Volcano Peak

The steam and smoke make it almost impossible as it swirls around you to see. The lava is seen bubbling and churning inside the volcano. Ash floats around in the air covering things nearby as it filters up from the volcano. The air is very very hot around here. Jagged rocks are all over the ground. Most if not all the plant life is dead up here. Down below at the base of the volcano you can see the bubbling tar pits.

Contents:

Fulcrum

Obvious exits:

Southwest <SW> leads to Rocky Cliffs.

Down <D> leads to Tar Pits.

Fulcrum stands atop the huge volcanic peak, shading his optics from the bright sunlight as he casts his gaze out over the island, the strange shape of the Energon Cubulator sitting beside him, oh-so-slowly generating a cube from the heat rising from the Volcano. It's almost not worth bothering with, which is probably why Fulcrum is just using it as an excuse to get out of NCC. Beautiful and deadly as the city is, it does sometimes close in on you.

Although he gets out often enough on patrols, Fleet can certainly understand that. Besides, lately when he's not on patrol or a mission he's expected to be training, and thus he wanted to come along. The yellow seeker doesn't actually stand on the peak, but instead floats a little above it, near Fulcrum. Not exactly energon efficient, but for the moment Fleet doesn't want to deal with the touch of the ground.

Fulcrum is as at home on the ground as he is in the air - perhaps more so, given his melee-orientated abilities. "It is unusual to find an island with no signs of human habitation" he remarks, half to himself, half to Fleet. "And no Autobot or Decepticon installations either."

Fleet looks around the island when Fulcrum says this, and hmms softly. "I suppose you're right. It seems strange, too... there's a good deal of resources here. Perhaps we should set something up?" By 'we' Fleet no doubt means the Decepticons as a whole... it's not like the two-hit wonder is going to be setting up a base all on his lonesome.

Fulcrum frowns. Did he just lead himself into something that may end up making a whole lot more work for himself? Crap. "Perhaps" he replies, inwardly cursing. "Though we are currently low on resources, having used all our reserves to construct the warfleet." And we all know how well THAT went.

Well, it's not like Fleet was going to suggest it to anyone. Then he might get credit for coming up with a good idea, and we all know we can't have /that/. "Yeah, no kidding," the pastel seeker snorts. "We going to try and salvage any of that, anyway, or we just leaving the bits where they fell, or are floating, or whatever?"

Fulcrum shrugs with a small grinding sound. "We have a distict lack of units with aquatic capabilities" he says. "Which makes salvage difficult." Yes, it's a collossal waste of resourcces. So what else is new. "If we still had the Seacons, perhaps.."

Fleet tilts the bottom of his left foot forward and idly scoots himself back for no apparent reason. "Mmm. Makes sense, I suppose." Besides, since when have the Decepticons ever been conservationists, anyway? Use something once, then just toss it aside. They're rather like Americans that way! "Ohwell. Space battles have never been my thing, anyway. I can't operate in a void, and manning turrets or some such... using some other devices weaponry instead of my own... it feels unnatural."

"I can manuever in space" Fulcrum replies, "But only in jet mode." And lets not even ask how THAT works. "It is not my favoured environment. Attacks can come from any angle" He idly flexes his fingers. "Has Axis been repaired yet?" he suddenly asks, changing tack.

Fleet's optics flicker several times in surprise. He gives Fulcrum a rather odd look. "Erm... no clue. I've never met the guy face to face, and it's not as though I have access to the MSE records and logs, for the most part." Once more he tilts his foot, this time turning himself around slowly. The motions seem almost unconscious. "I think Catechism's met him once... she says he's very terran tainted, and his speech patterns seem to bear her out."

"They are odd" Fulcrum agrees. "I.. think I may know the geographic region where the patterns stem from" And that's unusual for Fulcrum, who tends to regard most humans as irrelevant, or at worst, irritants. Fulcrum's ever-present frown deepens. "This potential rift between MSE and Mil Ops... It is.. worrying."

