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Post by Baku on Oct 5, 2018 22:45:23 GMT
Kiyu nodded to Backbeat before scampering off, using his speed and low profile to his advantage as he did his best to keep to shadows and tighter lanes of entry that most wouldn't get through. When the explosion went off, he peaked his head over a small wall to see where it came from. The remnants of the warp cannon made him grunt a little. If there was the possibility of survivors up there, he had to get them out of there ASAP. Looking about quickly for his best route up, he plotted it and stuck to the shadows of the fortress walls before clambering his way up, ensuring that he wasn't seen before coming into the hallway that he saw another form in, the remnants of the warp cannon burning above. Decepticon or gang member? What the femme he locked optics on would do next would be his answer, as in his reptilian mode, he looked nothing close to any troopers above or below.
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Post by Corvid on Oct 6, 2018 20:42:55 GMT
“Two minutes?” she criticized in a hushed tone. His internal chronometer must be off. That wasn’t any more than thirty seconds. “Whatever,” Glidefeint tried dismissing the relevance of her thoughts, approaching the stairs. “Beginning descent.” If two minutes is enough to impress him… She was still hung up on it, letting her mind stew as her temper quietly boiled.
Her partner hid her resentment for Osprey much better. He couldn’t even tell by looking at her that Nullgust held anything against him. She did, though.
Beginning down the many flights they’d have to go to reach the brotherhood’s leader, Glidefeint led, Nullgust right behind her. They were counting on Osprey to make good on his promise to keep the heat off of them; the leader was their target. Everyone in their way was Osprey’s.
The one successful sniper knew they’d been there long enough, and had already begun preparing to move locations ahead of the warp cannon’s last hurrah. From the outside, it would have looked like the Decepticon had been caught in the building’s explosion when it went. No one was likely to be watching as a Decepticon jet blasted out of the debris from the building itself, trailing clouds of dust from its wingtips. While he escaped, however, another sniper positioned on the lower level of a building’s ruins next to it shouted as he was quickly buried, his cries muffled by the clamor of the battle below.
As the dusty jet rejoined the back lines of the main group, the front was moving forward, rallying at their newfound opening: the detonation of the warp cannon. A line of Decepticons advanced in small groups, still wary of being caught clustered too close together even with the advantage of their now-safer approach. Barring any further obstructions to their path, they’d be focusing their attention on cracking the gates open soon enough.
The Initial Response Team leader’s confidence was at an all time high. His group had made a better drop than the other half of the infiltration group. Closer to the reported position of the Demora Brotherhood’s leader, and they’d already made more progress than the two seekers and triple changer. Flanking his sides were his two accompanying fellow fliers, and on the ground at their feet six dead Demora Brotherhood members. Directly before them, the door to the room Highwire had identified as their leader’s lair. He looked to his two subordinates. He gave the first a nod, and then the second.
Together, the three stepped forward. The leader kicked the doors open wide, and without further ado, the trio opened fire on the room.
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Post by Genorix on Oct 8, 2018 18:35:09 GMT
Osprey just stood there with his arms crossed in the front. He heard the whisper and glanced with a murderous emotion at her.
"30 seconds, hm? Have no mistake however: My chronometer might be off, but I still see an efficient result when I see one. And such efficient results earn their rewards, such as this..." from Osprey's subspace a Decepticon Hunter appeared, but it was a unique one in one way: instead of yellow, there were black on it. " You might, and I see it: You two find me annoying and arrogant. Let myself make clear then. I am not. Noone is perfect, but Megatron. One cannot be careful enough when there's a treacherous brother behind to extinguish your vision to the world around and then.. your very spark. This very weapon is were taken from his comatose husk. However I know he's not one with the Allspark. So I make my offer of unification towards you two: We shall stand as one and there'll be no obstacled in the way."
