IHQ Time: Thu Sep 12 15:35:34 2024

IHQ Main Entrance Hall

The first barrier into the Decepticons' headquarters is this massive entrance hall. Within the walls to either side and the ceiling above are a series of automated defenses and highly advanced scanning systems, to verify the identities of all who would pass through this hall to the central nervous system of the Decepticon Empire. Heavy guns track those that enter while they are being scanned for authenticity. The hall runs some distance and is fairly wide to accomodate those as large as the gestalts or even a Guardian. At the north end of the hall, a pair of large double doors, branded with the Decepticon symbol, open into the base itself, allowing entry to those who have passed the scans. To the south, two heavily armored doors lead out into Nightsiege.

Contents:

Hook

Mixmaster

Obvious exits:

North <N> leads to IHQ Central Chamber.

Gates <S> leads to Outskirts of Imperial Headquarters.

"And THEN", Hook complains to Mixmaster, "He took an entire ASTRO-HOUR to get the right solvent! After I attached a picture and EVERYTHING," Yes, he's talking about Long Haul as if he wasn't standing RIGHT THERE. "I mean REALLY! It was if I'd sent BONECRUSHER or something!"

Long Haul isn't even much listening to Hook. Not that he'd be particularly bothered. After all, he got him to go away, so the hour lost taking his time getting the solvent was /more/ than made up for by the time gained due to not having been supervised by Hook further. A good trade, but it is not on this that Long Haul's dwelling on. No, right now he's thinking about the future, about how he may once more have a chance to prove himself...

Mixmaster considers this disturbing news while he leans on a wall at the entrance wall. "It appears as if our dear brother is failing in the one thing he is good at, picking things up and carrying them. If we can't trust him with the important job of carrying all our junk around, what can we trust him with?" Mixmaster snickers as he thinks of something. "Oh.. right. He could be a 'warrior.'" He adds in a derisive tone, complete with the quotation-mark thingy.

Hook grins smugly. "Well let's not forget. He does make a very good rear end." He shakes his head. "Really, I blame myself. I should have used smaller words and a bigger picture." He looks over at Long Haul. "You're awfully quiet, brother mine. You're not.. scared are you?" Of course Hook doesn't really think Long Haul's scared. He's seen him fight countless times. But he doesn't let /that/ stand in the way of a good opportunity to tease his less skilled teammate.

Long Haul's featureless face is very bad for glaring. If looks could kill... then Hook would still be unharmed. His body language becomes defensive, however, as he replies, "Course not! I'm ready as I'll ever be... without any crazy purified energon diets or whatever. I don't need stuff like that."

Calling Long Haul scared. OOOOH SNAP. "Perhaps he's not saying anything.." Mixy says as he examines the non-snooty lime green brother he has in the room. "Perhaps if he pretends to be more terrible as a freighter than he is as a warrior, he'll get transferred. The foolish little.. heywatzisnow?" Mixy's little rant is interrupted when Haulie makes mention of a purified energon diet. "Hook.." Mixmaster says as he turns to the brother that ISN'T non-snooty. "This special energon you've been drinking.. I can't think of any /official/ purified energon sources at the moment.. perhaps you'd like to tell me where you've been getting this from?"

Hook thinks about that. "Now, let's not be hasty" he replies. "I mean, if we were transfered, wouldn't we have to get another gestalt member to fill his spot? And I don't know about you, but those idiots? I wouldn't even trust them to be the butt." He regards Long Haul again. "Ready as you'll ever be, I suppose" he remarks, before turning back to Mixmaster. "Really Mixmaster.. I /can/ purify my own energon, you know."

'Trust them to be the butt.' Long Haul's hands clench involuntarily into fists before he forces them to relax. The day will come... he refused to give up hope that the day will come when he will prove himself, and then the others will be forced to acknowledge his worth! Recognition, promotions, honors... and yes, transfer! Let someone else be the ass for these fools! But for the moment he keeps quiet, waiting to hear what Mixmaster has to say about Hook stepping on his metaphorical toes. Again.

Hook nods at Long Haul. "Oh yes.. I mean, really, can you see someone like Hun-Grr as Devestator's posterior? Or Dead End? No.. they just wouldn’t do at all. For one, they're not green enough."

"Oh.. I'm sure you can..." Mixmaster begins, in a reasoning tone... followed up with a suspicious, "But /did/ you? Honestly brother.. you're too busy perfecting the rest of your projects. That takes time. Are you telling me that in addition to your other projects, you have the time to do.." Mixy starts counting these off on his fingers, "..an initial strain of the energon, maintain the heat from the distiller to prevent a stray spark from igniting the process, carefully adjusting the filtration method, and then storing the finished product somewhere to cool in perfectly sterile single-serve containers?" As for Replacing Long Haul.. Mixy doesn't see why we could just remove that position altogether. Sure, Devastator will be about five stories shorter than before, but that's okay. Plus, Hook is a pretty big ass. He could do the job.

Long Haul actually tries to picture Hun-Grrr or Dead End as Devastator's butt. It's a very strange mental image. In fact, if he weren't so busy being irritated with his brothers, he might be forced to start chuckling. Instead he crosses his arms and radiates indignation, complaining, "Well, he certainly finds enough time to enjoy the fresh air at the beach when the rest of us have /real/ work to do, I don't see why he wouldn't have time for all /that/..."

Hook hmphs. "Rest is an important part of preparation!" he retorts to Long Haul, before rounding on Mixmaster. "And yes yes yes! I DID all that! It took me the better part of two stellar cycles, but I wanted to make ABSOLUTELY sure!" Yes, Hook's a perfectionist. And not a chemist. So of COURSE it takes him two days to accomplish a relatively simple task.

Galvatron has arrived.

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Decepticons. Gather at the main entrance hall of IHQ for a meeting."

<Decepticon> Hook says, "I'm on my way, Mighty M.. Galvatron."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Mighty WHAT?"

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Mighty Master Galvatron."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Oh, well...that's ok."

<Decepticon> Axis says, "Loose tongued fool. Respect der Fuhrer."

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "I'm sorry.. who is this?"

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Herr Axis. Seeker Elite."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Now shut up and come to me."

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Um. I'm there already sir."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "This isn't hide and go seek, Mixmaster, show yourself."

Chimera arrives from the IHQ Central Chamber to the north.

Chimera has arrived.

Mixmaster isn't sure if Hook's anger is because he's afraid that he's been found out. Mixy's just going to assume that it's the case. "Riiiiiight.." He slowly enunciates. And then Galvatron states his stuff on Decepticon broadband. "Eep!" He squeaks. He picks up a radio, with a special Constructi-frequency(TM) programmed into it. "Scrapper! Stop slagging about with Bonecrusher and Scavenger.. it doesn't matter whether or not throwing someone through a window is an acceptable rebuttal! Get down here!" He winces as he holds his radio away from the banter.. but soon enough the remaining members of Team Green arrive.

