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He watched the two talk and discuss a plan before the one with the ears stepped forward while Ratchet moved on towards the temple. He grew agitated that there were two of them and one of him. Laserbeak may be great and all, but he is no fighter in close quarters that Ratchet subjected himself to inside that temple of hallways and random rooms.
Once Wheeljack started to listen and observe... Soundwave knew that his position would soon be revealed. His legs curled into a position to spring him out while his blades slid effortlessly from his hands. The sounds he made kept going up till that explosive approached him.
The wavelength on his mask ceased going along with the nature sounds before an agitated wave appeared and a beep.
A cloud of dirt, vegetation, trees, and stone flew up while the Communication's Officer flew back and slammed into a solid tree behind him. WHAM! There the tree bent quite a bit. He groaned in agony now from the explosion before his onboard computers tracked pain and damage. A large rock had struck him in the chest and sent him back, which had dented his chest armor a bit but he could still walk.
Now the winded Decepticon rose to his pedes with a heavy huff before lifting his head to peer at the dust that cleared rather quickly. His blades were still out while he lifted an arm for a defensive position. Now he walked through the debris and came through, weakened from the chest strike. He will have to play defensively if he wants to last long seeing as any strikes to his weakened chest armor would do him in easily.
Laserbeak Is Reporting Operational Systems After That Blast
Keep Laserbeak Aloft And Away from Further Explosions
He kept telling himself that Ratchet would be fine. After all, the medic had survived this long in the war without needing a Wrecker to protect him, and it wasn’t as if he was even remotely helpless -- Wheeljack knew Ratchet had a mean throwing hand when provoked, and he had canons and medical tools at his disposal! Still, he couldn’t help but worry. He knew Ratchet preferred a support role to running missions, and that he was probably out of his comfort zone. What if there were ‘Cons lurking the temple? And where exactly was Soundwave’s little birdie?
He gave himself a good shake. He could not allow worry to distract him: a first, as Wheeljack had never let his mind wander so much like this on the battlefield in the middle of a fight before. He’d never had a reason. ‘The Doc’ll be fine,’ he repeated to himself. Besides, the Wrecker had more pressing issues to deal with.
The grenade clink-clink-clinked across the broken cobblestone courtyard to where he knew the ‘Con hid. “This should be fun,” Wheeljack grinned to himself, his battle-mask snapping into place as the timer ticked down to zero, and flung himself into the fray.
It brought him a grim sort of delight to see that his explosive strategy had worked, as Soundwave certainly looked rather dented and scuffed from his impromptu flying lesson into a tree trunk. Wheeljack swung at the Decepticon, determined to take advantage of whatever injuries the other bot might have and exploit any openings he could get. Despite the damage done, however, Soundwave still moved with a fluid sort of grace, dangerous and difficult to pin down. For each hard strike the Wrecker took at him, he deftly avoided it with a casual turn, twisting and twirling almost effortlessly as he dodged each blow. Soundwave wasn’t the first slippery ‘Con Wheeljack had faced, however, and he wouldn’t be the last, and he doubled his efforts and the power behind his swings with a wordless yell.
Finally, Wheeljack scored a hit - the very tip of his blade scraped across the glass visor of his foe, creating a minute but clearly visible scratch. “Hah!” he laughed, battlelust hot in his veins.
Unfortunately, he didn’t see the long tentacle appendage coming up in his blindspot until it was far too late, and the Wrecker was struck hard across the face and sent stumbling backwards on unsteady feet. One sword was knocked out of his grasp, so he held the other in a two-handed grip and charged forward again with a yell. This time, the tentacle grabbed him by the face. Wheeljack was lifted entirely off the ground and slammed down like a ragdoll, once, twice, before being effortlessly tossed aside. The Wrecker hit the cobblestones hard and slid a good ways, momentarily stunned by the attack. “Ughh…”
As Ratchet continued his journey into the depths of the temple, he found himself in a small room with two different paths he could take. Scrap, he was so not in the mood for guessing games! There was no way for him to make an educated guess as to where this relic was, so he settled for the path that only took him down into the lowest levels of the temple.
Even now all he could do was worry about how Wheeljack was doing outside. Hopefully he was doing just fine, that Soundwave hadn't harmed him in any way, but he knew by now that chances were that at least one of them was going to get roughed up, and chances were it would be the Wrecker if anyone. Soundwave was stealthy and sneaky. Wheeljack.. strong, but a bit brash at times. Wild, even.
