Grand Thef Kazakstan

Transformers 2005 - Friday, January 02, 2004, 8:49 PM -

Repair Bay

This is the main repair bay for the Autobots. Several operating tables lie in a row here, and a long bench lines one wall. On the bench are assorted tools used in repairing damaged Transformers. Scattered throughout the room are various repair bots, awaiting the arrival of more wounded to repair. The room gives you the perception of being immaculately clean, with not a single tool out of place.

Contents: Moonracer DepthCharge Mute Twin Twist's Table  Med-Comm

Moonracer transmits a message via radio.

Moonracer receives a radio transmission.

Moonracer says something in low, fairly dry tones over her radio. From the teasing note, I WONDER who she could be talking to. Salt in wound? Ow. "Hi DepthCharge. I'm fully functional. You?"

DepthCharge nods, "I am doing well, thank you. What are you up to?"

Moonracer transmits a message via radio.

Moonracer receives a radio transmission.

Moonracer shakes her head, shooting off another radio message. "I'm ... talking to Powerglide. Quick. Change all the clocks up ten minutes." She grins mischeviously.

DepthCharge tilts his head and says, "Err.. if you say so Autobot Moonracer." DepthCharge looks up at the ceiling and says, "Teletran Two?"

An electronic voice chimes back, "Yes Medical Commanding Officer DepthCharge?"

DepthCharge says, "Please adjust all Autobot City Metroplex clocks forward 10 terran minutes."

The electronic voice chimes back, "Acknowledged. Request has been completed."

Moonracer nods, grins, "Thanks, DepthCharge..." She glances at one of the clocks. "He said he'd be here in five. Let's just call him a slowpoke, and tell him it's been fifteen..."

DepthCharge nods, looking a little worried. "Of course, Autobot Moonracer.." Wondering if playing around with Metro's clocks is going to cause any adverse effects. Nah. It is just the clocks. Not like they have altered the sensor log date times and other important internal functions.

Blaster enters the room from before.

Blaster enters the room from before. What's he looking for? Your everyday friendly tech gumbie or whoever. One of the basic communcation dishes is malfuncitoning and he needs and extra technician to help him out with one thing or another. Why'd he check the medbay, because they're either in hear fixing or are hurt. Because they're med/tech. They like getting hurt.

Moonracer nods, and hops onto a table, calling up some sort of saved game or something, to make it look as though she's been waiting for a while. "It'll take him a minute to figure it out..." She notes Blaster's presence with a grin, and a wave.

Powerglide enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north.

Powerglide has arrived.

DepthCharge nods to Moonracer, still looking a little worried. But hey, Teletran 2 should be able to fix up anything that goes wrong. Dc has faith in that big computer. The Aquabot, who doesn't like getting hurt, looks Blaster's way and offers him a polite nod. "Greetings Autobot Communications Expert Blaster." he emits, as usual.

Blaster nods slowly to Moonracer as he waves. "How ya' feelin'. Hope that nasty sweep didn't do too much to our great Moony, that'd be bad truly." Quickly his head shifts back towards DC. Autobot Communications Expert Blaster. Yes that's DC for hey you. Blaster gives a quick wave, once more. "Sup DC?"

Slag walks into the room from the lounge and looks at the gathered Autobots. The behemoth walks up to Moonracer and pokes her a bit "Me Slag see you feeling better. Maybe more careful next time. Call for help, dinobots awnser and smash."

Powerglide saunters on into the medical bay after getting very, very wise advice from Grimlock involving Moonracer bashing his brains in, and how this would be a very unfortunate thing. Regardless, the minibot's back in action, and immediately gives a huge wave to everyone. "Hello, hello, I have grand news for you all!" He announces loud. "I, the sultan of the skies, King of the clouds, ruler of roughhousing, and the Emperor of awesome, Powerglide, am here." He bows deep after giving his trademark speech.

Moonracer casually keeps a watch on the door, and as she sees Powerglide coming in, she lazily stretches as though she'd been sitting around for a while, "Took you long enough, slowpoke. See you in five? It's been twenty already. You must be gettin' old." She gives him a smirk.

DepthCharge just glances between Powerglide and Moonracer and decides to stay out of this. Instead he says to Blaster, "I'm well. Yourself? You appear to be carrying some communications equipment? Is it perhaps new stock that has come in from Cybertron?"

Powerglide clasps his hands together at his chest and looks hurt. "Ow, my pride is wounded!" he gasps, staggering around as if he had been shot. Where was he while this movie was being filmed? Snapping out of it, he grins at Moonracer and shrugs, "I would have been here sooner, but I was mobbed by a group of school children who all wanted my autograph." He waves to DC, the other Dinobot, and Blaster.

Mute makes a hologram of a yellow 'special' childrens bus behind Powerglide. Sitting as he is in one corner of the Medbay. Having went utterly unnoticed by all. But then he normally does that.

Blaster looks down at the wiring in his hand then back at DC. "New. Nah, just some stuff I'm trying to hook up. Hopefully it will stop the static we get during storms. Basic stuff, but need another set of hands to plug'em in." Once again he looks back at Moonracer with a grin, "Feeling any better Moon?"

Moonracer shakes her head, eh. Guess this one was pointless. "Hey DepthCharge? You can change it back-- Cap'n Oblivious was too busy signing autographs to notice the time." she smirks. "So...." and then glancing at Blaster with an innocent expression on her face. "Why of course. I'm feeling perfectly fine." She puts a finger to her lips.

DepthCharge ohs to Moonracer and just gives a nod. Let's see how to do this. Gotta do it right or there may be havoc. The Aquabot looks up at the ceiling and says, "Teletran Two?"

The Computer chimes back, "Yes Medical Staff Officer DepthCharge?"

DepthCharge takes a 'breath' and says, "I want you to readjust all clocks throughout Autobot city back 10 minutes. Whilst doing so I want you to edit all sensor log readings that were recorded from our last conversation up until this point back 10 minutes as well. Whilst his is done I need you to adjust system maintenance tasks of Autobot City so that any tasks that were started since our last conversation continue to function and do not re-activate until their next scheduled maintenance task. Which excludes a schedule that will fall within the next 5 minutes." DepthCharge draws another 'breath' and continues on. "All other timed processes that have been activated since our last conversation, I want to continue to be run, taking into account not their designated finishing time, but by estimating their overall run time from.. umm.." DepthCharge scratches his head.. "From the time they started, remembering to add 10 minutes to this start time. Understood?" The lights in the medbay all flicker as what appears to be a minor brown out occurs. Then everything returns to normal and a voice chimes across the repair bay, "Acknowledged. Requests have been completed."

Blaster ahs quietly himself, smirking towards Moon. Eventually he makes his way back to the corner of the room, in the direction of mute. "What's shakin' buddy?" Then DC starts rambling about who knows what. Blaster does his best to ignore it and just figures, well DC knows what he's doing. Worry not.

Powerglide doesn't see the special bus behind him because it's behind him, and Scrapper doesn't have eyes on the back of his head. Oh the shame. He grins and looks at DC and Moonracer. "Change what? Change what?" He asks, feeling like he's been left out of something or other. He stares at DC as he starts MOVING BACK TIME. "Errr.... what have I just walked into?" He asks, making note of where the emergency exits are.

Moonracer makes that mental note not to ask DC to do that again, since it really is pointless anyhow, and sounds like it's hellishly complicated to fix. She's actually staring at him for a full thirty seconds before turning back to Powerglide. "Nothing. Nevermind." she smiles brightly. "So. What're you doing on Earth?" Mute nods to Blaster, and notices Powerglide glancing at all the emergency exits he moves a holo over one so the picture of the mech running through it looks like Powerglide, only with a bigger head (more fitting the Bots personality). He grins at Blaster, and without affecting his holo, jumps up onto his guardians shoulder, taking his familiar seat there.

Powerglide thinks Mute must have been fooling around with his holograms for that Scrapper image to appear. Yes yes. The Constru-minibot takes a seat next to Moonracer, easing into the chair and getting all comfy. "I'm here on Earth 'cause this is where all the action seems to be! I swear, Moonracah, I think the Decepticons have spies out there to see where I am, then they base their entire campaigns on being where I /ain't/." Powerglide holds out his hands in the universal 'I have a camera' fashion. "I can see it now... Galvatron gets a report from Cyclonus that I've come to Cybertron... now he beats up Cyclonus 'cause he's evil... now Galvatron has to change all of his plans and come to Earth... now I can see all the Seekers sitting around telling each other horror stories involving me." It's around now that he spots the Powerglide-With-A-Big-Head run through. He smirks. "Now that's one fine lookin' Autobot over there," he quips.

The head gets a bit bigger...

Blaster smiles at Mute, like his parrot he just grins walking out of the corner back towards the other Bots. Shaking his head slowly, he falls back slowly leanning on his left heel. "Damn Powerglide, you're just too cool for this planet." Chuckeling he pats the minibot on the shoulder. "Glad you like Mutey's hologram. They're rad aren't they?"

Moonracer shakes her head, "You never change," she says, kicking back casually. Nope. She's not got a whole lot to do right now. Mmm. Tetris.

A random gumby walks through the repair bay, talking with a friend. He says, "You know.. I need a new DVD-VCR. I set it to start taping at a designated time and it started 10 minutes early. Come on. Let's go to Monacus. It is their sale season at the moment."

Powerglide grins up at Blaster as the tape man whips out the vocabulary from the past. Rad. Heh heh. "You know it, Blaster. But really, too cool for /any/ planet." To Moonracer, Powerglide shrugs in a 'who, me?' way and retorts, "And you wouldn't have it any other way." He peers at the gumby, and merely points towards DC for the explanation.

Slag stands in the corner listening to the conversation as Slag is not the talkative type...depending on his mood. Eventually the dino pulls out his sword and begins practicing a few wrist moves with it. Twirling his sword, switching hands...quite graceful for a brute.

DepthCharge spies Slag twirling his sword and does a little mental 'Eeek! Swordsman!'. The Aquabot watches the Dino and creep, creeps over so he is standing behind Slag. DepthCharge removes his 'trident' from where it is attached on his back and tries to mimic Slag's movements. Maybe he will pick a few things up by doing whatever this 'exercise' is. Though knowing DepthCharge's luck, Slag is probably just trying to swat a fly.

Blaster causually laughs at Powerglide. "Always PG." Time to do what he came here to do, but wait. He forgot, what he was suppose to do. Oh well. He can do it some other time. Instead, he makes his way over to some random medical counter and hops upon it. Watching Slag, interested how DC will act with the Dino tearing up his place.

Wraith enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north.

Wraith has arrived.

Slag carries on his twisting and twirling coming close to scratching the wall, chopping up a spare parts rack but continues nonetheless. One could attribute it to either luck or actual talent. Dinobots are not the smartest Autobots but they are warriors and born and bred...Or built...whatever.

 Ultra Magnus says, "Attention Autobots, Teletran-2 has just detected a disturbance in Kazakhstan. Numerous Decepticon signals have been picked up around an Orbital Equipment Factory. All available Autobots are to report to the launch pad at once."

Wraith looks up from the script he has of the movie. "How can anyone understand this...." and he looks for the word, "stuff?" he says as he turns to look at everyone and hears the call form Ultra Magnus. He stands and heads for the launch pad. Wraith leaves to the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. Wraith has left.

Blaster taps his ear once, and looks up at Mute. "You comin'?" Already he makes his way to the doors. No point talking about it. Stepping on his left heel first, Blast leads with his right. Now why didn't he pick these signals up. Oh well, to the Landing Pad!

DepthCharge continues to try an mimic Slag, seeming to be more like a demented octopus than a swordsman. Until finally Ultra Magnus' announcement comes over the radio and DepthCharge's trident slips from his hand, sailing across the room and imbedding itself in a wall. Doh! DC sheepishly goes over to grab it and heads on out to the landing pad with everyone else.

Blaster leaves to the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north.

Blaster has left.

Moonracer hears a distant call for help, and head it she must! Or something along those lines. At least she's paused in her game long enough to hear that announcement, and head for the launch pad.

Mute has disconnected.

Moonracer leaves to the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north.

Moonracer has left.

Powerglide leaves to the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north.

Powerglide has left.

DepthCharge leaves to the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north.

DepthCharge has left.

You move north to the Landing Pad... Landing Pad 

The smell of heated tarmac hits you first as you survey the landing and liftoff point for all flights to Cybertron. The wreckage of previous battles here are off to the back in a jumbled heap. To the southeast is the massive form of Autobot City itself, a bit battle-scarred, but still operational. Surrounding you on all other sides are forests of large conifer trees.

