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Thrust sighed as Skywarp grabbed him and Ramjet, teleporting with them out into the hall. He opened fire as soon as the teleportation wore off, and flattened himself against the wall, trying to make himself a smaller target.
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Clench opened fire at the office as the doors tore down, but on Shrapnel's, he switched targets and started firing at the Seekers.
[Original RPG] Eye of the Storm: Take Arms Against a Sea of Troubles (Polyhex)
Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount
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Medbay, Darkmount
"Quite right. Why d'frag d'we need big green, anyway?" Bonecrusher asked.
"What part of a Civil War don't you-" Bombshell began, but shut up immediately when Bonecrusher pointed a finger at his mouthplate.
Bonecrusher growled, "YOU shut the frag up."
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Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount
"Can't touch this! Can't touch this!" Skywarp quipped, as Clench's blasts and Hightower's arrows zipped harmlessly past the empty, ionized air where he had just been in.
He returned fire with his machineguns, sending bullets flying at the other Decepticons.
"Oh yeah! Who's your daddy?"
"Quite right. Why d'frag d'we need big green, anyway?" Bonecrusher asked.
"What part of a Civil War don't you-" Bombshell began, but shut up immediately when Bonecrusher pointed a finger at his mouthplate.
Bonecrusher growled, "YOU shut the frag up."
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Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount
"Can't touch this! Can't touch this!" Skywarp quipped, as Clench's blasts and Hightower's arrows zipped harmlessly past the empty, ionized air where he had just been in.
He returned fire with his machineguns, sending bullets flying at the other Decepticons.
"Oh yeah! Who's your daddy?"
Medbay, Darkmount
Hook pinched his olfactory unit between the forefinger and thumb of his right hand and sighed at all the unnecessariness about him.
"Shut up, all of you - this is how it is..."
He paused dramatically, waiting for someone to be sarcastic at for interrupting. The silence was unexpected in its totality.
"Okay. As few syllables as possible. Soundwave intends to kill Megatron - but this Megatron might be another clone. Possibly Straxus-made. Again. Sides are being taken. Soundwave has Astrotrain and, now, Starscream with him. Primus knows who is with Megatron."
He paused. No interruptions were forthcoming. He looked up at the ceiling, thinking.
"And I do not know what will happen if any of those with Megatron get a suspicion that he is a clone rather than the real deal."
Hook pinched his olfactory unit between the forefinger and thumb of his right hand and sighed at all the unnecessariness about him.
"Shut up, all of you - this is how it is..."
He paused dramatically, waiting for someone to be sarcastic at for interrupting. The silence was unexpected in its totality.
"Okay. As few syllables as possible. Soundwave intends to kill Megatron - but this Megatron might be another clone. Possibly Straxus-made. Again. Sides are being taken. Soundwave has Astrotrain and, now, Starscream with him. Primus knows who is with Megatron."
He paused. No interruptions were forthcoming. He looked up at the ceiling, thinking.
"And I do not know what will happen if any of those with Megatron get a suspicion that he is a clone rather than the real deal."
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Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount
Despite the precarious situation they were now in, the feeling of being back in combat again finally was exhillarating to Tracer, even if it was against their misguided allies. He kept this thought in his mind as he responded to Astrotrain's orders to fire, setting most of his focus on return shots at Vindicator who seemed to be focusing in on them.
"Any fool blind enough to follow the fake Megatron clone without question is a traitor to the Decepticon cause, and is unfit to serve in it!"
Despite the precarious situation they were now in, the feeling of being back in combat again finally was exhillarating to Tracer, even if it was against their misguided allies. He kept this thought in his mind as he responded to Astrotrain's orders to fire, setting most of his focus on return shots at Vindicator who seemed to be focusing in on them.
"Any fool blind enough to follow the fake Megatron clone without question is a traitor to the Decepticon cause, and is unfit to serve in it!"
Astrotrain's Office
"A fake Megatron clone, clone?" Shrapnel asked when Tracer said so. It could be just a distraction, but... it would explain how even a fanatic like Soundwave could betray him. More likely a trick than not, but... clones aren't implausible. Hadn't Shrapnel used clones to fool others before?
And if they are fighting for a clone, well, Shrapnel won't want to die silly like this. Even if either side won this little skirmish, the Decepticon faction would still be crippled.
"What do you think?" Shrapnel asked Vindicator as he dived behind cover of the doorway, launching an unaimed lightning ball into the office. "Should we give them the benefit of the doubt, doubt?"
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"Megatron? Oh dear, the big buckethead is behind me!" Skywarp jeered at Hightower, although he did warp several meters sideways, just in case. "Hah! Seems like that ugly fake clone is not around."
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Laserbeak's optics burned when he saw the battle. Hightower. And he's firing at Astrotrain's Seekers. "Hey, Slicer, let us... play." With that, the Cassettecon disengaged himself from the Beast and flew into battle, screeching and launching two streams of laserfire at Hightower.
"A fake Megatron clone, clone?" Shrapnel asked when Tracer said so. It could be just a distraction, but... it would explain how even a fanatic like Soundwave could betray him. More likely a trick than not, but... clones aren't implausible. Hadn't Shrapnel used clones to fool others before?
And if they are fighting for a clone, well, Shrapnel won't want to die silly like this. Even if either side won this little skirmish, the Decepticon faction would still be crippled.
"What do you think?" Shrapnel asked Vindicator as he dived behind cover of the doorway, launching an unaimed lightning ball into the office. "Should we give them the benefit of the doubt, doubt?"
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"Megatron? Oh dear, the big buckethead is behind me!" Skywarp jeered at Hightower, although he did warp several meters sideways, just in case. "Hah! Seems like that ugly fake clone is not around."
