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For some time Aero Blade laid motionless on the floor, his optic band black to indicate his lack of conciousness. As Steelskin started to move in, there was a faint flicker of light where his optic uits would appear, but they did not activate.
As Steelskin came to stand over the tech, Aero Blade's hand moved slightly, incidentally closing around a long, jagged piece of debris metal that it had come to rest on. The hand a moment later openned and then closed again, now gripping tightly instead of just feeling what was benieth it.
When Steelskin's foot began to rise, so too did his would-be prey with lightning speed, wielding the jagged metal like a sword for a slashing uppercut at the knockoff.
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Council Ruins
Smokescreen had been about to step in and help Aero Blade when he saw the technician lash out viciously at the knockoff that was attacking him. If he hadn't known so much about the other Autobot's past, he would have been seriously concerned by such a behavioural about-face, and in truth he still was...but he understood it, so he wouldn't push things. If, when this was all over, Aero wanted to talk about how the battle had made him feel, then Smokescreen would be there for him. If not, he would leave the other Autobot to sort things out on his own.
For now, anyway.
Keeping half an optic on that engagement, he activated his comlink. "All Alliance forces, this is Smokescreen. We've got transport on the way. If you need to be evacuated or need help with an enemy, give me your location. Otherwise, finish what you're doing and return to the ruins. Smokescreen out."
Switching to another channel, he said, "Acknowledged, Ratchet. Glad to hear you're moving again. You had us worried. I'll send someone to watch over you."
Glancing back over his shoulder, he barked, "Buzzsaw, get that mouldy chassis of yours into gear and go help the Doc! And take Cosmos with you!"
"I'll give you mouldy..." Buzzsaw grumbled. Swooping up higher into the air, he squawked, "Come along, Cosmos. Your medical friend is in need of some assistance, what?"
As Cosmos swept along in the cassetticon's wake, he decided that some kinds of company were even worse than the lonely void of space.
(OOC: Taking over the little green flying saucer for verytired
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Highway
Bluestreak shrugged fractionally. "He said we won," the gunner said with a hint of bitterness in his voice. "We can go home now."
It occurred to Bluestreak that Dirge, like himself, really wouldn't find much comfort in that. Dirge's home may not have been turned into a radioactive wasteland like Praxis had, but it was going to be filled with people who thought of the conehead as a traitor. Which fate was worse, Bluestreak didn't want to contemplate.
"Smokey, this is Bluestreak. I'm on the highway leading to the garrison. I've got Dirge with me. We're both in pretty rough shape, I'm not sure we'll be able to make it back."
"Acknowledged, Bluestreak. The transport will grab you. Smokescreen out."
Smokescreen had been about to step in and help Aero Blade when he saw the technician lash out viciously at the knockoff that was attacking him. If he hadn't known so much about the other Autobot's past, he would have been seriously concerned by such a behavioural about-face, and in truth he still was...but he understood it, so he wouldn't push things. If, when this was all over, Aero wanted to talk about how the battle had made him feel, then Smokescreen would be there for him. If not, he would leave the other Autobot to sort things out on his own.
For now, anyway.
Keeping half an optic on that engagement, he activated his comlink. "All Alliance forces, this is Smokescreen. We've got transport on the way. If you need to be evacuated or need help with an enemy, give me your location. Otherwise, finish what you're doing and return to the ruins. Smokescreen out."
Switching to another channel, he said, "Acknowledged, Ratchet. Glad to hear you're moving again. You had us worried. I'll send someone to watch over you."
Glancing back over his shoulder, he barked, "Buzzsaw, get that mouldy chassis of yours into gear and go help the Doc! And take Cosmos with you!"
"I'll give you mouldy..." Buzzsaw grumbled. Swooping up higher into the air, he squawked, "Come along, Cosmos. Your medical friend is in need of some assistance, what?"
As Cosmos swept along in the cassetticon's wake, he decided that some kinds of company were even worse than the lonely void of space.
(OOC: Taking over the little green flying saucer for verytired
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Highway
Bluestreak shrugged fractionally. "He said we won," the gunner said with a hint of bitterness in his voice. "We can go home now."
It occurred to Bluestreak that Dirge, like himself, really wouldn't find much comfort in that. Dirge's home may not have been turned into a radioactive wasteland like Praxis had, but it was going to be filled with people who thought of the conehead as a traitor. Which fate was worse, Bluestreak didn't want to contemplate.
"Smokey, this is Bluestreak. I'm on the highway leading to the garrison. I've got Dirge with me. We're both in pretty rough shape, I'm not sure we'll be able to make it back."
"Acknowledged, Bluestreak. The transport will grab you. Smokescreen out."
Towards the Highway near the Garrison
“Thanks, Smokescreen,” Ratchet replied. “Though, at the current stage of things, it may not be necessary. Better safe than sorry, I suppose.”
Closing transmission, Ratchet reverted his attention back on the road ahead, the Council Ruins becoming little more that a smoky grey blur on the horizon.
