The mech reorients itself to face Split-
-when Starchaser’s missiles strike its side, inflicting only surface-level damage. One of the mercenaries shoots up at her.
The mercenary kicks at Spectrum, now that she was so close.
The bomb explodes, blowing the heavy trooper in two. Her two halves collapse onto the snow-covered stone.
Starchaser evaded the shots by quickly flying down.
“Oh, you really wanna go there? Either you don’t know who I am, or you got a death wish!”
Starchaser transformed into her dragon mode and rushed at the merc, her forward claws reaching forward to grab him when she was close enough.
Broadwing transformed into robot mode and walked over to Pipebomb.
“Any particular reason that explosive was so much more significant than all your other explosives?”
The decepticon asked, sounding fairly annoyed.
Pipebomb sniffled and wiped his forearm across his visor, like he was wiping a nose he didn’t have.
“That was my last bomb.”
He said sadly.
Broadwing merely gave him a solid thunk on the back of his head with one of his claws.
“Okay, maybe I deserved that.”
Pipebomb admitted.
Split fired his shotgun while the mech was distracted.
Spectrum ducked, the kick nicking the top of her head, scratching off some of the paint.
The mercenary deploys a sword from his left forearm and slashes at Starchaser as she darts toward him.
The mercenary plants his foot back down, and shoots at Spectrum again.
The mech raises its arms to cover its cockpit, shielding it from the shot. Then, it lunges at Split to try and shoulder-check the combiner.
The sword cuts into one of her forelegs, but not through it. Starchaser snarls in pain, and lunges her jaws at the mercenary’s neck.
Spectrum dodged, swinging one of her medical saws at the barrel of the mercenary’s gun.
Split leapt to the side, out of the way, firing at the cockpit again.
Starchaser successfully sinks her teeth into the mercenary’s neck, and with a strangled cry he goes down.
The mech staggers as the shotgun shells break a hole in the cockpit, the shards of the canopy raining harmlessly upon the pilot inside.
Spectrum saws off the shotgun’s barrel, and the mercenary retracts the weapon into his arm. He kicks at Spectrum again.
Split fired again.
Spectrum ducks and tries to grab onto the mercenary’s foot.
The mech raises an arm to block the shot, then draws its fusion cannon with the other. It turns and fires a blast at Split.
Spectrum trips up the mercenary, and he falls onto his back.
Starchaser released the merc and pulled the blade from her arm, wincing in pain.
Seeing that Split had the mech distracted, she slithered behind the machine to see if it had any weak points in the back side.
Split twists out of the way, losing his balance and falling backwards.
Spectrum raises her saw and thrusts it towards the mercenary’s right arm, trying to cut out the weapons.
The mech’s back was well-armored; there wasn’t an obvious weakness Starchaser could exploit.
After Split falls, the mech adjusts its aim and fires at him again.
Spectrum disables not only the mercenary’s weapons, but all-around functionality in his right arm below the elbow. He screams in pain and tries to swat Spectrum away with his left arm.
Split raises his arm, absorbing the attack. The blast ripped through the armor, exposing the internal components of the combiner’s arm. Split raised his shotgun and fired at the mech again.
Spectrum ducked and tried to disable his left arm as well.
The shotgun’s pellets shatter the remainder of the cockpit’s canopy, with some even punching through the glass to hit the pilot in the chest. He spasms, and the mech mirrors his movements, dropping the fusion cannon.
Spectrum now had the mercenary quite literally disarmed. He tries to scoot away using only his legs, aiming the occasional kick at Spectrum as he flees.
Starchaser flies up and around, staying out of the pilot’s line of sight. Again looking for weak points.
Split shakily stands up, firing again.
Spectrum followed the mercenary, trying to cut off his feet.
The siege mech didn’t have many weaknesses in its armor. Though Split had had some success in shooting out its cockpit canopy.
Split’s shotgun shells eviscerate the mech’s pilot. The mech’s legs buckle, and the machine falls over with a great crash. The stone beneath it cracks and snow is flung upward from the impact.
“I surrender!” the mercenary screams. “I surrender!”
Split backs up, avoiding the collapsing mech.
Spectrum stopped chasing the mercenary. “N-no r-r-un-ning.” She said.
“Got it! No running- got it!” the merc blathers fearfully. “Just don’t cut on me no more!”
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With all our heroes’ opponents either dead or captured, Megatronus’s trial comes to an end. The harsh blizzard relents, and a final gust of wind sweeps through the valley to put out the braziers around the fortress. Shafts of sunlight shine through the clouds, glistening off mounds of snow, and illuminating the doorway behind the wreck of the Siege Walker: it was engraved with the sigil of Optimus Prime, the thirteenth of the original fellowship.
This next trial would be the last. The Dark Omega Key awaits.
Starchaser transformed into robot mode and landed on the ground. Pipebomb and Broadwing walked up to join her.
“Optimus Prime huh? Whatever’s comin’ up I doubt it’ll be easy.”
Pipebomb said.
“Optimus Prime”
Broadwing said breathlessly.
“A legend among legends.”
“I actually saw him once, back in the war. It was on the other end of a battle field, pretty far away. I think I tried taking some pot shots off at him, but it obviously didn’t do much.”
Starchaser said.