Assuming Loader has released Conjoint’s fist, his wheel feet spin wildly, carrying him in a very tight circle around to Loader’s back, where he… Is immediately clotheslined by one of the shields.
Flailing about, he makes a desperate attempt to grab onto the supports for one of the shields to keep himself from falling, even using his bad arm without thinking about it.
“Hmmm. Doesn’t seem too responsive.” Stonefist chuckles, still standing on the terrorist, “But then a giant rock can do that to you.”
The slap is ineffective, due to Stonefist’s weight, as it would take a lot more than that to dislodge the rocky bot from his current position.
“Hmmmm. Maybe it’s best to get him to the authorities.” Aralysa comments. She glances around the area. Other people were also busy fighting the terrorists, and even Axis Prime herself was in the fray.
“Come on, let’s try to find the Knights or the police or something.” Aralysa said, walking off and beckoning for Stonefist to follow. The gray-armored bot steps off of the dazed terrorist, hoisting him into the air with both mighty hands and throwing him over his rocky shoulder like a heavy sack.
XM-333 jumped into the air and transformed into jet mode, firing their engines to gain some altitude. They try and get some distance between themselves and the gunship.
Seeing others with higher firepower blasting the ship, Roaster focuses on the retreating dragon. She fires a couple shots at his back, though will stop early depending on how many other bots get in the way.
Come on, come on! Get up!
*There was some clanging. Repeating. Almost synchronized to an unknown beat. He started to feel it too, pounding against his side. *
“Come on, don’t die. Why did you do that.”
That voice, it was…
Tokamak’s senses slowly returned. He was in vehicle mode, against some wall. Front end was bent in, side was crumpled. I made an error, he thought and transformed with caution. Each limb and plate moving out one by one to see if anything broke, pausing at points to ensure it was nothing. Eventually, he was on his hands and knees, tilting his head up to see his small friend.
The Nebulon looked scared and had a brief smile before moving to scowling relief. A fist was pounded against Tokamak’s shoulder with a nice clang.
“You’re alive!”
“Didn’t think I was at risk of dying,” Tokamak replied and painstakingly got up.
“With that stupid stunt? Really? Look, I get you guys are reckless but you can’t just rush like that. It might not only be you who could get killed next time.”
After several seconds, Tokamak starts to recover. He starts to get back up, grumbling from some aches. Once he’s standing again, Motormouth jumps out of his chest while still in motor form. Tokamak catches his partner and gives a grin.
“I think you’re quite right.”
Motormouth starts charging up the blast and Tokamak takes again at the ship.
Firestorm heads back in to try and help subdue, not kill (much to Dark’s chagrin), the hostiles.
Axis quickly transforms into her beast mode and shoots up into the air. She climbs until she’s level with the two drones, then lets off a powerful blast of fire from her body, expanding out in a ring around her.
Ferrex quickly got back to it’s feet and ran after the predacon.
“Don’t think you’re getting away that easy!”
Niko shouted as he shot after the fleeing predacon.
Unfortunately, neither of Conjoint’s hands find a purchase, and the junkion likely falls over. Spinning around to face his enemy, Loader rolls his shoulders back, and the barrel of a large shotgun unfurls from underneath his chest armor. He takes aim and fires a spray of burning metal pellets at Conjoint.
Three of the terrorists had already been subdued, it seems: one was a flying bot whose leg had been set on fire by Axis, the other was a human woman who’d been knocked unconscious by Cargo, while the other was a green-armored cybertronian who was being carried away by Stonefist. There was also a red bot with damaged legs who was trying to crawl into cover.
The drones pull back as the flames roll over their energy shields. Undamaged, they begin to spin around Axis in a circle. They shoot at her again, with two targeting her wings and the third shooting at her torso.
With Ferrex giving chase, it’s likely that the mikesu mecha inadvertently places himself in Roaster’s line of fire before she can get too many more shots in on the predacon.
The predacon staggers as the plasma bolts from Ferrex and Roaster’s weapons strike his back, and he pivots back around as a conical device rises over his left shoulder. It opens, revealing a cluster of micro-missiles that fly out toward the charging mech.
The gunship hovers above the battle in front of the Hall of Records, firing indiscriminately into the police and Knights of Cybertron gathered around to keep them at bay. A ramp extends from its underside, and lean cybertronian with sparse yellow armor over his silver frame jumps out in front of Stonefist and Aralysa (@Rukah).
The new adversary flexes his right arm, and a pair of metal rails slide out over his hand. Red plasma materializes between and around the rails, forming an energy blade that hisses and crackles.
“So sorry to interrupt,” the adversary says, a black faceplate sliding over his mouth, “but you’re not going anywhere with that case- not in one piece, anyway.”
“Oh?” Stonefist replies gruffly, preparing for a fight. Aralysa glances at the yellow bot, drawing her energy saber in the process.
“Oh?” Stonefist says again, slowly and deliberately. “Not going anywhere, you say? Well, I think I’ll be keeping this case, if it’s alright with you. Oh wait, that’s right, it isn’t. Too bad.” The rocky Cybertronian finishes his statement by hurling the captive terrorist he had been holding directly at the yellow-armored newcomer, attempting to distract him so Aralysa could circle behind him. The gray-armored bot makes sure to keep hold of the case.