Ratchet accelerated once he was along the the narrow stretch of highway that led towards the Garrison, his engines roaring by the sudden jump in velocity. Ratchet had earlier taken the precaution to re-configure the frequency level of his diagnostic input and radar read-out of his navigational systems, allowing him to make a read out of even the faintest life forms within the vicinity. Because he was able to make a read out of them, Bluestreak and Dirge’s coordinates were set to his plotted course, well before the Council Ruins were nothing more than a speck on his rear-view.
His scanners also offered Ratchet a degree of comfort once he realized that Cosmos and Buzzsaw were nearby, who had be dispatched to escort the combat medic safely along the Highway.
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With his headlights on, pointing diagonally downward to the road, Ratchet continued to race along the stretch of the broken highway, until he spotted the Garrison along the horizon, which seemed to grow larger by each second.
“Ah,” he said with an upward inflection. “There they are.”
As soon as Ratchet was able to make a clear visual of Dirge and Bluestreak, his scanners began to feed him the data of their condition.
“Hmm. Both in critical stage,” he mused, his tone becoming more solemn.
Ratchet gradually reduced his speed as he approached them. He grinded to a halt only few yards away from where Dirge and Bluestreak had taken rest, the wheels of his secondary mode slowly crushing small bits of rubble until they sat idle.
Ratchet transformed back to his primary, his face, despite his efforts to smile warmly through it, revealed a disquieted expression. Ratchet approached them with a slight limp, still a bit tender from his earlier encounter with Wrench.
“Hello there…don’t mind the limp,” He said, smiling comfortingly to the pair. “As always, I’m here to help.”
“Thanks, Smokescreen,” Ratchet replied. “Though, at the current stage of things, it may not be necessary. Better safe than sorry, I suppose.”
Closing transmission, Ratchet reverted his attention back on the road ahead, the Council Ruins becoming little more that a smoky grey blur on the horizon.
Ratchet accelerated once he was along the the narrow stretch of highway that led towards the Garrison, his engines roaring by the sudden jump in velocity. Ratchet had earlier taken the precaution to re-configure the frequency level of his diagnostic input and radar read-out of his navigational systems, allowing him to make a read out of even the faintest life forms within the vicinity. Because he was able to make a read out of them, Bluestreak and Dirge’s coordinates were set to his plotted course, well before the Council Ruins were nothing more than a speck on his rear-view.
His scanners also offered Ratchet a degree of comfort once he realized that Cosmos and Buzzsaw were nearby, who had be dispatched to escort the combat medic safely along the Highway.
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With his headlights on, pointing diagonally downward to the road, Ratchet continued to race along the stretch of the broken highway, until he spotted the Garrison along the horizon, which seemed to grow larger by each second.
“Ah,” he said with an upward inflection. “There they are.”
As soon as Ratchet was able to make a clear visual of Dirge and Bluestreak, his scanners began to feed him the data of their condition.
“Hmm. Both in critical stage,” he mused, his tone becoming more solemn.
Ratchet gradually reduced his speed as he approached them. He grinded to a halt only few yards away from where Dirge and Bluestreak had taken rest, the wheels of his secondary mode slowly crushing small bits of rubble until they sat idle.
Ratchet transformed back to his primary, his face, despite his efforts to smile warmly through it, revealed a disquieted expression. Ratchet approached them with a slight limp, still a bit tender from his earlier encounter with Wrench.
“Hello there…don’t mind the limp,” He said, smiling comfortingly to the pair. “As always, I’m here to help.”
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Near the Garrison
Override didn't waste time, and taking profit of Hopper's momentary disorientation, the triggerbot rolled towards the nearby ruins, and tried to hid from the knock-off, trying to gain soem time for his internal systems to repair the damage.
On the sky, Dogfight arrived and detected the firefight.
" Hey! " the winged triggerbot yelled, pointing his nose towards Hooper.
Override didn't waste time, and taking profit of Hopper's momentary disorientation, the triggerbot rolled towards the nearby ruins, and tried to hid from the knock-off, trying to gain soem time for his internal systems to repair the damage.
On the sky, Dogfight arrived and detected the firefight.
" Hey! " the winged triggerbot yelled, pointing his nose towards Hooper.
Council Ruins...
Hopper shook his head to help recalibrate his gyro-mechanisms: steadied, he saw Override dive behind some ruins.
"Comrade? No wonder he died if you all showed bravery like that!"
With this, Hopper leaped into the air to try and clear the ruins, oblivious to the oncoming Dogfight...
Steelskin stopped laughing, perhaps the first time he'd consciously done so: Aeroblades piece of Frag had sunk into the exposed Servos behind his raised legs knee with a Crunch and a Schlink: off-balance, he tried to bring his leg down sharply to get the metal out, wincing as he tried-
Mug Shrieked as perceptors fingers cut through the weak point of his shoulder and into circuit cluster: his shoulder spasming, Mug fell-rolled of the Scientist, half-mindedy kicking out at his enemy as he hit the dirt; he dropped the broken shoulder cannon and was instead clutching his whacked out shoulder-
Garrison
Creatures limited mind stopped as Carnivacs eye blasts caught him square in the chest and punched through to his main oil pump: his cracked chest leaking oil rapidly, the Knock off was carried forward by his own momentum, but without control landed at the Infiltrators feet, face down and leaking rapidly.
