562/The Fate of Junkion Pt 2

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The Fate of Junkion Pt 2
Date of Scene: 26 July 2018
Location: Pillar of Rust - Junkion
Synopsis: The fate of Junkion hangs in balance as the final confrontation over the ununtrium core comes to a conclusion.
Cast of Characters: Blast Off, Prowl, Shockwave, Valour, Hot Rod, Brawl, 108, 112


Prowl has posed:
    Deep below the surface of Junkion is a hot core housed within layers of the rare and powerful ununtrium, a material highly sought after by the two warring factions of Cybertron. Last time, Ravage tried to destroy it, but failed, forcing the Decepticons into retreat. The Autobots have set up a defensive perimeter with sensors and marauder turrets--but of course, if any of Junkion's natives have elected to help guard it too, no one is stopping them. If anyone trips an alarm or alerts the Junkions to their presence, the Autobots are sure to show up quickly.

Wreck-Gar (112) has posed:
    Wreck-gar has elected to stand guard... not just to protect against Decepticons, but to keep an optic on the Autobots as well. He stands vigilant near the entrance to below-ground, axe in hand. His gaze continuously sweeps the area, both above and below.

Shockwave has posed:
The Decepticons kept their word to Wreck-Gar - for a time. Unfortunately, the planet still held a resource that is highly valuable to the Decepticon war effort, not to mention further resource on the part of Shockwave, and so the scientist has once more landed on the planet with troops. This time, however, they elected to touch down some distance away and travel. Shockwave has also brought additional firepower, primarily in the form of Brawl, and a plan. As the Decepticon convoy of equipment works its way toward the tunnels once more, troops under Shockwave's command have infiltrated the underground at various other points, ignoring the main location intentionally.

Shockwave's optic glows as he turns to face the troops still with him, "The Autobots will be thrown into chaos momentarily, but that window will be small. We must strike swiftly to take advantage. It is unlikely that another opportunity will present itself." He turns back toward the wreckage of Junkion and activates his radio:

"Decepticons in position, trip their sensors." And they do. Every single one of them around the core, indicating that the Decepticons are not only attacking, but they're approaching from all over the place. Shockwave waits only briefly, monitoring the data feed from the saboteurs, before gesturing. "Continue advance."

Brawl has posed:
     It's probably just as well Brawl had some time to roll along, accumulating further resentment and agitation from their drop point. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to be following orders from Shockwave. He's been moody and terse and backbiting the whole trip. But he has a job to do, so he's going to do it. Given the signal, the heavily armoured tank advances at a slow yet steady pace, ready to fire at any turrets that inconvenience him.

Prowl has posed:
    As soon as the sensors are tripped, alarms screech, alerting Autobot forces at an orbital station nearby, where Prowl just happens to be at the moment. This doesn't come as a surprise to him, he knew it would only be a matter of time before the Decepticons once again tried to destroy the core. It's not as if something like the safety of an entire planet would stop them from attempting. He takes a unit or two and heads for Junkion immediately to respond to the situation.

    The strategist opens a secure commlink to the Junkions. << Wreck-Gar, proximity alarms near the core have been activated, are you on-site? Any idea what we're up against? >>

    In the meantime, drone turrets swarm around the enemy forces and open fire. It probably won't be enough to keep them back forever, but they were designed to buy time until reinforcements could arrive.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off is here with his Combaticon brother as well, but the shuttle soars high in the sky, keeping an optic out for Autobots but ready to land and transport resources or engage in battle as needed. Unlike Brawl, he doesn't mind being here because it meant SPACE TRAVEL, so Blast Off is actually in a pretty good mood. Well, at least until his scanners tell him of oncoming trouble. "<< Shockwave, I see Autobots approaching. >>" He sends coordinates to the Decepticon leader.

