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Post by Backbeat on Sept 7, 2018 20:50:35 GMT
Backbeat follows the lizard. Looking at the debris and trash littering the area.
' Well this is... Well I want to say an impressive... But in the worst way... '
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Post by Baku on Sept 7, 2018 22:30:56 GMT
"Impressive? What about it is impressive? The state of decay and ruin or the fact that a few gluttons for punishment are still functioning around these parts?" Kiyu grunted as he tilted his head at getting another scent, this one different... Femme, perhaps? He started walking towards an area that seemed to him to have some habitation, though he had to be cautious. He felt was entering the gang's territory. At least, that's what his gut was telling him... Or was he simply hungry for scrap metal?
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Post by Backbeat on Sept 9, 2018 2:07:10 GMT
Backbeat shrugs.
' I refer you to the second part of my comment. But yeah, the fact that they've stop all attempts to retake this level does not bode well... '
Backbeat pauses as he see's Kiyu seem to notice something. He whispers to the lizard.
' We got incoming? '
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Post by Baku on Sept 9, 2018 3:32:25 GMT
Kiyu cautiously walks forward a few more steps before stopping. "We seem to be downwind of the Demora's base of operations... I can pick up two scents easily, a mech and a femme... Given the gaseous texture, I'd say the mech is asleep at his post. But something else feels wrong, real wrong..."
The reptilian mode makes a chuffing noise from its throat before looking up toward Backbeat. "You said you're a merc, right? Did you have anyone else tag along with you, or are you just going alone after a single person..?"
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Post by Backbeat on Sept 9, 2018 8:10:25 GMT
Backbeat moves behind some cover near the lizard. He motions for the Kiyu to take cover.
' I was soloing this quest till you showed up... Scrap. Something's gone wrong. '
Backbeat draws what looks like a very heavy duty pistol from a storage panel on his left leg. He pulls a green colored clip out of subspace, much like a magician would a rabbit from a hat. He loads it into his gun and looks a Kiyu.
' Acid rounds... Only thing that can possibly stop a Junkion in an environment like this. ... '
That was when the drop-ships could be seen in the sky... They passed over them on their way to their target. Letting Backbeat see them clearly from his cover. He then gives a more chipper tone. Trying to downplay how screwed he just realized they are... As it just dawned on him who else might be dumb enough to go near the fortress. The symbols on the drop ships let him know who had just joined the party.
' By any chance did you happen to have called in the Decepticons... Cause I know I didn't. '
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Post by Baku on Sept 9, 2018 14:20:01 GMT
Snarling a little when when told to move to cover, Kiyu headed the warning and hopped his way up to a ledge with some cover as a vantage point near Backbeat. "Nice ammunition. You'll have to tell me where you bought it if we make it out of this with our hides intact."
He then sees the ships fly over as well from a hole in the ceiling of the district, hissing under his breath before looking back towards the mercenary. "Frag... Trust me, the Decepticons are the last sparks I'd invite to a party, let alone something like this... The Demora must have caught their interest somehow..."
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Post by Corvid on Sept 9, 2018 21:52:10 GMT
“Touch-y,” the same seeker drew out. Pointing a weapon at her hadn’t phased her much. It surprised her, her eyes widening, but she didn’t retaliate in any way, flinch, or shrink back in fear. She did make a mental note not to prod at the triplechanger anymore.
Below, the dropships had moved into position. Whizzing past Kiyu and Backbeat’s heads, a few dropships escorted directly in front and behind by two formations of Decepticon fliers. Unfortunately for the pair of neutrals, they were close enough to the Demora’s base that they were sitting directly where the Decepticon forces had intended their landing zone to be. Not far ahead of the two, dropships touched down while fliers changed formation, some staying aerial while others landed and transformed. And all at once, grounders began pouring out of the dropships. For a group as small as the Demora Brotherhood was, perhaps this was overkill. The number was too many to quickly count, thirty-forty-sixty plus grounders and fliers made up the force. None had become hostile yet, instead biding their time now that they’d revealed themselves to the brotherhood.
Kiyu and Backbeat were near several of the farther back fliers, but none had seemed to spot them… yet.
Above, the team leader put a hand to the side of his head as he received a comm. His troops were reporting their position, and it was time to commence the operation. Looking across to Osprey and the seekers, he held a hand up, forming a fist and signaling it was time to go. The fliers with the team leader began cutting a hole in the floor below him. Soon after, the seekers with Osprey began doing the same.