Firestorm tries to stop the one crawling for cover.
Awkwardly sliding one foot back, Conjoint sucked his wheels into his feet to allow one leg to fold behind his back. When the terrorist exposed a massive shotgun, Conjoint yelped and jumped towards the figure, trying to push up on the underside of the shotgun.
Regardless of whether or not he made contact, Conjoint did quickly relocate his body under the barrel as much as possible in the half second he had to operate - but his busted left arm ended up in front of the barrel just a fraction of a second too late. It took the entirety of the blast, mangling it even further and beyond any reasonable repair, with his hand now facing sideways.
I’M DOING THIS TO GIVE HER AN OPENING - WHERE IS SHE?!
From their aerial vantage point, XM-333 spots the bot and fires the 30mm, the same “BRRRRRRRRRRRT” emanating from the flashing barrel.
Axis quickly flew up again to avoid their fire, twisting and spinning in the air. Once above the drones she transformed into her robot mode, summoned Star Calibur from subspace, and dove down at the nearest drone, slashing at it.
Just at that moment, a howling roar pierced the air and a winged shadow raced across the ground. Maximus came diving into the scene in his dragon mode and spit a furious bolt of lightning at one of the remaining drones.
Ferrex dashed left and right to evade, then using its flight jets, Niko attempted to jump over where the missiles would land and attempt to pounce on the predacon.
Cargo continues to attempt to direct the hostages to safety - all the way up to carrying anyone who needed to be - as the effects of the flash grenade begin to wear off.
“Miss Nova,” he calls to his companion. “That woman we knocked unconscious, do you think you may find a way to disarm that armor she’s wearing? I believe some questioning may be in order, and I feel she may make a cooperative subject.” @MaxinePrimal
Jets built into the yellow bot’s back and legs fire, and the new enemy quickly slides out of the path of the green terrorist-turned-impromptu-projectile. Sparks fly as his feet scrape against the ground.
“Okay,” he says, brandishing his energy sword, “I tried asking nicely. Now I’ll have to-”
The yellow bot’s taunt his cut short as a hail of bullets hit him in the side. He is less armored than his cohorts, and so the rounds inflict much more pain. He falls onto one knee and cries out as much of the external armor on his right leg and upper arm is shredded.
Axis’s sword passes through the drone’s shield, and neatly bisects the small machine. Meanwhile, the shields of the drone targeted by Maximus overload and disappear. The machine swivels around at shoots at the predacon’s head.
Turnpike stops mid-crawl as Firestorm approaches. He looks up at the ancient Knight, the look in his eyes suggesting that he is regretting whatever decisions he’s made that’ve led him to this moment.
Loader gives an irritated growl as Conjoint pushes against his weapon.
“Get offa me!” he snarls, and he thrusts his arms forward to try and shove the junkion away. This, of course, might be just the kind of opening that Conjoint was hoping to create for Snowblind (@rainsong).
The predacon jumps out of Niko’s path, and the fingers on his hands sharpen and re-orient themselves to form a buzzsaw at the end of each of the terrorist’s arms.
With Cargo protecting them, the hostages begin to flee the scene en mass. Some had been injured in the initial bombing that had started the fight, and need to be carried.
Seeing an opportunity to make his entrance, Ivory quickly approached the stunned woman, in the guise of the Shining Shroud. Assuming there was no obstacles, he’d put a hand on her shoulder.
“Oh, you could try. Don’t think you’ll succeed though.” Stonefist says, annoyed with the terrorist’s banter. He was about to charge when
Stonefist chuckles at the attack.
“Looks like we’re not the only ones out to stop you.” he rumbles.
“Thanks for that!” Aralysa calls to XM-333 as she quickly darts to the side of the yellow bot, slashing with her saber at the base of his plasma blade in an attempt to sever it from his arm. Her friend Stonefist grunts and takes the momentary advantage to send one of his rocky fists crashing down at the terrorist’s legs, targeting his jets to make sure he couldn’t get away.
Maximus twirled in the air as he dove down at the drone. Tucking his wings in made him a much narrower target. As a result most of the gunfire zipped past him. Though a few still managed to pelt his body. Diving down at the drone, he transformed a few short feet away and punched at it with a massive and heavy fist.
Axis meanwhile rocketed down at the terrorist leader. With another slash of her blade she sent a burning wave of fire at him.
“Woah! That is fricken wicked!”
Niko said to himself in excitement. Though he forgot to deactivate his mech’s speakers, thus unintentionally complimenting his enemy.
“Wait. Ah crap. Was that out loud?”
He said, sounding a bit embarrassed. To cut the awkward moment short, he fired upon the predacon once more.
Motormouth’s rifle barrel comes out and energy starts to visibly build up at the end. Tokamak takes aim at the gunship and then charges forward to get a better shot, primarily to hit the underside of the ship so that it had fewer chances to dodge. Once close enough, Motormouth fires the largest blast he can at the ship.
Roaster repositions herself to try and get a better bead on the predacon without hitting Ferrex. If the new missile launcher is still out, she fires a few shots at that.
Cargo would carry the weakest of these if they would let him, taking as many trips as he would need to.
“Got a name?” Firestorm asks as he grabs the runaway.