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| - Transformers 2005 - Monday, August 26, 2002, 5:34 PM The Warrens Ratty little buildings turn this area of Cybertron into a maze of steel and iron. Shadows lie everywhere, large enough to hide whole armies.The smell of fear and death lies heavily in this area, Autobots rarely come to this area, for violence often occurs as Transformers attempt to subsist on what they can find or take. Contents: Exterminatius Cutthroat's Hut Look-Out Spire Seawing arrives from the Old Cybertron Highway to the east. Seawing has arrived. Snaptrap arrives from the Old Cybertron Highway to the east. Snaptrap has arrived. Tentakil arrives from the Old Cybertron Highway to the east. Tentakil has arrived. Snaptrap moves west to the Istoral Chasm. Snaptrap has left. Tentakil moves west to the Istoral Chasm. Tentakil has left. Decepticon Shuttle has arrived. Skalor arrives from the Old Cybertron Highway to the east. Skalor has arrived. Skalor moves west to the Istoral Chasm. Skalor has left. Exterminatius, his Sharkticon hordes, and a few friends watch the shuttle descend in their vicinity. His body twists to speak to the others, "They have done well to calculate the crash location. The lost slaves are ours for the retaking." Nautilator turns on his radio. Seawing shifts along his shoulder mounted high behind the tentacle guy and the many many primative cons. "Quite so. Our revenge shall be even more victorious with there /current/ success." Seawing turns on his radio. Nautilator walks over to Seawing and pulls out his Triple Crusher Cannon from subspace "Indeed Seawing. We are going to make them pay severely for what they did to /US/." Exterminatius turns on its radio. Voidcraft [Arachnae] descends from the Sky above Old Cybertron Highway above. Voidcraft [Arachnae] has arrived. Voidcraft [Arachnae] glides into the area. Space Fighter [Cyclonus] descends from the Sky above Old Cybertron Highway above. Space Fighter [Cyclonus] has arrived. Space Fighter [Cyclonus] rockets into the the area. Galvatron has arrived. Galvatron stalks into the room. Decepticon Shuttle has arrived. Nova has arrived. Compile has arrived. Exterminatius waves a tentacle towards the approaching shuttle. "Give them no quarter, no chance to react. As soon as it impacts within the ground, unleash your fury my pets!" He says this mostly to his Sharkticons, but to his other pets as well. Rumble has arrived. Hack has arrived. Space Fighter [Cyclonus] rockets into the the area. Scrapper has arrived. Scrapper stomps into view Voidcraft [Arachnae] is a fiery streak heralding the shuttles incoming impact as she strikes the ground, tearing it up and slamming into the planets surface with all the impact that gravity has aided her with. Hack disembarks from the shuttle a bit woozy and walks a little funny as he can't quite get used to walking on solid ground again for the moment. Space Fighter [Cyclonus] comes sweeping in and pops his canopy, allowing the Empror to leap out before he transforms, skimming the ground before righting himself and landing on his feet, already preparing to pull his weapons. He looks around, watching and waiting to plug something for dropping the shuttle he was in charge of escort for. From inside Cyclonus, Galvatron points at the Warrens below, "There is our shuttle! Decepticons, descend at once!" he says, then hops out of Cyclonus. Compile climbs out of the wreckage "I gave her all I could Captain..." he says as he shakes his head and looks around "Oh, we are so dead." he states as he spots the Sharkticons.... Hack just looked at you Seawing rises his laser rifle slowly, his optics squinting in the bright lights of the fire as he raises his weapon but smarter and sharper then that he will let the Sharkticons take care of the work and rip them apart after the conquer. Nautilator fires at the Decepticons with his Triple Crusher Cannon trying to knock down a couple of them. "Surrender former comrades, drop your weapons and prepare to be judged!" The Decepticon shuttle is smoldering and smoking, especially from the engines, which were destroyed by the missiles. Already some of the gumbie pilots and technicians are getting out of the wreckage, which is tilted, ripped and crushed in areas, but the body of the shuttle is mostly intact. Rumble stumbles out of Astrotrain and hovers to the ground, "CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP!" Already his laser pistols are in his hands. "Seawing?! Nautilator?! What the slagging fragging RAGGING 'ell is going on here!?" he demands in his loud voice, "Whatchu' talkin' bout?! We ain't being judged by NOBODY!" He looks to Galvatron and calls out, "Shall we begin the ass-kickings?" Space Fighter [Cyclonus] crouches down onto a knee, and takes aim at Seawing, calling out, "We will do no such thing! Now move so that we may retrieve our injured or become just another name on the list of Conqured." Scrapper emerges from Astrotrain after Rumble, looking about he grumbles in his snooty voice "Just great, seeing galvatron he quuickly saunters over, awaiting the supreme lord to issue the orders Scrapper assumes will come. Cyclonus flips and twists, ending up in his impressive robot mode The shadows covering the Warrens, though it was never known they were pregnant, give birth to a horde of creatures. None so scary by their own, but in their masses the Sharkticons are truly a presence to be feared. All focus upon one simple command. Annihilate. And do these guys love their job. They swarm for the crashed shuttle on all sides, massive maws chomping hungrily as they approach. Compile moves over towards Rumble and smiles "Now this is gonna be fun." and he to ready's his weapons. "Dibs on there laser cores." he says a she cracks his knuckles and begins to mentally count the odds. "Hmm, not good odds." he says to Rumble "But I like those odds." Nova makes her way out of Relentless... Or whats left of her... Nova shakes her head and mumbles softly, "Next time I get the bright idea of asking for a transfer I'll just stick to home." she brushes at a few dents then looks around trying to figure out what exactly just happened. Galvatron lands on the ground next to Rumble and smiles at Seawing, as well as Nautilator, "Rumble, these are Decepticons! They are the SEACONS!" he announces and motions to them, "And although they disappeared for some time, it seems they are back. We'll welcome them with open arms," he says then raises his cannon, "That is, if they explain why they are pointing their weapons at me." Compile looks and chuckles. Astrotrain skims the ground as he drops altitude before Transforming into his robot mode and landing firmly on his feet. The triplechanger has his trusty Ionic Disruptor rifle in his hand by the time the first shots are fire. "How cares if they used to be Decepticons or not? They tried to slag us, now I say we get some payback!" Limbs unfold and body parts shift into place as Astrotrain transforms into his robot mode Rumble stares at the Seacons, and then looks to Galvatron. Why ARE they pointing weapons at their fellow Decepticons? Seacons... you got some 'splainin' to do! Exterminatius emits, "Wayward slaves! The time has come to return to your masters. This world is no longer yours, it is under our domain! Return to us willingly and we shall spare you. Resist your fate and you will be swiftly executed!" Hack looks at all those Sharkticons.... looks at Compile and Rumble... all those Sharkticons.... Hack Uh's as he looks up towards Nova and then back to the shuttle. Hack mutters something to Nova and then montions to the Gumbies getting out of the Shuttle. Hack mutters to Nova, "Uh... Sharkticon... anytime... make... break... it." Compile looks "I am with Astro here. Lets kick there butts and take names." he states as he waits for the word. please, oh please say the word.... Nautilator takes position on Exterminatus's left flank behind a pack of Sharkticons. The Seacon aims his rifle at the Decepticons "Better do as he says because it's not going to be pretty if you resist." Voidcraft [Arachnae] is glad that these nice soft buildings were in her way. The ship remains but another fragment of fallen debris from above while she has to reset her internal systems admist the soft crackling of electrical discharges and engines pinging as they cool. Cyclonus looks up to Galvatron, awaiting the order to fire. They may be the Seacons, but they're obviously playing for the other team now, and they have a legion of Sharkticons to back their plays. Nova draws her rifle, as if it would even do much harm to any of the Sharkticons. Nova then looks to Hack as he mutters something to her, the reactions is a bit delayed, "Good thing we got a medic, We might need one." had Galvatron not been here she would most defiantly have taken Hacks advice to grab a tape and run for it... But because her fearless, Powerful, Mega-Ass kicking leader is here... She decides to remain behind him one hundred percent... Behind... and Back a good distance in case he explodes. She nods to Hack and says very softly, "You go on and move back a bit.. I'll come if it comes to that." Hack raises a finger towards the Quintison and says tenatively "Uh Excuse me... I didn't exactly come from this big factory or whatever you want to call it.... so I'm not exactly one of your runaway slaves and all..." Hack looks at all those nasty Sharkticons and then back to the Quintison and says "So I believe that entitles me to leave and not have to submit to the be a slave or die choice... no?" Seawing just taps his rifle, finger still on the trigger. His dark optics flicker over almost undetected at his prey, yet having no intention to fire any time soon... Exterminatius lashes out with a tentacle towards a Sharkticon near Hack. "#326534. That robot wishes to depart the area. See that it does so through your digestive tract!" Compile looks at Hack "Grow some ballbearings Hack." he says to him "And no one points at my bro and lives you HP Lovecraft reject." and he mutters "If caught pray they don't do Henti Tenticle Sex acts on yea." Hack looks to the Sharkticon with a bit of fear in his eyes and then says "I guess that entitles me to.... RUN LIKE HECK!!!!!!!" With that said fear overtakes Hack and he makes a break for it. Hack begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Scrapper, Cyclonus, Nova, Astrotrain, Galvatron, Voidcraft [Arachnae], Nautilator. Galvatron frowns, "Hack you traitorous fool. All Transformers belong to Cybertron. Act like a Decepticon, or I'll snap your neck like I will snap the neck of these pathetic Seacons. Come back here traitor!" he says and sighs, "Perhaps we can salvage their bodies. Decepticons, destroy all these 'invaders'," he says, rather nonchalantly. Voidcraft [Arachnae] runs through a quick mental checklist: Am I still moving, check yes or no.. Am I still on fire? Check yes or no. CAn I transform? Check yes or no. Plumes of smoke waft up as she gets answers, No, yes and Yes. Transforming slowly, she stands to peer about with all the confusion of somone that got on the wrong bus... The Voidcraft begins to split at unseen seams, the wings pivoting on their articulated points until the slender female form of a Decepticon is revealed, peering around through her visor with curiousity. Rumble aims his weapons at the horde of Sharkticons as they seem to be virtually posed to strike out and rush them all. He remains hovering, just in case that'll actually help against them, "So whaddya say, Galvatron? Should we start blastin'?!" he looks at the sheer numbers on the side of the Quints, "Or... or maybe we should, um, retreat to our base!" Ahhh, Rumble forgets that Adjudicanis said that Imperial Headquarter has already been taken over. Astrotrain has disconnected. Scrapper produces his small, weak laser gun "Decepticons, TO ARMS!" Nova is terrified herself but on the outside you see nothing but a calm cool and collected Femme... Who is now standing only a few feet behind Galvatron and she inches closer even yet, "What are they talking about "This is there planet now" Did they decide to slip in again while we where off world ?" She then peers at Compile and his Hantei sex comment and thinks the tape watches WAY too MUCH human Television. Nautilator looks at Rumble "Foolish Rumble you cannot retreat to the safety of IHQ because all your base are belong to us." Then Nautilator spins and fires at Hack hoping to knock him down so a Sharkticon can grab him. Compile looks and pulls a device from his arm "Lord Galvatron, how good is your aim?" he asks as he tosses a bomb in his hands. "I saw we start this off with a bang. Eh Rumble?" and he throws the armed bomb into the oncoming hordes. He then folds his arms with that transformation sound and looks to Rumble, "Lets cause an Earthquake." and they begins to power up as they move to release there energy into the ground. A Whole Lotta Shaken going on. A pair of Exterminatius' tentacles lash out before him with mild amusement. His heads swivel, revealing his skull-shaped face. "You have heard their decision, my Sharkticons, my pets. Wipe them out. All of them." The Quintesson starts to utter a deep, malevolent laugh. Exterminatius' heads rotate, presenting his lethal termination face. Seawing lets out a slight chuckle at Rumbles rambeling. "The planet it under our complete control." He kicks a Sharkticon in fron of him. "Are you awaiting a welcome party? Destroy them immediately!" it=is Sharkitcons begin to emmerge from every crevice and unleash themselves at the motion of their Quintesson master. Many group up and growl at the Decepticons, snapping their jaws and as the Decepticons begin to attack, they too begin to advance on the Decepticons. There are imposing, hungry Sharkitcons coming from everywhere! The shuttle collapses under their weight, and they begin to devour it as they EAT their own pathway to the Decepticons! Rumble's optics widen and he doesn't even wait for Galvatron to give the order, "DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!" The little badass himself has finally reached his limit, and even Rumble isn't able to hide his fear behind his macho punkass attitude any longer. He glares at Seawing, "Bah! You could NEVER take out Imperial Headquarters!" He pauses to think, "They've taken out Imperial Headquarters!" he shrieks, firing randomly at the horde of Sharkticons. Not really aiming, he does little good. Galvatron fires a blast from his cannon as he suddenly becomes a bit more serious about the oncoming HORDE, "Attack you fools! I said, attack! They're coming at us. They're ALL coming at us!" he shouts loudly. He fires a blast from his cannon again. THWAP-THOOOOM. Cyclonus's optics flash as he gets the order he's been waiting for. A grim smile crosses his lips as he double checks his aim on Seawing, his sights dead on with the center of mass. He waits to see if they'll back down. But, they won't, and that's obvious. As he's about to fire, he notes the masses