Skirmish at the Core-pt3



 Brawl says, "Hnnggh."

 Brawl says, "I haven't blown anything up in awhile."

 Brawl says, "This is bad. I have a reputation to think about!"

 Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "Well...uh...go blow something up, then?"

 Brawl says, "Not without orders!"

 Brawl says, "... Onslaught says I get carried away without orders."

 Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "Pfff, didn't you read Shockwave's memos?"

 Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "Just go find some Autobots to pulverize."

 Brawl says, "Well that's not easy to do, they hide!"

 Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "Seriously, Brawl. Read Shockwave's memos. If you already read them, read them again."

 Bludgeon says, "Shockwave did mention an open mission to claim parts of Tarn.  There are also fortifications needed at the Drone Mainframe, the Autobots have been harassing our supply lines and bunkers."

 Brawl says, "... There's a lot of words."

 Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "There, I just gave you orders."

 Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "What he said. Simple enough for you?"

 Brawl says, "ARE YOU CALLIN' ME SIMPLE?!"

<Decepticon> Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "Why yes, I think I just did."

<Decepticon> Blast Off says, "Calm yourself, Brawl."

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "Maintain discipline."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "HRRRRGGH>"

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "Blast Off he called me stupid!!!"

<Decepticon> Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "Does he always have that bad of a temper?"

<Decepticon> Blast Off says, "Takes one to know one."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "I DON'T HAVE A TEMPER!"

<Decepticon> Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "Sure, sure...."

<Decepticon> Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy laughs.

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "AND I'LL PUNCH ANYONE WHO SAYS I DO!"

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "Maintain. Discipline. Brawl."

<Decepticon> Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "Oh yeah?"

<Decepticon> Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "You gonna punch me, Brawl?"

<Decepticon> Brawl tries to calm down. His engine is roaring over the radio.

<Decepticon> Blast Off says, "Think what Onslaught would say, Brawl."

<Decepticon> Brawl TRIES TO CALM DOWN.

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "enough of your quibbling. Eating away at the corps.  Are you not warriors?"

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "are you not conquerors?"

<Decepticon> Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "He's the one threatening me."

<Decepticon> Brawl thinks really hard about what Onslaught would say. "... Wait until he has a plan?"

<Decepticon> Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "He asked for orders. I gave him some."

<Decepticon> Blast Off says, "Yes, exactly."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "Okay."

Istoral Trench

On entering Istoral Trench, fiercely cold winds viciously buffet anything not securely fastened down. Several landslides have occurred, randomly dumping tons of twisted metal on the floor of the trench and forcing a slower pace to maneuver through the piles of debris. On the uninviting canyon walls are multiple caverns and sharp-edged metal outcroppings. To the south, the trench has been zipped shut by the immense structural stress of spacebridge transport to another system. To the north, the trench continues a short distance before ending abruptly. A flicker of movement above indicates that a pack of ravenous turbo-wolves may be on the hunt for a meal.

Obvious exits:

Up <U> leads to Istoral Chasm.

North <N> leads to Istoral Trench North.

<Decepticon> Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "xD"

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "Fine. We will secure the supply route to the way inside Cybertron and pick off any Autobot harassers."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "Alright! Let's bust summin' up!"

<Decepticon> Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "Good idea, Bludgeon."

<Decepticon> Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy lowering his voice. "And remind me never to ask Brawl to read things for himself again..."

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "I will....commend your initiative, Brawl."

After a heated discussion, Bludgeon takes the initiative to patrol the supply routes down to the inner workings of Cybertron. So far, reports indicate that the Autobots are making headway down here, destroying bunkers and sabotaging computer consoles. The plan was simple, but effective. A fake supply train was created to be lead down to the core, heavy loaders of pipes and sheet metal. Nothing the Decepticons couldn't live without in case it came under fire. Tanks were the order of the day, larger dangerous tanks such as Brawl, and smaller dangerous tanks such as Bludgeon, out of his Pretender shell for the moment, and then there's Triggerhappy.

Impactor transforms into his drill tank mode. Someone is going to die.

Brawl is easily spotted. He's the loudest tank on the battlefield. He rolls merrily alongside the transport, looking around eagerly for something to shoot at. He was promised things to shoot at, and he's going to blast something, even if it's the transport truck.

Blades has arrived.

Broadside's massive armor shifts and folds into the form of a barnacle-encrusted F-111 Aardvark!

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "Time such as this is far more constructive. Proper discipline is needed in the field, but there is no excuse to go without it on our comm systems as well.  You get your wish, Brawl.  You'll get your chance to 'blow stuff up', and your initiative will be rewarded"

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "YEAH!"

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Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> is suddenly flanking the convoy, laser batteries blazing. No need for exposition here, only wrecking and ruling. And protecting, given the presence of First Aid and Blades. "Look alive and get it in geat, Autobots! This convoy gets turned to all kinds of dust or I rearrange every one of you to fit in Blaster's chest!" He turns into the Decepticons, charging into the convoy's broadside. And speaking of... "Broadside, light these energon huffing waste of alt modes up like is was Primemas Eve!"

Combat: Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> inspires First Aid, Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades>, and F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> with majestic and moving words!

Triggerhapy descends from the skies to join Bludgeon and Brawl, the jet flying just above the decoy supply train. Indeed, there had been a heated discussion over the comms earlier. But hey, -Brawl's- the one with the temper!

"Blowpipe, remind me never to ask Brawl to read anything for himself again." he asides quietly to his Nebulon partner. This was probably what had been heard over the comms earlier.

"Sadly, it seems such a simple thing as that is too much for his minimally equipped neural circuits.j..." Blowpipe replies, smirking. Hopefully Brawl didn't hear any of that...

"Look, this isn't safe," First Aid says, keeping his arms out at his sides in attempt to keep his balance. He is currently surfing Impactor because Impactor said it would be a good idea and First Aid is a big fan of how heroic (cough) the Wreckers are and if Impactor says it's a good idea then by gum it's a good idea except this might not be as good an idea as First Aid was led to believe. This even /less/ of a good idea because First Aid is holding his photon pistol, trying to shoot at the Decepticons. His tipsy manner at least makes him tough to hit.

Imagine First Aid standing atop a drill tank that has all of its lasers blazing away while First Aid pours light blasts into the Decepticons, screaming an incoherent battlecry while the robo-veins on his neck bulge out from the sheer thrill of annihilating Decepticons.

Well it isn't that. It's more pathetic.

Combat: First Aid sets his defense level to Protected.

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "Incoming fire. Harriers on the side.  You know your roles. Heavy Artillery, Aerial assault.  I will provide frontline assault, of course."

Trench-flying is just the worst thing, Blades thinks. He starts to transform into robot mode, because really, do they really need air support, right now? As he does, he hears Impactor. Now there is a bot that Blades can respect. He lands on his feet on a ledge, emboldened. Blades draws one blade, and he glares across the field of battle at the foe.

Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> transforms into his Blades mode.

F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> doesn't need much more inspiration than what Impactor's mere presence provides, and his words are every bit encouraging as they are threatening. "You got it boss!" His turbines roar as he coasts low over the trench, zeroing in on the transport accompanied by a very loud tank that isn't Impactor. "COME AT ME 'CONS!" he bellows.

Combat: F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Combat: F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> strikes Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> with his Laser attack!

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Blitzwing has arrived.

Green and Brown T-72 Main Battle Tank <Bludgeon> snarls, <<Incoming fire. Harriers on the side. You know your roles. Heavy Artillery, Aerial assault. I will provide frontline assault, of course.">> The small tank turns its turret towards the drilltank, charging it in a reckless display of defiance.

Within moments the smaller tank aside Brawl transforms into a rather generic Decepticon warrior. That figure is encompassed with a hiss of energy, a thousand triangles of light in an aura about him. In a flash, the armored Samurai is on his feet. The energy hiss echos strangely in the chasm, producing a strange "OoooohhhOOOOOOOhhhh" sound as he brandishes his blade. He springs forwards towards the drill. "Fool Autobots!" His footsteps are light and quick, his blade held in his right hand as he approaches Impactor and First Aid. "This chasm will be your grave!" His other arm raises, the tank turret gleams with power, firing a compact fireball coarsing with electricity at the drilltank!

A digital framework appears around bludgeon as his Pretender mode surrounds him. The skeletal Samurai has reappeared, flames in his eyes.

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> strikes Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> with his Small Electric Fireball! (Laser) attack!

And here come the Autobots! Four of them! Ooooh, such a target-rich environment! So many things to shoot at! Oh, and is that Blades? The Autobot who might as well be a Decepticon? Ha! What is that Protectobot doing with the Autobots, anyway? Protecting? Is that -really- what he does best? Heh.

Well, this is certainly going to be exciting.

"So, Blades! We meet again! At least you're not as sappy as the others, eh? Too bad you're on the wrong side of the battlefield!" Triggerhappy taunts as he fires upon the Protectobot with his pulse guns.

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Blitzwing transforms into a Leopard 2A6M tank.

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> strikes Blades with his Photon-Pulse Guns attack! [Pulled -2]

Fortress Maximus has arrived.

Brawl has been hit by something, and that's all it takes to make him start shooting.

"COME AT YOU? YOU WANT IT, YOU GOT IT!" he roars, swivelling his cannon towards Broadside. The interior of the barrel lights up, gathering plasma, before launching a salvo towards the Aardvark coming at him.

Combat: Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Combat: Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> strikes F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> with his Opening Shot (Laser) attack!

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Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> doesn't slow down as Bludgeon engages, his blade's energy attack glancing off of Impactor's armor rather harmlessly. "I've gotta give this to Bludgeon. He's got a way with words..." The tank's engines rev. "First Aid, didn't this boneclown make you his mortal enemy or some slag? Let's say hello!" Impactor speeds up, barreling towards Bludgeon...

Combat: Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his Friendly hello! (Ram) attack!

Combat: You took 4 damage.

Blades wonders how he ended up with Triggerhappy as his nemesis. What poor life choices have led him to this? In any case, maybe transforming was premature. maybe he should have stayed in the air, trenches and all. Singed and smarting, Blades jumps off the ledge and take off in rotored flight.