Creature tried to comprehend what was happening; soon, it dawned on the failing mind, that what was happening, was..
Nothing.
Hopper shook his head to help recalibrate his gyro-mechanisms: steadied, he saw Override dive behind some ruins.
"Comrade? No wonder he died if you all showed bravery like that!"
With this, Hopper leaped into the air to try and clear the ruins, oblivious to the oncoming Dogfight...
Steelskin stopped laughing, perhaps the first time he'd consciously done so: Aeroblades piece of Frag had sunk into the exposed Servos behind his raised legs knee with a Crunch and a Schlink: off-balance, he tried to bring his leg down sharply to get the metal out, wincing as he tried-
Mug Shrieked as perceptors fingers cut through the weak point of his shoulder and into circuit cluster: his shoulder spasming, Mug fell-rolled of the Scientist, half-mindedy kicking out at his enemy as he hit the dirt; he dropped the broken shoulder cannon and was instead clutching his whacked out shoulder-
Garrison
Creatures limited mind stopped as Carnivacs eye blasts caught him square in the chest and punched through to his main oil pump: his cracked chest leaking oil rapidly, the Knock off was carried forward by his own momentum, but without control landed at the Infiltrators feet, face down and leaking rapidly.
Creature tried to comprehend what was happening; soon, it dawned on the failing mind, that what was happening, was..
Nothing.
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Council Ruins
Steelskin would not find the metal shard dislodged so easily, not with Aero Blade still holding tight to it. Now that he was situated in a croched possition, he adjusted his grip on the metal and abruptly yanked backwards, pulling the metal at an odd angle so that it would inflict more damage than it would have if it was pulled out straight. As Aero Blade pulled backward, he also jumped a short distance away, putting some space between himself and Steelskin.
He had landed perched on a piece of rubble, standing in an almost relaxed stance with the 'sword' at his side, the tech's optic band stil black just as when he had been offline. After a moment his optics finally came on, but they were not as they had been before, now a red isntead of blue. With it's new color his optics had taken on an almost firy appearance, and they new seemed to be burning into Steelskin.
Aero Blade remained as he was only a moment before taking a ready stance, bringing the metal shard back into possition as though holding a sword ready to attack, waiting for Steelskin's next move.
Highway
Dirge looked up briefly as Ratchet arrived, still in his hazy state. It seemed to take him a moment to realize who it was that had arrived before he finally responded.
"Hello Ratchet...." Dirge spoke, hesitating as though unsure of his decision of who he was seeing.
Steelskin would not find the metal shard dislodged so easily, not with Aero Blade still holding tight to it. Now that he was situated in a croched possition, he adjusted his grip on the metal and abruptly yanked backwards, pulling the metal at an odd angle so that it would inflict more damage than it would have if it was pulled out straight. As Aero Blade pulled backward, he also jumped a short distance away, putting some space between himself and Steelskin.
He had landed perched on a piece of rubble, standing in an almost relaxed stance with the 'sword' at his side, the tech's optic band stil black just as when he had been offline. After a moment his optics finally came on, but they were not as they had been before, now a red isntead of blue. With it's new color his optics had taken on an almost firy appearance, and they new seemed to be burning into Steelskin.
Aero Blade remained as he was only a moment before taking a ready stance, bringing the metal shard back into possition as though holding a sword ready to attack, waiting for Steelskin's next move.
Highway
Dirge looked up briefly as Ratchet arrived, still in his hazy state. It seemed to take him a moment to realize who it was that had arrived before he finally responded.
"Hello Ratchet...." Dirge spoke, hesitating as though unsure of his decision of who he was seeing.
Highway
"Hey, doc," Bluestreak waved to Ratchet. "Don't think I don't see you looking at me like I'm a collection of spare parts, either. I'm not that badly off, even if I probably look it." The gunner tried to smile reassuringly, but all he could manage was a pained wince. "Anyway, unless you've got a spare Bluestreak in your pocket, you won't be able to help me too much right now. The flyboy sounds like he's in pretty bad shape, though. You might want to take a look at him before you start worrying about me. I mean, if you'd like to. You are the doctor, after all."
Realizing that he'd started to ramble again, Bluestreak forced himself to shut up.
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Buzzsaw settled on the ground beside the wounded Dirge. The buzzard's beak hung open for a moment, as if he was going to taunt the damaged traitor. Then it snapped shut, as if he had thought better of it.
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Cosmos stayed airborne, scanning the area to make sure no enemies arrived and got the jump on the medic and his patients.
"Hey, doc," Bluestreak waved to Ratchet. "Don't think I don't see you looking at me like I'm a collection of spare parts, either. I'm not that badly off, even if I probably look it." The gunner tried to smile reassuringly, but all he could manage was a pained wince. "Anyway, unless you've got a spare Bluestreak in your pocket, you won't be able to help me too much right now. The flyboy sounds like he's in pretty bad shape, though. You might want to take a look at him before you start worrying about me. I mean, if you'd like to. You are the doctor, after all."
