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Characters: @warpath, @blizzard, @ironhide, Open Location: The Brig Content Warnings: Mentions of Experimentation, Abuse of a Minor, Probably Violence Plot Summary: The Autobots finally form a rescue party to get Chris out of captivity on the Nemesis.
Half starved, having been tortured by the DJD, and then “examined” by Shockwave he was very low on energy. He laid against the floor of his cell, as best as he could with his shackles on. And again, not for the first time let himself cry. Where the hell were they? Was Kaon really right when he got there? Had they really just abandoned him? They wouldn’t do that, right? He didn’t know what to think anymore, he was sweaty, dirty, and in bad enough shape. If he didn’t hold onto any shred of hope what did he have?
He kicked the wall again, angrier than ever. How long did these Decepticons plan to keep him here? Until he starved to death? He figured Knock Out wouldn’t let that happen but then again - there was very little he could do. So he did the one thing he could do - he screamed, loud and angry. Not even caring if any of these creeps heard. He just knew that it felt really good to let it out and let it be known.
Pulling himself to a seated position he pulled his legs to his knees with a wince and buried his head into his knees. He didn’t want to die like this, or just be here anymore. He just wanted it to be over and go home.
But it was hard to grasp at hope when time was dwindling down.
Warpath's team had been tracking the Nemesis for the past day, only finding it just after sunset. For a massive Cybertronian warship, you'd think it would be a bit easier to spot in the skies. Regardless, none of them were letting it get away again; not now. Getting aboard was the hardest part, at least for Warpath, given that he couldn't fly. At all. A last minute 'gift' from the humans in the shape of a C-130 was the best solution they could find.
Their chariot wouldn't be staying for long, as it had only enough fuel for a single trip, and was liable to be shot down if it attempted to return. As such, the distraction was jumping in first. Warpath had packed the mother lode of weapons for this job, and a trembling enthusiasm to unload each and every one of them into the Decepticons for taking his boy.
The cargo ramp lowered itself as the plane cruised over the bow of the Nemesis, prompting Warpath to roll out. It was terrifying to feel the ground simply fall out from beneath him as he rolled off the ramp, letting gravity and air resistance take him. The hulking Autobot hit the top of the vessel's hull with a hard enough thud to wake up even the largest Decepticons in sleep-mode, and their alarm systems too.
Warpath transformed into a sprint along the ship's hull, looking for a tasty spot in particular to plant the charges, stopping when he did. He whipped out a small square device, smacking it against the exterior paneling. Warpath took five steps back, firing up his comms to the rest of the team, "Burning through now... zow. The 'Cons'll be too tied up to notice when the rest of 'ya slip in, I'll make sure of it."
Just as the comms clicked off, the device had finished superheating a section of the Nemesis's hull, melting through to the decks below. As soon as the whole was large enough, Warpath chucked a single grenade through, waiting to hear the blast before jumping down himself. As he predicted, there were already alarms blaring throughout the ship, not to mention a sizable Vehicon security team waiting. The initial grenade had only taken down the first two to show up, leaving the rest all to Warpath. They wasted no time in opening fire on the Autobot interloper, although their efforts were in vain.
One shot from his main cannon silenced the group of Vehicons in front of them, the thermal shell turning both them and a fair portion of the hallway into molten slag and sparks. Warpath turned around to face the rear group, who were already steadily backing up behind cover as to not meet the fate of the first patrol. Warpath's internal autoloader clicked once, swapping out his munitions type, firing off another shell into the hallway before him. Instead of immolating the poor Vehicons, the cryogenic round froze them solid behind their cover. Warpath advanced forwards without any particular goal in mind, as per his role as a distraction, and swung a heavy fist towards one of the frozen Vehicons, breaking the Deceptipopsicle in half. "Ironhide, Blizzard, Moonracer! POW, this is the best chance we're gonna get, jump in!"
As he strode through the halls, he bellowed, "Megatron, send me more Decepticons to kill!"
She'd volunteered to be the medic for this mission, mainly so that neither Ratchet nor Pharma had to be so close to the Nemesis again. Those two had done enough, and they had more important things to be doing. Like caring for their sparklings. So Blizzard had stepped up to go. Not that she wasn't sure a medical team was on standby to deal with the little human they were here to save. She has only just gotten Chris' information and went over it as they made their final approach up to the Nemesis. It was only lucky and some fast talking that had gotten them the transport in the first place.