The Huey pulls up, grasping for a little altitude, and he tries to use the canyon walls for cover as he attempts to nail Triggerhappy with one of his rockets.

Blades transforms into his Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> mode.

Combat: Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> sets his defense level to Protected.

Combat: Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> strikes Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> with his Armor-Piercing Smart Rocket attack! [Pulled -2]

First Aid steadies himself on Impactor. His arms stop waving around briefly. "Hey, I think I might getting the hang of this." But just when things are looking up, who else would arrive but the most dangerous Pretender this side of Thunderwing. "Ahh nuts," First Aid mutters. "H-ey, Bludgeon. Sorry about the incident earlier. I actually wanted to contact you on the radio but... well, I guess we're in person now. I owe you an explanation but I don't think it's-" First Aid jumps off of the Wrecker Leader as the electro-fireball hits him. "-a good time?" Aid makes a three point landing, pistol still in hand.

"'Mortal enemy' might be a bit grandoise of a term," First Aid says, "But that's the short of it, yes." As Impactor rams the Pretender, First Aid takes aim with his pistol. Setting for a tight beam shot, he fires a quick blinding flash towards him. "Blades, watch out! Combaticon at two o'clock."

Combat: First Aid strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his Photon Pistol attack!

Combat: You took 2 damage.

Combat: That attack has temporarily affected Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon>'s Accuracy. (Blinded)

F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> awaits the salvo with a bit of glee, and as it smashes into the underside of his nosecone, he yells in exhileration. "WRECK N' RULE!" Down he swoops, nearing till he's hardly a dozen yards away before pylons snap open to fire off a pair of happy missiles at his target tank.

Combat: F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> strikes Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> with his Sidewinders attack!

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Combat: First Aid is size 5, a lot smaller than you.

Combat: Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> is size 7, the same as you.

Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> scowls, "Ahh the medic. I granted you" A flash of light impares his vision, and then the drilltank that is Impactor rams into him, sending the sturdy Pretender aside, but not down! He repeats himself, "I granted you a boon, to let warriors be returned properly, and you take advantage." His katana blazes with electricity, "That deception I'd expect from my kin. Foolish Autobot, I thought at least one of you had honor."

Bludgeon takes a moment to LOOM over First Aid. The steely Samurai takes his stance, both hands upon the blade. "Prepare yourself, Wrecker...Medic" He slams the butt of his blade towards First Aid. Electricity crackles, as he kicks at the passing drill tank in the side.

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> strikes First Aid with his Bash and Kick (Ruckus) Area attack!

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> strikes Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> with his Bash and Kick (Ruckus) Area attack!

Brawl just holds fast to where he is as the missiles slam into his thickly armored hide. He's pushed back a foot or two, his treds digging a furrow into the ground. His armor has some nice, smoking black marks, but it doesn't appear to be terribly damaged.

"WRECK'N'RULE? NO ONE RULES AT WRECKIN' LIKE BRAWL!" The big green tank turns his turret to follow Broadside. Internal mechanisms clatter as a heavy duty mortar shell is loaded into the cannon. The tank belches a powerful shot at the Aardvark, rattling the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust, smoke curling from the end of the cannon.

Combat: Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> misses F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> with his Tank Cannon attack! [Pulled -2]

The rocket comes Triggerhappy's way, and he barrel rolls but it manages to graze a wing. Hmm...perhaps 'nemesis' isn't quite the right word, but maybe this has something to do with the time that Blades brutally beat and tortured a downed Triggerhappy in the ruins of Nightsiege. It might not be a vendetta, but there's something there...

The Targetmaster flies after Blades as he attempts to find behind some cover among the formations in the trench. "Hmm, running and hiding? This doesn't seem like your fighting style, Blades!" he shouts after the Protectobot, continuing to fire without really aiming at anything.

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> sets his defense level to Guarded.

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> misses Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> with his Aimless Shooting (Laser) attack!

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Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> gets ticked off, because thanks to Bludgeon, one of his favorite laser blasters just got kicked off. Impactor swerves and slows, transforming into robot mode. "If there's one thing I hate more than Decepticons with ugly bone faces, it's the ones that jump around doing that metallicrappo." He glances down at the medic. "First Aid, you want to wail on this guy a bit? Let me get 'em a little closer." He points his harpoon arm at the Con Pretender and makes like Scorpion...

Impactor transforms into his robot mode. Someone is going to die.

Combat: Impactor strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his GET OVER HERE attack!

Combat: You took 0 damage.

Combat: That attack has locked on Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon>. (LOCKON)

F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> jerks hard to the right, angling up on one wing to avoid the turret fire. He cackles as he banks back around, bright sparks of electricity jumping over his aerial frame. Abruptly, the field of static expands, hopefully to engulf Brawl and perhaps a bit of the transport if he can reach it. "Ya' gotta' hit me harder n' that, buddy!" Blinding arcs singe the ground around the convey.

Combat: F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> strikes Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> with his Electric Field attack!

First Aid scores a direct hit, but Bludgeon doesn't seem to fazed by it. When the Pretender, electricity crackling all around him, stands over him, the Protectobot dives backwards. It's this action that means he only gets nicked in the leg by the butt of the sword rather than square in the gut. Tucking and rolling to semi safety, First Aid peers at Bludgeon, ready to back off again should the Decepticon make a run for him. Ultimately that never happens as Impactor snags the Con and drags him over whether he likes it or not.

"Ahh, I think you have things well in hand, actually," the medic says. "Looks to me like Broadside could use some back-up." Aid knows full well just how tough Brawl is, having fought him on multiple occasions. Taking aim even as he backs away, First Aid fires a bright flare through Broadside's electro-field, threatening to hit the Combaticon and burn a hole in his hull.

Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> hears First Aid's warning about Combaticons... too late! No, now, Blades is busy trying to beat up Triggerhappy in an air duel, because this is apparently a thing that Blades does now. All the dirty jobs, they come home to Blades. Luckily, he's good at taking out the trash!

His friends and allies tell him to keep a cool head when Triigerhappy tries to bait him, and Blades manages to find the wherewithal to follow their advice. Flying behind a canyon spire is very tricky flying, and it's not Blades's favourite, but he manages it to evade the mad Targetmaster's assault. The Protectobot peeks out from behind the spire and lauinch another missile - and a barb, "/Some/ of us can adapt to changing situations. You know. Like Transformers. I'm sure you wouldn't understand. You have to have a little man in a tin suit tell you how to do the simplest things, like aim - oh, and he fails at that, too!"

Combat: Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> misses Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> with his Armor-Piercing Smart Rocket attack! [Pulled -2]

Combat: First Aid strikes Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> with his Now I Am Become Flashlight--Lighter Of Worlds (Laser) attack!

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Blast Off has arrived.

Of course if the convoy gets destroyed, Brawl isn't going to notice. Or care. The only thing he's here for is massive destruction and mayhem, and if that happens to include a few Decepticon assets, well, they call it collateral damage for a reason.

"STAND STILL SO I CAN HIT YOU!" he snarls, frustrated at having missed an opportunity to turn a Wrecker into a smouldering impact crater, and his rage is only building as Broadside sails past him. The electrical field causes the slow moving convoy's guidance systems and motion systems to short out, slowing it to a stop as the motors smoke. The lightning strikes Brawl as well, lighting his pain sensors on fire.

The pain will reach his processor after a few rounds. Things move slow in there.

"Hrrrgh, I'll just MAKE him stand still," Brawl growls to himself, not noticing the blue-white arcs of electricity scoring black char-marks across his armor. Panels on the back of the tank open, two weapon turrets rising and expanding into dish-shaped formations - sonic amplifiers. There is a low, roaring hum that builds nearby, getting steadily louder; the convoy nearby begins to shake itself apart, spilling metal sheets and piping onto the ground with an increasing clatter. The air warps around the cannons as a blurred sonic burst shoots through the air towards Broadside accompanied by a deafening roar. First Aid might just be in the way....

Combat: Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> strikes First Aid with his Dual Sonic Cannon Area attack!

Combat: Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> strikes F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> with his Dual Sonic Cannon Area attack!

Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> is hauled towards Impactor, the harpoon catching him about his ornate armor. He bats aside the harpoon after drawn in. Behind Impactor, the covering sheets on the convoy move. A Decepticon Titan appears from the payload, his repair drones already circling him. Bludgeon remarks, "You have your own problems to worry about Wrecker, but you will cross weapons with me soon enough."

Fiery eyes blaze as he turns around, "I have other matters to attend to." Again the blade is held out, to his side as he sprints towards First Aid. He stalks the smaller Autobot, approaching at that slow pace that serial killers in film seem to acquire. He raises his blade. And pauses. With a sigh, he judges First Aid without attacking. "No...I will not become less, because you have no sense of duty or honor." His gaze shifts to Broadside coming under fire. He turns his back towards the medic, "I will destroy you if you force the issue, do not force the issue, Autobot."

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "YEAH YEAH YEAH!"

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "Wait, I smell somethin' burning."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "... Oh, it's me."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "Man, that's gonna hurt when I finally feel it."

Fortress Maximus hands a shiny +nom to you for doing great RP!

Blast Off steps out of the shadows of the high point he is perched on, watching the battle going on just below. He likes to look down on others, after all. He tries to keep an eye on Brawl's whereabouts but the battle that is brought to him is Triggerhappy VS Blades as they fly nearby. Blast Off transforms to shuttle mode and follows Blades, locking his aim on the Aerialbot.

Combat: Blast Off sets his defense level to Aggressive.

Blowpipe sneers at Blades' words from wherever the gun is mounted on Triggerhappy's jet form, as the Taretmaster banks sharply to the left to avoid the rocket. "What irony this is!" The Nebulan calls out, laughing. "Insulting my skills while proving that your own are just as lacking, if not more so!"

"Ha! Not bad, Blowpipe!" Triggerhappy commends, before returning his attention to Blades. "He doesn't teach me how to aim, though, so he -can't- fail at it. Besides, aiming is overrated, anyway!"