Realizing that he'd started to ramble again, Bluestreak forced himself to shut up.
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Buzzsaw settled on the ground beside the wounded Dirge. The buzzard's beak hung open for a moment, as if he was going to taunt the damaged traitor. Then it snapped shut, as if he had thought better of it.
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Cosmos stayed airborne, scanning the area to make sure no enemies arrived and got the jump on the medic and his patients.
OOC NOTE
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And please don't try to steal anyone else's characters. Everyone has at least until the new storyline kicks off to re-register their claims on the guys they're running now.
The RPG staff have decided to start a new roll call thread to go along with the new storyline we'll be starting soon. Please go there and post your character rosters.
And please don't try to steal anyone else's characters. Everyone has at least until the new storyline kicks off to re-register their claims on the guys they're running now.
Highway, near the Garrison
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Ratchet smiled back at Bluestreak, just as a small diagnostic scanner ejected from one of usual compartments and into his awaiting palm.
As if sizing the them up and down, Ratchet pointed the small device first at Bluestreak, followed by Dirge in a yo-yo like gesture. The data that the diagnostic device retrieved was fed back to Ratchet, displaying in esoteric figures and numbers along his vision. Once Ratchet acquired the information he needed, he placed the small contrivance back into its compartment, and produced three kits from their subspaced cache, one container in particular containing the same vials of cybernetic nanomachines and the syringe/plunger gun that he had used earlier on Cosmos and himself.
He knelt in front of the seemingly restful Bluestreak first, syringe in hand. “Well, Bluestreak. You just may be right. Still, I couldn’t help but notice your, umm, unique condition.” Ratchet then gently placed the nozzle of his plunger to Bluestreak’s neck, “Now, hold still. This should only take a nano klik….and there we go!” He announced rather cheerily, as he placed the gun-like syringe back into its container.
“That was a nasty little antigen you had there - courtesy of that knock-off’s alchemical concoction, when it tried to merge with your core processor. That CNM insulin I just pumped into you should prevent it from reproducing, or melding to any vital internal components….not to mention cure you of that disorienting feeling, I imagine that you have. Whatever it was, it was a potent nerve altering agent, looks like it tried to override your autonomic functions – but a primitive toxin all the same. My nanomachines should clean out your systems, with the aid of your own internal repair systems, in no time.”
Ratchet then averted his gaze to Dirge. “The rest of your injuries will have to wait, though. Dirge now requires my undivided attention. Try to relax and let your internal-repair sequences and the CNM’s do their work.”
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After reassessing his damage, Ratchet manually switched Dirge off-line while he worked - his injuries were of course, far more extensive than Bluestreak's.
From one of the containers that he retrieved earlier from subspace, Ratchet fitted Dirge with a placeholder powercore to help stabilize his life readings while he Ratchet operated, and applied the necessary trauma-buffers to the bowed servos and cydraulics, as well as any other vital mechanisms that he couldn’t get at.
The concussive damage that Dirge suffered as a result of his crash was Ratchet’s primary concern, as he toiled tirelessly over Dirge’s cranial region and the localized circuitry. Many of the Dirge’s inner-workings were still of Decepticon origin, but this did not deter the combat medic in any way, as his medical knowledge stretched far beyond Cybertronian.
However, his examination of the exposed Decepticon technology surprised him all the same, as Ratchet had almost forgot that Dirge, at one time, was a in fact a Decepticon. The encounter left him feeling somewhat optimistic towards the state of affairs of the currently allied factions.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Ratchet smiled back at Bluestreak, just as a small diagnostic scanner ejected from one of usual compartments and into his awaiting palm.
As if sizing the them up and down, Ratchet pointed the small device first at Bluestreak, followed by Dirge in a yo-yo like gesture. The data that the diagnostic device retrieved was fed back to Ratchet, displaying in esoteric figures and numbers along his vision. Once Ratchet acquired the information he needed, he placed the small contrivance back into its compartment, and produced three kits from their subspaced cache, one container in particular containing the same vials of cybernetic nanomachines and the syringe/plunger gun that he had used earlier on Cosmos and himself.
He knelt in front of the seemingly restful Bluestreak first, syringe in hand. “Well, Bluestreak. You just may be right. Still, I couldn’t help but notice your, umm, unique condition.” Ratchet then gently placed the nozzle of his plunger to Bluestreak’s neck, “Now, hold still. This should only take a nano klik….and there we go!” He announced rather cheerily, as he placed the gun-like syringe back into its container.
“That was a nasty little antigen you had there - courtesy of that knock-off’s alchemical concoction, when it tried to merge with your core processor. That CNM insulin I just pumped into you should prevent it from reproducing, or melding to any vital internal components….not to mention cure you of that disorienting feeling, I imagine that you have. Whatever it was, it was a potent nerve altering agent, looks like it tried to override your autonomic functions – but a primitive toxin all the same. My nanomachines should clean out your systems, with the aid of your own internal repair systems, in no time.”
Ratchet then averted his gaze to Dirge. “The rest of your injuries will have to wait, though. Dirge now requires my undivided attention. Try to relax and let your internal-repair sequences and the CNM’s do their work.”