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Laserbeak's optics burned when he saw the battle. Hightower. And he's firing at Astrotrain's Seekers. "Hey, Slicer, let us... play." With that, the Cassettecon disengaged himself from the Beast and flew into battle, screeching and launching two streams of laserfire at Hightower.
Darkmount Airspace
"Probably best to wait until we get there," Acid Storm told Detour. "Don't want to tip off the air patrols that we're defecting, or they'll try to blow us out of the sky."
Watching his sensors, he saw Helix, the Trannis Strip and finally the Grease Pits disappearing below him. Acid Storm kept waiting to feel a sense of loss or nostalgia for what he was leaving behind, but there was nothing but a deep, deep weariness.
"Good riddance," he muttered to himself.
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Medbay, Darkmount
Scrapper scowled. "Why the Pit didn't you say so in the first place?" he asked Hook.
"Constructicons, prepare for battle!"
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Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount
Ramjet frowned as Blackjack approached him. He sort of felt bad, attacking someone who he'd stood up for only a short time before. But that's life, and if Ramjet had learned anything from life it was that Astrotrain always knew what he was doing.
"Either buzz off or talk to the laser, tiny! I don't got time for you right now!"
Noticeably, however, he hadn't fired on the Micromaster.
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Astrotrain kept himself pressed up tight against the doorframe, firing his ion cannon out the door half-blind and not especially caring if he actually hit anyone. There was an intent expression on his face -- he hated fighting his fellow Decepticons, but he knew it had to be done.
Needs must when the devil drives... he thought to himself.
Incoming fire ripped through the doorframe, blasting his desk apart and shredding his visitors' chairs but not coming close enough to cause him too much worry.
"It's going to cost so much to replace all of this," he grumbled to Tracer. "I--"
His voice was cut short when a fusion blast sliced through door, frame, wall and admiral, evaporating Astrotrain's right shoulder, most of his neck and half of his face.
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As the traitorous admiral's corpse fell to the deck framed by the ruined door, Megatron stood at the far end of the hall that led to the office. Striding forward purposefully toward the scene of the battle, he roared out, "Extinction to all traitors!"
In a murderous fugue, Megatron was either incapable or simply unwilling to distinguish friend from foe. His railgun sent out an ultra-fast projectile in Thrust's direction, but his fusion cannon's next lethal blast sought out Shrapnel.
(OOC: RIP.
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"Probably best to wait until we get there," Acid Storm told Detour. "Don't want to tip off the air patrols that we're defecting, or they'll try to blow us out of the sky."
Watching his sensors, he saw Helix, the Trannis Strip and finally the Grease Pits disappearing below him. Acid Storm kept waiting to feel a sense of loss or nostalgia for what he was leaving behind, but there was nothing but a deep, deep weariness.
"Good riddance," he muttered to himself.
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Medbay, Darkmount
Scrapper scowled. "Why the Pit didn't you say so in the first place?" he asked Hook.
"Constructicons, prepare for battle!"
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Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount
Ramjet frowned as Blackjack approached him. He sort of felt bad, attacking someone who he'd stood up for only a short time before. But that's life, and if Ramjet had learned anything from life it was that Astrotrain always knew what he was doing.
"Either buzz off or talk to the laser, tiny! I don't got time for you right now!"
Noticeably, however, he hadn't fired on the Micromaster.
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Astrotrain kept himself pressed up tight against the doorframe, firing his ion cannon out the door half-blind and not especially caring if he actually hit anyone. There was an intent expression on his face -- he hated fighting his fellow Decepticons, but he knew it had to be done.
Needs must when the devil drives... he thought to himself.
Incoming fire ripped through the doorframe, blasting his desk apart and shredding his visitors' chairs but not coming close enough to cause him too much worry.
"It's going to cost so much to replace all of this," he grumbled to Tracer. "I--"
His voice was cut short when a fusion blast sliced through door, frame, wall and admiral, evaporating Astrotrain's right shoulder, most of his neck and half of his face.
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As the traitorous admiral's corpse fell to the deck framed by the ruined door, Megatron stood at the far end of the hall that led to the office. Striding forward purposefully toward the scene of the battle, he roared out, "Extinction to all traitors!"
In a murderous fugue, Megatron was either incapable or simply unwilling to distinguish friend from foe. His railgun sent out an ultra-fast projectile in Thrust's direction, but his fusion cannon's next lethal blast sought out Shrapnel.
(OOC: RIP.
)OOC: Out of my four characters in Astrotrain's office, two will be dead by the conclusion of this battle. ;)
Darkmount Airspace
"Aye." Detour said, watching back as the landscape of Polyhex disappeared below Acid Storm.
Detour thought he saw an explosion in Darkmount, but, hey, it's too late to do anything for Darkmount or the Decepticons there now.
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Medbay, Darkmount
"Hell yeah!" Bonecrusher yelled, transforming into his bulldozer mode and asked, "Where we goin'? Megs is a clone? A fake? We gonna thwump him good!" -We're clones too...- Bonecrusher thought, but as with all things Bonecrusher didn't pay it much heed. "Come on, gang! Where we goin'?"
"Hook and I, we just came from Astrotrain's office. Good chance that Megatron is there to kill Astrotrain..." Bombshell volunteered. "I need my cerebro shells, though."
Tinker got up from where he was sitting. "Constructicons, I want in. Things're getting too quiet around here. And from what I overheard we're overthrowing a tyrant. Sounds fun."
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Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount
"No one's got time to talk-" Blackjack spoke to Ramjet in exasperation when he heard Tracer's words. He didn't find it hard to believe, they've had their shares of Megatron Clones. Megatron killed one during his short reign after the Time Wars in Cybertron. He had personally brought the real Megatron out of the Dead End Region and told him of what had happened.
