(Untitled)

[watch_in_shadow]

*There is an miasma of expectation clinging to the walls of the Kalis watchtower. Faint, distant shouts and peals of laserfire echo dimly from a far underground network - one convoy under attack; one thus far umolested; and one other - one other creeping silent and indetectable through the city's roots, invisible to spies and prying optics, and the

Comments

[startactician]

*Thrust is hunched over one of the sole monitors that isn't being manipulated directly by Dreadmoon. He is cackling with glee.* Just as I told you about Ultra Magnus. A purely frontal attack with no thought behind it. All according to plan. *he's mostly talking to himself here*

[watch_in_shadow]

*a charge in the wall explodes in an blast the seems utterly random to the beleaguered Autobots, ground troops taking cover in tunnels they know like their own guns, both secondary groups advancing as planned... Dreadmoon's got just enough spare awareness connected to the tower to overhear Thrust's words and smile to himself. Good.*

[startactician]

*Thrust makes a fist as several bodies go flying by the camera, all of them Autobots* And no severe casualties, perfect, perfect. *his voice verges on hysterical*

[watch_in_shadow]

*Overconfidence, Thrust, what did I tell you before..?* *there is a scattered burst of concentrated laserfire - Magnus or one of his captains making an effort to regain some control over the situation - and Dreadmoon's attention is swiftly called away*

[md1032]

*Pyro circles the watchtower once before turning on his radio. -Might if I come in, Dreadmoon?"