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After reassessing his damage, Ratchet manually switched Dirge off-line while he worked - his injuries were of course, far more extensive than Bluestreak's.
From one of the containers that he retrieved earlier from subspace, Ratchet fitted Dirge with a placeholder powercore to help stabilize his life readings while he Ratchet operated, and applied the necessary trauma-buffers to the bowed servos and cydraulics, as well as any other vital mechanisms that he couldn’t get at.
The concussive damage that Dirge suffered as a result of his crash was Ratchet’s primary concern, as he toiled tirelessly over Dirge’s cranial region and the localized circuitry. Many of the Dirge’s inner-workings were still of Decepticon origin, but this did not deter the combat medic in any way, as his medical knowledge stretched far beyond Cybertronian.
However, his examination of the exposed Decepticon technology surprised him all the same, as Ratchet had almost forgot that Dirge, at one time, was a in fact a Decepticon. The encounter left him feeling somewhat optimistic towards the state of affairs of the currently allied factions.
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Council ruins
Perceptor rose slowly, mirroring Mug as he held his hand to his own shoulder, hydraulic fluid and oil flowing freely between his fingers. "Friends ? mere acquaintances. Individuals are expendable in the pursuit of a common denominator."
He straightened as he eyed Mug. "I'm curious... what is your creed ? Consider yourself amoung the defeated faction. What purpose would your annihilation serve for your convictions ?"
"Concede, and I shall provide you with a vessel, medical attention, and freedom."
Perceptor rose slowly, mirroring Mug as he held his hand to his own shoulder, hydraulic fluid and oil flowing freely between his fingers. "Friends ? mere acquaintances. Individuals are expendable in the pursuit of a common denominator."
He straightened as he eyed Mug. "I'm curious... what is your creed ? Consider yourself amoung the defeated faction. What purpose would your annihilation serve for your convictions ?"
"Concede, and I shall provide you with a vessel, medical attention, and freedom."
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Highway
It was for the better that Buzzsaw had decided not to say anything, as Dirge had not at all been aware of the bird's presence. Had he been, despite his injuries, his immediate action would have been to swat at the cassetticon, still not keen on having the blasted buzzard anywhere near him if he could avoid it.
In his current state, though, Buzzsaw might have well have been another piece of rubble, and he hardly reacted as Ratchet came up and switched him off for repairs. With Dirge's condition, it probably wouldn't have mattered whether he was on or offline, but Ratchet recieved no protest as he prepped Dirge.
The seeker's condition though not fatal was still pretty severe, and it would take far more resources than were available in the field to be able to get him fixed up into more than a just opperable state. He was going to need some extensive reconstruction back at HQ before things were over.
Council Ruins
((ooc: With Verytired's clearance, time to knock-off one more knock-off
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Steelskin's injury left him balancing on one foot, unable to put weight on it from having effectively been hollowed out from the metal impaling through it. The change in tech's behavior had been a shock, leaving Steelskin standing there confused as his processor tried to figure out what had happened.
Aero Blade's now bright read optics had been watching Steelskin closely, and the moment of hesitation was all he had needed and had been waiting for. Before the knock-off had chance to realize what was occuring and react, he found the tech charing at him, driving the makeshift sword into his midsection.
Steelskin gripped the metal that now went into and out of him, gasping silently as he looked down at the metal, then at the young bot that had wounded him, almost optic to optic as the tech looked back up at him with those burning red optics. Steelskin would get but a moment to try to understand how the outcome of the battle had changed so suddenly before Aero Blade adjusted his grip on the 'sword' once more before executing a single, final move, forcing the metal upwards through the knock-off's torso and slicing clear through the top of his head.
As Steelskin's operations ceased and his body feel backwards with a heavy metal thud, Aero Blade just stood over him, looking down upon the fallen foe. He looked neither mad or upset, just simply looking blankly at the body. After a moment he finally lifted his head, turning partways towards Smokescreen as his red optics now fixated on the other Autobot, still holding the metal shard in his hand.
It was for the better that Buzzsaw had decided not to say anything, as Dirge had not at all been aware of the bird's presence. Had he been, despite his injuries, his immediate action would have been to swat at the cassetticon, still not keen on having the blasted buzzard anywhere near him if he could avoid it.
In his current state, though, Buzzsaw might have well have been another piece of rubble, and he hardly reacted as Ratchet came up and switched him off for repairs. With Dirge's condition, it probably wouldn't have mattered whether he was on or offline, but Ratchet recieved no protest as he prepped Dirge.
The seeker's condition though not fatal was still pretty severe, and it would take far more resources than were available in the field to be able to get him fixed up into more than a just opperable state. He was going to need some extensive reconstruction back at HQ before things were over.
Council Ruins
((ooc: With Verytired's clearance, time to knock-off one more knock-off
))Steelskin's injury left him balancing on one foot, unable to put weight on it from having effectively been hollowed out from the metal impaling through it. The change in tech's behavior had been a shock, leaving Steelskin standing there confused as his processor tried to figure out what had happened.