The spaceport absolutely sparkles with a new shine - in fact, it's almost blinding in direct sunlight. Spots are a thing of the past, and each building has a brand new coat of paint. Even the *scrap* piles look like they've been cleaned off and straightened up.

Scattershot wears the customary Richard Simmons waaaaaaaay-too-shorts. How horrifying! "Here's a chance to leave 'em oinkin' from the boinkin'..."

Scattershot grabs DepthCharge by the underpants and gives him a wedgie.

Wraith grabs Scattershot by the underpants and gives him a wedgie.

Moonracer is so there that she's not there. Hah! She's running ahead of Powerglide. Maybe she should let him win.

Moonracer tries to grab Scattershot by the underpants but he slips away.

Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] rests lazily on the Autobot's landing pad as he awaits for the inevitable arrival of Autobots eager to throw away their lives for great justice and all that other jazz. "We've got quite a bit of people showing up tonight." The boarding hatch on Jetfire unseals itself and extends down onto the ground, "So much for being fuel economical, looks like I'll be guzzling down extra fuel tonight. Hop on when you're ready, folks, and we'll get this show on the road."

 Michael Briar says, "The EDC is in rout Ultra Magnus, we'll hold back till your forces can arrive."

Ultra Magnus stands at the ready near one of the ships as the others beging to gather. not wanting to waste time giving a speech or the like when they can be moving he opens the hatch and starts heading in. "Lets mount up Autobots. The longer we spend here the more the Decepticons are getting away with."

Wraith looks and nods as he stops at the ramp and lets everyone else enter, before he does. He says nothign as he waits for the outcome to happen.

Powerglide eeeks and breaks into a sprint, trying to catch up with the fast fabulous femme. You can hear him huffing and puffing despite not having lungs as he tries to win the footrace.

Grimlock marches up into the waiting JF Express and motions the other bots on board, "Grimlock say hurry...now not time for wasting.." with that he disappears inside and takes a seat.

Ultra Magnus has left. Ultra Magnus boards the Autobot Hovercraft (Defender II). From the hovercraft, Ultra Magnus enters the area. Elita One has left. Elita One boards the Autobot Hovercraft (Defender II). From the hovercraft,

Elita One comes up from the command center. Looks like today, she'll be fighting under the leadership of the Autobot City Commander. The way to the launch pad was a quiet and hasty one, and hopefully, it doesn't really take much time for the rest of the troops to rally up. Elita One smirks a bit at Jetfire, "We're aiming for efficiency right now, Jetfire..." She replies to him. "Well, let us go..." She says, making her way in Jetfire. Blaster has left. Blaster boards the Autobot Hovercraft (Defender II). Grimlock has left. Grimlock ambles up into the cockpit. You climb up into the cockpit of the fighter. Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire]

> You descend to Kazakstan. > Kazakstan >

Kazakstan is dominated by steppeland and deserts, a vast tableland with the Caspian Sea to the west and southwest, sandy deserts in the central region, and rising to towering mountains in the southeast along the border with China. Lowlands are about a third of the total area, and hilly plains and plateaus nearly half, the rest mountainous. These mountains are rich in copper, lead, silver, tungsten, cobalt, titanium, uranium, gold, iron, and coal, not to mention large reserves of oil. The northern mountains also have intensively cultivated, fertile soil that produces cereal grains, but most of the land is used as pasture for sheep and goats. In the east, nuclear testing by the former Soviet Union poisoned soil and water, leaving it mostly deserted to this day. Industrial plants produce products related to the country's vast resources, such as iron and steel foundaries, cement, chemical fertilizers, textiles, meat-packing, and food products.

> Contents: > A-10 Thunderbolt  > Autobot Hovercraft (Defender II) > Modified Sleek F-15 (Headlong) > Onslaught > Soundwave > Orbital Equipment Factory  > Shellshock > StarFighter > MiG-29  > F-15 Jet  > Mitsubishi Type 74 MBT > Motormaster > Obvious exits: > Northwest  leads to Southern Ural Mountains. > Southwest  leads to Iran. > Northeast  leads to West Siberia. > East  leads to Mongolia. > Fly 

> Battlecruiser descends from the skies above. > Battlecruiser has arrived.

> Powerglide stops following you.

> Soundwave's has one tape or another in his bay, and the reels are rolling. All data flowing through his systems, be it computer uplinks from Shellshock and Onslaught, intercepted radio messages, or the considerable data his own sensors are collecting are all being recorded.

> "Understood" Fulcrum replies as he circles to the east, awaiting the call to strike. It's the waiting that's the worst part. Well, that and the pain.

> Modified Sleek F-15 (Headlong) pulls a sharp turn, nothing dramatic, and bears towards Comcast as per his orders. As he drifts within receptor range he intones "Nothing on the western. A shuttle you say?" He quietens as his sensors begin to deliver warning signals.

> Onslaught's sensors begin to ping as well, as he descends to help organize. "Looks like the idiot children of the universe are incoming, gentlemen. Let's all give them a warm welcome courtesy of this raiding force." He draws his sonic rifle as he lands next to Soundwave.

> Fulcrum has partially disconnected.

> Exo-Suit  descends from the skies above. > Exo-Suit  has arrived.

> Blaster has arrived.

> EDC Shrike <Sky Raider> descends from the skies above. > EDC Shrike <Sky Raider> has arrived.

> From the hovercraft, DepthCharge is wonders if Elita is sitting at the scanners or if he is. He'll let Elita do the honors, as she is important and pink. A powerful combination.

> Blaster has left. > Blaster boards the Autobot Hovercraft (Defender II).

> Shellshock says, "looks over at the road patrol, "Good some help, get that stuff loaded on the armored trailrs here and make it snappy, Commander motermaster does not like to be kept waiting." He looks about as he continues to load and stack, packing it in tight and efficently. His tightband giving a running inventory as he works fast to get things done."

> A few other Decepticons, who would be dead ringers for the Constructicons if they weren't differently colored and altogether just slightly different, also move things inside the equipment factory. Bunched in their arms are flux capacitors a-plenty. What're flux capacitors, you ask? Never you mind! You don't ask questions of the pseudo-Constructicons!

> From the hovercraft, "Indeed we are," Is Elita One's answer to Ultra Magnus, "Scanners are picking up Decepticons signals in the area, and we're closing in. A couple of them... Should be long before we actually arrive... And before we'll be in actual sight line with them, which means they'll probably start shooting at us." If they were to spot them, that is.

--     Wraith looks out from Jetfire's windows and peers below. His hand going to his weapon on his back and he thinks. "I'll get out here Jetfire." he says as he moves to the door and waits. "How much longer till we are there JEtfirE?"

> <Exo-Suit> Michael Briar roars in on wings of fire, the blazing engines on the back of his suit hum with power that carries him through the sky. Ok, so he was just dumped off an H-130 transport and he's dropped a few thousand feet before beginning to fly, big whoop. But at least he's got friends now. Yeeeee aaaaah! Michael angles his suit downward at a gentle angle while matching with the incoming bots.

> Oi, oi, oi! The Decepticon Road Patrol expediently load the ablative re-entry platings into Shellshock's trailer. They are mighty quick thugs indeed.

> Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] makes no effort in concealing its arrival as it descends down the morning skies in Russia, its nosecone piercing through the cloudy sky and the thruster exhaust blasting a smooth circular hole as the rest of its empennage passes through. "Looks like the EDC's information is dead on." The massive aerospace fighter makes a steep nose dive down towards the ground and levels off at an altitude where he can safely drop off his passengers, "We're here, Wraith. Alright, off you guys go before the Decepticons starts taking offense to our arrival." The boarding hatch on Jetfire's transport section unseals and extends down onto the ground.

Grimlock unlocks himself from his seat and produces his weapons from subspace. Grimlock glances around the bay and fixes his gaze on Slag, "Me Grimlock say we move in and disable Decepticon energon transport first. We let other Autobots cover us. You Slag understand?" > <ALERT> Motormaster has been detected scanning you <ALERT>

> From the hovercraft, Blaster begins to stand up after the trip. Looking out through a hover craft window. Yes, lot's of them. This is going to be quite a Blast. Looking around his optics blink slowly, as the ramp of the Defender II slides out and Blaster slowly walks down. Primary weapon in hand, his little electro rifle. Time to save the world... Again.

> Blaster has arrived.

> From inside the EDC Shrike <Sky Raider>, Aaron Maas follows the General in angling in off his left flank. He brings the Shrike in ready for an attack run. Ok which con will present a target first.

Slag frowns at Grimlock "Me Slag understand but me Slag like smashing more. Decepticons no get away with stuff if we flatten them first." The dinobot pulls out his sword and checks the flat of his blade to see if it is ripe for smacking.

> Elita One has arrived.

> Battlecruiser vanishes out of reality. > Battlecruiser has left.

> Mitsubishi Type 74 MBT rolls about on serated treads around the perimeter of the assailed factory, turret panning the scenery in search of incoming enemy blips. Ah... And there they are. Locking the barrel of his main gun in the general direction of the bulk of the allied Autobot and human forces, the heavily armored beige body switches directions. A pair of energy beams lance out from its headlights, blasting away a chunk of the ground just outside of the plant. As its enemy draws ever near, the tank rolls down into the crater, only its turret easily visible now.

> F-15 Jet <Comcast> scrambles back, well away from firepower as the Autobot's hovercraft appears from the north. "REGROUP!" He announces via radio to the other seekers, as well as Sixshot and Blitzwing as they scouted the four corners of the area. He kicks his afterburners to leave the Autobots, to just north of the complex, waiting for everyone else. Thankfully Sixshot, the furtherest away, is also the fastest, and will be here soon.

> Ultra Magnus has arrived. > Ultra Magnus enters the area.

> MiG-29 <Fulcrum> fires his engines with a coughing roar, hurtling through the air like a thrown brick towards Comcast.. and their enemies.

> Onslaught takes steps as well as the Autobots arrive in force. Whoo-wee, it's gonna be ugly. He rapidly transforms into his hulking missile-trailer mode, turning sideways so he can bring all his weapons to bear on the incoming goody-two-shoes that are trying to ruin the Decepticons' fun.

> Onslaught swings his arms over his head, transforming into his Missile Trailer mode.

> Modified Sleek F-15 (Headlong) keeps in tight formation, drifting to fly excrutiatingly close to his brethren as they begin to rejoin the formation. It's always more impressive to see the seekers seem to fold out from one another. His sensors are giving clear readings now on the approaching forces. He calms the thoughts pouring through his mind - of the different approaches to take. It's always best just to dive whole heartedly into the fray, rush 'headlong' with a stone mask of determination. Let the enemy know they have one less foothold - an uncertainty even, which leads to a moment of weakness. Weak, there is no room for the weak. But attack a single target, as a group. No, no honour in that. Even one such as Jetfire, powerful as he may be....Headlong follows for now.

Moonracer vanishes out of reality.

Moonracer has had enough for one day and climbs out leaving you with ample room.

> Shellshock looks around inside, "Alright, you 3 go get those crates, stack them in there tight, you others come with me." He walks to the other section and opens up the trailor. "Alright, you know the rest of the list, get it filled. Anything of oppertunity mark it and if we have room, we'll take that as well. Hurry up because we have little time before the bots are on top of us all." He looks around and pulls out his rifle, charging it as he watches.

> Soundwave is hovering... still... a good 500-600 feet above the ground action. His weapons systems are primed, but for the moment he is just watching the approaching Autobots. Unless it becomes necessary, this is not his battle. He glances downwards, focussing his optics on the factory below. This was supposed to be a raid and now it's looking more and more like a slaughter-fest. Motormaster is performing about as Soundwave had expected as a leader.

> Shellshock transmits a message via radio.

> Soundwave receives a radio transmission.

> The Sixchanger decides to follow Comcast's order to strike the Autobot's enterance vehical quick and Hard hoing to create mayhem early. Thats what the Decepticons are about mostly. And those that may not be are not above it. He is suprised and indecisive for but a brief moment as there is a large number of arrivals especially ariel ones. Lucky for the Sixchanger Comcast picks the target otherwise he would have picked that annoying Powerglide. Taking down the ancient aircraft easily and quickly. Yet Jetfire does provide the greatest challenge. Besides this looks like it might be fun. Besides the seekers are the weakest of the ariel force here for the Decepticons maybe amoung them he will avoid the first salvo and suprise the autobots. The Consussion blasters warm up thier accelorator coils charging. He saving the Burst of speed following the slower seekers for when they break.

> Soundwave transmits a message via radio.

> Shellshock receives a radio transmission.

