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Knock Out had to resist the urge to blurt and blow his cover. Megatron knew what he was doing. And Knock Out? Well, Knock Out knew he was ready to help Megatron do so. After all, he didn't want the lapdogs called on him.
He was still reeling from that time Tarn had set upon him and threatened him. He didn't want to anger the others among the Justice Division either. After all, they were the most Decepticon of all the Decepticons.
And frankly, Knock Out felt like he didn't fit in as a Decepticon so he was going to have to fly under the radar.
Windblade kept herself alert with the others, her wings flexing slightly in anticipation. She wanted to use all her senses to their fullest right about now, but trying to do so would be met with a bombardment of smells and sounds if she tunes her heightened senses any more. But it was just enough she could have heard machines working, voice speaking, the scufffle of foot steps...
Now that she thought about it, it had really felt...quiet. Perhaps this was an empty mine and they could get the energon in peace. Normally that was wishful thinking, but sometimes luck was on their side. Sometimes being the key word there. But going in so deep, and so quiet she had instinctively reached back to grab her sword hilts, glancing around and tunnels they passed but keeping quiet for now so she could stay alert.
Until she did hear a voice, and it wasn’t any of their team. Windblade actually stepped a bit closer to her teammates, at last catching a glimpse of the tyrant herself, shocked he was there. “That’s not a good sign.” She muttered, the Camian seeker glaring towards Megatron. She resisted the urge to use her turbines right there and then, a sinking feeling beginning to take over because Megatron being around spelled trouble as far as she had ever heard.
Chronon didn't like going to energon mines. She wasn't a miner. She'd prefer staying at base doing some research, but they didn't have many Bots. She didn't expect much to happen on this trip.
There were some new faces to her though. In fact, all of them were. She was about to head towards Windblade to introduce herself, when they emerged in a cavern with Megatron.
Great, Chronon thought. More fighting.
She extracted her shield from her subspace storage and got ready to defend herself and her teammates.
Glowstrike sacrificed her usual impatience to see what Megatron and the Decepticons present were up to. So far, it seemed nothing eventful was happening, making her wonder if this little ambush they were planning was for naught. But this was also too good an opportunity to pass up in getting answers. If the Autobots they were waiting for turned into a bust maybe she could approach the warlord personally to inquire about some things she was presently trying to figure out herself.
But, it seemed the Autobots were coming after all. The moment Megatron spoke, her optics shifted towards the cave entrance spotting the small group of Autobots who seemed to be unaware of what they were walking into. 'Now the real show begins.' She thought to herself.
Rodimus had led his team deeper into the mines, senses on high alert. A spazz he may be on occasion, but he also knew what it was to be a leader. He'd carried the matrix, for Primus' sake! If anything, this mission was going to be a success.
He pulled his blaster from subspace, the weapon held casually as his optics scanned the mines. He doubted there would be any issues, but, still, he sometimes didn't have the best of luck. Well, at least he was getting enegon readings, which meant they were in the right place...
"Rodimus. How I've been anticipating your arrival. But I am afraid that you and whatever crew you have brought with you won't be leaving with any Energon today."
The red and gold mech tensed, optics flaring wide. His helm whipped around and his body shifted, combat reflexes coming into play. He spun on his heel, facing the tyrant.
"Megatron!" his tone was one of unadulterated shock.
The bot looked different than how Rodimus remembered, but, it was a different dimension. And there could be no doubting that bucket-shaped helm and the arrogant confidence the Decepticon exuded. How had he not picked up on a Decepticon signal?!
Rodimus' processor spun. If Megatron was here, then it was likely-
There! A flash of red optics behind the warlord. There for a just a moment before disappearing. It was a trap! Dammit! How many were there? How had they known?!
It didn't matter. If this Megatron was anything like his own universe's, he was capable of devastating their ranks by himself. Rodimus had seen it before. And it was not happening now!
"Get ready for a fight! Megatron's mine!"
With that brief order given, the speedster charged toward the Decepticon leader. He was no Optimus, and he remembered all too well the last time he'd personally tangled with the mech. If it weren't for the matrix, he'd be dead. But this time was different. He'd been a Prime for a short time. This time, buckethead was the one going down!