Hook looks at Mixmaster, a tad greatful for his "master" comment. "I was going to say "Magnificent, actually. But I thought it might be a bit too much."

"I just assumed you were confusing his voice with mine, and you were going to say Mighty Mixmaster." The alchemist says in response. But he realizes he is silly. After all, how could someone confuse Mixmaster's voice with Galvatron's! Why, that's as silly as saying that Skywarp and Rumble sounded the same, or that Soundwave had similarities to Freddy from Scooby Doo!

Hey, wait a minute..

Galvatron storms into the hall, snarling. He looks around, not seeing many assembled, "This is it? This is all of my grand army that comes to remove the Autobots from this planet once and for all? My, of all the soliders...only conscripts(gumbies) and the constructicons show. Very well. The rest shall be punished."

Long Haul is standing there, sulking. Or at least, was. With the announcement over broadband, he straightens, once more struggling to contain his eagerness. This was the day he'd prove his worth as a warrior at last! He stands up straight, snapping to attention in a more military manner.

Chimera was on another planet for a while. She had errands to run. and yes, of all the soldiers... Galvatron gets the MilOps SECRETARY. Yesh. 'Course she's gonna be slipping in to lean against the wall and sulk a little bit about the 'conscript' remark. Or maybe not. Galvatron can do no wrong.

Hook turns to face Mr Angry And Purple as he storms in. "Lord Galvatron" he says, "..at least you will have the might of Devastator at your disposal." ...Assuming he can point him in the right direction.

Galvatron sighs and nods "Ah, Chimera. At least 4 of my actual intelligent soldiers have shown up." he looks around, "Very well. We have the energon, we have the weapons, and we have the supplies we need. The energon is enough to power this assault, and our building efforts. Only one thing remains. Do you know what it is?" he pauses for a moment, nodding "That's right. Eradication of Autobot Headquarters. Their only remaining stronghold other than their damnable hidden cave. But once AHQ is destroyed, we can find and take that cave. We are not trying to capture it, understand? We are here to level it. Destroy it. Force them to leave. Simple enough, isn't it? Are there any questions?"

Sure, Devastator IS pretty mighty.. but he's not very articulate. Pointing him in the right direction may only mean that the resources and buildings Galvatron was intending on securing are instead destroyed. "Mighty MASTER Galvatron!" Mixmaster hails his leader. "Your greatest and most loyal warrior has assembled in his components, ready to do your bidding."

Chimera is intelligent? Cool. But AHQ was leveled a long time ago. Now we have a city to level. I--something. Yeah. She doesn't care. A nod, a smile. and... she's a thing of few words right now.

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Scrambler, activate our scanner dampening devices. We are almost ready."

<Decepticon> Scrambler says, "Understood, my master."

Already, it is apparent that it is to be Devastator tonight. Devastator who gets the credit, Devastator who earns the glory... and not Long Haul. Long Haul is to be forgotten. Still, Long Haul gives the impression of enthusiasm... it wouldn't due to not seem excited about tonight's mission, even as the dump truck feels his own mood plummet.

So.. a standard "smash things" mission? Devastator is DEFINITELY the mech for the job, thinks Hook. Otherwise he'd be worried that the Decepticons were missing his awesome accuracy and tactical knowhow. And rugged good looks, of course. "We shall crush the Autobots poorly constructed hovels for the glory of the empire" Hook adds.

Hook, you forgot your sincere modesty.

Galvatron looks around, "No questions?" none of the many many gumbies ask anything either, "Good. Then I have but one thing to say before we depart." he turns to the Constructicons. "Constructicons....MERGE FOR THE KILL!" Devastator can fly, after all. Or he could in the series. We always have the cheap admin @teleport if not.

Mixmaster takes charge, since Scrapper is hanging about in the background for some reason. "Alright, Constructicons... Transform: Phase one!" Mixmaster yells to the assembled green ones. Mixy leads the order by turning into his Mixing Truck, which trundles towards the exit. Phase two inside a narrow corridor is a good way to get hurt, after all.

Mixmaster leans down as his legs fold up backwards. He falls down frontwards as he completes his transformation into a Green Cement Truck. His Cauldron begins rotating once again.

"Hey!" Hook grumbles as he transforms. "I was going to say that."

Hook falls backwards, torso twisting around and limbs folding in as he transforms into his lime-green Crane form.

Long Haul obediently transforms and follows Mixmaster, preparing to merge for the kill. He /never/ gets to say "Phase One," dammit!

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> moves south to the Outskirts of Imperial Headquarters.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> has left.

Crane <Hook> moves south to the Outskirts of Imperial Headquarters.

Crane <Hook> has left.

You move south to the Outskirts of Imperial Headquarters.

Outskirts of Imperial Headquarters

This region draws little attention in of itself, only as a setting for the somber Decepticon fortress whose serrated walls form a jagged silhouette against the permanently dark skies of Cybertron. The surrounding area is completely clear of clutter, smoothly refinished, and painted a flat black to add to the Stygian illusion. A place this dark should be as quiet as a tomb, but there is a considerable amount of noise and traffic: Decepticon patrols coming and going, shipments of incoming supplies not only from the nearby city of Nightsiege but from off planet as well, the distant sound of ships taking off and landing at the Spaceport.

Contents:

Crane <Hook>

Cement Truck <Mixmaster>

Decepticon Advanced Troops #5844

Sensor11

Base Defenses Alpha

Base Defenses Beta

Imperial Headquarters <IHQ>

Obvious exits:

South <S> leads to Nightsiege Spaceport.

Galvatron arrives from the IHQ Main Entrance Hall to the north.

Galvatron has arrived.

Chimera arrives from the IHQ Main Entrance Hall to the north.

Chimera has arrived.

Following the other three Constructicons are of course, a lime green payloader, steam shovel and bulldozer, all ready to contribute their part to the Devastating might that is.. um.. what's his name again?

Dump Truck <Long Haul> may not get to say 'Phase One,' but this time he's going to finish the job. Before any of his brothers get to speak, he shouts, "Constructicons: Transform, Phase /two/!" That's the important phase, anyway.

The Constructicons once more shift forms, Mixmaster and Scrapper coming upright to form the legs, Long Haul moving up to his ever inglorious position of the, well... *cough cough* Scavenger and Bonecrusher flying up (the only time they can fly in their alternate modes... ah, don't you love cartoon logic?) And finally, Hook forms... the head!