Fleet turns suddenly and gives Fulcrum a worried look. "Surely you don't expect that the rest of us side with him on that, do you? I mean... look, no way I'm dumb enough to go around insulting the folks I need to put me back together when I get blown up!" Not that Fleet ever sticks around in a battle long enough to get blown up, but then, considering he barely escaped the Warship exploding, sometimes even that's not enough.

Fulcrum regards Fleet with a steady frown. "You shouldn't even have to state which "side" you plan to take" he drones. "This bickering is pointless. Let us hope that it merely one of the regular flares of conflict that serve as safety valves, so that larger pressures do not have time to build up."

Fleet begins to absently 'skate' in the air again, nodding his head. "I was... well, I hadn't even considered the possibility that it could lead to much of a rift. I mean, blaming others when things go wrong for you is often a favored pastime, anyway." Fleet shrugs both shoulders and wings. "I just chalked it up to that, myself."

Fulcrum idly wonders just what Fleet is doing. "Perhaps. But it is not wise to antagonise a group of 6 rather... touchy mechs who's leader heads MSE and who can incidently turn into a nigh-unstoppable juggernaught of destruction."

Fleet isn't going to tell Fulcrum what he's doing unless Fulcrum asks out loud. "Hey, you don't have to tell /me/ twice! And some of them are easy enough to antagonize without trying, much less actually out and out insulting them! I personally make it a habit to avoid medical entirely if I find more than one of them in there at the same time, but that's really more a different matter entirely..."

Fulcrum nods. "They can be.. difficult. But excellent technicans" he hurridly adds. "All of the gestalt teams tend to be extremely proud, in one way or another. Perhaps it is a side-effect of the combination process."

Fleet shrugs. "Maybe. And I never doubted their skill." Their sanity? Yes. Their skill? No. The pastel seeker smirks wryly, actually amused. "But unfortunately, Mixmaster seems to have decided to use me for some sort of a one-up-mech-ship contest between himself and Scrapper. Anytime I get caught in medical with the both of them there, he tries to drag me off for maintenance I don't need. Loses interest if Scrapper leaves, though."

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet enters from the Rocky Cliffs to the southwest.

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet has arrived.

Fulcrum hms. "That's.. odd." he remarks. "But at least you don't have to wait for service." Wait.. was that a joke? From Fulcrum?

Fleet rubs the back of his head, shaking his head and making a noise that sounds like a snort despite the fact that involves no air. He's floating near the peak, idly chatting with Fulcrum as the Cubulator fills up energon cubes from the thermal energy produced by the volcano. "Yes, but service with a manic grin is probably something I can do without." Then he pauses as something hits him, then turns and gives Fulcrum a strange look. "Erm. Wait. Was that supposed to be a joke?"

Fulcrum gives Fleet a blank look, though there's a spark of amusement in his optics. "In any case, you seem to attract a lot of attention... the Sweeps, the Constructicons..."

"Argh! Yes, I know!" Fleet balls his hands into fists in frustration. "I don't get it! Millions of years of nothing, and now, THIS!" What poor Fleet will probably never understand is that he's suffering a bad case of Rincewind syndrome, where he attacts attention exactly because he doesn't want it, and as with Rincewind, it all starts with a trigger... in Fleet's case, being trapped on Charr with Arachnae, Hook, and Mixmaster. "And you wouldn't believe this! Geist wants me in the blasted pack! It's... it's absurd, really." He lowers his voice at the last, bit, returning ot a more conversational tone.

Silverbolt enters from the Rocky Cliffs to the southwest.

Silverbolt has arrived.

Foxfire has arrived.

Fulcrum smiles grimly, Fleet's predicament appealing to his bleak sense of humor. "Favoured are you, amongst Seekers" he replies dryly. That's two jokes in one day, folks. Maybe the clean air and sunshine are getting to Fulcrum.

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet streaks in from the east. "Why is it that whenever there's some sort of odd fluctuation in the energy of the Earth or something, it's always the Aerialbots that get called in to investigate it. 'Bolt, we need more flying Autobots." Yeah, Air Raid's been grumbling the whole way here. "I mean, really. Just because....eh?" He says, banking left to circle around, bringing his full sensors to bear. "Well....I still say I'm tired of this."

