| Battleground: Polyhex 10 | |
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| Date of Scene: | 27 March 2019 |
| Location: | Polyhex |
| Synopsis: | Decepticons take on Polyhex and it turns into (un)friendly fire and tank on tank action. |
| Cast of Characters: | Blast Off, Prowl, Brawl, Warpath, Goth |
- Prowl has posed:
The Autobots have been expecting a Decepticon assault on their Polyhex territory soon, so when a sizeable force is detecting approaching quickly, it doesn't come as a surprise. Alerts are blaring, and Prowl is busy directing his own personnel toward a successful defensive strategy. Warpath is leading the ground forces today, and he's a good candidate for it, too.
<< Warpath, get down on the ground -now-. Don't let them get close. >> He keys commands into a terminal in the forward base's command center, deploying drones toward the enemy's position.
- Warpath has posed:
<< It's about WHAM time! >> The soldier responds, even as his heavy footsteps echo around the fortifications. << Was starting to get bored! >> The troops are getting on the field, and Warpath glances up towards the shuttle. It's a bit out of range of his main cannon, so he deploys a seconary hardpoint over his shoulder and angles it towards the shuttle. It's probably some sort of rangefinding device.
Of course, this is Warpath. His idea of a 'laser rangefinger' is one that shoots an actual laser to measure the distance.
- Brawl has posed:
Yes, the enemy is moving in fast. Brawl isn't with the ground assault as one might expect. Instead, he's got that priveleged spot of a COmbaticon up with his Sub-Commander. Not fearing gravity, probably because he doesn't fully understand it, Brawl waits for Blast Off's shuttle doors to open. As the wind begins whipping at his bulky frame, Brawl leaps out, arms wide. Looks like Brawl is taking flying lessons! However, they aren't dodging lessons as he takes a hit from those meddlesome drones.
Brawl isn't the most aerodynamic fellow out there. Heck, he wouldn't even know what the word meant. But he manages to travel on a steady course until he slams into the base, grappling with the structure itself. There was method to this madness, as the trajectory was meant to have him arrive at a potentially critical location, which Brawl begins to wail on. He can't see well, thanks to those annoying drones, but he doesn't need to when the target is this large. He just... can't confirm that he ended up where he was supposed to.
- Goth has posed:
This is way too much explosive and fire carrying Autobot's here for his liking, and he was already instantly regretting his decision to help in this, he just wanted to turn around and go back, but they were already committed! He'd suck in a vent, and cringe, bracing himself for what was to come.
Unfortunately he was unable to avoid the cloud of some that came from the explosions of the drones down below him; that was now clouding his optics. "<<Aaahg! Blasted-freaking.. Arhg, I suppose I should be at least glad I'm not /paralyzed/ this time around..>>" He'd take a sharp drive trying to get at gain least some sort of focus on the base, squinting threw the smoke that was blinding his optics. "<<Sending you data.>>" He'd chirp after performing a sharp spin over the base.
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off comes in fast, thrusters hurtling the purple and brown shuttle at breakneck speed towards the base. It's not enough to keep one of those drones from striking him, sending some confusion to his sensor array, but he is able to evade the laserfire coming up from below. He opens up his cargo bay to allow Brawl out (just don't tell him tanks can't fly, ok?). He receives the data from Goth but murmurs, "<< In a moment, but first things first... >>"
He's spotted Prowl over there, and that's become his first priority. Only slowing down a fraction of a second, the shuttle seems intent on ramming the Autobot as he hurtles right towards him. However, at the last second, the Combaticon transforms, crashing into the terminal and using his heat shields to keep debris from his face until his body can come to a stop and stand on solid ground. He wags a black finger towards Prowl's face. "Na-uh uh, Prowl, you don't play nice. So, neither will we." Suddenly his whip is out and cracking towards the Autobot second-in-command, seeking to stun him.
- Prowl has posed:
Prowl sees Blast Off coming long before he even gets close, and ducks into an open freight elevator, avoiding the whip. "Whoever told you that war would be nice is terribly delusional." he states calmly. "I'm surprised you've actually gathered the courage to get this close to me, Blast Off. But courage isn't always -wise-."
