St Petersburg Reclaimed

'''St. Petersburg

Slag is patrolling around the edge of the city. He moves at Dino speed, and it's slow going and he draws more than his own fair share of stares. "Me Slag hate it here..it too cold for dinos." he mutters.

In the bitter cold reaches of St. Petersburg, a heroic tow truck drives on. His mission - make sure Slag doesn't destroy anything too valuable.

High above the once great Russian empire flies a sleek jet, reminiscent of the SR-71 Blackbird, only white. It flies along lazily, despire being capable of extreme speeds and amazing feats aerial agility. After his previous outing in Russia, Snapdragon has been fully repaired, and then he spent the rest of the time wallowing in fresh oil.

Car-Carrier Semi.  rumbles along side the Dinobot, a modest speed to keep in pace with the saurian's slow, ambling pace, "I understand, Slag but we can't just ignore it because of the inhospitable enviornment.." he replied to the Triceratops' grumblings, "I'm sure the Decepticons will choose a warmer climate to lay siege to next time a full scale war breaks loose." he added, sarcasm masked by the practiced sincereity of a diplomat.

Hoist says, "And Slag, as much fun as it is partolling with you Dinobots, I really hope this isn't going to be a repeat of the Disney World incident. Or the Cloverfield incident. Or the 'Little Kiddle' preschool incident. Primus, especially not that last one."

Slag chugs a small gout of flame through his nostrils, turns his head over at his compatriots. "Me Slag say Little Kiddle wasn't my fault! Him Sludge mistake playground dinos for more trapped dinos. Me can't stop him once his mind is made up!"

like the dark bellied SR-71, the arrowhead silhouette that skims over the ground barely over the top of buildings is not wasting any time. Punching under the radar, an orca-patterned supersonic bomber blasts past cathedral walls, triangulating her way toward the Decepticon Operations Commander and Executive. <> a clarion alto rings out on local frequencies.

Razorclaw flies in from above going over the defensive schematics that Onslaught has made available, the Autobots coming up on his internal scanners. "Primus....Slag and Ultra Magnus are here....awaiting your orders, Onslaught." The skies are generally a safer place for the Decepticons, but with Slag in the area their tactical advantage is negated.

Onslaught is driving along the highway that leads to the city of St. Petersburg, his lengthed vehicle mode momentarily obscured by the arrowhead shape of Fusillade as she flies over him, before he turns his turret around to face front. He switches his onboard radar systems to active as he begins to plot a map of the nearby ground units.  His turret twists in another direction as he comes to a slow halt, as if trying to draw a bead on the Autobots, before communicating with Razorclaw. 

Snapdragon sends a grunt over the radio in response to the chatter from his fellow Decepticons. He finds little need to add to the banter, and continues on until he's over the city of St. Petersburg. Without bothering to make a proper descent to the city, Snapdragon simply transforms into his robot mode, and falls out of the air like a ton of bricks. A very filthy ton of bricks. He lands with a resounding *THUD*, setting off car alarms in a wide radius, and waits.

Car-Carrier Semi.  cringes inwardly with each and every mention of the the 'incidents'. Dinobots.. The Ark's cursed gift to the Autobot front lines.. "I'm sure his heart was in the right place." he added in assurence to Slag's claim.

Thankfuly their conversation is cut short, chatter over local military frequencies of encroaching UFO's.. one of which had just plummeted below radar range and right into view. "Enemies inbound, 'Bots. You all know the drill let's goto work!"

Slag nods sagely, "Me Slag know drill. Me kill Da Cepty Cons."

Hoist also seems game for a fray. "Understood, Magnus!"

<> Fusillade remarks to Snapdragon, before she flicks nose canards, and deftly dips one slender wing to thunder past St. Isaac's Cathedral. She nearly stalls out at a radio transmission, and swings back out to the location of the Autobots and their reinforcements, snapping off a pair of small Mk 84 bombs to stir up activity. The weapons detonate, damaging several cars and the east walls and embankment of a garrison. Menace to buildings everywhere!

<> Snapdragon snaps back to Fusillade, over the radio. <> He responds, while slowly stomping down a street. Not exactly known for following orders, at least today he has one that he doesn't mind listening to: Tussle with a Dinobot! Snapdragon grunts smugly, and lines up Slag in his sights, before firing a blast of purple energy. "Hey, ugly! Come get some."

Razorclaw falls in beside Onslaught, keeping flight as he does not know the Combaticon's plan of attack. The energon seems to pump faster through his circuits, the battle is at hand....this is the reason that he was created. There will be no mercy here today, no fulfilled pleas for compassion. "Autobots....leave now, or be destroyed."

Slag takes the smattering of laser fire and it hisses against his thick hide. "Me Slag always want more than some." and his horns crackle with energy before arcing together and shooting at at Snap dragon in a lightning-like strike.

