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Outside the Hospital
"R- Right..." Galestorm mumbled, trying not to wince as Ramjet, not entirely gently, nudged him into a semi-controlled crash-landing near Veteran's Hospital. He transformed noisily. "Thanks." the Seeker mumbled. "Watch out for the Scorponok wannabe- he hugs."
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"Not dead yet?" Zephyr asked. Well, because of his missing jaw what came out was gibberish. He leapt from the rooftop, afterburners on his feet activating to break his fall. The Seeker landed lithely next to Snowclash, dimly aware of Soundwave nearby. The Seeker balled his fists together and attempted to throw a h aymaker punch at Snowclash.
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Heatstroke managed to put out the flames around him when Soundwave shot Infernostrike brutally in the head after a sadistic display. The now charcoal-coloured Seeker shuffled forwards, uncertain what to do now that his quarry was dead.
-Fumarole always said to be good to the bosses...- Heatstroke shrugged and did the polite thing. "Thanks, Soundwave. You're here to help... right? Megs' inside the hospital."
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Veterans' Hospital
Blackjack smiled as he crippled Iceblink's knee joint, and scampered around, putting as much distance between the bombardier and himself. He got the bigger mech angry. That was good.
"Lemme make you a better deal. Surrender and I won't have to make you eat your own cruise missile." Blackjack taunted as he ducked behind Misfire's gurney.
Stormfire and the reporters caught his attention just then, and Blackjack waved his hands at them. "Stormfire! Get those newsmech out of here before they get themselves killed!" As he said this, he ducked out of cover and opened fire, roughly aimed at Iceblink's other knee.
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Detour kept on going, even as Shadowdancer's body fluids drenched him. He saw Downdraft and company in front and let loose with a peal of laughter.
"Yeeesh, couldn't you guys come here sooner?" Detour asked as he transformed, grinning. "Not that I was in any problem, but I wanted to see the look on that super-Sweep's face when he realized it was an older model that did him in. That's some great firepower you're packing, pops."
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Irontread staggered backwards, his chest punctured with bullet holes from Dragonscale's weapons. Instinctively the missile rack on Irontread's back armed and opened fire, launching several missiles at Dragonscale.
What the dim Decepticon did not take into consideration was that in that range, the missiles would damage him as well.
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Fumarole grunted as Blunderbore's punch slammed onto his chin. He felt several linkages severing themselves in his neck. Desperately he tried aiming his lasers at Blunderbore, only to find the weapons jammed during his fall. "Aw, hell..."
[Original RPG] Eye of the Storm: The Whips and Scorns of Time (Kaon)
Veteran’s Hospital
Vindicator’s shoulder mounted cannons flipped back onto his shoulders as he stood his ground watching Headstriker accelerate towards him. He quickly powered his energy sword back up in preparation inevitable close combat.
Just as he was about to take a strike at traitor with his sword, at the last second he raised his shotgun and fire a shot off at Headstiker.
Vindicator’s shoulder mounted cannons flipped back onto his shoulders as he stood his ground watching Headstriker accelerate towards him. He quickly powered his energy sword back up in preparation inevitable close combat.
Just as he was about to take a strike at traitor with his sword, at the last second he raised his shotgun and fire a shot off at Headstiker.
Veterans' Hospital
"Hmm, nice." Zenith stepped round his Commander and singled out Blunderbore. "Now, let me have a go, yes?"
Like his brother, Azimuth, Zenith did not carry conventional weapons for, back when they were being constructed, Shockwave had wanted to try some experimental items. Thrusting his left hand out before him, fingers spread, Zenith generated an anti-gravity force which rippled towards Blunderbore; if it connected, it would pluck him clean from the ground to slam helplessly into the ceiling...
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"Oh, geez," Transcan said.
"They're not paying any attention to us," Relay noted. "They saw us here earlier. They know we're not the enemy."
Stormfire pushed Transmission, but was too slight to have any practical effect. "Then move it, 'bots. Get through that door!"
"Hmm, nice." Zenith stepped round his Commander and singled out Blunderbore. "Now, let me have a go, yes?"
Like his brother, Azimuth, Zenith did not carry conventional weapons for, back when they were being constructed, Shockwave had wanted to try some experimental items. Thrusting his left hand out before him, fingers spread, Zenith generated an anti-gravity force which rippled towards Blunderbore; if it connected, it would pluck him clean from the ground to slam helplessly into the ceiling...
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"Oh, geez," Transcan said.
"They're not paying any attention to us," Relay noted. "They saw us here earlier. They know we're not the enemy."
Stormfire pushed Transmission, but was too slight to have any practical effect. "Then move it, 'bots. Get through that door!"
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
Outside the Hospital
"I don't play that way," Ramjet told Galestorm. "If he wants to hug, I'll poke his eyes out!"
He pulled away from the other jet, who was now more-or-less gliding to safety, and looped back to find Thundercracker.
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Snowclash frowned, trying to make sense of the gibberish coming out of Zephyr's ruined mouth. He couldn't, but he wasn't sure if the problem was with his audio sensors or the seeker's missing jaw.