The femme sighed as the first loud boom hit her audios. "Well, he isn't subtle, but I have to admire his determination." She told her companions before heading to the edge of the transport. "See you on the other side." She already had her rifle tucked into the crook of one arm, ready to shoot if she had to. Though it was a sniper rifle it also took time to assemble it from collapsed mode. Time she didn't think she'd have on the Nemesis. So she came prepared. She heard the sounds of battle and shook her head before jumping from the plane.
She hit slightly higher than Warpath had and cursed the entire way. The feeling of falling had struck fear into her spark for a moment before she safely landed. And slid until she almost fell off. She had to dig her hands into the hole made by her large and loud companion to keep from doing so. "Dammit Warpath! I'm a medic, not a blasted seeker!" And she took aim from there and shot one of the patrol through the head. With anyone that could see her out of commission the femme darted to the far side of the room and climbed into one of the maintenance vents. "Try not to get yourself slagged." She called back before disappearing into the bowels of the ship.
She switched to internal comms, narrowing the band as she flattened her doorwings against her back to keep them from scraping the side of the vent. She had to trust that her companions had already made it safely into the ship. ::I'm heading along this side of the ship. Moonracer, if you would kindly take the other side we should hopefully find our missing human quickly.:: And hope Soundwave wasn't already tracking them.
When Ironhide had been approached about this mission, he'd responded with a "why the hell not?". He liked to bash 'Cons, might as well head straight to the source. And, who knew, may he'd get a crack at Megatron. That'd be somethin'.
It was because he was s laid back about the situation that he was unconcerned about being carted up to the warship itself in a plane and dropped off with the others. The plan was simple: divide and conquer while Warpath wrecked some havoc. Because he was a Wrecker, and that's what they did.
Blue optics flickered to the femme medic as she commented on Warpath's lack of subtlety and his grizzled faceplates shifted in amusement. The Wreckers usually weren't. And Hide didn't plan on being either. He'd follow Warpath's example, searching and fighting. There wasn't anyway he was leaving this ship without making them all rue the day he'd stepped onto it.
He transformed, roaring down the ramp in his vehicle mode and then jettisoning off down a hallway. His internal processor was already drawing a map as he went. It wasn't his first rodeo, as the humans said, he knew better than to get himself lost in enemy territory. Speaking of which...
Backup was attempting to arrive. Ironhide plowed into the first one, the front of his alt mode slamming into the Vechicon. Then, he transformed, momentum bearing his original foe to the ground. The deep boom of canon fire split the air as he fired his plasma canon at point blank. Their light and medium armor didn't stand a chance. Before long, he was running down the hall, surprisingly fast for such an old bot.
Moonracer gave an amused smirk of her own at Blizzard's remark. It wasn't surprising someone like Warpath wasn't being subtle, not with the amount of force he was packing on his person, and usually had on hand. Then again, Wreckers were rarely subtle in anything. Although, Moonracer had to admit she was probably one of those who did try to do things with a little more...finesse. Though, she wasn't a stranger to getting in and not being so subtle either.
"Time to kick some Decepticon skidplates." She muttered with a grin forming, her Nucleon Charge Rifle resting against her side, incendiary rounds currently in place as her choice of ammo. Might as well leave the Decepticons with something to remember the Wrecker by. Charging off the ramp after the medic and old warrior, Moonracer for a moment felt the ground fall from under her and she went into a free fall, before landing on the bow of the ship, jarring her frame somewhat but catching herself before she fell face first into the metal hull. Well, here went nothing.
Moonracer jumped down into the hole Warpath had made, taking another hall compared to her companions, the blaring alarms ringing in her audios. ":Already on it Blizzard, just take care not bite off more than you can chew.:" Of course, that went for all of them. But for now, Moonracer focused on her own path as she sprinted through the Nemesis' halls, pausing only when she spotted a patrol of Vehicons coming her direction, taking a moment to give some quick lethal shots, some to the spark and some to the head, watching the mostly mindless drones collapse where they stood before reaching back to place her rifle where it usually rested. Sprinting would take far too long for her liking, so seemed she was going for some real speed.
Getting a running start, Moonracer transformed mid-run before she went racing forward, engine revving loudly as she sped along the halls, having to make a sharp turn or two along the way.
Chris’ head shot up at the blaring alarms and all the sounds.