The Hunter went back to his subspace and he gave a small glance towards the femmes. If the offer on full teamwork and cooperation means nothing to them, he wont care about it. With or without them, the mission will be completed. Only his qualities can ensure the survival: swiftness, precision, efficiency, effectiveness and being the merciless deathbringer in each and every battle. That is the key to his so far survival. Back then, now and forever.
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Post by sarune on Oct 10, 2018 23:38:42 GMT
Her vision only now returning, Fallout was lucky to find the area still lacking enemy combatants. A small reprieve which was surely needed as she slumped against the battered heap of an old truck still hooked up to the peppered remains of its trailer. One of the many pieces of scrap nearby, although at least in this case one that would provide some cover from anyone who came through the standard routes. Not that it would provide much help if more than a few came through as she was forced to divert her attention to the still leaking wound in her shoulder.
Created from what appeared to be a ballistic round, the damage to her shoulder armour was grisly, with much of the first layer entirely shredded it was hard to tell what was hers and what had been shrapnel from the bullet. A nasty projectile with at least one 'illegal' mod which had left the fragmented pieces to continue shifting around as they projected minute waves of force against anything nearby, causing them to scrape and move as everytime Fallout's energon lines where sealed the shards moved and ripped a new opening. Even with such small pieces and a truly tiny amount of force though, the truth was given time such a round would bleed her dry.
It was with that in mind, Fallout dedicated herself solely to remove the remains of her wound as she was forced to transform her other arms servo into what could only be described as an interesting mix between tweezers and clamps. With that in mind, she was hardly a professional, a fact she promised to one day rectify as she shoved her servo in without a second thought as her pain receptors flared. In a moment her world was replaced by fire, painful in a way that no form of combat could truly replicate even as she kept the receptors on just as another way to guide herself to the painful slashing shards. Then just as quickly as the original damage had been caused, it was over, her servo pulling back as her tweezers released a number of shards which she crushed beneath her pede with a vengeance.
A moment later though her head rose again, responding to an explosion that sounded nearby, which only led to her finding the optics of Kiyu. She didn't even think, in less time than it took for her to process a thought, her working servo transformed revealing the energon blaster she'd already used with quick efficiency as the barrel lined up perfectly with the minicons chest. Before she could fire though, her thoughts caught up with her instincts, only barely spotting Backbeat aside the other mech as she twisted the shot away from the duo, only barely hitting the wall beside them instead.
"For Primus sake." She breathed, a throaty laugh coated with disbelief and something unhinged as she leaned back into the truck behind her. "Backbeat what the frag are you doing here?"
Rather than allow him to answer though instead, she waved her gun hand as though to wave towards the chaos on the wall behind her. The motion notably lacking any movement from her other arm which although no longer leaking didn't seem to be of much use either.
"As you can see, we're a little busy at the moment."
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One of the closest things to a personal guard of Quadrack's, R3KT had lived through more fights than many had ever even seen. With that in mind over the years, the mech had acclaimed more than admirable response times, certainly enough that when the Decepticons broke through the upper-level entrances he was already diving to cover. His thirty-five-foot frame launching the remains of the slaughter rings latest victim before, R3KT landed behind a pillar with a mighty thud even as his fellow 'guardsman' landed a few pillars away and with adequate cover from the floor above.
Not that either Demora member was expecting the response team to remain on the floor above as R3KT threw one of his more personalised grenades. Set on a five-second timer from activation, which occurred upon leaving the mech's hand, the Thunderdrum was in the most simple of definitions a flashbang. In more detail, though it was excessive, creating soundwaves that could temporarily shake floors and rattled audio receptors while the chemical explosion blinded the sense of more than a dozen different vision modes. Sometimes even permanently as the 'drum' of the grenade held chemical vials for six triggers in rapid succession.
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Still continuing to the front, the sudden detonation of six explosions behind him caused Quadrack to turn. The distinctive noise of a Thunderdrum, informing him that something had went wrong behind him even as the battle continued ahead.
