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Armada'verse and a Starwars 'verse. The Deathstar. Hunting Ch 2
They come out into space, surrounded on all sides but one with nothingness pierced by the light of stars. On that last side what looks like a good sized planet shines with the light of the nearest sun.
//Alright,// says Blackout, broadcasting on a closed frequency to her small army. //We're cloaked, so they can't sense us. It's mostly inhabited by drones, but there are some squishies. I get a better price for live squishies than dead ones, so don't kill the squishies. Understand?//
As soon as they've materialised Commandos and Skywarp alike are scanning the area, weapons close at hand. But the jet-former is faster to catch his balance on finding himself in the middle of space. He twists into jet-mode, signalling Requiem to join him.
Mega-Octane's team find themselves weightless and disoriented, the three ground-pounders especially. Their exclamations and curses mostly go unheard in the airless space. Movor, on the other hand, stabilises himself almost instantly, and Ro-tor manages to follow suit.
Mega-Octane curses over the comlink. //Understood, Blackout. We need a minute and then we can catch you up.//
She reaches out and snags him by the arm, then catches Rollbar with the other hand and nods to Sheol, who gets Armorhide and hugs him to her chest. //How about this?//
//Not exactly what I had in mind,// Mega-Octane answers in a surprised voice. //We can fly on our own power.// Armorhide peers around his shoulder at the bot who's grabbed him.
//No one's going to make fun of you, and this will get us there faster. Is that an acceptable compromise?// She glances over to check her newspark, who is looking back at Armorhide with amiable curiosity.
It might undermine her point that Skywarp is laughing quietly over the comlink.
//Hmh.// He frowns at the implication that their flight would be slower, but it does save a few seconds on the transformation sequence. //Very well. Let's just get there and start working.//
She nods and leads the way, sending a private poke to Skywarp as she goes and then transmitting a floor plan to he and the Commandos. //Whatever you do, don't cause the slagging core to explode. We want spoil this time.//
Hormah sniggers.
//I'll try and hold myself back,// Skywarp says. //But only because I like you.//
The black and purple jet follows at her wing, while Ro-tor and Movor take up formation to one side.
//Coward. Teasing me while my hands are full,// she says to Skywarp as Requiem takes his place at his male creator's wing and the rest of her own team fall into position.
//Your choice,// he says smugly. //You deal with it.//
//You just wait...// she threatens, smirking as she engages her thrusters and aims for an open docking bay. //I'll be putting them down in a moment.//
She uncloaks and sets down her burdens as she lands, then watches startled service drones flee as she strides forward, her chest cannon sending a wave of destruction toward the fighter craft parked along the wall.
Mega-Octane merely leans forward as his troops land, targeting a spot on the wall not obscured by exploding fighter. The twin lasers on his back open up... and they will have another door.
Skywarp banks away as they come in, coming around and flying past the open bay behind them. One precisely aimed shot at a security drone, and he leaves them to their own defence. Once they get inside, Blackout's team and the Commandos between them have plenty of firepower to clear their end: no need to make it any more crowded. He skims the outside of the construct aiming for another launch bay entirely.
Movor and Ro-tor have already landed behind the rest of their team, drawing their blasters to join in the fun and games.
Requiem follows Skywarp, privately asking Beamrider what the slag he thinks he's doing as he feels the Minicon clamp onto him. Beamrider apologizes, sounding embarrassed, and Requiem tells him no foul.
Blackout gives Scorponok the go ahead to hunt, leaning down slightly so that he can disembark more easily.
Scorponok scuttles down in a flicking of tail-spikes and a pleased chittering, and vanishes into the smoke to find some prey. This prompts Ro-tor to jerk back slightly from where he was about to shoot that particular patch of smoke...
Luckily Mega-Octane's already leading them in further. Time to find some space around here.
Skywarp breaks away from the surface as he finds another opening. //All right. We'll take this one. Stay behind me, kid, we're going in.//
The bay doors happen to be closed, but that's all right. Decepticons make their own doors.
//Yessir!// comes the prompt response, echoed by Beamrider, whose lights are blinking with excitement.
They also make their own hallways, as Blackout is proving. So inconvenient, the erroneous thought that people only reach maybe ten foot tall....
Since even the smaller Commandos are well above that height, Blackout's not the only one facing difficulty...
//Just one question,// Movor asks, as Armorhide and Rollbar transform to vehicle mode. //If we just start blasting through this place, how're we gonna be sure we don't hit any organics?//
Mega-Octane snorts. //If any organic is stupid enough to run towards us when they hear us coming... heh, there won't be enough left for anyone to know they were there.//
The green subcommander glances at the waiting tank and jeep, and signals them to open fire. They'll burn a path into the construct.
A hell of fire and explosions follows, and then Blackout decides that they have enough space to fight comfortably and calls to her group to hold their fire and wait.