of Sharkticons, or more importantly, the range of them in proximity to himself and those close to him. He begins blasting at the closest ones, moving to the next, blasting, moving to the next, blasting. Scrapper does not bother to aim, insteead, knowing his weakness without his 5 brothers and thier merge ability, he starts with the suppression fire!!!!! "Back, fiends!" Albionus arrives from the Cuprahex to the south. Albionus has arrived. Sharkticon Horde has arrived. Albionus drops Sharkticon Horde . Albionus successfully activates a powerful protective forcefield, shielding it from the next attack. Following Albionus's orders with evident eagerness, the Sharkticon horde advances, slavering ferociously. Arachnae's optics flicker eratically as her field of vision clears only to hear the yelling and the screaming.. and the Sharkticons launching themselves at what seems like an easy meal. "Wrong planet? AAAAAAH!!!!!!" She shrieks, leaping upwards as wings strike at the air, kicking out at the masses of nasties that have already surrounded her, "I didnt sign on for this!" Nautilator fires at the smaller Decepticon in order to keep them busy and allow the Sharkticon hordes to overwhelm the bigger Cons. Seawing trurns twoards Nautilator and smirks. "I beleive we shall have our way after they can no longer operate their optics from our Sharkticon pummeling." Being that Seawing can't see too well with the bright light he wants to get some revenge. Compile piledrivers pile into the ground as he shakes things up. "Rock and Roll." he says as he knows the Sharkticons cannot dodge this. He just turns up the power and lets the ground roll and quake. "Rumble, wanna make them dance, then when we are finished, we can kick Hack's aft for running." Hack moves west to the Istoral Chasm. Hack has left. Nova rubs her hands together as Galvatron gives the orders to fire... "Aright my little babies.. Its time to show Mommy what your made of..." she reaches to her belt and pulls off two of the canisters hanging there and primes them... "Hey Tuna Melt.. I got a Present for Yah..." and she hears the beeping incendiary grenade at the Sharkticons.... "From Nova with love." she adds. Albionus arrives on a hovertransport with more Sharkticons. They unload and pour into the battlefield, while the smallish Quintesson hovers over next to his fellows. Rumble lands hesitatingly on the ground and eyes the horde as they approach, "Damnit..." Transforming his hands into piledrivers, he begins pounding on the ground, sending a wave of Sharkticons flying up into the air. However it does little to stop them, as they merely chomp through these that have fallen and continue to advance. Rumble's optics dim as he can't think of a damn thing to stop them. Scrapper sees his suppression fire is useless, instead going to something he knows will be a bit more usefel. Transforming scrapper begins charging the Sharkticons that are in close proximity, using his shovel and mass to, in a word 'constructisize them!' Perish!" Galvatron fires a blast into the mouth of one of the closest Sharkticons, then takes a few steps back, "They're devouring everything...everything in sight...they're not stopping..." he mutters as he backs up, then suddenly reealizes they are behind as well as in front, "Blow them away!" he shouts and fires at another behind him, "Protect yourselves! They are coming from behind as well!" THWAP-THOOOOOM goes Galvatron's cannon. He tries to contemplate a plan of action, "Cyclonus...!" he shouts, looking around for him, "I need a plan of action before we are all devoured," he says, grinding his teeth in anger at those Quintessons. He can...almost...see them over the steams of Sharkticons. Exterminatius's personal Sharkticons move amongst the massive horde set loose upon the planet like a plague of hungry hungry shark Transformers. Not your typical mindless horde creatures, his personal troops operate much like their namesake. Out of the blue they leap from the swarm, targetting unsuspecting Decepticons from the back, from the side, from underneath. For they are indeed not mindless hordes, but practiced and trained killers. Cyclonus utters a quick, yet not too quiet, curse. He calls over his shoulder, "Form a circle. Don't let them get behind us." He begins moving a bit to put his shoulder next to Galvatron's, hoping that the rest of the troops will understand and follow suit, forming a ring so that they have no chance of shooting eachother in the back, or getting shot int he back. Compile just unloads his weapons "Hey Galvy, maybe we cna go get help from the Autobots." and he knows he will get it for that response. He then looks at Rumble and fires a rocket at a Sharkticons "This coming from someone who is not scared of anything." Exterminatius waves a thick tentacle in answer to Galvatron. "The plan of action is simple, robot. Surrender to your Masters. Surrender to the slow fate of consumption at the hands of my hordes. Know that I will prolong your suffering once you have fallen." Arachnae claws and kicks to try and get semi-airborn. One Sharticon tackles her, sending her under a sudden pile of thrashing metal and bodies as she begins to scream curses, some involving a corkscrew, some barbed wire and someones internal thermal regulator. Flashes of electricity insue as she focuses on trying to do one simple thing.. escape. Nova just blinks in shock as the Sharkticon eats the grenades and belches a five foot flame out of its mouth.. and then back fires violently before it comes charging at her... "OOhh wow there .... Don't you be.." she backs up and finds the big Sharkticon jumping on her... Nova fights it trying to hold him off but he seems to be slowly over powering her... Yelling, "Uh... HELP!! Anyone!.... Would be nice...." ok NOW she is going to start panicking. Rumble grunts and abandons his attempt to earthquake the advancing Sharkticons. He flies over to Cyclonus, standing under him as he desperately fires into the mass of Quintessons machinery. Hmmm, a few small lil' dudes and some big dudes as they form a circle to protect each other. Hobbits and Aragorn, anyone? "C'mon, Compile. Get your fat aft over here and help!" Yeah, I know Comp's already helping. Albionus hmms as he watches the carnage. Such a waste of potential test subjects. "They are surprisingly tenacious in the face of certain demise. Irrational." Seawing rubs his chin, becoming slightly bored. He rises his laser pistol twoards Rumble which is only a few dozen Sharkticons away from the eerie Seacon. "This one wouldn't even make a fit meal for one of them. Might as well take him out my self." Suddenly a blast of aquaish energy stings out. Compile is near Galvy thank you. "I am helping. It's hack who isn't." and he fires his rockets them. "I hate these odds. Green Payloader thorws it into reverse, backing into the circle, ready to fling some advancing sharks once more. Galvatron tries to leap from the ground and just simply fly off, but one of the Sharkticons emerges from beneath the ground and latches onto Galvatrons leg. They both crash to the ground, with the large Sharkticon ready to devour Galvatron. The Decepticon leader puts his hands to his jaw to keep it from biting him, then drives a fist through one of its eyes. "GNNNNAAAAAAAAH!" he shouts loudly, his arms spark as his mecha-adrenaline kicks in. He pushes his cannon into the Shark's face and FIRES. THWAP-THOOOOM! It explodes! Galvatron struggles up to his feet. Nautilator aims for Compile and starts blasting with this triple crusher cannon "Surrender former comrades there are better things than being eaten alive by sharkticons." The seacon fires a few more times. Rumble takes a few steps back as Seawing advances on him, "PISS OFF, SKALOR!" he tells Seawing, firing a few laser bolts at him with his twin pistols. Alas, the anguish energy strikes him and the tape falls back heavily, "Ahhhh! You'll PAY for that, Nautilator!" Compile looks and blinks as he moves and runs like Krillin in DBZ does "Not to day Jim." and he runs for Galvatron and jump sto take flight, only to get hit and go flying into Rumble. Exterminatius emits mocking laughter once again at Cyclonus' suggestion. "Units #35843 thru #35943, simply tunnel beneath the robots if they circle up. Look at how the robots cower before you. Were these truly creations of ours? How much we have advanced since they rolled off the assembly line." Seawing randomly fires with pin point accuracy cracking weak yet effective shots of greenish blue energy into his ex-teammates. He does this very nonchalantly but moves in an almost snake like way as he fires each shot and accepts it's recoil. Nova tries to lean her head back as the chomping jaws of a Sharkticon are inches from her face... Using all the power she has she tries to roll or kick the thing off her but it is just too heavy, Grunting heavily, "Man Lay off the high end fuels..." she then growls and looks for anyone around... Rumble maybe or Compile ?... "Little Dude!!.. YO!!... A little help here ?" Galvatron puts a hand to the ground and then wobbles to his feet. He wipes his mouth and grins evilly, "I'm going to crush your head in, Quintesson," he mutters, even though the Sharkticons have by far surrounded his position as well as others nearby, "Cyclonus," he says, tapping his transmittor, "I can't see anything but Sharks...get all survivors to safety...NOW!" he shouts, then raises his cannon, "I'm going to make a bee-line for that Quintesson and KILL him!" he says to no one in particular. But it is apparent to all when he transforms into his massive GALVCANNON and literally blows away a full collumn of Sharkticons with one blast! SUPER-THWAP-THOOOOOM! Galvatron then transforms again and paces forward, over the carnage. More Sharks block his way, but he doesn't seem stiffled in his task at all. Arachnae's screams of defience end with a sudden screach as one final flash of electricity sizzles into the pile of Sharkticons keeping her grounded. But the sounds of metal being ripped continues. Rumble holds his head, which is bleeding considerably. He looks over at Nova, "Uh... yes?" he says incredibly, "Gee, do ya THINK I might need some help against a RAGING HORDE OF UNENDING SHARKTICONS OF DOOM THAT EAT EVERYTHING IN THEIR PATH AND ARE SLAGGING UNSTOPPABLE?!?! WHY NO! I'M JUST /DANDY/!" He pauses and adds in a calm voice, "And in case you couldn't tell, I was being sarcastic." Green Payloader transforms now, falling back as his shark fling is getting tedious "What shall we do!?" Compile gets up after landing near Rumble "THAT HURT!!!!" he says as he looks to Rumble "JUST BRING IT UP IN A COMMITTEE RUMBLE!" he says as he looks and fires on a Sharkticons "LETS GET THE FRAG OUT OF HERE!!!!" Seawing continues his shots with intense boredom. Like shooting cyberducks in a barell, not to mention that they are about to rule the entire planet he's not very impressed with killing some Decepticons. Yet his dark and gloomy optics lock onto the one that banished them to that watery grave. Well not technically a grave but it was quite misearble. He draws back his laser rifle and out of his right wrist flys a bolt of energy, about the color of seaweed.. sizzeling and crackeling in various ways at the mighty bluish purple Decepticon leader. Albionus erks slightly as Galvatron starts making headway, and activates his personal forcefield. Albionus successfully activates a powerful protective forcefield, shielding it from the next attack. Nautilator fires around Arachnae to force the other Decepticons to move away from her. The Seacon wait for the sharkticons to finish their work and takes off towards his victim and grabs Arachnae .oO(With all those Sharkticons around nobody will probably notice you are missing well not until it's too late anyway.)Oo. Nautilator flies out towards the Quintessons's base. Cyclonus continues firing and taking down Sharkticons. As Galvatron orders a withdrawl, he looks over his shoulder, taking no time for pleasantries or the normal ammounts of respect "Take to the air. Stay in formation and watch for stragglers. Help when you can. Retreat back to safe point Zulu. MOVE!" With that, he kicks in thrusters and begins to hover, then to fly. Scrapper leaps up, flying off after Cyc. Rumble activates his rocket jets and lifts up into the air, following Cyclonus's orders, "Good, 'bout time we left his hell-hole." He glances down at Galvatron and then asks Cyclonnus, "Say, what's the bossman doin'? Ain't he comin' with us?" He fires a few shots below, and a Sharkticon leaps up with amazing agility to nearly rip off his dangling foot. Rumble screams and shoots at the Sharkticon frantically. Compile nods and leaps up after Cyclonus. Arachnae is in no condition to put up any resistance to getting picked up. Arachnae has left. Arachnae slips quietly into the area. Taken. Albionus's tentacles wriggle in excitement and he looks over at Exterminatius, "The leader unit should be left alive for analysis. If I can replicate his power core, it could lead to some very interesting developments. Of course, we will have to disconnect his laser core." Exterminatius waves more Sharkticons towards the swarm, and most specifically Galvatron. "The first wave has met with success! Waves two through four, reveal yourselves and continue the fight!" The ground rumbles beneath both Shartkicon and Decepticon feet, just as Exterminatius commanded an even larger number of Sharkticons choose this moment to reveal themselves from the shadows, from buildings, from everywhere at once. It almost resembles an anthill kicked over by an angry human, the way the Sharks swarm relentlessly towards the Decepticons, giving them no visible scenery but the horde of hungry Quintesson lackeys. Nova 's looks to Rumble and shoots him a look of fire that could scare the screws out of any old toaster... She growls, "FINE!!.." in a deep snarling voice and knees the Sharkticon in the sensation matrix (:P) Its jaws dropping open wide in slight shock of the moment before she shoves her fist into its mouth and quickly plants a small explosive charge and rolls Tubby away from her with a kick... "Don't Ever... EVER!! Touch Me again Tuna breath..." she turns away just in time to have the Sharkticon Explode behind her... Sending a hail of metallic teeth at Rumble... A leg landing here... an Optic there.... a Load of half eaten metallic bits... She walks over to Rumble and Growls.. "FINE!!.. I'll Help YOU!.." Cyclonus continues to fire and lay waste to the Sharkticons in the hopes that some of those trapped on the ground will be given that curcial moment where they can escape and take to the air. As he climbs, he begins to move towards the east, almost stopping in mid air as he spots Albionus. His optics flash again, and than he begins moving straight up, away from the Quint, and towards the cleared skies. Exterminatius receives a radio transmission. Exterminatius transmits a message via radio. Exterminatius receives a radio transmission. The