Hook shouts, "Constructicons, MERGE to form Devastator!"

With a shudder of metal, the Constructicons undergo a stunning transformation and combine into the mighty form of Devastator!

"NONE SHALL DEFEAT.... THE DEVASTATOR!" roars the giant, as a silver faceplate framed by a cinder-black helmet rises from his shoulders, RED optics already burning with rage.

Galvatron points to the skies, "Chimera...Devastator, my loyal minions(gumbies) to Iahex...and the death of the Autobots presence on our world!" he takes off into the skies, soaring straight at Iahex.

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Their scanners are dampened. We will have the jump on them."

Now, the urge to run away is passing. Passing. Yeah. That's right. Devastator is on her side after all. Chimera smirks, and ... follows along. Meh. She's always such a sheep. Following. "Yes...."

Devastator emits a bellowing yell to his so-called Leader, as well as to the voices in his head. "You heard him you idiots, now let us get to the... Haw! We're gonna punch them right in the facade!... Hehh, hehehe... I bet there is going to be some /really/ fascinating objects in the debris.. Yeah, well carry it all back yourself, willya!... SHUT UP! Now get us out of here already!..." Finally the voices all agree on something: moving before Galvatron gets angry. The jolly green giant crouches down, before launching himself into the air, landing countless astrometres away, leaving a crater-sized dent and a minor tremor in his landing space.

* Spinny! *

Southern Iahex

This is the main roadway into the Autobot city. Its vast ten-lane roadway is large enough to accommodate even a city transformer that wishes to enter or leave the city. Magnetically driven repulse generators are built into the roadway and allows drivers a completely smooth ride with as little wear on their tires as possible. Stretched out on either side are defensive towers of polyglass and durasteel, each mounted with missile launchers, laser cannons, and ballistic turreted weapons ready to defend this new city should anyone be foolish enough to attack it.

Contents:

Galvatron

EDC Groundtank <Rhino>

Terran Standard Troops #5327

Obvious exits:

Fly <Up> leads to Sky above Iahex.

North <N> leads to Central Iahex.

South <S> leads to Iacon Plain.

East <E> leads to New Memorial Spaceport.

Galvatron soars towards Iahex. Their alarms have just started to sound due to sensors being dampened. Security forces are flowing out of Iahex...but they seem, well, weak. Galvatron fires a blast and destroys a defensive turret, "Decepticons...ATTACK! Destroy it! Destroy it alllllllll!" he laughs heartily, opening fire on several gumbies down below, "I want this place to be rubble. NO SURVIVORS!"

<Cybertron> Galvatron says, "DIE AUTOBOT SCUM!"

As quick as flashover, arms and legs retract into the deck and chassis as the head disappears to form a sparkling 1985 Pierce Ladder Apparatus. The diesel powerplant rumbles like thunder, roaring and ready!

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Mwa. Mwa. Mwahahahahahahahahahaha"

Silverbolt arrives from the Central Iahex to the north.

Mirage arrives from the Central Iahex to the north.

<Decepticon> Devastator says, "DEVASTATOR WILL CRUSH AUTOBOT CITY. JUST LIKE DEVASTATOR CRUSHES /ALL/ AUTOBOT CITIES! HWARRRRH!"

Chimera is only too happy to oblige Galvatron, as she's actually in jet mode--- since it's faster-- and ... strafing what she can. Must destroy what she hates, and she does hate things Autobot. Or at least most things. Okay. So she just likes to watch things burn. And trying to create graffitti on blank walls.

Chimera jumps up, and folds into a pyramid jet.

And amidst the already increasing rumble of war, the ear shattering cacophany of destruction that accompanies the deep, grating peal of warped steel protesting an unstoppable force, is a singular sound, a thin, piercing warble that dances upon the thin Cybertronian air, jaunts effortlessly along invisible waves of aural delight. You know what that sound is... You know full well. You've heard it driving down your city streets as smoke begins to grow on the horizon. You've heard it when the sick are failing, the weak are fading. It is a simple sound, that of sweat, effort and yes, heroism.

It is a siren. A siren calling the charge like a polished brass bugle, mounted on the front bumper of a 1985 Pierce ladder apparatus.

The engines roar with a feral growl as the fire attack apparatus closes at a breakneck pace, just now beginning to crest the steel clad hill that fronts the mighty Autobot city. And heads of the many faceless begin to turn, for this sound, this lone song of retribution, the wavering yet steadfast musical of righteous destruction is the sweet, sweet tone of one single definitive.

Inferno is on the scene. Much ass will be kicked today.

Six minds that when divided turn towards creation now briefly unite for the purpose of destruction. The giant emits another roar as heavy feet stomp on the ground. "DESTROY!" roars Devastator as he moves slow but sure to obey his master, preparing to rain - what else? – devastation down upon the heads of the Autobots. Resistance is not just futile, it is irrelevant. All will be brought low!

Running in from Central Iahex, the radio broadcast still ringing in his head. Silverbolt surveys the impeding armada of Decepticon forces, overtaking the area all too quickly. He gives a sideways glance to Mirage, all emotion running from his visage. "No rest for the wicked, 'eh Mirage? Man that tower to the east. ." Silverbolt runs up the stairs of the western tower, jumping onto a turreted weapon, and begins to shoot among the masses.

Having provided back-up for the incoming attack, Mirage barely has time to fully enjoy being home again. The blue and white darts for the eastern tower, dashing up the stairs. On reaching the top, he does a check on his weapons coz now is not the time for them to go faulty.

Galvatron laughs and laughs. The sky is alight with laser fire. It flashes almost like lightning, a dark omen upon all that is noble and heroic in this world...that perhaps the time for it to fade has come. He overlooks the battlescene, shaking his head. "Poor groundbound Autobots. Poor poor souls." He soars over one formation of gumbies, his cannon glowing. "Mercy is for the weak. But mercy killing?" he laughs for a moment, truly looking like a demon marionette hovering in the lightning lit sky. His cannon discharges, an area wave. It washes over the Autobot gumbies below, destroying them. "You will die just as Prime did...without honor."

The con gumbies are hit by Autobot turrets, but they still outnumber them 5-1. The bots aren't giving up...well neither are they! They rain fire on the bot gumby groups below, but two groups break off. Each strafing one tower, firing at missile turrets first...they do the most damage.

Devastator takes a frame-rattling step forward, then another, his treads shaking the cybertronian surface as he lumbers towards the Autobot city, the six minds within him subsumed by the desire for destruction. Roaring wordlessly, the green behemoth approaches the defensive tower that Silverbolt took shelter, ignoring the laser-fire and swinging one mighty fist around to strike the fortification.

