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Post by Backbeat on Jan 8, 2019 7:07:46 GMT
Backbeat fired his shotgun into the darkness, aiming towards the noises he heard. The explosive rounds illuminating the figures in the darkness. Backbeat looks down at his two friends. He tossed the empty shotgun aside and snapped his fingers.
' Backbeat! Transform! '
Parts moved and shifted as he assumed his missile truck configuration. The top of his vehicle mode sporting a large missile battery. The missile pod swivels around, taking aim behind them. The truck revs it's engine.
' Alright, pile on. '
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Post by sarune on Jan 8, 2019 15:38:31 GMT
Hidden behind the wall of light, over thirty drones each the size of a Cybertronian's helm had been progressing forward at a rapid pace, yet nowhere near their maximum speed as they gradually neared closer to the blinding wall. That all changed however when the recognisable sound of a shotgun blasted against one of the steel walls, triggering the sensors within and warning the maintenance hive of structural damage. As well as the cause, as from the ceiling a small camera peeked out from above, catching sight of Backbeat throwing the weapon that had been used.
It was a mistake he would likely regret if he lived to do so.
In an instant, the sights from the camera were transmitted across the labyrinth to ever maintenance bot on the planet, showing from their angle the sabotage of their eons worth of work and effort. Their rage came shortly afterwards, projected from the cloud of drones behind the trio, it sped up traversing the distance between them in moments as the circular floating drones, lowered appendages filled with welding guns and revving buzzsaws. Behind them the true horde began to amass, hidden from sight but numbering in thousands as a black sea of vengeance rushed through the corridors, only minutes away from Backbeat.
It was the first group then that came more as a distraction as the cloud neared within meters of the group, a few of the faster ones flew ahead of the rest screeching at Kiyu with blades of death aiming to dissect him piece from piece, while three of the others went for the front of Backbeat's alternative mode intent on blocking his vision.
While ahead of them, a wall of light stopped, preventing passage unless they were willing to risk moving past the possible death rays. Which seemed to be the only option except for a large side door, which was currently locked but could possibly be blown apart or hacked open.
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Post by Baku on Jan 8, 2019 23:40:31 GMT
Hauling Fallout's unconscious form onto Backbeat's... Back end, Kiyu looked around quickly before pulling out his electro-bolter, firing a few slings at the drones that were coming his way before ducking if they flew past him, his lighter form standing over Fallout to defend her and Backbeat before noticing the door near them. "Hey, blow out that that door! That's our only way out!"
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 11, 2019 18:55:03 GMT
Backbeat's turret opens fire, a rain of missiles smashing through the closest drones, as he accelerates towards the large door. He swivels his turret and fires another blast at the doors Kiyu found creating a large hole in the metal barrier. He accelerates to drive thru it, swiveling his turret back to lay down suppressing fire on the incoming drones.
' Please let this be our way out... '
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Post by sarune on Jan 20, 2019 1:22:05 GMT
Now so close to the group and their transport, many of the explosives connected with the drones at near point-blank range, ripping through the cloud as waves of force and shrapnel combined in a deadly barrage that quickly decimated much of the first wave. Though not without cost, with the group so close to the drone wave it was almost assured the missiles blast had sent at least some of the pieces back at Backbeat and his team. For now, at least, it had left the horde to little more than a handful of flyers, a nuisance for most although still dangerous as sinister blades tried to decapitate Kiyu with a whirling buzzsaw as they followed them into the new room.
In the background, the once nearing second wave seemed to slow down, still coming closer every moment but now no longer with the same frantic pace.
If the currently awake duo where to look around though the reason why would perhaps become obvious. As every space in the room not occupied by the single long walkway in the centre of the room they'd landed upon by chance was overtaken by shelves upon shelves of deactive droids. Each twenty foot or taller, their humanoid frames remained slouched, head lowered and tucked against their chest. Over a thousand droids surrounded them, each silent without a glow of life in their optics, leaving only the light red glow of a signal above their containers to illuminated the room that should have been bathed in darkness. Instead, it was shrouded in shadows and a red tint only broken by the glow of the hole they'd arrived from as no way out revealed itself.
The swarm neared closer.
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Post by Baku on Jan 20, 2019 15:39:13 GMT
Shielding his optics from the shrapnel that had been thrown out, Kiyu barely had any time to see the drone sawing its way through the air toward him. Luck seemed to be on his side, as he ducked and just narrowly avoided the buzzsaw that cut through the horns of his helmet. Growling more as he pulled his bolter back, he fired off a few more rounds before they entered the corridor. Once they entered, he saw the hesitation of the smaller drone waves as he got out a small sword blade and tried to cut at any fliers that got close.
Taking the times he struck to look around, his optics grew wide as he commed through to Backbeat. "Hold your fire, we've got larger droids on either side of us... Don't want to see those things awake. I'll take care of the smaller waves, just keep an optic on the road and another on the larger swarm behind us..."
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 21, 2019 8:46:51 GMT
Backbeat drives thru the rows as carefully as he can. His mood has not improved from the last room full of killer robots. His passangers worry making it damn hard to not panic...
' Out of one room full of deadly robots... Into another... Just my luck. '
He continues on, hoping to get out of this room before the sleepers wake.