He'd managed to climb to his feet by the time Zephyr closed to within striking distance, and he narrowly avoided taking two fists to the face. The blow clanged off of his shoulder instead, and Snowclash reflected with worry that he hadn't felt it land at all.
Something's busted, he thought to himself. Better get away, but I've got to deal with this buffoon first.
Snowclash's cryo-cannon swivelled toward Zephyr and fired, but it only worked for a fraction of a second before something inside it went pop and a thread of smoke started to rise from the barrel.
"Ah, hell."
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"Son of a--" Hightower's chain gun chewed through Steelclash's tail, slicing it off and sending the now-unstabilized helicopter into a flat spin. After taking a second to realize what was going on, he transformed to robot mode and fell artlessly to the ground.
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"We're here to collect you," Soundwave told Heatstroke without inflection. "Your thanks are not required. He gestured toward the collapsed entrance, then asked, "How do I get inside?"
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Veterans' Hospital
Iceblink scowled as Blackjack taunted him, then tried to cripple his other leg.
"I warned you."
The missile on his left shoulder blasted forward toward the Micromaster. Whether or not it hit, it was going to tear a sizable hole in the side of the room.
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Dragonscale shot one missile out of the air, vaulted over a second one and then batted a third away with his sword. Unfortunately, all three of them detonated close enough that they engulfed him with flames anyway.
"Die!" he cackled, charging through the flames toward Irontread with vague animal thoughts that involved impaling the much-larger Transformer with his blade.
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Blunderbore was oblivious to Fumarole's weapons trouble...and Fumarole himself, mostly. He staggered drunkenly past the seeker, swinging his head around ineffectually as he tried to see through the haze of static that was interfering with his vision. Through sheer luck he managed to blunder away from Zenith's attack, but his path was taking him toward the triple-changers.
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Headstriker was prepared to dodge a sword strike, but a shotgun blast was too much even for him. The buckshot tore through his windshield before slamming into the rear of his passenger compartment. The Decepticon skidded, then careened sideways toward Megatron.
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For his part, the Decepticon leader held his ground until the car was almost upon him...then punched straight downward, driving his fist through the hood of the car. Megatron pulled his fist out, then nodded with satisfaction at the wrecked enemy.
"Good work, Vindicator," Megatron said sincerely.
"I don't play that way," Ramjet told Galestorm. "If he wants to hug, I'll poke his eyes out!"
He pulled away from the other jet, who was now more-or-less gliding to safety, and looped back to find Thundercracker.
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Snowclash frowned, trying to make sense of the gibberish coming out of Zephyr's ruined mouth. He couldn't, but he wasn't sure if the problem was with his audio sensors or the seeker's missing jaw.
He'd managed to climb to his feet by the time Zephyr closed to within striking distance, and he narrowly avoided taking two fists to the face. The blow clanged off of his shoulder instead, and Snowclash reflected with worry that he hadn't felt it land at all.
Something's busted, he thought to himself. Better get away, but I've got to deal with this buffoon first.
Snowclash's cryo-cannon swivelled toward Zephyr and fired, but it only worked for a fraction of a second before something inside it went pop and a thread of smoke started to rise from the barrel.
"Ah, hell."
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"Son of a--" Hightower's chain gun chewed through Steelclash's tail, slicing it off and sending the now-unstabilized helicopter into a flat spin. After taking a second to realize what was going on, he transformed to robot mode and fell artlessly to the ground.
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"We're here to collect you," Soundwave told Heatstroke without inflection. "Your thanks are not required. He gestured toward the collapsed entrance, then asked, "How do I get inside?"
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Veterans' Hospital
Iceblink scowled as Blackjack taunted him, then tried to cripple his other leg.
"I warned you."
The missile on his left shoulder blasted forward toward the Micromaster. Whether or not it hit, it was going to tear a sizable hole in the side of the room.
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Dragonscale shot one missile out of the air, vaulted over a second one and then batted a third away with his sword. Unfortunately, all three of them detonated close enough that they engulfed him with flames anyway.
"Die!" he cackled, charging through the flames toward Irontread with vague animal thoughts that involved impaling the much-larger Transformer with his blade.
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Blunderbore was oblivious to Fumarole's weapons trouble...and Fumarole himself, mostly. He staggered drunkenly past the seeker, swinging his head around ineffectually as he tried to see through the haze of static that was interfering with his vision. Through sheer luck he managed to blunder away from Zenith's attack, but his path was taking him toward the triple-changers.
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Headstriker was prepared to dodge a sword strike, but a shotgun blast was too much even for him. The buckshot tore through his windshield before slamming into the rear of his passenger compartment. The Decepticon skidded, then careened sideways toward Megatron.
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For his part, the Decepticon leader held his ground until the car was almost upon him...then punched straight downward, driving his fist through the hood of the car. Megatron pulled his fist out, then nodded with satisfaction at the wrecked enemy.
"Good work, Vindicator," Megatron said sincerely.
Outside the Hospital
"Nnn..." Galestorm mumbled as he landed uneasily on his feet, trying to get his bearings.
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Zephyr's mouth would've turned into a mocking grin had he been able too. As it is, all he was able to say to Snowclash was said through his fists. The Seeker lashed out again, aiming again at Snowclash's head, with a noise that was probably supposed to be laughter screeching out of his vocoder.