The specialized weapons on their arms firing sustaining laser streams, heating the metal of the floor below and beginning to slice through slowly.
"Don't you worry about us taking care of business," she said. "You just make sure we're clear of hostiles so we can do our job."
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Post by Genorix on Sept 17, 2018 19:45:08 GMT
Osprey just gave a frightening, mad expression as a reaction to the "Touch-y" comment. He noticed that the femme will not try to play on his nerves. After getting the signal to proceed, his teammates began to cut the hole. One of the seekers told him not to worry about them. "I would expect nothing less from you two. Now shut the scrap up and focus on the task at hand!" he said as he turned away and activating the X18 Scrapmaker.
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Post by sarune on Sept 19, 2018 20:12:57 GMT
Ever since their assault on the Luminous Repository, the Demora Brotherhood's headquarters had been under lockdown. Surrounded by a wall that was taller than most of the buildings in the surrounding area, allowing those who walked the fortification to keep an eye on the streets and rooftops around them. Just as surely as it prevented anyone entering without permission or leaving for that matter, not that many defectors would reach that far. Not with Quadrack's personal guard more than willing to provide public displays on why trying to run away from their duty was a bad idea. Which had, in turn, ensured that everyone within would not be leaving anytime soon.
That wasn't to say that every single member was locked in, however, in fact with their location and the angles of attack they could face, they had dozens of scouts roaming the outskirts and nearby levels. It was because of this decision that the Decepticons arrival was not entirely unannounced.
One of the few Demora members capable of the speed and discretion that scouting required, Scraprat was hardly what most would think of when asked to describe one of the Brotherhood. His agile frame, too slim to be pleasant and lanky in a way that should have made running awkward was neither packing multiple layers of armour nor was it particularly strong capable of lifting another mech with brute strength. Instead, it was a frame made purely for speed, and although one or two members may not approve it was a valuable asset as he moved through the streets, taking care to measure his steps and avoiding a number of cars that seemed to have been created as makeshift barricades against invaders.
Many, who would be shortly following similar paths when the Anti-Air guns around the headquarters forced them into a land skirmish. One that the wall was more than prepared for as Scraprat was forced to signal to the guards upon his arrival, only the correct signs prevented him from being blasted by concealed warp cannons, scavenged but still functional pieces of a former warship. Much of which had been scavenged including the hull which formed many pieces of the wall, including the large gate that was only partially opened for the mech as he slipped through before it was closed again.
A moment later Scraprat was running through the courtyard at a pace that would have been considered reckless sprinting for a human who had to fear about stamina, at least in this case the mech was well aware that a failure to report in would be significantly more fatal than a minor energon drain. Not that he was ever particularly inclined to disobey Quadrack's orders, not anymore at least.
With that in mind, it didn't take long for the brotherhood member to slip through the main entrance, barely aware of the more heavily armed than usual warriors who looked already ramped for a fight. One which at current looked ready to occur regardless of whether the Decepticons actually stepped in as Scrap headed through the long corridor's ground floor eerily aware of the rowdy thugs above ready to fire on new arrivals even as those below kept them in a bloody scramble.
It was only the insignia on his face, branded long ago as a punishment but also a sign of protection now that allowed the rat to ignore the shop entrances which ran the full sector, connecting one after another to the point there were very few places that did not possess a store or two. Now, each a room that could be camped in as the opposing force was dragged through the centre with an enemy on both sides as well as from above and in front. A perfect place for a defensive battle, not that it had been Quadrack's original consideration when he'd originally acquired the base.
He had more fascination with the centre of the building, a circular area which cut into three lanes including the one Scraprat had just walked through, each possessed a similar layout which led to where an ice rink had once existed. Not that there was much of that which remained past the general shape, instead rebuilt and repurposed the ice had long been removed and replaced with a steel force made of numerous interlinking grates. A necessity nowadays when Quadrack's fighting ring was often filled with energon and the scrap parts of those unlucky initiates who hadn't been prepared to kill another for their survival.
It was here high-above on a throne of the deceased that Quadrack sat.