Onslaught stops his forward motion, his motor sounds fading into the still air, before he shifts into his battlestation mode. His turret is already tracking the signal of Ultra Magnus as the Autobot moves closer toward their ranks before he finishes plotting the tracjetory. His turret stills in it's housing before two dual blasts of energy shoot forward and fly right toward Magnus.

Hoist sighs as he hears Razorclaw's ultimatium. Since when have the Decepticons shown any mercy? Hoist saves the rhetoric for another day as he transforms in time to doge a smattering of wild weapon fire. His wrists transform into twin ion blasters.

Bolts of light come arcing from the sky, Ultra Magnus with his sensors more focused on reports of missile impacts in a nearby garrison and the appearence of Snapdragon goes ignorant of their approach until it is too late.

Onte two the bolts hammer into him, first slamming down on the top of his cab, the second crashing against his trailer. Tires squeel as he jerks his drive train in a flinch, quickly rushing to regain control. "I'm going to go see who's dropping presents." reports Magnus as he peels away from the group turning down a side street and tracking the residual energy trail back to the source.

Soon he comes upon the pair of Gestalt Commanders, bursting through a low wall to intrude into oncoming traffic, casual motorists having headed for safety by now. "Onslaught, you're making a habit of getting on my nerves." greets Magnus as he reveals a set of miniguns on either side of the cab section, "Atleast you brought better help this time." and with that he lets loose with a rattle of weapons fire upon the immobile Onslaught, Razorclaw and his ultimatum ignored. Ultra Magnus strikes Onslaught with pistol.

Snapdragon doesn't even bother to dodge the pathetic-looking blast of electricity, he'll save his energy for when the Dinobot /really/ shoots him. It singes a hole in Snapdragon's armor, burning away some of his lubricating sludge. Snapdragon folds back into his own dinosaur mode, lumbering towards Slag, because it's time to go old-school, t-rex style. He snarls at Slag, and lunges in with a vicious bite full of sword-like teeth!

Steering clear of the Dinobot and Snapdragon to let them duke it out in the time-honored fashion of rivals, Fusillade swings over the tattered weeds poking out from one of the lots between the Autobot Commander and the Combaticon leader. Ultra Magnus advertises his position by opening fire. <> At that point, a seam opens up on her belly, and a sabot round flings free. Spinning, it fragments mid-air, sending spindles of high-density metal in Ultra Magnus's torso.

Sweepcraft  descends into the fray, firing his machine guns at the Dinobot. "It's time to turn Slag into....slag!" he shouts. Dinobots were difficult opponents at the best of times, but the Sweep is eager to fight anyway.

Some would think that an oncoming Ultra Magnus in full tractor trailer mode would inspire fear and panic, luckily for this Predacon...he is void of such emotions. Tightening his flight pattern he comes up alongside the Autobot, finally transforming into his lion mode and leaping towards the side of the cab.

"You're going to end up just like Optimus....lifeless. Dead at the hands of a Decepticon. Quite a legacy to leave your troops."

Slag is getting double-teamed again. This is nothing new. Especially considering who all is involved. "Me Slag say you cheap Grimlock knock-off. You don't even bite as hard as him Grimlock do!" and to Sunder he says, "I finish Jurrasic Park here, then I call here kitty kitty kitty.." he makes that horrible laughing noise before lunging at Snapdragon in a similiar manner that Ultra Magnus just did.

Onslaught is already tracking Magnus as the Autobot warrior speeds up, an audible ka-chunk sound radiating from him, as he switches his ammunition type. Just as Magnus strikes Razorclaw a brace of shot range rockets blast from his barrels before igniting their fuel reserves and curving toward the Autobot.

Snapdragon's response to Slag's calling him a 'cheap Grimlock ripoff' is a furious roar, shoattering any nearby widows with the pure volume of it. Slag's horns strike Snapdragon's armoured underbelly, leaving three gashes, but Snapdragon doesn't even seem to mind. "ME? I'm no rip-off, I turn into a JET. Does Grimlock turn into a slaggin' JET?" Snapdragon roars again, and lashes out again with his filthy, tooth-filled jaws.

He may not have the title of 'King of the Road' but Ultra Magnus causes just as much pain as Motormaster could hope to inflict. Sliding down the side of the cab after the attack, Razorclaw becomes entangled in the barrage of tires that the Autobot rolls over him. The weight behind the tires crushing the side of the big cat's armor. Like any cat, though, he lands on his feet.....though this kitty has missile launchers mounted above each shoulder.

The weapon systems hum to life, each missile launcher surging with energy before the attack. "Face it Magnus, you are outmatched.....die gracefully."