Green Pyramid Jet is a skillful flier, and does her level best to avoid being hit. She's giggling. "Mercy killing... " She likes that for some reason. Hooray for railguns. Hooray for plasma. Hooray for burning things to the ground. Mmm. She's still doing the fly around and shoot thing.

A hot knife through butter. Poop through a goose. Think of something passing through an object with ease, and that will place the image easily into your mind of a 25 ton fire engine cutting a swath through the supposed gumby seeker elite of the Decepticon empire. But it is the proverbial ink spot in the bowl of milk as the raging definace of the troops refill the ranks, weapons quickly finding a shoulder, pistols gripped comfortably, arm cannons snapping into place. All in readied wait for the scarlet and chrome titan that wades amongst them.

Bouncing dangerously over stumbled bodies and an already pockmarked main highway, the fire engine finds its mark, a thin point between batallions where just the slightest amount of room is afforded. It is here that the apparatus leaves the ground, wheels still turning in a gentle slow motion arc, the dirty underbelly smudging the actual exposure of parts and mechanical workings as it rises, seeming to hang in mid-air for a moment as the initial sounds of transformation are heard. And in a snap, a wink of time as quick as flashover, the quint changes, becoming the bane of the Empire, none other than the Big Red Machine. Chrome plated feet strike the ground with a tumultuous shaking of the ground, raging, burning optics turning to fall upon the mass of Decepticon might that surrounds him. Oh, yeah, baby. If you're gonna do it, do it with style.

The axe is drawn with a single, fluid motion, swinging even before it clears its holster, finding the closest hapless gumby with its stainless steel might. The first salvo fired in the ground game, Inferno snarls, teeth gritted, brows furrowed as a near demonic chuckle escapes his lips. "That's it, boys... C'mon ta papa. Ah got all y'all could EVER want, right 'ere. COME GET SOME, YA SUMBITCHES!"

*WHOOOOOOOOM!*

Chrome decks and bins shift in an orchestrated pattern, revealing a set of powerful(is the steel BULGING?)arms, rotating around the cab as it raises to form a semblance of a broad chest. The frame and rear decks swivel into place to form legs, and a darkened face, with eyes alight like Hell's unholy flame appears above the cabin...

Foxfire arrives from the Central Iahex to the north.

Blasting at the ground troops, Silverbolt barely notices the lummox that is Devastator approach. Well almost, besides the obvious shaking and his peep hole turning a limey shade of yellow. He rushes upto the top, witnessing the might of the Gestalt's hand. Giving some minor laser fire, he jumps off the top turret to land ungracefully, Silverbolt sprawls on the ground.

Having reached the top of the east tower, Mirage cloaks, then leans out of a hole housing a laser cannon and fires a missile at the incoming bad guys. Then the spy winces as Devastator attacks the west tower.

Gumbies spread out, a few are hit, but they continue their runs on Autobot city. They continue firing on the missile turrets and bot gumbies, still heavily outnumbering them.

Galvatron smirks as he continues twink one-shotting gumby after gumby...he's full up on energon. The cons have a plethora at the moment. Then he spots something out of the corner of his eye. He spots something... he just must face. He soars over to Inferno, hearing his challenge to the Decepticons as he cuts through some of their groundbound gumbies. Galvatron fires again and again, soaring his way through bot gumbies the same way Inferno is going through con ones. He finally meets him in the middle, face to face. "Inferno...my errant son. You want us to come? Very well. We shall...." he pauses, his hand becoming an axe as he swings it at Inferno, "COME! Face me, if you dare!"

Galvatron strikes Inferno with GalvaAxe, the fantastic flamboyant colorful crazy spasmatic mantastic...destroyer!

Devastator cares NOT for Big Red Machines, nor for sprawling Aerialbots, only that the minor irritance on his arm has now gone. His six independant minds are being overridden by the savage force that is Devastator's own consciousness. The force that wishes only to demolish that which is in front of him.. Autobot City. Look at it there, sitting there all undemolished like it is. This will not do. Devastator takes a step toward Autobot City proper, unfortunately his step lands him right on the ground where Silverbolt is. "PREPARE.. FOR.. OBLIVION!" The goliath bellows to all those around him as he begins pummelling the city with both fists.

Silverbolt evades your Eewww! That was squishy! attack.

Green Pyramid Jet is still doing her schtick. And OO! It's a Silverbolt, landing on the ground. Hmmm. Should she? Chimera ponders ignoring the six uncoordinated and independant minds in giant lummox form to take a pass at the Arialbot commander... then realizes getting that close to something THAT gawky might be a bad idea. Okay. and there's a missile flying by that might be from the other tower. So... hey. Why not try and pin the little hunting Autobot. With some hot lead. Hi Mirage.

Green Pyramid Jet strikes Mirage with ballistic.

The axe continues to fall, each swath crushing the helpless steel beneath it. There is the occassional grunt or growl from the firefighter as he makes his stand, draws the line in non existent sand and dares the enemy to cross it, but for the most part, he is silent, the task at hand grasping the entirety of his attention. That is, until company comes to call... An optic filled with lavender death, awash in the crimson that holds the lexan lenses with a daring, defiant grasp. It is quickly followed by the flashing of an energon axe, the blinding speed of the Unicronian born caught only in snippets by straining processors searching for maximum output. But this is the way it is... The way it should be.

A line, drawn in the sand.

The blow strikes the firefighter full across the chest, slashing through tempered safety glass, blasting the smoke eater from his feet. Those gumbies shackled by gravity that find themselves behind the juggernaut are blown aside like paper as the massive scarlet form flies backward, landing harshly on the Cybertronian surface. But stability is found quickly, the fireman leaping back to his feet to once again brandish his axe as his face knots horribly as he faces his aggressor. "Thought ya'd never notice, bein' s'busy jackjawin' n' flyin' aroun' like a dip. Now, let's dance, powder puff." Exploding from his crouch, axe already straining back as 25 tons is pistoned forward on thick, titanic legs, Inferno growls, lips peeled back as the moment is sealed, the blow delivered, the line crossed.

Inferno strikes Galvatron with Tee it up! KerPOW!.

Mirage is sliding another missile into his shoulder launcher when the attack comes. Hitting him on the side of his torso and chest, then the spy turns to see the incoming jet. Moving quickly, he leaps onto the cannon and slides out onto the barrel, then fires at the female seeker.

Mirage misses Green Pyramid Jet with its Armor-Piercing Rocket-Dart Hunting Rifle attack.