-Now you die. NOW YOU DIE!-
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"Blow through the rubble, I guess." Heatstroke shrugged at Soundwave's question. "There isn't another entrance. The other Seekers circled the hospital when we first found it. This is the only way in. Bloody stupid old-fashioned stuff, I say."
Heatstroke primed his phosphorus grenades, ready to launch a salvo at a moment's notice.
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Veterans' Hospital
Blackjack had anticipated Iceblink's retaliation with the missile. Sort of, anyway. While he had known there was a chance that his taunts would drive the nautical Decepticon off the deep end, he didn't think that it would take so little for him to launch a missile.
-Ah, well. Live and learn...-
The Micromaster transformed noisily to his vehicle mode, hitting the ground with his tiny wheels spinning. A constant clattering sound from where his feet connected to his back told him that there was something wrong with the connections, but he ignored it as he raced back towards the gurneys where Misfire and Acid Storm were laid on. Chances are, one of them had their weapons active and Blackjack could use it.
The missile tore apart a huge chunk of the floor and wall that Blackjack had been in moments ago. The force of the explosion picked the Micromaster up, and for the second time in the battle, he found himself spinning through the air.
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The explosions from the missiles washed Irontread with flames again, but if he felt any pain at the flames licking his open wounds, it was not evident in his expression.
With a roar, he met Dragonscale's charge with one of his own, fists balled up, in a blow that aimed to crush Dragonscale's head between them. He never noticed the sword...
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Detour watched as Azimuth and Zenith went to work, and opened fire at Blunderbore with a funky-looking weapon. The Micromaster shrugged, and scanned the room. Megatron seemed to have his foe wrapped up nicely, while the Seekers... Detour couldn't care less about them.
Blackjack, though, he cared about, and Detour sighed as he saw his team leader fighting against someone armed with cruise missiles, of all things.
-Blackjack takes too much risks. Never did know how to run away...- Detour thought. With that, he transformed into his vehicle mode and drove towards Iceblink, peppering the nautical Decepticon's back with pinprick lasers. "Hey- pick on someone your own size!"
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Blunderbore's punch, despite his seemingly drunken stupor, found their marks. One slammed onto Fumarole's head while the other caved his stomach in. The Seeker crumpled in a bloodied (well, fuel-ied) heap on Blunderbore's feet, barely alive.
"Nnn..." Galestorm mumbled as he landed uneasily on his feet, trying to get his bearings.
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Zephyr's mouth would've turned into a mocking grin had he been able too. As it is, all he was able to say to Snowclash was said through his fists. The Seeker lashed out again, aiming again at Snowclash's head, with a noise that was probably supposed to be laughter screeching out of his vocoder.
-Now you die. NOW YOU DIE!-
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"Blow through the rubble, I guess." Heatstroke shrugged at Soundwave's question. "There isn't another entrance. The other Seekers circled the hospital when we first found it. This is the only way in. Bloody stupid old-fashioned stuff, I say."
Heatstroke primed his phosphorus grenades, ready to launch a salvo at a moment's notice.
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Veterans' Hospital
Blackjack had anticipated Iceblink's retaliation with the missile. Sort of, anyway. While he had known there was a chance that his taunts would drive the nautical Decepticon off the deep end, he didn't think that it would take so little for him to launch a missile.
-Ah, well. Live and learn...-
The Micromaster transformed noisily to his vehicle mode, hitting the ground with his tiny wheels spinning. A constant clattering sound from where his feet connected to his back told him that there was something wrong with the connections, but he ignored it as he raced back towards the gurneys where Misfire and Acid Storm were laid on. Chances are, one of them had their weapons active and Blackjack could use it.
The missile tore apart a huge chunk of the floor and wall that Blackjack had been in moments ago. The force of the explosion picked the Micromaster up, and for the second time in the battle, he found himself spinning through the air.
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The explosions from the missiles washed Irontread with flames again, but if he felt any pain at the flames licking his open wounds, it was not evident in his expression.
With a roar, he met Dragonscale's charge with one of his own, fists balled up, in a blow that aimed to crush Dragonscale's head between them. He never noticed the sword...
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Detour watched as Azimuth and Zenith went to work, and opened fire at Blunderbore with a funky-looking weapon. The Micromaster shrugged, and scanned the room. Megatron seemed to have his foe wrapped up nicely, while the Seekers... Detour couldn't care less about them.
Blackjack, though, he cared about, and Detour sighed as he saw his team leader fighting against someone armed with cruise missiles, of all things.
-Blackjack takes too much risks. Never did know how to run away...- Detour thought. With that, he transformed into his vehicle mode and drove towards Iceblink, peppering the nautical Decepticon's back with pinprick lasers. "Hey- pick on someone your own size!"
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Blunderbore's punch, despite his seemingly drunken stupor, found their marks. One slammed onto Fumarole's head while the other caved his stomach in. The Seeker crumpled in a bloodied (well, fuel-ied) heap on Blunderbore's feet, barely alive.