Reaching the lowest point of the temple, that's when the medic finally found what it had been that they had come for. Atop of a small pedestal sat the Resonance Blaster, small and just waiting to be picked up by the right hands. No way would Ratchet allow the Decepticons to get their hands on this thing, and now it was property of the Autobots. Carefully he picked it up, affixing it to his right arm. For now he'd carry it like so, but once he got back to base..? He'd decide what to do then.
Now that the blaster was in his possession, Ratchet turned around in preparation to make his journal back up to the entrance of the temple and help Wheeljack out.. provided he hadn't already taken care of Soundwave. Now he just couldn't take it. He was going to comm him and see how things were on his end.
<<"Wheeljack, what is your condition? I have the blaster and I'm on my way back now.">>
The medic was out of Laserbeak's sight and Soundwave will have to act fast to get to the resonance blaster before Ratchet even catches a glimpse of it. That doctor will need to be eliminated swiftly, yet this wrecker stands before him and his new goal. A new challenge for today than just collecting an artifact.
His arms drooped to show the reflection of the Wrecker upon that faceless mask as he advanced upon his opponent. The reflection of the Wrecker had only lasted for a brief instance when he moved from the smoke of the blast. A wild swing and those large arms pivoted and shifted their wide smooth surfaces to deflect the blows from this swordsman. From deflections to side stepping with a breathless grunt of pain, Soundwave kept dodging while observing the Wrecker's strategy.
All those swipes gave way to a motion that the Wrecker showed. Which was his dominant side and how fast each one was. Yet the Communications Officer had yet to realize that this Wrecker didn't like the idea of staying consistent in battle. A solid scratch upon his visor had him reeling while his onboard computers made his tentacles flop out all limp like while he stumbled backwards. He had programmed this maneuver ages ago, get struck and lead the target into a false sense of hope...
The tentacles slithered together while Wheeljack's arms lifted, one smashing through an arm to render it weaponless while the second decided to grab his battlemask, to test how durable it was. The rocks beneath the Wrecker were smashed up as Soundwave lifted the Autobot up once, twice before yanking his tendrils off to the side to watch the Wrecker slide off.
Systems Error
VisOR In Need of rep/er
The strokes made with those blades did a number on his visor. A simple crack from the outside while on the inside it had the delicate intricacies damaged. He will need to get that repaired soon... He switched his visual feed to a more direct one while that crack was still visible.
Knockout will have to repair his mask aboard the Nemesis. Speaking of medics, there was one that needed to be eradicated. The silent mech turned and started to pave his way towards the temple, with the use of his tentacles to shove anything out of his way.
Though his skill as a warrior and a brawler were great, Wheeljack tended to get cocky and his arrogance got the best of him at times. It’d been a long time since anyone had trounced him so thoroughly (not to mention so quickly) that his wounds smarted only half as much as his pride. Perhaps he might’ve underestimated Soundwave’s skills a bit, and jumped in feet first without stopping to think about just how deep he might end up over his head.
He wasn’t down and out just yet, though. When Soundwave turned toward the temple, Wheeljack forced himself out of punch-addled-ness and to his feet, his actions fueled by fear: Ratchet was still in that temple, and the Wrecker did not intend to let Soundwave anywhere near him... or the relic they were hunting. With a characteristic yell, Wheeljack flung himself at the Decepticon and tackled him from behind, sending them both sprawling to the ground in an ungraceful heap of tangled limbs.
Ratchet’s voice over the comm link crackled to life. The Wrecker’s spark leapt at the sound. <<”Kinda- busy here, Doc,”>> He grunted, determinedly trying to wrestle Soundwave into submission. He was failing, only because Soundwave had extra appendages with which to pummel him with, but he still gave it his best shot anyways. <<”Get back t’you in… a minute!”>>
Finally he’d had enough of fending off the tentacles. With a snarl, Wheeljack lunged forward and slammed his head into Soundwave’s with an almighty clang, and the sound of splintering glass. “There I go again, shattering expectations,” Wheeljack said smugly, watching in satisfaction as the hairline cracks in Soundwave’s visor radiated even further outward. The ‘Con was so close that he could see his own reflection in the visor. He imagined whatever face that was under that mask was likely sneering at him now -- if there was even a face under there to begin with.
He really ought to have seen the next blow coming, having presumably learned from past mistakes, but Wheeljack was a slow learner in that regard. Headbutting Soundwave was probably the stupidest thing he’d done today, for breaking his mask probably just ticked him off royally even more. “Argh!” He was knocked right off the ‘Con and onto his back, pinned down moments later with another tentacle-limb descending toward his chest with what looked like a drill. He grabbed hold of it, desperate to keep it from boring a hole straight through to his spark.