Rolling from the trodden path of Devestator, Silverbolt gives a sigh of relief. Wheres the blasted help when you need it? He props his arms underneath him, getting up with little trouble. A Decepticon gumbie quickly runs up past the opposition. With little ease, Silverbolt back-hands a gumbie that approached. "Whew, now that I don't have your attention." he smirks to himself, brandishing his Discharger Rifle. The quakes of the Gestalt's attacks shake Silverbolt, almost sending him to one knee. With distraught, he witnesses the destruction of Devestator, and tries to ready his aim.

Silverbolt strikes you with Electrostatic Discharger Rifle for 4 points of damage.

Foxfire rushes onto the battlefield, as fast as his little fox legs can carry him. He comes to a stop as he realizes just how many Deceptions there are, and decides on a different strategy. He activates a hologram and stays out of sight, blending in with his surroundings, and does all he can to keep from fleeing at the large 'Con that is Devastator. (He's reeeeeeeeally big,) the cassette tells himself, optics wide.

Galvatron laughs as he takes the blow square in the chest, a mere slash appearing. He is unyielding in his stance, glancing the blow off as if it were nothing. He scoffs once, "Powderpuff. How fascinating. Strong words, Inferno. Very strong words. Especially coming from one I have defeated countless times. Coming from one I have turned to near ash. One...I have made fall and even become my own minions. Talk." he pffts, "It is what you Autobots do. Nothing but talk. You're all always about the talk? Why? Haven't you ever heard?" he spins around, throwing the blunt edge of the axe and his other fist at Inferno in an attempt to knock him down. "Well? Haven't you? Haven't you heard that actions speak louder than words, you pathetic weakling?!"

Devastator> Galvatron strikes Inferno with Blunt End Smack.

Mmmm... rifle shots. Too bad they're going to waste--- Chimera is too fast for Mirage. Actually, she's insanely fast. An internal smile, and she spins to avoid them, using some of those arial acrobatics that another seeker taught her a while back. "Tut tut... Don't you remember that you're not supposed to fire until you get a lock on? Such a waste of energy." She'd be grinning all over. "Here... let me show you." Target lock: Silly Autobot on the end of a cannon barrel.

Green Pyramid Jet misses Mirage with her Lesson One attack.

Please. Was that an attack? Was big green supposed to feel that? That was pathetic, absolutely pathetic, and it fails to even get the big guy's attention. The giant ignores the annoying - no, wait, they don't even rate annoying, they're /nothing/ - gnats and swings enormous fists at the nearest tower that has the unmitigated gall of defying him by STILL STANDING. He roars in incoherent rage at the building - stupid! stupid building! - and rips into it, paying no heed to whatever direction any debris might be flying.

Devastator unleashes his Random Chunks of Unaimed Debris attack on Galvatron, Foxfire, Silverbolt, Mirage and Inferno, striking Silverbolt, Inferno and Foxfire.

*kaTHWOOOOOOM!*

The sheer force behind the blow, the strength of Unicron himself, once again falls upon the firefighter, finding him lacking on all fronts. The accuracy is astounding, striking once again dead center in the scarlet titan's chest, impacting the already damaged area to once again blow the Big Red Machine off his feet and into the crowd. Apparently the masses are getting the hint, though... Batallions begin to move, parting like the Red Sea as the two monsters battle for Iahex. What line that was drawn is erased in anger and desire, footfalls of marching and warfare leaving only scorchmarks and death in their wake.

Yet there is still fight in this lone Autobot, not knowing the end until optics can no longer see it. And through the pain, through the rage, there is still room for banter, a sliver of time for response to the still dangling accusations... "Ah thought we done HAD this lil' talk?" The stainless steel axehead drags the ground as the firefighter assumes his full height, sparks flickering from the edge as it finds his blackened grip once again. "Ah ain't here ta whisper in yer ear, dammit... Ah ain't 'ere fer none a' that. Ig'nert bastard." The pace is slow, amazingly slow, as the fireman closes the gap, the handle of the axe smacking an open palm as the ferocity begins to pick up steam, clawing at his features, dragging his mouth into a gutteral frown. "Ah'm 'ere ta make sure ya don't walk away. N' mah brothers do. Figured ya done figured that out by now..." The mvoement is silken, the product of a well trained hand and a deep, nearly unmatched strength. Down the axe falls, catching the dim Cybertronian light as it cascades through the air, coming with the herculean power of a meteor as it flies.

"It's mah job."

Inferno strikes Galvatron with Battle of the Century!.

Foxfire winces as he's struck, his disguse fading as a result. He shakes his head and again focuses on the situation. A scowl forms on his muzzle and he lowers his ears, taking this opportunity to dash toward one of the gumby 'Cons, biting it in the leg and then quickly releasing, going back into hiding before there's a reaction. The tape scans the area, desperately trying to think of a way he can help his comrades.

Spotting the incoming seeker, Mirage slides back along the cannon, out of range of her attack. "One could say the same thing to you, Decepticon" the spy replies as he fires his shoulder launcher at Chimera.

Mirage misses Green Pyramid Jet with its Shoulder Mounted Launcher attack.

With a smile, Silverbolt manages to succeed all to quickly. He turns around to face another gumby, brandishing his energo sword. The Decepticon is firing frantically at the fortress and Silverbolt, but is flattned by a chunk of debris. Turning back around, the debris lands on his midsection and manages to pin him to the ground. Flaling wildly, he doesn't seem to making anyway of getting out of the rubble.

Galvatron again takes the blow in his unyielding stance (CoH reference, I rule). He shakes his head, soaring backwards as debris flies everywhere. He slices left and right at the debris, cutting it in twain to keep it from hurting him. He finally stops, optics glowing bright. "Ignorant? Did you call me ignorant? I have it figured out Inferno." he shakes his head, "I have it figured out just fine. I know WHY you fight. The issue is, how? How can you keep doing this? How? You have lost at every turn. You are losing now. How? If my power and defeats of you is ignorance?" he scoffs, "Then fine. Ignorance is bliss. I am winning, Inferno. As I always have. I feel for you. It saddens me that you have strayed from my beauty. The beautiful darkness. The darkness that is my kind, my brothers. You were a son to me once...Inferno. But like Lucifer of the terran folklore, you feel from grace. I suppose it is up to your father to finish it for you." he raises his cannon arm amongst the rocks still flying from Devastators blast. "It brings me no joy, son, to end your life. But you need it. This endless struggle, it has stupified you. I can't allow that." FWHOOMP. But it's nowhere near a full power blast.

Galvatron strikes Inferno with Cannon <Low>.

The Decepticon gumbies are destroying the remaining turrets on the tower. The other tower is beginning to crumble. Some break off from the group and proceed to strafe the city, dropping bombs on the points that Galvatron pointed out for them. The weak points. Points that when destroyed...will cause the base to completely crumble.

