“we don’t got the extra time, we’ve failed in our main objective, lost our commander, and we aren’t doing well in defense.” Said lifter, trying to do as haliaetus would
“And if we leave, the heralds will redirect their forces to follow the dropship,” Glaive continues. “We need to hold out just a little longer.”
At this point, only three of the five battleships remained, and one had sustained significant damage and likely couldn’t continue fighting for much longer.
Megabolt recoils, but sustains only minor damage from the shot. Growling, he fires three shots from his plasma cannon.
Ten terrorcons make a mad dash for Jade, howling and snarling.
Glaive orders the crippled warship to retreat back to junkion, and for the ground forces to begin to withdraw.
Megabolt charges his main cannon as he transforms his right forearm into a weapon similar to the Electro Bolter, firing a harpoon-like projectile at Dynamo.
“We’re fine, for the moment!” Salvage calls as he shifts his attention between engaging Thunderwing and keeping the craft airborne.
“I could go for the breath of fresh air…” Zip smirks. He reaches out his hand. Cargo grabs his wrist, and jumps outside the dropship. In midair, Cargo begins transforming, Swing Zipline over his back. Zip becomes two sets of helicopter blades, propelling Cargo upwards. After the change is complete, they form a large double-bladed helicopter.
“We can take ‘im!” Zip cheers over the comms. The two fly into battle with Thunderwing.