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A fight which the Demora where slowly losing as one after another member was lost, each creating a greater gap in their defences than the one before them even as the automated defences tore chunks out of any Decepticon foolish enough to step out of cover. Which left more than a few falling to other traps, as a seemingly stray bullet penetrated the ground aside one Decepticon's cover, the entire sidestreet was suddenly set ablaze as the placed I.E.D detonated outright killing that particular con even as it melted and singed those only slightly further away.
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Post by Backbeat on Oct 11, 2018 18:42:03 GMT
Backbeat swings around to face the noise, aiming his shotgun for a quick shot. He pauses, finger moving off the trigger as he recognizes who he's about to blast. He points his shotgun up in the air, before quickly resting it on his shoulder. Waving with his now free hand.
' Well, you know how it is Fallout... I was in the neighborhood. Me and Kiyu both want to make old Fakey-wing's life miserable... So mucking with her assault force seems a good place to start. Besides... I happen to like most of you guys. You pay well and don't ask questions. So the 'cons killing you all offends my personal sensibilities.'
Backbeat moved forward motioning for his reptilian friend to see about securing the area, while he works on repairing the current damsel who was distressingly injured. Backbeat tosses Kiyu his shotgun, allowing Backbeat to pull some tools from sub-space and gets to work. It was a patch job at best...
' Eh... Besides, Fakey-wing double crossed me. It was a whole thing... But yeah, until further notice... I'm not taking jobs from them. '
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Post by Baku on Oct 13, 2018 21:30:02 GMT
Kiyu nodded when he was tossed the shotgun, transforming into his equally small robot mode. Though well-armored for a tiny bot, he had a bit of trouble lifting the gun that was probably larger than he was. Shifting it in his grasp so that it was under-handed, he grunted as he took aim with the weapon. Once in position, he tried firing the shotgun at one of the Decepticons that tried to penetrate the position he was defending for Backbeat and Fallout, only to be blasted back a bit by the kick of the weapon after it discharged.
"Scrapper- Need to get more stability..." He grunted as he repositioned, resting the gun on a blown out wall as he readied it for any more Decepticons that were scouting the area.
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Post by Corvid on Oct 19, 2018 1:56:03 GMT
Neither of the seekers cared to answer Osprey’s tawdry speech. They moved on, continuing with the mission without feeling the need to give showy displays of camaraderie. Such grandiose statements didn’t hold their interest. The next several floors they descended in silence, ignoring Osprey as they cleared rooms of the few brotherhood members remaining in the building. So far, no sign of the Demora’s leader.
When not Quadrack, but R3KT awaited the team leader, he cursed their luck. He and the two fliers, still poised to strike, laid down suppression fire as they all back-dashed out of the room. Five seconds was too long, and by the time the grenade R3KT had thrown went off, the three Decepticons were already out of eyeshot.
Once the sound of the thunderdrum had dissipated: “Quadrack’s moved!” the team leader announced over the comms to Osprey and the two seekers. With the element of surprise gone, there was no reason to remain comm-silent anymore.
“Airfoil, sir,” one of his fliers said, “what do we do now?”
The Initial Response Team’s leader considered the question only a moment before he began barking his orders to everyone over comms.
“Quadrack’s a bust! Osprey, you and the nega-seekers stay where you are. We’ll rendezvous on your position, and clear the back-lines together to work our way forward and converge with the main force.”
They were clearing out Demora member after Demora member, and now the neutral band’s numbers were dwindling fast. Even with the mass casualties the Decepticons had experienced because of their brutal, unrelenting advance, their force only seemed meagerly inconvenienced. As the front gate of the pavilion fell, it seemed the Decepticon numbers would make all the difference. It had been a losing battle for the Demora Brotherhood from the start. Now, all the Decepticons had to do was pick off the stragglers. Even as they advanced beyond the gate, one found themselves with a face-full of flak from a neutral’s shotgun. Then, another. And another. One after one- four, then finally five in total- Decepticons found themselves victim to Kiyu as he defended the neutral Backbeat, aiding an injured Demora Brotherhood member, Fallout. For now their position held, but soon they’d have to move, or risk being overrun by the Initial Response Team’s advance.