Blackjack didn't have time to consider things, though, as a wall, and indeed most of Astrotrain's upper body was vaporized. "Astrotrain!" Blackjack yelled, more in shock rather than concern or sentiment to the Triple Changer.
But his attention was focused on the weilder of the weapon. And he doesn't seem right on his mind. "Megatron..."
To Blackjack, Megatron was always a beacon, a sign of the Decepticon supremacy. But now... with him seemingly flying off the deep end, and possibly a clone...
Blackjack made a decision. There was no way Soundwave would betray the real Megatron, he's Soundwave. Probably the biggest risk he had undertaken in his life. But he was a gambler. And he bet that with large targets like the Seekers or Shrapnel in his way, Megatron won't notice a Micromaster.
-This is in the memory of the real Megatron, impostor.-
As ineffective as he knew his weapons would be, he launched razor-sharp steel cards aimed at Megatron's face, before ducking behind the mass of large legs, hoping his small size and ineffectual attacks would save him.
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"Megatron..." Shrapnel's optic band widened as Astrotrain was killed, and Megatron stepped into the room.
Shrapnel was an Insecticon. He put himself first above all others. This was the first, and only time, that he had put the Decepticon faction first. That he became a loyal Decepticon to Megatron. But now, seeing Astrotrain killed so mercilessly...
Shrapnel never liked Astrotrain. He was always bossy, contemptuous, and let the Insecticons be flushed out into space. But... Astrotrain was a good Decepticon. And he didn't deserve being killed just like that for... for nothing more than trying to communicate with Gigatron, and probably wanting the Decepticons to be whole again.
Astrotrain's body hit the floor with a clunk. Tracer's words reverberated in his head.
But the clincher was Megatron aiming his fusion cannon at him, and firing.
Shrapnel screeched loudly, his infamous scream, that would probably draw other Decepticons to the battlefield. The Insecticon rolled sideways, narrowly avoiding the deadly fusion blast, which sheared off part of his back and two of his insect-mode legs.
"I AM ON YOUR SIDE, IDIOT!" Shrapnel yelled, not caring that he called the Decepticon leader an idiot, because that was precisely what he is.
Shrapnel ignored the pain. His antenna blazed with lightning, his arms and fingers as well. His optic band was literally glowing, errant bolts of electricity escaping his optics and rejoining those on his antenna or vice versa.
Is Megatron a clone? Is he a fake?
He frowned as he saw Blackjack's attacks lance at Megatron. So, he's not the only one who felt this way.
Ten years ago Shrapnel would've jumped atop a cliff with Kickback and Bombshell and waited for the other Decepticons to duke it out then either kill/make a deal with the winner.
Not anymore.
Screaming incoherently, Shrapnel directed all the electricity accumulated at Megatro, hoping to slow down the Decepticon leader before Starscream and Soundwave arrive. Hopefully the loud cry would've attracted their attention. "I stood up for you, but you are a fake! A phony! You don't deserve to live, clone! DIE, DIE!"
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Megatron....
Laserbeak thought. Soundwave wanted to kill Megatron.
Why?
Which was he loyal to, Megatron or Soundwave?
Megatron was the leader, but Soundwave... Soundwave was family. As dysfunctional as the family may be. And they have to stand up for each other.
Soundwave had taken a side.
He was supposed to inform Astrotrain. A bit too late for that. Laserbeak watched coldly as Astrotrain's body hit the ground. A pity. Astrotrain was a useful, and highly experienced Decepticon. His loss will be missed, but not now.
The question is, since Shrapnel has lost his mind and is attacking Megatron, will Hightower and Clench and the others follow suit?
Laserbeak knew he should run away.
Should wait until Soundwave and Buzzsaw and Frenzy and Rumble and Ravage and Overkill and Slugfest arrive and help.
He will die if he even think of facing Megatron.
But...
Laserbeak's optics narrowed.
He faced death in the face.
He's sick of it.
Sick of running away.
Sick of being treated like a useless coward.
Sick of being passed off as nothing more than a beast.
He had chosen the honorable path before when blowing the server room up. Now... now for the good of all Decepticons, indeed, all Cybertron, Laserbeak veered away from Hightower and dived into the office, narrowly missing the fusion blast and lightning bolts flying around in the office.
With a savage caw, Laserbeak unleashed his arsenal on Megatron.
If he died?
Well, he died trying to save everyone.
It was a good feeling.
No wonder the Autobots wanted to be heroic all the time.
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Megatron...
To Skywarp, Megatron was a beacon, a sign that everything is going well. No matter what happens, no matter how many times Starscream betrays him or challenges his command, no matter how uppity he got or how morose Thundercracker got, Megatron always forgived them. Only a slap-slap-get-back-to-work thing. Punishment. But never death.
Skywarp's optics widened and his jaw hung slack in horror as Astrotrain's head disappeared.
Astrotrain was a fellow Decepticon. One of those that fought with him on Earth. True, he was a bit of a windbag, but Skywarp found that Astrotrain was one of the few non-Seeker Decepticons that Skywarp actually liked, even though he had tried to kill Astrotrain in a different time and place.
This, Skywarp decided, was not Megatron. It couldn't be. It just couldn't.
He was so stunned that he didn't notice two of Hightower's acid arrows slamming onto his left wing, but Skywarp ignored the pain.
He teleported next to Ramjet, face contorted with hurt and anger. "That." He pointed at the green figure in Astrotrain's office with a disgust instead of the reverence he showed to Megatron. "Is not Megatron."