Pulling out a rifle, he fires straight at the shuttlemech's head.
- Warpath has posed:
Tanks are not aerodynamic. This is a fact of life. They're also heavy, as are the mechs that turn into them usually. So Brawl slamming into the defenses from above is, needless to say, hard to miss. And very loud.
Warpath turns his head towards the ruckus that's not being caused by him. << We've got CLANG 'nother one comin' in Prowl!>> Then "Hold the BLAM line!" he barks at the troopers, and turns his attention towards where Brawl landed. "Whatever you're CHOOM selling, we don't ZWING want any!" he yells.
Which is only slightly less loud that the sound of his torso cannon firing.
- Brawl has posed:
Brawl pauses, nearly losing his grip. Okay. Completely losing his grip. He slides a bit down, grabbing hold of anything he can, onyl to receive a shot from Warpath. Clinging tight with one hand, Brawl leans back to get a better view of where he got shot from. And his optics zero in on a very red tankmech. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! Except, it's a bother to get his gun out right now.
And suddenly... it's raining Bats. The unfortunate mechabat is caught by Brawl, who siezes him by a leg. FOr a moment Goth is left hanging there. But, bats can fly, right? Unaware of Goth's stunned state, he figures he'll help him along. Punching into the wall to anchor himself, Brawl then hurls Goth right at Warpath. He'll be fine. Maybe he can bite him or something when he gets there.
- Goth has posed:
As Goth comes soaring past Blast off, he is unfortunate enough to just be close enough to be caught by the coiling of Blast Off's whip and is sent careening towards Brawl, he starts cursing LOUDLY and very furiuselly, in Eukarian into the commlink, and that the autobots can likely here before he shouts to someone on said commlink.
"<<I WISH! AT LEAST I'D BE ABLE TO HAVE SOME /PRIDE/ IN THAT!>>" ...Wait, why hasn't he hit the ground yet? He looks up to see Brawl has caught him and then is /hucked/ at Warpath like some sort of Cybertroina pinata! he lets out a groan from the ground... Welp, at least the electricity's been disbursed.
"<<Have I mentioned I /hate/ all of you?>>" He'd grumble in a dry, irritated tone as he pushed himself up, and got back into the air with a cough, he was trying desperately to get high into the air once more, before letting out a wave of his sonar attack.
- Blast Off has posed:
Ow ow ow OWWW. See, this is why Blast Off usually stays high above it all. This up close and personal stuff just isn't all it's made out to be. OWWW. Blast Off winces as Goth falls...oh FRAG, he got the bat???... and huffs as Prowl manages to avoid his whip. He's about to react but the Autobot acts first, and the shuttleformer isn't in a position to avoid the shot in the more enclosed space, which blows off a chunk of his helmet. He staggers back, one hand reaching up to clutch at the faceplate now threatening to fall off, not to mention the purple visor about to crack into two, either.
There's no time to talk, or even find out if he CAN talk right now, given the damage to his head and neck. He needs to get airborne, ASAP. There's an angry grumble of his engines and he just leaps up, transforming again and leaving Prowl to deal with the icy cloud of smoke. Yeah, he's in better shape up here. He can radio the others, at least... "<< JUST STAY FOCUSED!!! >>" Yeah, easy for him to say. "<< Get the base! >>" He follows his own orders, letting loose an orbital bombardment from high above. Maybe the targeting data from Goth will still help pinpoint the *exact* spot to do the most damage...
- Prowl has posed:
So it would seem Blast Off would revert back to his cowardly, if a bit smarter, ways, and not fall for the trap. Prowl figured the Combaticon wasn't that stupid, but either way opened up new angles of attack opportunities. Now that the shuttlemech was in the air again, the tactician starts to plan a well-placed missile. Multiple tracking algorithms are running through his head as he searches for ways to deal the most damage to the one mech who possesses the most firepower Con side at the moment.
- Warpath has posed:
"What the he--" Is all Warpath gets out before the *WHUD* of mechabat crashing into him. Goth isn't that heavy, but you've got a bruiser like Brawl throwing him. Even haphazardly that's enough force to briefly knock Warpath on his aft. And his comment about throwing their own soldiers was suppose to be a joke!