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Post by sarune on Jan 24, 2019 23:05:07 GMT
No longer possessing the numbers to efficiently threaten the intruders, the drones pulled back upon witnessing the trio enter the new doorway. Their own desires to eliminate the trespassers conflicting with the knowledge they could do very little by themselves. It was of little comfort that the room their opposition had found themselves within was easily more dangerous than their own futile efforts. Which although reassuring in the fact the threat would likely be dealt with soon, was also grating with the knowledge despite their existence as one of the maintenance levels defensive tools they had proved inefficient for the task.
So rather than devel further after their targets, they hovered around the edge of the blown doorway, their buzzing almost eager in the silence.
Only interrupted by the movement of Backbeat, as his vehicle mode travelled deeper into the room, soon passing row upon row of deactive droids even as no clear end appeared in sight. The stillness around him rarely changing as once in a while a metallic appendage would move across the rows replacing parts and repairing the few humanoid chassis which had received minor damage. Though such devices only worked around the edges of the room, as the path Backbeat drove by revealed only the most capable and functional of the droids.
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Post by Baku on Jan 25, 2019 1:29:14 GMT
Exventing quietly, he relaxed when the smaller drones stopped following. Moving to sit next to the stasis-locked Fallout, he crouched down into a meditative pose, his optics closing as his audials and internal senses heightened to observe the area around them. Activating his comm line with Backbeat again, he ensured only Backbeat would hear as to not disturb the figures being repaired.
"Just keep driving and we shall be alright... These drones are in stasis mode for repairs. There should be an end to this tunnel, as whoever maintains the maintainers has to have an entrance and exit..." Kiyu calmly told Backbeat over the comms.
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 26, 2019 9:00:30 GMT
Backbeat continues to drive forward, not wanting to linger...
' Don't have to tell me twice... I'm getting the creeps from this place. '
He comms back, adding.
' So what's the plan after we get out of here? Cause the 'cons tend to frown on survivors... '
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Post by The Legion on Feb 4, 2019 17:34:15 GMT
The rest of the journey through the repair centre was uneventful, as they stayed to the path, their decision to communicate only through comms prevented the recovering droids from reactivating at the sound of an intruder. Though things could have surely turned out differently after Backbeat had blown a hole into the room, for now, luck was on their side. It would not last however if they decided to linger, although neither mech seemed intent to do so as they came to the other side of the room, it led into a corridor much like the one they'd left. Only lacking the killer swarm and the walls of death which were thankfully not in the way of them and the closest elevator, which was only meters away and clearly active as it began going down floors, heading to their location.
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Post by Baku on Feb 5, 2019 0:33:59 GMT
"Thank Primus... Looks like our decent luck has been restored." Kiyu spoke through the comms before looking over Fallout, ensuring her vitals hadn't flatlined on the slow journey through the repair area before looking to the elevator.
"I've got somebody I trust further up, we just need to get there..." He looked around the area from his perch on the back of the missile truck, wondering if there could be some sort of cloth or covering lying around that they could use to conceal the fact they had an injured Demora member with them.
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Post by Backbeat on Feb 6, 2019 6:08:59 GMT
Backbeat arrives at the elevator and transforms. Noticing the descending elevator he pauses. Looking down at his reptilian ally.
' Did you call the elevator? '
He opens a small subspace rift in front of him, sticking his hand in and pulling out a energon blaster.
' Cause I sure as hell didn't... '
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Post by sarune on Feb 8, 2019 23:05:29 GMT
From behind them, there was a bang of metal clanging against metal, followed by another just as loud that was overwhelmed by multiple clangs as more and more combined to make one constant sound. Each thundering in the corridor they barely hid the sound of stomping, which by itself was loud enough to shroud the bleep of the nearing elevator passing each level on its way down. Until finally it reached its destination coming to a stop with a chime that almost seemed to disrupt the chorus of sound. Before the doors opened with a heavy sound of ancient metal pulling apart as it dragged itself back into the slots of the entrance-way.
In turn, revealing the guardian.
At eighty foot tall, the mech that stood in their way was block-like with sturdy limbs that could be more accurately compared to gigantic columns linked to a single core. Upon which a proportionately large helm laid, neck plating covering it's vulnerable points, as it stared through an opaque visor. Though it did little to hinder the feel of its glare as the mighty droid raised one arm, revealing the charging plasma cannon that it seemed reluctant to use, as it stretched for something behind it's back before unsheathing an enormous two-handed battleaxe.
"You shall not pass."
Then brought it down, thermo-energon shrieking as tons of force tried to bisect Backbeat in half for the simple crime of being larger than his accomplice.
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Post by Baku on Feb 9, 2019 1:48:34 GMT
When Backbeat stopped and transformed, Kiyu had to stop from being crushed under their unconcious companion's weight, using the momentum from their fall to push her off to the side, away from the light of the elevator as a tentative reflex. Elevators don't move on their own, he knew that much...
As the elevator made its way down, Kiyu stood himself at the ready with his small sword in hand. "Trust me, if I did, I would have let you know..."
That was before the hulking mass of a robot was revealed. His optics widened as he instantly went to move, ducking to the side of the direction the axe-blow came from on instinct and reflex. In that split-second, he prayed to Primus that Backbeat had moved in time...
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