He breathed in sharply, knowing there could only be one thing to cause so much commotion. They’d come for him - screw it, that Kaon jerk was full of it the Autobots had come for him. His spark raced at a million miles per hour, especially as a couple of Vehicons rushed by declaring they were under attack by Autobots.
Relief hit him, knowing that it meant they were there for him.
He thought quietly on what to do to help. They’d jammed his internal comm frequency or he’d have called for help days ago. And his energy was pretty spent, so there was only a handful of things he could actually do. He closed his eyes, and did the one thing he could think of. He crawled to the bars and began shouting. “I’M IN HERE! IF ANYONE CAN HEAR ME I’M IN HERE!” It took a lot of strength just to muster up a loud enough shout but right now it was the best he could do.
Until then he’d try his best to try and get out of the shackles. Even if the remainder of his energy was spent trying at least he wasn’t sitting there while the Autobots did everything they could to get to him. So he began to try, yanking at them as hard as he could.
He was in too deep to hear anything at this point. Warpath barreled through whole squads of Vehicons in his tank configuration as he continued his distraction. The cacophony of laser fire impacting against his armor was like music to his audioreceptors, a beautiful song of futility and doom. As Warpath rolled into the Nemesis's main corridor, three separate groups of Vehicons engaged him from the front and sides. He transformed as the first bursts smashed against his armor, prompting Warpath to produce a little firepower of his own. He activated all of them, every weapon in his arsenal.
A high energy 120mm shell destroyed the squad standing before him, with his grenades and plasma fire crushing the adjacent groups. Once the last Vehicon's body hit the cold floor, Warpath fired up his comms again, "Pretty POW sure I just reduced the Nemesis's crew by a fourth. How's it coming on your end?"
The moment Megatron heard the sirens going off, he immediately threw himself into the fray, though of course.. he naturally sent the Vehicons first. The pawns were always supposed to make the first move, after all.
One escaped prisoner? It had angered him. A second escaped prisoner? Enraged. A third? Oh hell no. Megatron was not going to tolerate another failure. He had made the mistake of entrusting his own mechs and femmes to keep the prisoners aboard the ship, but even his own Decepticon Justice Division had failed him. At the very least.. Kaon had. He had ensured that Tarn would give him his due punishment.
The tyrant stormed down the halls as the sounds of gunfire filled the air, both from his troops and from the intruders themselves. A dark scowl etched deeply onto his faceplates, his blade erupting from his armor. There would be no need for the Dark Star Saber here, unless.. Optimus was among this rescue group. He swore to himself that such a weapon would only be saved for his greatest foe.
He turned down the hallway just in time to hear Warpath's words as his crimson optics pierced through the darkness of the corridor. "A fourth, perhaps.. but we shall see what remains of you and your entourage before the battle's end." Lunging forward, Megatron brought down his blade upon Warpath, effectively joining the fray whether or not he hit his intended target.
Blizzard had to shake her head at the antics of her fellow Autobots. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised at how this mission was going. It was planned this way, for distraction and separation and just general chaos. She had to stay focused on the task at hand.
The screaming stopped her from reporting in, and she honed in on the sound and started moving as quickly and quietly as she could towards it. She hoped he kept it up, hoped his strength held long enough for her to reach him. She was already pulling up his medical files, prepping for any injury he could possibly have. Also accounting for things like anemia and dehydration. She had some supplies with her, but not everything she was sure she'd need to see him well again. That would have to wait until they got back to base.
She stopped and braced herself against the side of the vent when the ship rocked under another round of weapons in an enclosed space. The Nemesis' crew was fighting back, of course, and she swore she heard Megatron's voice. Meaning they had to hurry. Few could stand up to the leader of the Decepticons for long, and she didn't want to test if Warpath or Ironhide could do so.
Finally she reached the human they'd come for. She checked the room first and, after sniping the two Vehicon guards left to guard the young human, leapt down from the vents and secured the door. "That won't keep them long if they figure out I'm in here. Autobot medic Blizzard. I'm here to bring you to safety."
She knelt next to the cell and carefully disengaged a few interesting 'traps' that would have done harm to the youngster but posed little real thread to a grown Cybertronian. She cooed quietly, making soft clicking sounds as she used a tiny laser to disengage the shackles on his body. Her free hand remained under his body so that when he was freed he'd simply be able to sink into her palm. But once she had him free she was essentially switched to a non-combatant. She needed both hands free to use her rifle, and now she had to get Chris to safety as well as herself.