> Motormaster paces along the interior of the facility, snorting up a storm. While the other Decepticons do his bidding and face the massive response led by the Autobots -- he is held prisoner to his self-imposed madness. Occasionally, he'll spit a gem of an order out. Yet for now, he is locked into a Caesar-esque reality within the theatre of his mind. Until.. something just clicks. "Hhngh. I know. I'll let them die. Hahahaha, yes." Motormaster turns his head to the side, regarding the other Decepticons within the facility. "Double-time!" He bellows with a point of his finger. "Whatever will not fit, you will carry!"

Grimlock nods to Slag and steps towards the open bay, his sword motioning towards the opening, "Me Grimlock say that fine. Me Pretty sure that they try and stops us before we get there and we smash those. " With that he jumps clear of the bay and starts his descent towards the ground, his Agravs firing to slow him before he transforms and heads groundward.

Grimlock has had enough for one day and climbs out leaving you with ample room.

> Grimlock has arrived.

Wraith looks at Grimlocka nd follows him. >

Ultra Magnus brought the hovercraft in as close as he could without putting it at too much risk. It is after all their primary transport home. As the hatch open blaster is ready to move and leaps clear before Magnus even manages to get out of the pilots seat. doing so with haste he pulls his rifle loose from it's secure lock on his back and begins to move to the hatch himself. "We need to hit hard and fast. Minimum damage to the area and covering fire to our forces and the EDC support units. Eltia try and get a team inside to stop whatever their up to, the rest of us will provide fire support and extraction if needed." Stepping clear of the Defender he starts hoofing it towards the structure. Advance, provide cover if needed as the next bot moves, advance, and so on as he leads a group closer.

Wraith has had enough for one day and climbs out leaving you with ample room.

> Wraith has arrived.

> Grimlock falls on to his hands as he begins to shift and turn, his legs fold up to form his back and his wings wrap around his upperbody to form the chest, finally a tooth filled dinosauroid head emerges from his back as the Dinobot commander quickly takes on the menacing form of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. >

Wraith nods to Jetfire, and opens the door. The wind rips past him as he stands there. Judging his distance up, he loosk and nods as he jumps out of and freefalls to the ground. He sinks as he has no jets to fly with and as he falls, he angles his body to change his own decent. Wraith takes in everything as he scans and looks as he tries to find a target he cna attack and scans as his hand grips the weapon on his back tighter, waiting to pull it off is back when he finds a dancing partner. However, as he falls, he powers up his forcefield generators and forms one around him to protect him if he is attacked, and to help him when he lands on the ground, or on someone whoever that maybe. He did also follow Grimlock out of Jetfire. Having had enough you climb out of the cockpit and down the small ladder.

And suddenly, the entire country of Kazakhstan can now breathe easy, for their saviour is here. Powerglide, in all of his glorious minibot cool, has arrived. The 10-Thunderbolt, with its twin General Electric TF34-GE-100 turbofan engines each pumping out 9,065 pounds of thrust, swoops down from the sky. Still way up high since cruising at a higher altitude makes for a more efficient trip, Powerglide revs up his speed to a mind numbing 3,200 miles per hour just to show those idiot Seekers what REAL speed is. Powerglide forms up on Jetfire's wing, acting as escort. "I get dibs on the first Decepti/coward/ Seeker I see." He shouts as he breaks away while Jetfire lands.

Slag leaps out of Jetfire sword in hand with an almost sadistic smile. The dinobot surveys the scene looking for 'the ONE Con'...Not finding him Slag frowns and heads for Grimlock's position.

"Very well," Elita One says, taking up her two laser pistols. Assessing her current force, her optics finally lies down on Blaster. She frowns and gestures an hand to him, "Blaster, you're with me, we're getting in and going to make sure the 'cons don't get what they've come for while the others distract them.." Expecting him to obey her commands, the femme commander then stands up from her seat and rushes out of the hovercraft.

Wow, so many Cons. It's almost like the real thing. Ten on ten, craziness. Blast quickly moves over towards Elita and Magnus figuring their running this shin dig. Plus it's 'umpossible to talk to the Dinobots about military strategy. Overhearing the final suggestion by UM Blaster gives a nod, looking over towards 'Lita. "I'm right behind you. Let's foil this little operation, before they get some real devastation." Meaning in other terms, I'll help you stop whatever their up to. Blaster keeps an ear open on the Con channels looking for a heads up. Holding his weapon tightly.

DepthCharge has arrived. DepthCharge scrambles out of the 'Important Person' Hovercraft with 'lita street sweeper, BSL and ghetto man. Behold, the Autobot might! Rar! Pausing only a moment to survey the scene before them, DepthCharge sends power to his anti-gravs and hovers up into the air and circles around the hovercraft, ready to provide aerial cover fire for those exiting the craft.

Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] shakes about ever so slightly as his passengers, albeit some packing serious weight, finally disembarks of from him, "You'll have no arguments from me, Powerglide. Keep me covered while I get myself back off into the unfriendly skies." The Autobot Air Guardian probes the area with his sensors, "Real unfriendly skies... stay alert and watch each other's back or this'll be a short ride."

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar gets closer and closer to the upcoming battle. He looks over at Aaron's fighter and says over the radio, "Remember what you've learned and you'll be ok Aaron. See if you can't draw some heat from the autobots and draw some of those seekers away. I'll be nearby if you need help." Michael pours on the speed and angles away quickly. If Aaron remembers his training and keeps his head, he'll be fine. If not, well he's roadkill. Michael swings around and passes the hovercraft and bot advancing line. He looks down towards Ultra Magnus and company giving a way as he flies along.

Onto busness however. Michael mumbles, "Target, target, who's my target..." while scanning the cons.

From inside the EDC Shrike <Sky Raider>, Aaron Maas pushes the throttle of the Sky Raider to full and breaks off from the Exo suit looking for a con to engage. He banks the Raider and goes looking for trouble.

The wing reformed, Comcast returns to the fray, and the airborne Jetfire. Even as several of the jet's passengers jump out.. too bad. Jetfire is still going to go down. "Jetire is our primary. Take him down, with our first strike. If someone wishes to battle the red one, they may break off. Otherwise, I'll handle him. Stay on target... FIRE!" He calls out, as from his wing-mounted lasers once more fire, only more powerful shots this time. The wing bank up-and-over Jetfire.. anyone who wishes to fight Powerglide may split off and do so now.

F-15 Jet <Comcast> misses Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] with his Wing-Mounted Laser(High) attack.

Wraith successfully activates a powerful protective forcefield, shielding him from the next attack.

Modified Sleek F-15 (Headlong) follows closely behind Comcast. He now has Jetfire visually locked, but he turns off his automatic targetting systems, some of the most advanced to be found amoung the cybertronian decepticons. If they're all going to attack Jetfire at once then he see's no point in exerting himself needlessly, nor dishonoring himself needlessly. His sensors pick up the tiny dots that signal the disembarking Autobots. Perhaps this'll just turn out to be one big dogfight. Well, Headlong certainly doesn't find that. The more speed, the more targets, the better. Following Comcasts lead he guns his engines to strafe fire over Jetfire's left wing. He catches a glimpse of Powerglide as he does so, once again considering the possibilities.

Missile Trailer <Onslaught> comes about, seeing the charging Autobots. Well, this is inconvenient. Taking note of a notorious, annoying pink Femmebot, he picks up speed, roaring towards Elita with considerable velocity. Halfway there, he transforms, launching into the air and ripping off a move from a certain red and blue tractor trailer in a rather well-known movie. Except instead of firing his gun, he comes down kicking at Elita's chest. "Good day, Elita One!" Onslaught greets her.

Onslaught leaps up into his heavy-set robot mode.

Onslaught strikes Elita One with Kick.

MiG-29 <Fulcrum> follows Red Leader Comcast, Heat Rays locked onto the red and white Valkyrie, the beams scorching the air as they streak towards their target. "Put the target in the center, pull the switch" he mutters. Even now, this battle seems to be a lot more than they bargined for..

Modified Sleek F-15 (Headlong) misses Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] with his Corrosion Storm attack.

MiG-29 <Fulcrum> strikes Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] with Heat Ray <Low>.

Shellshock nods at the transmission, locking down the armored trailer and engaging the magnetic seals. He watches the second one rapidly filling as he shouts orders and kicks the occasional thug not moving fast enough. "Move it slagheads, this needs to be sealed YESTERDAY!" He paces slowly as he pings up the tightband for a tactical update. He needs to know what the time limits are so that he can get it sealed tight. "Doubletime people. i will NOT accept failure and you had better not make me take care of Commander Motermasters light work. Get those parts in the trailer and packed in tight!"

Soundwave's attention is caught by a sudden burst of energy below. His sensors scan quickly and then lock onto the signature. An Autobot defensive shield. How quaint. Soundwave rotates forward, as if on an invisible axis, and then drops down and forwards through the air, quickly closing distance with the Autobot. His left arm comes up, rifle in hand...

Soundwave misses Wraith with his Disruption Wave attack.

Following the designs of thier cordinated attack. He sights in from behind Comcast like a good little Wing Man. His weapons primed he stays out of the jetwash of the Seekers. Crude flying vessels they are, but still a weapon in the hands of a skilled warrior. well not counting comcast. He tries to predict the moments of the elusive and seriously agile Jetfire. Not an easy thing. In anycase he unloads with streaking cuncussive blasts, "I do so love a challenge." comments sixshot.

StarFighter<Sixshot> strikes Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] with Laser Barrage.

"Oooh... So many to choose from..." Blitzwing mutters to himself with manic delight, his turret whirring as it pans back and forth from within his dug-in emplacement. "Ah, one of those shelled flesh-creatures... Excellent." His targeting reticles all converge on the form of Briar's excellent as it flits about in the air, one of his turret's machineguns lifting to spout up a torrent of 7.62mm tracer rounds.

"MOVE." Motormaster bellows, guiding the actions of numerous Decepticons too minor to make it to prime-time. The second trailer is now the recipient of the ill-gotten goods, of which Boss Stunticon claims are rightfully his. Who's going to say otherwise? Nobody, that's who! Ahahaha!

Mitsubishi Type 74 MBT strikes Exo-Suit <Glaive II> with 7.62mm Machine Gun.

A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide> would nod to Jetfire if he had a head with which to nod. And if he hadn't already blasted off to go Seeker huntin', as is his job. Ah well, no doubt his charming good lucks will attract all the Cons his way, thus letting Jetfire get back up into the sky. But nevertheless, he does hear Jetfire's advice. The mighty Autobot spots a Seeker leading a bunch of other Decepticon dorks while shooting at good ol' Jetfire, whom he needs to protect. Beauty, he can both save the space-ship man, AND smite himself a Seeker. "Tally ho, Decepti-/dork/!" he shouts at at COMCAST. "Primary, eh? You think JETFIRE is your primary? Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." He snickers disapprovingly. "Clearly you winged twits don't seem to realize where the REAL threat is. I am Powerglide. Now now, don't bother trying to run away. Unlike you silly anti-grav users, *I* have the speed to chase down /any/ of you losers." He gasps as now Headlong, Fulcrum, Sixshot, and the entire squadron of Seekers are getting in on the action! Well, that just won't do. "Now shall I shoot you all down one at a time, or do this the fun way and take you all on at once?" He grins, zipping in and trying to mess up their formation by flying dangerously close to them. His thermal beam locks onto the lead Seeker, which happens to be Comcast. "As a good buddy of mine used to say: Your foolish attack has just made my day; but now it's time for YOU TO PAY!" With that, he fires at Comcast with the thermal beam.

A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide> strikes F-15 Jet <Comcast> with The Ol' Powerglide Zow!.

So much for being all sneaky like. Unfortunately, it seems the pink pain job doesn't help Elita One all that much. Her azure optics never leaving the incoming truck, well wanting to just hop over him when the time'll come.. Unfortunately, the manuever that Onslaught did was a most unexpected one. It stunned Elita One and brought her to an halt for a few seconds, and those few seconds were too much. Gaze going up slightly, only to see the kick coming right off in the chest. The femme commander staggers backward under the shock, stumbling and falling down on her back.

"... Oh... Trust me... There are days... You really DON'T want to mess with a femme... I'll show you how much of a 'good' day I'm having!" With that, using her hands to throw herself back after her fall, Elita One almost just hurls herself over on Onslaught in an attemp to tackle him back.

Elita One strikes Onslaught with Femme Fatal Strike.