He just mutters as Goth collapses on the ground afterwards. "Weirdo." Instead of bothering to get up he transforms to tank mode and starts to drive away. By some fluke of luck, or just the fact that Warpath is a little deaf from all the shouting and cannon firing he does, the sonic attack doesn't seem to register as much.
"If you ain't gonna POW get down." Turret rotates towards Brawl and angles the cannon up towards him. "I'll ZING make you ZAM come down!" Followed by the loud retort and plume of vaporous spoke out the recoil vents as he fires something a little more potent at the Combaticon doing an mechape impersonation.
- Brawl has posed:
Well the Bat didn't really do all that much to Warpath. Looks like Brawl will have to deal with the other tank himself. Brawl looks down, looks at the tank, then looks up. Hmmm. He could just drop the rest of the way. Yeah! Then WHAM! While Brawl was considering his next rash move (for even the ones he thinks about for a moment are brash) he is struck with a blow that really wrenches his aiming arm. Letting out a string of curses, some louder than others, Brawl has decided to take matters into his own hands. Brawl takes a hold of some of the dented metal he'd punched at and pulls at it, then kicks out his legs, letting his weight pry a beam loose. The intent is to get himself a nice big weapon to carry with him when he goes to have a 'chat' with Warpath. The result, though, is him messing up the base more.
Brawl, being accidentally useful.
- Goth has posed:
Goth lets out a very irritated noise in response to Blast off, taking another speeding soar over the base, focusing his optics and targeting on the weaker points, grumbling the whole time as he did. "<<Doing as such... >>"
- Blast Off has posed:
Hey, it's not cowardly, it's just....uhhh... playing to his strengths, is all. Yeah. Brawl's the melee fighter, Blast Off is lord of the skies! Or anywhere else he happens to be, just uhh... not near an Autobot in close quarters with a weapon to his head. That's all. *cough* The shuttle soars ever higher, then arcs back down towards the ground as the hatch under his nosecone opens. Hints of blue light eminate as he powers up his formidable orbital bombardment again. The shuttle is running a little low on energon but Goth's data comes through. "<< Yes. ...Good! That's.... uh, good. Focus. I shall as well. >>" Focus, yes, try not to think about all the crippling guilt about Sky Lynx and Starlock or that your face just got blown off. Yes.... focus, it's what Onslaught would want! Targeting systems beep a go at him, and he lets loose the dogs of war! Er, missiles. X-ray laserfire, whatever.
- Prowl has posed:
Prowl gets a lock on Blast Off's position just as the shuttle prepares his orbital laser. This time, he's thinking he's going to put a bit of an extra bite into things as he loads a phosphex cylinder into a compartment that opens on the side.
He fires it high into the sky, even as the Blast Off's assault crumbles the last of the Bots' defensive line. If Goth happened to fly too close to Blast Off, he might just get caught in in the explosion, too...
Realizing the defenses are down, Prowl curses and turns to try to book it out of there before the Decepticons catch up to him. << Damn it! Autobots, retreat and regroup at Rodion. There's no coming back from this, not today anyway. >>
- Warpath has posed:
Warpath is in the process of aiming another shot at Brawl when the Combaticon rips a chunk out of the defenses and then drops out of the POV. It takes him a moment to lower his cannon again and swivel around, and either not seeing Blast Off open fire on the remaining structure, or possibly not caring. His mind was already set on one course of action and it doesn't change very fast. "Get back her--"
His POV finally catchs up to Brawl, who's now brandishing the chunk he ripped out like a club.
"ZOW There you are!" One of the secondary weapons atop his turret fires, spitting a short cluster of laser fire at the approaching Combaticon. "PEW PEW PEW!"
Of course, for the one weapon that doesn't need him to make that sound effect, he does so anyways."
- Brawl has posed:
Blast Off gives it all he's got, with Goth's analysis to guide him. There's fire and explosions. And in the background, the defenses are crumbling. BUt none of that matters anymore. Brawl don't care. He just charges at Warpath now that he's touched solid ground, brandishing a large piece of wall. The lasers score into Brawl, one searing an ugly smoking streak across his faceplate and helmet. But Brawl don't care. Using both strength and momentum, Brawl tries to close the distance and swing the big unruly chunk at the red tank, his grip on it slipping as it whirls out of his hands. Brawl. Don't. Care.