With a disdainful shrug, Blast Off transforms into a space shuttle.

And then he lets loose with a barrage of high-energy photons that fly in every direction!

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> strikes Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> with his Aiming is overrated! (Full-Auto) Area attack!

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> strikes Space Shuttle <Blast Off> with his Aiming is overrated! (Full-Auto) Area attack!

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> strikes F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> with his Aiming is overrated! (Full-Auto) Area attack!

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his Aiming is overrated! (Full-Auto) Area attack!

Combat: You took 3 damage.

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> misses Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> with his Aiming is overrated! (Full-Auto) Area attack!

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> strikes First Aid with his Aiming is overrated! (Full-Auto) Area attack!

Combat: Blast Off takes extra time to aim his next attack.

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "That...came from behind me"

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "HEY."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "DID SOMEONE SNEEZE ON ME."

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<Decepticon> Brawl says, "'CUZ I DON'T APPRECIATE THAT."

<Decepticon> Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "Sneeze? What the slag does sneeze mean?"

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "Ask your little buddies!"

First Aid holds his gun aloft after his successful hit on Brawl. The medic starts moving for better position to snipe on either him or Triggerhappy--that Targetmaster is behind cover of his own--but Aid only makes it half way before the air shifts and sonic energy bridges the gap between Brawl's barrel and First Aid's chest. The medic is slammed hard, smacking his back against one of the tanks in the convoy. Cracks form around the tank's hull, showing just how hard Aid was hit.

Coughing madly, First Aid looks up to see Bludgeon approaching. Gripping his pistol tightly, Aid prepares to fight the Pretender as he has no-where else to escape to. "No sense of..." Aid's muttering trails off. The pragmatic side of him understands Blurr's reasoning--it's the same one they used on him back during the Franklin Cross affair--but it doesn't make it any easier to swallow. With Bludgeon turning away, the medic takes the time to reach into his trunk, grab an energizer syringe, and jab it into his foot. His fuel pump goes into overdrive, temporarily giving him a boost to his self-repair systems. Looking up as the energon flows through him, Aid spots Blast Off and what he's doing. "Blades, watch out!" Should have known. Where there's one Combati-creep, there's two Combati-creeps.

With everything going on, Aid doesn't stand a chance in evading the multitude of photon-pulses that slash into the ground all around him. None actually /hit/, per se, but the tank behind him as its hull blow up, and shrapnel riddles Aid's body. Does that count as a hit?

Combat: First Aid quickly patches up some of his minor injuries.

"HAHAHA! Ya' call yerself a COMBATICON!" Broadside shouts, and is promptly shut up by the aud-shattering sonic blast that hits him. "F-f-f-frag!" It rattles every panel and joint, and breaks the glass of his canopy. His armor becomes brittle and he wavers dazedly for a few seconds before spiraling downwards to transform mid-air. His bot mode shakes the ground around him as he lands with a resounding CRUNCH of surface metal, rising with his crackling vibro axe in tow. He grunts when a stray shot burns further into his frame than it should, he can only assume it's from Triggerhappy. Alas, he doesn't notice the beating First Aid is taking for the moment. "A'ight Brawl, you asked for it..." He stalks towards Brawl, breaking into a heavy run that ends in him slashing his axe horizontally across the tank. "I'LL END YOU!"

In a grinding series of shuddering snaps and rumbling clanks, Broadside transforms into a behemoth of a mech, towering over the average bot!

Combat: Broadside strikes Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> with his Vibro-Ax attack!

Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> is doing this whole air support business, ducking down through valleys and away from Triggerhappy's bolts - as cowardly and worng as it feels, to him - only to snake his way back to line up on Triggerhappy again. That lunatic is shooting up /everyone/, and down below there, there's poor First Aid barely holding himself together. It's time to toast this turboturkey out of the sky.

"Aiming is, huh? So are wings. Let's see how you do with yours blown off!" the Protectobot blusters as he launches his rocket.

Blast Off can die later.

Combat: Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> strikes Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> with his Armor-Piercing Smart Rocket attack!

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "OOOWWWW. I'M SHOCKED!"

<Decepticon> Brawl finally feels it.

Impactor smiles as the titan sized con towers over him, chin to chest.

"Ah, a Wrecker!" The titan exclaims, "time for Gigafist to prove his worth to the Empire by pulling out your gdhfyrvcjchcgfmcmgjmhmh"

That last part is the sound Gigafist makes when a big blade hand disembowels him. A wave of energon that would make Sam Raimi proud buckets onto Impactor.

He steps onto Gigafist's dying body, surveying the field. And covered in energon.

Combat: Impactor takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

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Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> raises his gaze back to Impactor. "One issue settled." Triggerhappy's stray fire bounces off his shoulder. his eyes adjust towards the fusillade of firepower. He scowls, "Back to the target range..again." He approaches Impactor openly, ensuring the Wrecker sees him coming. "Sometimes the Titans have the need to test themselves. I encourage such behavior." His blade hums, "Times such as that creates true warriors...and removes the inferior ones." With that, he bursts into motion at Impactor, "Times such as now!" The blade flickers, leaving an electric trail as he slashes at Impactor's chest.

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> strikes Impactor with his Monomolecular Edge Katana attack! [Pulled -4]

"AUGH, LIGHTING!" Brawl shouts - loudly - as he finally feels a previous attack.

He's REALLY gonna be unhappy when that huge gash across his front right side catches up to him.

For some reason, Brawl just can't seem to move his right tread very well; this is probably because it's been completely severed. He spins his wheels, flipping chunks of tread out behind him like slabs of mechanical meat. He in stead turns to his left, good armor facing Broadside, as he turns his cannon towards the massive Autobot, another shell loading in and booming towards the Wrecker like a thunderclap.

Combat: Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> sets his defense level to Guarded.

Combat: Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> misses Broadside with his Tank Cannon attack!

Space Shuttle <Blast Off> is following after Blades, locking onto the *PROTECTO*bot in an effort to aid Triggerhappy when the Targetmaster lets loose his area attack! With Blast Off's close proximity and his targeting systems locked onto Blades, the space shuttle just doesn't have the time to evade the attack, flying straight into it. <<WATCH WHAT YOU'RE DOING, YOU IDIOT!!!!>> he radios to Triggerhappy. REALLY! The now-injured Combaticon is half tempted to pull off the attack and go find Brawl... no point in helping morons who shoot the mech who's trying to save their tail. But his systems are already locked, so he decides to follow through. "This almost goes against my better judgement.... but I like you, Blades, even less than I like Triggerhappy. And that is saying a lot."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "Hey Blast Off."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "Why my shoulders hurt?"

Combat: Space Shuttle <Blast Off> strikes Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> with his Blast Blades to Bits (Laser) attack!

<Decepticon> Blast Off says, "Yes, what is it, Brawl? ....Well, how would I know? I can't see you right now. Were you just hit in that area attack by that idiot Triggerhappy?"

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "Yeah, he sneezed on me."

<Decepticon> Blast Off says, "....."

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "....."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "It kinda tickled."

<Decepticon> Blast Off says, "Then sneeze back."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "At Triggerhappy?"

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "I don't even have a nose, Blast Off."

<Decepticon> Blast Off says, "....."

<Decepticon> Blast Off says, "While I am tempted to say, yes, at Triggerhappy...surely there is an Autobot in the area? Go SMASH him."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "I AM TRYING"

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "BUT HE WON'T STOP MOVING."

<Decepticon> Blast Off says, "Then shoot his legs."

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "Triggerhappy, at least attempt to point your weapon TOWARD the Autobots. I will deal with Impactor"

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "Okay."

"Hahahahah!" Triggerhappy laughs and cheers. "Whoo! That was fun!" Blowpipe just rolls his eyes. Shooting his own allies, what else was new? But that's what this Targetmaster seems to enjoy most about combat--shooting anything and everything, whether it were foes or allies, or...objects.

However, perhaps he is enjoying himself a bit -too- much, because Blades' rockets finally make purchase. And this time they don't just graze him. In fact, the Protectobot succeeds in striking Triggerhappy in one of his engines, knocking him out of the air. The jet spirals toward the ground, headed straight for Broadside! If the Wrecker doesn't get out of the way in time, he is going to have a Triggerhappy on top of him.

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> strikes Broadside with his Look out below! (Smash) attack!

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Impactor spots Bludgeon heading his way and steps off of Gigafist to meet him. He protects his body from Bludgeon's slash with his right hand, armor hissing and melting away from the power sword. Impactor just looks confused. "Sorry, I keep missing what you're saying. What?" He steps in, jabbing at that skull grin with a mighty left. "What?"

Combat: Impactor strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his Punch attack!

Combat: You took 2 damage.

Broadside's struts crack as his upper body twists from the force of his swing, his blade biting into the tank. Surprisingly, the Combaticon doesn't yelp in pain. Or he does, but belatedly. Wha'... A loud expletive escapes him when the source of the thunderclap erupts nearly point blank. Then Triggerhappy /lands/ on him. Broadside staggers and reaches up to grab the Targetmaster by whatever limb he can reach. "Get OFFA' me ya' glitched little- Rrgh!" Whether or not he's successful in yanking Triggerhappy off, his focus quickly returns to his prime target. He spots the broken tread and favors to /rip/ it from beneath Brawl's wheels, or what's left of it. "TRANSFORM, YA' COWARD! FIGHT ME LIGHT A MECH!" With this, he whips back the thick strip that is Brawl's treads and tries to brings it down on the tank's turret.

Combat: Broadside strikes Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> with his TREADS (Smash) attack!

Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> is lanced through by Blast Off's laser, sending a spliting of one of his blades flying to the winds. The hole ion his blade-tip sizzles and smokes. The Huey is finding it extremely difficult to stay in the air. He's just gonna...