DepthCharge hovers above the Autobot hovercraft, trying to provide cover fire for those Autobots leaving. But, as he hears Comcast give orders for everyone to open fire on Jetfire, and sees a barrage of weapons fire fly at the airguardian, DepthCharge realises he chose poorly with who to protect. Jetfire is in trouble. Giving a quick glance over the now exited Autobots and leaving Elita to deal with Onslaught, DepthCharge hurls himself further into the sky, charging towards Comcast and his cronies. Maybe DC can get Comcast's attention and draw some fire away from Jetty. If any Autobot can, DC can. For Comcast loves DC. DepthCharge's 'electro-booster' weapon rises out of his arm as he flies, starts to crackle with current, and the Aquabot hurls a low level charge of electrical energy Codpiececast's way.

From inside the EDC Shrike <Sky Raider>, Aaron Maas watches as the cons go and quadruple team Jet Fire so he decides he will pick on one of them namely Headlong. He brings the Sky Raider around and sends the rockets shooting toward Headlong.

DepthCharge strikes F-15 Jet <Comcast> with ball lightning.

Wraith angles as his shield takes a hit and he looks and sees the Big Bad Tape Daddy. "Nice." he says as his wings open up and he goes from falling to flying backwards as his whings catching his fall and he comes up next to Soundwave. He loosk as he flaots back, thinks to using aerodynamics, and then his angles and drops liek a rock. As he comes down, he angles his feet to smash into the back of the Big Bad Tape Daddy and to assist in pushing him to the ground. He says nothing as he falls and hopes to him him dead middle of the back.

Wraith misses Soundwave with his Toe Spike Kick attack.

Slag starts walking towards the trailer but notices the little bees buzzing around Jetfire...facinating like a ballet of shiny things...annoying shiny things. Slag growls and pulls out his trusty Electron-Blaster. "Me Slag say time to bring some people back on the ground to party." The dinobot spins around to line up one of the many planes harassing Jetfire. "Me Slag no see you before. Me Slag say 'Hi'and make you say 'Ow'." Slag fires at Headlong with his Electron-Blaster.

Modified Sleek F-15 (Headlong) evades your Electron-Blaster <Low> attack.

EDC Shrike <Sky Raider> misses Modified Sleek F-15 (Headlong) with its rocket attack.

"My my, these Seekers sure are enthusiastic today!" Jetfire emits from his external speakers in an excited tone as he slowly rises up into the air, "I sure have gotten rather popular all of the sudden, though I'm not sure if I should take the attentions as a compliment." The massive aerospace fighter suddenly rockets ahead and follows after the first Seeker that had dared to tempt fate, Comcast. As the Air Guardian closes in, his gun pods slides out of his weapons compartment and whirls to life as it tracks the targetted red Seeker within its arc of fire before retaliating with his own artillary fire.

Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] strikes F-15 Jet <Comcast> with GU-11 55mm Gun Pod.

The massive dinosaur's tail splits and legs fold from it's back. Slowly, methodically the rest of the body shifts, turns and splits as needed until the massive form of Grimlock, the Dinobot, stands before you.

Plummeting from the sky nearly 1000 feet up the large Dinosauroid form of Grimlock streaks. I like a hurtling metallic brick the Autobot warrior angles himself feet first. With a slight adjustment of his weight he starts in nose first as he begins to close with the oncomming Cons he transforms into his robot mode and grasps his Ergo blade in both hands. With Sixshot as the target he tries to land on the back of the Decepticon using the sword as an anchor.

Grimlock strikes Sixshot with Grimlock Energo-sword.

Ultra Magnus moves along picking up the pace since DC is providing aerial cover for his approach. Rifle in hand he starts taking shots to try and slow them down or at least help out those in the skies above. Depressing the power selector as he drops into a kneeling position he prepares for a shot. Propping his rifle against his shoulder he holds taking aim trusting that DC will keep him protected enough for him to get one clear shot off. "Jetfire watch yer back up there. Autobots lets give him some support!" With finger hovering over the trigger he waits til he has a lock before sending a blast into the sky. So many seekers, who did he pick? Was it even a seeker? Yeah it was.

Ultra Magnus strikes MiG-29 <Fulcrum> with Plasma Rifle <Low>.

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar feels the 7.62mm rounds slamming and splitting against his armor. Sparks light up around his suit as the rounds bounce off and scratch against the suit while others slip by. The general grounds down at the tank saying, "Targets in a hole are only protected from people on the ground. Or haven't you learned that?" The suit's clawed hand swings back around to his middle and then swings back around to reveal a long squirish rifle with a bulge towards the back. The weapon charges to a high pitch before the Glaive II squzzes the trigger sending a cascade of sonic booms complete with depleted isotope slugs down towards the tank from above. Consequently, towards the weaker parts of the tank, if the con follows the same ideas as its form. For his sake, Michael hopes he does not.

Blaster follows Elita with most haste. Watching every thing around him, how wonderful a full out battle to the death. Over what? So scrap metal. Suddenly the Combaticon commander sails down, crashing into the female Autobot. Immediately he points his weapon in the direction of Onslaught be sees she has no problem handling himself. "I got this." Blaster continues to run, weapon dangling from his left arm. Optics springing around the entire battlefield. No ones shot at him yet, and he couldn't be happier. Now he just has to make sure he stops them from doing whatever they're doing exactly. Continuing his sprint towards the Orbital Equipment Factory's main entrance, almost standing there like a barrier. You must get through me first. Oh yes.

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> misses Mitsubishi Type 74 MBT with its heavy rail gun attack.

Onslaught wasn't expecting something quite so... fiesty, and as a result Elita slams into -him-, knocking the larger Decepticon down with a crash. Startled, he says, "Primus, Elita, did you forget how to use your -gun-? Then again, I'm not one to talk." All this while the two wrestle around trying to get the upper hand. Finally, Onslaught wrenches one arm free and drives a fist at Elita's head, trying to knock her off him.

Onslaught misses Elita One with his Punch attack.

Soundwave does a flip in mid-air as he approaches the suddenly airborne Wraith. As the Autobot leaps up, Soundwave slips straight under him feet first, moving extremely quickly. He is already behind Wraith by the time those boots come whistling downwards, and is quick to react in kind, reversing his forward velocity with a quick burst of anti-gravs and then sliding back through the air on top of Wraith, one elbow cocked in front of him and aimed straight for the back of the Autobot's head.

Soundwave strikes Wraith with Elbow to the Head.

"You talk big when you've got that shiny suit on, monkey," Blitzwing sneers, throwing his treads into reverse as he detects Glaive II readying its primary weapon. Dirt is tossed into the air as it backs out of the hole, even more exploding as the missed rounds strike the Earth. As the displaced soil begins to rain back down, Blitzwing lifts the long barrel of his main gun with a whir, targeting reticles once more alligning on the silhouette of Briar's suit. "How's about I crack it open and find out if you're still so tough?" The tank's main gun kicks back with a resounding *BOOM*, the force of the 105mm cannon going off visibly shaking beige armored panels.

MiG-29 <Fulcrum> jinks left and right to avoid the sudden barage of fire that came in response to the Seeker Wing's opening shots, but he's no-where near manueverable enough to avoid the pin-point accuracy of the Red White And Blue, the large Autobot's shot leaving a smoking crater in one wing. Noting Magnus for later bombardment, he follows Comcast's orders with grim satisfaction, breaking formation to open fire on his most hated of enemies, that fish out of water, the airborne buffoon DepthCharge. No boast, no insult, no witty banter marks his attack this time - just a powerful and continuous blast from the dreaded Heat Ray. Burrrrrn.

MiG-29 <Fulcrum> manages to strike DepthCharge with his Heat Ray <High>.

Shellshock looks around as the last of the space in the second trailer is filled, he closes the door and engages the locks and magnetic seals. He nods as the crew pushes the two together and smiles as they lock. He looks around, "get those doors ready to open." he looks about and nods, "Commander, do you want to pull the load or do i get that honor?" He walks over to the hookups and powers on the shielding. "Bothe trailers loaded and sealed sir."

Mitsubishi Type 74 MBT strikes Exo-Suit <Glaive II> with Teh Sureshot!!!oneone.

Modified Sleek F-15 (Headlong) performing a wide loop after his run on Jetfire, Headlong begins scanning the battle before him. The slag's hit the fan, time to leave Jetfire and do what he does best. No sooner thought then his targetting system detects an enemy lock-on...No not one, but two! Acting instinctively, Headlong veers down and to the left, a rocket screaming over his ringht wing. A flash of static appears from Head's wing, frying the targetting systems of the rocket which wont be making a return journey. The downward motion turns into a barrel rotation as the second attack flashes past his canopy. Well now, what to do? He recognises the ground based offender as one of the dinobots - what else could the brute be? Surely the more powerful of the adversaries, and Headlong was never one to cower from a foe...At least not until after he had his exhaust whied...But hopefully the lumox's appearance will hold true to his aim and speed. Maintaining a slow decline toward his new foe, a launcher appears from the belly of the F-15. "An honourable foe, at last!" <Attack:> Headlong used ballistic. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

Modified Sleek F-15 (Headlong) strikes you with Mini-Frag for 8 points of damage.

On the Recieving end of a Dinobot is never a good thing. Especially a Dinobot you can hit things. Especially the biggest bad boy of them all thats right... Trypticon. Well Grimlock is a close second. Least in Sixshot's mind after the sword is thrust through his starboard engine. Strangely even though the blow was vicious it passed most of the vital systems. So Sixshot does what any person fighting a dinobot should do. He removes Grimlock's strongest asset from the field. He pulls up... and up. Then in a desperate attempt he transforms hoping that he might dislodge the sword and throw free Grimlock. He does this at pushing 12K feet. (Not attack just a grasp attempt.)

"Nnnngh," Motormaster rumbles, lifting his chin. "-I'll- pull the load. You, continue grabbing more material. When I'm ready, you will ensure nobody -dares- to tail me." With those words, he falls backward. His transformation systems engage once more, melding his limbs and body with unfolding panels. Eighteen thick, black rubber wheels land on the factory floor. The Kenworth Semi's lights flick to life, again casting a threatening halogen glare ahead of him. Without even a command, those punkish Road Patrolers set to work attaching the two trailers to Motormaster's own trailer. It'll be a big load, but one fit only for the King of the Road.

Motormaster transforms into a black Kenworth Semi-Truck.

With the trademark transformation soundbite, this sixchanger transforms into his robot mode, Sixshot.

Sixshot misses Grimlock with his grasp attack.

Brawling... Now that was something Elita One was better than simply gun firing. That's for sure. Struglling with Onslaught, of course though, she does lose her grip on him a bit, allowing him a few shoots of opportunity, though it seems that none of them hit.. Head tilting to one side just in time to avoid the Onslaught's punch. With her free hand, Elita One just counters with a punch of her own, "Ah... What, you're begging for it, are you?" She asks, keeping on the struggle. Hopefully, if she kept on hitting on him, retaliation would be less frequent and eventually she'll get to get the upper hand on him quite easily... Hopefully that'll keep on that way.

Elita One strikes Onslaught with Punch.

Slag frowns as he misses his shot...Maybe he should get up close and personal...maybe he should just roast the guy or...If you don't succeed at first...destroy all evidence you ever tried. The jet comes about and back towards him...and fires a grenade that blows up on the dino's chest making him take 2 steps back and leaving an ugly black scorch mark. Upon closer inspection...you realize that Slag is wearing Rodimus's chest plate...how odd...Guess the medic felt zany that day. Slag spins around to keep track of Headlong and focusing on him alone this time. "Me Slag says FALL!"

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar blinks and crosses his arms in front of him. The black and silver streaking shot nailing him and exploding with a huge force. For a while, all is smoke, but then you can hear the speaker sound of Michael laughing? "That's it? Common, you can do better than that." he taunts. Indeed, the suit is damaged, a buckled plate in the armor along the arm is evidence of the main cannon hit. The shell long ago splintered when it hit. Scratch and dings are covering the suit from the volley before that. But now it's Michael turn. The suit angles down picking up speed as he does. Michael moves his feet in line to land on the tank next to the turret while he gets ready to punch forward, hopefully through the turret. The speed of the landing followed by the hit is sure to get this triple changer's attention.

You strike Modified Sleek F-15 (Headlong) with Eletron-Blaster <High>.

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> strikes Mitsubishi Type 74 MBT with from the air turret smash.

Blaster begins to enter the Factory. Slowly, taking every caution. Not quite sure what the Decepticons are up to. Obviously raiding some type of supply, yet that's a given. What exactly they are stealing, and how crucial it is, is definitely another. Gripping his weapon tightly as always, he steps slowly. Leading with his right foot. Trying to be as quiet, as possible, heel toe, heel toe. Big silver heel to big silver toe. Those icy blue optics are locked onto every thing surrounding him. Finally he enters the main storage room, oh no. Motormaster. The dreaded evil Prime wannabe'. Plus Blaster's newly acquired archenemy Shellshock. Damn. Blaster remains quiet, trying to use all those SpecialOP skills to the best of his ability. Sneaking around the walls of the room, ducking behind the multiple amounts of large machinery. Until he can find out what the hell is exactly going on and then spring out with the surprise.