If Ratchet hadn't known that he was busy fighting off Soundwave in order to buy the medic some time, he almost would have taken offense to that statement. Regardless, he'd gotten the answer he was looking for without Wheeljack even having to say it. All he had to do was say anything and Ratchet was fine. It meant that the Wrecker was still alive, and that was really the best he could hope for. If he was wounded, he didn't quite know, but he had called right in the middle of the battle. Primus, he could only hope that he hadn't distracted him and caused more harm than good. If nothing else, Wheeljack now knew the medic was on his way.
What Ratchet didn't know was that Soundwave was trying to do the very same.
After what had felt like an eternity, Ratchet raced up the stairs, passed through the empty chamber, rushed through the winding hallways and back through the temple gate. The choices were his and his alone (with some persuasion from Wheeljack), and the Autobots had won the Resonance Blaster from the depths of the temple. As the medic made his way back down the steps and into the familiar scenery where he had left Wheeljack, he found himself rushing towards the battle. It only took a moment to realize that the Wrecker was in a sticky situation, and Soundwave could potentially kill him if he didn't act quickly. Oh, was Ratchet furious at the sight, but not at Wheeljack. Oh, no. A certain Decepticon had it coming.
Not caring if the communications chief heard him coming or not, he raised his arm with the blaster once he'd been close enough in range and fired it at Soundwave. Oh how ironic this would be if Soundwave were hit by these... soundwaves.
"Get away from him.. or there will be more where that came from, Soundwave."
His optics scanned the area without any special equipment to detect heat signatures, Energon... He was seeing colors rather than reducing it all to data. It was disgustingly vibrant this world was. So many greens, browns, greys. It impeded his movements a bit as he didn't know what to step on.
His back armor was struck by a large mech, one of which who shouldn't be alive! His slim body fell forward and his mind kicked in. Instincts and training couldn't do much aside from forcing his body into a limpness to keep his limbs from going stiff and getting damaged. This lead to him getting in a tangle with Wheeljack before sending his tentacles out in a near panic, Get off!
A slippery tentacle slipped free and slammed it's thick trunk into the back of Wheeljack's legs to get them to flinch long enough while another tentacle sprung free only because it punched upwards, right into Wheeljack's gut! This allowed Soundwave a moment to rise while his tentacles aimed at Wheeljack before zipping towards his limbs to get him to go into a defensive state than an offensive one.
Slash slash punch! The tentacles could only move so quickly and reel back before Soundwave discovered a hard knocks life. That crest of Wheeljack's helm only proved how a small point of impact with the weight of a mech could prove so devastating. The hairline fracture, which was already large in of itself, cracked and groaned loudly enough for the two.
Wheeljack had the ball bearings to damage his face mask... Soundwave will have to tear them off as a prize before tossing them into the smelting pits.
He held his face at this point while the reflection of Wheeljack was upon it. Seething hate scorched those hidden optics behind that mask while those thin arms rotated slowly to appear much larger. This provided another chance to draw attention to his rage and fill Wheeljack with pride at having cracked his visor.
A slippery devil suddenly slammed hard into Wheeljack's center of mass to push him hard and back! A heavy tentacle slammed right onto his legs to pin him to the ground while the second had the grippers form a drillbit. VRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrr he slowed down the spinning so it wouldn't bore right through him effortlessly. He wanted Wheeljack to suffer and as long as possible. His mind was entirely focused on that... He neglected to take in the surroundings as Ratchet took aim at him. The communications officer will be in for a treat.
What came next was his balancing instruments were assaulted by those vile sound waves. He could feel his entire body be shaken by it as well. He wanted to collapse and hold himself while the deafening silence came riding on a massive rocket called pain. The drill tentacle stopped before frantically clutching the air for safe haven while Soundwave stepped away from the Wrecker, leaving him on the ground while the Decepticon tried to shield his head while he releasing a distorted constant screech of agony. He could see his world oh so blurry and soon spinning as his balancing instruments flipped between up is left and down is up.
No matter how strong he was or how solid his battle stance was, the appendages that came from all directions quickly overtook and incapacitated him. Moving at almost unnatural speed, one slammed into Wheeljack’s check and drove the air from his ventilation systems, knocking him off balance and sending him stumbling backwards. Another swung around and caught him at the back of his knees, and he effortlessly toppled with a startled shout. Soundwave was on him then, and it was around then that Wheeljack dimly remembered that this ‘Con had been a champion gladiator before the war for a reason.