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Outside the Hospital
"Always make sure your enemy cannot get back up again." Clench said to Hightower, firing a shot at the crater which marked where Steelclash had just fallen. "Some enemies are more... resilient than others. Best be sure they don't come back to haunt you."
No Reserves, No Retreats, and No Regrets!!!
Outside the Hospital
Snowclash hit the ground as Zephyr rained blow after blow down on him. He slapped at the seeker's hands, trying to deflect the attacks...but after a few seconds he wasn't able to do much more than gurgle in pain. After a while, hestopped doing even that.
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Steelclash laid flat as Clench's shot sailed overhead. He tried to justify to himself that he wasn't playing dead, just waiting for an opening to strike when the enemy wasn't looking. However, to an impartial outside observer it would look very much like the courageous warrior was, in fact, playing dead.
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Soundwave fixed Hightower with a baleful glare. "Do you have even a passing interest in doing your job? Tend to our wounded and leave the fighting to those who are equipped for it!"
He gestured toward Heatstroke, Galestorm and Zephyr, who were scattered around the general area.
How does someone so bloodthirsty get trained as a medic, anyway?
He was about to take Heatstroke up on his suggestion when an entire section of wall blew out a dozen metres away, peppering the three of them with debris.
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Veterans' Hospital
Iceblink would have taken advantage of Blackjack's vulnerability, but blowback from his own weapon knocked the giant to the ground and his wounded knee kept him from climbing back to his feet quickly.
Detour's attack enraged him, but in his current state there wasn't much he could do about it.
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Dragonscale narrowly avoided being crushed by Irontread, and he instead found himself lying on the ground in a daze. He felt around, but he couldn't find his sword and his vision was too blurred to see whether or not it was buried inside of his enemy's guts.
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Blunderbore stepped over the mangled Fumarole without even realizing what he was, then hobbled forward until he caught sight of a green and grey blur across the room.
"M...Megat...ron..."
He stopped dead, leaving his flank exposed to the nearby Downdraft and Zenith.
Snowclash hit the ground as Zephyr rained blow after blow down on him. He slapped at the seeker's hands, trying to deflect the attacks...but after a few seconds he wasn't able to do much more than gurgle in pain. After a while, hestopped doing even that.
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Steelclash laid flat as Clench's shot sailed overhead. He tried to justify to himself that he wasn't playing dead, just waiting for an opening to strike when the enemy wasn't looking. However, to an impartial outside observer it would look very much like the courageous warrior was, in fact, playing dead.
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Soundwave fixed Hightower with a baleful glare. "Do you have even a passing interest in doing your job? Tend to our wounded and leave the fighting to those who are equipped for it!"
He gestured toward Heatstroke, Galestorm and Zephyr, who were scattered around the general area.
How does someone so bloodthirsty get trained as a medic, anyway?
He was about to take Heatstroke up on his suggestion when an entire section of wall blew out a dozen metres away, peppering the three of them with debris.
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Veterans' Hospital
Iceblink would have taken advantage of Blackjack's vulnerability, but blowback from his own weapon knocked the giant to the ground and his wounded knee kept him from climbing back to his feet quickly.
Detour's attack enraged him, but in his current state there wasn't much he could do about it.
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Dragonscale narrowly avoided being crushed by Irontread, and he instead found himself lying on the ground in a daze. He felt around, but he couldn't find his sword and his vision was too blurred to see whether or not it was buried inside of his enemy's guts.
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Blunderbore stepped over the mangled Fumarole without even realizing what he was, then hobbled forward until he caught sight of a green and grey blur across the room.
"M...Megat...ron..."
He stopped dead, leaving his flank exposed to the nearby Downdraft and Zenith.
Veteran’s Hospital
“Thank you, Lord.” Vindicator replied to Megatron as he pumped a new shell into the shotguns chamber.
Vindicator had been about to continue when he was cut short by the explosion that blew a large whole in the wall of the hospital.
“Lord, we need a plan our current defenses won’t last much longer if more attackers arrive.” Vindicator said to Megatron as he looked for another target.
“Thank you, Lord.” Vindicator replied to Megatron as he pumped a new shell into the shotguns chamber.
Vindicator had been about to continue when he was cut short by the explosion that blew a large whole in the wall of the hospital.
“Lord, we need a plan our current defenses won’t last much longer if more attackers arrive.” Vindicator said to Megatron as he looked for another target.
Outside the Hospital
In his frenzy, Zephyr kept pounding onto Snowclash. It felt good to break someone like that.
When he was done, he stood up to admire his handiwork, before the loss of fuel and oil got the better of him, and the Seeker collapsed onto his back onto the debris-littered ground, the sounds of battle around him forgotten.
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Heatstroke instinctively brought his flamethrowers to bear on whatever blew the section of the wall apart. "What the Pit?" the Seeker snarled, looking to Soundwave for guidance.
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Galestorm stumbled towards Hightower. His wings were gone, and his entire midsection had been crushed by Razortail earlier on. While his injuries were relatively minor compared to Zephyr's or Heatstroke's mutilated armours, the self-absorbed Seeker felt that it was his right to get treatment first. "Medic- I need a medic..."