Aero Blade's now bright read optics had been watching Steelskin closely, and the moment of hesitation was all he had needed and had been waiting for. Before the knock-off had chance to realize what was occuring and react, he found the tech charing at him, driving the makeshift sword into his midsection.
Steelskin gripped the metal that now went into and out of him, gasping silently as he looked down at the metal, then at the young bot that had wounded him, almost optic to optic as the tech looked back up at him with those burning red optics. Steelskin would get but a moment to try to understand how the outcome of the battle had changed so suddenly before Aero Blade adjusted his grip on the 'sword' once more before executing a single, final move, forcing the metal upwards through the knock-off's torso and slicing clear through the top of his head.
As Steelskin's operations ceased and his body feel backwards with a heavy metal thud, Aero Blade just stood over him, looking down upon the fallen foe. He looked neither mad or upset, just simply looking blankly at the body. After a moment he finally lifted his head, turning partways towards Smokescreen as his red optics now fixated on the other Autobot, still holding the metal shard in his hand.
Highway
Bluestreak nodded appreciatively to Ratchet his head was already starting to clear as the medic's injection set to work. However, the unfortunate side-effect of that healing was that the pain of his many physical injuries was now growing stronger. The gunner slumped to the ground in a vaguely comfortable sitting position.
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Council Ruins
Smokescreen remained perfectly calm as Aero Blade turned to look at him with red optics. The tactician simply raised one optic ridge at the other Autobot and waited for him to make his next move.
Bluestreak nodded appreciatively to Ratchet his head was already starting to clear as the medic's injection set to work. However, the unfortunate side-effect of that healing was that the pain of his many physical injuries was now growing stronger. The gunner slumped to the ground in a vaguely comfortable sitting position.
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Council Ruins
Smokescreen remained perfectly calm as Aero Blade turned to look at him with red optics. The tactician simply raised one optic ridge at the other Autobot and waited for him to make his next move.
In the distance, illuminating the skies like nothing that had done so before, the Plasma Energy Chambers energies rose up like a dome, swallowing the Tagaan hieghts and spreading ever outward, Streamer like tendrils questing outward for all Transformer life, searching to end it all.
(OOC: Translation: you can all see it, but it aint here yet. See iacon for details.)
(OOC: Translation: you can all see it, but it aint here yet. See iacon for details.)
Highway, near the Garrison
Ratchet continued to operate on the unconscious Dirge, having just finished repairing the delicate cybernetic 'tissue', as well as any protective plating around of the Seeker’s cranium.
After sealing off the exposed circuits, applying the necessary trauma buffers where needed, Ratchet refitted Dirge’s cone-shaped crown to its rightful place. Ratchet’s hand cradled the back of Dirge’s head, who’s expression appeared seemingly peaceful, as he slowly and very gently placed it back to the ground.
With the concussive damage successfully mended, as well as any other injury that required immediate attention, Ratchet let out a long sigh of relief to himself. “Whew…condition stabilized.”
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After he switched off the placeholder powercore that rested upon Dirge’s lower torso, disconnecting the cables that extended from it that were attached to the Seeker, and placing the life-supporting device back into it’s designated container, Ratchet reexamined his patients condition, via diagnostic read-out.
“Well, now that we’re out of the red. What else needs...” Ratchet’s choked midway when his attention was suddenly diverted by a luminous shaft of light that surged straight up to the sky off the horizon. “What the hell…?!”
In a flash, the shaft seemed to burst, forming into a dome that seemed to engulf the region off in the distance. Spreading. Nearing. Still activated from examining Dirge, Ratchet optics performed a diagnostic read-out of the approaching anomaly, the make up and nature of the energy was instantly analyzed and fed back to Ratchet in the usual figures.
“Oh no.”
In a panic, Ratchet looked worriedly to his two patients, Bluestreak, who still rested nearby the medic, and Dirge, who was still unconscious.
“Gotta think fast, Ratchet!" he looked around. "How can I….Well, I guess it’s better than nothing."
Moving to one of the containers that he had retrieved earlier from subpace, Ratchet frantically rummaged through it, cursing along the way, until he produced four remaining proximity disks for generating an energy dome – the same devices that he used while he operated on Cosmos, and the small remote device used to activate it.
After he situated them haphazardly around the four bots position (OOC: That being Buzzsaw, Dirge, Bluestreak, and Ratchet. Cosmos is still above them keeping watch), Ratchet pointed the tiny remote device at one of the proximity disks, and with his thumb pressed down upon it to generate an energy dome
“Well, here goes nothing!”
Ratchet continued to operate on the unconscious Dirge, having just finished repairing the delicate cybernetic 'tissue', as well as any protective plating around of the Seeker’s cranium.
After sealing off the exposed circuits, applying the necessary trauma buffers where needed, Ratchet refitted Dirge’s cone-shaped crown to its rightful place. Ratchet’s hand cradled the back of Dirge’s head, who’s expression appeared seemingly peaceful, as he slowly and very gently placed it back to the ground.
With the concussive damage successfully mended, as well as any other injury that required immediate attention, Ratchet let out a long sigh of relief to himself. “Whew…condition stabilized.”
