Autobot "Helluvalotta Drones" City

[ogicsucks]

*Prowl flattens himself lower to the ground and creeps forward as his team approaches a far larger knot of activity. Not only are the tank and motorcycle drones far more numerous in this area, there are also several horrifyingly familiar silhouettes moving amongst them

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[1_true_leader]

Starscream emerges from the smoke of the explosion intact but for a few shrapnel wounds that even now are repairing themselves. He brushes off his arms and looks at Roadbuster sourly. "Delightful. I think I'll go take care of the flying drones. Have fun down here."

He remains in robot mode as he takes off again, although he doesn't go too far when he sees a red and white jet approaching. He hovers, frowning, letting purple energy crackle around his frame. "Fancy meeting you here, Jetfire."

((Throwaway comments always did make for the best plotlines in the 'Blogs. ;D ))

[jetsafire]

The only place I'd like to meet you is on the scrap pile, "old friend". But events take precedence right now. Try not to throw out a servo patting yourself on the back.

[1_true_leader]

He simply frowns. "I don't recall bringing up my ego here." Starscream studies Jetfire for a long moment and comes to a decision. Given the apparent multi-versal strangeness, this might not quite be the Jetfire that had involvement in the events with his clone brother. "Tut tut, vengeance doesn't suit you, Jetfire. But yes, we have better places to focus our attention on right now. Like behind you." He points to some approaching aerodrones, and uses the same finger to direct a bolt of dark energy at them. He purposely turns his back to Jetfire, as if to leave himself open(?), and addresses another group of aerodrones in the same manner.

[jetsafire]

*Jetfire is tempted, but decides not to shoot a mech from behind (even if he is a total aft-hat)and instead fires missiles into the knot of approaching aerodrones.* You would be the expert on vengeance and betrayal, wouldn't you Starscream? It's why you're so frequently alone.

*A large explosion rumbles toward the center of town, and Jetfire can see Omega Supreme rise from an overturned building.*

[SComm: City Team] I think we have a VERY serious problem. [/scomm]

[rockin_bot]

Blaster claps Roadbuster on the shoulder. "The Beatbox is fine, and thanks you for your concern."

As the order comes through from Prowl, he steps away with a raised hand. "'Scuse me a moment." He initiates his remote connection to Autobot City's PA system and accesses all available speakers. [Comm: Autobot City] Get ready to ROCK! For FINALLY, The Beatbox has come back! To! Autobot City!! And you're gonna be sorry that you pissed the Autobots off, 'cause now you're gonna get a taste of... The People's Boombox!!" He follows up with a blast of heavy metal guitar music. Okay, sorry, just can't go with the acoustic guitar here.

He looks around at the other members of the Heavy unit, tilting his visor on an angle along his helmet. "Let's finish this!"

[sargncharge]

*Roadbuster looks ar Blaster steadily for a moment, then turns away, shaking his head. As he begins to trot forward, an even larger mass of drones becomes visible in the middle distance.*

C'mon you buncha mechs, YOU WANNA LIVE FOREVER?

[wolfinbotsarmor]

Klank gets chunked out of the small building he was in moments before while messing with the communications systems. Apparently, something finally backfired and tossed him right out the door. Rolling to a stop in an undignified heap, he's just in time to hear Roadbuster's question.

"Not really," he coughs, waving the smoke away from a patch of singed fur as he gets up. "But I was hoping to live a bit longer? I think this shell is still under warranty! Then again, I suppose after all I've done, this is another hurtle on the road to redemption. Time to make a stand!"

Steiner steps up beside them both, eying the oncoming drones. "Let's give them a whole WORLD of PAIN AND HURT!"

[sargncharge]

*Roadbuster nods to Steiner.* Well said friend!

*One of the figures rushes ahead, yelling incoherently. The Sarge sprints to meet him, kicking the figure to one side and firing numerous blasts into its thick body. The Deadite manages a glancing blow, knocking Roadbuster several yards away and exposing his back. Not missing an opportunity, the creature growls and springs toward him.

The move is a rash one, as he dives right into the rifle the Sarge has fired over his shoulder. As he stands, cycling air through his face guard, the ruined Deadite collapses with a rather large hole in its upper torso.*

Frag me, it IS Christmas!

*Roadbuster looks back at the others, leaving the smoking body of Deadite Brawn laying where it fell.* Well, only a few hundred more to go. Shall we?

[sleeknsilver]

^^; Only a human could come up with something this strange...why make books out of your own body parts? *Hydroplane crouches next to Prowl and tries to use his nose again, getting a bit of a better response than before.* Everything smells...rotted. Rusted. Dead. Is there any way to...can't we...help our comrades? *He looks at the Deadite Wheeljack with a slightly pained expression. The inventor had always been kind to him, helped him when he needed it.*

[ogicsucks]

*Prowl looks over at Ash, who shrugs.*

Ash: Depends on how soon you guy whack the main source. Before you or the chick asks, kid, I'm guessin' that's the dude wearin' his old body.

*Prowl creeps forward a little more, stretching his natural senses to their limit.* I can't smell him, but there's something else out there. It feels like.... something...... wrong. The primitive part of my mind is wanting to run away or curl up in a ball.

It stands to reason, then, that'll be where we need to go.

*The XO freezes suddenly, as a set of red glowing eyes appear in that same direction. The voice belonging to those eyes is enough to set all three canines teeth on edge.*

"I'll dig up every rust-infested son of a glitch that ever died in battle in this miserable dimension. Find me my book!"

[cyberwolf3]

*cringes under the sound of that voice* Is that..? *shudders, hackles fluffing up* Seems like they've lost the thing too... even better.

[ogicsucks]

Actually, it's a good thing that they haven't found it. It means we're not too late..... Look over there

[rockin_bot]

[Comm:Prowl] Prowl! More trouble! Ratchet just called, said somethin' blew up at the Ark. I think we pulled a few too many troops out. 'Course, didn't know we'd have this much help show up over here. Think we should send a team back to base? [/comm]

[ogicsucks]

[SComm: Blaster] Are you fragging kidding me? This is why we can never have anything nice...... Okay, I want you and Jetfire to head back to the Ark. I'd send the Sarge back as well, but something tells me we might need his firepower here. Get ahold of the twins and find out where they are, and get someone from the control room down to damage control. It's already looking like the City is a loss, and I'll be damned if we're going to lose the Ark too. [/scomm]

[rockin_bot]

[Scomm:Prowl] Roger that. [/comm]

[Scomm:Jetfire] Hey, Jets, we gotta scram back to the Ark. Somethin' else just exploded! Rendezvous in the plaza east of Omega Supreme. [/comm]

He heads toward the intended meeting point.

[jetsafire]

*Jetfire blasts overhead, transforming in mid-air and landing with a flourish.* Something ELSE exploded? Prowl is going to come unglued when he gets back to the Ark. Was anybody injured?