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Veterans' Hospital
Blackjack crashed onto the ground near Acid Storm's gurney and lay there, unmoving, for a moment. As the Micromaster gathered his bearings, he took into consideration the Rainmaker's Hyperion Cannons, and resolved to use them against Iceblink.
Assuming, of course, if his transformation circuits allowed him to turn back into robot mode...
Detour, meanwhile took advantage of Iceblink's momentary disorientation, and fired pinprick lasers roughly towards the nautical Decepticon's missile launchers, hoping to crack open one of the critical bits of the launchers, or if luck was smiling on him, one of the missiles themselves. "Come on down!" the Micromaster taunted.
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Irontread stared dumbly at the sword that impaled him from his stomach through to his back. Vital fluids poured out of the hole. "No. I kill you first before I die." the bulky Decepticon mumbled. Driven by vengeance, he staggered towards Dragonscale, arming his missiles and firing them.
While he did so, he reached forwards in an attempt to pin the velociraptor to the floor, to prevent any escape from the missiles. However, the loss of mech fluids had driven him dizzy and the reach was more of a lurch than a grab.
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Fumarole grunted as one of Blunderbore's feet crashed onto his guts. "Rrrr..." the Seeker managed to mumble.
In his frenzy, Zephyr kept pounding onto Snowclash. It felt good to break someone like that.
When he was done, he stood up to admire his handiwork, before the loss of fuel and oil got the better of him, and the Seeker collapsed onto his back onto the debris-littered ground, the sounds of battle around him forgotten.
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Heatstroke instinctively brought his flamethrowers to bear on whatever blew the section of the wall apart. "What the Pit?" the Seeker snarled, looking to Soundwave for guidance.
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Galestorm stumbled towards Hightower. His wings were gone, and his entire midsection had been crushed by Razortail earlier on. While his injuries were relatively minor compared to Zephyr's or Heatstroke's mutilated armours, the self-absorbed Seeker felt that it was his right to get treatment first. "Medic- I need a medic..."
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Veterans' Hospital
Blackjack crashed onto the ground near Acid Storm's gurney and lay there, unmoving, for a moment. As the Micromaster gathered his bearings, he took into consideration the Rainmaker's Hyperion Cannons, and resolved to use them against Iceblink.
Assuming, of course, if his transformation circuits allowed him to turn back into robot mode...
Detour, meanwhile took advantage of Iceblink's momentary disorientation, and fired pinprick lasers roughly towards the nautical Decepticon's missile launchers, hoping to crack open one of the critical bits of the launchers, or if luck was smiling on him, one of the missiles themselves. "Come on down!" the Micromaster taunted.
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Irontread stared dumbly at the sword that impaled him from his stomach through to his back. Vital fluids poured out of the hole. "No. I kill you first before I die." the bulky Decepticon mumbled. Driven by vengeance, he staggered towards Dragonscale, arming his missiles and firing them.
While he did so, he reached forwards in an attempt to pin the velociraptor to the floor, to prevent any escape from the missiles. However, the loss of mech fluids had driven him dizzy and the reach was more of a lurch than a grab.
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Fumarole grunted as one of Blunderbore's feet crashed onto his guts. "Rrrr..." the Seeker managed to mumble.
Veterans' Hospital
Calmly, Downdraft sighted his concussion weapons on Blunderbore while, at his side, Zenith, who had not managed to catch Blackjack, instead slammed up a temporary shield to cover the gurney from stray fire.
"Hm, such messy fighting styles," Downdraft remarked as he blasted Blunderbore.
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Tucked now beneath the gurney, keeping himself as small as possible and gazing wistfully towards the fortified inner door oh-so-very-close, Retro winced at every gunshot, at every metallic clatter. To his specifically enhanced detectors, the atmosphere was heavy with the scents of hot metal, vital fluids and - he shuddered - spilled Energon.
Being completely unarmed, the medic could only wait out the fighting and hope the survivors would need his assistance...
...and that he would have an opportunity to scavenge...
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"Whoa!" Transcan was flicked from Transmission's shoulder.
Relay was already running towards the inner doorway and the two massive Triple Changers standing there. He was relieved that Stromfire had hurried to cover him with the very gun the Seeker had pulled from his grasp moments before.
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Silvercircuitmaster Station
Buildzer intended to tell Plaist that he was not doing the job right. However, he found himself walking around the empty area Weld had indicated!
What the Pit!
Aware that Plaist had stopped working and was watching him narrowly, Buildzer deliberately tried to step into that space...
Calmly, Downdraft sighted his concussion weapons on Blunderbore while, at his side, Zenith, who had not managed to catch Blackjack, instead slammed up a temporary shield to cover the gurney from stray fire.
"Hm, such messy fighting styles," Downdraft remarked as he blasted Blunderbore.
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Tucked now beneath the gurney, keeping himself as small as possible and gazing wistfully towards the fortified inner door oh-so-very-close, Retro winced at every gunshot, at every metallic clatter. To his specifically enhanced detectors, the atmosphere was heavy with the scents of hot metal, vital fluids and - he shuddered - spilled Energon.
Being completely unarmed, the medic could only wait out the fighting and hope the survivors would need his assistance...