Skywarp has a similar idea, but the path he wants isn't even visible - yet. The Seeker triggers his cannons to flip forward as he dives back towards the surface. The fury they once unleashed with Minicon power is gone, but he only needs the missiles they contain now.
A collision of missiles, a blast of smoke and laser fire later, and the Decepticon streaks through the open door, transforming and skidding to the floor amid the roar of escaping air and the heat of burning metal.
Skywarp straightens, glowing optics scanning the bay for resistance. "So," he says to the construct at large, "is anybody home today?"
Behind him, Requiem suddenly transforms, sending Beamrider flying up, then levels both arm cannons and blows a massive orb-shaped battle droid into a flattened, smoking mess. "Heh, I like to play ball."
It looks like this bay is used to store the big droids. It also looks like someone's gotten over the shock long enough to order them to attack.
Skywarp doesn't have a mouth, but that's never stopped him smirking before. It certainly doesn't now, as he folds back his launchers and reaches up to his left wing. The limb detaches and unfolds in his hand, suddenly becoming a whole lot longer and a whole lot sharper. "Heads up, kid. I think they're trying to fight."
"Orders, sir?" Requiem's optics twinkle over his own mask as he casually but with blinding speed sidesteps a shot from the leading droid.
"Yes." Skywarp moves around the droid while it's occupied and swings his blade into its back. "Don't waste too long on them."
"Yessir!" The rookie opens up with all he has.
Over in the other bay Blackout cocks her head. //The other team's engaged. And here come ours.//
A lanky droid lopes into view, four arms tipped with weapons and a lethal looking elongated head.
It lasts less than a moment as Pink flies down and shreds the drone with her claws.
There's a startled silence, and then over half the hallways that now open onto the enlarged bay are spewing droids. More march in from the floor level.
Blackout makes a sound of satisfaction and wades in, cannon sending out waves of destruction. She knows no orders are needed now.
By this stage, Movor is speculating to Armorhide about why these humans decided to rip off Alien in designing their drones. (Why Armorhide is the other half of this discussion is best not asked.) The very fact that they're talking (even over the radio) is an indication that they're not taking this mission seriously.
From the Commandos' intent expressions as they form up and start dispatching droids neatly and efficiently, you wouldn't know it.
While the fliers wield their blasters in robot mode, Armorhide and Rollbar are still providing the bigger guns... particularly Armorhide, of course. And then Mega-Octane lowers his rifle and lunges forward to grab hold of one droid that's managed to slip too close to his troops.
Blackout doesn't even glance at them, instead sending approval as Pink gleefully launches herself into the fray. The little femme beeps joyfully then pauses to glance over toward where Hormah had been as the orange femme gives an order and then teleports out with Sheol and Mouse. Blackout ignores this too as she points out a good place to attack from behind to Scorponok.
Over the communications channels she can hear a frantic, terrified cursing, mixed with speculation as to where they've come from. And, on one frequency, she can catch the sound of sinister laughter.
She wants to go have a look at that guy.
Mega-Octane's laughing in satisfaction as he pulls his fist out of the droid's midsection. He pulls it apart and slings it out of the way ('out of the way' being 'into another droid'). "Where did you send the tanks?" he calls over to Blackout, informed of the disappearance by Ro-tor.
//Hey Armorhide, better question,// Rollbar says. //Why do they have an entire frequency for one guy t'laugh on?//
//I'll explain it to you later,// Movor assures him, targeting a droid at the back of this wave and sending it down in flames.
"Secondary command center," says Blackout in Cybertronian, sending out a wave of instant death as she cuts loose with her EMP cannon, and then applying her tail rotors to the wave of droids nearest her. //Scorponok, report.//
Mega-Octane glances at her, then turns back to the droids at hand. "What's your plan?"
Scorponok is perched on the back of a largish droid, the tines of his tail arched over his head to bury themselves deep in its armour. He transmits Blackout his status as he tears through the shell with his claws spinning, rending the alien mechanoid's circuits. Scorponok is hunting, and he is pleased.
"Destroy these till we run out or get bored, and then take control and start dividing the spoils." Blackout sends praise to Scorponok on his prowess, then chuckles and cautions him not to eat too much.
"Eeeeeeee!" An excited Pink shoots over in Jet mode, straffing droids with surprising accuracy for her speed.
Blackout chuckles at this too, and is sure to praise her second small minion.
//Alright,// says Blackout, broadcasting on a closed frequency to her small army. //We're cloaked, so they can't sense us. It's mostly inhabited by drones, but there are some squishies. I get a better price for live squishies than dead ones, so don't kill the squishies. Understand?//
As soon as they've materialised Commandos and Skywarp alike are scanning the area, weapons close at hand. But the jet-former is faster to catch his balance on finding himself in the middle of space. He twists into jet-mode, signalling Requiem to join him.
Mega-Octane's team find themselves weightless and disoriented, the three ground-pounders especially. Their exclamations and curses mostly go unheard in the airless space. Movor, on the other hand, stabilises himself almost instantly, and Ro-tor manages to follow suit.