“Gah!” The Wrecker would have made a witty quip then were he not so focused upon gripping at the drillbit tentacle intent on boring a hole straight through to his spark chamber. Wheeljack growled as he tried to keep it at bay, snarling up at Soundwave from behind his own battle mask, but even he knew when he was losing a fight. “F-frag you!”
Just when the drill was about to make contact with his chest plating, oscillating waves of sound rocked through them both. Though Soundwave was the main target and took the brunt of it, Wheeljack was caught by the very edge of the blast. He gave an agonized yowl of his own as his audio sensors nearly overloaded from the strain. The tentacle-limbs holding him down disappeared, and so too did Soundwave’s weight a few moments later. The Wrecker took the opportunity to clamp his hands over his audials in hopes of blocking out the high frequency sound, but just as soon as it started, the pulsing waves stopped.
Wheeljack groaned, giving his head a shake in hopes that that would clear out the ringing, but he had no luck. He laid there for a few moments, before a voice cut through the disorienting fog, and the Wrecker lifted his head to look blearily in the direction of its origin. It was Ratchet, arm outstretched, with some sort of weapon attached to his arm and a thunderous expression that would send any bot running for cover. Wheeljack’s bleary state, the medic looked more dangerous and more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen.
Reality soon slid back into focus, and the Wrecker shakily stumbled to his feet. “Hey, Sunshine,” he slurred, shaking his head again. Nope, audio sensors still ringing. “Y’got the… whatever that thing is?”
To say that Ratchet had arrived right in the nick of time had been a gross understatement. Just a nanoklik later.. Just one nanoklik later, and Wheeljack would have likely paid for a one way ticket to the Well of Allsparks. Like the Pit was the medic going to let that happen. That's why he went for the save just as he had. He fired the Resonance Blaster at Soundwave, letting that bass drop as the slender mech fell away from Wheeljack.
However, he hadn't anticipated accidentally striking the Wrecker with the blast as well. He'd apologize later, but if he had to choose between the two, he'd rather him have a simple processor-ache than be dead. Right now, he was more concerned for the younger mech's safety.
Once Soundwave was off, he rushed over to Wheeljack's side, keeping that arm trained on the Chief of Communications in case he tried to attack the both of them. How strange it had felt.. Wheeljack had been the one protecting him in the beginning, and now here Ratchet was protecting his protector of sorts. He liked the thought of that to be honest, but he had better things to concern himself with. With the white mech behind him, Ratchet fired the weapon once more, unleashing the waves of sound once again at the Decepticon. "Don't make me break my medical oaths, Soundwave. I'm not in the mood for this."
As Wheeljack got to his peds, Ratchet wrapped an arm around him in order to help him stand, smiling softly as he was greeted. "Are you alright? I didn't mean for that to hurt you.." He sighed to himself, looking Wheeljack over briefly, checking for any sort of injuries. If nothing else, he was going to have to give him a full check-up once they returned to the Jackhammer. "Yes. I have the thing. Now come on. We need to get you back to the ship. I swear.. You really should have called me to tell me you were in trouble. I told you I would come back for you. You're really lucky.. you know that, Wheeljack?"
Making haste, Ratchet did his best to guide Wheeljack back towards the ship, even if it meant having to go back through all those vines and mud.
Instead of soft steps made by the Decepticon, his pedes slammed into the ground in an effort to find stable ground in all of this rocking sea. The land was rolling before him as he tried to find a nice high perch to cling to for safety. Yet as he reached a nice stable spot, it was proven to be just as dangerous as a few steps ago. This land was hellish to him all of a sudden.
Despite him knowing the cause, he couldn't help but think Primus had decided to release all the galaxy's bad luck upon up. His mask fritzed and displayed multiple errors that belonged to his being. Balance, hearing, his armor being cracked, internal systems awry. It was made doubly worse when the second blast struck him.
A solid thud of his entire being hitting the ground followed after the blast. He could only stare at the fast moving ground and the two before him. There was only two of them. Maybe they will leave him be while he tries to figure out how to move again before he fills his mask with what his tanks held.
Observations Comm/
Automatic Distress Signal Activated
Body Too Weak To Proceed
Recommended Course Of Action:
Lay In Current Location Until Retrieval
A victory today for those two Autobots. For their luck of getting such a devastating weapon was what won them this battle. Maybe next time it will be disastrous as it is to him for them. A new vendetta for those two will be cultivated and their heads will serve as exquisite trophies in his room. That time will come, but for now... Rest.