...and that he would have an opportunity to scavenge...
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"Whoa!" Transcan was flicked from Transmission's shoulder.
Relay was already running towards the inner doorway and the two massive Triple Changers standing there. He was relieved that Stromfire had hurried to cover him with the very gun the Seeker had pulled from his grasp moments before.
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Silvercircuitmaster Station
Buildzer intended to tell Plaist that he was not doing the job right. However, he found himself walking around the empty area Weld had indicated!
What the Pit!
Aware that Plaist had stopped working and was watching him narrowly, Buildzer deliberately tried to step into that space...
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
Outside the Hospital
Soundwave wasn't any less surprised than Heatstroke, but he managed to cover it pretty well.
"Guard him," he told the seeker (who impressively seemed to be intent on working through the pain of his injuries), nodding toward Hightower. "And keep him on task. I'll investigate this."
The communications officer stepped through the ragged breach in the wall, concussion rifle in hand.
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Veterans' Hospital
Iceblink's optics grew wide with panic as Detour fired on his missiles.
"Don't do that!" he all but shrieked. "You'll kill us all! I'm loaded with nuclear ordnance!"
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Blunderbore was knocked off of his feet by Downdraft's attack, huge tears opening up in his back and thighs where he'd been hit. The insurgent didn't seem to realize what had happened, though, his addled brain was so narrowly focused.
"Megatro...oo...on..." he slurred as he tried and failed to get back to his feet. "Diiieee..."
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"I understand your concern," Megatron told Vindicator, "But we're almost done here. Once we're gone...no, once I am gone, I don't think anyone is going to try to stir up any more trouble." Seeing that Soundwave had arrived, he continued by saying, "Once we've finished with these malfunctioning fools, we'll return to Polyhex directly."
He finally noticed Blunderbore trying to drag himself forward, and said, "Someone put this wreck out of his misery, please."
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Dragonscale was pinned to the ground by Irontread's desperate lunge...but only parts of him. He reverted to beast mode, several large chunks of armour tearing off in the larger Transformer's hands as he did so, before the force of the explosions tossed him across the room toward a very surprised Soundwave.
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Soundwave was bowled off of his feet by the flying saurian, which proceeded to bite and claw at him, seemingly by instinct. He pushed the creature off of him with a shove, only for it to immediately throw itself back up and hobble towards him again.
Soundwave gave the creature a look of contempt mixed with pity, then touched the button on his shoulder.
"Slugfest: eject. Operation: extermination."
Once the small Decepticon had cleared his cassette compartment, Soundwave headed toward Irontread to see if the battered Decepticon needed any help. In this case, though, he suspected that the only help he would be able to dispense would be a gunshot to the head.
"Can you activate stasis lock, soldier?"
Soundwave wasn't any less surprised than Heatstroke, but he managed to cover it pretty well.
"Guard him," he told the seeker (who impressively seemed to be intent on working through the pain of his injuries), nodding toward Hightower. "And keep him on task. I'll investigate this."
The communications officer stepped through the ragged breach in the wall, concussion rifle in hand.
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Veterans' Hospital
Iceblink's optics grew wide with panic as Detour fired on his missiles.
"Don't do that!" he all but shrieked. "You'll kill us all! I'm loaded with nuclear ordnance!"
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Blunderbore was knocked off of his feet by Downdraft's attack, huge tears opening up in his back and thighs where he'd been hit. The insurgent didn't seem to realize what had happened, though, his addled brain was so narrowly focused.
"Megatro...oo...on..." he slurred as he tried and failed to get back to his feet. "Diiieee..."
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"I understand your concern," Megatron told Vindicator, "But we're almost done here. Once we're gone...no, once I am gone, I don't think anyone is going to try to stir up any more trouble." Seeing that Soundwave had arrived, he continued by saying, "Once we've finished with these malfunctioning fools, we'll return to Polyhex directly."
He finally noticed Blunderbore trying to drag himself forward, and said, "Someone put this wreck out of his misery, please."
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Dragonscale was pinned to the ground by Irontread's desperate lunge...but only parts of him. He reverted to beast mode, several large chunks of armour tearing off in the larger Transformer's hands as he did so, before the force of the explosions tossed him across the room toward a very surprised Soundwave.
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Soundwave was bowled off of his feet by the flying saurian, which proceeded to bite and claw at him, seemingly by instinct. He pushed the creature off of him with a shove, only for it to immediately throw itself back up and hobble towards him again.
Soundwave gave the creature a look of contempt mixed with pity, then touched the button on his shoulder.
"Slugfest: eject. Operation: extermination."
Once the small Decepticon had cleared his cassette compartment, Soundwave headed toward Irontread to see if the battered Decepticon needed any help. In this case, though, he suspected that the only help he would be able to dispense would be a gunshot to the head.
"Can you activate stasis lock, soldier?"
Veterans' Hospital
Of course, Downdraft did not hear what Megatron said, but he was already aiming at the downed Blunderbore, waiting patiently for that clear shot. And when the opening presented itself...
One set of his concussion guns fired with a sharp hiss.
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Zephyr half-turned his head and gave the approaching mechs - Relay and Stormfire - a friendly, if somewhat sharp, grin. Casually, he flipped a gravity shield out to cover them.