Wreck-Gar (112) has posed:
     As soon as the alarms are tripped, Wreck-gar sends his people into action, telling them to spread out to cover all the areas tripped at once... which is all of them. Once the Decepticons have successfully split Wreck-gar' s forces, the Junkion leader reports in. << I'm on site, alright. are you en route, eagle scout?" Wreck-gar brandishes his age and grins, eagerly anticipating murder.

Shockwave has posed:
Shockwave continues approaching with the rest of the troops and receives Blast Off's transmission. <<Unsurprising, and so it is up to us to take control of this situation. Blast Off, take our swiftest units and intercept them.>> Cutting the transmission, the purple one turns his head toward Brawl. "And now, you can do what you do best, Combaticon. Move ahead of our advance and crush anything that stands between us and the core."

Brawl has posed:
     Brawl doesn't really vocalize that he understands his orders. He believes actions speak louder than words. So the tank picks up speed, blasting and crashing through any obstacle in his path. Gnats. Nothing worthy to hold his wandering attention. Nothing until Brawl spots one of the more formidable looking locals - one with that glint of murder in the optics. Brawl's turret lock on Wreck-Gar... no... that just won't be satisfying. Instead of firing Brawl Transforms and rushes at the axe-wielding native going for a full on tackle.

Prowl has posed:
    << Yes, I'm on my way. >> Prowl confirms, muttering to himself about the fact that Wreck-Gar didn't answer his question about how many hostiles there were. Well he probably just doesn't know. He sees a blip on the scanners that is probably Blast Off.

    << Sir, we've got a Decepticon shuttle circling the area, should we engage? >>
    << No, leave him alone unless he makes a move first. Stay focused on the objective, we can't let them get to the core. >>
    <<Yes, sir.>>

    The dropships move in and deposit Prowl and other ground troops on top of the entry to the tunnels they'd made before. He transforms and speeds down there as quickly as possible. << Wreck-Gar we are on the ground now, approaching your position ETA two breems. Do not let them anywhere near the core. >>

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off /does/ vocalize his orders. << Understood, Sir. >> Blast Off directs available forces to follow as he soars through the sky, arcing down to take aim at the nearest, most formidable-looking foe. Looks like he IS making a move- a move to stop them, or at least delay them while Shockwave and Brawl get 'er done.

Hot Rod has posed:
And guess who else tagged along? Yup, Hot Rod - he's here to further cement his incredible friendship with the Junkions! Of course, only if things turn out in favor of the Autobots, with thanks to Hot Rod. And that's the extent to which someone like Hot Rod ever plans or thinks ahead.

The former Nyonian heads straight towards wherever Wreck Gar is to help him fend off the approaching Combaticon, but is then struck, by Blast Off. "Ugh! " he grumbles, "weren't we supposed to look for someone together?"

Wreck-Gar (112) has posed:
     Wreck-gar thought himself ready for combat, until Brawl suddenly rushes out of the junk stacks and literally tackles Wreck to the ground. "I don't know what you're doing here," Wreck says to his belligerent opponent. "But you're going to die - let's just be clear." As Brawl is too close to hit with the head of his axe, Wreck chokes up his grip and attempts to brain Brawl with the hilt.

Brawl has posed:
     Unfortunately, striking Brawl in the head isn't very useful. The hit connects, and rather than daze the brute, it just encourages more violence. Wasn't Brawl supposed to be advancing on something? A core... or... Eh. There are faces to punch. "You'll be clear when I'm through with ya!" Whatever that means, it's probably supposed to be a threat, if the punching wasn't already an indication.

Shockwave has posed:
With Brawl engaged with Wreck-Gar, Shockwave and the rest of his crew reach the tunnel entrance. He looks behind them, then points. "Continue your descent. It is likely to be automated defenses or drones. Once they are cleared out of the way, proceed with setting up our own defenses and prepare to drill. I will deal with the rest."