blast from Seawing impacts Galvatron with great force, and crackles over his body. He doubles over in pain and yells, "Gnnah!" in pain. His eyes flash blue as the energy circles and invades his head, crackling over his face. He lifts his head and himself in fact, as smoke begins to rise from Galvatron, his systems overloading from the blast. He grins evilly at Seawing and steps toward him with a great, great labor, then reaches out for him, "I'm...going...to kill you...with my...bare hands..." he says, lifting the other hand and prepares to choke Seawing's life out. Suddenly something inside Galvatron gives out and the Decepticon leader collapses in a heap. Nautilator flies away from the scene carrying the motionless body of Arachnae "Hurry up Seawing we are on a timetable." Seawing laughs with great intent as he yanks two Sharkticons by the tail. "Drag this fool back to base." Seawing begins to fly after Nautilator letting the Sharks take him. Rumble hover in the air and gives Nova a surprisingly cocky smirk given the situation, "Well, so-RRY for pointing out stoo-pid you are." he snorts despite having an IQ of a grapefruit. He watches the Sharkticon shatter and grins at Nova, "Nice. Now lets follow Cyc's orders and follow him! I don't slaggin' wanna be here for any longer than I have to." Cyclonus begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Galvatron. Rumble begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Albionus, Scrapper, Cyclonus, Compile, Nova, Galvatron, Seawing, Nautilator. Nova begins retreating, leaving herself vulnerable to parting shots from Albionus, Scrapper, Cyclonus, Compile, Galvatron, Nautilator. Scrapper begins retreating, leaving itself vulnerable to parting shots from Albionus, Cyclonus, Nova, Galvatron, Nautilator. Nautilator begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Albionus, Scrapper, Cyclonus, Compile, Nova, Galvatron. The Warrens Ratty little buildings turn this area of Cybertron into a maze of steel and iron. Shadows lie everywhere, large enough to hide whole armies.The smell of fear and death lies heavily in this area, Autobots rarely come to this area, for violence often occurs as Transformers attempt to subsist on what they can find or take. Contents: Sharkticon Horde Albionus Scrapper Cyclonus Rumble Compile(#2449 PiOVeACm) Nova Galvatron Decepticon Shuttle Seawing Exterminatius Cutthroat's Hut Look-Out Spire Compile begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Albionus, Scrapper, Cyclonus, Rumble, Nova, Galvatron, Seawing, Nautilator. Exterminatius emits a shrill whistle, signalling his troops to pull back with the prisoners they have acquired, and the fallen with them. As the Sharkticons do as commanded, they pick up the last remaining Decepticons who have fallen and begin to carry them along with the others, the fallen Galvatron included. Cyclonus rises upward to the Sky above Old Cybertron Highway. Cyclonus has left. Nova rises upward to the Sky above Old Cybertron Highway. Nova has left. Scrapper rises upward to the Sky above Old Cybertron Highway. Scrapper has left. Galvatron is slowly dragged away by the Sharkticons. Compile rises upward to the Sky above Old Cybertron Highway. Compile has left. You move southeast to the Magnaron South. Magnaron South Tall, mesa-like hills also loom to the south of Magnaron Abyss like a stack of various-sized blocks, made of more pieces of Cybertron's crust displaced by the terrible impact of Unicron's pincer. One of these towering outcroppings still holds a wide, shallow basin, half filled with murky, filthy fluid and chunks of floating debris from the former chemical lake. Like the Abyss itself, the former site of the lake, this basin has been coated with a shiny white finish from a year of chemical and polymer deposits. Contents: Adjudicanis Quintesson City Obvious exits: Fly leads to Sky above Magnaron Abyss. North leads to Magnaron Lake. Northeast leads to Magnaron East. Northwest leads to Magnaron West. South leads to Southern Highway. Currently the Abyss is quite a bit different than usual. Where previously there was merely an empty and seemingly bottomless hole in the surface of Cybertron, now there spans a huge lake with yellowish... water? This new sea stretches out over the entire abyss, and is teaming with Sharkticons, anxiously awaiting the chance to serve their Quintesson overlords. Several construcrts have been made around the abyss, looking somewhat like diving boards. As it is clear that nobody would ever wish to swim in a Sharkticon infested pool, it's obvious that they are for one purpose: Executions. [Within Trokius] Chronoicus documents the stuff, yeah. Albionus arrives from the Magnaron West to the northwest. Albionus has arrived. Sharkticon Horde has arrived. Exterminatius arrives from the Magnaron West to the northwest. Exterminatius has arrived. Galvatron arrives from the Magnaron West to the northwest. Galvatron has arrived. Galvatron stalks into the room. Arachnae has arrived. Arachnae slips quietly into the area. Dropped. Albionus transmits a message via radio. Seawing descends from the Sky above Magnaron Abyss above. Seawing has arrived. Seawing moves north to the Magnaron Lake. Seawing has left. Nautilator lands near the pit and drop Arachnae. The seacon pulls out his rifle and backs away. "One sweep ready to be judged master Adjudicanis. Arachnae gets dropped and remains in a heap, motionless from the damage she took in her defense of the shuttle and the subsequent pile-on of sharkticons. Seawing arrives from the Magnaron West to the northwest. Seawing has arrived. Galvatron is deposited by the Sharkticons, but will no doubt be very, very mad when he wakes up. Albionus eagerly begins hovering around the victims, er.. prisoners. His medical scanner is in constant use, taking records of the fallen's physiology for his study later. After all, most of these won't be around much longer. He mumbles to himself as he works, not doing any repairs, but seeing who might be worth saving for experimentation. Chronoicus makes their way out of the city form of Trokius. Chronoicus has arrived. Chronoicus shifts, suddenly presenting his tall taled and wise Historian face! Chronoicus shifts, suddenly presenting his terrifying face of Death! Exterminatius dismisses his Sharkticons once he reaches the glorious Quintesson city. They deposit those Decepticons gathered up in the assault before heading off and disappearing into the scenery. He floats forward towards the Supreme Judge. "A small collection of our merchandise for a surprise assault, but we now possess at least one of their leaders. The merchandise will be in further disarray once he is dealt with." Chronoicus shifts, suddenly presenting his non-participator and overseer Watcher face. Chronoicus floats around just watching and documenting. He's a watcher so you have nothing to fear from him. In a disgruntled way, the Sharkticons accept Albionus's orders to back down, slightly lowering their claws. Adjudicanis is hovering at the top of a tall platform that overlooks the execution docks to the Magnaron Sea. He has several aides on both sides. Looking to Chronoicus, the stone-faced Quintesson says idly, "Do be sure to note that Exterminatius has captured one of the robot leaders." His voice is a low monotone. Turning to Albionus he states simply, "Make sure that they are in functional shape. If any are unconcious, revive them." Suddenly his face rotates to another face. The face of unbridled hatred, "I want them to be awake when we feed them to the Sharkticons..." He shifts back with lightning speed. To Exterminatius he observes for a moment before stating, "Excellent work, Master of Assassins. As always, you prove to be superior to the robots. Any word from Snaptrap regarding his progress?" Snaptrap arrives from the Magnaron West to the northwest. Snaptrap has arrived. Tentakil arrives from the Magnaron West to the northwest. Tentakil has arrived. Skalor arrives from the Magnaron West to the northwest. Skalor has arrived. Springer has arrived. Tentakil drops Springer. Crankshaft has arrived. Tentakil drops Crankshaft. Stratosphere has arrived. Tentakil drops Stratosphere. Snaptrap lands, with his other Seacons and drops his load, piles of Sharkticons come along with other prisoners Mercy has arrived. Tentakil drops Mercy. Hardstrike has arrived. Snaptrap drops Hardstrike. Skalor has disconnected. Polaris has arrived. Snaptrap drops Polaris. Exterminatius shifts, revealing his peaceful diplomatic face. Adjudicanis is hovering at the top of a tall platform that overlooks the execution docks to the Magnaron Sea. He has several aides on both sides. Looking to Chronoicus, the stone-faced Quintesson says idly, "Do be sure to note that Exterminatius has captured one of the robot leaders." His voice is a low monotone. Turning to Albionus he states simply, "Make sure that they are in functional shape. If any are unconcious, revive them." Suddenly his face rotates to another face. The face of unbridled hatred, "I want them to be awake when we feed them to the Sharkticons..." He shifts back with lightning speed. To Exterminatius he observes for a moment before stating, "Excellent work, Master of Assassins. As always, you prove to be superior to the robots. Any word from Snaptrap regarding his progress?" Albionus bob-nods to Adjudicanis and begins moving among the more seriously wounded, applying quick fixes that are probably almost as painful as the wounds themselves. More often than not, he merely administers a stimulant that will keep the Cybertronians awake despite the status of their injuries and pain level. Though he does pause every once in a while over a more interesting specimen, marking one or two mentally for his lab should they survive. Snaptrap dumps Hardstrike down and walks over to Adjudicanis, hearing the coments made, "No need for word, we have retrieved prisoners as requested. Chronoicus makes a document on the prisoners that were captured making a small special note for Adjudicanis on Galvatron's entry. Tentakil drops Crankshaft on the ground and walks towards Adjudicanis right behind his leader. Hardstrike is dropped, bound by energy bonds, no doubt. He glances around. .oO(Galvatron...and Arachnae? Well, at least I can gurantee that the Decepticons will help in a rescue attempt...)he thinks, before looking about to see the other captured, and frowns, realizing he has also been disarmed. Springer and he will have to organize an escape, if possible. Exterminatius receives the Supreme Judge's praise with a wide smile. "My thanks, Adjudicanis. They proved no match for the forces unleashed upon them. They now flee in disarray and panic, not even aware of the loss of their commander." When asked about Snaptraps arrival, he simply gestures with a tentacle at the Seacon approach. "As you can see, they arrive now, successful." Galvatron lays there in the place he had been dumped by the Sharkticons who dragged him here. His energy bonds are already crackling around him, but no movement can be seen from the Decepticon leader. Springer is still in helicopter mode and not moving at the moment. A few solitary whisps of smoke are still drifting up from a big hole in his cockpit. Mercy is alive and awake, but in severe...er..slime? Well, whatever slime and electricity do to one's circuits. She stares at the Quintessons and says absolutely nothing. But she does sidle a little closer to Hardstrike and Springer, if possible. If not, she damn well wishes she could! Hardstrike whispers towards Galvatron.... Stratosphere dropped uncourteously on the ground and looks up as his armor is scratch and dented and missing. "Your..Your all Alive." he says to them in a low tone. His optics are cracked and the glass is missing over one of them. Arachnae is brought back to the world of moving parts with a suddeness that elicits a sharp snarl from the femme-sweep. But that is all she really can do, frame torn and charcoaled. The snarl cuts off suddenly as she peers around, confusion on her face, visor missing,claw marks running tracks across her cheek. As Crankshaft is dropped, he shakes his head. He frowns darkly, "Now, it really sucks to be me," he states, using a catchphrase he remembers from Earth. He tries to move, but finds it hard as he is bound as well. "Bah, afraid of old Crankshaft, aren't we?" he asks, to nobody in particular. Hardstrike is beaten and gashed himself, apparently better off than some of his companions, but not by much... Polaris is barely conscious, after the beating he took from the Sharkticons, although he does move slightly after he's deposited on the ground, groaning. One of his optics is still covered with slime from Tentakil's blaster, but he's able to see out of the other, the lone optic sweeping over some of the other captives and noting the Decepticons with surprise. Mercy's back is charred ans smoking, but she seems to be the least wounded of them all. "Could be worse," she mutters with a bravado she doesn't really feel. She tugs on the energy bonds, then looks towards Hardstrike. "Well, boss?" Stratosphere had damage for flying pass his system requirements to get here. Snaptrap grins over in Galvatrons direction, pleased to see his former commander will get to learn personaly what a mistake he made sending the Seacons to some useless planet. Stratosphere mutters to Mercy Overbite makes their way out of the city form of Trokius. Overbite has arrived. Quintesson City drops Overbite. Overbite has left. Overbite enters the city form of Trokius. Galvatron awakens thanks to the Quintesson stimulant and sits up, his red eyes flashing as he wakes from the slumber that the Seacons put him in. "Gnnnn..." he mutters in a low tone, then at once tests his bonds, "I'm going to kill you, Quintesson fools!" he shouts, but slumps back down on the ground, then looks over at a nearby Sharkticon, who has his cannon in its teeth. Finally, Galvatron looks at Hardstrike, "Get me out of this!" Stratosphere mutters to Mercy, "How... up?" Seawing stands there eerily silent. Adjudicanis observes Snaptrap and bobs his body slightly, "Good, Snaptrap. You have not failed me." He sounds surprised. He looks at the survivors one at a time, making sure to spend a few moments to glare at each with his massive emotionless eyes. Finally he addresses them all, "Ahhh... robots." He waves a few tentacles to each of them, "Surely you thought yourself clever... having won a temporary victory against the Quintessons when you stole our factory from us and claimed it as your own." He shakes his head/body and addresses some of them individually, "Yes... unit..." he pauses before coming with the answer, "Stratosphere, you are called? Well... you are right. They are alive." Shift to hate-face. "But not for long!" Shift back to logical judge face. To Crankshaft he merely observes for a moment, "We fear no robot, Crankshaft. We /ruled/ the robots. And we shall once again." He shifts to Exterminatius and Albionus, "Prepare them for