However, down on the floor now, Transcan found himself at a distinct disadvantage. He could only hope no one would be bothered with so small - and fast moving! - a target. He got to his feet and ran, shouting, "'Mission! Wait for me!"
Of course, Downdraft did not hear what Megatron said, but he was already aiming at the downed Blunderbore, waiting patiently for that clear shot. And when the opening presented itself...
One set of his concussion guns fired with a sharp hiss.
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Zephyr half-turned his head and gave the approaching mechs - Relay and Stormfire - a friendly, if somewhat sharp, grin. Casually, he flipped a gravity shield out to cover them.
However, down on the floor now, Transcan found himself at a distinct disadvantage. He could only hope no one would be bothered with so small - and fast moving! - a target. He got to his feet and ran, shouting, "'Mission! Wait for me!"
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Outside the Hospital
"If you say so..." Heatstroke told Soundwave, before ambling towards Hightower.
"Yo, doc." the pyromaniac said, taking a guard position beside the smaller Decepticon, despite his injuries -- Heatstroke's entire exostructure was a molten mess, and that's not counting the internal injuries the crash might've caused him.
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Zephyr, half dead and missing more than half his face, laid near Snowclash's corpse, optics blinking as he looked up into Cybertron's dark sky, waiting for help to come. If it would. The Seeker's mind was in delirium as he watched the soft winds blowing around him.
-So pretty...-
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Veterans' Hospital
Detour immediately ceased firing at Iceblink's missiles, his self-preservative instincts taking over. "Give up and we won't have to kill you!" Detour yelled at the nautical Decepticon, swerving around to make himself a harder target for the larger Decepticon.
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Blackjack managed to jolt his transformation circuits, and sat there, shaking his head. He spotted Retro cowering in a corner. "Hey, doc- get to cover!" Blackjack said, before turning his attention to the two still-standing enemies -- Iceblink and Blunderbore.
Choosing the nearest target, Blackjack chipped in with his shotguns at Blunderbore's head.
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Irontread blinked uncomprehendingly at Soundwave's question. The front part of his body had been literally torn apart by his own missiles, and he was losing fuel at a fast rate.
"Did- did Irontread kill dino-con?" he managed in a warbled tone, his voice going softer with every syllable.
"If you say so..." Heatstroke told Soundwave, before ambling towards Hightower.
"Yo, doc." the pyromaniac said, taking a guard position beside the smaller Decepticon, despite his injuries -- Heatstroke's entire exostructure was a molten mess, and that's not counting the internal injuries the crash might've caused him.
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Zephyr, half dead and missing more than half his face, laid near Snowclash's corpse, optics blinking as he looked up into Cybertron's dark sky, waiting for help to come. If it would. The Seeker's mind was in delirium as he watched the soft winds blowing around him.
-So pretty...-
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Veterans' Hospital
Detour immediately ceased firing at Iceblink's missiles, his self-preservative instincts taking over. "Give up and we won't have to kill you!" Detour yelled at the nautical Decepticon, swerving around to make himself a harder target for the larger Decepticon.
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Blackjack managed to jolt his transformation circuits, and sat there, shaking his head. He spotted Retro cowering in a corner. "Hey, doc- get to cover!" Blackjack said, before turning his attention to the two still-standing enemies -- Iceblink and Blunderbore.
Choosing the nearest target, Blackjack chipped in with his shotguns at Blunderbore's head.
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Irontread blinked uncomprehendingly at Soundwave's question. The front part of his body had been literally torn apart by his own missiles, and he was losing fuel at a fast rate.
"Did- did Irontread kill dino-con?" he managed in a warbled tone, his voice going softer with every syllable.
Veteran’s Hospital
Vindicator stayed quite for a moment after hearing Megatrons answer.
“ I doubt that the unrest here will stop even after we are gone.” He replied to Megatron.
He stood for a moment and watched Soundwave enter the buiding before turning his atteniton towards the badly damaged Blunderbore.
Holding his shotgun with two hands Vindicator took a few steps forward before firing a shot into his enemy.
Vindicator stayed quite for a moment after hearing Megatrons answer.
“ I doubt that the unrest here will stop even after we are gone.” He replied to Megatron.
He stood for a moment and watched Soundwave enter the buiding before turning his atteniton towards the badly damaged Blunderbore.
Holding his shotgun with two hands Vindicator took a few steps forward before firing a shot into his enemy.
Veterans' Hospital
Iceblink was about to spit a string of defiant invective at Detour, but the words turned to ashes in his mouth when he realized how badly outmatched he was. On the battlefield he wouldn't have hesitated to set off one of his nuclear warheads, taking out an entire enemy army in one fell swoop.
But this wasn't a battlefield -- it was a hospital in a civilian neighbourhood filled with innocent Decepticons. He couldn't kill them, and he knew it.
But he couldn't surrender either. He recognized Soundwave and knew well what Megatron's loyal hound was capable of. There were too many secrets in his head that would be prized loose if he fell into enemy hands.
With a grim expression on his face, Iceblink raised his pistol and pointed it at his temple. Without even a second's hesitation, he squeezed the trigger.