Faced with something as big as this, Skywarp lost his confidence. He looked at Ramjet, desperate for confirmation, for an order to attack. He wanted to know that if he attacked, it is the right decision...
Then, something hilarious crossed his mind, and he only managed to stop himself from giggling (Ramjet would literally tear his head off if he giggled after Astrotrain's death). The Constructicon wannabe is correct! Megatron is behind you, indeed...
"Aye." Detour said, watching back as the landscape of Polyhex disappeared below Acid Storm.
Detour thought he saw an explosion in Darkmount, but, hey, it's too late to do anything for Darkmount or the Decepticons there now.
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Medbay, Darkmount
"Hell yeah!" Bonecrusher yelled, transforming into his bulldozer mode and asked, "Where we goin'? Megs is a clone? A fake? We gonna thwump him good!" -We're clones too...- Bonecrusher thought, but as with all things Bonecrusher didn't pay it much heed. "Come on, gang! Where we goin'?"
"Hook and I, we just came from Astrotrain's office. Good chance that Megatron is there to kill Astrotrain..." Bombshell volunteered. "I need my cerebro shells, though."
Tinker got up from where he was sitting. "Constructicons, I want in. Things're getting too quiet around here. And from what I overheard we're overthrowing a tyrant. Sounds fun."
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Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount
"No one's got time to talk-" Blackjack spoke to Ramjet in exasperation when he heard Tracer's words. He didn't find it hard to believe, they've had their shares of Megatron Clones. Megatron killed one during his short reign after the Time Wars in Cybertron. He had personally brought the real Megatron out of the Dead End Region and told him of what had happened.
Blackjack didn't have time to consider things, though, as a wall, and indeed most of Astrotrain's upper body was vaporized. "Astrotrain!" Blackjack yelled, more in shock rather than concern or sentiment to the Triple Changer.
But his attention was focused on the weilder of the weapon. And he doesn't seem right on his mind. "Megatron..."
To Blackjack, Megatron was always a beacon, a sign of the Decepticon supremacy. But now... with him seemingly flying off the deep end, and possibly a clone...
Blackjack made a decision. There was no way Soundwave would betray the real Megatron, he's Soundwave. Probably the biggest risk he had undertaken in his life. But he was a gambler. And he bet that with large targets like the Seekers or Shrapnel in his way, Megatron won't notice a Micromaster.
-This is in the memory of the real Megatron, impostor.-
As ineffective as he knew his weapons would be, he launched razor-sharp steel cards aimed at Megatron's face, before ducking behind the mass of large legs, hoping his small size and ineffectual attacks would save him.
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"Megatron..." Shrapnel's optic band widened as Astrotrain was killed, and Megatron stepped into the room.
Shrapnel was an Insecticon. He put himself first above all others. This was the first, and only time, that he had put the Decepticon faction first. That he became a loyal Decepticon to Megatron. But now, seeing Astrotrain killed so mercilessly...
Shrapnel never liked Astrotrain. He was always bossy, contemptuous, and let the Insecticons be flushed out into space. But... Astrotrain was a good Decepticon. And he didn't deserve being killed just like that for... for nothing more than trying to communicate with Gigatron, and probably wanting the Decepticons to be whole again.
Astrotrain's body hit the floor with a clunk. Tracer's words reverberated in his head.
But the clincher was Megatron aiming his fusion cannon at him, and firing.
Shrapnel screeched loudly, his infamous scream, that would probably draw other Decepticons to the battlefield. The Insecticon rolled sideways, narrowly avoiding the deadly fusion blast, which sheared off part of his back and two of his insect-mode legs.
"I AM ON YOUR SIDE, IDIOT!" Shrapnel yelled, not caring that he called the Decepticon leader an idiot, because that was precisely what he is.
Shrapnel ignored the pain. His antenna blazed with lightning, his arms and fingers as well. His optic band was literally glowing, errant bolts of electricity escaping his optics and rejoining those on his antenna or vice versa.
Is Megatron a clone? Is he a fake?
He frowned as he saw Blackjack's attacks lance at Megatron. So, he's not the only one who felt this way.
Ten years ago Shrapnel would've jumped atop a cliff with Kickback and Bombshell and waited for the other Decepticons to duke it out then either kill/make a deal with the winner.
Not anymore.
Screaming incoherently, Shrapnel directed all the electricity accumulated at Megatro, hoping to slow down the Decepticon leader before Starscream and Soundwave arrive. Hopefully the loud cry would've attracted their attention. "I stood up for you, but you are a fake! A phony! You don't deserve to live, clone! DIE, DIE!"
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Megatron....
Laserbeak thought. Soundwave wanted to kill Megatron.
Why?
Which was he loyal to, Megatron or Soundwave?
Megatron was the leader, but Soundwave... Soundwave was family. As dysfunctional as the family may be. And they have to stand up for each other.
Soundwave had taken a side.
He was supposed to inform Astrotrain. A bit too late for that. Laserbeak watched coldly as Astrotrain's body hit the ground. A pity. Astrotrain was a useful, and highly experienced Decepticon. His loss will be missed, but not now.
The question is, since Shrapnel has lost his mind and is attacking Megatron, will Hightower and Clench and the others follow suit?
Laserbeak knew he should run away.
Should wait until Soundwave and Buzzsaw and Frenzy and Rumble and Ravage and Overkill and Slugfest arrive and help.
He will die if he even think of facing Megatron.
But...
Laserbeak's optics narrowed.
He faced death in the face.
He's sick of it.
Sick of running away.
Sick of being treated like a useless coward.
Sick of being passed off as nothing more than a beast.