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After he switched off the placeholder powercore that rested upon Dirge’s lower torso, disconnecting the cables that extended from it that were attached to the Seeker, and placing the life-supporting device back into it’s designated container, Ratchet reexamined his patients condition, via diagnostic read-out.
“Well, now that we’re out of the red. What else needs...” Ratchet’s choked midway when his attention was suddenly diverted by a luminous shaft of light that surged straight up to the sky off the horizon. “What the hell…?!”
In a flash, the shaft seemed to burst, forming into a dome that seemed to engulf the region off in the distance. Spreading. Nearing. Still activated from examining Dirge, Ratchet optics performed a diagnostic read-out of the approaching anomaly, the make up and nature of the energy was instantly analyzed and fed back to Ratchet in the usual figures.
“Oh no.”
In a panic, Ratchet looked worriedly to his two patients, Bluestreak, who still rested nearby the medic, and Dirge, who was still unconscious.
“Gotta think fast, Ratchet!" he looked around. "How can I….Well, I guess it’s better than nothing."
Moving to one of the containers that he had retrieved earlier from subpace, Ratchet frantically rummaged through it, cursing along the way, until he produced four remaining proximity disks for generating an energy dome – the same devices that he used while he operated on Cosmos, and the small remote device used to activate it.
After he situated them haphazardly around the four bots position (OOC: That being Buzzsaw, Dirge, Bluestreak, and Ratchet. Cosmos is still above them keeping watch), Ratchet pointed the tiny remote device at one of the proximity disks, and with his thumb pressed down upon it to generate an energy dome
“Well, here goes nothing!”
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Aero Blade
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Whatever had happened to Aero Blade to have the change come over him, he almost seemed like a completely different bot now. His new red optics just seemed to pierce right through Smokescreen, and his stance read nothing but aggression, something that seemed almost completely out of character for the usually peaceful and meek tech.
Smokescreen would soon find Stratus perching on his shoulder, finally having finished watching and now coming to some action. "You're doing good now, but you're gonna have to do more than stand here," Stratus wispered into Smokescreen's audio receptor. "He's double dangerous when he's got anything swordlike. If he doesn't get a fight here, he's gonna go looking somewhere else, and I don't think that other guy's ready to deal with him should...uh oh..."
Stratus had trailed off on account of Aero Blade looking away, his attention now focusing in on something else. Smokescreen not of enough interest, Aero Blade had now homed in on Perceptor, just as Stratus had been warning about a moment ago.
"A bad blow to the head started this - if we can do it again things ought to go back, but he'll see you coming from this distance and turn on you," Stratus started whispering again to Smokescreen. "If you think you can do it, I'll try to keep him from doing to you what he did to the first guy..."
Smokescreen would soon find Stratus perching on his shoulder, finally having finished watching and now coming to some action. "You're doing good now, but you're gonna have to do more than stand here," Stratus wispered into Smokescreen's audio receptor. "He's double dangerous when he's got anything swordlike. If he doesn't get a fight here, he's gonna go looking somewhere else, and I don't think that other guy's ready to deal with him should...uh oh..."
Stratus had trailed off on account of Aero Blade looking away, his attention now focusing in on something else. Smokescreen not of enough interest, Aero Blade had now homed in on Perceptor, just as Stratus had been warning about a moment ago.
"A bad blow to the head started this - if we can do it again things ought to go back, but he'll see you coming from this distance and turn on you," Stratus started whispering again to Smokescreen. "If you think you can do it, I'll try to keep him from doing to you what he did to the first guy..."
Mug looked incredulousy at Perceptoir as he made his offer. then, his internal systems registered the death of another of one of his Knock Off brothers.
"Why are you offering this to me, Transformer? Is this a trick?"
Mug, still dizzied with pain from his shoulder and confused by the Scientists banter, didn't notice the silhouette of Aeroblade approach...
"Why are you offering this to me, Transformer? Is this a trick?"
Mug, still dizzied with pain from his shoulder and confused by the Scientists banter, didn't notice the silhouette of Aeroblade approach...
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slartibartfast
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Highway
Bluestreak caught sight of the strange golden glow on the horizon, but didn't realize the significance of it. He knew it wasn't any good, though, and was very relieved when Ratchet covered the group with some sort of forcefield.
"Good thinking, Doc."
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Buzzsaw did know, or at the very least suspect, what the plasma dome signified, and he doubted a forcefield would protect them for long. He knew that such talk would only demoralize the troops, though, and for once decided to keep his hooked beak firmly shut.
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Cosmos adjusted his height, rising above the level his sensors told him the dome had attained. He had no clue what it was, but he'd been to too many worlds to think that a sudden, planetary-scale event like this could have signified anything but bad. He felt a pang of guilt; he was capable of spaceflight, and would be able to escape even if the strange energy consumed the whole planet...but he would be alone, one of perhaps only a handful of survivors of his race.
No, he decided firmly. If my friends are going to die, I'm going to stand with them.
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Council Ruins
Smokescreen's piercing blue gaze, when it fell on Stratus, was almost as cold as the one Aero had just turned away from them.
