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Chris practically broke down crying at the sight of Blizzard.
He breathed deeply, and allowed the femme to introduce herself as she freed him. So she was a medic? Ok that was good because he absolutely knew he needed one. Groaning in pain a little, he rubbed his wrists, looking up at her slowly. “I’m just... So happy to see you guys. I don’t know, for a while there I thought...” he rasped a little. “I thought Warpath had forgotten me or something. Felt like you guys were just gonna leave me...”
God he felt weak, his words getting fainter.
He was practically ravenous for the water she pulled out. Taking it, he carefully began to drink from it, taking her advice. Of course, she took him after saying she couldn’t heal his wounds there. It was ok though, he was safe now he figured, “Thank you...” he murmured again, trying to keep himself conscious in case things went south.
He didn’t say anything again until he heard Helex. The voice was followed by slamming against the vents. Fear twisted through his stomach as he tried to calm himself down. He clutched hard onto Blizzard, body trembling slowly. He knew it may have seemed weird but doing so did relax him even a little. Just knowing he was safely in someone’s protection and not facing this alone. “Oh god...” was all he mumbled.
Huh. Megatron actually had the bearings to answer his challenge directly. That, or he'd happened upon Warpath by sheer circumstance. Regardless, Megatron was an obstruction that needed to be moved. Warpath was also incredibly enthusiastic about getting the opportunity to engage the Decepticon leader in one on one combat, finally. He hadn't maintained an arsenal this large and complex for so long for nothing, after all.
Warpath's faceplate and tracking visor slid over his still-grinning visage, eager to get the party started. The walking tank let loose a single shot from his chest-mounted cannon, although Megatron wasn't the intended target. The shell impacted just ahead of the charging Decepticon, too far to have been meant to lead its target. The projectile burst into a thick cloud of smoke meant to obfuscate Megatron's vision, and to allow Warpath and his thermal scanner to do the rest.
Truth be told, he'd been planning for this occasion for a long time, regardless of however improbable it was. Megatron was blind and Warpath was not, step one complete. Step two, rain hell. The Autobot adopted a wide stance, deploying each and every one of his many weapons, starting with the chain gun. Missiles, grenades and gunfire poured down the hallway towards Megatron. He was dead-set on absolutely demolishing Megatron and any other Decepticon in his way, for his boy's sake.
She didn't slow down once she had her patient, clutching him to her chassis protectively while moving as quickly as she could through the maintenance access she'd used to retrieve him. She heard the voices around her, and cringed first at Tarn's distinctive tones and then at Helex's. Her inner monologue consisted entirely of the word 'nope' being repeated over and over again as she gave up on being silent and opted for speed. They were discovered, and she didn't plan to be caught.
"Everything's going to be alright little one. I promise. Autobots don't leave anyone behind." She spoke rapidly and in low tones despite no longer really caring if they could hear her. Likely by now someone was tracking her anyway. She squeaked in alarm when Helex punched the vents right behind her, doing her best to move along quickly. She did not want him to bring her out of there the hard way.
The chanting below her chilled her to her spark. She didn't know what he meant by his words, other than as a means of freaking her out. The inner ramble of 'nope' started up again mentally as she locked onto the first Autobot signal she could find and made for it.
Then came the sounds of claws scraping against metal and the femme knew someone small enough to move faster than she could was in there with her. She didn't slow down, but a few moments later something sharp dug into her leg and started pulling at her. Ravage. One of Soundwave's little minions.
He snarled at her and had to have sent back her exact location, maybe even figured out she was a medic as she was the one attending the boy, but she didn't know. She did know she had to lose him or she wasn't getting out of here and neither was Chris. So she reared back with her free leg and started kicking the feline Decepticon in the face over and over again. He clawed at her and tried to stop her flailing, but she was bigger and stronger and soon he was kicked back from her and stopped moving. She hoped he was unconscious, but didn't stop to check.
"Hold on a little longer, we're getting out of here."
Megatron was prepared to jump out of the way as Warpath fired, but then took notice that he wasn't the target of the canon fire.. that or the Autobot was a poor shot.
It didn't take long for him to figure out the mech's plan, however, as smoke filled the hallway. Blinding. He had intended to obscure the tyrant's vision so that he could not see, and therefore would be open to any attack that Warpath shot at him. "I do not need my optics to hear where you are, Autobot!" Megatron snarled, fighting his way through the smoke as he stormed towards him.
He swung his bladed arm through the air, not so much to actually hit Warpath but to knock any missiles or grenades out of the way that he could find. Doing so, he took a hefty amount of damage, but he still stood. True, there was the advantage of a tactical retreat, but Megatron would not run. He would not allow this pesky Autobot to get close to the organic.
...And that's when he heard Tarn's comm.
Angrily, he roared and charged in the direction he last heard Warpath. ::Decepticons, retrieve the prisoner! I want it back in it's cell NOW!!::
"You may have acted as a distraction while your Autobot companions retrieve the prisoner, but I promise that you will not be rejoining your team anytime soon."
Ironhide's passage was slowed by the new tactics the vehicons employed. Soundwave's work, most likely. Pain in the aft. Still, after suffering some more minor damage, he managed to push past them.
And it was fortunate he did.