Fleet facepalms. "Yeahyeahyeah. I just wish I could figure out how to get /unfavored/," he grumbles. Sure, everyone laugh at the pathetic pastel seeker! Haha!

Fulcrum stands on the volcanic Peak, Fleet hovering in the air beside him. Beside them both, the strange machinery of the Energon Cubulator slowly produces... ONE energon cube from the heat rising from the volcano. Whoa. "Have you considered a change of colorscheme?" the Blacksmith drones.

"Oh, from time to time," replies Fleet absently, once more twirling a little without thinking about it. "Of course, probably the most statistically common color scheme is blue, and at this point, Geist would probably favor that, so I'm not going to do it."

Silverbolt is following quite a ways away, from the east. "That's because we are the best for the job, that and we're pretty handy to have around at that." he transmits into the radio. Pulling in low towards the foot of the Volcano, Silverbolt pops open his hatch and ejects Foxfire into the air. With some quick movement, he transforms and catches the fox-bot. "Not too bad of a ride, ehh?" he mentions to Foxfire, setting him down on the ground. "You see anything up there, Air Raid?" speaking into the radio.

Silverbolt flips up into his 'bot mode.

"Uh...yeah...not bad..." Once Foxfire is back on the ground, he gives Silverbolt an odd look. "Thanks. That was...fun. Sorta." That said, he starts scanning the area, hoping to catch sight of something, or at least pick up a scent.

"Green is nice" Fulcrum replies offhand, frowning as the noise of jet engines reaches his audials, distracting him from the question he WAS going to ask; which was what exactly Fleet was doing spinning around aimlessly.

You can hear the pleased grin in Air Raid's voice. "Oh, yeah. We've got a couple of seekers apparently draining the Volcano's heat for energon." Yes, there is even glee. "Only count two so far. Probably all there is, since we're so far out of the way here."

Mecha-Tortoise enters from the Tar Pits below.

Mecha-Tortoise has arrived.

Silverbolt has disconnected.

Foxfire perks his ears. "Seekers, huh? Fun." He still wants revenge on Fleet for what happened in Razor Hills, but he'll need someone bigger to do it for him. Like Aerialbots, for instance... Of course, that'll only work if Fleet is even *here*.

Fleet /is/ here! And when Fulcrum begins looking around, so does he. "Slot! Aerialbots!" He gestures at the cube. "For one firking energon cube!" Of course, odds are he'll run away /long/ before any revenge can possibly be extracted... he always does. He's cowa- erm, smart that way. The pastel yellow seeker turns his thrusters up and increases his altitude a bit in preparation for confrontation, powering up his weapons, but he doesn't actually attack yet... maybe if they just leave the cube behind...

Silverbolt has connected.

Hardshell was here all that time oh yes. Someone has to protect all those energon collecting seekers... Why not the poor grunt who can swim since they choose to raid a Volcano in the middle of the ocea?! Of course, Harshell isn't helping the Seekers unless the order him to do so, he rather does what he's supposed to do, guard them. He was looking at the ocean, and didn't notice the Aerialbots until Fleet saw them.

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet banks again, spiraling towards the Volcano peak. "I've got two seekers on my scanners. I think I can positively identify them as Fleet and Fulcrum." He pauses for a moment. "Can I attack?" He sounds like an eager little kid.

Silverbolt has reconnected.

Foxfire smiles in amusement, and shakes his head. Honestly, Air Raid can be so immature when it comes to attacking Seekers. But then again, Foxy himself is no different sometimes, but he still takes his job seriously. Nothing cooler than blowing a Decepticon weapon sky high...

Silverbolt is picking his way up through the tar pits, scanning the volcano side. "Yes, I suppose you can Air Raid. Try to discern why they are here, in the midst of blowing them to bits, eh?" the Aerialbot commander speaks into his radio. Silverbolt is still making his slow way towards the peak, trying to cover their backs. "Run ahead Foxfire, and try to give Raid some cover fire."