...land on top of the wreckage of this tank that First Aid is hiding by, really, and maybe straddle the barrel like Tank Girl, if he can manage that. He draws his photon pistol and tries to shoot at Blast Off and Triggerhappy and Blitzwing, because those guys can all fly, and Blades is /supposed/ to be providing air support... kind of ineptly, here.

Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> transforms into his Blades mode.

Combat: Blades sets his defense level to Aggressive.

Combat: Blades strikes Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> with his Photon Pistol Area attack!

Combat: That attack has temporarily affected Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy>'s Accuracy. (Blinded)

Combat: Blades strikes Space Shuttle <Blast Off> with his Photon Pistol Area attack!

Combat: That attack has temporarily affected Space Shuttle <Blast Off>'s Accuracy. (Blinded)

First Aid, momentarily freed from getting a beatdown from any nearby Decepticons, grabs the side of the stalled convoy tank yanks himself up on top. His optics go upwards as he sees Blades coming in for a landing. "I'd recognize Blast Off's handiwork anywhere," he mutters at the deep scorch marks. X-Ray Blaster. No doubt about it. As the wounds are physical, there isn't much Aid can do other than patch up the huge burn marks. Drawing out a cyber-bandage, Aid flattens it out against Blades's back. "Hold still," he tells his fellow Protectobot even as he blazes away with his photon pistol. It's a futile request given they're in the middle of a battle, but nevertheless, the bandage folds up, molding itself around one of Blades's rotors and reforming a new one for him.

Combat: First Aid quickly patches up some of Blades's minor injuries.

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"RAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGHHHH!"

Brawl felt that one!

Unable to move any further on treads, his tank cannon bent and unusable, the Combaticon is forced to transform if he wants to keep up the fight. Which he DOES.

Rolling away from Broadside as he transforms, his right arm hangs limp and nearly useless from the damage done in vehicle mode. A gash across his front has exposed some of his internals, and there's a slow, steady spurt of energon pumping from the open wound. The Combaticon doesn't seem to care; all he sees before him is one big stinkin' target that seems to think that he's better than a Combaticon because he's a Wrecker.

Wreckers. Pfff. Aren't those the things used to haul off broken cars, anyways?

Brawl draws his gun and takes aim at Broadside's head. "COWARD? COWARD!? I'LL TURN YOUR FACE INTO AN INSECTICON'S FOOD BOWL!"

Combat: Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> sets his defense level to Aggressive.

Leopard 1A1 Tank <Brawl> transforms into his Brawl mode.

Combat: Brawl strikes Broadside with his Sonic Wave (Laser) attack!

Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> raises his blade, flicking energon off of it, which hisses onto the surface. "Your warrior's strength is diluted by your asinine antics. Allow me to make my statement a lot clearer." The Vorpal Blade goes snicker-snack as he slashes at the dead Con Titan, which promptly crumbles into four pieces, only a little extra energon spilt from the action. Bludgeon aggressively continues, slashing a crackling X motion towards Impactor's chest. "Surely the top of the heap of the Wreckers can do more than simply DIE!

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> strikes Impactor with his Monomolecular Edge Katana attack!

Triggerhappy lands with a hard CLANK upon Broadside. The sound of armor cracking can be heard...and it is quite nasty. For a moment, the Targetmaster is stunned, his servos freezing up from the brunt of the of the impact. Or perhaps it was the rocket. Possibly a combination of both. And the photon pistol doesn't help either.

Thus, the Wrecker doesn't really meet with much resistance when he attempts to and succeeds at flinging the Targetmaster off. Triggerhappy goes flying--right at Brawl!

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> strikes Brawl with his Ally Projectile (Smash) attack!

<Decepticon> Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "....uuughh...what happened..."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "GET OFF ME!"

Space Shuttle <Blast Off> watches as Blades strikes down Triggerhappy and he is not exactly sympathetic. He has a low tolerance for (most) idiots, and for poor shooting....put the two together and you get on the Combaticon's nerves pretty quickly. Then he watches with satisfaction as Blades falls to his attack, as well. Poetic justice, that was! Just as he smugly chuckles to himself about that one, thinking Blades was surely incapacitated, Blades recovers and fires upon him from the ground, striking and blinding him! "AHHHHHHH!" The attack comes as a shock, as does the inability to sense what's around him! The shuttle has no choice but to make a crash landing with a loud BOOM! He can't see well enough to attempt to shoot- especially not right after berating Triggerhappy for HIS poor performance.

Combat: Space Shuttle <Blast Off> takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

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Impactor gets carved up pretty damn good by Bludgeon. Impactor does his best to parry against the much quicker Pretender with his harpoon hand, for all the good it does him. Staggering back, Impactor spits energon, taking a moment to rally. "No antics here."

Impactor's shoulder cannon hums to life. "Just wrecking."

Combat: Impactor strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his Shoulder Cannon attack!

Combat: You took 4 damage.

Broadside begins to feel the drain of energon and pauses to lean on his axe - but only for a nano, as Brawl comes at him with impressive rage. He grins behind his faceplate, but the expression is short-lived as he's smacked with more sonic waves. To the head. His visor cracks and his audials ring, and he staggers once more as Triggerhappy smashes into his own faction. He leers down at Brawl briefly before turning to head for First Aid, as per doctor's orders.

Combat: Broadside takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

<Decepticon> Blast Off says, "Brawl...how are you doing back there?"

First Aid is very familiar with what Brawl's cannon does. As he sends Blades on his way and turns to his next patient, he readies a heavy duty armour revitalizer. Now there's better, more heavy machinery out there that can properly reinforce a robot who's chassis has been shattered, but Aid doesn't have that sort of thing in his standard medical kit. The internal damage is something he can take care of, but one glance at the Triplechanger tells him that it's a simple patch job that he needs initially. Reaching into his trunk, he tosses a dull silver plate at him. As soon as it hits Broadside, Aid shoots him with his free hand's finger mounted laser scalpels, welding it into place over the wounds.

Combat: First Aid quickly patches up some of Broadside's minor injuries.

Blades almost feels better now than he did before the battle started, and he says as much, "You're a miracle worker, First Aid." He vaults off the busted tank barrel and takes to the sky again., putting a large distance betwene hismelf and First Aid. His rotor blades don't feel /quite/ right. he's feeling a little queasy in the air, really, but Blades had a /duty/ to his fellow Autobots. Pretenders are known for their armour. Blades is packing anti-armor weaponry. He's basically obligated to try to nail Bludgeon one, isn't he? Blades thinks so. Though he might suffer for it... but Impactor's words keep him going!

Besides, Bludgeon threatened Blade's team-mate. That can't stand.

Blades transforms into his Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> mode.

Combat: Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his Armor-Piercing Smart Rocket attack! [Pulled -1]

Combat: You took 2 damage.

Combat: Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades>'s attack damages your armor.

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Brawl is smacked into by Triggerhappy, knocking him over; he spends the next few minutes trying to disentangle himself from the psychotic aircraft. "GET OFFA ME!" he snarls, pushing Triggerhappy away. This sort of delay is keeping him from finishing off Broadside!

Combat: Brawl sets his defense level to Protected.

Combat: Brawl takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> snarls, "BAH! You still restrain yourself." The cannon barely puts a dent in his chestplate, the shell emitting an eerie glow around the small fracture. He glances as Triggerhappy performs the wrong sort of cannonball maneuver against the tank. "I will carve you to pieces, offer your head on a pike and..." He looks aside at the others, "Brawl! Triggerhappy! Flank and protect. You have training. USE IT." He turns back to Impactor, "Now where was" And Blades shoots him in the rear exhaust port, right in the middle of another monologue. He raises his blade towards Impactor to keep him at bay, then snaps off a fireball to Blades. "Acceptable tactics, if futile."

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> strikes Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> with his Electric Fireballs attack!

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "Brawl, I will take on Broadside, I have no equal in melee, the rest of you take down the others."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "Yessir!"

Sky Lynx has arrived.

Triggerhappy finally returns to his senses--on top of a very angry Brawl. Being in close quarters with an Angry Brawl is not a good thing. He doesn't need Blowpipe to tell him that. He quickly scurries away from the larger mech, not wishing to vex him further, though he does get defensive and somewhat sarcastic. "H-hey! Don't be stupid, Brawl! I didn't throw -myself- at you....oh wait, I forgot. Stupid is part of your programming!"

Blowpipe is getting impatient, though. "Fool, stop bantering with your allies and start shooting Autobots. There--that medic is attempting to repair Broadside. Stop him!" The Nebulon points out, referring to First Aid. Hmm, maybe Blades was sort of right, earlier....

"Oh--right! Ha!" Triggerhappy lifts Blowpipe, leveling him at First Aid before firing the Targetmaster weapon at the medic!

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> strikes First Aid with his Compressed-Air Cannon attack!

The space shuttle lies still for a few moments as Blades' photon attack still courses through his systems. When the blindness seems to have subsided, he radios Brawl but receives no direct answer. What IS that idiot doing? he thinks to himself. Despite his feigned indifference to his teammates most of the time, the Combaticon space shuttle does actually try to keep an optic out for them. Especially Brawl... who sometimes... needs guidance. Transforming to robot mode, he makes his way to Brawl. <<"Brawl! How are you doing?">> As he approaches his fellow Combaticon, he catches the last of Broadside's attack. Optics flash as he creeps up closer. Does that Autofool think he can just walk away from attacking his teammate? And now he expects to get repaired? "Broadside, I hope you realize that if you take on ONE Combaticon, you take all ALL of us." -and fires at where the Autobot is being repaired by First Aid.

Blast Off shifts into his battle-ready robot mode.

Combat: Blast Off strikes Broadside with his Revenge (Laser) attack!

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Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> essentially gets electrocuted, which nearly undoes First Aid's repairs, and leaves Blades wobbling in the air. Then /Triggerhappy/ starts going after First Aid, and Blades had had it. To the Pit with Air Defense! He hovers up and up and until he's relatively above Triggerhappy. Then Blades transforms and tries to land on Triggerhappy to punch the slag out of the jet. "Slag off, you greasestain!"

Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> transforms into his Blades mode.