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Blunderbore was torn to pieces by fire from Vindicator, Blackjack and Downdraft. His last thought was one of shame.
Megatron didn't even bother to kill me himself.
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Dragonscale batted the ineffectual Slugfest aside, grunting in pain as the smaller saurian's dorsal plates amputated part of his left arm. With a roar, he sunk his teeth (the ones that hadn't been smashed out by Irontread) into the tiny stegosaur's neck and threw him across the room.
After that, with no clear threat in site and no one to tell him what to do, Dragonscale just stood in place with a confused expression on his face for a few seconds before he finally passed out from the cumulative effects of the massive damage he'd taken.
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"Yes," Soundwave lied smoothly to the quickly-fading Irontread. "Yes, you did."
He wasn't sure why he was bothering to give a last moment of peace to the dying soldier, but it seemed like the decent thing to do. And when he noticed out of the corner of his optics that not only was the small dinosaur still alive, but that he'd somehow gotten the best of Slugfest -- Why do I even bring him anywhere? Soundwave asked himself ruefully -- he positioned himself so that he blocked Irontread's view.
"You did well, soldier. We're all proud of you."
Then he reached inside the dying Decepticon's ripped-open chest cavity, found his laser core, and squeezed.
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Megatron shook his head.
"No, Vindicator. If this is the best they have to offer, the insurgency is on its' last legs." He looked around at the shattered corpses of his enemies, and his battered but mostly-intact followers. "Every act of rebellion we've seen has been directed at me personally, not the cause. Once we're gone, Kaon and what's left of it's people will gladly pay a tithe in manufactured goods and troops just to keep me from coming back."
If Megatron realized how self-absorbed he sounded, he didn't let on.
Iceblink was about to spit a string of defiant invective at Detour, but the words turned to ashes in his mouth when he realized how badly outmatched he was. On the battlefield he wouldn't have hesitated to set off one of his nuclear warheads, taking out an entire enemy army in one fell swoop.
But this wasn't a battlefield -- it was a hospital in a civilian neighbourhood filled with innocent Decepticons. He couldn't kill them, and he knew it.
But he couldn't surrender either. He recognized Soundwave and knew well what Megatron's loyal hound was capable of. There were too many secrets in his head that would be prized loose if he fell into enemy hands.
With a grim expression on his face, Iceblink raised his pistol and pointed it at his temple. Without even a second's hesitation, he squeezed the trigger.
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Blunderbore was torn to pieces by fire from Vindicator, Blackjack and Downdraft. His last thought was one of shame.
Megatron didn't even bother to kill me himself.
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Dragonscale batted the ineffectual Slugfest aside, grunting in pain as the smaller saurian's dorsal plates amputated part of his left arm. With a roar, he sunk his teeth (the ones that hadn't been smashed out by Irontread) into the tiny stegosaur's neck and threw him across the room.
After that, with no clear threat in site and no one to tell him what to do, Dragonscale just stood in place with a confused expression on his face for a few seconds before he finally passed out from the cumulative effects of the massive damage he'd taken.
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"Yes," Soundwave lied smoothly to the quickly-fading Irontread. "Yes, you did."
He wasn't sure why he was bothering to give a last moment of peace to the dying soldier, but it seemed like the decent thing to do. And when he noticed out of the corner of his optics that not only was the small dinosaur still alive, but that he'd somehow gotten the best of Slugfest -- Why do I even bring him anywhere? Soundwave asked himself ruefully -- he positioned himself so that he blocked Irontread's view.
"You did well, soldier. We're all proud of you."
Then he reached inside the dying Decepticon's ripped-open chest cavity, found his laser core, and squeezed.
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Megatron shook his head.
"No, Vindicator. If this is the best they have to offer, the insurgency is on its' last legs." He looked around at the shattered corpses of his enemies, and his battered but mostly-intact followers. "Every act of rebellion we've seen has been directed at me personally, not the cause. Once we're gone, Kaon and what's left of it's people will gladly pay a tithe in manufactured goods and troops just to keep me from coming back."
If Megatron realized how self-absorbed he sounded, he didn't let on.
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Over the Hospital:
Thundercracker: -altering his trajectory, dodging the incoming plasma bolts- "I don't think ya hit him hard enough, Ramjet. Let me have a shot at the BUFF." -locking onto Razortail with his targeting systems, winging over and powerdiving towards the oversized triple-changer, launching 4 IMREC missiles from his wing pylons before leaving them behind to blast by Razortail, flinging a building(and hopefully bot)-shattering sonic BOOM!!!!! at him, with the missiles intended to impact the target while the target is still dazed and reeling-
Thundercracker: -altering his trajectory, dodging the incoming plasma bolts- "I don't think ya hit him hard enough, Ramjet. Let me have a shot at the BUFF." -locking onto Razortail with his targeting systems, winging over and powerdiving towards the oversized triple-changer, launching 4 IMREC missiles from his wing pylons before leaving them behind to blast by Razortail, flinging a building(and hopefully bot)-shattering sonic BOOM!!!!! at him, with the missiles intended to impact the target while the target is still dazed and reeling-
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