From beside Starchaser, ■■■■■■■■■■■■ pumps his fist.
“Yes!” he exclaims in a startling display of emotion, coming from the normally reserved Decepticon.
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“We need a groundbridge here, so that we can get back up safely.” SideStep continued, cradling both Keys in his arms.
He then proceeds to place his head on backwards, spotting the incoming mercenaries. “UH-OOH!” he cries, quivering behind his sister.
The pilot of the Siege Walker was hooked up to the mech via a control harness connected to her limbs, with a tangle of cables plugged into the back of her head.
There was one Siege Walker remaining, and it wastes no time in blasting at Fortress’ midsection with its fusion cannon.
The fusion cannon was too heavy for Treadquake to move.
The shield protects Split, and Obsidian takes to the air and transforms. The general fires another storm of micro-missiles at the combiner, and two of the Heavy Ground troopers open fire upon him with their miniguns.
“I will have Motherboard open one for you now,” ■■■■■■■■■■■■ says. Sure enough, a new portal to Salvation opens in front of SideStep only a few seconds later.
The mercenaries deploy shotguns from their arms.
“Tch. I didn’t sign on with these freaks to kill glitch-mice,” one complains.
“Hey, as long as they pay us for it…” another says, shrugging her shoulders.
The blast connects dead on. Smoke rises from the wound. It was skin deep, much like the hit to his leg. For now it meant little, but if left unchecked for too long, the consequences could be drastic. Fortress aimed his other mass driver cannon and loaded it. But just before he could fire…
“Slag. To hell with it!”
Treadquake shouted. He fired the cannon, figuring that it would hit something, even if he couldn’t get to choose exactly what.
GC scrambles to detach the pilot.
Meanwhile, a little ways away, Laslow was in a tree. Attempting to get a clean shot on a different siege walker, he planned to snipe the pilot.
From behind Spectrum, Pixel lobs a rock at the foes. To him, the projectile was a hefty boulder, but was likely nothing more than a pebble to the mercenaries.
Spectrum glanced at Pixel, then at the mercenaries. She flipped out her full array of medical devices, her arms splitting apart into many, many smaller arms with various scalpels, syringes, clamps, and saws on the ends.
Split raised his shield again, protecting himself against the onslaught of missiles and minigun fire. He fired the Devastator at the Heavy Ground troopers. [quote=“Chromeharpoon, post:7815, topic:49995”]
“I will have Motherboard open one for you now,” ■■■■■■■■■■■■ says. Sure enough, a new portal to Salvation opens in front of SideStep only a few seconds later.
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“Thanks, captain!” SideStep replied, before running onto the groundbridge. [quote=“Chromeharpoon, post:7815, topic:49995”]
The mercenaries deploy shotguns from their arms.
“Tch. I didn’t sign on with these freaks to kill glitch-mice,” one complains.
“Hey, as long as they pay us for it…” another says, shrugging her shoulders.
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Spectrum screams in her warbled, high-pitched voice and charges the mercenaries.
@ToaNoah_Wafflemeister
The blast goes right between Fortress and the remaining Siege Walker.
There were two Siege Walkers remaining on the battlefield: one fighting Fortress, and the other accompanying Strika as she and her escorts joined the battle.
One Heavy Trooper is destroyed, while the other is blown backward. Obsidian flies around Split, spitting rounds from his helicopter mode’s chaingun at the combiner’s back.
The attempt to forcibly detach the pilot damages the control harness.
The rock bounces harmlessly off a Mercenary’s shoulder.
Another hired gun screams in fright and blasts wildly at the charging Spectrum with his shotgun.
The portal deposits SideStep within the Omega Conflux at the back of the ship. He is joined by Lurch, the angelicons, and the two Decepticon grunts.
“Slag” mutters GC, and he leaves the walker be. He reassesses the battlefield, planning his next move.
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Laslow lined up, and shot.
“Stupid slagging piece of trash!”
Treadquake shouted furiously.
With nothing stopping him, Fortress fired the other mass driver cannon at the Siege Walker.
The outer ring of the ancient fortress spins as the lights shining with in its ornate metalwork pulse green. The battle was now concentrated around the ancient structure’s entrance, with Obsidian and Strika now overseeing the New Decepticon advance personally.
Laslow’s shot pierces through the cockpit’s canopy and kills the pilot instantly, a millisecond before Fortress’ cannon blows a smoldering hole in the mech.
With the two largest immediate threats taken care of, the autobot war machine once again assesses his surroundings so that he may prioritize his targets.
GC checked for any serious anti-ait.
OOC: Well, that’s not what I wanted to happen.
IC: Laslow altered his aim, and began picking off foot soldiers.
Split growls as the chaingun rounds pelt his back, denting his armor. He whirls around and heaves the shield at Obsidian’s helicopter rotor, before firing his shotgun. [quote=“Chromeharpoon, post:7820, topic:49995”]
Another hired gun screams in fright and blasts wildly at the charging Spectrum with his shotgun.