Large even for most Cybertronians, at fifty foot it could be understood that he was neither the largest mech that existed nor the smallest. Even then it was difficult to ever call Quadrack a small mech, as he remained sitting his orange optics locked on an occurring fight between two unarmed mechs, there was a presence to him that demanded everyone be aware of him even as it dared anyone to look him in the eye. Not that many had the courage to do so. For many he was a terrifying sight.
His armoured form layers upon layers of too many different metals to count where almost extravagant compared to the rest of the brotherhood, an armour created over centuries not so much built as grown into a terrible masterpiece.
An artwork of fallen foes and betrayers.
It was not his only relic, just the one he wore at all times. For aside his throne, leaning upright the Warhammer of the Brotherhood, The Crucible stood tall. Surrounded by the energon that still dripped from the walls after the last fight, there was a hiss that emitted from the warhammer. A sound similar to the burn of thermo-energon despite there being no signs of its activation, which would surely be seen as the two-headed weapon was taller than its wielder while he sat and not much smaller when he rose.
Not that he had any intention to do so as he watched the two pit-fighters battle, already their protoforms where leaking from numerous wounds as each tried to defeat the other. Even to Scraprat's optics though they were unskilled and worse off, boring, a deadly sin when in the court of the Demora. Surely if not for the impending fight they would have both been ripped to shreds. Instead, it would appear Scraprat would be saving their ungrateful afts... for now.
"My lord, I have urgent news. The Decepticons march upon us, arms raised for war, they already invade our streets." The mech announced, ending the dual as both fighters stood back aware they were no longer Quadrack's interest as his optics turned to Scraprat with the barest flicker of interest.
"Tell me, rat, are you certain?"
"To the core of my spark, I assure you. They come now."
"Then upon your spark, any lies while fall." The fallen-king accepted as he rose, a giant rising from his metal throne, the crucible, his crown leaping to hand as energon and corpses were promised. Beneath centuries of armour, a purple insignia flared ready to be reunited with its brethren.
Perhaps after this battle, another crusade would claim another warlord, Quadrack mused as he began to step down the support steps to and away from his throne.
"Now, slay the unmarked, their forms shall serve another purpose in death." He stated last as the guards moved, executing each of the pit-fighters in practised forms that kept much of their metal frames intact for later use.
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Meanwhile, outside on the wall, the turrets began to move into position. Warp cannons settling into a firing arc that would be lethal for any groups that stayed together as easy targets.
With the knowledge her next shot would be creating a very big bang, Fallout supposed violence wasn't always bad.
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Post by Backbeat on Sept 20, 2018 2:51:33 GMT
Backbeat sighs heavily. This was gonna be a pain. And boy did he know it.
' We got a plan for this? '
He holsters the pistol on his side and uses his subspace powers to draw a sawed off shotgun. He would load it with what appeared to be explosive shells.
' Cause 5 gets you 10 that the cons are gonna focus on killing everyone on this level. And I know the brotherhood'll want to kill any tourists they find too. '
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Post by Baku on Sept 20, 2018 22:52:45 GMT
Kiyu grunted a little as he used his sensors to see their numbers as best he could. Decepticons at the front, the Demora at the back... "I'm getting too old for this scrap... It's like Tarshish 5 all over again..." He muttered before looking over to Backbeat.
"Which one of the scrap-heaps from the brotherhood is the main moron? Maybe we can let the 'Cons off him and let the rest scramble... This entire district reeks of fear, and my money's on that one being the cause of it... Take 'em out, get the scrap out of here, and collect the bounty later?" He muttered as quietly as he could so Backbeat could hear. It wasn't much of a plan, but it was better than just lying down and taking the bullets...
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Post by Corvid on Sept 23, 2018 18:30:31 GMT
The Decepticons of the Initial Response Team had been first to attack, firing upon the base's fortifications while the Demora were still setting up. The front line was made up of a mix of fliers and grounders. They aimed their shots at gaps in the armor of the fortress, most being used to aim the weapons of their defenses- anything that wasn't automated. But none of the Decepticons could land their shots before the warp cannons were in position.
The first few shots from the warp cannons didn't hit, but the next one did. An unfortunate group of about five Decepticons were blown apart from Fallout's blast. Soon after, the Decepticons began repositioning, splintering to avoid a repeat hit.
A longer distance away, unseen fliers took their positions out of the warp cannons' range, landing in the ruins of taller buildings rather than with the main group.