trial!" He focuses on Crankshaft, "He..." he gestures with a slimy tentacle, "Will go first." Destranis has arrived. Destranis twitches a few times as he flutters into the room. Hardstrike glances around, looking for something franticly as Crankshaft is called to Trial... Mercy runs a quick eye over the rest of the group, then mutters a reply back to Strat. When Adjudicanis' words are spoken, though, her optics widen and flare, and she mimics Hardstrike's actions. Anything...At all? Stratosphere looks "Last time I checked, I was built on Earth." he says to them. as he feels his restraints. "I got a bad feeling about this." he mutters to no one as he looks to the others with a look of Any Idea's on his face. Mercy mutters to Stratosphere, "... can't..." Exterminatius hovers forward to move amongst the captured Cybertronians. He pauses at the Autobots, all squirming together. Reaching out to brush the tip of a tentacle against Mercy's face, his diplmatic face offers it's broadest smile to his leader. "May I not keep a few of our robots for my amusement? It has been so long since I had a fresh robot to test the limits of. How long can this one suffer my agonies, I wonder." Hardstrike mutters to Mercy, "... for the emitter to these..." Chronoicus floats about and makes more notes and documents on the events taking place. Albionus hesitates a moment, but hovers over to Crankshaft, injecting him with something that will enhance his perception of the event. A bit like giving someone walking the Green Mile a six-shot of espresso. "This one is adequate for Judgment." He shifts to his Death's Head face, leering and cackling. "Though hardly entertaining so far. Perhaps when he awaits his fate on the plank, it will become more of a show." Albionus shifts and the face you fear grins liplessly at you. Two burning eyes glare out of a death's head. Nautilator stands still keeping a close watch on the prisonners with his triple barrel cannon in hands. Shifting to his most observant scientist face, Destranis floats into the main gathering, up to some Quintessons at the side. He would not dare miss any execution. This will make history of course. "Perhaps I'll even get spare parts..." he mutters, "Spare parts...spare parts..." he mutters over and over, his mouth and face twitching, "Riddles hidden in their bodies...riddles masked in death..." he mutters. He floats next to one of the Sharkticons and observes the Transformers nearby. Mercy looks at Hardstrike, then looks about hastily, and then calms herself. Taking a deep breath, as it were, she begins to look hard for the emitter to the bonds. Where could it be? Stratosphere struggles "Take your tentacle off her." he says to the Quint. Arachnae's wings attempt to shift behind her, one a serie of nothing more than spars, the other bucled and warped. A shake of her head as if to try and clear this nightmare from her vision is given, then she hisses softly, trying to curl up to seem as un-noticable as possible. Polaris rolls over onto his back, gradually working his way into as much of a sitting position as he can, within the limits of his bonds. He does give a few experimental tugs and stretches, testing the strength of them before he gives up, yawning lazily at the promise of impending doom that the Quintessons hand out. In fact, he seems to relax a bit, his shoulders slumping while he watches the Quintessons out of the corner of his optic. Hardstrike is unable to locate it, and begins to look around for something he can use to disrupt the bonds, even a bladed weapon capable of breaching their abilities to hold. He can't seem to get out himself.... Seawing grins and laughs moving his claws around slowly. "Rule this," Crankshaft states as he tries to spit some fluid out at the Quintesson. He starts struggling as Albionus gets near. "Let go of me, you stupid piece of..." and then he stops, his optics start glowing with a brighter light. "What is this thing..." he asks. He glares at Albionus. "Remove my bonds and I'll give you entertainment alright." Galvatron grinds his teeth in anger, "You're not going to look so smug when I get out of this, Seacon fools," he utters darkly, glaring at them nearby. He inches toward the Sharkticon who has his cannon in its jaws, but it backs away in response, "Come here...you idiot..." he whispers. Sharkticon Horde stands on the outskirts of the Court proper, ready to catch any would-be escapees and devour them messily. Quintesson City jams any transmissions from the Bots and Cons being held, as a precautionary measure, Adjudicanis hisses at Stratosphere, "Built on the human planet, ehhhh?" He makes what sounds like a clicking noise before answering, "Then you are not to be executed." He pauses and turns to another of the Quintessons, "Destranis..." he wiggles a limb at Stratosphere, "A new... toy for you to salvage. He is Earth-built. See what additional technology he may possess." He turns back to Stratosphere, "/Then/ kill him. Ahhh, but allow him the pleasure of watching his fellow robots stand trial for their crimes." To Exterminatius, he ponders beforeanswering, "You may keep one. But not it or it or it." He points to Galvatron, Crankshaft and Stratosphere in turn. He can hear bits and pieces of Mercy and Hardstrike's discussion, but think nothing of it. Let them prattle before death. "Have any of you anything to say before THIS one stands trial for his crimes?!" he spits at Crankshaft's defiance. "Unhhh." Springer finally comes around thanks to some stimulants and begins the long task of trying to transform. The chest plate creaks down, his arms unfold from udner his chest, his legs snap down...although one seems to be hanging a bit oddly. "Someone get the number of that planet that hit me?" Sharkticons rush over and quickly slap some shakles on Springer before returning to their post. Springer looks around and notices Mercy and Hardstrike near him. "Well I've woken up to worse. I think." Springer transforms into robot mode. Nautilator walks over to the prisonners looking at them with fierce hatred and contempt. Exterminatius bobs faintly at Adjudicanis words, "As you rule, Octurus Judicus." He turns to the Seacons, waving a tentacle in the direction of Crankshaft. "Escort the robot to the Trial. Allow him a few injuries before he meets his verdict." Hearing he has been granted one robot to amuse himself upon, he goes back to hovering over the fallen, sizing them up. Stratosphere looks as he struggles "Just wait till I get my hands on you 16 eyes. I'm gonna tie your tenticles into a knot." and he mutters to Hardstrike Stratosphere mutters to Hardstrike, "If..." Mercy panics as Crankshaft gets manhandled - bothandled? - and struggles to her knees. She's a retrieval medic, for crying out loud, not a magician! ... After a second she stills and peers around her. Springer coming to consciousness is both a good and bad sign. And she stares back at Nautilator with cold, stony silence. A challenge in itself. Cheeky femmebot. Adjudicanis idly adds, "Perhaps one of these would make for fine entertainment, Exterminatius." He gestures to Hardstrike and Polaris, "I do know how you appreciate hearing them as they meet their fate, ahhhh, and these two do seem to enjoy prattling." In addition to having a couple Sharkticons holding the gun, small laser lights can be seen almost dancing round it, originating from the big guns aiming system, on part of the city transformer. Destranis floats over to the Sharkticon nearest Galvatron and his curious, scientist face looks down at the cannon. He picks it from the Sharkticon's jaws and mulls over it as Adjudicanis offers him Stratosphere. A stern, blackened face of a construction expert comes into view as he looks at Stratosphere from afar, looking almost pleased as if his face wasnt a permanent frown. "Ahhh..." he says, floating toward Stratosphere, his tentacles wriggling with anticipation, "Ohh my...yes...yes...look at this one...very nice...very nice," he mutters, "The riddles I'll solve with this one! hee hee!" He flicks a slick tentacle over Stratosphere. Hardstrike glares back coldly at Adjunicus, and eyes Destranis as he fingers the cannon. Tentakil smiles at Exterminatius's comment, he walks towards Crankshaft and slaps the Autobot, "You're coming we me my dear." The seacon grabs the medic and shoves his knee in her midsection, "Oh sorry dear." The the seacon escort Crankshaft to the Trial. Destranis shifts, immediately presenting his attentive, beady-eyed builder face. Nautilator walks behind the prisonners rifle in hand ready to smack around anybody acting funny or disrupting the proceedings. There is defiance alright on Crankshaft's faceplate. But there's also fear... He frowns, and for a moment just looks like an animal that is trapped in a cage. "Go ahead, try to break me you stupid bullies. Some have tried. I'm still here. I will still be here," but one can almost hear the doubt in his voice and with said doubt, Crankshaft spares a glance to his comrades trying to look for support there. Then he's slapped and he growls in response, there isn't much he can do so he's escorted away. Hardstrike then snaps at Tentakil, " Touch him agian and I'll take it out of your mangy, salt ridden aft, traitor..." he calls out to the Decepticon. " And thats a promise..." Stratosphere looks "Yea. I got something for ya." and he does the old California Salute to the Quints, well as best as he can. He then looks as the Sharkticons head for him and he says "Try me ugly." and he kicks out with a free leg towards Destranis "Till all are One." he says as he puts up a fight. "I'd just rather die then be your pet You HP Lovecraft wanna be." Exterminatius bobs towards Hardstrike, sizing him up in appraisal before his tentacles wave in distaste. "This low end model is what you offer me? It would not withstand more than a minute of my attention before being rendered inoperable. It can be tossed in the pit without even a Trial. It is not worth our attention." He continues on, to stop at the cowering Arachane. "This robot though... it could amuse me for much longer I think..." His head quickly rotates to reveal his death's head face, cackling ominously. "Indeed. This is the amusement I seek." Tentakil looks at Hardstrike and smiles, then he slaps Crankshift again. Galvatron sneers as Destranis takes his cannon, "Blast..." he mutters then glares at Hardstrike, "Idiot Autobots...all of you...not an idea amongst you. You'll all be devoured," he utters calmly. He watches the Quintessons interrogate Crankshaft for a moment. Polaris tilts his head, glancing at one of his shoulders, and then the other, checking on the conditions of the ballistic cannons over them. One of them is mangled too badly to function, the barrel having been torn off at about the halfway mark. The other has a few cracks, but seems to be mostly in functional condition. At least, from the outside. At his mental command, it begins to shift slowly, moving to the right and up, carefully aiming at Nautilator's head. The faintest hint of a smirk appears on Polaris' face, as the room is filled with a loud...
* CLICK* "Well... damn." He shrugs, glancing at the other Autobots. It was nice knowing them, anyways. Hardstrike snarls, and then notices a chance. Just a chance, mind you. He rolls to one side, and then kips up onto his next opposite of Destranis. He smiles briefly, and then rams himself at the Quintesson's side, trying to knock the canon towards Galvatron..... Adjudicanis hisses as the robots still show defiance, in particular Crankshaft, who is about to meet his maker. He idly turns to the Quintesson archivist and emits, "I am surprised, Chroniocus... the robots do protest their fate with far more..." he turns to Galvatron, "Resistance than I would have expected... ahhh, clearly they do not know their place." he raises his voice and suddenly shifts to a face which is boiling with anger, "You will learn to respect your owners, robots!" he booms, "Exterminatus, beat that one for its resistance." Adjudicanis gestures to Polaris's attempt to gun down Nautilator, "Punish it! Punish ANY who resist the functions of this court!" it shakes a tentacle madly. Adjudicanis shifts around quickly in one fluid motion, stopping on his raging hate-filled face. Destranis floats back as Stratosphere tries to strike him, "Oh my!" he says, then his face shifts to a stark-white face of judgement, "You're going to be parts...parts...parts..." he babbles, then his face shifts back to his stark-red face, "We'll see what's inside those parts of yours! What secrets they hold..." Nautilator sees Hardstrike threatning his brother Tentakil and trying to get Galvatron his cannon. The seacon proptly smacks the autobot in the back of the head with the butt of his rifle. "Don't try anything funny or you will be thrown to the seacons insead of the sharkticons." Mercy cringes at the fact that Exterminatius caressed her face with a tentacle, just now giving into the disgust that filled her circuits. She doesn't bow, though she looks on helpless as Hardstrike makes his move. But damn her for a fool, she doesn't look away, either, and even does her best to get to her feet. No luck on her end, she merely falls over with a muffled curse. Chronoicus watches and waits. Crankshaft is slapped and he growls again, it is obvious though that he's growing desperate. Who wouldn't be in this situation? Again, there isn't much that he can do in this situation but just take it like a 'Bot. "I hope you have your fun, because I'll make sure that when I get out of this I deconstruct you to very little particles, which I'll then going to fuse together into a small rock that I'll have at my quarters," he says towards Tentakil. But the fear, is there in his vocalizer. Springer props himself up with one of his arms and stares angrily at the Quintissons. His left optic is still not functioning from the crash, so he stares one-eyed at the Quint nearest him. He looks like he is about to try something...but decides against it. He sits there, waiting for an opportunity. And for his self-repairing mechanisms to get off their rears and get to work. Albionus gets bored with the proceedings, seeing little point in wasting time and test subjects with these little ego trips. He takes out what looks like a datapad and begins fiddling with it. Seawing walks over to Springer and smiles letting his optics glare into Springer's. He's silent for a few moments before letting out a slight smirk. "Well I didn't know transformers could grow moss, oh wait that's your dreary paint job..." Arachnae's optics narrow as she hisses softly before she jerks at her bounds, wings straining as she struggles to show some sign of ire at being deemed amusement. With optics shading a deep, feral crimson, she spits, "Let me out of thse bounds and I'm *quite* sure I could tickle your fancy, /Quintesson/!" Polaris slumps back against the wall, having pretty much exhausted his options for now. He sweeps his optic over the other Autobots, noting