Meanwhile, the nega-seekers, Glidefeint and Nullgust, had obediently stopped. Heeding Airfoil’s instructions regardless of Osprey, they mentally mapped out their leader’s approximate location, and held their position from any approaching Demora members. After only a couple of minutes of searching, the two groups found one another.
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Post by Genorix on Oct 26, 2018 16:09:48 GMT
Getting no answer, Osprey gave a barely noticeable smile. The femmes were too stupid to accept such an obvious teamwork offer further than the mission or they think fighting with someone elses is a stepdown. For now, he decided to observe them but didnt said anything about. He walked onward, then his comm beeped one. he touched his helm with one finger and copied the news.
"As he's no longer at the original post, its better if we split up." however as he was just about to go, another comm. "Understood."
Now, ordered to stay in one position, he rests a bit. He said no more words towards the femmes, not even when they find anothe group.
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Post by sarune on Oct 28, 2018 22:44:40 GMT
The Demora Brotherhood was crumbling, with nowhere to go and the Decepticons originally outnumbering them two to one there had been little chance of a victory. Only their favoured battlefield had allowed any possibility, as the traps and fortifications provided some resistance culling the enemies numbers by a dramatic amount. Even then, the tide of battle seemed unchangeable now as a once fifty strong force had been cut away piece by piece until less than twenty men functioned, an insignificant number when their primary defences had been breached and the force over double their number was now pushing through the openings in the once grand wall. For every section that seemed defended another was infiltrated allowing the enemy to flank and leaving the wall itself exposed from too many directions.
By now more than a few of the smarter mechs where pulling back, acknowledging their loss for what it was as they headed back towards the mall and where forced to cross the empty plane of a courtyard, a killzone if not for the attention the Decepticons had on the wall instead. Among that group, Reck was perhaps one of the luckiest of all as he ran across the courtyard, a bullet skimmed past where his leg had been only moments ago before he slid back into cover, a newly formed crater just large enough to shield a mechs frame from afar.
"Oh I'm just having a nap, it'll be okay, nothing to worry about. Quadrack isn't even outside, I'd hear him coming from a mile away. What could go wrong, just a little recharge won't cause any problems..." He muttered, his patience gone after the rough awakening that had been a grenade exploding only a few feet away with only the cover of his guard post saving him. A lucky scenario that had apparently occurred more than once if the mech's current, largely unscratched appearance was considered as he rose out of cover, firing back a shot that seemed to end with the sharp retort of a projectile punching through armour at ridiculous speeds.
Not that, Reck was paying much attention to that particular sound as he launched himself through the entrance of the mall. "One bloody day. Just one bloody nap, without the world going to scrap. Is that too much to ask?"
Midgets should not wield shotguns the same size as them. Case in point, midgit gaining temporary flight with the power of shotgun. Counter-point, midget was surprisingly lethal with a lended shotgun, although it seemed to be killing more Decepticons with a fault in their logic sensors than any concept of aiming.
Fallout wasn't sure if that was a sign of her own faulty logic-sensors or just the arrival of Backbeat. At this point, she figured why not both. It certainly explained why all this scrap had to be happening now just when her shift looked close to finishing. Then at least she would have been outside, far, far away and probably lounging in somewhere a little more classy than Scraplet avenue and Castless catacombs. Such was clearly not the case though as she was forced to bat, Backbeat's hands away from the wounds on her shoulder, an action that created more than just a slight grimace as her optics blinked involuntarily.
"We need to move, Cons will be here any second now and little brick won't stop them all."
Forcing herself to rise, Fallout then glanced towards where more than one con seemed to have been slayed by a clearly not pacifist minibot. If she took that in mind and happened to stay away from the barrel of that gun, well nobody would be rude enough to mention that.