Fulcrum bites off a curse. "Why?" he asks, though he already knows the answer. "Our activities are not harming any of their precious fleshlings, or even destabilising the environment." Or at least he THINKS so. Who knows? His arm-mounted heat rays whine as they power up, letting off a warning shot over randomly from his vantage point. "Leave, Autobots!" he booms loudly, his voice carrying over half the island. "You are not required here." Yeah, like THAT'S going to work. But he supposes he should try.

Hardshell raises his optics as Fleet takeoff, he quickly spots the two Aerialbots, "Seekers and now Aerialbots... this is really not my day" he mutters. Clenching his right fist, he summons his rifle from its subspace pocket. He is not built for aerial fight...anymore so he will have to fight where he stands. Unfortunately, the Autobots are out of range at this moment, but if they wants to attack him, they will have to comme closer and then... In the meantime, Hardshell just jealously Fleet as he flies towards the Autobots.

No attack yet... maybe Fleet can get out of this one without scorching up his hide again! The Seeker goes a bit further upwards and than hovers in place, arms outstretched towards Air Raid, tracking him with his shoulder mounted weapons but not firing yet. He tries to look menacing, but there's only so much menace a pastel yellow seeker is capable of. <no attack, but attack_ok>

F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet cries out. "Yeeehaaaw!" And then as he hears Fulcrum's words, he grins. "Aww, Fulcrum, you're not happy to see me?" They never are. "And yeah, but your activities are what brought us out here. And since you don't look like you're willing to just...pack up and leave..." He fires a sidewinder missile towards Fulcrum. "We're going to have to evict you, forcibly.

Foxfire grins, and nods once at Silverbolt, before bounding off, keeping his attention on Air Raid. But that attention soon turns to Fleet, and a scowl appears on the tape's muzzle... His optics flare, and then he fires off his twin lasers at the pastel Seeker. "That's for what you did you me on Cybertron!"

Foxfire strikes you with Laser for 8 points of damage.

Silverbolt picks up his pace, begining to run up the volcano side now. His attention is on the peak, or a certain Decepticon flying towards it. Hardshell catches his optic, as he is bounding up the volcano face. "Ah Slag it!" he mutters to himself, pointing his wrist blaster at the 'Con.

Silverbolt strikes Hardshell with Laser bolt barrage.

CONS TURNS

Hardshell waits...waits...waits... finally Silverbolt comes close enough for him to fire. The large Decepticon raises his rifle and aims it at the Aerialbot leader. "Meet your doom Autobo...arg" Bolt's laser hits him righ in the middle of his chest. "ERRR you're going to pay!" Then the Aquacon fires rifle shot of his own.

Hardshell misses Silverbolt with his Photon Rifle<medium setting> attack.

Fulcrum growls, firing his boot jets as a misile corkscrews towards him and burst of laser fire erupts from the lower slopes. Jinking to the left as he flys down to meet his foes, he narrowly avoids Air Raid's projectile, which explodes in a shower of rock on the side of the volcano. Transforming, he zeroes in on the larger Autobot, firing off twin bolts of pure heat from his wing-mounted weapons.

Fulcrum crouches, then leaps up, his joints screeching as he transforms into a grey and green MiG-29.

MiG-29 <Fulcrum> strikes Silverbolt with Heat Ray <High>.

All right. So Fleet /isn't/ going to make this out of this unscorched, as Foxfire's laser catches him in his left foot, blasting a whole right through the 'toe' portion. Dammit! Here he was concentrating on the airborne foe and neglecting what's below him. Time to correct that... Fleet dive-spins and then levels off, remaining a robot as he targets the cassette.

You strike Foxfire with Shoulder-Mounted Laser Rifle for 11 points of damage.

BOT TURN

Foxfire slowly smirks as his lasers strike their target, then makes a move to dodge the anticipated retaliation, but this time, he just isn't quick enough. He's shot in the side, but he's not out of the fight just yet. He'd just love to sink his fangs and claws into the Pastel One, but that will have to wait until he's closer to the ground. So for now, he's going to heat things up!

Foxfire strikes you with Fire for 4 points of damage.