their reactions to what might very well be their impending doom, and then shifts his gaze to the Decepticons, frowning thoughtfully at Galvatron. Snaptrap moves over to Springer, almost asif he senses the slight defiance and hope in the Autobot, "Hmmm, it appears your eye is somewhat damaged, allow me to help make sure it's clean in there." With that Snaptrap reachs a single finger into the Autobots eye cavity, gently grabbing the inside of the head before using his full strength to pull the head down to meet his upcoming knee. Adjudicanis shakes his head/body in annoyance and looks at Destranis, "Gag them. Gag them all except for Crankshaft. He will need to be able to scream for mercy." Mercy struggles onto her side and glares at Seawing. "At least he doesn't look like mold," she snpas, then promptly snaps her mouth shut. Silly histrionics will get her nowhere! Optics flaring, she struggles closer to Springer. He's safe. Sorta. "STOP IT!" she yells as Snap does his thing. She struggles furiously. Springer smirks back at Seawing. "Funny, I didn't know something could smell as truly horrendous as you. What you do, crawl out of a waste treatment center?" As Snaptrap decides to clean out Springer's optic, Springer lets out a grunt as his head collides with Snaptrap's knee. "Sure, youre pretty tough when your opponent is not only damaged but bound as well. Pity this is the only way you'd win a fight." Destranis lurches back as Hardstrike kicks him, "Imputance!" his stark-white, judgemental face shouts. The orange cannon drops on the ground. He motions to some Sharks nearby to move in front of Destranis in order to protect him. "Now...you...one of you, keep an eye on that one..." his intelligent, tactical shifting face says, while motioning to Hardstrike, "He's quite a feisty one, yes he is...yes...yes he is..." he says to the Seacons, "What kind of parts do you hold, hmm, feisty one?" Stratosphere looks at the Quint. "I'm not that easy." he says as Hardstrike rams into the Quint. This gives him a snowballs chance and he gets up and lunges to try to kick the cannon to Galvatron, the rightful owner. "Galvatron Catch." he says. Hardstrike is then struck to the ground, which he hits with a loud thud. But he's not done yet, and glances about, before spinning around, throwing his weight to try and trip up Nautilator behind him. Albionus shifts, a distracted and thoughtful face swinging into view. Quintesson City sensing a distinct threat fires three warning shots, making a nice triangle around Galvatron, incase he even thinks of using the cannon on the Quintessons present. "Threat targetted." Polaris continues to eye the Decepticons, waiting calmly for the beating promised him, as his fellow Autobots seem to be able to do little else but launch into hysterics. At this point, one of them has to be more helpful than most of his teammates, so he studies them intently. Still not running his mouth, unlike a certain pair of bots. Exterminatius laughs in amusement while Arachnae thrashes in her bonds, paying her one last glance before moving on towards Polaris. "Perhaps you will get that chance after you have spent a few months, a few years subjected to my attention, Robot." As commanded, he makes his way over to Polaris's location against the wall. He hovers still over the Autobot for a minute in silence, before finally acting. Secreting a toxic acid over the tip of a tentacle, he lashes out to precisely brush the corrosive over portions of Polaris' face and upper body. "An early creation of mine, robot. I've found its quite agonizing to your species." The bumbling Seacon is taken by surprise and falls on his back away from the autobots "Arg! Tentakil this is all /your/ fault you were not backing me up like I asked you to! Shoot him Trokius!" Hardstrike chuckles softly, " Even bond and damaged, we can get the best of you Seacons....should of asked the Quintessons for upgrades as part of the deal..." Mercy wrenches herself to Springers side and... and... realizes there's not a whole lot she can do. Simply glare in impotent fury at Snaptrap and try to protect him, kneeling with her arms bound behind her back. "Get slagged," she growls. Arachnae subsides into quiet seething, optics remaining that deep crimson. Her hands flex, talons sheathing and unsheathing with a true betrayel of her state of being. Galvatron gets up to his knees and is hit in the chest with the cannon, frowning, "Idiots...you're going to break it..." he says, then looks up as the rounds go off nearby, "I dont even have my arms free enough to use it..." he mutters. Tentakil shouts at Nautilator, "Shut up fool! I'm busy." Albionus sighs and says to no one in particular, "this is all rather tedious. Can we get on with it? I have research to do." Stratosphere lands on his bum and looks "Hey Hardstrike, maybe we should get the others in on this party." he says as he slides into a Seacon "Pardon me, but do you have any balance???" and he hops to knock the Seacon, (OOC pick one) down. Destranis shifts to his judgemental, stark white face, "Yes! Begin mass executions! I want the parts!" he lets out, in agreement with Albionus. The orange Autobot stares at Adjudicanis, but this time he keeps his vocalizer in check. Crankshaft has nothing to do but wait until his fate is decided, perhaps a chance to escape will present itself. Most likely the others will pull off a rescue somehow. "Yeah, that's what's going to happen," he finds himself speaking out loud, and finishing his thoughts. For once in his entire existance, Crankshaft has managed to look at the positive side of something. For once, that had to be a good sign, right? Nautilator gets up and glares at Tentakil "Yeah yeah just try and cover up your failures infront of the boss" and moves back towards Hardstrike with a grin behind his faceplate. Puts his Triple Crusher Cannon (yes cannon) up to HS's head "Yeah we got upgrades as part of the deal...Weapons upgrade...care to see your head fly off to Magnaron North ?" small pinpricks of laser light appear on the foreheads of all the prisoners as Trokius's systems decide they are all now potential threats. Hardstrike just stares blankly, laying still. " I wouldn't have to smell your stench anymore. " he says simply, making no moves. Polaris eyes Exterminatius as he approachs, his optic focusing warily on the tendril extending his way. Despite his misgivings, he doesn't back away from it, merely watching calmly as it begins to apply the corrosive to his face. He doesn't show a reaction initially, even going so far as to smile serenely at the Quintesson. After a few seconds, however, the smile tightens, becoming more strained as his face starts to contort. After about a minute, his jaws are grinding together, and he begins to writhe as the acid and toxins eat away at his systems. Still, he doesn't scream, or even make a sound... yet. Destranis floats over to one of the Seacons and a proud builder face says, "The Seacons are now our best of assassins, our most secret of weapons! You did not think you would be attacked by your own, did you? What makes you think they are not now the most powerful weapons in the Universe!" he says, his wriggling tentacles petting Tentakil. Springer Adjudicanis stares right back at Crankshaft and finally emits, "There will be order in the court! I highly suggest you do not disrupt it. As it stands, ahhhh, there can be fates much worse than death." He is serious, so everyone better shut it real quick and pray for Crankshaft's soul >:-) Shifting back to his logical face, the Quintesson Judge bellows out, "Begin recording..." To a nearby Sharkticon, "The robot known as Crankshaft is hereby charged with crimes agaisnt the Quintesson Empire. He is the first to stand trial, but he shall not be the last. What... ahhh, what do you plead, robot?!" he snarls. He motions to several Sharkticons and they lead him up to one of the constructs at the side of the Abyss. Hungry Sharkticons nip from the water madly. Galvatron looks over at Hardstrike and Springers, "Fools! Can you not see TROKIUS from here?! He will turn you to dust," he says, then lowers his voice, "You have to think a bit more subtly. Use those brains you supposedly have!" Albionus replies dead-pan to Galvatron, "I have analyzed your intelligence capacity before, Galvatron-unit. It is vastly inferior to ours." Hardstrike makes no move to do anything. Chronoicus makes notes of this day's beginning of the trials and every word that Adjudicanis speaks for it will be documented in its fullest for all to see. He now awaits to hear Crankshaft's defense, but he knows that it will not help at all. He's seen to many of these to know that it never does help no matter what you say. Arachnae remains still, only her talons flexing as she growls softly, staring off at the Lead squid in the parade of Squids. She has no desire to die just yet, not without some thinking beforehand. From the lips of Galvatron himself. The Autobots supposedly have brains, the lack thereof in his case leads him to rely on the Autobots. Let it never be said Galvatron lies. Taking his words to heart, Mercy freezes over Springer and does her best to protect him while running through her options quickly. Destranis snickers and floats to Seawing next, flicking his tentacles pleasingly over his shoulder, "What? Nothing to say now, robots? Behold your demise!" he says, motioning to the giant city, Trokius, "He looms over us...over us...over us all...he is the greatest technological advancement in Quintesson history. Your plight against us is hopeless!" Stratosphere looks up at his head "Yea, anything is better then this smell." he says as he lays there on his back in a prone position. Crankshaft tries to appear brave, he really tries for his sake and for his comrades. He even manages a small smile, as he twists his head towards the rest of the Transformers. He turns towards Adjudicanis, and the fear quickly returns. He squints, his optics flickering briefly. "I plead that when I get out of here, I'm going to make you eat your own parts. I plead that no matter what happens to me, you will get your aft kicked so hard that..." his voice breaks. "I..." No, not now. He has to be brave! "Do your worst," he simply whispers. Mercy turns to meet Crank's eyes, if he lets her, stares at him, willing him to be brave. This, at least, she can do for her fellow Autobots. Hardstrike shrugs, " If he's so powerful, why does he follow you schmucks? Why do the Seacons follow you, for that matter, if they are so powerful. " He simply stops and waits. Polaris isn't attempting to do anything, either. Mainly because of the effort he's putting into fighting off the agonizing effects of the acid he's been doused with. He does glare at Hardstrike and Stratosphere out of the corner of his optic though, a grinding noise coming from the base of his neck as he turns his head. He might just scoot over there to kick the next one of them that does anything stupid in the head, if they keep trying to get everyone present killed. Of course, that's assuming this damn toxin wears off, since he's too busy trying to keep from writhing and screaming in pain. He rolls his head skyward as Hardstrike starts up again, and he suddenly yells out, "WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!" Chronoicus makes notes of Crakshaft's last words. He will forever be known as the Brave Little Autobot who Couldn't in the Quint History. He takes a look at the others and then awaits Adjudicanis's verdict. Albionus puts his datapad and goes back to hovering around between the prisoners, slapping vocal-neutralizers on them as he goes. Apparently, he shares Polaris' point of view. Exterminatius leaves Polaris alone after observing his reaction to the acids for a few minutes. Hovering amongst the Cybertronians again, the Master of Assassins comes to a stop behind one Autobot in particular. His gaze flicks towards Trokius. His mouth opens, emitting a dark laugh. A solitary tentacle is raised to summon Trokius' attention, indicating Hardstrike. And once the attention has been established, he simply draws the tip across the base of his face, like a gash across the throat. Bright purple energon is leaking slowly from the location of where Springer's right optic used to be. He looks up at Mercy. "Don't worry, we'll get out of this yet." Destranis bobs there and watches the transformers a moment before saying, "No no...an explanation...of our greatness...you see the Seacons saw the opportunity for greatness in joining us. Can you not see it? Here they stand, while you on the other hand, are being prepared to die! They are now the ultimate in loyalty...as is Trokius...he acts and worlds collapse!" he says, his tentacles wriggling expectantly. Arachnae jerks away from Albionus as he moves with the vocalizer inhibitor, hissing softly, "I will remain silent under my own power. I need no muzzle." Mercy gets a vocal-neutralizer slapped on her before she can respond. The most she can do is seal her lips and lean against Springer in reply, but she doesn't look away from Crankshaft, trying to will some of her own courage on him. Quintesson City the laser target on Hardstrike is joined by two more, a distinct number of turrets on the city move swiftly to target the Autobot, "Target aquired..." Adjudicanis looks down at Crankshaft from his high position above everyone else. He turns to Chrono, just making sure that his fellow Quintesson recorded the defence properly. But then of course it has been. He fires a glance at Detranis which obviously says something along the lines of 'destroy Polaris's mouth'. Finally he looks back to Crankshaft, as if actually considering what the final judgement will be. "Very well." he emits in a low rumble, "Crankshaft... the verdict is..." he shifts to his frightening face of death, "GUILTY!" he roars, "Crankshaft... you have been found guilty of crimes against the Quintesson Empire... for that... the sentence is DEATH!!" He glares at Exterminatius, giving him the look to perform the horrifying. Stratosphere mutters and all that comes out is nothing. He looks to Polaris and thinks . o 0 (Well, you got your wish. Were already slag, might as well go out fighting, like Autobots.) Galvatron frowns as Albionus silences him with the inhibitor. No use talking to the pathetic Autobots, anyway. Hardstrike winces not at Polaris, but at Crankshaft's fate. He watches, frowning. Albionus hesitates in front of Arachnae, glances over at Adjudicanis, and gives a Quintesson equivalent of a shrug. "Very well. I advise you to do so, then. There are worse fates than being fed to the Sharkticons." He does pause to watch the verdict, though. Arachnae nods once to the quint, optics smouldering as she firmly keeps her jaws shut, talons flexing. At least she isnt muzzled.. Polaris is likewise going to put up a bit of resistance to the vocalizer thing, since he's been one of the more restrained people in the room this entire time. Although, it might be a welcome