Snipers. Once set up, each began firing individually, coordinating their targets so that no two aimed for the same one. Most of their shots had missed, yet not all of them. One sniper's shot rang true. They hit an operator of one of the warp cannons through the gap next to it. A lucky shot, perhaps. Then they reloaded, fired again, and hit another. Perhaps not luck. Their third hit was on a bot standing right next to Fallout. Already, the brotherhood members handling the defenses would be struggling to keep their weapons manned long enough to actually fire them.
"Finished," the other seeker announced. They ignored Osprey's impatience, instead turning to one another.
"Well, Glidefeint?" "After you, Nullgust."
The nozzles of their lasers still hot, the pair jumped- or more like, walked- in ahead of the triple changer. A free fall awaited them.
Nullgust dove head first, and Glidefeint went feet first after her. Once through the hole, there were a few brief moments where a full three-sixty view of floor fifty-five was visible over the top of the Demora's fortress. They didn't pay any heed to the view. Several stories separated them from the floor below, which wasn't the ground level of the floor, but rather, one of the higher levels of the fortress.
On the floor below them were a small number of the brotherhood. Three guards visible to the seekers in their free fall. Their position far from the busier battlements at siege by the team's greater main force, the resistance awaiting the infiltration group was apparently to be lackluster. Nullgust was first to strike. Diving headlong into them, she took aim at two of the three Demora and fired. Then, the two seekers traded; both flaring their wings to course correct, Nullgust went from a headlong dive to letting her feet lead, and vice versa for Glidefeint, who had already begun firing on the third remaining Demora before the aerial maneuver had even completed.
Free falling had been the easy part for the pair of seekers. Now, came the landing.
Just as she was first to dive, Nullgust was first to land, choosing the body of the third Demora- the one who Glidefeint had fired upon- as her landing pad. She stomped into the mech's body, the frame crumpling beneath her weight by the force of her dive. Immediately, she arched her body forward, bracing her hands on the floor beneath her as she prepared for- Glidefeint dove head first into her companion, arms outstretched to then tuck into a roll off of Nullgust's back.
Once again in unison, Nullgust sprang up from her crouch as Glidefeint came sprinting out of her roll, the pair firing once on the two Demora for good measure. They watched as smoking pockets riddled the mechs' armor, and the Demora fell.
"Clear," Glidefeint informed Osprey above over the comms.
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Post by sarune on Sept 28, 2018 19:06:44 GMT
With just over fifty members, the Demora Brotherhood was forced to spread their group across the wall. It's massive bulk almost uncoverable with their numbers if not for the few automated defences that existed including a number of smaller turrets that had begun firing. In turn, filling the streets with a mixture of both ballistic and energy based projectiles that at least provided some assistance for the defending force. Not that it was a perfect solution as every loss they suffered only brought further strain they could hardly manage against the seemingly endless waves of the enemy.
A horde of Decepticons, unlike anything that had been seen in centuries on the planet of Leva III. Certainly more than even the prepared members of the Brotherhood had expected as they were forced to transfer more and more of their members to the main conflict. With such a demanding presence at their gates, it was only natural a few other areas slacked. It was here on the upper rooftops, a tower located high above the main structure, the Decepticons infiltrators landed far away from the main battle. Their own fight too far from the frontlines to even be heard amongst the war below.
At least, for now, they were undetected, although that could change at any moment. It was only the distraction below that had prevented the Demora from being alerted and any attempts to take a method other than going down floor by floor using the stairwells would surely risk the possibility of being spotted by those below. The lack of cover and AA guns currently not in use but on standby made the idea of scaling the building a quick but deadly alternative.
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Unaware of the infiltrators, Fallout had bigger issues as another warp cannon shot ravaged the streets outside, she barely turned to her spotter Locksight before his helm imploded. Only a foot away from the mech, her optics caught the entire scene as a bullet whizzed through the slots of the cannon, in less time than it took to blink the projectile connected with her friend, punching through the insignificant armour as though it wasn't there to leave a gaping hole. Then in a spurt of energon, she was blind, covered by lifeblood that rushed to escape it's dead vessel as she recoiled backwards.