He had chosen the honorable path before when blowing the server room up. Now... now for the good of all Decepticons, indeed, all Cybertron, Laserbeak veered away from Hightower and dived into the office, narrowly missing the fusion blast and lightning bolts flying around in the office.
With a savage caw, Laserbeak unleashed his arsenal on Megatron.
If he died?
Well, he died trying to save everyone.
It was a good feeling.
No wonder the Autobots wanted to be heroic all the time.
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Megatron...
To Skywarp, Megatron was a beacon, a sign that everything is going well. No matter what happens, no matter how many times Starscream betrays him or challenges his command, no matter how uppity he got or how morose Thundercracker got, Megatron always forgived them. Only a slap-slap-get-back-to-work thing. Punishment. But never death.
Skywarp's optics widened and his jaw hung slack in horror as Astrotrain's head disappeared.
Astrotrain was a fellow Decepticon. One of those that fought with him on Earth. True, he was a bit of a windbag, but Skywarp found that Astrotrain was one of the few non-Seeker Decepticons that Skywarp actually liked, even though he had tried to kill Astrotrain in a different time and place.
This, Skywarp decided, was not Megatron. It couldn't be. It just couldn't.
He was so stunned that he didn't notice two of Hightower's acid arrows slamming onto his left wing, but Skywarp ignored the pain.
He teleported next to Ramjet, face contorted with hurt and anger. "That." He pointed at the green figure in Astrotrain's office with a disgust instead of the reverence he showed to Megatron. "Is not Megatron."
Faced with something as big as this, Skywarp lost his confidence. He looked at Ramjet, desperate for confirmation, for an order to attack. He wanted to know that if he attacked, it is the right decision...
Then, something hilarious crossed his mind, and he only managed to stop himself from giggling (Ramjet would literally tear his head off if he giggled after Astrotrain's death). The Constructicon wannabe is correct! Megatron is behind you, indeed...
OOC: I 'll see if Hightower lives or dies (srry Warcry no Buzzy vs HT... yet)
Astrotrains office
Hightower paused after watching Astrotrains merciless death and thought. Three conflicting opinons sounding off
"Stay with the sparkless killer and we get revenge" said one.
"No help drop the imposter" said another.
"Run" said the last,
and against all logic, he turned on Megatron swaping his crossbows for his gatling gun and unloaded screaming "BURN IN HELL YOU SPARKLESS ABOMINATION!!!!" not caring if about revenge anymore, but saving the Decepticons.
Hightower paused after watching Astrotrains merciless death and thought. Three conflicting opinons sounding off
"Stay with the sparkless killer and we get revenge" said one.
"No help drop the imposter" said another.
"Run" said the last,
and against all logic, he turned on Megatron swaping his crossbows for his gatling gun and unloaded screaming "BURN IN HELL YOU SPARKLESS ABOMINATION!!!!" not caring if about revenge anymore, but saving the Decepticons.
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Astrotrains Office
Slicer converted the Beast to his exo armour an dplunged int the fray.
Guns firing and whirring blades tearing at anything or anyone unwise enough to get in his way.
unsure of everyone's loyaltys and unable to get through the crowd to shoot Megatron he charged Clench. His battlecry on his lips.
"Slice and Dice."
Slicer converted the Beast to his exo armour an dplunged int the fray.
Guns firing and whirring blades tearing at anything or anyone unwise enough to get in his way.
unsure of everyone's loyaltys and unable to get through the crowd to shoot Megatron he charged Clench. His battlecry on his lips.
"Slice and Dice."
Astrotrain’s Office, Darkmount
Vindicator didn’t even had time to answer Shrapnel, the wall exploded followed by Astrotrain’s body hitting the ground before he even had a chance to get one word out. He looked down at the admiral’s shattered remains. He had never truly known the Admiral but he was respected as a warrior by Vindicator. At that moment all Vindicator could hear echoing inside his head was Tracer’s battle cry regarding Megatron as a fake.
Part of him believed the thought of Megatron being a clone- a fake, could have only been a lie, something cooked up by the traitors to make them question their loyalty to Megatron-They would say anything to justify their cause.
But another part of Vindicator knew that there had been fakes before; meaning it was entirely possible that Tracer’s words were true. And seeing Megatron cut down Astrotrain without mercy only further supported the idea. There was no reason to kill Astrotrain without trying to take him into custody first; he would get the death he deserved regardless. The only reason to kill him outright could only be because Astrotrain was right and would have exposed Megatron as an imposter.
Even though every shred of he had sense told him to return fire on Tracer and defend Megatron, he instead found himself standing out of the protection of cover with his gun lowered. His allegiance used to be unquestioning, his purpose and duty clear, for the first time in a very long time, he didn’t know who his enemies or allies were.
Vindicator didn’t even had time to answer Shrapnel, the wall exploded followed by Astrotrain’s body hitting the ground before he even had a chance to get one word out. He looked down at the admiral’s shattered remains. He had never truly known the Admiral but he was respected as a warrior by Vindicator. At that moment all Vindicator could hear echoing inside his head was Tracer’s battle cry regarding Megatron as a fake.
Part of him believed the thought of Megatron being a clone- a fake, could have only been a lie, something cooked up by the traitors to make them question their loyalty to Megatron-They would say anything to justify their cause.
But another part of Vindicator knew that there had been fakes before; meaning it was entirely possible that Tracer’s words were true. And seeing Megatron cut down Astrotrain without mercy only further supported the idea. There was no reason to kill Astrotrain without trying to take him into custody first; he would get the death he deserved regardless. The only reason to kill him outright could only be because Astrotrain was right and would have exposed Megatron as an imposter.