thing, since he wouldn't have to worry about screaming like a baby. Still, he grits his teeth and bears it, watching the proceedings silently through a single narrowed optic. Quintesson City is oblivious to the execution as he follows out his orders, three plasma turrents opening up on Hardstrike, "Commencing fire." With their target prone, and time taken to aim, they do not miss. Chronoicus with a quick twitch of his tentacle he marks the time of death into his books. He takes somewhat pleasure he can from seeing the execution event, but it cannot show. He's been sworn to forever watch not part take in anything. He smiles only internally at Adjudicanis's verdict. What an enjoyable job it is, getting to be the executioner. Exterminatius, himself busy giving Trokius the order to thorougly atomize Hardstrike, passes on the duty to one of his followers. "Sharkticon #85635, Terminate the crimonal." A Sharkticon next to Crankshaft snaps open and shut its jaws in delight, and simply pushes the Autobot into the abyss. Hardstrike can't even scream as the blast's strike...and leave him a mostly melted pile of circuitry and parts. However, most of it is, or was his armor. Either way, he moves little...if not. Crankshaft keeps that cranky expression on his face that he seems to be always carrying. However his optics, his optics seem to flicker for a few moments. He looks at his comrades again, fear is obvious on his face. But slowly, it disappears. There is no fear then, there is only determination... and acceptance. The orange Autobot turns to face Exterminatius, his chest out his optics fixed on the other. And yet, he whispers. "Theywillcome, Theywillcome... Theywillrescue... Theywill..." The the Sharkticon pushes him. And as he falls.... and falls.... and falls... there's silence at first, then a scream... then silence. Forever, silence. Galvatron sits back down on the ground and tests his anti-vocalizer, finding it adequate to silence him. He merely looks over at the other Autobots, wondering which one will be next. Stratosphere looks at Galvatron and then to the others. His face reads the 'nice knowing all of ya' and then he looks to HS and winces. He looks to Galvatron with a look of 'Any ideas fearless leader of the Decepticons?' since he can't speak. Mercy flinches as Crankshaft is dropped, but because she has to, she watches the pit...watches the mouth of it as if half expecting him to crawl back up again... When he doesn't, she sits back and takes as much comfort from Springer's presence as he possibly can, looking from one 'Bot to the next. Arachnae's wings shift as she turns her head, watching the rest of the trial with some derision in her expression. Lips tightly pressed shut, she remains as still as possible save for the feral shifting of talons and wings. Polaris winces, although it might just be from the toxin coursing through his systems. Either way, his face contorts into a grimace at that last scream of Crankshaft's. He glances at the other Autobots, seeming to consider something for a moment, and then he begins to struggle to his knees, moving verrrrrrrry slowly, thanks to a Quint's little gift. Adjudicanis watches Crankshaft fall to his doom and chuckles darkly, "Ahhhh, now that was... satisfying." He turns to Albionus, "You may remove the vocal-neutralizers. I... ahhh, am interested to see what they have to say now that they... have gotten a glimpse of their future. Of their fate. Of their /death/." With his hatred satisfied, the judge twists back to his normal cold faced look. "Exterminatius... take these two." he waves a tentacle at... Arachnae and Polaris. "They shall have the honour of standing trial next..." Springer looks down at Mercy. "Y'know, I take it back I don't remember it being as bad as this." He looks around at the remaining Autobots...hell transformers left. He looks over at Galvatron and thinks for a moment, using that brain thingy he is supposed to have. Galvatron glances back over at Springer but frowns at what Adjudicanis says. He immediately stands up. Albionus looks unimpressed with Adjudicanis' posturing, but that's par for the course in the Quintesson culture. Fortunately, he doesn't usually have to attend these things. With a flip of a switch the neutralizers are released and the Transformers' voices restored to their normal, shrill, self-righteous selves. Stratosphere looks as he speaks "Talk about silence being deafen." he states, but says little. Arachnae's expression flashes to startlement and shock. Her optics narrow before she starts to strugglet o get to her feet, hissing softly, "Make up your mind.. ssssss. Either I'm someones torture toy or I'm on trial, Pick one. It isnt as if I expect to survice this so the petty posturing and the attempts to make me feel sunjigated are hardly worth your time and effort. Get it over with." Destranis bobs over to the side and watches the proceedings. Having explained the greatness of the advanced plan, he seems very pleased. Exterminatius moves through the prisoner lines, a pair of Sharkticons soon flanking him. Once moved past the captives, a tentacle each indicates Polaris and Arachnae to the Sharkticons. "Bring them to me. They shall face swift justice at Adjudicanis' hands." This time, the Quintesson hovers towards the trial position, so that he himself may have the honor of sending them off to their deaths. The two Sharkticons do as ordered, one each moving to the prisoners and apprehending the pair. Sinnertwin arrives from the Magnaron West to the northwest. Sinnertwin has arrived. Mercy's gaze goes straight to Polaris, and she latches onto him - visually, of course - with the same drive of will that she watched Crankshaft with. "Oh, no," she murmurs. "Where are they?" Her gaqze takes Hardstrike, Springer beside her, Stratosphere.... Temper sparks in her optics, flaring green. Galvatron speaks up, "Pathetic cowards! Release the others and face me! Then we'll see who is master of Cybertron!" he shouts. He looks like he wants to rush forward. Springer looks over at Mercy, his left optic sparkling with an odd glint. His tone is low as he whispers to her. "Mercy, position your bonds under my left arm. I have an idea. Polaris continues rising, until he's standing unsteadily on his feet. Judging by his expression, even the slightest movement is causing him quite a bit of pain. He wasn't silenced before, so he doesn't have to wait for Albionus to deactivate a neutralizer. Still, he remains silent, eyeing the Quints one by one. If there's any way out of it, he can't see it at the moment. As the pair of Sharkticons grabs him from each side, he jostles his shoulder against them, tearing himself loose from their grip as he begins to take halting steps forward. "I don't require an escort." Arachnae gets escourted, looking over her shoulder at Galvatron, choosing her next words with utter care, "Why don't you sit down and shut up. You're more than likely next you lunatic." She's making a calculated risk here. Flying Cannon arrives from the Southern Highway to the south. Flying Cannon has arrived. Space Fighter [Cyclonus] arrives from the Southern Highway to the south. Space Fighter [Cyclonus] has arrived. Space Fighter [Cyclonus] rockets into the the area. Devastator arrives from the Southern Highway to the south. Devastator has arrived. Mercy glances oddly at Springer, but she does as she's told with some wriggling, adjusting, and a bit of touchy-feely moment, which she mutters, "Sorry." And then she waits. Stratosphere stands up and looks as he moves towards Galvatron "I don't liek you much Galvatron, but at this time, any suggestion will be nice." he says "If we can get free, I can get us out of here, but that will take some time. Adjudicanis turns towards Galvatron as Arachnae and stares at him, "Ahhhh, the robot leader of the rebel faction Decepticon!" he calls out loudly... he turns towards Arachnae and spits, "You will get to wait your turn... if this fool of a robot wishes to die next, then so be it!" He turns to Exterminatius, "Take Galvatron to the execution pit. He shall face Quintesson Justice next." He turns to Polaris and Nae, "Do not worry.... you will get your chance..." Springer's left arm panel flips open to reveal a laser pistol. "Ok now I cant see so I'm going to have to feel around. There." A short silent burst of the laser pistol takes out the bonds that are holding Mercy. "Quick, grab my sword off my back and take out my bonds." he whispers quickly. Hardstrike begins to move a bit. He's not in good shape, but he functions still, though the bonds hinder his movement. Sharkticon Horde is bored, bored, bored. Many of the Sharkticons start rooting around for spare parts that might have been dragged back to munch on. Galvatron frowns at Archnae, "Shut up Archnae. For once, show some respect and lose your pathetic attitude," he utters as he is taken toward the pit. He smiles evilly at Adjundicanis, "I promised the Seacons I'd ring their necks. So there is no way I am going to die today!" he shouts, balling up his fists that are bound at his sides. Yellow Lamborghini Countach arrives from the Magnaron East to the northeast. Yellow Lamborghini Countach has arrived. Mercy is quick to understand, quicker to move. With a tug,s he pulls the sword from Springer's back and gets to work on his bonds. "Springer, if you didn't have such a circuit-fry for Arcee, I'd say I adore you," she mutters as she gets the bonds. She's stiff, sore, and crackles now and again, but she's alive. Stratosphere looks as Galvatron is taken and is pushed tot he side by the guards. He sits up and looks around and spots Springer. He moves towards him and Mercy as best as he can. He rolls some then inches his way like an inchworm. "So, what's the odds of survival???" he asks Arachnae's wings shift as she sidesteps, moving perhaps a foot or so closer to Polaris, hissing, "Well, that idint work as planned." Chronoicus starts to make a new entry into the history documents. His Quintesson Journals have been recorded from millions of years ago until now. Documenting their lives and history of the grand events. This one is particularly enjoyable, but he doesn't let it show. Just his emotionless face stares blankly at the events as they pass on before him. Snaptrap grins at Galvatron, "Ring your own neck Galvatron. You had the chance to utilize our abilities, instead you as good as excilled us. Now you learn the error of your ways." Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] arrives from Magnaron Lake to the north. Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] has arrived. Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] rockets in, everything under detailed surveillance. Yellow Lamborghini Countach has left. Yellow Lamborghini Countach ambles up into the cockpit. Exterminatius raises a tentacle to halt the advance by the Sharkticons escorting prisoners Polaris and Arachnae. Floating his way back towards the prisoners, Exterminatius moves towards the newest candidate for Trial, one of his own prisoners. Expecting more out of this one, he summons a full dozen troops to provide escort for Galvatron. "Take him to the Trial! It will not be long until we have seen the end of this one!" Adjudicanis shifts around quickly in one fluid motion, stopping on his emotionless judgement face. Jetfire receives a radio transmission from Compile. Hardstrike gets out a few words as he glances around. His armor is more than just gone...its obliterated. Most of his parts are exposed, and circuits sizzle. " Wha...." he mutters, " Where..." Polaris smirks faintly, shifting nearer Arachnae as well, and turning his back slightly to her. "It rarely does. I don't suppose those wings of yours are sharp and strong enough...?" He trails off, not really needing to finish the question. "I'm in a bad way, but I might actually be able to do something if I had my hands free." He winces again, but less severely; apparently that acid of Exterminatius' is starting to wear off. From Jetfire, Ultra Magnus receives a radio transmission. "Oh, about..." Mercy glances over at the pit of Sharkticons as she hacks at Strat's bonds. "Two hundred thousand to one. Not bad," she adds lightly as she works fast. Arachnae lifts a brow, optics glittering with a slight less tough of that feral nature, "Wings? NO. Talons.." She scowls as she works to get her forearm blades to unsheath. "Blades I have a pleanty, but I cant get at my own bonds. Think you can?" Snaptrap says, "Alert prisoners, further attempts at escape will lead to being considered threats." Albionus heads a little away from the main area of the court, going back to studying the results of his medical scans. Not interested, no, no, no.. has some merit... no, no...ooooh, now /that's/ interesting. From Jetfire, Ultra Magnus transmits a message via radio to Compile. Stratosphere looks and chuckle s"Just the way I like them." he says as he lowers his voice to a whisper. Hardstrike eyes in the blurred distance movements of his comrades, and begins to painfully scoot over, a few inches at a time, rasping coughs being all that escape his list. Springer would blush if he could, but instead just winks at Mercy. Springer smirks at Stratosphere with a wide grin. "I'd say getting better by the moment." Adjudicanis looks back at Galvatron and cannot be slightly taken aback by the sheer... force? Stupidity? Foolishness? that Galvatron emits. Bobbing his head/body, he observes the Decepticon leader as Exterminatius orders him placed in the proper location to be dealt with by Quintesson Justice. "Galvatron... the charges against you is rebelling against your owners and theft of our factory. How do you plead?" he emits in a low rumble, certainly pleased to see such a fine example of robots gone wrong being brought to justice. The situation: Crankshaft is dead. Various Autobots and Decepticons are standing, awaiting trial. Adjudicanis is observing from a rather tall construct along with Chronocoicus, who is observing and recording everything. Exterminatius and Destranis are tending to the prisoners. No doubt not in a very kind way. Arachnae and Polaris are nearby, awaiting to die after Galvatron. Galvatron is being led up to the construct at the side of the Magnaron Sea in order to be fed to the Sharkticons. Mercy freezes, the sword held between her hands, which still remain behind her. She glances down at Springer for orders or advice or... hell, anything. When Strat whispers, she gives him a surprised look. "Them?" she hisses, slanting a glance at Galvatron and Arachnae. Then her medic training kicks in and she nods. "Never let your morals get in the way of doing what's right," she mutters. Stratosphere looks at her and nods. Hardstrike gets over to Mercy, Springer and Stratosphere, and stops. He can take no more movement, and a thin trail of his bodily fluids can be seen from the pile of molten metal he had been laying it. Stratosphere mutters to Mercy, "... them.... are... and... be... these creatures..." Polaris