“Can you please unfold your wings a little?”
Windstripe smiles briefly,
“Oh well, I’ll be needing a nap or two after this war is finished.”
Another swings a chipped battleaxe at Symphony.
Megabolt fires three missiles at the sword.
Bootleg and Salvage disembark, standing before the entrance to Vector Sigma.
“Why?” He asks, curious. His wings slowly and carefully began to unfold.
S.Steel cuts his engines dropping briefly. The chipped axe clipped him dealing a fair bit of damage.
Asrar covers for the sword by breathing a stream of fire at the missiles. Adversary flies down, looking for a soldier. Soundrange pelts the terrorcon, from above.
Windstripe hops off the dropship and head to the entrance as well.
The Key glows intensely as Windstripe approaches the door, as does Alpha Trion’s sigil.
Dynamo grabbed Megabolt’s main cannon and tried to rip it off of him.
Seraphicon looks at it as he gets up from his seat.
His wings are unfolded a bit.
Dynamo would be unsuccessful, and the cannon was excruciatingly hot to the touch.
Windstripe holds out the key. He remarks,
“Shiny.”
He walks closer to the door.
A low hum is heard as the door begins sink into the ground.
Dynamo tried Grabbing Megabolt’s face instead, wrapping his fingers around the masked helmet
Windstripe enters through the doorway.
Megabolt transforms, intending for the shifting parts to throw Dynamo off.
The doorway led into a long hallway with slanted, detailed walls. Light fixtures in the ceiling illuminate the corridor with a soft, blue-white glow.
Sol quickly entered
Dynamo dug deeper into his opponents face, hoping to damage any shifting parts attempting to transform.
Seraphicon was following closely.
Skorn jumped and his body fragmented into multiple pieces. Most of them ended up on the arms and the back, and one acted like a full visor. Seraphicon’s arms were covered in a sand blue armor, while the wings were now doubled in size, having more sword feathers.
“Ta-da! I am a Deployer!”
Seraphicon could feel a boost in his power, strength and now he had fully control upon water.
The damage would mostly be inflicted upon Dynamo’s fingers.
Bootleg and Salvage follow the rest of the Vector Sigma team into a massive chamber:
Windstripe continues down the hall. He looks at the walls, admiring the craftsmanship.
Asrar drops down to Adversary and they aim and shoot the rail gun again. Soundrange keeps pelting the terrorcons, hoping to drop their numbers.
S.Steel flies towards the cybertronian army. He ends up landing roughly near the rear of the army.