Strongest asset? Grimlock is strong no matter where he goes. The air, the ground, The dinobot is the swissarmy warrior from hell and despite the sixchanger's best attempts he stays onboard, his sword firmly lodged in Sixshot's engines. Oh no the Dinobot isn't going anywhere yet. With a growl he hoists himself up holding the sword and plants his feet flat on Sixshot's back. With his free hand the Dinobot Commander rears back and smashes his hand down towards the Decepticon's cockpit.

Grimlock strikes Sixshot with Grimlock Punch.

Wraith is hit int he back of the head and he grunts as his eyes pop out of his head like Sludges did in Transformers The Movie when Devvy hit him. He falls forward slightly as he spins, grabbing the elbow of Soundwave with his left hand and his right hand reachs up to punch the Tape Daddy in the face.

A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide> is disappointed that none of the Seekers had the ball bearings to go after him. "For shame!" he cries. "Are none of you so-called Hunter-Seekers /mech/ enough to take on the supreme Autobot aerospace pilot himself?" Powerglide grins and continues taunting, even as he continues to ponder which Seeker to go after next. "So many pathetic Decepticon fliers, so little time." Powerglide ~sighs~. "I mean, lets be honest; I'd need AT LEAST an hour or two to smite every single jet you punkasses have." Powerglide likes the fact that none of them can match him in the air. It's just such a happy happy feeling. Now then, who to help on his team? Who to help? Well, it has to be a Seeker, and since Headlong's got himself a Dinobot to worry about, and Comcast is doing whatever Comcast is doing, Powerglide focuses on Fulcrum, who's burrrrrning the aqua bot. Oh no! "Hate to bud in, DepthCharge, but I hope you're willing to share this dance!"

Wraith strikes Soundwave with Forearm Mounted Claw Punch.

A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide> is using his machine gun, by the way, since I didn't mention it.

A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide> strikes MiG-29 <Fulcrum> with The Ol' Powerglide Rat-a-tat-tat!.

DepthCharge gives a nod in satisfaction as he sees his spheres of electrical current impact into Comcast's form. Nothing like that feeling. He prepares for another blast at him, when suddenly his form is wretched in hot, searing pAiN. wHy mY sHoUlDeRs hUrT? Falling from the sky, and out of the heat cloud, DepthCharge luckily manages to regain his senses and pull himself out of the dive just in time. He looks up to see what truck just hit him and he spies FULCRUM. Cursed Fulcrum. Again he has dared use a heat based weapon on him. Well, time to settle the score. Reaching behind him, DepthCharge detaches his Trident from his back and powers forward with his anti-gravs, deciding to slice up the Seeker. But, there is just one problem. Unfortunately as of yet DepthCharge hasn't been able to get trained in using this thing. But, how hard can it be? He turns to spy Grimlock cutting into Sixshot with a sword. Looks fairly simple. Time to get in some of that training. DepthCharge's optic visor flickers as he mentally activates a tutorial program that Teletran Two was nice enough to create for him, and suddenly the voice of Autobot's supercomputer echoes through his audios alone. Giving some advice (not posed due to spam but will appear in DC's own log). At the end of his first lesson DepthCharge nods to himself, holds the weapon in the position instructed and rushes forward, jabbing it at the flying Foolcrumb.

DepthCharge strikes MiG-29 <Fulcrum> with Trident jab.

From inside the EDC Shrike <Sky Raider>, Aaron Maas watches as the rockets go all around Headlong but don't hit him at all. He brings the Raider back around for another attack run at the con that is now attacking a Dinobot. He powers up the lasers of the Sky Raider and looses a blast at the con.

EDC Shrike <Sky Raider> strikes Modified Sleek F-15 (Headlong) with laser.

Ultra Magnus silently thanks DC for the cover fire as his shot connects, but he doesn't linger. Standing out in the open is foolish at best so he continues his trek to the facility. Casting a few glances around the field of battle he take mental notes of how each of the other Autobots seem to be holding up, ready to give aid if needed. All seems well so he proceeds once again. He should be there soon enough, though he may not be the first to arrive as Blaster is already there. Keying his comm he broadcasts to team good, "What could they be after that they need this much protection to provide a distraction? Somebody get on finding what their trying to make off with." As yet another seeker streaks by he fires off a quick pot shot not really taking the time to aim.

F-15 Jet <Comcast> breaks wing formation, as he is shot from all sides. His new quarry, this 'Powerglide' shoots, as well as his original target, and of course, the accursed DepthCharge, and one of his patented 'warning shots' again.. All of a sudden, he's not looking so good, nor is he looking so flightworthy. Several pieces of his wing fly off, and an engine gives. Comcast does the best he can to maintain vector with Poweglide, before transforming and landing on the jet. "Don't you Autobots come with an off-switch on your audio?" he sneers as he slams a fist into his visor.. hoping that somewhere inside is the Minibot's volume control

The sounds of gears whirring and a jet engine dying down can be heard, as Comcast shifts his form into his natural state.

Comcast misses A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide> with his Seeker Smackdown attack.

Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] adjusts his flight trajectory as he stubbornly refuses to break off of Comcast, much as a bird of prey would be as he goes for his prey. The extra vigilance pays off as several of his artillary managed to meet some part of the red Seeker, whichever part that may be... who knows? "Ah, the joys of having a wingman and eager Dinobots as escorts." The Autobot Air Guardian emits in a cheerful tone, either he doesn't realize the immense danger that he was in or it's his bravado that's covering up his shakened state. Whatever it is, Jetfire isn't betraying his emotions through the way he's flying. The massive aerospace fighter turns around sharply and enters into a strafing posture down on Comcast, "Not really, no, Comcast. I'm afraid DepthCharge left that one function out."

Onslaught pulls free, and rolls to his feet... just in time for Elita to punch him right in the face. He stumbles back, shakes his head... then fixes her with a cool stare. "A valiant effort," he calmly says. He smoothly glides back into the fray, dropping low before leaping into the air and unloading a spinning kick at the femme commander, intent on smacking her DOWN. "But -not- enough!" he roars.

Onslaught strikes Elita One with Whirlwind Kick.

Soundwave absorbs the punch in the faceplate without so much as a shudder. If that is all this Autobot can offer, then this will be a short battle indeed. He wrenches lose his elbow and then continues the backward motion of his upper torso, wheeling in the air and bringing one boot up into an anti-grav assisted bicycle kick.

Soundwave strikes Wraith with Bicycle Kick.

MiG-29 <Fulcrum> is just pulling up from his burnination of DepthCharge, when that irritating midget Powerglide opens up, his attacks tearing through Fulcrum's already damaged wing like aerodynamically shaped pieces of metal through cheap ex-soviet armor. "Graaah!" he broadcasts. "You miniscule piece of rusted... RAAAH!" Cutting off his tirade with a bellow of pain, Fulcrum is jabbed by a TRIDENT! How can this be? Losing momentum, Fulcrum hurridly transforms, sickle and (backup) hammer already in hand. "Pesky... Autobots!" he grinds, firing his jets to get out of range of the Aquabot's new weapon, and almost casually swiping out at Powerglide as he rockets past.

The MiG-29 twists around and folds in on itself with a grinding sound, transforming into the robotic form of Fulcrum.

Fulcrum strikes A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide> with Burning Sickle <Low>.

Mitsubishi Type 74 MBT tries to continue to back up on his treads, but in his current form, his exo-suit-clad opponent is simply more maneuverable. The heavy armored combat vehicle sinks into the ground some as the exo-suit lands on top of it, and before Blitzwing can react, a fair-sized dent is punched into the armor of his turret from the blow. "That's IT, organic!" Armored plates suddenly explode in a flurry of motion, one limb winding up from the mechanical tornado wielding a solid, purple fist, that swings upwards towards the helmet of the exo-suit. "How's THIS suit ya?!" The transformation-uppercut leaves a humanoid robot warrior in place of the Type 74 tank, arms curved over his head in a premature position of triumph.

With a fluid blur of moving parts, Blitzwing transforms into his humanoid form.

Modified Sleek F-15 (Headlong) :'s world just got a little too fast for once. Overconfidance...no not really, just the foolish desire to bite off more, much more, than he can chew, a trait that seems to run rampant among the seeker breed. His bank had led him to a linear flight path with Slag, but for some reason Headlong doubts that such a creature would ever think twice about holding his ground. The result is the screaming of his systems as his sensors temporarily overload at the electrostatic charge. Still, he's used to stuntflying, what more is this than another crazy stunt. He readies another attack when the scatter fire from above rakes his canopy, and all thought empties, replaced by rage, and then desperation. HONOUR! Where is the honour is such a fight. Surely it does not exist for his foes. The last barrage sends him truly out of control, it'll be on foot from here. Probably NOT a good idea to get physical with a Dinobut. One last opportunity though. Lowering his flight path 30 degrees, headlong looks to be on a collision course with Slag, or just above him at least. As the charred and potholed jet looks about to streak above it's target somthing detaches from his wing, long, black, and screaming like a bat outa hell.

Blitzwing misses Exo-Suit <Glaive II> with his Transformation-Uppercut attack.

Modified Sleek F-15 (Headlong) strikes you with KABOOM!! for 14 points of damage.

Having performed the attack, headlong transforms, and strikes the ground hard, using the momentum to roll up an onto his feet.

The black and white F-15's nose folds forward, his wings shift back and arms and legs fold out. Within seconds the sleek F-15 Eagle becomes the domineering figure of the Decepticon seeker, Headlong.

Shellshock 's optics feed data alond the tightband, a tactical feed so to speak. He shoulders the rifle as he moves forward, "Alright you slagheads, get those door open and lets get the cargo out of here." He paces behind the trailers as he rechecks the seals. "Alright Commander, Cargo is secure, everything is ready to go. They should have the doors open shortly." He does a mental check "and nods once, "We are currently 2 minutes ahead of the curve sir, shall we get the prize home?"

Sixshot is in Midst transformation when he gets Headbutted. Then at that moment it is more Grimlock holding up Sixshot. Is is quick to reach to the dinobot, cause well you have to or yer dead. Looking right into Grimlock's red Optics. Sixshot isn't quiet as Strong as Grimlock but he ain't a push-over either. With Ultimate Ninja skill Sixshot attempts to Free Himself oncemore. this time his arms move like fans circling. He uses his left arm to strike down hard at Grimlock's Wrist joint in and attempt to knock free the blade. In doing so his oppisite arm arch over to his chest. His anti-Grav's hold his place. Sixshot taps his chest with open palms before doublepunching outwaords trying to strike away Grimlock.

Sixshot misses Grimlock with his Double Palm Strike attack.

Comcast's wrath is EMBIGGENED by failing to seriously damage Powerglide with his punch. He decides to make a shot with Sonic weaponry, with the hope of taking out a wing's engine. He fires, as twin beams of sonic PaaaIIIIIiin shoot forth from his chest. He then leaps away from Powerglide, and hopefully away from the strafing position of Jetfire as well, idly wondering the meaning of the word CROMULENT. There you go, Powerglide, I used both words in my pose!

Comcast misses A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide> with his Sonic Shreikers attack.

Rigging complete, the black Kenworth Semi-Truck's engine fires up with a throaty purr. The sound mingles with a dark, soft chuckling that vibrates his external emitter. Soon, even this chuckling gives way to maddening laughter. "Mmheh-heh-heh-heh. Heh heh heh.. ahahahah.. hahahahaha.. haah.. AHA.. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA...!" Motormaster snorts, blowing plumes of brimstone from the curved, chromed smokestacks on either side of his cab. He pushes himself forward, his wheels slowly turning and picking up traction. "Hahahaha.. hahaha.. transform and ensure my departure."

Wraith is kicked by the wrestling might of Soundwave, from the mighty 80s WWF. Since it woudl not be icly for Wratith to do any type of wrestling moves aTM, well ever, he just does wha the does best. His left arm comes up and points at Soundwave. It alters as two barrels slide out of the shield and it clicks into places with a few sparks as the barrels lock. They begin to spin, as Wraith continues to fall and then high speed projectiles come fling out of the two barrels and towards Soundwave.