He turns away as his troops and workers head down, to fight a glorious off-screen battle with the mighty drones and Junkions and whatever else lies beneath. Probably moles or something. He raises his arm cannon, scanning the horizon for the troops that Blast Off spotted. Seeing nothing, he receives a transmission from one of his scouts: The Autobots were seen going down. Prowl, specifically. <<Understood.>> Turning, Shockwave descends himself, now hunting Prowl. It seems the Autobots were finally serious, sending Prowl instead of Blurr.

Prowl has posed:
    Of course Hot Rod just charges in ahead of everyone. Fully expected. But maybe this time it isn't such a bad idea.

    Well if Shockwave was hunting for Prowl, he gets his wish. As he approaches the core, he spots the Autobot second-in-command heading toward it admist the swarms of turrets and other Decepticon forces. He appears to be making a beeline for Hot Rod and Wreck-Gar, presumably to provide them with some backup.

Blast Off has posed:
It is too bad to have to engage Hot Rod in battle. The shuttle harbors no ill will to the Autobot, but... well. He IS an Autobot. "<< Apologies Hot Rod, but this IS one of those times I'm afraid you picked the wrong side to back up. Now... *Back up* and I will cease attacking. >>" the Combaticon circles around for another barrage of laserfire at Hot Rod and those around him.

Hot Rod has posed:
"<What? No you did>" Hot Rod replies to the Combaticon, muttering. He transforms and approaches Wreck Gar and Brawl, ignoring Blast Off. "Hey!" he yells at Brawl, "who invited you?! You're on the wrong turf, and I'm warning you...."

Wreck-Gar (112) has posed:
    "Get off me, you brute," Wreck-Gar growls. "Or I'll burn you to soot. You may punch me or shoot, but I remain resolute. I'll rip out your heart and sell every part. I will tear you apart and turn your body to art. You should finally say your very last goodbye, because you have clearly come to my home to die." Wreck-Gar brings a spiked knee back to his chest and then tries to kick Brawl off of him, ideally into a pile of jagged-edged junk.

Healthpoint (108) has posed:
     As the purple shuttle fires on Hot Rod, he might notice the glint of light reflecting off of sleek, polished, medical white metal before another glint might catch his attention as a needle-tipped missile that he might be all to familiar with by now soars through the sky. She's a bit late to the party as usual, but Healthpoint will never leave her allies without their combat medic...even if she ends up needing her own services more often than they do. The quad-rotor transport even tries to draw Blast Off's fire. "Come on big guy. I know you can't resist the shine of my big aft!" She doesn't really realize the implications until after she has said it, and she is suddenly glad she is in her vehicle mode.

Shockwave has posed:
Shockwave spots Prowl heading precisely where he does not want him to go, and realizes that he's going to need a sizable distraction to let his troops get moving. He looks toward the fighting, calculates and sends a transmission to his troops - specifically, a trio of heavy armored Decepticons that he had been using to shield the delicate equipment. It was a gamble, taking the defenses away, but speed has suddenly taken priority over safety.

<<Forward guard, divert from escort detail and distract the Autobots before they mire our operation. I will assist,>> he radios. The transmission is acknowledged and the rather beefy Decepticon troops break away from the equipment to go charging at Prowl and the other Autobots, howling with incoherent rage and generally being very loud. This gives the convoy a chance to move the other way and continue down as fast as they can. Shockwave aids by raising his laser arm and firing off shots to send some tunnel debris raining down toward Prowl's team. He is very careful, however, as caving the structure down on everyone is a bad idea.

Valour has posed:
    When Shockwave ordered Blast Off to take the Decepticons' fast assets into battle, Valour transformed and joined the fight. Swooping in low, he now scans the ground for high-value targets. Junkion's resources are necessary for the Decepticons' cause - maybe the only chance to save Cybertron from the Autobots' depravity. If Valour has to die on foreign soil to make that possible, he's prepared - although he'd much prefer to make the Autobots die for THEIR cause, thank you very much!