glances up as Snaptrap issues a threat, shaking his head slightly at Arachnae. He strains against his bonds again futilely, not finding any more give to them than when he initially tried. He does manage to back up against Arachnae until they're nearly pressed together, grasping one of the bonds between his hands and giving a slight, testing tug on it. He increases the pressure gradually, attempting to hide what he's doing, but it still doesn't seem to be very effective. "I think we'd better come up with some other options." Springer moves his freed arms around his body and positions his arm blaster at Stratosphere's energy bonds and takes them out with one quick shot. "You were saying?" He grins widely as he looks over at Mercy. "My sword please." Mercy calmly, as if there weren't a gazillion Sharkticons out there, she nods at Strat and takes the sword to Hardstrike's bonds as subtly as possible. When that is done, she gives it back to Springer with a grateful look. "Now what?" she mutters. Arachnae finds herself back to back with a bot. Not where she had planned on spending her evening. HEr wings, mangled as they are, slide out slightly to give some cover to her own struggles towrench wrists around, forcing her fingers to curve up with talons and forearm blades, "Slide to the left." she hisses softly, "Think I can get a blade in there, but you'll get cut." a warning Galvatron is pushed onto the plank over the abyss, but only glances down momentarily, before locking eyes with Adjudicanis. He wants to rush forward and strike the judge-like Quintesson, but Exterminatius and the Sharkticons nearby block his path. "You are going to be the last to die...Quintesson judge...and I will be your executioner..." he utters darkly, then raises his voice, "If I am to be judged, then let it be known that Galvatron is guilty! Guilty of the most wanton Decepticon gains...the most horrid of Decepticon acts...because that is what I was created to be. So kill me if you wish, Quintesson, but the Decepticons will most definately hold you responsible!" Stratosphere smiles and looks "Now play stupid and all." and he waits "We are gonna have to time this just right." and he says this so that the 4 bots can hear him only. "Now, were is the Calvary." and he smiles and mutters to the three bots. Stratosphere mutters to Mercy, "Can... you... He'll... that." Stratosphere mutters to Springer, "... you... that." Stratosphere mutters to Hardstrike, "... grab... cannon... want..." Mercy slides Strato a look that says plainly, 'Are you certain?' after Galvatron lists his deeds. "No!" she hisses back. "Save him, but don't arm him!" Devastator . o O (Mixmaster: If we side with the Quintessons, we might be spared... and given Crystal City... Ooooh! SHINEY!) Springer puts the sword on his back, for now. "First things first. Hardstrike is in bad shape. He'll need transport. Can you fly Stratosphere?" Hardstrike sits up, wincing, slightly. " Get me a rifle, and I'll be fine. I can keep my..." He coughs, and a part that Mercy knows shouldn't be couged up in a mass of mech fluid comes out in just that. "....own. " Polaris doesn't hesitate or think twice about it, despite the warning. He's already had his fair share of pain today, so a little more isn't going to matter, when it comes to a life or death situation. He shifts to the left, lowering a bit to allow Arachnae to work the blade between his bonds. Stratosphere looks "I know what that cannon can do. It can level this whole area if he wanted to. That might be the only way to survive this. It's a chance and we have to take it." and he smile s"Of course. I am fast and I can fly." Devastator . o O (Hook: If they kill off Galvatron, does that mean someone's going to rebuild him as some kind of Super Megatron?) O o . Targetuing lasers converge on Mercy, Springer and Stratosphere, "Warning issued, continued escape attempt in progress. Termination imminent." Hack descends from the Sky above Magnaron Abyss above. Hack has arrived. Devastator ** Scrapper: "But.. then We'll have to serve those tentacled crooks and..Crystal City you say? where do i sign? "*** Galvatron takes a minor step back to the edge... Mercy winces as she looks at Hardstrike, knowing there is little enoughs he can do. Regardless, she sidles towards him and tries to...just sort of...hover protectively. But she doesn't move after that, trying to appear as harmless as possible. Stratosphere looks "Busted..." Shockwave rapidly transforms from space-cannon to robot mode. Arachnae freezes, blade wedged into Polaris bonds, "Don't.. move." she warns upon hearing the city issue its warning. "Not until I give a signal.. Just.. don't.. move.. " Devastator . o O (Mixmaster: I think if he's rebuilt as Megatron, we do away with the Sweeps and Cyclonus. That way we appear loyal to the new Megatron...) Adjudicanis bobs his head/body for a moment and listens to Galvatron's words for a few brief moments. He turns and looks to Chronoicus for a moment as if seeking unspoken advice. He shifts back to glance at Galvatron as he stands on the plank which will spell his doom. "Ahhhh ha ha ha ha... ahhhh, yes. I'm sure that the Decepticons will find my responsible for my death. Ahhh, but I cannot take full credit. Your existance is thanks to ussss... and it was only a matter of time before we reclaimed our possessions." He now considers the judgement. Whether it be spite, or because Quintesson judgements (aside from the punishment) is completely random (bingo), Adjudicanis says quite simply, "I have reached a verdict. In-ocent." He nods to Exterminatius, "The punishment is death." Devastator . o O (Mixmaster: Let's not jump in just yet. We want them to kill a few Autobots...) Devastator o O (Scrapper: "i'll finaLLY GET MY CUSHY OFFICE!!!!!!...") And at that moment there is a searing thunderclap and an explosion, as a powerful blast strikes the podium not far from the judges. Not close enough to hit, but definitely close enough to rattle. And on the heels of the detonation comes a violet blur, rocketing in even as Galvatron is pushed to the edge, and starts to topple... but is stopped. Stopped by a hovering, one-opticed, violet Decepticon... perhaps the last 'Con you'd expect to -save- Galvatron. Shockwave. In a thunderous monotone, Shockwave speaks, "Decepticons and Autobots: SCRAMBLE!" Chronoicus looks at Adjudicanis and doesn't say or do anything. He lost a face for acting out in the past on his own wishes. His emotionless face just stares blankly back at Adjudicanis without a response. He just documents the trial as it goes on along with whatever is going on around them at the moment. Space Fighter [Cyclonus] comes flying in from above, banking hard then moving into a corkscrew towards the ground, laying confusing cover fire as he does so, attempting to confuse those on the ground long enough for Shockwave to make the rescue. Hack lets the others do all the hero work. Hack simplely stays up in the air a bit behind the others and draws out his Handgun and flicks the switch to EMP mode... he just sits back and aims at whoever is dumb enough to fly up after him. From Jetfire, All of the sudden, there's a loud sound and along with the loud sound there's a very particular Autobot in the form of Jetfire. "Drop us down, Jetfire," a voice speaks up and as the flying Autobot makes a pass a figure jumps out of it. This all coincedes with Shockwave's arrival. "For Cybertron!" Ultra Magnus yells as he lands, his missiles ready. "It's time to get our people back. Get any Transformers you see free from these monsters. And... smack the monsters around in the process." Magnus states. Ultra Magnus climbs down out of the cockpit. Ultra Magnus has arrived. Polaris remains perfectly still, waiting for Arachnae's signal before he actually does anything, even after shots start flying around. Yellow Lamborghini Countach climbs down out of the cockpit. Yellow Lamborghini Countach has arrived. Black Countach climbs down out of the cockpit. Black Countach has arrived. Inferno climbs down out of the cockpit. Inferno has arrived. Ultra Magnus receives a radio transmission from Countdown. Hellfire and brimstone reek from the scarlet and chrome figure as it explodes from the hatchway of Jetfire. It is Inferno in all his glory, falling to the ground with a thunderous *CRUNCH* as the steel ground warps under the impact. The head of a local Sharkticon warps as well, victim of a hellish blow from the firefighter's axe. Instantly, his optics are alight on the crowd, his booming drawl penetrating the air... "AUTAHBOTS!!!" *WHAM!* "Let's MOOOOOOVE!!!" Shade has disconnected. Shade has connected. Spider moves south to the Southern Highway. Spider has left. Yellow Lamborghini Countach rolls out of Jetfire's cargo bay accompanied by it's black and red twin. Sunstreaker transforms in mid air, his rifle appearing in his hands, "Time for a surprise you slimeballs!" *ZAK ZAK ZAK ZAK ZAK* His rifle erupts, firing streams of protons towards the Quintesson forces below him. The yellow Lamborghini shifts and transforms into Sunstreaker. That is one sexy Autobot. Chronoicus vanishes out of reality. Chronoicus has left. Ultra Magnus transmits a message via radio to Countdown. Devastator comes trudging in, following the Decepticon rescuers, "Devastator will not Scramble, Devastator will DEVASTATE!!" with that, the not so jolly green giant begins charging Sharks and Quints alike "MRRRAAAAHHRRRR" Black Countach exits Jetfire's hatch with a squeal of his tires. He smacks a few stray Sharkticons as he drives forward, then transforms and opens up with his plasma rifle. "Sideswipe and Sunstreaker: Saving your aft seven days a week," he remarks, grinning back at his brother briefly. The black lambourghini countach transforms into a large Autobot, recognizable as Sideswipe. Chronoicus has arrived. [Within Trokius] Overbite vanishes out of reality. As you look, Stratosphere alters, shakes, transforms and grows into an extremely large blue Valkyrie VF-19 that has hypercritical (forward-swept) wings. Before you, is a large blue Valkyrie VF-19 . It shakes and shrinks into the Autobot known as Stratosphere. Albionus has left. Albionus enters the city form of Trokius. Sharkticon Horde march behind Albionus. Sharkticon Horde has left. Sharkticon Horde enters the city form of Trokius. [Within Trokius] The Quintesson Shuttle is now unlocked. [Within Trokius] Albionus boards the Beticus. Quintesson Shuttle makes their way out of the city form of Trokius. Quintesson Shuttle has arrived. Quintesson Shuttle moves north to the Magnaron Lake. Quintesson Shuttle has left. Destranis has left. Destranis enters the city form of Trokius. [Within Trokius] Destranis twitches a few times as he flutters into the room. Quintesson Shuttle arrives from Magnaron Lake to the north. Quintesson Shuttle has arrived. Albionus disembarks from the Beticus. Albionus has arrived. Arachnae's frame tenses at the proclaimation by the Head Squid of Galvatrons innocence, "There's a first." As she murmurs, there is a sudden explosion heralding the duel pronged rescue attempts. Her optics go emerald as she lets out a silent snarl, twisting her entire frame to one side in order to slice through Polaris bonds with blade and talons alike. Letting out a soft, "Now!", the she-sweep snaps her damaged wings out over her momentary compatriot to offer a moments cover in order for him to finish getting free. The sudden movement, the spin then the snap sends her back to her knees, systems simply shutting back down as the stim given that woke her up ceases to function. A shake of her head and she falls into a heap, missing the rescue and everything else as she is finally granted peace from the damages taken. Stratosphere looks up at the arrival of the back up, Stratosphere yells "NOW, MOVE NOW!!!!!" and as he does, he transforms and opens his hatches "MOVE PEOPLE!!!!!" and he waits as he makes sure to fly right pass Nae, Polaris and Galvy for pick up. At this moment, he fires his engines and races for the captured that is near by, hoping Mercy can grab them as well as Springer. "The Cannon, DON'T FORGET THE CANNON!!!" as he fires off blasts from his weapons at Sharkticons. "Mercy, Free Galvatron and give him his Cannon. Galvatron, feel free to shot me later, but feel free to take out those Quints...." and he flies forward and has his Cargo Bay doors open for anyone who wants out and to fight, or shot or whatever. As you look, Stratosphere alters, shakes, transforms and grows into an extremely large blue Valkyrie VF-19 that has hypercritical (forward-swept) wings. Mercy springs into action, mouth set into a thin line. She sprints towards Galvatron, scooping up his cannon on the way. She doesn't say a damned word - it's all in her eyes. But she jerks Galvatron from the edge - Shockwave or no - and hands him the...Okay, no she doesn't. She all but shoves the cannon into Galvatron's chest. "Take them out, not us," she snaps, not liking this particular gem of Strat's idea, but obeying nonetheless. Thens he sturns to see if any of the other prisoners need her help.... Polaris strains against his bonds again as Arachnae snaps the first of them, and eventually they give way under the pressure, snapping in sequence. He moves into action immediately, grabbing Arachnae none-too-gently and tossing her into the air above him. A split-second later, he launches into a transformation, a hatch on the top of his shuttlecraft mode opening up to catch Arachnae as he rises in the air, the few weapon systems that he has that aren't damaged priming themselves. Polaris leaps into the air, flipping backwards as his body immediately begins to go into transformation-induced contortions with accompaniment by that neat G1 TF sound. Within a matter of seconds, a large advanced concept space shuttle is left hovering in the air. Arachnae has left. Polaris takes Arachnae. Hardstrike has left. Valkyrie VF-19 takes Hardstrike. Springer grabs Hardstrike and throws him into the waiting open door on Stratosphere. He then drags himself in as well as Stratosphere takes off. He leans up against the wall, taking pot-shots at Sharkticons from the open door. He helps transformers into Stratosphere as he swings by to pick them up. "We have everybody now?" Galvatron backs up and poised on the edge of the plank, it seems inevitable to him that death would finally catch up to him. That is until Shockwave pulls up next to him. Galvatron almost smiles at Shockwave, "Ha!" he lets out in surprise, but this time, the Decepticon leader is at a loss for words at what to say to Shockwave. "Turn all our forces onto them..." he suggests, finally. Once his bonds are removed, he takes his cannon and slaps into it's rightful place. "Well? What do you say?" Exterminatius is just about to follow through with Adjudicanis' orders and send Galv fondly into the hungry pit of Sharkticons that await in the abyss. And then all hell breaks loose. Bobbing around blasts from the Cybertronians aimed in his