"Come on, Boomstick, Backbeat. I'm in the mood for some payback and my arm isn't anywhere bad enough to stop that."
Then with that, Fallout left the cover of their little maze only to find herself face to face with a con who suddenly found his processor noticeably lighter before he fell to the ground. Instead of heading to the wall, however, Fallout headed in the other direction.
"Let's make sure there's not going to be any cowards around to shoot us after we deal with this clusterfrag. I have a few snipers to repay."
Whatever damage, R3KT's Thunderdrum created the mech who threw the weapon never actually saw the result as he and his ally pushed back. A rearguard for Quadrack and his forces rather than an entirely separate group, it wasn't long before they began retreating even as one of them always kept an optic on their rear ensuring none of the enemies they'd spotted had an easy kill. Not an easy task when they were also moving at speed, cutting down the distance between them and their leader as they passed by other Demora on the way until they were leading a group of five. One which was more than prepared for the Decepticons behind them as they set up, their forces holding up in the remains of once populated stores, ready to use the cover such locations provided. Certainly more than the only chokehold that was the straight route between the fighting ring and the front entrance where the Demora's main forces had been pushed back to.
Anger was his ally, a constant presence that simmered within his frame even in the brightest of days. Far gone now, compared to the disappointment of current times that left rage in his spark. For what else could a mech possess for such days, when he'd once led armies and ravaged worlds, a conquerer eradicating the scum that would dare waste the resources of their grand race. Now he possessed so little, a processor ravaged by time and a spark shackled to a body that seemed mighty to these children but was an insult, to his former form. His Brotherhood, were not even worthy of the name of a legion, named only after the scrap they had been built upon.
Still they were his, a fragment of former glory shaped and twisted but still something of his. So he would defend them, just as he would destroy those who would face him in his domain.
It was with his arrival, the battle shifted, at least for a moment.
Arriving at the entrance, his forces pilled both dead and alive held the point, upon which he passed his footsteps a drum of battle reawakened.
Quadrack raised The Crucible. A warhammer unlike any other, it burned the thermo-energon not sizzling but rather igniting in a scream of fire and judgement that blinded all of those in sight. From the pit of its head, a burning eye formed intense even in a wall of flames.
Quadrack slammed The Crucible down. A weapon unlike any other, from its eye a beam fired greater than any warp cannon.
THE WALL BURNED.
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Post by Backbeat on Oct 29, 2018 3:16:59 GMT
Backbeat nods at Fallout, very much in agreement that getting shot was bad. He quickly gathered his medical supplied back into their box and would quickly follow her.
' You know what... A little payback's just what the doctor ordered. '
Backbeat dashed out of cover with Fallout, using the medical kit in his hands to delver a heap of blunt force trauma to an unfortunate Decepticon who turned the wrong corner. The force opening the kit and spilling it's contents into the air, along with the con's rifle. Backbeat grabbed the rifle midair and spun around as he ran, ventilating the trooper's chest with laser fire, before resuming his mad dash.
' We got an exit plan right?! '
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Post by Baku on Oct 30, 2018 0:12:25 GMT
Grunting as he got out from his post in the ruins and followed, Kiyu transformed back into his reptilian form, running with the shotgun held between his jaws. Little brick? Boomstick? He'd heard worse, better than being called a midget, because when compared to other races around the cosmos, he was actually fairly average in stature. It was them who were the giants...
"You guys have a plan, right?" Kiyu asked the duo through secured comms since he had his mouth full, his tongue on the trigger as an in-case.
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Post by Corvid on Oct 31, 2018 4:44:05 GMT
Once reunited, Airfoil didn't waste any time. He led the group with purpose.