Brawl has posed:
    "Shaddap! You talk weird." Eloquent, Brawl is not. Brawl was winding up to deliver a large-double fisted blow when Wreck-gar's kick lands solidly into his midsection, indeed, unseating Brawl from his current dance partner. Brawl's arms windmill as he tries to regain balance and he stumbles and crashes NOT into a pile of jagged junk, just an unfortunate Hot Rod who charged in at the wrong moment. It goes without saying that Hot Rod's warnings were missed or just flatly ignored by Brawl - the mech only can focus on so many things at a time!

Prowl has posed:
    Prowl suddenly has pieces of debris falling onto him. "Scrap!" he turns and sees Shockwave with his arm cannon out. As expected. He was beginning to wonder when the big purple would show up. "Shockwave. Of course you would destroy an entire planet for the sake of your own gain. But I won't let you sacrifces these natives for your war campaign." he says, leveling his weapon at the scientist.

    He notes the heavies headed for the core and opens a commlink to the team. << Three heavies headed for the core now, do -not- let them get through, I repeat, do -not- let them get through. >>

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off is having a perfectly nice day raining down destruction upon Hot Rod and Co. when he hears a familiar voice speak up... something about.. shiiny afts. WHAT. The shuttle is immediately in a flustered fit of denial and protest, << EXCUSE ME, I do not- how dare you- I would NEVER!->> You insult his HONOR! However, as he's all flustered about his reputation (?) as a gentlemech, that provides Healthpoint the perfect opportunity to strike a hit- sending the shuttle careening down from the sky. <<ARRRGh..I DON'T!->> He isn't able to continue his stuttering, sputtering protests, however, as he crash lands on the ground with a KA-BOOM.

Hot Rod has posed:
He didn't even get to finish yelling at the Combaticon before the giant brute so rudely SITS on him. "Agh! " He falls over backwards, toppled by Brawl and now leaking fluid mildly. "<Damn you Blast Off you distracted me!>" His hand switches out for a blade, and he attempts to stick Brawl in the aft so the heavyweight will get off of him.

He scoffs at Healthpoint. "Fashionably late, huh? Well, that's convenient especially when people might be DYING -- " and he glances over at Prowl, squinting. "Wasn't he in the repair bay the last time I saw him? Like aren't you supposed to be monitoring him or something??"

Wreck-Gar (112) has posed:
    "I appreciate your enthusiasm to join the party," Wreck-Gar says to Hot Rod, standing and spinning his axe menacingly. "Though I'll say this time you're a bit tardy." Smiling ominously at Brawl, Wreck-Gar continues, "Don't bother to get up. I like this setup. Hot Rod offers to be your chair, but soon your body'll be everywhere. I'll split your head open with my ax, and you'll see why they call us maniacs." Wreck-Gar swings his blade at Brawl's useless noggin.

Shockwave has posed:
"An unnecessary action," replies Shockwave as he takes the shots, stepping aside before he gives Prowl more free hits, "Were your Autobots no less eager, Prowl. Still, you know as well as I--" He aims his arm cannon again, intending to keep Prowl pinned down here at least for a time, "--that this banter is pointless." He opens fire.

Valour has posed:
    Valour sees Blast Off crash-land into the Junk terrain, and winces internally. THAT's gotta hurt. Unwilling to stand by and allow someone to simply take down a Decepticon officer like that without repercussions, Valour banks around and locks onto the medic. Normally Valour wouldn't engage medical personnel in combat, but this Autobot just took out a Combaticon, and therefore has made herself a target. << You'll not get your hands on this planet's resources! >> Valour transmits. << Your tyranny dies here, Autobot! >> Valour swoops down, firing his wing-lasers.

Brawl has posed:
    Brawl had no intention of styaing down, so a blade in the aft wasn't his sole motivator to get moving. Threatened by blades at both ends, Brawl does something he rarely does - attempts to dodge. THe COmbaticons hussles to roll off to the side, avoiding having some of his armour carved up on his rear, but Wreck-gar manages to catch him with a punishing blow of the axe. Not exactly through the head, as planned (not that it would have made much difference), but along Brawl's flank, leaving a dirty gash in his usually sturdy armour. This catches Brawl somewhat off guard, startling the less-than-bright mech and he only manages to get to a partially crouched position before bringing out a gun and firing hither and thither indiscriminately hoping to hit either Wreck-Gar or Hot Rod or anything that moves.