Combat: Blades sets his defense level to Fearless.

Combat: Blades misses Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> with his (Punch) attack!

Of First Aid's patients so far, Broadside is by far the most damaged. Not only did the sonic energy rip through his armour, but it did a real number on his internals as well. There's energon leaks and power fluctuations all over his body. After telling Broadside to stay where he is over the Autobot radio broadband, Aid moves around him and opens up a panel. Broken fuel lines and sparking circuitry greets him. "Yikes... how are you even still functional?" he asks rhetorically before shoving in an auto-sealer valve.

The valve splits off into five, each latching onto a severed fuel line and stopping the flow of energon. With his power levels properly regulated, even the sparking dies down. "There! Go get 'em, Broadside. I've done everything I can for y-" Ka-pow! Blowpipe fires a blast of air at him, and First Aid knocked clear off the convoy tank and onto the ground below. Then a split-second later, the mech he was operating on gets shot again. It is a good metaphor for war. On the plus side, Aid is no longer in Triggerhappy's line of sight.

Combat: First Aid quickly recalibrates Broadside's internal systems.

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "Blast Off... nnng. I think I feel bad. Why do I -- oh yeah. I probably shouldn't be spraying energon out like that."

<Decepticon> Blast Off says, "..... No, most likely not. Can you move around and function properly?"

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "I can shoot things, that's all that matters!"

<Decepticon> Blast Off says, "(would roll optics but you can't hear that) Indeed."

Broadside thuds to one knee as First Aid works his magic, leering across the battlefield. It may as well be magic for all he knows of the profession! He remains stone-still. That is until Triggerhappy fires on the sweet, adorable medic. Blast Off lands a decent shot to his shoulder, but this behemoth is not out just yet. He rises to his feet with a rumble and lifts his axe high over his head to rip down with a tremendous vertical slash. "RRRAAAHHH!"

Combat: Broadside strikes Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> with his Vibro-Ax attack!

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Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> gazes at the others, all fighting Broadside all at once. "I have been distracted for too long." Smoke trails behind him as he circumvents Broadside to ensure he is seen. "My place is here, my fight is here!" Electricity and smoke trail behind him as he moves in on the stout warrior. "Your stamina is great, but no matter, it cannot withstand the Master of Metallikato!" He lunges past Broadside, the blade flickering motion. Instinctively, he flicks energon from the blade as he stands, his back to the great warrior. But is it Broadside's energon or Impactor's?

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> strikes Broadside with his Monomolecular Edge Katana attack! [Pulled -2]

<<Blast Off... nnng. I think I feel bad. Why do I -- oh yeah. I probably shouldn't be spraying energon out like that,>> Brawl replies to Blast Off. He staggers up to his feet, recovering his gun from the ground. When asked if he's still able to move, his response is simply, <<I can shoot things, that's all that matters!>>

The Combaticon tank trains his weapon on First Aid -- after all, you kill the healer first, so the rest of the party falls --


 * click* *click* Nothing.

Brawl stares down the barrel of his own gun. "OH COME ON! STUPID GUN! WHY DON'T YOU SHOOT SO--" A tiny charge of energy fires from the barrel, knocking Brawl right in the head. He falls over, dizzy and angry but otherwise unharmed. That is one THICK skull.

Combat: Brawl takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "... I shot myself in the face."

<Decepticon> Scorn says, "Somehow that doesn't sound surprising."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "STUPID GUN. I HATE YOU."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "... Wait, I'm sorry gun, I don't hate you."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "Let's kill things, gun."

<Decepticon> Blast Off says, "*sigh*"

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "*pants heavily but totally not in an obscene phone call way*"

Blast Off looks over at Brawl and sees that he is at least feeling well enough to be.... well, Brawl. Bludgeon now has Broadside's attention, so the shuttleformer looks around for his next target. Ah, Blades! Unsuccessfully attacking Triggerhappy- how amusing! And- unfinished business. Blast Off thinks to himself: take out the air support... that seems right. He transforms back to shuttle mode and pursues his prey, striking as he arcs close to the Protectobot.

With a disdainful shrug, Blast Off transforms into a space shuttle.

Combat: Space Shuttle <Blast Off> strikes Blades with his Finishing Up (Laser) attack!

Triggerhappy chuckles when he sees Blades coming his way and shouting angrily. So....that's how you pressed Blades' buttons, was it? He's all too found of his pacifist friend. "You just HAD to shout and gives yourself away, didn't you?" the Targetmaster laughs as he jumps out of the way and Blades' punch just sails through empty air.

...but apparently, that was how you pressed Broadside's buttons, too. Unfortunately for Triggerhappy, the much larger Wrecker doesn't miss, his melee weapon slashing the Targetmaster and slicing off his lower right arm. Energon spurts everywhere as the limb falls to the ground with a clatter.

The Targetmaster transforms again, a natural attempt to stem the leak, though it is still flowing quite freely. But this psychotic Decepticon remains undaunted, despite the pain and missing limb. That's the thing about Triggerhappy. He might not be a very good shot, and he might damage his comrades as much as he damages his foes--but he's not one to be stopped by...well, things that would take the typical mech out of comission at least temporarily.

He actually doesn't attempt to retaliate against Broadside. In fact, he continues to pursue First Aid. Just...the way hurting that medic got his friends so riled up was oh so very amusing!

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> strikes First Aid with his Making your friends mad! (Ram) attack!

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Blades gets shot, right in the shoulder. He can FEEL his servos being fused by those evil x-rays. It's time to resort to something Blades doesn't like: his gun. With his own good arm, Blades pulls out his pistol to try to nail the Decepticons. Come on, morons, attack Blades and not the medic! Stop being /smart/!

Combat: Blades strikes Space Shuttle <Blast Off> with his WrathFul Flashlight Area attack!

Combat: Blades strikes Brawl with his WrathFul Flashlight Area attack!

Combat: Blades strikes Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> with his WrathFul Flashlight Area attack!

Combat: Cybertronian Turbo-Thrust Jet Fighter <Triggerhappy> falls to the ground, unconscious.

Combat: Blades strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his WrathFul Flashlight Area attack!

Combat: You took 2 damage.

Broadside shifts his focus to Bludgeon when the samurai makes himself known, a split second before the katana slices into his arm, severing the servos. "Agh!" The limb goes limp, energon coating his fractured, gunmetal gray armor. He wavers, slowly turning to face Bludgeon, then haphazardly transforms back into a jet. <<There's too many, we gotta' split soon, hate ta' say it!>> It's quite a task getting airborn again, energon trailing in his wake, though he ascends high enough to spot Triggerhappy being relentless. "A'ight ya' pipsqueak- PRIMUS!" Blades takes said mech DOWN. "...YEAH BLADES!" he cheers, then sets his sights back on Brawl, vulcan cannons spinning to release a barrage of bullets.

Broadside's massive armor shifts and folds into the form of a barnacle-encrusted F-111 Aardvark!

Combat: F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> strikes Brawl with his VULCANNN attack!

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "This is turning aside, Go then, I will cover you."

Impactor got a little caught up murdering gumbies, finally noticing what's going on around him... Swearing as he pulls a Seeker's head off, he marches back into the thick of things. "Autobots, rally on Blades and start pulling back!" King Wrecker transforms into tank mode, drill whirring to life. He roars towards Bludgeon- it's time for Bludgeon to get drilled. Really hard.

Combat: Impactor sets his defense level to Fearless.

Impactor transforms into his drill tank mode. Someone is going to die.

Combat: Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his Diamond-Tipped Drills attack!

First Aid gets off his butt and makes his way around the convoy tank, using it as cover. Despite his caution, he winds up walking right into Brawl's firing arc. "Oh shoot," First Aid says with a gasp, optics going wide. Just when he thinks it's all over for him, there's an audible ~click click~ that means that First Aid is going to live to repair another day. With a loud 'whew!' First Aid ducks back behind the tank again, hoping that when (not if) Brawl gets back up, he won't know quite where the Protectobot is.

While this may or may not work on Brawl, it sure doesn't against Triggerhappy! The mech homes in on First Aid in his jet mode, and the Protectobot turns to face him. He knows how this sort of thing works, and it's going to require precise timing to not get impaled on Triggerhappy's nosecone. Just before impact, Aid LUNGES to the side, arms outstretched. He almost makes it, but his leg is snagged and torn off from its socket. With his alt mode's trunk half-shattered, medical supplies go flying in all directions. Syringes, energizers, and emergency energon packs litter the ground now. Among that litter lays First Aid, missing a leg just below the knee.

Grunting, the doctor pulls himself forward, leaving a trail of energon behind him. He glances behind him as Blades guns down Decepticons like a goddamn champ, saving him from any further attacks from Triggerhappy. "Thanks, bro... lets see if I-" Aid's arms slide into his body, "-can return-" Aid's legs--such as they are--fold over onto his back as his decrystallizer appears. "The favour!" His double barreled gun aims upwards as he cuts loose.

First Aid folds down into Ambulance mode.

Combat: Ambulance <First Aid> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Combat: Ambulance <First Aid> strikes Space Shuttle <Blast Off> with his Decrystallizer Cannon attack!

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Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> humphs in self-appeasement. The guy should get a room! He turns about in a measured step, catching Blades pistol shot in the arm. Another fleck of armor comes off, the shell hinting at structural damage, but still good for wear. He raises his cannon, <<This is turning aside, Go then, I will cover you.>> Electric fire boils and bubbles as he takes aim at Broadside's flank. Impactor roars forward, catching the Pretender's notice. Diamond drills glance off of his legs, causing the samurai to hiss in contempt. The strike has actually penetrated that part of his shell, revealing the secondary armor and joints beneath. "Enough... Yes, retreat. Retreat Wrecker, and know that we hold the field here. You are beaten." Several fireballs fire out in an arc towards Broadside's strategic weaknesses, a classic Bludgeon tactic. "And your stalwart ally needs more assistance than you can muster."

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> strikes F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> with his Electric Fireballs attack!