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar pushes himself off the moment the tank begins transforming. He lands a few feet away and safe from the punch crunching on the black dirt and sinking his booted feet an inch or so in it before sliding back and stopping. "Oh, much better triplechanger. You can speak with more than just guns..." he says quietly before flicking his wrist. It opens up and ejects out a cylinder into his clawed free hand before it lights and extends in a crackle of magnetic energy and plasma. Michael's legs push forward towards Blitzwing bringing him close agian. However, he went too slow pulling himself forward again and couldn't get a full lenght swipe in as the tip just gets close enough to graze the transformer, not that it won't hurt just the same however.

Wraith strikes Soundwave with Dual-Barreled Gattling Gun.

"Oh, I would, Ultra Magnus..." Elita One says, "Unfortunately... I am afraid I have my hands full right now." She says, raising back to her feet after she just punched Onslaught in the face. Unfortunately, her plan didn't work as expected. The femme commander prepares to counter, and charges up back on Onslaught but unfortunately... the comabaticon commander's slightly faster then her, and Elita One's the one who get struck first. She collapses to the ground after the shock, in an equivalent of what would be considering 'losing their breath' by humans... Though it's not a little thing like that that will prevent Elita One from fighting! Maybe she's disabled for a little while from inflicting physical harms but... That doesn't mean she can shoot with her pistols.. "... You've been asking for it..." She mutters as she takes her left laser pistol, raising it up over at Onslaught and firing... Burst Shot Mode. Oh yeah.

Elita One strikes Onslaught with Left Laser Pistol, burst shot mode.

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> misses Blitzwing with its prick o' the magplasma sword attack.

Slag turns away from Headlong hoping the seeker learned his lesson. The dino starts walking towards another target ground based. Unfortunately the seeker decided to keep at it blindside the poor dinobot with a mean nasty missile which rips off the ridiculously looking Rodimus chest plate from Slag's chest and sends Slag tumbling on the ground. "GGGGRRRRR... Decepticon making Slag...ANGRY." The dinobot does not get up he simply transforms and is instantly ready for action. The triceratops stares at Headlong...smoke is coming out of the corner of the dinobot's eyes..."Me Slag stop fooling around...burn." Slag vomits forth the mother of all firestorm towards the seeker.

The fists retract and the legs execute a 180 degree spin backwards which result in Slag falling on all fours in Triceratop mode.

Slag unleashes his Hellfire Blast! attack on Headlong, striking Headlong.

<Autobot> Blaster speaks but it's very staticy. "They're gettin' ready to hightail out of here. Get ready for a quick exit from the Factory by Motormaster. Do what you need to do, to stop him he's holding the shipment."

Blaster stands there quietly, observing every motion and sound made by the crew and the two superiors. Oh no, the ships about to sail... Well, the Semi-truck. Optics flailing about trying to figure out what to do. What to do. He has to stop Motomaster from leaving this place with the shipment. That's all that matters. Drawing his rifle up slowly, he takes aim. Can't miss. Must shoot out a tire, he's way way too tough to expect to breach the hull. Just need to slow him down for the troops. Click, he pulls the trigger. "That doesn't belong to you fool!" His rifle ignites sending that basic orange fire at one of his many axles. Trying so very hard to do what he can.

Grimlock's rep as a pure strength fighter is perhaps a bit underestimating his capabilities and skill. As Sixshot goes into the complex sweeping fan motion Grimlock's combat computer responds by projecting the proper response. With a turn of his wrist the Dinobot blocks the wrist strike aimed at losening him, the golden claws that form a rending wrist protector doing their job. When the double punch comes Grimlock has used his Agravse to flip into a position above Sixshot and then brings the back of his fist streaking towards Sixshot's now exposed head as he comes round the sword like a gymnast.

Blaster strikes Black Kenworth Semi-Truck with Blaster's Blaster.

Grimlock misses Sixshot with his The Lock Bottom attack.

Looks like fate has decided to cut Comcast some much needed slack, and its intervention has come in the form of an overheated gun pod barrel underneath Jetfire's wings. "Blast! My heat sinks must have given out on me again!" It's a lost opportunity to strike at the Decepticon Seeker, and Jetfire knows that but then every once in a while people have to compromise. That's exactly what the Autobot Air Guardian intends to do as he follows after Comcast, this time he is assaulting the red Decepticon Seekers with his energy bolts while letting the air cool down his gun barrel.

Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] strikes Comcast with Mauser RoV-20 Laser Cannon.

A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide> is finally attacked. Oh, but woe is Comcast, who cannot dare to compete with the Godhood that is our favourite Autobot flier. We shall now refer to Comcast as Loser #1, since Powerglide need not know their names to smite them. "An off-switch? No way, Loser #1, that would ruin my mojo! And I can't have no steeeenkin' Decepti-/dweeb/ ruining my mojo. Especially if it's some lame-ass Seeker who thinks that Decepticons rule the skies." Powerglide pumps up his speed, outdistancing Comcast and thus avoiding the punch. "Well I've got news for ya. YOU don't rule the skies. *I* rule the skies! Yeah, and you can tell the rest of your little pissant Decepticons I said that, too." Powerglide rearms the thermal beam, "You jets just don't stand a chance against me. I've beaten your type before, and I'll do it again. Like this one time, at flight-camp..." Before he can move on with his chilling story, Powerglide is suddenly nicked by a sickle as he flies past Fulcrum, who we shall call Loser #2. Oh no! Well, that'll teach him to talk first and dodge second. No it won't, but we can dream. Powerglide lets out a noise that is remarkable similar to when a startled dog yelps. The sickle tears into his fuselage, but thankfully, doesn't stay for long before the Autobot flier pulls away at tremendous speed. The hole is quite visible. "Whew, do you know how much polishing that's going to take, Decepti-/dweeb/?!" He calls out. Aside from being upset, Powerglide seems otherwise a-ok. His sensors pick up Loser #1 aiming at him, and using his awesome aerobatics, evades each of the blasts. "That was AWFUL, Loser #1! Come back to me when you learn not to suck, mmmkay? I've seen retarded monkeys run a disestablishment organization better than you shoot a gun!" Now then, which loser to go for? "Loser #2, I've got a thermal beam with your name on it. Booyeah!"

A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide> strikes a blow against Communism with their his The Ol' Powerglide Zap!

After jabbing Fulcrumb, DepthCharge turns to say to Powerglide, "No problem. I welcome the assistance." But then winces as Comcast comes charging at glide. "It looks like everyone wants to dance with you, this evening." He then turns his attention back to the retreating Fulcrum. The Aquabot's optic visor flickers again, as part two of 'Using a Trident Weapon' echoes through his audios alone, with Teletran Two's voice. "Excellent work Medical Staff Officer DepthCharge. I estimate that your current jab had a force level of 67 percent. Improvements can be made by trying to concentrate on achieving a more steady flow forward. Next lesson I shall instruct you on a procedure known as 'slicing'. For this attack you will want to hold the trident weapon at 3/8s from the bottom end of the handle. Now, using the bladed prongs of the weapon as the focal point for the attack, hold the trident diagonally, prongs up, over your right shoulder. Swing the weapon at an angle down and forward and aim for the back of your target. This will give more force to your attack. Try it." And the voice of T2 (who probably is just reciting some book he pulled up) falls silent. Nodding, DepthCharge flies forward, after Fulcrum, and tries this next lesson. He must thank Fulcrum for helping him one of these days.

Ultra Magnus makes his way to the facility having been all sneaky and such to get that far unnoticed. Or he can think so any way. Not sure where Blaster has gotten himself tucked away he makes for the main doors with the hopes that those inside will be of the weaker less combative type usually given to tasks of looting and pillaging. This time however it's not Scrapper and his band of lime cronies within but Motormaster. How can one miss that laugh? Or maybe it was the sound of a semi rig that gave him away. In any case Magnus moves forward rifle ready to try and stop a clean get away. Blaster only confirms his fear as he gives a heads up. No longer willing to wait Magnus charges in gun blazing and probably leaving himself wide open in the attempt.

DepthCharge strikes a blow against Communism with their his Trident slash

Ultra Magnus strikes Black Kenworth Semi-Truck with Plasma Rifle <Low>.

From inside the EDC Shrike <Sky Raider>, Aaron Maas watches as the lasers find there target then the con plane does something completely foolish and goes right after the Dinobot. Aaron breaks off his attack and begins scanning for another target he comes upon Fulcrum and locks onto him and brings the ballistics to charge and looses them at Fulcrum.

EDC Shrike <Sky Raider> strikes a blow against Communism with their its ballistic

Soundwave is momentarily distracted from his fight by the necessity to neutralize Blaster's warning with one of his own. While he is concentrating he takes the brunt of the gattling gun's considerable payload directly to his torso. His optical band snaps back to the here and now, and Soundwave is not happy. He launches forward, both fists in front of him like some kind of evil robotic superman.

Soundwave strikes Wraith with Fists of Fury.

Shellshock transforms as Blaster pops out and shoots, his tactical feed going strong as he detects magnus doing the charge thing, he uses his pintail gun to spray fire down around blaster, doing nothing more then tring to keep his head down, as he backs up sharply from next to the trailer and attempts to use his 250 tons of mass to bat aside the autobot commander.

Onslaught looks amused as Elita goes flying again. "Aren't you a little fragile for this sort of melee?" he inquires almost solicitously. "You know, there's nothing dishonorable in tactical analysis. After all -- YARGH!" His rather obnoxious dissertation on femme weaknesses is cut off as Elita shoots him. Okay, that helps. "Fair enough," he groans, getting back up with a smoking chestplate. He smoothly draws his sonic rifle, racks the stun-blaster, and fires it at Elita. *CRACKWHAM*

Onslaught strikes Elita One with his Sonic Stunner attack.

Shellshock is unable to connect with their his ram against Ultra Magnus.

Fulcrum tears his sickle from Powerglide and spins around to face his foe.. but too late to stop the viscious jab of the Trident that once more pierces his frame, this time shattering his cockpit with a burst of yellow tinted glass. "ARRRRG!" he bellows, once more hurridly moving out of melee range. "I'LL TEAR YOU A NEW.." Fulcrum's sentence is mercifully cut short by a hail of fire from a pesky human that tears chunks from his armor and sends a rush of pain through his circuits. Unable to deal with the punshiment being exacted on him, Fulcrum does the only thing possible. Outnumbered, outmanuevered, and outgunned, he flees.

Fulcrum crouches, then leaps up, his joints screeching as he transforms into a grey and green MiG-29.

Fulcrum begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Exo-Suit <Glaive II>, Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire], A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide>, Black Kenworth Semi-Truck.

Blitzwing looks at Michael Briar's exo-suit with a condescending smirk, backpeddaling as his opponent attempts to scratch his armor with a grazing blow from his plasma blade. "Oooh, be careful with that thing, human! You might hurt yourself!" Snickering, Blitzwing reaches down to his thigh as the armor splits open, revealing the hilt of some kind of weapon. Drawing it, he wields it deftly with one hand while trying to bring the blade across Glaive II's shoulders as its momentum carries it past.

"MAGNUS." The Kenworth Semi roars, sighting the heroic Autobot as he charges inward. "I'LL KILL -YOU-..." He snorts, blasting soot into the air with his somestacks, ".. BUT NOT TODAY!" Ultra Magnus's blast singes the chrome of his grille, even making a minor scorch on the armorplating behind it. Yet, it is but a minor shot that does little to deter Motormaster. Same for Blaster, whose laser pops one of the semi's many tires. It is a brilliant, on-the-spot manuever that is cut short by the cab's sudden re-inflation of said tire. When Motormaster was created, Megatron had taken into account every weakness that plagued the Autobots. As a vehicle, Motormaster has no weakness. And he has no mercy. "See you.. on the HIGHWAY." He forges ahead, rolling out of the facility and through the parking lot.

Motormaster begins retreating, leaving itself vulnerable to parting shots from Exo-Suit <Glaive II>, Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire], A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide>, MiG-29 <Fulcrum>.

The whirlign motion of his arm predicted, Sixshot. Rolls with Grimlock, how well can the Big Guy handle the large although spinning form. From Grimlock's arm movments Sixshot can sense the Setup. Lucky him. He this time armbars Grimlock his arm over the top of of hsi right elblow. Using the shooting momentum of the Dinobot, Sixshot secures that armbar and is propelled over Grimlock. With a Quickhalf twist at the apex of his arching motion, the sixchanger brings his big boot between the small space between Grimlock and his own Mass and then snapping it down with such force in a Cresent Axe Kick.

Blitzwing strikes Exo-Suit <Glaive II> with Scimitar.

Sixshot strikes Grimlock with Cresent Kick.

Shellshock jumps up, starting to transform as his legs and arms fold and twist wildly. His torso shifts some as his head vanishes into the armored confines of his torso. His treads settle into place as the armored tank form slams into the ground.