She'd shrug, if it weren't for the fact that she's... a jet. So why not change that? As she transforms, the missile just... goes by her. Of course, once in her alternate mode, Chimera is still as much of a nasty violent wench as she was before. "Maybe you should move." She suggests, almost kindly, "Your perch is getting... unstable." Of course she's going to help destablize the Autobot. With firepower.

The pyramid jet unfolds into a female robot.

Chimera strikes Mirage with Wobble, darn you-- wobble!.

Scrapper has arrived.

Scrapper transforms to payloader mode.

Devastator continues his orgy of destruction, not bothering to target weak points, or carefully bring down buldings, or go for a domino effect.. oh no. The fearsome gestalt simply tears through steel and plascrete with his gigantic fists, bellowing incomprehensively as he does so. Ignoring the laser fire that comes from the Autobot troops all around (gumbies, no doubt), he rips one particularly stubborn sheet of metal from its brackets and tosses it carelessly aside.. unfortunately for Silverbolt, Devastator has accidently thrown it directly towards the Aerialbot commander.

Silverbolt evades your Hunk of burnin' love. attack.

Cybertronian Semi Rig arrives from the Central Iahex to the north.

Just as the Autobot shuttle appearing over Metroplex waaaaaaaay back in 2005, a speck appears overtop of the carnage wrought with precision and care. And wreckless abandon. No matter, though. Scattershot banks between two crumbling towers and surmises that this is a lost cause. That decision always hurts to admit, even if just to oneself. It hurts a lot more to stubbornly rattle off a few shots and then get grabbed up in a giant purple fist or eat some carpet from large orange doobies. A deadly doobie, to be sure. Transforming, the Technobot makes for sentient damage control first off. Inferno is naturally his first target, as he has an old debt to repay to the fireman from Tokyo and large mythological creatures. Also, the whole red-scheme is an excellent marketing ploy on the optics.

Scattershot transforms into robot mode and promptly gives you The Finger.

It is peaceful, the blast that flies from Galvatron's cannon... The impact is once again centered in the firefighter's chest, staggering the Big Red Machine, causing once stalwart legs to waver, nearly buckle, only to find just another drop of gas in the proverbial fuel tank. Smoke begins to roll from behind smudged optic lenses, obscuring a part of his field of vision, yet thankfully so. Iahex isn't visible to him in the distance, the carnage disappeared from his peripheral. The damage, it leaves an odd, stinging sensation across his entirety, one not entirely uncomfortable... Yes, systems protest then fail, question the higher functions as they smile a weak, fading grin. This is the moment this Autobot has experienced time and time again. It is so familiar it is comfortable... Peaceful.

But war knows not the face of peaceful harmony, and with systems that whisper for him to rest, to sit down, enjoy the cool surface of the planet on his face, Inferno steadies himself, fists coiling into thick blocks of unyielding steel around the haft of the axe. There is time yet... Time for the others to escape. Time for the fight to continue on a different front. time for Inferno to make his final stand. His radio crackles, the remnants of defiance still heard in his voice. "Soun' th' general evac. Clear out that damn city 'fore y'all die in it. Ah ain't drawin' th' line out 'ere jes' ta see y'alls brand spankin' new tomb. Ya got 2 minutes." Optics level upon Galvatron, shoulders crumpled from Devastator's flying debris. Fold or call, this is the last hand of the night, kids.

"Fightin' fire, savin' lives... If them boys out yonder get ta pump energon fer 2 more seconds longer 'cause a' what ah'm doin', then dammit, ah'm gonna fight. Cain't expect ya to understand that, Galvatrawn... S'why ah'm gonna beat it inta yer skull." Once again the firefighter explodes from his haunches, the fists doubled for a blast of titanic proportions, a last ditch effort to once again draw a line in the sand...

Inferno misses Galvatron with his The Final Line attack.

Foxfire again bolts from his cover, having seen Silverbolt get pinned under the debris, and rushes over to him, wanting to help. "Hey, 'Bolt!" he says as he approaches, slowing to a walk, then stopping beside the Aerialbot. "You okay?" He paws at the rubble that's trapping him, and does his best to get it off, but he's not having much luck.

With tremendous strain, Silverbolt drops his sword to lift up the chunk of debris that is pinning him. He pushes it off with a sigh, up and over his own two feet. Silverbolt leans down, picking up his sword and watching the hoards of Decepticons releasing their firepower upon Iahex. The next chunk flies short, but he still has to jump back a couple feet to miss it. The horrid display of destruction strikes a nerve with the aerialbot commander, as he jumps in the air. Transforming with slight ease, the SST Concorde takes to the skies. Firing off ALL of his missiles, he recieves the radio transmission from Inferno, and pulls back.

With his knees shaking, Silverbolt transforms into a jet.

Silverbolt strikes you with Missile for 14 points of damage.

Mirage is knocked off the cannon and spins as he falls, trying to land on both feet. However the spy lets off another blast at Chimera as he plummets towards the ground.

Mirage strikes Chimera with Hunting Rifle.

Cybertronian Semi Rig has missed the action? He comes in from the spacebridge just to find that his city is about to collapse under him, his troops are running for their lives, and there's nothing to do but sound the retreat, which has already been done? Rodimus transforms at the gates, or what's left of them. Rodimus just stands there looking at the city, burning. His troops dying. It's his fault that this happened. He has no reason for his actions. Just that he wasn't here, and he should have been.

The tricked out semi-rig seems to leap in the air. The trailer behind it falls away into nothing while the front of the rig folds and forms a torso and arms. The underside of the whole thing forms into a pair of treetrunk like legs. Finally, a head rises up into place. Where a tricked out rig once was, Rodimus Prime stands.

Galvatron smirks as his Decepticons begin a second carpet bombing of the foundations. He cheers, "YES! Victory is mine! MINE! Do you hear me Inferno?" he catches Inferno's attack, shaking his head, "I said, you fool, do you hear me? I have won. I'm glad you're so optimistic. So sure that your sacrifice will save others. It's comforting...you see." he laughs, "To know that some Autobots are so stupid! You still have that knack. That is why I will always win. The time has come...my son...to face the music!" He Matrix slo-mo punches Fern in the gut to knock him back. He then transforms. Cyber-lightning strikes in the sky, illuminating his transformation. Across the galaxy, mothers hold children to their breasts in fear. They know...they can feel it. A hero...a hero...is about to fall. The maw of the cannon glow brightly, "Prepare yourself, Inferno. Prepare yourself...for oblivion!" The maw discharges, firing a full power blast at Inferno.

Galvatron places his barrel on his head and transforms into cannon mode. Oh no, someone's gonna get it.

