Forcep was coming out of the medical bay, carrying the wounded bot from earlier over his shoulder. He looks down to see Spectrum running back towards him.
Split is able to smash through the glass. The captain immediately draws a laser pistol and shoots at Split.
“We’re s-safe!” She chirped. “I c-can h-help!”
Split raised his arm, the shots hitting his forearm.
He raised his shotgun and fired in return.
Zepar watched as the station defended his allies and was driving off their enemies and was also wondering where the heck the Omega Lock was.
Forcep, aware of the sudden turn of events, only nods. He was eager to have some help after all.
The captain is blown back into his chair, struck dead by the shotgun blast. The four Ground Troopers posted on the bridge for security open fire upon Split, while the rest of the bridge crew jump up from their stations to get away from him.
That answer wasn’t to be found here. Around Zepar, Topside and the other defenders look up at the sky to watch the tide turn in their favor.
“Would ya look at that,” Halfrunner remarks, awestruck.
“Oh I’m looking, man,” Salvo says, standing up in the cockpit of her walker, “but I don’t believe what I’m seeing.”
“Neither do I,” Thrift comments, “and I’ve seen some slag, mind you…”
Spectrum points at Forcep’s wound. “I c-can f-fix.” She offered.
Sparkles sat on top of Spectrum’s head, happily twiddling its fingers.
Split raises the fins from his back as a shield, pushing forwards into the bridge.
Zepar growled and tried to figure out what was going on with this place.
Garand and Epsilon, by this point arrive in the chamber.
“Oh…” Forcep looks over at his shoulder, which still had that shard of debris sticking out of it. “Yes, that would be appreciated.”
The four troopers fan out, trying to flank Split.
There didn’t seem to be anything else to the chamber to discover at this time.
Topside and Shatterpoint’s commlinks crackle. Through them, Flyby’s voice warbles through, ecstatic and rambling.
“Captains! You seeing this?! We were getting blasted, and then the space station came down and then everything stopped and-!”
“Yes, pilot, we see it,” Shatterpoint interrupts. “We’re not sure we believe it, but we’re seeing it.”
“Get everybody back aboard,” Topside interjects. “Can you and Motherboard get our weapons back online?”
“Yeah! Yeah, I think so,” Flyby says. “Motherboard’s a little banged-up, but I think she can do it!”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Topside replies. “Give Bludgeon that extra push to reconsider and get out of here.”
…
Flyby ends the transmission and looks over his shoulder, to see Broadband helping Motherboard back to her feet. A large crack ran over her visor, which flickered like a broken television.
“I will require medical attention,” she groans, putting a hand over her right knee. “But I can postpone self-repair until the CFC Salvation is secure.”
Spectrum flipped out her medical tools and got to work removing the debris.
Split switched his shotgun to full auto mode, firing a shot at each of the troopers. The gun overheated after the fourth shot, and he dropped it, waving his hands. “Hothothot!”
Forcep walks down the hall, carrying his wounded patient to a more secure facility as Spectrum worked her magic. The shrapnel wouldn’t be hard for her to dig out, nor would the wound be challenging to repair.
The troopers stop firing to dodge the shots, though one isn’t quick enough and has much of his torso blown open. He falls, dead, while the other three resume fire on Split, with two on his right side and one at his left.
Spectrum removes the shrapnel and begins repairing the wound.
Split threw one of the fins at the soldier on his left.
Zepar watched on, wanting to see the New Decepticons driven from this place.
While Spectrum mends his wounds, Forcep finds another medical bay and puts his patient in a CR chamber.
The trooper to Split’s left is knocked over, and a spray of hard light bolts strike the ceiling as his aim is thrown off-kilter. The other two troopers keep shooting at him.
Though the station’s weapons covered Salvation, and surely made the New Decepticons consider retreat, many of the warships continued to bombard the shield around the Fleetcarrier. Others began to target the station.
“These guys just don’t know when they’ve lost!” Flyby bemoans from Topside’s commlink. “Hang on; I’ve got something that’ll scare them off.”
Within the shield, the barrel of Salvation’s warp cannon extends. Crackling bolts of plasma arc along its length as the weapon charges up, a blue-white glow building within the barrel. All of a sudden, the light flickers out, and the couplings on the side of the warp cannon lurch to a stop.
“Scrap!” Flyby curses. “The firing controls aren’t responding- they must have taken a hit in the barrage!”
Zepar growls, “If we have to destroy the command ship to get these scrap heads to actually BACK OFF!, then so be it!”
“If possible,” he says in Ancient, “I would like any power that can be spared whilst protecting our ship to be directed at Bludgeon’s ship.”
“We can’t take on the Armageddon in the shape we’re in,” Topside says.
“Wait, wait!” Flyby calls over the commlink. “The bridge controls for the cannon are down, but somebody could probably fire it manually from the maintenance bay.”
Spectrum finished her work. “F-Finished!” She chirped, before trying to swat Forcep’s head. “B-be c-careful!” She scolded.
Split took a shot to the knee and upper leg, grimacing as his armor cracked and the mechanisms below became exposed. He turned and charged at the two troopers firing at him, intending to throw a punch at one.
Forcep smirks.
“It’s not very often I’m on the receiving end of such pleasantries,” he says.
One of the troopers leaps out of Split’s path, while his unlucky partner is hit head-on by Split and thrown into a wall. An alarm blares across the bridge, activated by one of the helmsmen.
Spectrum grinned back, before hopping off his shoulder. “M-more p-patients?” she asked.
Split glares at the helmsmen, before grabbing his shotgun and swinging it at the trooper who avoided his previous attack.
“I can’t even begin to estimate how many wounded we’ll have after this,” Forcep sighs sadly.
The trooper is hit in the side of the head, the butt of the shotgun smashing through the exterior plating and knocking the trooper unconscious.
Spectrum nodded sadly. “W-we can f-fix!” She raised her hand confidently, for a high-five
Sparkles raised his hand as well.
Split raised his shotgun and aimed it at the helmsmen. “Turn towards the Armageddon.” He growled.
Forcep high-fives Spectrum. He hesitates a little with Sparkles, but he eventually obliges the severed arm.
The helmsmen raise their hands and back away from their consoles. The doors to the bridge open, and a security detail carrying heavy weapons could be seen through the aperture.