As Headlong begins the wary rise to his feet he takes a moment to steady his optic sensors which seem to be spinning the world about chaoticly. Surely he has enough time to recover his senses. Maybe not. As he sees the mass of fire spewing towards him, he has no time to move. Folding his arms across his chest his servos tense as he attempts to bear the amazing furnace. Easier said than done, but at least Headlong had a chance. A life living on Neddron meant he developed armour that was more corrosive resistant. Still, it had never been intended to take the brunt of a firestorm. If Headlong could have staggered he would have, but the furnace fused more than one of his rotator cuffs. Quickly scanning the skies he catches a glimpse of his second offender calling off his attack, probably leaving him for dead. A breif narrowing of the optics and a flash thought...'Oh, you'll get yours...'. Calling his rifle from sub-space, he stands his ground, though a gound 30 metres from the Triceratops in front of him. Levelling it at the beast, he returns his own special corrosive attack. "You've taken my wings, now I'll take one of those horns!"

Comcast eeyaahs! As Jetfire's strike knocks him down, and out of the skies. It was incredibly fortunate of Jetfire to aim where he did - exposed circuitry shot was struck, disabling several important systems. He decides a tactical retreat would be ideal at this point, and so starts making his way from the fray. "Another time, airborne fools," he calls out to Jetfire and Powerglide. The idiots DARE to inhabit the Decepticon territory... but they shall have to a little bit longer. Comcast makes his way to base, alongside Fulcrum.. expecting Moto to kill him for this later... Comcast begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from DepthCharge, Wraith, Ultra Magnus, Elita One, Blaster, Exo-Suit <Glaive II>, Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire], A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide>, Headlong, Onslaught, Soundwave, Mauler Tamk <Shellshock>, Sixshot, MiG-29 <Fulcrum>, Blitzwing, Black Kenworth Semi-Truck.

Headlong strikes you with repeating for 3 points of damage. Headlong's repeating attack wears off at last.

Wraith is hit by the double fists of the big bad Tape dAddy and he is knocked back and lands on the ground, just behind Motomaster and he slides to a stop. Wraith gets up, and grabbing his melee wepaon, pushes off the ground as his anti-gravs come to life and he rushes for Soundwave. He says nothing to the big blue tapedeck. As he rushes Soundwave, his activates the Scythe in his hand and brings it up to slice right down the middle of Soundwave, starting between his optics, all the way down the middle of his chest and the home of the tapes within him and so all. He knows he can't cut the con in two, but he can redo the paint job on him, since Blaster is not fightign his arch rival. He also knows tha the will ahve to flee within the next round as he is getting ownded by Soundwave. :) Wraith misses Soundwave with his Alteronian Combat Beam Scythe attack.

Ultra Magnus does not like what he sits before him as he bursts through the doors. There sits Motormaster loaded down with equipment and ready to hit the road. Knowing that his opening volley did little to slow the Stunticon Commander down he resets the power level on his rifle with a flick of his thumb and prepares to fire. He never gets the chance however as Shellshock barrels towards him forcing him to leap out of the way. Though he avoided the Decepticon the crates that were hit tumble down on top of him. This delay is more than enough to give Motormaster the exit he needs as he rolls off. Knowing that his foe will be long gone when he gets free Magnus curses and starts digging himself free.

The femme commander barely has the time to get back on her feet, recover from that last kick that the sonic rifle's electric waves disrupts her circuits... Now that's much worse than what she last had. You know... Try to move your hands, but they just don't answer your brain's orders? Well, it just feels that way right now. Numb and of stone, slightly moving, but not all too much, that's for sure. So much for bodily coordination. Gladly those sort of things don't last all too long, but it should last enough for Onslaught to take advantage of the femme's current state.

Blaster's shot does little, blowing out one of the eighteen wheels or so which MM possesses. Hopefully the many many Autobot's outside will actually do something, and shoot up the Semi instead of holding their grudge. But I doubt that will be happening. Damn, have to do is best to send it to the Cons. His optics shift towards the remaining Decepticon in sights. Shellshock. It was only a few cycles ago where these two tangled, the grudge between one another was growing quite large. If he show would it make him a hypocrite? Who cares, slowly he pulls the trigger, aiming for the vehicle. Not at any particular part of him, just shoot to hurt. Ow. This time the blast is less orange and more white, as a beam of electricity sizzle for Shellshock.

Blaster strikes Mauler Tamk <Shellshock> with Electro-Scrambler Rifle.

A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide> tilts his wing at DepthCharge as they switch partners, giving him the jet version of the thumbs up sign. "Well, I guess I can't blame the Decepti-/dinks/ for all wanting a shot at the best, right?" He grins at the aqua-bot. "Nice shot, medical man. Huh, y'know, maybe it's not so much that I kick ass..." he mutters as both Fulcrum and Comcast get mashed by him, DepthCharge, and the Earth Defense Command jet. "Maybe it's just that Decepticon Seekers suck. Could that be possible?" he asks DepthCharge aloud as he flies aimlessly forward. Powerglide chuckles and ends this line of thought. "Oh who am I kidding? It's /both/." He says, satisfied with his philosophical discovery. Powerglide's now got to think about what to do. "Awww, Loser #2's makin' a beeline for it. HEY, SEEKER!" he shouts out, trying to get Fulcrum's attention. "Don't forget to tell your friends all about how the Autobot fliers smoked your worthless can!" The Thunderbolt grins inwardly and moves to gun-down Loser #1. "But wait, BOTH Seeker Losers are running?" he gasps. "That was even easier than normal, and believe me, buddy-boys, it's pretty fricking easy for me." Powerglide is just thinking about which Seeker to shoot while they flee when he spots Onslaught using the stun-gun on everyone's favourite pink femme beauty. "Whoa now. You don't go pickin' on a femme. Not while there's a knight in shinin' red armour to come to the rescue." Powerglide abandons his chase and locks onto Onslaught. "Now then, behold... THE POWERGLIDE POW!" And with that, a single concussion bomb drops from the sky, aiming for the Combaticon Commander.

A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide> strikes Onslaught with The Ol' Powerglide Pow!.

Grimlock is kicked back away from Sixshot, taking his sword with it. He chuckles as his Agravs keep him aloft though he lets himself descend in an arc away from Sixshot and summons his Galxial rocket launcher from its' subspace holder. One can almost see the Dinobot commander smile despite his lack of a 'face' as he quickly falls back from Sixshot's view, two twin trails of smoke streaking back towards the Decepticon warrior, a dark metallic explosive leading each trail.

Grimlock strikes Sixshot with Grimlock Double Rocket Attack.

From inside the EDC Shrike <Sky Raider>, Aaron Maas brings the shrike around on another pass over the battlefield and sees that Onslaught has Elita stunned so he lines up the con and makes a run at him charging the rocket bay he locks on to Onslaught and lets the rockets fall on their target.

<Exo-Suit> Michael Briar looks away towards Motormaster. First rule in combat, never look away from your enemy. Michael does not even see it coming, the blade connects with one shoulder sliding splitting protective armor and the mini-missiles stored there. However, Blitzwing does not get his chance to take Briar's head. As soon as the scimitar bites into the suits mini-missile rack, a huge explosion resonates around the pair throwing Michael backward. The weapon cuts into one of the warheads of his missiles and detonates it causing a chain reaction one after another that nearly rips his suit apart. Thankfully, ablative armor funnels the majority of the shockwave out of the suit and not into the pilot to turn him into hamburger.

Now 'that's' a flaw in the design Briar never thought of. Got to make a note of it, if he's alive. The blackened and trashed suit rolls a few times before skidding to a stop on the black earth nearly a football field away from where his flight began. Ouch.

EDC Shrike <Sky Raider> misses Onslaught with its rocket attack.

Triceratops <Slag> grins to himself after roasting the jet. But then the jet carries on it's relentless attack this time with acid pellets on the horns! Touching Slag's horns is like tugging on Superman's cape...it gets personal. The triceratops turns around to face the seeker and prepares himself. The dinobot growls and goes into a mad charge towards Headlong...this is going to hurt.

At the last moment Slag transforms back into robot mode...keeping his momentum and proceeds to give Headlong a whoopin' uppercut for his troubles. "Me Slag say you must be 'special' if you did not run away yet."

The thick metal plating opens up on each side while the legs unfold, the dinobot's face becomes visible. All black with red optics burning with anger that could twist steel. The triceratops completes it's transformation into the walking furnace of anger known as Slag.

Headlong evades your Dino Uppercut! attack.

Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] trails Comcast just for a while longer as the red Decepticon Seeker makes its, some would say Jetfire's doing it for the bragging rights but then again, it's a necessity for the insults that he had received. The massive aerospace fighter soon turns back towards the battlegrounds, attempting to update his comrades on Comcast with his radio, only to discover that his transceiver has been shot off. There's no telling what the Autobot Air Guardian may have missed.., oh boy, the big guy is getting a sinking feeling now.

DepthCharge watches in satisfaction as his trident slices into Foolcrumb. But, unfortunately, it seems his lessons are at an end. For Fulcrum, somewhat selfishly, retreats. Not realising this, once again DepthCharge's optic visor flickers and the pre-recorded voice of Teletran Two begins to echo through his audio sensors. Gotta love Teletran Two. Even though DC isn't allowed to rebuild him into Tai in order to get a date. You suck Magnus. "Once again, a successful attempt to mimic the lesson instructions, Autobot Medical Staff Officer DepthCharge. Next lesson shall import a move known as a 'plunge'. Hold the trident weapon in the centre of the handle and.."

DepthCharge shuts off the program, now being of little use, and nods to Powerglide, "Yes. I do believe it is a combination of the two. I.." and trails off as he sees Power swoop on in to protect Elita. Not having anything else to do, DepthCharge decides to test the energy settings of his trident. Aiming the prongs of the weapon down on the ground, where Onslaught is, the Aquabot presses a button on his weapon and suddenly the tip glows with energy. After a second a small lob of current flies out and heads towards Onsy. Though it is only a low, freebie attack as DC feels sorry for the 'con with everyone firing at him.

Mauler Tamk <Shellshock> 's tracks rumble as he easily rolls around, the electrical charge arcing over his armor as he rolls out, covering Motermasters aft with his cannons, the shelling and spitting of powered death straffing all over until they are out of the way. "We'll dance later tape man, for now i have my orders, you get to live another day." He retreats on the semi's aft.

Shellshock begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from DepthCharge, Wraith, Ultra Magnus, Elita One, Blaster, Exo-Suit <Glaive II>, Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire], A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide>, Headlong, Onslaught, Soundwave, Sixshot, MiG-29 <Fulcrum>, Comcast, Blitzwing, Black Kenworth Semi-Truck.

DepthCharge misses Onslaught with his Trident blast attack.

Black Kenworth Semi-Truck drives away! See you on the highway, Autobots.

Black Kenworth Semi-Truck takes Orbital Equipment Factory <OEF>.

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> quietly shuts down.

Michael Briar unseals Exo-Suit <Glaive II> and climbs out of the suit.

Michael Briar has arrived.

Exo-Suit <Glaive II> has left.

Michael Briar takes Exo-Suit <Glaive II>.

Blitzwing's optics widen behind his combat visor as his blade not only connects with the rear armor of Briar's exosuit, but he manages to cook off his entire ammo reserves with one stroke. As the EDC champion goes flailing to the ground, Blitzwing looks down to the smoking edge of his scimitar in surprise, mouthing one word: "Cool." Laughing to himself, then, he begins to rise up on his anti-gravs as the signal for retreat is issued. He slips the point of his scimitar into its internal thigh compartment, looking down at the smoking remains of Glaive II. "One monkey down... Six and a half billion to go." Transforming, then, into his jet form, Blitzwing rockets off in the direction of the recently departed Motormaster.

Blitzwing iniates his transformation sequence, effortlessly assuming his jet form.

Blitzwing begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire], A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide>.

Headlong is momentarily distracted by the glimpses of audio commications he picks up from the sky above. Two of his brethren retreating...No matter...And Powerglide gloating. A fool, not a warrior. His gaze returns to Slag in time to witness the blurr of motion as the bot transforms then throws his punch. Acting instinctively, if not a little stiffly, Headlong uses the brief lapse as the bot transforms to parry the blow, bringing up his knee as he does so towards the dino's guts. As he does so a thought flashes throguh his head. Headlong may be alright at hand to hand combat, but even he is not foolish enough to stay in a tussle with a dino. He has to get away, especially with all his comrades beginning to retreat. Even as he thinks this he directs his knee with all his strentgh to the dino's sternum.