The Decepticons that had followed him to this Energon mine would soon have their chance to jump into the fray, but Megatron didn't want to ruin the element of surprise just yet. Let the pathetic Autobots worry, guess at how many there were. Even then, it didn't matter. Megatron could easily handle this lot on his own. With the exception for Rodimus and possibly the seeker femme, the tyrant was confident a single fire from his fusion canon would seal their fates.
"Why.. it would seem as though you are surprised by my presence here. Surely you did not believe that this cave was as empty as you thought? No guards in sight? Energon placed just for the picking? This could not have been an easier trap to set, and that is of course.. not including the individual who so chose to divulge the information of your mission to begin with."
He wasn't about to name the tipper just yet. Megatron was going to let Rodimus stew on that just a little longer.
It took no time at all for the Autobots to prepare their assault, but it worried him not. The warlord simply raised a servo, staring the enemy down. "Decepticons! Attack!" As they began to make their move, a strong whir could be heard as the fusion canon charged up. Megatron raised his arm, pointing it at the Autobots as he let the charge go and fire in their direction.
Good idea: Being prepared in case there was a fight.
Bad idea: Not being prepared to fight the big, bad leader of the Decepticons.
Hot Shot had never actually seen Megatron before, and to be honest he'd sort of hoped he never would. He knew just how bad this situation was now, and just how inexperienced he was. He could take down a vehicon or so, but definitely not Megatron! Thankfully he had Rodimus, Stepper, Chronon, and Windblade with him.. two of which he didn't know until this mission.
At least it was a meeting to remember?
As the littlest Wrecker prepared his double barrel blasters built into his arms, he looked to Rodimus in a bewildered manner. He was going to what?! "But Rodimus..!" He was many things, but could he seriously take on the strongest Decepticon?
His attention was quickly pulled from their leader as he heard that whir, freezing in place for a brief second before trying to get out of the way. He grabbed the closest to him and tried to pull them with him as he tried to get out of the way. "Watch out!"
Like a feral dog let off its chain, Vos shot forward, optics wide and glinting in a lust for pain. While the other members of the DJD weren't present to assist him, and vice versa, he would manage. The slender bot move like a wraith, almost unnaturally agile and quick as he selected a target and ran at them.
They were all larger than him, and he was not certain that he could handle Rodimus or the red warrior femme. The other femme, too, looked like a fierce fighter. That left the two mechs. The one with the rifle or...
With an animalistic snarl, the smallest DJD member pounced on the blue mech, using Megatron's shot as a distraction. He would slam into him from the side if no attempt to halt or avoid him was made, and wrap his wiry limbs in a death grip around his victim.
How quickly things went from very little happening to a full on assault between both sides taking place before her very optics. It had been sometime since Glowstrike had bore witness to a full-on assault, although this was one of those on a much, much smaller scale. It had been longer yet since she had truly taken part in such destruction personally. And now, opportunity presented itself.
Why continue to hide your presence when one more Decepticon could turn the tide of this very battle? "Time to jump back into the conflict." She muttered as she finally released her grip into the rock ceiling, allowing her bulky, insectoid form drop and rolling in the air, her wings giving a soft buzzing hum as she flew forward. She zeroed in on one of the Autobots not presently occupied, her target being Chronon who seemed leaning more towards the defensive.
"A shield will only do you so good in this fight Autobot." Glowstrike spoke coldly, going in to ram at the femme.
Chronon looked around the cave, looking out for threats. She stood in front of Windblade, her shield held before them. As soon as Glowstrike announced her presence, Chronon raised her shield. "Careful," she said over her shoulder.
"It's served me well throughout spacetime," Chronon called out. "There's no reason it should stop now." She waited until Glowstrike was close enough before lowering her shield and crouching, reaching out with her right arm trying to grab the Insecticon by her legs and slamming her into the ground. If she succeeded, she would stab her shield's sharp edge into the Con's wing, disabling her flight abilities. If she failed, her left arm's spikes were pointed towards her attacker, and would either hurt Glowstrike much more than the ramming attack would hurt Chronon, or Glowstrike woild fly over her, into a hopefully prepared Windblade.