The ratcheting of Onslaught's cannons imparts a wariness to Fusillade's flight, and she swings back around to lay down cover fire that... really isn't needed. As Razorclaw lays into the carrier, she pulls up hard, streaking over building tops and transforming. Sending up chunks of concrete and brick as she skids to a halt, she oh ho hos to herself as she spies the match between Snapdragon and Slag. "No Grimlock, huh? Hmm." She unholsters her chrome-plated Desert Eagle styled argon disruptor, and lays down some more cover fire.

The sleek bomber rears up, wings collapsing onto hips even as the rear fuselage splits to form arms. The horizontal stabilizer slides up, the forward fuselage folds up accordian style, and Fusillade hops up on thrustered feet.

Car-Carrier Semi. 's tires grind Predabits into the road as he rumbles on at full speed, tires shrieking as he jerks to avoid the sudden rush of rockets, asphalt left in ruins in his wake. Razorclaw's missiles leave his trailer in ruins, so much of a sparking mass left dragging in his wake as he continues on his forward rush into Onslaught.. the more stationary target who wouldn't quite have the luxery of rolling to either side of a oncoming City Commander.

Sweepcraft  banks as he passes over Slag, maneuvering for another pass. It looks like Snapdragon has the Dinobot's attention for now. Just after Fusillade attacks, the Sweep returns, opening fire with his plasma cannons. "Hey SLAG!" Sweepcraft  shouts, "You like fire, don't you? Well HAVE SOME!"

Onslaught is sent rolling across the round in a circle as Ultra Magnus strikes him, his turret rotating violently, as he tries to get his systems back under control. He shifts all power to his turret hydraluics as his rate of spin begins to slow, reloading them, before trying for a snap shot at Ultra Magnus.

Slag takes the bite on his plated collar, ripping one of them off. He grunts in pain as energon begins to flow. It's just then that Fusillade's shots strike him, doing little damage but leaving a couple of nasty bullet holes leaking energon in the side of his thick hide. He turns towards the bomber, "Me Slag say you too now?" snorts flame and his eyes begin to glow electric blue. "FINE!" he roars, "You all want some of Slag? Good! Me Slag want some of all of you, too!!" and his snout begins to glow along with his eyes as he levels a gaze first at Snapdragon "Him Grimlock no need to turn into Jet." Then to Sunder, "What are you? Dense? Are you Da Cepty Cons retarded or something?" Then finally back to Fusillade, "Don't you know who him Grimlock is?" His snout begins to glow as the white hot plasma begin to spurt out as he shouts, "Him Grimlock KING!!!"

Razorclaw watches Ultra Magnus collide with the battle station of Onslaught, the latter of which suffering enormous damage from the attack. Within a few giant leaps the Predacon is nearby the collision, transforming with his energy sword in hand. Debris from both combatants litter the ground, but Razorclaw sidesteps the carnage and takes advantage of the situation....his sword cutting through the air.

Snapdragon snorts a litle gout of flames, as he leaps aside from Slag's dazzling arc of electricity. "Just because I'm a dinosaur doesn't mean I'm an IDIOT, Slag." Snapdragon snarls, and begis to back away from the mechatriceratops. Snapdragon spits a glob of black oil at Slag, and stomps away, looking for somewhere to make a nest or a pile of goo or something.

The shouts from onlookers, the crash of metal between Magnus, Razorclaw and Onslaught as they continue to duke it out is lost in the cacophony of sounds in Fusillade's immediate area. As the Dinobot sears the entire city block, Fusillade attempts to grab for a wingblade to deflect the flames. She isn't quick enough though, and suffers several sets of cracking joints, she hisses out archly, "Oh, EVERYONE needs to turn into a jet." And then, snapping off a charred chest panel, she jams a clawed hand into her torso, and extricates an outsized warhead. Curling it and her wrist to her shoulder, she whipcracks her hand out, sending the checker-patterned munition whistling for the cybernetic ceratopsian's low-slung chest.

His trailer a wreck and the attack still on fierce and heavy, Ultra Magnus is forced to transform into his slighter incarnation, a devastating missile streaking in from the tumbling Onslaught even as he begins to contort and shift, it hammers him and flings him from his feet, snow white armor desacrated and ruined further.

Grit drives him back to his feet, smoke billowing out of a mangled side, a foul chimney as internal systems smolder and char.

Predacon turns scavanger, thinking to claim him while he is weak only to have the battered commander show what life remains in his servos. A white gauntlet snaps out to Razorclaw's wrist as he comes in for the reaping stroke, holding the strike away with his failing strength. A twist and a turn brings his hip thrusting towards the beast machine's middle attempting to act as a pivot that he could leaver Razorclaw's mass over in order to send him flying towards onslaught.

'''The rest of the log is missing! Please fill it in if you have the remainder of the battle! :)'''