Fusion Cannon <Galvatron> strikes Inferno with Cannon <Maximum Firepower> Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.

Inferno falls to the ground unconscious.

The once mighty structure that is Iahex taunts Devastator no more. It is now a husk of its former self - once mighty and proud, a beacon of unity for the Autobots.. much of it now little more than crushed steel and mortar littering the battleground. But still, the behemoth continues on. Devastator isn't interested in stopping, not until this city is nothing more than rubble. The behemoth continues to growl incoherently.. right up until a series of blasts register on the large green Bonecrusher/Bulldozer arm (who, by the way, is totally appable) as missiles connect from Silverbolt. "HRAAAH!" is all that the brute can manage to utter in response to the blow, grabbing a sizable chunk of an Iahex defensive turret with both of his hands and hurling the chunk - and the trooper manning the tower - at Silverbolt.

Silverbolt evades your Airborne defensive turret! attack.

And the first shot that Mirage has sent her way hits. And Chimera ... laughs? Oh yes. There's a large grin on her faceand a slight sear on her shoulder as she presses her attack against the spy. A subspace shimmer, a new pair of weapons, and there's more of that mad cackling laughter, as she cuts out the anti-gravs to follow. and then she's firing. "Have a nice fall, Mirage."

Chimera strikes Mirage with TwinShot.

Hook has disconnected.

Approching Inferno on an angle from behind, Scattershot figures the worst of it is over. It's just a question of getting to him, picking him up (convincing him to retreat never works in words) and getting outta Dodge. The sudden rise in temperature around the battle area is the first warning he senses that this won't quite go as planned. Inferno taking a full-powered doobie blast might just have been enough. But there's no epic mourning for the guy this time. "I swear, it's like he ASKS for it sometimes." Pithy comments out of the way, the Technobot Commander fails to consider post-traumatic damage and just hauls what's left of Inferno into his arms. The bulk is a strain, but he awkwardly manages to get them both behind a hulk of wreckage. "Silverbolt," he radios. "I need an airlift out of here for Inferno. Drop your mag-hooks and get him to the site!"

Inferno is strong... Amongst the strongest in the Autobot faction. Yet his last ditch effort, his titanic answer to overwhelming force is met with a simple opened hand, the Unicronian spawn catching his mightiest blow and tossing it aside. Maybe it is futile, this never ending fight... But maybe the firefighter's actions today have made a difference. Maybe the life given has allowed others to live on, fight on, and once again draw that ever present line in the sand...

Staggered by the gutshot, Inferno falls to a knee, his audial receptors catching the sounds of transformation even before it's seen. When his optics are raised to view the horrid image, it only sees the blackened hole of death, the barrel of the cannon leveling like the reaper's hand as it locks its target. While processors whisper a prayer in his mind, his lips act otherwise, the smile fighting through pain and a shattered form to whisper his last words... Whisper his reason for being.

"I did it, ya bastard... They live. You LOSE."

The next thing he sees is a wash of orange light, piercing his optics and finally delivering the long awaited rest...

Mirage hits the ground, hard, wincing as his feet crunch into the ground and the femme's attack strikes him. Leaping away, the spy rolls along the ground, leaps to his feet, then starts running, firing back at Chimera as he does so.

Mirage misses Chimera with its Armor-Piercing Rocket-Dart Hunting Rifle attack.

Firing random shots at the ground troops, he swivels around the area. One and two, they go down like clockwork. "Affirmative Scattershot." is all he musters into the radio, fighting off the urge to fire another salvo at Devastator. Just the thought of the city brings chills to his frame, but he will manage. Streaking past the impending army of soldiers, Silverbolt releases the hooks as ordered. "Blast it, hurry up!"

Foxfire has been listening to the broadband, and realizes that he has no choice but to run. He gives one last look around, and spots a familar paint job standing amongst the wreckage. "Rodimus," he whispers, then looks toward Silverbolt, and takes off toward him. "Hey, gimme a lift!"

Rodimus Prime clenches his fists as he catches the pink flash of the galvacannon discharging and striking Inferno down. He knows nothing can stop what's happening here, but damn, he's Prime. He has to try. To give it his all. Rodimus transforms, just as the arch above him crumbles. He takes off over the rubble strewn field and charges towards Glavatron. Retreat or no, he'll take Galvatron down or die trying. Taking over land, he can handle that. Stealing energon, an every day occurrence. But this time, Galvatron's on his lawn burning it with a torch. Not just a hostile action, but a threat. Rodimus, now in his semi mode, charges towards Galvatron. He shouts out, "Galvatron! Get off my lawn! NOW!" All six wheels roll over crushed metal and burning plastic, all six ready to trample the Galvacannon if given the chance.

Rodimus Prime falls forward. His arms compress and fold backward as a trailer comes out of subspace to connect with the back of his legs. Where the vanguard of the autobots once was, a tricked out flaming semi-rig appears.

Cybertronian Semi Rig strikes Fusion Cannon <Galvatron> with R.K.O..

Fusion Cannon <Galvatron> smirks as he transforms back into robot mode, the barrel still blazing. He shakes his head at the fallen and condemned son, "If that is what you call a win, Inferno, I pity the Autobot cause." he looks to the sky "Initiate final bombing run!" The seekers obey, making their last strafe of Iahex. The city begins to collapse on itself from the explosions. What does this fiend do? Does he feel for the pain he caused? The people he's hurt? NO! He laughs. Perhaps the Autobots should remember that, and MAKE THAT THEIR POWER! (anyone but Rodimus who catches that reference gets a cookie). He goes flying from the attack by Rodimus, but to no avail. He has won. It is known. Nothing can be done. He lands and comes up with cannon charged. "Very well, Rodimus. You could have escaped. You could have helped your minions. But you chose to attack. Very well. Devastator. Rodimus is target Devastator. ATTACK!" Galvatron himself fires a blast in Rod's direct!

ion.

The fusion cannon reconfigures up into Galvatron.

Galvatron strikes Cybertronian Semi Rig with Cannon<High>.

The destruction is not over yet! Oh, no, not by a long shot! The Autobot stronghold is not nearly as flat as Devastator would like it! The giant robot stomps around, an expression of childlike glee lighting his malevolent face when he hears the orders given by his master. It takes a moment... two... three... and finally the controlling minds realize they've been given new instructions. There's another pause as the Constructicons bicker before they come to the mutual agreement that once they were again separate, they'd rather not face the cannon for disobeying orders. The behemoth stomps in Rodimus's direction, attempting to bring his Scrapper leg down upon the Autobot commander.

You strike Cybertronian Semi Rig with But I Wanted To Smoosh More Gumbies!.