Soundwave doesn't stop moving after his superman attack, but simply throws more power into his anti-gravs. When Wraith's blade comes a seeking, Soundwave is long gone. He throws everything he has into gaining altitude as quickly as possible and then throws out a radio call before transforming...

Soundwave folds and shrinks sharply, retreating into his tape deck mode.

Black Kenworth Semi-Truck moves southwest to Iran.

Black Kenworth Semi-Truck has left.

MiG-29 <Fulcrum> moves southwest to Iran.

MiG-29 <Fulcrum> has left.

Comcast manages to escape.. SOMEHOW. DC already has a set of Anti-gravs, it seems. Nevermind, he's away scot free. Woo! Thanks for the RP guys, well done!

Comcast moves southwest to Iran.

Comcast has left.

You evade Headlong's Seeker Knee Slam! attack.

Comcast arrives from Iran to the southwest.

Comcast has arrived.

Onslaught looms over Elita, as she slows to a stop thanks to his sonic blast. A chuckle rolls from his throat, as he raises his rifle calmly, zeroing in on her throat -- the next shot should neatly sever her head, and he can present it to Galvatron as a present. As his crosshairs line up, Powerglide drops his present...

There's a loud detonation, and for a second Onslaught wonders if his gun has misfired, for Elita's head is still attached. Then he realizes his gun isn't there any more. Nor half his arm. Powerglide's bomb struck his elbow joint, shattering the limb and removing the forearm and hand, still gripping his rifle, and they now lie on the ground sparking. Stunned, in shock, not feeling the pain just yet, he stumbles back, avoiding the rockets and bolts from the Shrike and DepthCharge, feeling dazed. "Ourgh," he says a bit dazedly, realizing he's in grave danger. Forget Elita -- he needs to get the slag out of here. With that, he leaps into the sky, the stump of his arm trailing energon and sparks.

Comcast soars upward into the sky.

Comcast has left.

Onslaught begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from DepthCharge, Slag, Wraith, Ultra Magnus, Elita One, Blaster, Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire], A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide>, Headlong, Mauler Tamk <Shellshock>, Sixshot, MiG-25 Foxbat.

Comcast descends from the skies above.

Comcast has arrived.

Comcast moves southwest to Iran.

Comcast has left.

MiG-25 Foxbat moves southwest to Iran.

MiG-25 Foxbat has left.

Knight in shiny armor? KNIGHT IN SHINY ARMOR!?! Who did they think Elita One was!? Some defendless femme! She was about to deliver Onslaught a beating! But now what, they just have to jump in and try to save her as if Onslaught was too much for her! Not to mention Onslaught's little speech about femme's weakness and all that... Now Powerglide... Then Powerglide... And all the others...! Now that was almost enraging, especially if you added it to the fact that right now, she was practiclly paralyzed and grounded momentarilly. Urg! Feel... The urge... To smash something... Rising!

Unfortunately, wether or not Onslaught might be retreating, he's going to get it for everyone who actually went on to save her. She may still be slightly numb, even if the effect hadn't faded all away, she had enough controls over her arms to at least go for Onslaught. Retreating or not. .. And raising both laser pistols up at Onslaught as he flies away, Elita One just opens fire and sends out a strafe of laser shot! "Arg... You coward, come back here, I'm not done with you yet! Come here so I finish what I've started and make you know what the word pain means!"

Elita One strikes Onslaught with Right and Left Laser Pistol Onslaught.

Blaster begins to run out of the factory after the Decepticons. Yet it's quite useless. Instead he pauses next to Magnus. Breathing deeply, well not really breathing. Yet you know what I mean. Looking up to the big guy he shrugs. "Well, I've seen worse dances." Kind of irritated that he didn't catch the bad guy, his tone is slightly morbid. It's going to take a while for happy Blaster to come back. Maybe a full three minutes. He keeps a good optic on the fight, not much he can do but shoot randomly. Forget it, that's not happening. So he just stays alert, listening for any crazy radio stuff.

Slag smiles as he gets into close combat with the seeker. They circle one another a bit then Headlong leaps forward with his knee slam. The dinobot backs away two steps then raises it's massive leg to give Headlong a lovely size boot to the FACE! "Me Slag say you not getting away from me. You did bad stuff to me ? So me do even more badder stuff to YOU!"

Good Primus Sixshot is left thier looking at the gapping hole that was one his chestplate. Maybe this is what Cybertronians are when they are naked. In anycase right there for the looking are Sixshot's Lasercore, energon induction pumps. The Mass of gears and wires look blackened while some edges smolder with hot steam rising from them. Only then does Sixshot howl in pain. That Hurt. It pretty much mangled him good. Least it was not in any part that involved transforming or forms over form. He transforms in a slow almost resistant fashion one gear cracks and springs free of its places leavingSixshot in only a half mode between Robot and Starfighter. He kicks in his thrusters to gear. Just as he was marking his escape tragectory Six recieves a Communicate. He alters course Zooming past the Dino to pick up is travelling tunes... er Soundwave.

Headlong evades your Kick to the FACE! attack.

With the trademark transformation soundbite, this sixchanger transforms into his Starfighter mode.

Sixshot begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire].

From inside the EDC Shrike <Sky Raider>, Aaron Maas circles the battlefield looking to see if he needs to make an attack or just keep the the Sky raider airborne.

Blue Tape Deck gets scooped up at mach 1... Blue Tape Deck has left.

Mauler Tamk <Shellshock> moves southwest to Iran. Mauler Tamk <Shellshock> has left.

From inside the EDC Shrike <Sky Raider>, TEAM GOOD

A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide> lets out a whoop of glee as Onslaught feels the full fury of the Powerglide Pow. "BOOYEAH!" he shouts. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why femmes everywhere can flock to me, knowing that I'll be around to save the day when things get out of hand. That's right, fellow Autobots, moi. Thank you, thank you, no applause. And for those Decepticons watching in the audience, just remember: You too could be next to feel my awesomeness." Totally unaware of Elita's annoyance at having him save the day (Powerglide is expecting a 'thank you' after the battle!), the little minibot that could continues to focus on the Combaticon Commander. Loading a special pellet into his machine gun, the A-10 Thunderbolt trails after the missile truck once Elita has already had her way with him. Squinting to line up the shot perfectly, Powerglide lets fly with a special little gift - one of Moonracer's paintbombs! Yes, the paintbomb is bright pink and resistant to many forms of removal processes (depending on whether you want to RP it or clean it off). "Think of this as a going away present, you Combati-/freak/." He calls out.

Powerglide succeeds in grasping Onslaught, throwing him off-balance.

DepthCharge frowns. Seems that he has got the hang of using the trident as a physical weapon. Just aiming the weapon's energy blast setting needs some practice. And now, Onslaught is running away. Awaaaaay. He'll never get the practice now. Unless.. there is another Decepticon in the area. Spying the retreating Shellshock, and remembering him from past encounters, DC decide to give this trident blast another shot. And, since it is a freebie attack and DC has only once used 1 non freebie attack all battle, he doesn't feel OOCly bad. Aiming the trident prongs towards the distant form of Shellshock, once again the Aquabot pushes a button on his weapon and attempts to hurl a blast at Shellshock. But it appears he misses as Shellshock is gone. Bother. Guesses he will have to practice on the training room drone.

Wraith loosk as SOundwave runs and frowns as he can't keep up with a Mach 1 jet....So he loosk and sees stumpy...er Onslaught running and takes aim on him as he opens up on the Decepticon, hopeing to add insult to injury... Wraith strikes Onslaught with Dual-Barreled Vulcan Gun.

Grimlock turns as he sees Sixshot streak by. He's content with watching the Decepticon flee in pain, a few kilos lighter and trailing a bit of smoke in his wake. Seeing Headlong and Slag still going at it the Dinobot commander raises his Galaxial again and triggers another shot, perhaps a bit prematurely as his weapon hasn't fully reloaded itself yet. A single rocket launches from the weapon this time, much reduced in damage potential but enough to aid his Dinobrother in some revenge.

EDC Shrike <Sky Raider> keeps circling the battlefield making sure the nasty cons are leaving.

Grimlock strikes Headlong with Single Rocket Salvo.

Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] manages to make it back into the vicinity of the battle ground, looking for Big Red, White, and Blue before choosing a decent place to land. Just before the massive aerospace fighter touches the ground, it splits and transforms into its robotic form, Jetfire. The Autobot Air Guardian wobbles a bit and regains his footing before running over to Ultra Magnus, "Magnus, my radio got shot to hell and back. Did I miss anything?"

Slowing rapidly the lower jet thrusters swing down and forward firing a quick burst to halt all forward motion. Hovering for but a moment the rest of the fighter transforms until Jetfire stands before you ready for action.

Ultra Magnus finally manages to free himself from the crates that had buried him and retrieves his rifle. Knowing that the Decepticons have most likely made their escape he begins to leave the building to see how things fair outside. As it is most if not all the cons have retreated, their task complete. <short since I was reading back scroll>

Headlong is suddenly aware of the sparcity around the battlefield...Not a cowardly retreat, Headlong must have missed an order. He begins to back aware from the Dinobot warily. These cowardly Autobot's would probably all be upon him in no time, with no respect at all for the space demanded by the challanege of one warrior to another. His lack of focus on Slag proves almost fatal, as he narrowly evades the Dinobot's gigantic foot to the head. Ducking under the leg he hesitates only a second before taking to the air, hovering only a few metres above the ground. He doubts that he could function well enough in jet mode in his current state to manage a retreat, a retreat that is being forced upon him by his inferior comrades. Heh yells in frustration, before heaving a sigh a relaxing a little to address his foe. "You are certainly a worthy opponent, Slag of the Dinobots. I will enjoy facing you again another day. It seems unfortunate though that I should be driven aay by the underhand tactics of your brethren...SHEEEEAAAAAAHHH!!!" Underhanded is right it would seem, as Headlong is caught completely offgaurd by Grimlocks attack. This has not been his day. The agony and frustration of the cowardice the autobots have shown him cannot overcome the pain of the beatings Headlong has taken, and he almost gives up in collapsing to the ground. Surely retreat now is no longer possible....he must DIE!...But wait, a retreat order must have been given, even Headlong knows it is not wise to disobey Motormaster. Leaping to his feet he uses the last of his energy to attempt a retreat, hoping that one of his brothers might spare enough thought to assist his flight, which may fail at any moment.

Onslaught is hurting badly as he soars upwards, sans an arm. Smoking, sparking, leaking. A short burst of small caliber shells from Wraith dig into his leg, but that's minor. A barrage of energy fire lances up into his back, smashing into his back, tearing the barrels of his launcher free and sending them to crash down not far from the manufacturing facility. A screech of pain echoes from his voder -- real pain -- and he very nearly falls from the air. He manages to catch himself, though, and strives for altitude, heading out of site at his best speed, smoke billowing from his back now.

Headlong begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from DepthCharge, Wraith, Ultra Magnus, Elita One, Blaster, Jetfire, A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide>, Onslaught, StarFighter<Sixshot>.

Onslaught soars upward into the sky.

Onslaught has left.

A-10 Thunderbolt <Powerglide> zips on down towards the ground once Onslaught has made his escape, as pinkified as he may be. The minibot shifts back into robot mode and lands beside Elita One. "Don't worry, babycakes. We managed to scare that Combaticon off." He consoles her. No, Powerglide isn't hitting on her; he just talks to every femme like that. He walks on up to her, perfectly fine as his sheer coolness factor protected him better than any armour possibly could. Be thankful he doesn't phrase it like 'I scared off that mean ol' Combaticon for you. You're safe now'. Trust me, it could have just as easily been that.

The A-10 Thunderbolt's tail juts backwards away from the fuselage and splits apart to form feet. The two powerful wings flip and rotate around to form up near the head as shoulders. Finally, the cockpit does a 180 and Powerglide is in robot mode.

StarFighter<Sixshot> moves southwest to Iran.

StarFighter<Sixshot> has left.

Blaster slowly, but surely begins to make his way back to the shuttle. Seems that for once everyone held their own. Sure the cons won, but I guarantee their mechanic will be making a killing on these chop shop repairs in the near future. Blast continues to stride over to the craft. He hasn't let go of his weapon since the second he stepped in this Country, that has not changed. Never no when you're going to have to Blast your way out of a situation. Oh yea, that's his name. Right. Looking up in the air, at the last fleeing Con. Waving his fist like you're supposed to do when your enemy runs and you've lost.

Grimlock has left.

Grimlock boards the Autobot Hovercraft (Defender II).

From the hovercraft, Grimlock has disconnected.

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