When he arrived, there was a huge 'con, pounding at the vents. Assumedly, that was where Blizzard was trying to escape through. Ironhide didn't pause. Sure, the 'con was at least half again his size and had what appeared to be...
A smelter in his chest.
Mentally, Ironhide did pause.
He'd heard about the DJD, in more than one horror story over the vorns. They were infamous among both Autobots and Decepticons for the horrors they caused...and enjoyed causing. The rumors said that one of them had a smelter in his chest. If this was that bot...
Nope, no time for overthinking.
"Ya oversized scrapheap! Give this old timer a try!"
He brought her arm around and fired a shot from his cannon.
Helex's quick response sent a surge of something like pride through the DJD commander. His teammate would be thorough in this, and, honestly, aside from Lord Megatron, was the only one Tarn expected to do his job right in this situation. He moved at something of a jog down the hallway, pedes thudding heavily, tracks jarring slightly on his shoulders with each step. A chuckle left his vocalizer.
::Indeed, Helex. I agree that the design is...less than ideal.::
It was at that moment that a green vehicle came skidding around a corner up ahead, from deeper within the ship. He didn't pause in his charge, though he was certainly surprised. Few dared challenge him so blatantly. Yet here this...femme was, taunting him. His eyes narrowed, a smirk pulling at his scarred lip components beneath his mouth. She was far enough from him that he was still at long distance when she transformed and fired on him. Tarn was forced to halt briefly, throwing his arm up to cover his head as the rounds exploded against his armor. He growled, the heat, while not having penetrated fully, certainly having singed the circuitry through the seams there.
He slowly lowered his arm, feeling a familiar excitement well within him at the prospect of a new prey. He was already shifting into the mindset of the torturer, wanting to play with this newcomer, when Megatron's order rang across the comm. Immediately, he straightened and resumed his charge.
::As you command,:: was his short reply.
He brought his double fusion canon up and fired on the Autobot. She was rather small and slight, but, he knew from having Vos about that this could be disguising a great deal of strength. Still, he would attempt to move to close range, where he could engage her hand to hand with his size advantage. And, should need arise, with his voice.
"You will need to do better, my dear Autobot," he called over the canon fire.
Okay, that got his attention. But, it was clear Tarn's thicker armor plating would be hell to get through and cause serious damage. She had to think smart in this situation, smart and fast.
His brief pause gave her a moment to look over his frame better. A quick scan of his form didn't exactly help. In fact, it only brought the dread back to her spark, seeing most of the weaknesses she could normally exploit were heavily armored and only a few places provided such an open spot to strike and maybe give Tarn pause. But this DJD member was well armored, and it would almost be like fighting Warpath during a training session. 'Okay Moony, just going to have to aim for those other weak spots.' She thought as she gripped her rifle in one hand and came to rest the other on her handgun at her side.
Moment she saw that fusion cannon powering up however, Moonracer's optics narrowed and she immediately sidestepped the first shot, feeling the heat of the blast. "Oooh, packing some heat I see, you really know how to light up the party." The velocitronian continued to taunt, firing a few shots in between the cannon blasts, which were a little close for comfort in such a space as a warship. True, the Nemesis was a bit more spacious but the halls only offered so much room she could use for proper cover and she would run out of luck soon enough. And with Tarn charging towards her once more she was running out distance to use to get any proper shots in. Might as well take a risk.
Hand leaving her handgun at her hip, Moonracer shifted to kneeling on one knee, carefully aiming and firing four quick shots-one for each ankle, one where his hip joint met with his pelvic armor, and one for the optic. But, she left herself open, letting out a pained cry as his next shot struck the floor right in front of her, knocking her back some feet away and her rifle sliding across the floor out of her reach. The blast had torn some of her armor but she still functioned, for the time being, just being left in pain and disoriented. "Ouch..." She mumbled, shaking her head as she propped herself up on her elbows, vision trying to focus. "Don't suppose a trade could be possible, huh? Could serenade me over an organic gruesome, mean think I'm far more your type." It was a feeble attempt to continue to keep Tarn distracted, yet there was seriousness in her tone.
Maybe it could give the DJD commander pause, if long enough to give Ironhide, Warpath, and the others to take out the rest of the Decepticons and escape. 'I'm probably going to regret those words.'
Clomp clomp clomp clomp. The metallic shuffle of heavy gear was heard as something made it's way towards Megatron and Warpath. A megaton of war was coming! It was just hidden around the corner.
The first broke around it and it was a solid shield, then another, and another, a massive phalanx that wasn't set up to stand upright but angled to better their armor capabilities from shell based attacks. This black millipede worked it's way into view before stopping at the shelling and smoke just to have one member speak up.
"Lord Megatron! Soundwave sends his 50,000 Regards!"
50,000? That wasn't the amount of Vehicons aboard this ship! But then a soft chrrrrrr, and another chrrrr, and a third chrrr came from within this armored mass.
Those shields parted to reveal a gaggle of Vehicons to support this armored millipede approach, yet in the center was three heavier Vehicons totting gatling guns each. Oh so that is what 50,000 regards means... Those trio took aim before the shields began to close in around them to reduce them to a blind firing state at where Warpath was.
Soundwave superior, Autobots inferior
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