Prowl has posed:
    As long as there are others around to hear it, the banter isn't pointless, actually. Prowl has to sound like he's doing the right thing by his people and by the Junkions, too. "I won't let you do this." He says, determination in his voice even as he gets shot by Shockwave, and then Brawl, stumbling backward a bit. He keeps glancing at the rest of the defensive teams, trying to keeps tabs on whether they're able to keep the Cons away from the core or not, preparing himself to disengage from Shockwave quickly and do what he can to help without getting shot in the back. For now though, he just keeps firing at the scientist, suddenly strafing left in an attempt to flank him.

Shockwave has posed:
Shockwave is unable to get out of the way of Prowl's strafing, taking the shots while taking the time to examine the environment. About this time, he receives a transmission from his team, indicating that they've managed to reach the core.

<<Begin extraction procedures,>> he transmits back, looking toward Prowl. "I do not recall asking for your permission, Autobot," he says evenly. He does not open fire on Prowl - not directly - and instead fires again on the ceiling around them. This time, though, he isn't trying to bring debris down on Prowl. He's trying to cut Prowl off. Successful or not, he moves as swiftly as he can deeper into the tunnel to help his team, radioing to the Decepticons:

<<I require a distraction to occupy Prowl, or he will disrupt our operations.>>

Blast Off has posed:
Hot Rod, for his troubles, will just get a loud HUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF over the radio in response. A somewhat staticy one since Blast Off's currently a bit... distracted himself. However, after a time, the shuttle's systems clear out the stun effects and come back online. With another loud huff, the Combaticon gets airborne again and heads towards the entrance of a tunnel, landing so that Decepticon soldiers can begin loading ununtrium in his cargo bay. << Hurry up>>, he grumbles.

Valour has posed:
    After bravely firing on a medic, Valour spies Blast Off recovering and moves to escort the Combaticon to the extraction site. Once there, Valour transforms and helps load up transport - he's not above doing gruntwork to help the Decepticon cause. << Sir, yes sir! >> he replies to the order to hurry, and redoubles his efforts.

Wreck-Gar (112) has posed:
    Wreck-Gar is briskly blasted back by Brawl's blistering barrage. A delighted smirk curls up one side of the Junkion leader's face. While hefting his blade in one hand, Wreck slowly draws a laser blaster of his own with the other. "Maybe it's time to slow things down," he suggests. "Before I run you out of town." Adjusting his stance slightly, Wreck-Gar stands stock-still and aims coolly before firing a blast at Brawl's center mass.

Hot Rod has posed:
"Dammit!" Hot Rod cries, when he sees the Decepticons peeling off and heading towards the tunnel. "Wreck Gar, we gotta stop them, they're taking the ununtrium." And then Brawl starts firing randomly, and somehow, he gets strafed by one of his shots. "Slag.." he grumbles. He transforms, and drives after the Decepticons, but in the process intentionally sideswipes Brawl in an attempt to bowl him over.

Brawl has posed:
    Brawl had taken the time he earned himself with his spread of bullets to get himself standing at his full height once more. The mech isn't down! Nope! He bangs on his chest and hollers, getting ready to charge at Wreck-Gar once more. Only to get scored with a decelerator laser and then sideswiped by Not Sideswipe, but the other reddish hot shot. Brawl staggers but manages to stay standing. Well. And he's not too pleased with being given the hit-and-run treatment. "WHERE YA GOING YOU PUNK!?" Brawl hollers at Hot Rod and fires at the mech as he speeds off. Wreck-Gar is standing still, so, he can just... get back to him after.