- Goth has posed:
Goth does indeed get hit, but not because of bad timing! Fact it was actually rather good timing, given his lass close up of the base that allowed Blast off to take down the defenses, allowed him to get an idea of where Prowl had been aiming. He'd take a sharp turn, followed by soaring up high enough to get in the way of Prowl's trajectory, taking the hit for Blast off.
Of course now he's on fire, /again/ with a very dark trail of black smoke following him down to the ground, he lets out a cry of pain, but he grits his fangs and bares it as he's able to recalculate and return to a speeding sore close to the ground, where he goes into a landing, venting heavily. "<<....Urph... Good Job.. I'm still bitter.>>"
He'd state dryly into the commlink, before glancing back to Brawl and Warpath... And rolls his optics.
- Blast Off has posed:
And... KABLOOEY!!!! (To borrow one of Warpath's catchwords). Blast Off sweeps upwards as his shots hit true. "<< Teamwork, see? There we go.... yes, Autobots, run and hide from- whoop. >>" Seems the Autobots aren't running and hiding just yet, and Blast Off is just about to veer off when Goth appears to take the hit for him. ...Ok then. What fire does reach the shuttle sputters to nothing against his heat shields and he emerges none the worse for wear, at least in shuttle mode. "<< ...Well *excuuuuse* me... >>" He huffs into his radio at Goth, then swerves ever higher, not actively attacking as he reboots his systems and keeps watch down below. "<< Just focus on the Autobots, they should be retreating soon. Brawl, we won. Just in case you didn't notice. >>" He probably didn't.
- Warpath has posed:
Tanks aren't aerodynamic, and they're typically not exceptionally agile either. Or too stubborn to bother trying. Considering the two we're talking about, either option is entirely plausible.
*WHAM* The makeshift club slams into the side of the red tank, leaving a rather siazable dent in its wake. Brawl lives up to his name, to say the least.
"Oh is THAT how you BLAM wanna play it?" Warpath growls, even as he's shifting back into root mode. Whatever is going on with the not intact defenses by this point is the farthest from his mind. Not as Warpath clutches his hands together and swings down hard on top of Brawl.
Let's be fair. Probably neither of them have realized the fight over the defenses is done.
- Prowl has posed:
Apparently Warpath didn't hear or simply ignored the order on the comms to retreat. And since he was in charge of the ground forces, none of them were retreating, either. Ugh. Well at least the air units were getting the slag out of there. << Warpath, this operation has failed, retreat -now-! >> he repeats, although fully expects to get ignored again. He sighs and turns back to face the battlefield again. He can't just -leave- them.
Again, he turns his sights on Blast Off, tracking the Combaticon's movements...
- Brawl has posed:
With the other mech bringing an axe-handle down on him, Brawl brings up his arms to block it. Sort of. The considerable damage done to one of his arms earlier sends a shutter through his frame as he locks forces with Warpath. But Brawl digs in his feet and stands firm. Feet? Good idea! Brawl suddenly withdraws his opposing force, going low to try and kick Warpath's legs while destabilizing him from the change in oppositional force.
Sure, his comrades accounced that they won the battle, but Brawl don't care. He has some unfinished business.
- Goth has posed:
Goth sort of just plops down there, panting heavily as he tries to bare the pain fire, panting, he's awake, that is what matters! "<<...What? I have every right to be a bit bitter at the moment, you /saw/ what happened back there.>>" He'd chuff. "<<You can't tell me you'd not be /awfully/ offended as well.>>" He'd huff.
"<<Hopefully that pile of rubble has something useful in it.>>" He'd stop for a moment in thought, scanning the horizon. "<<Keep an eye on Prowl... He Maybe still about.>>"
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off sighs a bit. OF COURSE Brawl is oblivious to the actual overall battle and just tanking on a... tank. Ah well, he'll let him do his thing. But keep an eye on him. In the meantime.... the shuttle's engine grumbles as he spots Prowl in the wreckage, not having retreated yet? How foolish. And Goth even gives him targeting data. "<< Thank you, Goth, this is icing on the enercake! Ha! >>" There's a pause and... "<< And yes, I... apologize. I... whips are not.... bah! >>" He stops trying to make excuses and dips his nosecone down.