Even though every shred of he had sense told him to return fire on Tracer and defend Megatron, he instead found himself standing out of the protection of cover with his gun lowered. His allegiance used to be unquestioning, his purpose and duty clear, for the first time in a very long time, he didn’t know who his enemies or allies were.
Medbay, Darkmount
Scrapper cocked his head to one side and frowned at Tinker. "And you are...?"
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Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount
Megatron stood there and grinned as several of the assembled Decepticons turned their ire on him. Blackjack's low-calibre laser fire pinged off of his armour, and no one else seemed to be able to do much more than that. And as his troops turned on him, Megatron found himself laughing. Not even Shrapnel's electric blast was enough to shut him up.
"Traitors! Traitors all of you! And failures, unable to make good on your betrayals! Am I the only true Decepticon left?"
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Ramjet was vaguely aware that Skywarp was at his side, talking. He supposed that he really should be listening to what his brother Seeker had to say, but it just didn't seem to matter. Astrotrain was dead. Nothing mattered anymore.
Ramjet wasn't one to get ideas above his station, not anymore. But Astrotrain hadn't just been his boss -- he'd been his friend, the only friend that Ramjet had to his name who hadn't betrayed him at one time or another. And he'd done a lot more than just give Ramjet a job, a distraction to channel his thuggish tendencies into something useful. He'd given Ramjet so much more than that -- he'd given him a purpose.
But that purpose was gone now, burned away in less than a second with a single blast of a fusion cannon.
His optics burning with hate, Ramjet threw himself at Megatron.
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Megatron laughed again as the first of the traitors dared to approach him physically.
"Ramjet, old friend," he said scornfully as the seeker drove his conehead into Megatron's chest, knocking him back a few feet. "Always using your head. That's what I like about you."
Smiling cruelly, he grabbed Ramjet's head and squeezed tightly enough to crush a normal robot's skull, but only managed to leave shallow indentations on the other Decepticon's white armour. With some measure of disappointment, he remembered that Ramjet's head was heavily reinforced...so he picked Ramjet up by the head and tossed him through a wall instead.
"The only thing I liked about you."
He saw Hightower and Laserbeak coming next.
"The good doctor, fighting on the same side as the cowardly bird?"
The Decepticon leader transformed into tank mode, which let him avoid most of the incoming fire and put his strongest armour between him and the few shots that struck home.
Then he returned fire, turning his fusion cannon on Hightower while his railgun elevated and fired at Laserbeak.
Scrapper cocked his head to one side and frowned at Tinker. "And you are...?"
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Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount
Megatron stood there and grinned as several of the assembled Decepticons turned their ire on him. Blackjack's low-calibre laser fire pinged off of his armour, and no one else seemed to be able to do much more than that. And as his troops turned on him, Megatron found himself laughing. Not even Shrapnel's electric blast was enough to shut him up.
"Traitors! Traitors all of you! And failures, unable to make good on your betrayals! Am I the only true Decepticon left?"
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Ramjet was vaguely aware that Skywarp was at his side, talking. He supposed that he really should be listening to what his brother Seeker had to say, but it just didn't seem to matter. Astrotrain was dead. Nothing mattered anymore.
Ramjet wasn't one to get ideas above his station, not anymore. But Astrotrain hadn't just been his boss -- he'd been his friend, the only friend that Ramjet had to his name who hadn't betrayed him at one time or another. And he'd done a lot more than just give Ramjet a job, a distraction to channel his thuggish tendencies into something useful. He'd given Ramjet so much more than that -- he'd given him a purpose.
But that purpose was gone now, burned away in less than a second with a single blast of a fusion cannon.
His optics burning with hate, Ramjet threw himself at Megatron.
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Megatron laughed again as the first of the traitors dared to approach him physically.
"Ramjet, old friend," he said scornfully as the seeker drove his conehead into Megatron's chest, knocking him back a few feet. "Always using your head. That's what I like about you."
Smiling cruelly, he grabbed Ramjet's head and squeezed tightly enough to crush a normal robot's skull, but only managed to leave shallow indentations on the other Decepticon's white armour. With some measure of disappointment, he remembered that Ramjet's head was heavily reinforced...so he picked Ramjet up by the head and tossed him through a wall instead.
"The only thing I liked about you."
He saw Hightower and Laserbeak coming next.
"The good doctor, fighting on the same side as the cowardly bird?"
The Decepticon leader transformed into tank mode, which let him avoid most of the incoming fire and put his strongest armour between him and the few shots that struck home.
Then he returned fire, turning his fusion cannon on Hightower while his railgun elevated and fired at Laserbeak.
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Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount
It had been so sudden that Tracer's processor almost couldn't register that it had happened. As Astrotrain's mangled form fell to the ground, Tracer abandoned the firefight to go to what was left of him, hoping futily to find some trace of life still left in him.
Tracer felt a rage starting to burn in him as he clenched his fists, but he did not yet regrasp his weapon. Instead he kept low and took hold of Astrotrain's body, pulling it out of the immediate combat area where it would not be stepped on, or further desecrated by the clone Megatron's attacks. Only once this was done did h return to the fighting, aiming all of his own firepower at Megatron's disgusting face, wanting to blind him or worse.
It had been so sudden that Tracer's processor almost couldn't register that it had happened. As Astrotrain's mangled form fell to the ground, Tracer abandoned the firefight to go to what was left of him, hoping futily to find some trace of life still left in him.
Tracer felt a rage starting to burn in him as he clenched his fists, but he did not yet regrasp his weapon. Instead he kept low and took hold of Astrotrain's body, pulling it out of the immediate combat area where it would not be stepped on, or further desecrated by the clone Megatron's attacks. Only once this was done did h return to the fighting, aiming all of his own firepower at Megatron's disgusting face, wanting to blind him or worse.
Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount
Thrust dodged the fusion cannon shot aimned at him, but only partially - there was only so much space to move in the narrow hallway. His left arm was torn off, his body spinning around due to the force. Thrust lay on the ground stunned, out of the fight for the moment.
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Clench watched as Megatron started tearing into his troops, not caring about who stood in his way. He remembered the same brutal fury with which Megatron had torn into him with so long ago. Clone or not, this Megatron had power.
Clench watched as the others all started opening on Megatron, noticing it wasn't having much effect. He turned his guns towards Megatron, intending to help even the fight.
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Clench watched as Megatron started tearing into his troops, not caring about who stood in his way. He remembered the same brutal fury with which Megatron had torn into him with so long ago. Clone or not, this Megatron had power.
Clench watched as the others all started opening on Megatron, noticing it wasn't having much effect. He turned his guns towards Megatron, intending to help even the fight.
No Reserves, No Retreats, and No Regrets!!!
Astrotrains office
Hightower dropped his gun and attempted to dodge out into the hallway and lost most of his left shoulder as a consequence of Megatrons blast.
"Damn that hurt" growled Hightower "Much as I hate to admit it we need Their help" and he stood up in pain, winceing and bolting off towards Buzzsaws office hoping to catch Soundwave
Hightower dropped his gun and attempted to dodge out into the hallway and lost most of his left shoulder as a consequence of Megatrons blast.
"Damn that hurt" growled Hightower "Much as I hate to admit it we need Their help" and he stood up in pain, winceing and bolting off towards Buzzsaws office hoping to catch Soundwave
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Medbay, Darkmount
"Tinker. Resident chief medic while you guys are out." Tinker told Scrapper. "Then Glit came and Hightower came and we revived you guys. So now I'm sort of part-medic, part-inventor, part-Seeker warrior. Let's go."
"Eh, he's a nobody." Bombshell told the Constructicons. "Good cannon fodder, though. Can I have my shells back now?"
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Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount
Shrapnel is heartened when Hightower and the others joined in the attack on Megatron. "You are the traitor, Megatron! You are a fake, a phony clone who thinks he is our leader, leader!"
While Megatron was distracted by Hightower and Laserbeak, Shrapnel launched another electric blast, aiming to disrupt Megatron's turret. He screeched loudly again, hoping to get Soundwave and Starscream's attention.
"Coward! Stand and fight, fight!" Shrapnel screeched when Hightower seemingly bolted away.
Shrapnel considered his options. His lightning bolts, normally his most powerful weapons, aren't doing so much as melt Megatron's paint off. Considering the track record of his comrades, his grenade launcher or shrapnel bombs won't be much of a help. If Bombshell were nearby, then...
That's it. The Insecticons' most dangerous trick...
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Laserbeak divebombed Megatron, red-hot laser blasts streaming from his optics and ruby cannons.
He screeched as well, as if to match Shrapnel's war cry.
He watched, in slow motion, as Megatron's railgun tore Thrust apart, as Megatron crushed Ramjet's head... and as Megatron caught Hightower and himself in his attention.
"We are all Decepticons, Megatron, no matter what it is!" Laserbeak screeched in response, keeping a constant stream firing at Megatron. "Unlike you, who is a blight to the faction! They let you rule in hopes that a copy Megatron would unify the faction, but all you've done is destroy the cause! And I fight for the cause! As does everyone here! You-"
His words were cut short when Megatron opened fire with his railgun. Laserbeak's optics widened. The railgun fired projectiles at a speed so fast that it couldn't possibly be dodged-
Before Laserbeak knew it, the projectile had slammed onto him, slightly off the center, and pinned him onto the ceiling.
Laserbeak choked, as Energon trickled freely out of the wound. The engines mounted on his back were totalled, and a huge chunk of his body was destroyed.
This is it, then.
At least if he died here, it would be with the knowledge that he looked the enemy in the eyes and charged, instead of running away. He was not, as Megatron- nay, the fake Megatron- had said, a 'cowardly bird'.
He hoped Soundwave would be proud.
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"Vindicator, get out of the line of fire!" Blackjack yelled. He knew his steel cards did nothing but bounce off Megatron, but he launched another salvo.
There's a lot of them here, but... but that is Megatron. With a railgun AND a fusion cannon. Already the battle has just started, and Astrotrain was dead, while Laserbeak, Hightower, Thrust and Ramjet were wounded. And Vindicator was struck dumb. "Aim for the head!" Blackjack yelled when Tracer did so, but grimaced when the Decepticon leader transformed.
"RAMJET!" Blackjack yelled when the Conehead charged Megatron and was tossed aside like a paper doll. The Micromaster rushed towards the Conehead, not sure what he could do but rushing there nevertheless, hopping through the hole in the wall.
"Come on, Ramjet. Get up. Get up!"
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Skywarp didn't so much move into action when Megatron's fusion blast his Thrust. "Thrust!" The Seeker cried, turning away from Ramjet to dart at Thrust...
Then to turn back as Ramjet charged Megatron, and had his head crushed as a result. "NOO!" Skywarp shrieked, fearing the worst, even as Megatron tossed the Conehead aside.
Then on Laserbeak as Megatron's railgun slammed to the normally loyal Cassette, pinning the squawking Cassette to the ceiling. This is madness. Megatron would never- never-
He was killing his own troops! Had it been Clench or Hightower or the runt or someone else, Skywarp would've understood. But Megatron attacked Astrotrain, Laserbeak, Thrust, Ramjet, Shrapnel... all part of the old guard, of Megatron's ever-loyal inner cadre. Now one lay dead, three grievely wounded.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Skywarp shrieked, disappearing and reappearing above Megatron. He landed atop the tank and began to open fire with his machineguns. "You are not a Decepticon, you will NEVER BE a Decepticon!"