She scanned him and made a list of his injuries. "It isn't safe for me to treat you here." She did pull a carefully prepared little bag from her pack and offer it to him. "Its water. Drink it slowly, I don't want you purging." She heard someone hit the door and winced. "We have to go." She told him before gathering him up and hauling herself back into the vents. It would be slow going with only one free hand, but she'd have to manage.
The door behind her blew about the time she skittered out of the overhead vent, and she knew things were about to get worse. So she broke her comm silence.
::Autobots, I have him. I've found our missing youngling and am on my way out. Cover requested.::
She did not expect this to go easily. Once they realized she had their prisoner, Blizzard fully expected the Decepticons to make things as difficult as possible. Especially if they figured out she couldn't use her weapons while protecting her patient.
Such a ruckus these Autobots were causing. A daring attempt to, yet again, slip aboard the Nemisis. It made his energon boil, the sheer arrogance of the maneuver. They had obviously been left alone for too long if they thought to simply walk in and walk back out.
The door of the cell blew open, preceded by the loud discharge of a twin fusion canon. The prisoner had been moved to a more secure cell after his time spent with Shockwave, but, apparently some things had been overlooked. He had expected a frontal assault when the alarms sounded and placed himself outside with a few Vehicons for backup. But, it seemed that this 'bot was smarter than he'd first assumed. They'd gone through the vents.
He threw the door fully open, motioning with one hand to the open vent.
"Pursue them."
The orders left no room for argument, and the Vehicons had a healthy fear of him. One of the grounders painstakingly squeezed himself into the vent with the help of one of his fellows. Tarn left them to do as they were told, pulling up a schematic of the Nemisis. It was a precaution, taken when he'd realized just how easily the Autobots had infiltrated last time. Now, he was glad of his cautiousness. He focused on the vents, where they would let out and what route the little Autobot would most likely take.
He opened his comms as he left the brig, following the route he thought most logical for interception. The message broadcasted over the open airwaves, not just on the Decepticon frequencies, easily heard by anyone with a comm.
::This is Tarn of the Decepticon Justice Division. A single Autobot has stolen the prisoner and is in the ventilation system. I am in pursuit.::
Could Tarn himself fit in the vents? No. But he wanted them to know just who was coming for them. Who was waiting at the end of that shaft. His reputation, and that of the DJD, was as much a weapon as his twin fusion cannon. If he could terrify his enemies, cloud their judgment before they even saw his mask, the odds were already in his favor.
Ironhid was certain he hadn't had this much fun in a long time. The mech was smiling with grim satisfaction as he discharged his canons again and again. The ping of blaster fire failing to penetrate his armor was a familiar song by this point, and the pain of a few well-placed shots were just reminders that he was still alive.
He'd pushed away from where they had dropped, hoping to pull the enemy's attention to himself rather than the rescue proper. A trail of downed footsoldiers lay in his wake, smoking from cannon fire, some of them with melted plating from the superheaded lead loaded in his 'water gun'.
Warpath's comment over the comms drew a bark of laughter from the weapons specialist.
::I ain't keepin' count, but I got a lot of dead 'Cons over here.::
He rounded a corner, coming up on another small knot of 'Cons. He'd just brought his canon to bear when Blizzard's comm came through.
::That'a girl. I'll circle 'round-::
His reply was cut off by an intruding signal, one sent straight through the open air, completely readable by everyone within rang. The name the individual identified themselves as drove the smile right off Ironhide's faceplates. He'd heard that the DJD had done a number on Ratchet and Pharma. The former was his old friend, and it made his temper flare to hear them threatening his allies now.
He finished off the vehicons, sustaining more minor injuries. The mission was more important than payback.
::I'll cover ya'.::
He turned and transformed, heading back toward the pick up location.
Moonracer felt like she was on a repeat cycle, having been turned around a few times from the Vehicons, just in sheer numbers. It baffled her at how many of these drone-like soldiers there were, having not seen this many since she had made a trip here and there around the universe. 'This place is a lot bigger on the inside than I thought, even this map is only helping so much.' Moonracer thought, transforming and skidding to a halt, drawing her other rifle to begin sniping the Vehicons, gritting her teeth as she ducked behind a corner for cover.