Her own reaction saving herself as another shot flew by even as the body devoid of life ahead fell without care smashing into the controls of the cannon as another final shot triggered. Without consideration for overheating or even proper aiming the next shot blasted into a nearby skyscraper, a once perfect location for snipers that was erased in a single moment as the cannon continued, now a beam rather than a single shot which was ripping into the ceiling above far in the distance. Unable to safely hold such a firing stance though, the cannon was already overheating as the area ahead of it began to melt around the edges of the barrel, even a few feet behind Fallout could feel her own frame struggling.
Aware she had no way of surviving within the now superheating room and still partially blinded, the femme stumbled towards the controls. Now sparking and with the internals melting at an increased speed, however, there was little possibility of disabling the beam even after she threw the corpse covering the interface away. It was only desperation that left Fallout jumping out of the room, barely avoiding the firing beam which even then left her feeling fragile as she landed a few moments later with a crash of intense pain that was the result of landing in the junkheap below.
One of the few barriers that covered the district, the area she landed in was one last obstacle to the wall. A maze of scrapmetal that was easily seventy foot tall at it's highest, she'd landed on a platform only a short drop from the floor. At least, that which had been crushed and compacted enough times it could be considered a floor as she pulled herself to stand, dragging gunk and dirt that clung to her frame like a second skin.
Whether brought by her instinctive scream of pain, or the blazing beam above, a moment later two Decepticons came rushing around the corner, exiting from a labyrinth of scrap that had provided some cover but now left them both clustered together as she raised her pistol, then fired. The first shot narrowly missed, skimming the one infront across the shoulder before he dived into cover. Unable to respond in time the second figure, however, was brought down by her second shot which quickly devolved into a burst of four that left the victims frame mangled as they collapsed. Then she was ducking for cover of her own as a shot slammed into her hip, chipping her armour but failing to pierce before she was hidden.
Not that hiding would save her, as seconds later the cover above her head was riddled with a storm of bullets that left her dome scattered with scratches from the shrapnel. It was running on instinct then she abandoned the cover, rolling out as she drawed her weapon, the sights lining up with an enemy only now adjusting to her new position, then fired.
Bang
He dropped.
Far above her head through the cannon reached critical, burning everything around it before suddenly it exploded. The payload within igniting with such force it blinded anyone looking in its direction and left most of the wall in its section not just destroyed but outright gone.
"Scrap." She said breathlessly, her optics sightless as she stared up at the sight of the explosion and then back to her own frame, energon dripping from a newly formed hole in her left shoulder that the last mech had created in a last revenge.
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Heading at a slower pace than Scraprat had originally arrived, Quadrack moved with a calmness that his optics defied. Their glare practically burning, held the truth that Quadrack's current stance was only because he could not physically see a perpetrator to take out his legendary anger on. For now, though it was held, barely leashed by a will that was gradually decaying as the sounds of battle became clearer.
All that changed though when the battlefield was silenced, a roar of power and strength, unlike anything a single warrior could obtain rushed across the district, followed by a heatwave that even miles away could be felt, forcing the battle to pause in attention before even the horror of the moment was overwhelmed by the return of battle Only this time, Quadrack moved, a hint of excitement in his gate as he carried the Crucible without strain.
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Post by Genorix on Oct 1, 2018 5:21:22 GMT
Osprey just nodded. As he watched the two jump down to proceed, he started calculating how how it will take them to give the signal for him to follow. He observed the two as they killed off the personnel. As he got the signal to follow... he just jump down after them. As he was about to crashland into the floor, he simply activated his jetpack with full acceleration-brake. And with this, he was on the floor next to them as he was just coming off from a staircase. He deactivated the jetpack. "Two minutes. Excellent." he said. "Consider yourself acknowledged."
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Post by Backbeat on Oct 5, 2018 1:51:29 GMT
Backbeat nods at his reptilian ally.
' Unless you got a better plan? Yeah... Let's go beat the scrap out of their king. '
That was when Backbeat heard it... A loud explosion. A block or so away, the sound of a.. He'd say, maybe riot cannon? Nah... too big. Motioning for his newfound freind to follow, Backbeat bolted out of his cover and slid as he rounded the corner into a set of freshly "open-concepted" buildings. A decepticon trooper who had avoided the cannon's last volley getting off a surprised, "Wha-" before a point blank blast Backbeat's shotgun sent most of him flying into a pile of garbage. Backbeat took cover behind a near by wall. Popping his head out of cover quickly to scan the room for danger. Through the holes in the ceiling, he can see the invading con forces.
' Now to see how I can foul up their little plan... '
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