"Tinker. Resident chief medic while you guys are out." Tinker told Scrapper. "Then Glit came and Hightower came and we revived you guys. So now I'm sort of part-medic, part-inventor, part-Seeker warrior. Let's go."
"Eh, he's a nobody." Bombshell told the Constructicons. "Good cannon fodder, though. Can I have my shells back now?"
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Astrotrain's Office, Darkmount
Shrapnel is heartened when Hightower and the others joined in the attack on Megatron. "You are the traitor, Megatron! You are a fake, a phony clone who thinks he is our leader, leader!"
While Megatron was distracted by Hightower and Laserbeak, Shrapnel launched another electric blast, aiming to disrupt Megatron's turret. He screeched loudly again, hoping to get Soundwave and Starscream's attention.
"Coward! Stand and fight, fight!" Shrapnel screeched when Hightower seemingly bolted away.
Shrapnel considered his options. His lightning bolts, normally his most powerful weapons, aren't doing so much as melt Megatron's paint off. Considering the track record of his comrades, his grenade launcher or shrapnel bombs won't be much of a help. If Bombshell were nearby, then...
That's it. The Insecticons' most dangerous trick...
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Laserbeak divebombed Megatron, red-hot laser blasts streaming from his optics and ruby cannons.
He screeched as well, as if to match Shrapnel's war cry.
He watched, in slow motion, as Megatron's railgun tore Thrust apart, as Megatron crushed Ramjet's head... and as Megatron caught Hightower and himself in his attention.
"We are all Decepticons, Megatron, no matter what it is!" Laserbeak screeched in response, keeping a constant stream firing at Megatron. "Unlike you, who is a blight to the faction! They let you rule in hopes that a copy Megatron would unify the faction, but all you've done is destroy the cause! And I fight for the cause! As does everyone here! You-"
His words were cut short when Megatron opened fire with his railgun. Laserbeak's optics widened. The railgun fired projectiles at a speed so fast that it couldn't possibly be dodged-
Before Laserbeak knew it, the projectile had slammed onto him, slightly off the center, and pinned him onto the ceiling.
Laserbeak choked, as Energon trickled freely out of the wound. The engines mounted on his back were totalled, and a huge chunk of his body was destroyed.
This is it, then.
At least if he died here, it would be with the knowledge that he looked the enemy in the eyes and charged, instead of running away. He was not, as Megatron- nay, the fake Megatron- had said, a 'cowardly bird'.
He hoped Soundwave would be proud.
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"Vindicator, get out of the line of fire!" Blackjack yelled. He knew his steel cards did nothing but bounce off Megatron, but he launched another salvo.
There's a lot of them here, but... but that is Megatron. With a railgun AND a fusion cannon. Already the battle has just started, and Astrotrain was dead, while Laserbeak, Hightower, Thrust and Ramjet were wounded. And Vindicator was struck dumb. "Aim for the head!" Blackjack yelled when Tracer did so, but grimaced when the Decepticon leader transformed.
"RAMJET!" Blackjack yelled when the Conehead charged Megatron and was tossed aside like a paper doll. The Micromaster rushed towards the Conehead, not sure what he could do but rushing there nevertheless, hopping through the hole in the wall.
"Come on, Ramjet. Get up. Get up!"
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Skywarp didn't so much move into action when Megatron's fusion blast his Thrust. "Thrust!" The Seeker cried, turning away from Ramjet to dart at Thrust...
Then to turn back as Ramjet charged Megatron, and had his head crushed as a result. "NOO!" Skywarp shrieked, fearing the worst, even as Megatron tossed the Conehead aside.
Then on Laserbeak as Megatron's railgun slammed to the normally loyal Cassette, pinning the squawking Cassette to the ceiling. This is madness. Megatron would never- never-
He was killing his own troops! Had it been Clench or Hightower or the runt or someone else, Skywarp would've understood. But Megatron attacked Astrotrain, Laserbeak, Thrust, Ramjet, Shrapnel... all part of the old guard, of Megatron's ever-loyal inner cadre. Now one lay dead, three grievely wounded.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Skywarp shrieked, disappearing and reappearing above Megatron. He landed atop the tank and began to open fire with his machineguns. "You are not a Decepticon, you will NEVER BE a Decepticon!"
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Astrotrain’s Office, Darkmount
Vindicator was snapped back to the reality of the situation when he heard Blackjack yelling at him to take cover. He was surprised he hadn’t gotten shot for his carelessness.
Enough was enough; he had seen all he needed see to know that this Megatron was nothing more than a cheep imitation of the real thing. The real Megatron would not have lost the loyalty of all his troops like this. Vindicator felt like such a fool for following him so willingly. But at this point there was nothing he could do about that except help in taking down Megatron.
Vindicator’s shoulder mounted laser cannons flipped forward into a firing position. He braced himself against the recoil of the cannons as he fired a blast from each at Megatron.
Vindicator was snapped back to the reality of the situation when he heard Blackjack yelling at him to take cover. He was surprised he hadn’t gotten shot for his carelessness.
Enough was enough; he had seen all he needed see to know that this Megatron was nothing more than a cheep imitation of the real thing. The real Megatron would not have lost the loyalty of all his troops like this. Vindicator felt like such a fool for following him so willingly. But at this point there was nothing he could do about that except help in taking down Megatron.
Vindicator’s shoulder mounted laser cannons flipped forward into a firing position. He braced himself against the recoil of the cannons as he fired a blast from each at Megatron.