Prowl has posed:
    As Shockwave's mining crew start to drill into the core with specialized equipment, the rare metal starts to melt and destabilize, the orb beginning to glow a bright orange color. Prowl's optics widen. "Frag!" he curses, as pieces of shipwrecks and other defunct structures fall down in front of him. He transforms and tries to drive past them, getting buffeted and nearly crushed along the way. He barely manages to get through, glaring at Hot Rod and Wreck-Gar. "What are you doing, stop them!" he shouts, aiming a missile toward the crew. But then he thinks better of it...not a lot is known about this stuff, he probably shouldn't risk letting it come in contact with explosives when it's at such high temperatures. Hmmmm....his optics scan the area, searching for something...he sees Blast Off already loading up with what they've already managed to extract. "Damn it..." he mutters, and starts toward one of the drills the Autobot team had come down here with originally, but hadn't used after learning the possible repercussions of doing so...

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off replies, << Excellent. >>, to Valour as his cargo bay is loaded. It does mean that at the moment, Blast Off isn't firing at anyone. Nope, just sittin' here, getting a bunch of very nice natural resources, ayep. Nothin' to see here Autobots, move along..... << Once I'm at capacity I shall get airborne before these Autofools can meddle further... >>.

Valour has posed:
    Valour loads as quickly as he can. He nods at Blast Off's orders. "You take off, sir," he says. "I'll stay behind and cover you." Valour loads up the last of the harvested materials and steps back away from Blast Off. "Ready, sir!" Arming his arm-lasers, Valour turns from the Combaticon... and seeks out Prowl.

Wreck-Gar (112) has posed:
    Wreck-Gar frowns as Brawl ignores him to fire on Hot Rod. "Hello," he asks. "Did you forget who you were fighting? Let me remind you with something more inviting." Wreck-Gar reaches back and pulls out his shield... and then has to brace himself as the ground shudders as the planet's core reacts. He throws out his hands to steady himself - and then his optics narrow in rage. "What have you done?" he bellows. "I'm bringing my gun!" Shield on one arm, laser on his hand, he leaves Brawl behind and descends beneath the surface.

Hot Rod has posed:
"What do you think I'm d--" And then he gets shot by Brawl. By now, the young flameo is pretty beat up, and losing steam. His spoiler is crooked (again), his hood is crushed in and he's leaking everywhere. "Give me a nano-second," He mutters, "I'll be right there, I swear.. just gotta take care of what's holding me back first..." He accelerates then does a donut, opening fire his attacker. "Heh, guess, it's just you and me now.."

Brawl has posed:
     "I ain't forgot you!" Brawl snaps at Wreck-gar, waving his gun at the Junkion. And then the ground shakes, and Brawl nearly drops his weapon. Good thing none of his fellow COmbaitocns were there to see him fumble with a weapon like a newb. By the time Brawl recovers his electron gun he's under fire by Hot Rod. "Oh so ya didn't just run off like a cowardly Autobrat!" Brawl hollers as he steps forward, returning fire at the Nyonian. But... even he can tell that sticking around when the ground is shaking isn't the wisest decision. Brawl begins moving towards a retreat. A tactical retreat, mind!

Prowl has posed:
    Now, ideally for the Decepticons, they would've had plenty of time to get off the planet after slowly extracting most of the ununtrium from the core. But, Prowl isn't going to stand for allowing them to get their hands on even one drop of it, not to mention an entire shuttle load. Yes, Autobot Operations knows exactly what the Decepticons know about it--even a little bit of it has the potential to tip the balance of the war. Turn the tables. That's exactly what Prowl -doesn't- want. Not without the Autobots having the ability to even the odds....

    So it's a good thing the mining equipment they'd had set up from before is still here and still ready to go. He activates one of the drills, pushing it into overdrive. Suddenly the core is destabilizing twice as fast as it was before as the system starts to funnel the molten metal to the surface. << All units, evacuate -now-, the core is unstable. >> As for himself, he aims a missile at Blast Off, hopefully before he can get away with the cargo.