The Aerialbot Commander's grin grows wide, seeing the laser bolt strike Hardshell directly in the middle of his chest. "I don't think so, Hardshell." he mutters, quickly side stepping the laser shot. But that puts him right on target for Fulcrum's attack. The electricity arcs and strikes Silverbolt's left shoulder, and flickers off. "Your going to have to try harder than that Fulcrum!" he growls, whipping out his discharger rifle and aiming. "Try this on for size!"

Silverbolt strikes MiG-29 <Fulcrum> with Electrostatic Discharger Rifle.

CON TURN

Fleet, for his part, continues to concentrate on the fox. Because, well, the fox is the one that keeps hitting him. This time the seeker is only charred along his left arm, which had been outstretched, but it's still annoying. Scrap. His upgrade performs well enough in the training room... is there some sort of block that keeps him for employing it properly in the field? Fleet transforms and flies at Foxfire for a run, unleashing his rockets against the Autobot before returning skyward. Sink his teeth into the seeker? Not likely! Fleet has few enough advantages, he's going to use the ones he's got!

Fleet transforms from robot to pyramid jet.

You strike Foxfire with Rocket for 11 points of damage.

Hardshell curses as the very fast aerialbot dodges his attack. "Oh I will show you... I will." The Aquacon gives a quick look to see if the seekers are doing well... which is not the case, but he doesn't have enough time to waste, he aims his rifle at Silverbolt once again and this times, he hopes to hit the mark.

Hardshell strikes Silverbolt with Photon Rifle<high setting>.

MiG-29 <Fulcrum>'s frame is momentarily covered in arcs of electricity, a cry of pain being broadcast over a broadband frequency as the MiG shakes, trying to maintain stability. Once more there comes that classic noise as Fulcrum transforms in mid air, his breif time as a jet having increased his momentum considerably. And yes, Hardshell, Fulcrum IS watching, this time with a grim smile on his face, electricity still arcing off him as he barrels towards Silverbolt, warhammer already swinging back, then around in a huge arc, hoping to strike the gestalt commander while he's distracted by the pain.

The MiG-29 twists around and folds in on itself with a grinding sound, transforming into the robotic form of Fulcrum.

Fulcrum misses Silverbolt with their Blacksmith's Hammer attack.

AUTOBOTS.... ROOOOOLLL OUUUUUT

Silverbolt is doubled over in pain, the photon rifle making it's mark this time. The shot landed right in his midsection, he shakes off the pain enough to notice Fulcrum's advancement. Quickly rolling to the side, narrowly missing the hammer directed at the gestalt leader. Silverbolt jumps up into the air, straightening his leg and directing it towards Fulcrum's head. "You'll regret getting this close."

Silverbolt misses Fulcrum with its Flying Dropkick attack.

Well, for one thing, Fleet can fly, and Foxfire can't. He grunts as the rocket hits, and checks the damage before attacking again. His endurance is getting a bit low, but not enough to keep him down. As for his armor... Err, well, at least it's not as bad as last time. Teeth bared, he shoots at Fleet again.

You evade Foxfire's Laser attack.

GO GO DECEPTICON JETS! AND TURTLE!

Fulcrum takes a step back and swings his forearm around,knocking Silverbolt's leg away and avoiding the deadly dropkick. "I think not" he drones, a savage looking sickle appearing from subspace in his free hand, the blade already smoking and hissing as it heats up, glowing the ember red of dying stars. Unlike his bretheren, Fulcrum is built for melee, somthing Silverbolt will come to regret. Feinting with his hammer, he brings his sickle around in a blur of flame, aiming to drive it into Silverbolt's exposed shoulder-joint.

Fulcrum misses Silverbolt with their Burning Sickle <Low> attack.

Hardshell viciously smiles as his attack strikes the gestalt leader. "Now feel the pain Autobot!" Since Silverbot remains in the air, he leaves no choice to Hardshell but to fight him in the sky. Slowly, the Aquacon takeoff, this is not his kind of fight but he wants to take it up close. He follows Silverbolt until he can reaches him. As soon as he's close enough, he throws a vicious punch towards the Aerialbot's head.