direction, waves of his tentacles are given to issue orders to his Sharkticons. "Cut them off! Do not let them escape! Annihilate the intruders upon our soil!" After the Sharkticons start to heed his word, flowing out of the woodwork once again, Exterminatius starts to drift backwards, away from the fighting. Exterminatius silently moves out of sight. Adjudicanis's moment of triumph is ruined as suddenly the Quintesson base is invaded by the enemy! Adjudicanis is many things, but a tactical warrior he is not. He turns to Exterminatius and bellows, "Destroy them! Fend them off! They cannot be permitted to free the prisoners!" he flails his tentacles madly as the approaching horde of Autobots and Decepticons approaches. He stares up at Devastator in shock and dismay as he hovers backwards off of the tall stage that he was using, "Ahhh, Chronocius, do not forget to mention that the robots, although persistant in their attempts to rebel, will not succeed." Suddenly the prisoners are free! They're escaping! And Exterminatius, his Master of Assassins, has vanished! That jerk! "Ahhh... Seacons! Trokius! Sharkticons! DESTROY THEM!" he shifts to his hate-face. A horde of Sharks advance on the rescuers, as well as Trokius as he begins to blast everyone with his various weaponry. Yes, the prisoners are free, but everyone will die if you stay much longer. [Within Trokius] Galvatron stalks into the room. Albionus has had the good fortune of been slightly out of the main court yard and therefore misses most of the first onslaught. His three-faced head snaps up, though, all tentacles in a sudden writhing mass. His personal forcefield snaps on again, reinforced to full power this time as his personal horde of Sharkticons come rushing over to surround him like Secret Service around Dubya. The odd laser blast glances off his forcefield or blasts one of the Sharkticons, but he remains unharmed as he scoots at full tilt towards his waiting shuttle. Albionus begins retreating, leaving itself vulnerable to parting shots from Inferno, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Ultra Magnus, Hack, Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire], Devastator, Shockwave, Polaris, Mercy, Valkyrie VF-19 , Springer, Nautilator. Galvatron makes their way out of the city form of Trokius. Galvatron has arrived. Galvatron stalks into the room. Nautilator sees the cavalry coming to the rescue and runs towards his brothers "Let's show them the error of their ways Seacon style." the seacon takes aim with his rifle and fires at the rescuers. Magnaron South Tall, mesa-like hills also loom to the south of Magnaron Abyss like a stack of various-sized blocks, made of more pieces of Cybertron's crust displaced by the terrible impact of Unicron's pincer. One of these towering outcroppings still holds a wide, shallow basin, half filled with murky, filthy fluid and chunks of floating debris from the former chemical lake. Like the Abyss itself, the former site of the lake, this basin has been coated with a shiny white finish from a year of chemical and polymer deposits. Contents: Galvatron Large City (Enter Trokius) Albionus Quintesson Shuttle Chronoicus Inferno Sideswipe Sunstreaker Ultra Magnus Hack Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] Devastator Shockwave Polaris Mercy Valkyrie VF-19 Crankshaft Springer Tentakil Adjudicanis Obvious exits: Fly leads to Sky above Magnaron Abyss. North leads to Magnaron Lake. Northeast leads to Magnaron East. Northwest leads to Magnaron West. South leads to Southern Highway. Currently the Abyss is quite a bit different than usual. Where previously there was merely an empty and seemingly bottomless hole in the surface of Cybertron, now there spans a huge lake with yellowish... water? This new sea stretches out over the entire abyss, and is teaming with Sharkticons, anxiously awaiting the chance to serve their Quintesson overlords. Several construcrts have been made around the abyss, looking somewhat like diving boards. As it is clear that nobody would ever wish to swim in a Sharkticon infested pool, it's obvious that they are for one purpose: Executions. Shockwave ducks as a brace of energy bolts sear past him, looking on as Trokius, the Seacons, and the Sharkticons go nuts. "Data indicates a distinct tactical deficiency, milord. I recommend a strategic retreat until we can marshal our forces more efficiently." And with that, he transmits a brief message. Chronoicus floats around and he looks somewhat wide eyed to the events unfolding. He does bow to Adjudicanis's comments and adds them in there along with his own. Not wanting to get caught out in the open he does move slightly, but if he didn't move now his journal making days would be over. It's a hard choice as if he died here who would document the events, but moving would also go against the threads of fate. He's caught up in a tangle now so he does what he must and saves his own thread and moves so it's not cut short and he can continue his work on the Quintesonn Journals. Tentakil pulls out his weapons and starts ti fires at the rescuers, "Thanks for joining us but you're not welcome!" Sharkticons swarm like fire ants as a brilliant arc of stainless steel sweeps through the air, whistling its course as it smacks wetly into the quintesson automaton's bodies. Inferno, standing his ground, yet unable to advance, pummels back the offensive as best as possible, his optics constantly flashing towards the now mustering group of hostages. Between raucous grunts of exertion and the ever present stream of expletives, he shouts to the group once again... "MOVE, MOVE!!!" *SPLAT!* "Autahbots! C'mon! We gots ta MOVE!" In addition to the already present waves of sharkticons threatening to overwhelm the firefighter, blasts from the Seacon tear his direction, peppering him across his chest and staggering him back. This only serves to push the monsters forward, and Inferno further away from his fellows... Sunstreaker lands on the execution platform with a loud CLANG! He sizes up things quickly as befits a veteran Autobot warrior, picking off a few Sharkticons that rush him. The sexy one runs over to Mercy and puts his hand on her shoulder, "You'd better stay close to me!" he says, stealing one of Rodimus' pimp-lines. Galvatron hmmfs, looking out over the Sharkticons and at the fleeing Quintessons, "Very well. But we will be back. And I want the judge for myself. Order all forces to retreat," he says, "Make sure they get the message," he utters darkly, then lifts off into the air. Sideswipe charges towards the prisoners, laying down massive amounts of fire at the Sharkticon hordes as he attempts to keep them off the retreating prisoners. As the shelling from Trokius becomes more intense, the warrior takes cover and continues to lay down fire from there for Inferno and Sunstreaker. He's already damaged from the earlier fight, and doesn't need to deactivate now. Devastator turns as Shockwave gives the signal to retreat. "Devastator follows Shockwave's orders... for now..." Obviously displeased with having to flee, he heads out. Tromping away and such. Valkyrie VF-19 is flying out of there with Hardstrike, Springer, Mercy and anyone else "GET IN IF YOU WANT A FAST EXIT AND COVER MY AFT!!!" he yells to everyone as he flies out "I got wounded on here...." and he retreats out fo the combat. Polaris descends towards the ground, extending his ramp once more to allow any Autobots who want a ride to pile into him. "I'm going to be ghost in about two klicks, so I suggest that anyone who wants to get back in one piece climb in." Stratosphere begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire], Polaris. Albionus has left. Albionus boards the Beticus. Mercy wraps her hands around Sunstreaker's wrist and yanks him away from the gnashing teeth of a Sharkticon. "If I thought it'd get me out quicker," she says back, "I'd hobble myself to you and let you carry me around. Let's GO!" She pulls him towards Polaris as fast as she can possibly go and leaves it to him to give th eparting shots to the Sharkies. "Go, go, go!" [Within Trokius] Exterminatius has disconnected. The Autobot known as Ultra Magnus unleashes every bit of firepower in his body to try and provide a cover for the rest of the Autobots. "Autobots, grab whoever you can and move out! NOW!" he cries out, just as Sharkticons start jumping at him right and left. The Sub-Commander manages to shake them away, this time. "Inferno!" Magnus cries out as he catches sight of the other being overwhelmed and transforms, accelerating towards his fellow Autobot. Springer, from his sniping position inside Stratosphere continues to pick off Sharkticons left and right as they fly overhead. At Stratosphere's announcement, Springer concentrates his firepower on the Sharkticons ahead of them to ensure that there is no one in their way. Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] circles around the area, scanning the area intently, and eventually locates a suitable landing site of which he promptly redirects himself to. Landing roughly, and even bouncing up once or twice at the expense of Jetfire's shock absorbers, the Autobot scientist eventually lands. Afflicted with ever increasing malfunctions, Jetfire's turreted quad mauser laser cannons are unable to function but replacing it comes the pair of GU-11 55mm gun pod the slides out of his weapons port and fires stationary. The boarding hatch has unlocked and opened, the boarding ramp extended and is ready to welcome any potential passengers that might arrive. Quintesson Shuttle moves north to the Magnaron Lake. Quintesson Shuttle has left. [Within Trokius] The apparently empty air before you suddenly shimmers, revealing the form of a massive uncloaking vessel! [Within Trokius] The Quintesson Shuttle is now unlocked. Sunstreaker takes Mercy's comments totally the wrong way, and, grinning, he grabs her and proceed to throw her over his shoulder, caveman/cavewoman style, without the bonking on the head, of course. "Let's move it, Bro!" he makes his way towards Polaris at maximum speed. Adjudicanis hisses as the Transformers make their very quick retreat, "Sharkticons, destroy who you can! But do not leave the area.... ahhh, we got to draw first blood against the robots. We have done enough for one day. Our factory is under /our/ control once again." Who is he trying to convince here. Hovering down the stage he appears on the ground level, pointing at various Transformers, "Sharkticons, swarm that one! And yhe one with him!" he points at Inferno and Magnus. He's not a tactican, so his orders are simple. He's a strategist. Sideswipe covers Mercy and Sunstreaker, walking backwards toward Polaris as he continues to open up on the Sharkticon hordes. "You don't have to tell me twice, bro!" he replies, finally turning and simply firing over his shoulder. Hack mmms Big City like thing... and Seacons... well lets see... what does Hack have going for him he counts outloud to himself, "Point, I know Quint Technology backwards and forwards.... Point, If I could get close enough to Trokius I could try and screw with him... Point, I'd get blasted before I'd even get the chance or mulched like I did inside of Unicron.... Conclustion..... RUN AWAY!!!!" With that little line of thought said, Hack makes a break for it. From inside Stratosphere, Springer finally succombs to his damage. He fires his last shot and collapses inside of him. Wave after wave of sharkticons pile towards the Autobot firefighter like the constant lapping waves of the ocean, teeth gnashing and claws raking. Soon the tide overflows Inferno, his scraped and sheared scarlet form disappearing under the merciless horde. Under the mass, a near feral bellow exudes, and in a herculean effort, limp, tooth-ridden bodies explode from the pile with chunks of ceramic armor laced between ironclad jaws. Energon runs from his lips freely as his axe continues to tirelessly flail, only paused by Ultra MAgnus' shout. Shaking a chewing sharkticon from his arm, the hard charging Autobot starts to backpedal, shouting in return... "Chief!! I got it! Ev'rybody clear!" With that, the backpedal shifts to a full-out sprint, then a transformation, as the fire engine heads straight towards Jetfire... Galvatron starts to fly off, "Shockwave, with me!" he orders, "I'm guessing you have already established a base of operations?" he asks, then pauses to deliver some parting shorts to the hordes to Skarticons below. "Let's go." As quick as flashover, arms and legs retract into the deck and chassis, and the head disappears to form a sparkling 1985 Freightliner E-12, complete with brass bell. Valkyrie VF-19 takes Springer. Shockwave rapidly transforms as well, though he doesn't fire. There'll be plenty to go round another time. "Affirmative. Though our lodgings are not nearly as efficient as Nightsiege, they will serve for the moment..." Shockwave leaps up and transforms into his imposing space-cannon mode. Ultra Magnus receives Inferno's comfirmation, and after watching the fire engine make his gateaway the large car carrier turns around as well, accelerating in the process. To cover his escape, missiles are fired towards any Quintessons in the area. The race continues towards Jetfire. "Jetfire, Stratosphere get ready for the rest of us to go in," he calls out and as he gets closer and closer to any of the flying Autobots that will pick him up, he transforms and releases a few bolts from his rifle. Valkyrie VF-19 picked up whoever needed a lift out and retreated already. Sideswipe has left. Polaris takes Sideswipe. 1985 E-12 Fire Engine has left. Flying Cannon rises upward to the Sky above Magnaron Abyss. Flying Cannon has left. Chronoicus bobbles and heads inside for protection and to finish with these days documents and logs. Galvatron rises upward to the Sky above Magnaron Abyss. Galvatron has left. Chronoicus has left. Chronoicus enters the city form of Trokius. Devastator moves south to the Southern Highway. Devastator has left. Hack moves south to the Southern Highway. Hack has left. Polaris waits until Sideswipe has taken a few last shots at some Sharkticons and made it up the ramp, before retracting and sealing it. He lifts off without further hesitation, his nose turning towards the sky as he rockets up like a arrow, quickly leaving the area. Polaris begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire], Valkyrie VF-19 . Polaris rises upward to the Sky above Magnaron Abyss. Polaris has left. Ultra Magnus begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire], Valkyrie VF-19 . Ultra Magnus has left. Ultra Magnus ambles up into the cockpit. Valkyrie VF-19 rises upward to the Sky above Magnaron Abyss. Valkyrie VF-19 has left. Jetfire retreats from the area swiftly, outdistancing all pursuit and parting shots. Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] rises upward to the Sky above Magnaron Abyss. Super Valkyrie VF-1S [Jetfire] has left.
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