Combat: You are running low on energon!

Brawl tries to strangle his own gun as he stands. "STUPID GUN! HOW DARE YOU SHOOT ME IN THE FACE!" Of course this doesn't work so well because it's a gun. The domestic dispute between Brawl and his weapons is put to a hault as Blades' flashlight nails him in the head, and shortly after, Broadside's vulcans explode the ground around him, sending him flying and landing on the ground in a heap.

Energon pooling around him, trembling, his engines sputtering with noises that sound like a nail trapped in a squirrelcage fan, he manages to pull himself to his feet, and looks at his gun.

"I'm so sorry gun. It's just that sometimes, Brawl gets scared. We'll shoot things together again, I promise."

Still moving despite his massive injuries, half his insides hanging out of a broken torso, his t-cog visibly spinning in front of Primus and everyone, his right arm hamburger and his left foot missing, he shuffles towards Triggerhappy, grabbing at the downed mech and trying to drag him away as he limps to safety behind the convoy.

Combat: Brawl begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Leopard 2A6M <Blitzwing>, Blades, F-111 Aardvark <Broadside>, Space Shuttle <Blast Off>, Ambulance <First Aid>, Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor>, and Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon>

Triggerhappy is messed up. Well, he was always messed up in the processor, but right now his physical body is just as messed up as his psychological state. Broadside's attack had done most of the damage by relieving him of a limb, but Blades' photon pistol does him in for good, slamming right into his engines from the rear even as he rips half of First Aid's leg off. The jet's afterburners explode into flame, and he falls to the ground with a crash where he remains motionless, his body a blazing heap.

<Decepticon> Blitzwing says, "Good evening, jerks."

<Decepticon> Brawl grunts, pained.

<Decepticon> Aerospace Lt. Triggerhappy says, "*static, lots of static*"

<Decepticon> The Juggernaut says, "What's so good about it?"

<Decepticon> Blitzwing says, "I'm me, and you're not."

<Decepticon> The Juggernaut says, "Ha, good one propellor head."

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "*deep breath* Blitzwing.  If you are on Cybertron, the Combaticons require evacuation.  If there is room, Triggerhappy also requires evac, unless you have more important cargo such as dioramas or models."

<Decepticon> Blitzwing beams. "I thought so."

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "Stupid TriggerhappY!"

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "He got in my way!"

<Decepticon> Blitzwing says, "That sounded rhetorical, Bludgeon."

<Decepticon> Blitzwing says, "Don't you have some kind of ninja vanish trick up your sleeve?"

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "I do not require assistance. They do."

<Decepticon> Blitzwing says, "That's up for debate, but I digress."

<Decepticon> Blitzwing says, "Now where's this pillow fight you mentioned?"

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "Istoral Chasm, in the deep depths"

Space Shuttle <Blast Off> doesn't have a lot of time to gloat- Blades suddenly whips around and strikes at him- and connects again?!? This Autobot is either skilled or very lucky. Sensors sizzle again as he feels the impact of the blast. However, it's not as bad this time as the last and the shuttle is able to stay airborne. "You'll have to try harde-" and then First Aid strikes! "AHHHHHHHH!" The shuttle is hit hard this time as the Medic's attack damages one of his cannons with a Crack and slices through his newly-upgraded heat shields, damaging his armor. He struggles to stay airborne now. Looking below, he spots Brawl dragging Triggerhappy off the battlefield. With Brawl off the field, he can concentrate on attempting a counerattack. The most obvious attack is the surpising source of that latest assault- First Aid. Blast Off had underestimated the Protectobot- being merely a weak Medic, after all. Not again!

Combat: Space Shuttle <Blast Off> sets his defense level to Protected.

Combat: Space Shuttle <Blast Off> strikes Ambulance <First Aid> with his Medical Emergency- For YOU (Laser) attack!

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<Decepticon> Blitzwing says, "Good thing I've got my pillows with me. I'll be there quicker than you can get ready for Halloween, Skeletor."

Blades looks left and right and then kisses his photon pistol before putting it away. Firearms may be cowardly, but seeing a Decepticon go up in flames is always a core-warming sight. Of course... First Aid is doing a none-too-shabby job in gunning down Blast off, so far, Impactor is back in the game, and Broadside has successfully scared off Brawl. Blades is impressed - he thought Brawl was too dumb to run away, Broadside must be /terrifying/.

Then Blades has to pull his laser back out because Blast Off is... still being a pain. "Don't you Decepticreeps ever give up!?"

Combat: Blades misses Space Shuttle <Blast Off> with his Photon Pistol attack!

F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> gets electra-fire balled. This produces a howl of pain, so blinding that he misses Brawl's retreat. Something he would've taken great delight in. He shifts his optical sensors to Bludgeon and summons the very last ounce of his energy to fire a simple laser in his direction. <<F-frag, sorry guys, I'ma' tailspin if I keep this up. Duckin' out!>>

Combat: F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his Laser attack!

Combat: You took 3 damage.

Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> does his best to position himselfsomewhat between the Autobots and Bludgeon's forces. "For all the talking you do, Pretender, you ain't knocked me down yet." Multiple laser batteries activate. "Broadside, get out of here. First Aid, see to 'em. Me, I came to wreck and chew energum." He opens fire on the Cons.

"Hell with it, they know how it goes."

Combat: Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> misses Space Shuttle <Blast Off> with his PEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEW PEWPEWPEWPEWPEW (Full-Auto) Area attack!

Combat: Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> strikes Brawl with his PEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEW PEWPEWPEWPEWPEW (Full-Auto) Area attack!

Combat: Brawl falls to the ground, unconscious.

Combat: Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his PEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEW PEWPEWPEWPEWPEW (Full-Auto) Area attack!

Combat: You took 3 damage.

<Decepticon> Brawl says, "HURK--!"

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "Blitzwing, please increase your arrival speed. Brawl just got shot in the back."

<Decepticon> Blitzwing says, "Maybe he shouldn't turn his back on the enemy? Or do we not teach that in grunt school anymore?"

Ambulance <First Aid> isn't going anywhere. His lower right leg includes one of his wheels, so the best he could hope for would be to drag himself around, and that would be too sad to even contemplate. He scores a direct hit on Blast Off, but the Combaticon shows he's made of sterner stuff by sticking around. Worse, he retaliates with a powerful blast. The ambulance's windows all shatter instantly and his remaining three tires blow out, leaving the Protectobot resting on his rims. He ain't going no-where with no wheels and no leg. But he's still got his gun. "You know what they say about 'better part of valour', right Blast Off?" First Aid says through a gritted vocalizer. He's trying his best not to let the damage leak through into his voice as he'd rather Blast Off flee than continue the fight.

Combat: Ambulance <First Aid> strikes Space Shuttle <Blast Off> with his Ground Control To Major Tom--You're Breaking Up (Laser) attack!

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "nevertheless"

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Blitzwing takes to the skies as a MiG-25PD Foxbat-E jet.

Vortex enters from the staircase area.

Vortex has arrived.

Black Hawk Helicopter <Vortex> transforms into his Vortex mode.

Combat: Vortex sets his defense level to Protected.

Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> scowls at the Autobots left standing, their weaponry doing more light damage to him. He rasps, trying to gather himself. His eyes light on Broadside. The sheer logistics needed to evac him would be all he needed to ensure the Decepticons would retreat properly. He raises a hand to shield himself from Impactor's rain of fire. He pauses when Impactor makes his remarks. It was decided. The fight will continue, for now. He takes a moment, measuring Impactor, and assesses himself. "This is the moment in which I grow *stronger*" He clenches a fist, resettling himself despite the laser fire

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]


 * KA-THOOM!* A sonic boom thunders through the sky, created by an incoming MiG traveling at nearly Mach 2. The jet descends and rapidly closes the distance to the skirmish in the trench, kicking up a rooster tail of debris from its proximity to the ground. "The waaaaaambulance is here!"

Brawl was carrying Triggerhappy until he got shot in the back by Impactor. Because that's what brave, heroic Autobots do best. Shoot the retreating wounded.

Now Brawl is sort of just laying there.

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The Decepticads called in their Crybaby support, and the Autobots called in Sky Lynx. The Lieutenant Commander is in his shuttle form, engines burning so hot they're leaving a trail of literal burnt sky in his wake. "Hahah! Told you it would be swift! Fear not, my brethren, Sky Lynx is here. The battle is as good as won, I assure you."

He scans the area to identify the location of friendlies and identify the state of the opposing force... Wait, is that... Blitzwing? He transforms, dropping down to the ground and slamming his tail in a nice, aggressive warning. <<Autobots...load up.>> His optical visor flashes, locked on Blitzwing all the while. "He's back... Hmm. A fight for another day."

Just as Blast Off arcs around for another attack, the Protectobot Medic unleashes yet another, surprisingly powerful one. This attacks sears through the Combaticon's entire side, destroying even more of his Heat Shields and armor. All that beautiful new armor.... obtained through deals with Swindle, faceoffs with Sky Lynx.... the work had been hard and the upgrade felt so deserved. And now this revolting Medic was defacing it. The shuttleformer wanted to retaliate but his sensors screamed in unision with his voice and he had to turn away, fighting to keep control as tiles fell off his shields. He flies down, transforming to robot mode and landing with a heavy thud in the direction Brawl had been going.

Combat: Space Shuttle <Blast Off> takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> zooms on out, because he is very nearly dead. Or KO'd, because 'bots don't die. :(

Combat: F-111 Aardvark <Broadside> begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from MiG-25PD "Foxbat-E" <Blitzwing> and Space Shuttle <Blast Off>

<Decepticon> Snowblind says, "Mmm. Medical support in combat seems to be increasing in necessity."

Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> rolls forward towards Bludgeon. "Autobots, make for Sky Lynx! Time to go home!" His primary cannon hums to life, firing multiple blasts at Bludgeon and any rallying 'Con gumby types. The Wrecker assumes his role as bullet shield to soak up some cover for Broadside and the rest of the Prowrecktobots.