"You," he said, "could have prevented this if you'd shown some of this concern for your partner while he was busy fighting for his life."
The tactician half-bent, picking a vaguely club-shaped chunk of debris from the ground with his free hand. He started to move in Aero's direction as quietly as he could, running through a systems checklist for his shoulder launchers and checking the magazine for his rifle.
"If he notices me, you're going to distract him," he told Stratus in a voice that would broach no argument. "And do a good job of it. I'm in no shape for a melee battle with someone of his pedigree. If I can't stop him, one of my Autobots will kill him...even if he snaps out of this on his own. None of them know what's going on, and they probably wouldn't believe you if you told them. Understood?"
)Highway
Bluestreak caught sight of the strange golden glow on the horizon, but didn't realize the significance of it. He knew it wasn't any good, though, and was very relieved when Ratchet covered the group with some sort of forcefield.
"Good thinking, Doc."
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Buzzsaw did know, or at the very least suspect, what the plasma dome signified, and he doubted a forcefield would protect them for long. He knew that such talk would only demoralize the troops, though, and for once decided to keep his hooked beak firmly shut.
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Cosmos adjusted his height, rising above the level his sensors told him the dome had attained. He had no clue what it was, but he'd been to too many worlds to think that a sudden, planetary-scale event like this could have signified anything but bad. He felt a pang of guilt; he was capable of spaceflight, and would be able to escape even if the strange energy consumed the whole planet...but he would be alone, one of perhaps only a handful of survivors of his race.
No, he decided firmly. If my friends are going to die, I'm going to stand with them.
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Council Ruins
Smokescreen's piercing blue gaze, when it fell on Stratus, was almost as cold as the one Aero had just turned away from them.
"You," he said, "could have prevented this if you'd shown some of this concern for your partner while he was busy fighting for his life."
The tactician half-bent, picking a vaguely club-shaped chunk of debris from the ground with his free hand. He started to move in Aero's direction as quietly as he could, running through a systems checklist for his shoulder launchers and checking the magazine for his rifle.
"If he notices me, you're going to distract him," he told Stratus in a voice that would broach no argument. "And do a good job of it. I'm in no shape for a melee battle with someone of his pedigree. If I can't stop him, one of my Autobots will kill him...even if he snaps out of this on his own. None of them know what's going on, and they probably wouldn't believe you if you told them. Understood?"
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Aero Blade
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Stratus either didn't notice the look or didn't seem to care. "I'll let you know just how stupid that remark sounded later when I'm explaining in great detail the limited number of things I can do to break up a fight between two bots big enough to squish me without even noticing I had been there," He answered in an equally stern, sharp tone. "Maybe if you or someone else had been here to help him out he'd have not gotten his head bashed in the first place. Or he could now be the one lying dead on the floor; I'd say it looks like we both have been equally helpful so far in this...""
As the minicon had warned, after Smokescreen had gotten past about halfway towards closing in on him, Aero Blade's attention shifted back to the tactition again, peering at him with the same red-eyed gaze as before. He hadn't once moved from the same spot he'd been standing at, but that could have been about to change...
Once Aero Blade's attention shifted their way, Stratus immediately sprung into action, leaving Smokescreen's shoulder to transform and shoot past the tech's head. Aero's gaze immediately followed Stratus, Smokescreen's presence almost seeming to be completely forgotten for the moment as he instead seemed to be trying to figure out the reason for the minicon's continued irratic flight patterns nearby.
For the time being that he was watching Stratus, Aero Blade's aggressive stance simply dissapeared. Unlike with Smokescreen and Perceptor, he didn't seem to be viewing Stratus as a potential target, but still as something of great concern. Despite whatever had gone on with his head after taking the blow, he was still showing concern for his miniature partner...
Stratus either didn't notice the look or didn't seem to care. "I'll let you know just how stupid that remark sounded later when I'm explaining in great detail the limited number of things I can do to break up a fight between two bots big enough to squish me without even noticing I had been there," He answered in an equally stern, sharp tone. "Maybe if you or someone else had been here to help him out he'd have not gotten his head bashed in the first place. Or he could now be the one lying dead on the floor; I'd say it looks like we both have been equally helpful so far in this...""
As the minicon had warned, after Smokescreen had gotten past about halfway towards closing in on him, Aero Blade's attention shifted back to the tactition again, peering at him with the same red-eyed gaze as before. He hadn't once moved from the same spot he'd been standing at, but that could have been about to change...
Once Aero Blade's attention shifted their way, Stratus immediately sprung into action, leaving Smokescreen's shoulder to transform and shoot past the tech's head. Aero's gaze immediately followed Stratus, Smokescreen's presence almost seeming to be completely forgotten for the moment as he instead seemed to be trying to figure out the reason for the minicon's continued irratic flight patterns nearby.
For the time being that he was watching Stratus, Aero Blade's aggressive stance simply dissapeared. Unlike with Smokescreen and Perceptor, he didn't seem to be viewing Stratus as a potential target, but still as something of great concern. Despite whatever had gone on with his head after taking the blow, he was still showing concern for his miniature partner...