Hardshell strikes Silverbolt with Big Punch.

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) tilts as Foxfire fires his laser, allowing the shot to slip right past him before transforming, using his robot mode to slow himself down and change directions quickly. He throws his feet up and forward and then bends his torso backwards, diving at the fox this time as a robot, although he's not letting himself fall quite as quickly. He reaches once more for his foe and... smiles? At the little cassette, still saying nothing as he does this.

The yellow Cybertronian jet unfolds, revealing the robotic form of the seeker Fleet.

You strike Foxfire with Rail Gun for 11 points of damage.

BOTS!

Silverbolt leaps back, watching the sickle catch nothing but the side of the volcano. While in the air, Hardshell's punch strikes him in the back of the head sending him rolling forward. Stumbling toward's Fulcrum, he pulls his energo sword from behind him and points it out. "If it's a sword fight you want!" Bolt murmurs, striking out with a lunge.

Silverbolt strikes Fulcrum with Energo-Scimitar.

Foxfire does not like this. This really sucks. "Damn you," he murmurs, wonder why the slag he hasn't been able to dodge. Maybe he should have First Aid take a look at him, make sure he's functioning properly. Oh well, back to the battle.

<Attack:> Foxfire used fire. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)

Foxfire strikes you with Fire for 4 points of damage.

DECEPTICONS..RETRE...UH...ATTACK!

Fulcrum grits his teeth as Silverbolt avoids his sickle and returns with a blade of his own, the blacksmith bringing his weapon up to block, but far too slowly, the Autobot scimitar stabbing into his midsection. Trying to ignore the pain, he twists off the blade, energon now running from the wound as he lashes out again with his sickle, the blade now the same incandescent yellow of his optics.

Fulcrum strikes Silverbolt with Burning Sickle <High>.

Hardshell is frustrated to be ignored, he transforms into his cyber-tortoise mode and roars, "Face me cowards! This is just a weak seeker, face a real challenge!" The tortoise charges fowards, trying to reach Silverbolt as fast as possible. The Aquacon opens his jaw wide and tries to bite the Gestalt leader's arm off.

With a classical tranformation sound, Hardshell's body split in two and tranforms into a giant mecha-tortoise.

Mecha-Tortoise misses Silverbolt with his Abyssal Bite attack.

Because of the way Fleet had been aligned, he takes the burst of fire in his face. "Aaaaagh!" he hisses, but, for his part, he doesn't curse back. Why bother? He brings his arms up to shield his face too late, then shakes his head to shake off the blast and curls his legs toward him, then twists in the air and... cuts his antigravs? Well, not entirely, he still keeps his fall controlled, but he's coming in for a gravity assisted stomp against the fox.

You strike Foxfire with Pastel Seeker Hookerboots for 10 points of damage.

AUTO AUTO AUTOBOTS...HOOOOO!

The kick knocks Foxfire right off his feet; he falls, landing in an ackward position on his back, and would make a move to bite the Seeker, but he's...just about out of energy, apparently. "Sorry, Bolt," he says almost regretfully over his radio. "Gotta pull out..." With that, he gets back to his paws, and flees, with a slight limp in his foreleg.

Foxfire begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Silverbolt, F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet, Fleet.

Air Raid has disconnected.

The energy sword is driven hard, slicing deep into his leg. With a shriek of pain, he scurries backwards and notices his tatical disadvantage. Hardshell's attack misses the Aerialbot leader, as he receives Foxfire's retreat call. "Right Foxfire, don't worry about me." he speaks into his communicator. He dips down low, jumping into the air and transforms into SST Concorde mode. "I won't be much longer." he says, firing a barrage of missiles down towards Fulcrum.

With his knees shaking, Silverbolt transforms into a jet.

SST Concorde strikes Fulcrum with Missile.

As Fleet lifts back off the ground, this time only by a couple of feet, he prepares to fire at the fox again when he sees his foe begin to retreat. Still... he's doing so slow enough... Fleet trains his weapon after the cassette when the scuffle behind him gets his attention and he spins, left arm raised for no reason than to apparently look pretty, raises his other arm takes a shot at Silverbolt after only a split second of aim.