Combat: Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> sets his defense level to Guarded.

Combat: Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his Main Cannon attack!

Combat: You took 7 damage.

Combat: Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor>'s attack has damaged your Velocity!

Blades transforms again, because Blast Off just won't go down. It's kind of embarassing that two Protectobots can't handle one Combaticon, but that's how it goes. He hovers on up, though his trusty if ill-favoured rockets will fly higher than he does!

Then Impactor calls the retreat. Impactor? What?

Blades is confused. He'll get back to Impactor in a moment.

Blades transforms into his Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> mode.

<Decepticon> Blitzwing says, "Medical support is going to be necessary AT HOME. Don't even think about heading over here."

Combat: Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> strikes Space Shuttle <Blast Off> with his Armor-Piercing Smart Rocket attack! [Pulled -1]

<Decepticon> Harrow says, "Ugh."

<Decepticon> Snowblind says, "I have no intention of it."

<Decepticon> Snowblind says, "It seems a useful skill to acquire."

<Decepticon> Blitzwing says, "If you're worried about job security, sure."

<Decepticon> Bludgeon says, "an army runs on its tank as much as its own legs."

<Decepticon> Snowblind says, "I have a primary function."

<Decepticon> Harrow says, "Snowblind, help me with triage."

<Decepticon> Snowblind says, "I wish to acquire greater usefulness to the cause. -- Yes, Madam Harrow."

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<Decepticon> Harrow says, "Because I DON'T have any FRAGGING assistants ANYMORE."

<Decepticon> Snowblind says, "I exist to serve, Madam Harrow."

<Decepticon> Harrow says, "..."

<Decepticon> Scorn snorts, "Madam?"

<Decepticon> Harrow says, "Shut up!"

<Decepticon> Snowblind says, "I will require minor diagnostics of my neural net as well. Are you equipped for such scans?"

<Decepticon> Scorn says, "Oh come now, don't be like that 'Madam' Harrow~."

<Decepticon> Harrow says, "I am equipped for EVERYTHING."

<Decepticon> Harrow says, "I'LL KILL YOU."

Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> growls as damage starts to mount higher on his form. Sparks fly from his hip joint, the shell breaking there as well. He took the cannon shot well, but even a master of combat can get overwhelmed. Sly Lynx and Blitzwing both appear in congruence. "So the rear guard meets the rear guard." He humphs approvingly, "Only your side doesn't seem to be leaving. Let's see if I can't help them along." His eyes narrow at Sky Lynx before he raises his turret shoulder towards the Protectobots. More fire, more electricity! The several balls of fire, link with chain lightning as they explode all throughout the area. "BURN."

<Decepticon> Scorn just chuckles softly.

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> strikes Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> with his Electric Fireballs Area attack!

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> strikes Ambulance <First Aid> with his Electric Fireballs Area attack!

<Decepticon> Snowblind says, "Very well. I wish to ascertain that the firewall of my emotional subroutine remains in check."

<Decepticon> Harrow says, "...You must have some PASSION, SNOWBLIND."

<Decepticon> Snowblind says, "Passion is irrational."

<Decepticon> Snowblind says, "I have already removed the connections."

MiG-25PD "Foxbat-E" <Blitzwing> touches down, screeching for a couple hundred yards before coming to a halt, running over Brawl in the process. The jet transforms, taking the shape of a rather abusive anarchist robot. Blitzwing scans the area, looking for all the whiners that were crying over the radio. Where is that tank guy? Where... is... that... !! Blitzwing realizes he's standing in something. Or someone. "Whoops." He gives Brawl a little nudge with his boot. "Well, that's one. Now, where are the others?" Blitzwing surveys the terrain, counting dead or near-dead Decepticons on his fingers like a kindergarten teacher keeping track of her students on a field trip to Disney. "Hustle up, you clowns!"

<Decepticon> Harrow says, "Where do we pick up these people."

Blitzwing transforms into his robot mode.

<Decepticon> Snowblind says, "Shadowplay is preferable to treason, Madam Harrow."

<Decepticon> Scorn says, "I'm pretty sure they come to us."

<Decepticon> Contrail says, "Snowblind, if you want a Shockwave fan to scan your core for appropriately Shockwave-y thoughts, I suggest Buzzkill."

Brawl, fortunately, wipes off easily from one's boots. And he doesn't even smell bad. Or come in paper bags it on fire, left on your front porch.

<Decepticon> Snowblind says, "I do not understand."

<Decepticon> Shockwave says, "Neural reconstruction is not to be taken lightly. The likelihood of total brain module failure is high."

<Decepticon> Snowblind says, "Thusly it required me six months to complete the partition."

Space Shuttle <Blast Off> had just landed when Blades attacks him while he's down. The Combaticon goes flying, smoke now coming up from fried circuits in the cracks and tears of his metal skin. His recent upgrade has had an effect- no more one-shot KOs this time, but the shuttle is barely clinging to conciousness now. He uses the last of his energy to scramble back into the sky and retreat towards Blitzwing, trying not to let the static in his optics interfere with his escape.

Combat: Space Shuttle <Blast Off> begins retreating, outrunning all pursuit.

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<Decepticon> Snowblind says, "The report is appropriately filed, Warlord Shockwave."

Ambulance <First Aid> shifts into robot mode even as fireballs with electricity shoots through his system. The Protectobot's systems aren't well geared to handle things like this, and he struggles to keep control. Reaching desperately, First Aid manages to grab onto a steel beam from the convoy tank that has long since been annihilated in the crossfire. Using it as a makeshift crutch, he hobbles towards Sky Lynx.

Ambulance <First Aid> flips up into robot mode.

The standard cost to upgrade a stat from 46 to 58 is 32 AP (TACS).

Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> picks up the pace as Bludgeon unleashes on the Autobots behind him. "Alright, time to wrap this up!" Drills. Tank. Speed. BEST EQUATION EVER.

Combat: Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> sets his defense level to Fearless.

Combat: Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Sky Lynx keeps a wary eye on Blitzwing, but so long as shots are not thrown his way, he's fine just getting loaded up. <<Let me know when everyone is loaded up. I have my optics on Blitzwing.>> He gives everyone a daunting look. "I warn you all, Decepticons! Shoot my forces and I will rend you like the petty fools you are." He moves to meet First Aid halfway, chuffing a nice bit of warning fire. "Come on now, First Aid, I still need you in one piece to hand out an award..."

"Oh no, he shot me in the guns!" Blades explains, and indeed, it is true, as his systems angrily tell him that his firepower has been damaged by those electric fireballs - how do electric fireballs even work, anyway? Is this something off the cover of a metal album? There's already a skeleton...

The Decepticons still won't go away. Impactor wants a retreat. Broadside is probably dying in a ditch somewhere, and Blades is pretty sure he should feel bad about that. The helicopter goes looking for Broadside and lowers a RESCUE HOOK in case he actually does Broadside, so that he can carry him off to Sky Lynx.

The Global Pose Tracker marks that Bell UH-1V Iroquois <Blades> has 'skipped' his action for this round.

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Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> crosses his arms as he looks at Sky Lynx. "I will let you remove your forces, as ours are being removed as well. But let it be known that this day, we have won. And when next you harry our forces here, they will experience the same fate." He raises his hand, grasping at the air. "If you seek to dispute me then come at me, I doubt those who you carry will survive, so this choice is yours." He adds after a moment, smoke rising up about him.

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Blitzwing waves Blast Off toward him and away from the field of battle like a semaphore. Once the 'copter passes, he unholsters his rifle and waves the tip at Blades. "Ah ah ah, senorita." After the Protectobot turns and retreats, Blitzwing reaches over and grabs whatever's left of Brawl, tossing the hulk easily over his shoulder. "Anyone else?", he calls out to no one in particular. I suppose if they're dead, they would be loathe to response anyway. Shoulder his rifle, Blitzwing casts a glare over to Sky Lynx. Certain he's being watched by the draconian Autobot, Blitzwing stabs his nose with his thumb and blows a raspberry trumpet in Sky Lynx's direction. "Get bent, Spyro."

"DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?" Impactor's massive drilltank form is upon Bludgeon, who maybe didn't notice due to the excessive monologuing. Diamond tipped drills bore down on the samurai, ready to dig him out of his armor! "Primus, I almost offed myself on the way over, I'm so tired of hearing you run your damn mouth!"

Combat: Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his You Know The Drill attack!

Combat: You took 14 damage.

Combat: Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor>'s attack has damaged your Strength!

Sky Lynx levels his gaze at Bludgeon. "And risk my own? Never. Claiming a sham victory is not worth that." He holds until the notification goes through. <<Impactor, how are we looking? Is everyone on-board?>> He starts winding up his engines. Wait, did he just get called Spyro? Sky Lynx turns his optics from Bludgeon to Blitzwing and smirks faintly. "Don't be jealous you can't look as good as me." Ooh, there's Impactor...making all sorts of fun happen. "Don't you move, Blitzwing. Pull your forces out and I shall do the same. Move on mine, and I will end you."

Fortress Maximus has partially HIDDEN-disconnected.

First Aid looks up at Sky Lynx wearily, using both hands to work his crutch as best he can. "Sure," he says. The fire is nice, but what First Aid could really use is another leg. Also the news that the fake convoy was, in of itself, a fake, meaning it was real! Meaning this entire mission was worthwhile. Aid moves around to put Lynx between him and the Decepticons, peeking out from behind Sky Lynx's hind legs.

Blitzwing remembers not to forget Triggerhappy. And that Blast Off is a smaller version of Astrotrain.

Drills dig into the Pretender shell, enough that the Con within gets the wound as well. He growls, the drills stuck in him. Yet he raises his blade again. "Ahh, there it is, the hate, the contempt finally. See me, Warrior!" He brings the blade down, well intent to impale Impactor all the way through, "And know DEATH!"

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> strikes Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> with his Monomolecular Edge Katana attack!

Combat: You are running low on energon!