When the chaos ensued, Windblade was immediately dodging to the side to avoid Megatron's first shot from his fusion cannon, glancing back at the burning crater it left. "Well, that would have a been an unfortunate fate." She remarked, turning her gaze back to the fighting that had broke out. It seemed Megatron had planned his numbers well, one for almost each of the Autobots. But then again, what Decepticons hadn't come out just yet as the attack began.
But as Glowstrike made her presence known, Windblade immediately activated her Stormfall swords. "Just got to time this right." Windblade replied to Chronon, optics narrowed and readying to strike to Insecticon.
Knock Out would transform with flair, flipping out of his hiding spot with a sudden swift snatching movement to get his shock staff. He would rush toward one of the Autobots, a small blue armored one with a rifle first. He would jam the staff near the neck, shocking him heavily.
The rifle-user gave a satisfying drop. Once the scrawny kid was out of the way, he could turn to help one of his comrades. He rushed and slid closer.
Rodimus twisted to the side of the fusion blast, trusting the others to do the same. He couldn't worry about them right now. They'd come along because they were capable. Besides, his processor was already preoccupied with that Megatron had said.
There was a traitor.
No time to dwell on that now, other Decepticons were appearing. A spindly bot shot past him, and Rodimus let him go, far too focused on the leader. He fired his pistol, aiming at the warlord's head. As he moved, he tried to stay light on his pedes in order to avoid other blasts of canon fire. He was better in close range, but, Megatron was too. This was gonna hurt.
He shifted the piping on his arms, extending the sharp points. He wasn't eye to eye with Megatron, but, he was sure he was lighter and faster. Hopefully, this would work. When he was close enough, he would feint left before going for an abdominal uppercut.
"Is it just me, Megs, or have you somehow gotten uglier?"
Megatron simply sneered at the red and yellow Autobot as he fired at his helm. He wasn't going to let such a pathetic attack phase him, but that wasn't to say Rodimus had missed. Megatron blocked the attack with his armed servo, swinging it outward in reflex but not close enough that he would strike the mech back. There had certainly been a degree of damage done to it, but the worst had been cosmetic. It was enough to make him angry, but it was nothing Knock Out couldn't fix later. Megatron still functioned.
Besides.. he had fared much worse during his gladiator days. If he could stand against Shockwave's science projects designed to push him beyond his limits, a weak little Autobot such as this was nothing to him.
The tyrant was struck by the uppercut, but did not falter outside of a quick recoil. He was used to basic attacks such as these, and they wouldn't do much in the way of hurting him. A grumble could be heard at the mech's petty insults, even with Knock Out joining their fight. He did not need the help, but it seemed Rodimus hadn't even been phased by the medic.
"If that is the best you can do, then you will regret choosing your battles so poorly." A quick glance at the action from the rest of the crew, and he could already see there wasn't much hope for this ragtag team. The femmes were busy, and the two mechs Rodimus had brought with him were already down for the count. Sad, really..
"Or perhaps.. you would rather stay and witness the demise of your team first?" With a roar, Megatron swung a closed servo forward with all his might, attempting to slam it down upon Rodimus.
Hot Shot was able to dodge Megatron's fusion canon fire ease enough, but it was what came afterwards he didn't quite expect.
Before he could really even stop himself from getting out of the way, and having not paid that close attention to what might've been coming at him as the leader of the Decepticons attacked, Hot Shot was easily tackled by the slender Vos. Never even saw the guy coming.. and now he found himself in a rather tight spot. Literally.
The littlest Wrecker grunted as Vos put the squeeze on him, struggling to get out of his grip but finding it harder to do so as his grip only tightened. "Gah!" With the death grip Vos had him in, he couldn't even move after awhile despite how hard he attempted to do so. "Get.. off!!" Hot Shot snapped his optics shut as he attempted in vain to wriggle out of the slendermech's grasp, not wanting to shout any louder. He didn't want to distract the others despite the fact he needed the help.
He didn't want to accidentally distract the others and get them killed in the process..