He's got an Autobot to send on his way. "<< How foolish, Prowl, I thought you'd be smarter than this, but if you wish to make your last stand here I shall not complain.... let me help you in that endeavor! Goth says hello. ~ >>" The shuttle's thrusters roar to life and he rockets down, aimed at Prowl, hopefully, among the rubble. 3...2...1... CONTACT. "<< ...And goodbye. >>" WHAM!
- Warpath has posed:
The two tank-bots are brawling back and forth, and it's quite likely that Warpath just didn't hear anything else and was too stubborn to care. The two are pushing back and forth until Brawl abruptly steps away, and kicks Warpath in the shin hard enough to get a "YOWIE!" that's not just him spouting random otomotapia for once. He's a bit stout to knock over but he does hop backwards and clutch his bashed leg for a moment. "Why I oughta WHAM POW right--" But when he winds back a fist one of the ground troopers that's paying a bit more attention grabs his arm.
"Sir! The defenses are down; Prowl's issuing a withdrawl."
"They're--" Warpath pauses to actually look back at the structure. Or what remains of it. "--... Oh. Why didn't someone PING say something?!"
Nevermind Prowl's been shouting it on the radio for the last several minutes.
"Right. Fall in and ZOOM move out!" Warpath finally gets the ground forces moving to withdrawl, and transforms to chug along behind them.
- Prowl has posed:
Oh, Blast Off is coming closer! How convenient. That makes hitting him that much easier. Prowl stands his ground, not bothering to try dodging or getting into cover or anything, instead simply firing a missile at close range. "Foolish? Maybe, but unlike you, I actually -don't- leave my own teammates to die."
The missile is away, but the tactician is slammed hard into a pile of debris and rubble that seems to bury him until he's out of sight. If anyone tries to look for him later, though, the'll find he's disappeared into the Undergrid.
- Brawl has posed:
"RAH!" Brawl hollers! He is just about to collide with the other tank mech and try to cease the retreat. But as oblivious as Brawl can be most of the time, a rather large explosion nearby does manage to snare his attention. He looks over, about to shrug it off and get back to business, but then does a double take. Brawl makes a sound of exclamation that barely qualifies as words, and the ground forces are left to retreat unharried by the over eager COmbaticon. Instead, Brawl, with a heavy sigh, rushes (well, sort of) over to begin picking up pieces of Blast Off. Medics might need those. Though he pauses a few times, squinting at pieces of scrap unsure if that's from Blast Off or general debris from the battle. Ah well. Gather it all up and let the medics sort it out.
But hey! They won Polyhex!
- Goth has posed:
Before goth can get much of a reply in, he sighs, and pushes himself up, limping over to pull the shuttle from the mess that was the crashed Blast off... "Pardon, you'll feel this later, but it is necessary." He'd then kick at where Blast off's T-cog would be located, attempting to get the combaticon to transform into his smaller robot mode, that way he could at least carry him, as Brawl picks up some of the other scattered pieces.
- Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off rams the foolish 'Bot, and that's gotta hurt, given the shuttle's size and veolocity. However, it seems Prowl has one last trick up his proverbial sleeve, and while fire isn't as much of a concern, a whole bunch of missiles IS. The shuttle's engines rumble in annoyance, "<< What the frag do you mean, /leave/ teammates to d- >>" He doesn't leave teammates to die! He's a shuttle! He also doesn't get to finish the sentence, because system failures balloon up and shut him down, knocking him unconcious.
And sorry Goth, he's in shuttle mode, which is gonna be a BIG chore to handle. Maybe use one of the fallen heat shields as cover while you work, at least?
- Prowl has posed:
With Blast Off down for the count and Warpath finally paying attention, Prowl does turn tail and get the slag out of there, transforming and driving off toward Rodion as quickly as he can.