Cybertronian Drilltank <Impactor> transforms, Bludgeon's sword run through his midsection. There's a long pause. Impactor looks at Bludgeon, and then looks down at the sword, energon squrting like it was the third act of Seven Samurai. He looks back at Bludgeon again. He grins. And that's when the face punching starts.

Impactor transforms into his robot mode. Someone is going to die.

Combat: Impactor strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his Punch attack!

Combat: You took 5 damage.

Combat: Impactor's attack has damaged your Accuracy!

Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> reels from the strike, his blade lands clean, piercing into the ground. He measures himself then strikes back, an equally powerful blow at Impactor's face. He must be a Doublespy, because this is a....

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> strikes Impactor with his Counter Punch! (Punch) attack!

Combat: You are running low on energon!

Sky Lynx shuffles faintly to give First Aid as much as shield as the medic-bot needs. "I do believe that, if things do not go well, you may be patching Impactor up." He chuckles softly. "Of course, I would have to let that happen..."

Impactor keeps his hands up, defending against Bludgeon's series of counters, starting to slow from energon loss. Neither of them are talking at this point. Small victory for Impactor, at least. He feints a hook with his fist, hoping to catch Bludgeon's chin with a harpoon enhanced uppercut!

Combat: Impactor sets his defense level to Fearless.

Combat: Impactor strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his Harpoon attack!

Combat: You took 7 damage.

Combat: Impactor's attack has damaged your Accuracy!

Blitzwing laughs. "Trust me, only a momma could appreciate an ugly mug like yours. Jealousy won't be a problem." Carrying Brawl over to the next flame pile of crap that used to be a Decepticon, Blitzwing draws his scimitar and makes himself a Triggerhappy-on-a-stick. Lifting the Targetmaster up, he wipes the mess off on to Brawl and carries the two of them away, pantomiming fear like he's in the middle of a Scooby-Doo episode. "OoooOOOoooOOO! Maybe some other time, Big Bird." Walking away, Blitzwing strolls by Bludgeon VS Impactor, and lets out an obnoxious sigh. "Would you two love birds speed this up already? I'm missing Game of Thrones. IT IS THE SEASON FINALE"

Combat: Temporarily restricting the NO-ARMOR effect from all of your attacks.

Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> catches the blow again, right in the chops. His face tears open, revealing the workings inside. He's in a bad spot for sure. Bludgeon actually struggles against removing the harpoon, grunting in protest. His hands come up to the weapon, and pull himself off of it. With a pant of effort, he strikes again, a bell-ringing strike to Impactor's temple!

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> strikes Impactor with his Punch attack!

Sky Lynx says, "Pah, please, Blitzwing... You're the one going through an identity crisis. What are you, anyway? I know what I am...beyond absolute magnificence, of course. You're easy prey, Blitzwing...if I did not have other, more important things to do, I would show you that much.""

You know that one bullet time moment per episode of TF:Prime? Bludgeon punching the hell out of Impactor right here is it. The Wrecker staggers backwards, reeling, side of his helmet good and smashed in... He takes a moment, scowling hate daggers at Bludgeon, to push his jaw back into place. "Can't help but notice you're a little quieter than usual, Decepticon. You wearing out?" He gestures for Bludgeon to resume, circling the Pretender.

Combat: Impactor takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

"Try not to move," First Aid tells Sky Lynx. Normally when he tells another mech this, it's because he's trying to operate on them. Now it's because he's trying to operate on *himself*, and he needs Sky Lynx's leg to lean against while he tries to close off all the valves and cables that were severed when Triggerhappy took off his leg.

Combat: First Aid quickly recalibrates his internal systems.

Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> pants, indeed winded. There WAS something to say, and yet.... "Everything we can say here is more eloquent than with mere words." He retrieves his weapon, slouched forward, sparking, but not leaking much, except where the canny observer may notice his actual form being punctured. He measures Impactor, then hefts the blade again, waiting for that moment, that last moment.

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Blitzwing continues the semi-friendly banter as he spectates the Wrecker and the Pretender going at it. Out of one side of his mouth, to Sky Lynx, he chuckles. "Seriously, if you know what you are, Sky Lynx, PLEASE do everyone a favor and let us know. I don't know whether to use a lizard scale, a bird feather, or a cat claw for my voodoo doll."

Impactor finds his moment. He smirks, and shoots Bludgeon with his shoulder cannon. "Damn, you know, there you go. You gotta start talking and just ruin it again." Glancing back to Sky Lynx, he calls out, "we packed up, Lynx?"

Combat: Impactor strikes Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> with his Shoulder Cannon attack!

Combat: You took 8 damage.

Combat: Impactor's attack has damaged your Strength!

Sky Lynx remains motionless as First Aid does his work. "Hah, I am Sky Lynx, Blitzwing! There is nothing more beyond that which needs be known." He swivels his head to look down at First Aid. "How are you holding up, do you ned anything more?" He looks up towards Impactor. "Yes! First Aid and I are waiting on you, I believe."

Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> ...laughs? The haunting tone, rasping and bloodied may be the creepiest thing he can do. The Shoulder Cannon takes him again, his true face appearing behind the shell. A mere tankcon, a small one at that, but with courage and determination renowned. The deft blade raises one last time. The audible sharpness of it collides with the electricity about it. He moves in one sweeping motion, the blade catching in the light several times, as if in strobe fashion as he moves to decapitate Impactor!

Combat: Skull-Faced Samurai Warrior <Bludgeon> strikes Impactor with his One Final Slice! attack!

Combat: You are running low on energon!

With that, the energon finally starts to drain from his form, He growls in frustration as he moves to right himself, but alas his joints simply don't respond. An energy helix whirls about his pretender shell, revealing the true form of the Master of Metallikato

A helix of digital framework surrounds him, as the bot within appears, Bludgeon has shed his exterior nonsense for his true form.

Blitzwing whistles, "Aaaaaand that, kiddies, is why I'm not an Autobot." Blitzwing shrugs his shoulder, tossing Triggerhappy and Brawl to the ground, then takes a seat on the ground. He begins to fumble around in subspace for that six pack of ener-beer he stole from Maccadam's awhile back. Aside to an unconcious Brawl, "Be a dear and nuke some popcorn, wouldja?"

Impactor stops walking as Bludgeon's blade slams into his neck. Impactor closes his eyes for a moment. It hurts- it hurts like hell, but Bludgeon isn't the first Decepticon to try and cut Impactor's head off. The armor has been reinforced for a few cycles now. "You should have walked away, Decepticon. Gave you...a chance. To walk." He reaches up, pulling the sword out of his neck, and turning to face Bludgeon, surprised at the runty Con's armorless face.

Combat: Impactor takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Combat: Impactor is size 7, a lot larger than you.

Bludgeon pulls himself to his feet, shaking. He manages it through sheer strength of will. The twin drills pierced his sides, and went clean through. His visor is smashed, his face contorted in pain. The blade too quickly digidestructs as it is pulled free. He raises his chin in defiance, "Neither of us...could walk away." He stands tall, no more than the height of Bumblebee. He vents his excess outtake, gathering himself for the end. He faces it proudly, as a Warrior must.

Combat: Bludgeon takes extra time to steady himself. [Pass]

Blitzwing! as he finally finds that six pack in his personal sub space pocket. Pulling out a cold brew, the triplechanger twists the bottle cap off the ener-beer and takes a swing of the stuff. Chugging it down, Blitzwing throws the bottle cap at the combatants in mock protest. "THIS MILLENIUM YOU TWO"

Blitzwing always ruins the moment.

Impactor looks Bludgeon over a few times. He smirks. And then he walks away. "Sky Lynx, let's head home. This sad little midget needs to pick his body parts up." He shakes his head, chuckling. "All the bone faces in the world aren't gonna make a mini con a Decepticon. Slag, I almost feel bad. I feel like I just shot Bumper to death or something." He thumps First Aid on the back. "Up the ramp, doc."

Sky Lynx lets out a soft grunt as it seems the last of the holdouts are boarding. "Welcome aboard, Autobots. Please find a spot to strap in, the flight may get rough, though not due to my own actions." His optical visor fixates on Blitzwing again. "Next time, I will take your arrogance and beat you with it. Rest assured."

First Aid grunts as Impactor thumps him on the back. Without a leg his balance isn't all there, and so he shoots the Wrecker leader an annoyed look before hobbling up into Sky Lynx after Impactor.

Broadside vanishes out of reality.

Broadside has left.

Bludgeon bellows, "Wrecker!" He raises his tank turret towards Impactor. "Wrecker! I'm not dead yet! I still function!..Turn! Turn and face me!" He aims the weapon right at Impactor's back. "Wrecker! Wrecker, Turn!" His arm shakes, infuriated and yet restrained by his own code of honor. "Turn, TURN and face me, Impactor! You haven't beaten me! You haven't BEATEN ME!" His teeth clench, "FIGHT ME! FIGHT ME!" He screams in frustration, then.......turns his back on Sky Lynx. After a moment, he assesses himself, then heads over towards Blitzwing, his stride slow, but purposeful. As he approaches the giant heckling transport, he says finally "Let's go home."

Blitzwing spits mock-surprise at Sky Lynx. "Are you asking me out?" The triplechanger pffts and waves off the dumb dragon, rolling his optics. He returns to Bludgeon, grumbling in annoyance as he rocks himself up to his feet. "I want my money back." Blitzwing then dusts himself off, stretches, and yawns. "Well, kiddos, pack it up. Oh, wait. YOUR ALL DEAD HAHAHA-well, except for you, Skeletor. You need a lift, too?"

Bludgeon regards Blitzwing, "You're an afthole, you know that, right?"

Sky Lynx looks over his shoulder at Blitzwing, but nothing is said as he transforms, engines roaring to life so he can carry the Autobots out. "Alright, we are out of here. Non-stop flight to Autobot City..."

Sky Lynx transforms into an exquisitely designed transport shuttle.

Bludgeon nods wearily, "Yes...Yes I do. They fought well today, despite their...inconsistencies, there was courage shown. and THAT is all that matters."