SST Concorde evades your Shoulder-Mounted Laser Rifle <Pulse Mode> attack.

Mecha-Tortoise transforms back into his robot mode, "Coward... All Autobots are cowards. I will bring your head to lord Galvatron!" The Aquacon grabs his rifle with both hands, swtiches to the full power setting and fires bolts after bolts at the Gestalt commander, "Take that and that!"

Hardshell unfolds and shifts to his robot mode.

Hardshell misses SST Concorde with his Photon Rifle<high setting> attack.

Fulcrum sees the missiles coming towards him as if in slow motion. Crossing his arms over his face, hammer and sickle still clenched in his fists, Fulcrum is enveloped in a storm of explosions. When the dust finally clears, Fulcrum is down on one knee, his frame blackened and dented, sparks arking from large tears in his armor. With creaking joints he staggers out of the crater and transforms painfully. "I.. cannot continue" he broadcasts, as he takes to the skys.

Fulcrum crouches, then leaps up, his joints screeching as he transforms into a grey and green MiG-29.

Fulcrum begins retreating, leaving themself vulnerable to parting shots from SST Concorde.

BOTS! Well, Silverbolt, mainly

Foxfire gets himself to safety, and watches Silverbolt. He's ready to call for back-up if he needs to, but for now he's just going to lick his wounds.

SST Concorde is streaking eastward, noticing his attack landed on Fulcrum. The Aerialbot Commander dodges Photon shots and laser blasts, swiveling around ungracefully all the while in the frenzy. Fulcrum is retreating, the tide is turning in the Aerialbot's favor. Silverbolt brings Fleet into his targets, and fires away. "You might want to follow his lead!"

You evade SST Concorde's Frontend small-arms fire attack.

DECEPTICONS! FOR THE HORDE!

Hardshell didn't waste anytime after he shot Silverbolt, he takeoff and flies right towards the aerialbot. Of course he's too slow to catch him, but while he's distracted by Fleet, Hardshell positions himslelf above the jet and dives towards it foot first, "You made your last mistake coward."

Hardshell strikes SST Concorde with Big Kick.

Fleet increases power to his thrusters, flying /at/ Silverbolt, tucking to the side to avoid the other's attack. Just when it looks like Fleet might actually intend some sort of ram (ha! fat chance!) he swings his legs forward, halting his momentum, splays his fingers and unleashes his shoulder-mounted armaments.

You strike SST Concorde with Shoulder-Mounted Laser Rifle.

Your Turn, Bolt

Air Raid has connected.

SST Concorde is struck by the big foot, he starts to swirl downwards as the engines stall. This is great, just great he thinks to himself as he plummets how could this get any worse? Fleet strikes Silverbolt with the shouler-mounted weapons on the side of his hull, knocking a small sized hole in him. Crash emminent, Silverbolt transforms into robot mode as he falls. Impacting the ground with a *THUD* he wades backwards, making his escape. "Sorry I couldn't stay and chat, maybe some other time."

Silverbolt flips up into his 'bot mode.

Silverbolt begins retreating, leaving itself vulnerable to parting shots from Hardshell, Foxfire, F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet, Fleet, MiG-29 <Fulcrum>.

m,TEAM EBIL!

<OOC> Fulcrum says, "Yes. M."

Hardshell laughs evily as he watches the retreating Aerialbot, "Yeah run, run like a rabbit, but you won't run for long." Slowly, almost in slow motion, he raises his rifle, aiming for Silverbolt's back. He mutters, "Die..." and fires a last photon bolt towards the Autobots.

Hardshell strikes Silverbolt with Photon Rifle<high setting>.

Silverbolt retreating? Well, that's something Fleet hasn't seen yet! The pastel seeker actually looks startled but recovers his wits quickly, training his weapons at the departing Aerialbot commander. A quiet >click< can be heard from those close enough as he switches over modes. Yes! The Decepticons have won this battle! They have won... the single energon cube that they were all fighting over! VICTORY!

You strike Silverbolt with Rail Gun.