Some relief finally came when she heard Blizzard mention she had the young techno-organic they came to extract. She flinched as a few shots hit the corner once more, causing her to peer around to fire a few more shots in response before hiding behind the corner once more. But the relief turned into concern as a voice spoke over the open air, making her spark fill with dread. A few choice colorful curses left her as Moonracer took off from trying to get at the Vehicons, using her internal computer to bring up a map towards the intended pick up location.
":I can be there in a short time, maybe I can slow this guy down. Or catch his attention. Either way, its probably best you don't come out of the vents Blizzard.:" Moonracer responded as she transformed to vehicle form, engine revving and echoing off the walls as she sped away. She hissed slightly as a few shots still grazed her form, and one striking her bumper. "Frag it, I just buffed my armor this morning too." She grumbled, trying to not let the dread get to her too much. She may not have been with the Autobots nearly as long as the other three, but she had heard sayings and warnings of the Decepticon Justice Division, and if these sayings were true...she had to haul butt.
It was as Moonracer drifted around a corner did she come to a screeching halt when she saw a rather tall, muscular looking mech, intimidating in appearance. This was probably the guy. And they were closer to the extraction point than she liked. "Hey, tall, dark, and gruesome, I hear you like music. How about me and you dance?" Moonracer called, engine revving, challenging Tarn, taunting him. This was probably one of the stupidest things she had done in a long while, but she couldn't falter now. Transforming to robot mode, Moonracer was already drawing her Nucleon Charge Rifle once more, firing a few incendiary rounds towards the larger Cybertronian.
The DJD's smelter didn't react to the alarm at first. If they failed, they probably deserved it. It was only when Tarn's familiar voice broadcasted over the comms that he started to move. Sadly he had the same problem as Tarn. Too big to fit into the vents. He didn't understand why they made the vents so large though. Just make them smaller and they can't get in. ::By the way who designed this ship?:: he asked Tarn privately. ::Kinda feel like putting them on the List for designing excessively large vents.::
A light-colored flash in the vents above Helex caught his attention. "Do u kno de wae?" he asked the intruder. "U do not kno de wae. Let me sho u de wae." He punched the vents, denting it significantly. If he were lucky he would be able to trap them between the dents.
A shock wave was felt and instantly a shadows looms towards an observation room. His steps ever quiet as he wouldn't have the slightest desire to make such while he retreats to a secure location. He shoved aside a Vehicon manning the cameras once inside.
Twin tentacles slinked out to plug in.
Encrypted Data Streams Enabled
Establishing Connection With Individuals>
MEGATRON
Connection In Progress
The computer multitasked as he began to search the cameras, locate the intruders. He found some. One was particularly verbose in their comic book sound effects while burst through any that were not ordered to their stations. This one was a threat. Especially how his water cannon tore through their armor. Something so mundane.
His next course of action was communicating said threat to the troops. Shields, wall formations. He watched some poor Vehicons get torn away... Tortoise position. He even made a few special orders, particuler to 3 heavy Vehicon units to gather certain materials.
He was soon connected to Megatron and began to speak to him. Encrypted codes sent to the Glorious Leader of an advancing squadron of shield bearing Vehicons with a special gift.
And just like a chameleon, his optics were everywhere. He even took notice of an Autobot confronting Tarn. Then he hears that an Autobot has a prisoner. That was a spark that ignited Soundwave's searches, mainly along routes with ventilation shafts that he could see. He would need a schematic of the ship's airways for him to be as thorough as possible for this elusive Autobot, who was just outside of his eyes.
A thought... If the ventilations are too small for both Tarn and Helex who was pounding away. Perhaps a smaller, more agile Decepticon was in order.
Decepticon Height Ranges Are Far Greater Than Current Ducts
Suggestion Of Smallest Decepticons:
Nickel
Ravage
Current Medic Nickel Is Ill Suited For Job, Ravage Is Practically Made For This
Sending Orders to Ravage
Soundwave had no qualm with sending his beloved Ravage into the ducts to flush out an Autobot. Surely the Autobot's sense of duty would prevent them from letting Ravage harm them and must escape. Then he lifted his helm a bit in awe. Just how long was the duct system? He was sending Ravage in blind even if he got the general area. Still, he sent the order in hopes that Ravage was aboard the ship to achieve the goal he had set.
Soundwave superior, Autobots inferior
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