"Osprey, you'll take the front as we go to the front gate. We'll intercept any of the Demora forces retreating from-" Before he could finish, Quadrack announced his arrival with a blaze so bright, it was impossible not to notice. Airfoil, the two fliers with him, and the seekers all flinched when the fire lit up the room, and the impact of Quadrack's war hammer shattered the exterior windows of the upper floor where they were. Eyes trained on the source of the devastation, Airfoil had a look of newfound determination in his tired eyes.
The wall burned, and the Decepticons fell.
The initial blast of Quadrack’s almighty weapon scattered scraps of what had once been two Decepticons unfortunate enough to have been within arm’s reach of that portion of the wall. Two others nearby were made prone as debris showered them, and a third fell from the force of the blast. Several of the Decepticons who’d been traveling through gaps in the Demora’s defense were engulfed in the ensuing flames. Most emerged with little more damage than scorched armor, though some lingered, leaving their metal red hot. Those few stumbled to fall to their knees, onto their back, or else found something to brace themselves on as they stopped to let their bodies cool from the intense heat. Quadrack’s attack hadn’t killed many, but it had clearly made an impact as the Decepticon advance stalled for a time while the initial response team’s vanguard recomposed themselves.
"New plan," Airfoil began, transforming, and blasting out of the room through newly-shattered windows. Hastily, his accompaniment of fliers transformed and followed him. But Airfoil already had a noticeable lead. "We're ending this now. I'm taking Quadrack," he insisted staunchly over comms.
"No, you fool-" Glidefeint began, reaching out toward the team's leader. She had only made a single step before a hand gripped around her shoulder stopped her from joining the trio.
"Let him go," Nullgust said.
Glidefeint stared back at her fellow seeker in confusion at first, before finding something in Nullgust's gaze she understood. Her gaze hardened indignantly, and she relaxed her stance as she gave up the thought of pursuing altogether.
"Fine, whatever. If he wants do get himself early admission to the Afterspark, that's on him. It's his funeral."
Even as the wall continued burning, the Decepticons forced their way past it. Troops from the response team were pushing through crumbling breaches lit afire by Quadrack. With some of the remaining Demora forces already on the retreat, the few that remained found themselves receiving focus fire from the now-overwhelming Decepticon forces.
Behind the wall, the sound of engines was barely audible over the roar of the flames. A few fliers from the Decepticon ranks had taken to the skies, the anti air firepower of the Demora Brotherhood's traps no longer a concern. While the ground troops pinned the remaining Demora forces down, the fliers jetted over the wall, unleashing a hail of laser fire on the only target not seeking cover: Quadrack. In the middle of the courtyard, the Demora leader was exposed to the entirety of the attack's firepower. Each of the small group of fliers veered away, making wide turns, and leveling out precisely to fit the space between the mall's tall walls and the level's ceiling before disappearing from sight of the courtyard.
Fallout, Kiyu, and Backbeat were safe from the aerial bombardment. Now, though, a group of four Decepticons from different locations began to focus them down. A shot narrowly missed Backbeat, landing at his feet. Another whistled by Kiyu's head. None of the four Decepticons were fully visible, all hidden at least partially behind cover as they laid down fire on the group. They had passed the point of going unnoticed.
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Post by sarune on Nov 9, 2018 18:22:19 GMT
The Crucible's mark upon the wall remained, a growing blaze that consumed anything which attempted to remain within the structures former safety. In the process forcing more than one Decepticon out, as the fire grew with such ferocity that metal melted and warped under the heat. Which left no one nearby safe as the members of the Demora Brotherhood at the entrance of the mall where allowed to begin picking off targets that had been pushing their way through. The defender's weapons quickly drowned the courtyard in blasterfire, as those unlucky enough not to find cover in the rubble were destroyed without mercy.
Only Quadrack remained unharmed, a pillar of strength surrounded by chaos from all sides, his weapon still raised, he watched the sudden counter-attack with amusement, as the opportunists of the Demora took their chance to eliminate every threat to their own within sight.