Wreck-Gar (112) has posed:
    Wreck-Gar runs down the cavern, spotting Prowl drilling into the core - destabilizing the planet itself. A sense of betrayal overwhelms him, and he grips his ax, fury in his optics. "You promised to defend us, and now you upend us! You gave us your word, you lying bastard!" Gripping his blade in both hands, Wreck-Gar charges the drill, leaping into the air to try to bring his ax down into the Autobot he feels deceived him and broken Hot Rod's promise.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off's engines are starting to rev, ready for liftoff, when Prowl launches a missile. Of course, the shuttle is a bit of a sitting duck on the surface. He has wheels, teeny tiny little wheels, but that's about it. <<GAH!!>> He's hit full force, knocking him back some, and doing enough damage to destroy some of the cargo along his injured fuselage. However, he's still flight capable, Prowl didn't do enough damage to take him out. Nor destroy all the cargo. So, looks like the Cons might be the only ones with some resources to show for this round if the rest is detroyed. HA, see, Junkions? That's what you get for trusting those Autofools!

<< Alright, Valour, clear the area... I'm getting out of here. >> White icy smoke billows forth as the shuttle's wings shift elevons and beging take-off. Then with a ROAR, the injured, but not out, shuttle takes to the sky- and space itself, where few can follow him easily.

Valour has posed:
    Valour runs to the surface, keeping pace with Blast Off as long as he can, trying to shield the Combaticon from further attack. When Blast Off breaks atmosphere, Valour peels off, going to join one of the other transports as they take off, leaving Junkion behind.

Hot Rod has posed:
Well, it seems that Brawl is going to leave him alone for now, but the planet is now shaking? "What the hell...?" he mutters, and follows Wreck Gar now that he isn't being attacked.

Soon, he comes upon the Junkion and the subcommand, and sees that Prowl is putting the drill into overdrive.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" he stammers, "NO!! You'll destroy the entire planet!" He rushes forward and desperately tries to shut the drill down. "D-dammit...!" He ignores Prowl's order to evacuate.

Brawl has posed:
    Good thing Brawl was already getting ready for a retreat. Because as things really begin to unravel, even Brawls' limited sense of self preservation gets him moving. He charges out into the open where of course his fellow Combaticon will be waiting - or blowing icy smoke in its wake. Curses! Brawl spews profanities out loud and via radio to Blast Off as he races to the next closest ship - which is a an uncomfortable distance when the very planet one is running upon is about to explode. Or implode. Those details matter little to Brawl. Nor do the lives of any natives that might get in his path while trying to get to one of the other Decepticon ships.

Prowl has posed:
    "Sorry Wreck-Gar, but we can't lose this war." Prowl states, without any sort of actual sincerity to it. "Maybe you should've gotten more of your friends to help defend this place."

    The axe comes down, sending him to his knees, but he just transforms as soon as he can recover and hightails it back up the passage for the surface even as the entire planet begins to tremble violently. The Junkion's efforts to stop the drill are successful, although it probably wasn't all that necessary, given it would have been destroyed in the coming inferno. Burning gases and other material start to spew out of the core and flood the cavern and beyond, quickly spurting up toward the surface like volcanoes. The dropships, which had been waiting in orbit, descend to pick up the partially filled reservoirs along with any remaining Autobot forces and take off back to Cybertron with them.

Wreck-Gar (112) has posed:
    Wreck-Gar realizes his planet is lost. Retrieving his axe, he stomps past Hot Rod, giving him a death glare. Wreck-Gar trusted him, and now all is lost. Wreck-Gar and Rum-Maj gather as many Junkions as they can into a giant spiral ship, which detaches from the planet just before it's destroyed. As he watches the end of his homeworld, Wreck-Gar's already tenuous thread of sanity snaps. In the depths of his mind, only one clear directive remains: revenge.

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