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Spectrum trips and rolls, dodging the blasts. She pulls herself up, shaking her head, before leaping at the hired gun’s leg. [quote=“Chromeharpoon, post:7820, topic:49995”]
The portal deposits SideStep within the Omega Conflux at the back of the ship. He is joined by Lurch, the angelicons, and the two Decepticon grunts.
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“Alright, where do these go?” SideStep asked the Angelicons.
“As soon as we get them in place, we should comm the captains and get everyone back on board so we can scoot on outta here.”
@MaxinePrimal @BlackBeltGamer98 @meepinater @ToaNoah_Wafflemeister @ProfSrlojohn @MichaelBT-7474 @Flux
Obsidian is struck and falls to the ground, assuming robot mode as he did so. With one of his rotors taken out by the shield he is effectively grounded.
The New Decepticon army regroups, with Obsidian and Strika at the head of the line of troops. Lockdown joins them, his armor battered and blackened from the humiliating beating the Splitter brothers had dealt him. The bounty hunter tears off his shattered visor, and with a sickening crack and a burst of sparks, wrenches a dislocated arm back into place.
“The captains are mine,” he growls. “You two and have the rest.”
Obsidian scowls at Lockdown, and Strika responds with a dismissive huff.
The crew of Salvation begins to emerge from behind cover, rallying to Topside and ■■■■■■■■■■■■ behind Fortress, Starchaser, and Split.
“Where have you been?” ■■■■■■■■■■■■ asks Topside, frowning at the Autobot.
“Got held up,” Topside breathes as he draws his great sword. “There was an oddly-dressed fella living in a colony ship. Gave us some stuff he said might be useful.”
■■■■■■■■■■■■ raises an eyebrow. Topside shrugs his shoulders, saying, “What? Not the weirdest thing that’s happened to us this voyage.”
From overhead, a series of muffled cannon blasts echo from the Vigilant, the New Decepticon warship commanded by Thunderblast. From the belly of the ship, four balls of fire rain down upon the battlefield, crashing into the ground between the two armies.
“Well, I reckon that ain’t good,” Topside sighs.
“Certainly not,” ■■■■■■■■■■■■ agrees.
Indeed, what emerges from the flaming craters was most certainly not good for our heroes. Metallic claws dig into the earth, skeletal wings adorned with blade-like feathers unfurl, and fierce glowing eyes glower hungrily at our heroes from savage, draconic faces.
Predacons. Gigantic, dragon-like transformers hunted to extinction in the War of the Primes, cloned by Shockwave to serve as weapons in Bludgeon’s mad crusade.
One was a skeletal dragon with sky-blue armor and a pair of massive wings wreathed in flames. Fire glowed within its chest, and its teeth were bared in a predatory grin:
Specimen 07: Skystalker.
Another, a wingless, brawny beast-bot yellow armor adorned with black stripes. It flicks its tail, tipped an axe head, as a cannon rises from its back.
Specimen 09: Vertebreak.
The third, a spiny dragon with white armor and a narrow head adorned with a sharp beak. A cluster of wicked spikes adorned the end of its long tail.
Specimen 10: Skylynx.
And the last, a blue-clad behemoth, even by predacon standards. A layer of white frost spread across the ground underneath its feet, and tongues of vapor curled off its armor. The other three predacons glance at the giant and back away, seemingly frightened by its presence.
“Specimen Thirteen,” Shockwave identifies the beast. “Cloned from the remains of a predacon who ruled over the packs of Cybertron’s southern hemisphere. An apex predator. The Predaking.”
“Oh… slag…” Topside groans, staring wide-eyed at the predacons. The Predaking opens its mouth, its jaws splitting apart into six toothy mandibles as it unleashes a deafening shriek that travels across the gorge.
The Mercenary falls over as Spectrum grabs onto his leg.
“Ah! Get this thing off me!” he screams, swatting at the minicon.
“The Omega Conflux,” Zepar explains. “I think we’re meant to plug the keys into the machinery in there.”
Split chuckles.
“Now this is a fight worth my time.” He says, smiling.
Spectrum tries to crawl up and dismantle the merc’s torso. [quote=“Chromeharpoon, post:7827, topic:49995”]
“The Omega Conflux,” Zepar explains. “I think we’re meant to plug the keys into the machinery in there.”
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Sidestep nods and plugs the keys into their corresponding pedestals.
“Hostiles identified. Deploying counter measures.”
Fortress boomed. His A-A turrets rotated and fired rapidly at the ground infantry. His two chest hatches flipped open, and a salvo of missiles fired at the predacon clones. While his two mass driver cannons focused on The Predaking.
The barrage does little damage to the predacons, only serving to provoke the clones. The Predaking, in particular, roars defiantly at Fortress, clawing the ground.
Vertebreak raises his back-mounted cannon, the panels on the weapon’s sides folding open. The gun whines and emits a sonic shriek, a piercing wail that causes Autobots, Decepticons, and New Decepticons alike to automatically writhe and cover their audio receptors.