Such an assault though did not go unanswered for long, as the remaining Decepticons pushed back, breaching through the burning wall with an urgency that spoke of the blazes danger. Soon there was a force ready and able to push the Demora back again, as they returned fire slaughtering one after another in a terrifying display of efficiency which had a few of the Demora routing.
Stuck in the courtyard, alone and without support, Quadrack laughed.
Charging towards the enemy lines, a hail of bullets battered against his right shoulder denting but never piercing the heavy armour before he reached the perpetrator, a mech who soon found his chestplate collapsed inwards with a brutal overhanded strike of The Crucible. Then there was little time to think, as the Decepticons where given a chance to take him from multiple sides, Quadrack wrenched The Crucible out of the first victim's chest cavity with such force the corpse was flung into another knocking them down for a moment as he slammed into another, shattering the con with a shoulder charge that smashed them into a piece of head-height cover that had once been part of the wall.
It was as he brought down his hammer to crush the skull of the mech, caught under the first, however, that things changed. Unaware of the incoming aerial forces, the only warning Quadrack got was one Demora screaming before the first barrage connected. In seconds it pierced through multiple layers of armour, with one lucky burst punching the full way through although not to any vitals as Quadrack released a silent scream of pain as he fell to one knee. The second burst was worst tearing past his defences in a way that left his armour riddled with holes, although it miraculously missed anything that would lead to an instant death, a blessing for the lone warrior as The Crucible howled, creating a bubble of thermo-energon that halted the follow up strikes and left his form concealed behind an orange globe.
For many the sight of their leader caught under fire was the final nail, as they ran away, breaking their forces in half as the rest screamed in rage and fired back with a vengeance that consumed more than one of the fliers unlucky enough to be caught by the hail of return fire.
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Annoyed beyond a doubt now as another shot flew by her, Fallout was quick to fall into cover, narrowly avoiding her death as one shot skimmed her helm leaving a tiny divot on the very top which thankfully was too high to drip any energon into her line of sight. A fact one Decepticon was quick to regret as she temporarily popped her head out, to fire at a con behind cover, his form hidden behind scrap metal and rubble, he clearly didn't expect the shot that burst through his position, peltering him with shrapnel even as the pistol round caught him in the chest, sending him to the ground although not killing him instantly.
"A plan might be a bit optimistic, let's go for a goal. Killing the snipers and getting out of this clusterfrag sounds like a good goal."
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Post by Backbeat on Nov 12, 2018 9:53:55 GMT
Backbeat jumps back in panic as the shot ring out in front of him.
' GAH! Sniper. Sniper! SNIPER! '
He dives quickly behind cover in a mad sprint. Panting as he slams behind the wall. He opens a subspace rift to pull out what appeared to be a large and boxy pistol. He notices his compatriots also making for cover and sighs relief.
' This an escape route planned or a figure it out kind of thing? Cause I wouldn't mind the former over the latter right now. '
He sighs to himself... He wanted adventure, and now he got it...
' Besides... We should get while the getting's good! We've be fortunate not to attract the attention of who ever's running this party. '
He quickly pops out of cover, taking aim and firing the boxy pistol. Out of it's front fly a spray of missiles, about six in total and designed to obliterate cover. If these didn't outright take out the sniper, it would ruin his cover. Backbeat pops back into cover and reloads.
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Post by Baku on Nov 12, 2018 15:07:10 GMT
Snarling a little as he got behind cover, he quickly transformed while prone, propping the shotgun up as he heard the sniper rounds whizzing around the area. "Sons of glitches- Fragging hate snipers..." Kiyu mutters to himself as he waits patiently for a reload.
Based on the tracer trails from some of the shots, he knew where at least one of them was. Backbeat's shotgun was not an option, only good for close or medium range unless it had another form he didn't know about. Shifting his arm into an electro-bolter, he quickly popped up from cover and fired a few slings where he'd estimated one of the snipers was before ducking back behind cover, checking his surroundings for some possible weapons or ordinance that might be of use for their escape.
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