<OOC> Galvatron says, "you...hit...him?"

<OOC> Galvatron says, "The world is now ending."

Chimera is as slippery as can be. Twisting. Turning. Evading shots. And then there's the order about the final bombing run. She can't miss that. Oh no. That can't be missed. She leaps up, and heads off to help, and make sure the other seekers hit the right targets. Y'know. No attack for Mirage, he's lucky today.

Chimera jumps up, and folds into a pyramid jet.

The cannon blast strikes the flaming winnebago wannabe semi, ripping into a pair of his tires on one side. Smoke trails off from them as it causes the semi to spin erratically. Then he's kicked, like a football into the air. The power in the gestalt was just enough to launch him into the sky, but from the angle he was at while spinning the strike didn't cause much damage. Rodimus transforms, his leg smoldering rubber across it from a blown tire. He glares at both Devistator and Galvatron. "Leave? Not a bad idea. Guess I don't have much choice do I? But then again, I've always made my own choices besides the one that's given to me." He brings his photon eliminator into existence with a glowing line of light along his fist. The weapon hums with unbridled power as he chooses his target. The Gestalt, or the psycho purple cannon? Is there really a choice? He points it towards Galvatron, and fires letting a blast of power erupt from his weapon of choice.

The tricked out semi-rig seems to leap in the air. The trailer behind it falls away into nothing while the front of the rig folds and forms a torso and arms. The underside of the whole thing forms into a pair of treetrunk like legs. Finally, a head rises up into place. Where a tricked out rig once was, Rodimus Prime stands.

Rodimus Prime strikes Galvatron with Photon Eliminator <Low>.

Inferno smokes a lot. All dead like. Yay Inferno!

Scattershot hoists what's left of Inferno up towards Silverbolt. This move will take some timing to make sure the Fireman doesn't land on his non-face, but both participants are of the athletic persuasion. As the Concorde makes its pass, Scattershot gets a nice deep-knee bend and waits... wait... wait... now! With a squat-heave that would make Joe Weider proud, he launches the bulk towards the deployed mag-hooks. Using the same momentum, he transforms and tails Inferno's floating body out of the field of fire. Any shots intended for his seemingly lifeless body would have to pass through the Technobot first, at least from behind. Silverbolt... well, he's on his own.

Scattershot transforms into Battlecruiser mode. Somewhere, Hun-Grrr whimpers softly.

The base finally has taken enough, it is starting to collapse.

Inferno's frame is thrown, and hooked with magnetic ease. He starts to swing to the left, but with a minor speed adjustment the motion is quelled. With that job done, he turns back around towards Foxfire's area. Scattershot following behind, "Foxfire, I am making a pass. Better jump in quick." Silverbolt mutters into the radio. Trying to decelerate with some ease, trying to care for Inferno's aft, he manages a slower speed. With a click of a button, the hatch pops open.

Mirage is poised to fire at Chimera again when she breaks off and leaves, then the spy turns and keeps running out of the collapsing city now the order to retreat has been given, transforming and cloaking as he goes.

Mirage nodded as he transformed into his vehicle mode.

Foxfire picks up speed, and once he's close enough, he hops inside Silverbolt and just about collapses, not entirely from physical exhaustion but mostly from the horror of witnessing the destruction.

Galvatron laughs, "Time to run, Rodimus. Seems your city has just collapsed." he puts a hand to his mouth in mock surprise, "OOOOOOPS! Did I do that?" he evil chuckles. You know, that "mwahahahahaha" thing. "Best leave, Rodimus, before I turn Devastator on you again. Your fire was idiotic to my unyielding stance. It means nothing. Run. Scurry. Scurry to your escape. We have won this planet. It belongs to us for now."

Green Pyramid Jet continues the strafing runs. Because she's a good little sheep. Baaaa. Let's see how flat this city can get. No attack here either.

F-1 Ligier JS-II moves east to New Memorial Spaceport.

A twisted grin slides across Devastator's face as Rodimus goes flying through the air. The mecha-soccer games that they show in the pubs don't have anything on that. Some part of him is yelling that he needs to get out his gun, but that's a bit much for him. He still has to deal with those orders to go after Rodimus Prime, and the mental strain of getting out his gun would probably be too taxing for the green behemoth. Bringing up his Mixmaster leg, Devastator lurches forward for a crushing step down. Galvatron's words are lost on him. If some parts of him are worried, the whole doesn't care. "DEVASTATOR SMITE PUNY AUTOBOT!"

You strike Rodimus Prime with Mecha-Soccer Punt.

Scrapper has disconnected.

Devastator separates into the individual Constructicons.

Rodimus Prime sneers at Galvatron, but then his sneer is blocked and punted away by a g-crush sized mecha-soccer punt. He lands in a heap of wreckage and looks messed up bad. His flames are scraped off and his armor is more than a bit mangled from the punting he's gotten from Devy. "This isn't over Galvatron..." he transforms and peels out to head south, assuming there's not a legion of decepticon warriors blocking his path. "...I'll be back for you. You WON'T get away with this." he screams, though he would like nothing more right now than to just run right at Galvatron and beat him till there was nothing left but scrap metal. The matrix is leading him right about now. He's far from his anger and emotions as they won't help him now.

Rodimus Prime falls forward. His arms compress and fold backward as a trailer comes out of subspace to connect with the back of his legs. Where the vanguard of the autobots once was, a tricked out flaming semi-rig appears.

Rodimus Prime begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Battlecruiser, Silverbolt, Green Pyramid Jet.

Silverbolt flies straight for the spaceport, ignoring the burning wreckage that was the beloved Autobot stronghold. The hatch closed, and secured Foxfire inside of the SST Concorde. He streaks out of the area, with nothing left to say.

Silverbolt begins retreating, leaving itself vulnerable to parting shots from Battlecruiser.

Foxfire is safe inside the Aerialbot. That's about it. Yeah.

Inferno moves east to New Memorial Spaceport.

Inferno has left.

Foxfire has left.

Silverbolt moves east to New Memorial Spaceport.

Silverbolt has left.

Battlecruiser moves east to New Memorial Spaceport.

Battlecruiser has left.

Cybertronian Semi Rig moves south to Iacon Plain.

Cybertronian Semi Rig has left.

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Message: 2/9 Posted Author

Victory! Sun Jan 23 Galvatron

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*Galvatron appears on the screen*

Victory is ours. Iahex is nothing but rubble thanks to my brilliance. Devastator helped...a little. Cybertron now belongs to us. Commence building of Cyclonus' and my starship designs immediately. I expect skeletons of this fleet to be ready in two megacycles. Galvatron, OUT.

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