Mega-Octane curses over the comlink. //Understood, Blackout. We need a minute and then we can catch you up.//
She reaches out and snags him by the arm, then catches Rollbar with the other hand and nods to Sheol, who gets Armorhide and hugs him to her chest. //How about this?//
//Not exactly what I had in mind,// Mega-Octane answers in a surprised voice. //We can fly on our own power.// Armorhide peers around his shoulder at the bot who's grabbed him.
//No one's going to make fun of you, and this will get us there faster. Is that an acceptable compromise?// She glances over to check her newspark, who is looking back at Armorhide with amiable curiosity.
It might undermine her point that Skywarp is laughing quietly over the comlink.
//Hmh.// He frowns at the implication that their flight would be slower, but it does save a few seconds on the transformation sequence. //Very well. Let's just get there and start working.//
She nods and leads the way, sending a private poke to Skywarp as she goes and then transmitting a floor plan to he and the Commandos. //Whatever you do, don't cause the slagging core to explode. We want spoil this time.//
Hormah sniggers.
//I'll try and hold myself back,// Skywarp says. //But only because I like you.//
The black and purple jet follows at her wing, while Ro-tor and Movor take up formation to one side.
//Coward. Teasing me while my hands are full,// she says to Skywarp as Requiem takes his place at his male creator's wing and the rest of her own team fall into position.
//Your choice,// he says smugly. //You deal with it.//
//You just wait...// she threatens, smirking as she engages her thrusters and aims for an open docking bay. //I'll be putting them down in a moment.//
She uncloaks and sets down her burdens as she lands, then watches startled service drones flee as she strides forward, her chest cannon sending a wave of destruction toward the fighter craft parked along the wall.
Mega-Octane merely leans forward as his troops land, targeting a spot on the wall not obscured by exploding fighter. The twin lasers on his back open up... and they will have another door.
Skywarp banks away as they come in, coming around and flying past the open bay behind them. One precisely aimed shot at a security drone, and he leaves them to their own defence. Once they get inside, Blackout's team and the Commandos between them have plenty of firepower to clear their end: no need to make it any more crowded. He skims the outside of the construct aiming for another launch bay entirely.
Movor and Ro-tor have already landed behind the rest of their team, drawing their blasters to join in the fun and games.
Requiem follows Skywarp, privately asking Beamrider what the slag he thinks he's doing as he feels the Minicon clamp onto him. Beamrider apologizes, sounding embarrassed, and Requiem tells him no foul.
Blackout gives Scorponok the go ahead to hunt, leaning down slightly so that he can disembark more easily.
Scorponok scuttles down in a flicking of tail-spikes and a pleased chittering, and vanishes into the smoke to find some prey. This prompts Ro-tor to jerk back slightly from where he was about to shoot that particular patch of smoke...
Luckily Mega-Octane's already leading them in further. Time to find some space around here.
Skywarp breaks away from the surface as he finds another opening. //All right. We'll take this one. Stay behind me, kid, we're going in.//
The bay doors happen to be closed, but that's all right. Decepticons make their own doors.
//Yessir!// comes the prompt response, echoed by Beamrider, whose lights are blinking with excitement.
They also make their own hallways, as Blackout is proving. So inconvenient, the erroneous thought that people only reach maybe ten foot tall....
Since even the smaller Commandos are well above that height, Blackout's not the only one facing difficulty...
//Just one question,// Movor asks, as Armorhide and Rollbar transform to vehicle mode. //If we just start blasting through this place, how're we gonna be sure we don't hit any organics?//
Mega-Octane snorts. //If any organic is stupid enough to run towards us when they hear us coming... heh, there won't be enough left for anyone to know they were there.//
The green subcommander glances at the waiting tank and jeep, and signals them to open fire. They'll burn a path into the construct.
A hell of fire and explosions follows, and then Blackout decides that they have enough space to fight comfortably and calls to her group to hold their fire and wait.
Skywarp has a similar idea, but the path he wants isn't even visible - yet. The Seeker triggers his cannons to flip forward as he dives back towards the surface. The fury they once unleashed with Minicon power is gone, but he only needs the missiles they contain now.
A collision of missiles, a blast of smoke and laser fire later, and the Decepticon streaks through the open door, transforming and skidding to the floor amid the roar of escaping air and the heat of burning metal.
Skywarp straightens, glowing optics scanning the bay for resistance. "So," he says to the construct at large, "is anybody home today?"
Behind him, Requiem suddenly transforms, sending Beamrider flying up, then levels both arm cannons and blows a massive orb-shaped battle droid into a flattened, smoking mess. "Heh, I like to play ball."
It looks like this bay is used to store the big droids. It also looks like someone's gotten over the shock long enough to order them to attack.
Skywarp doesn't have a mouth, but that's never stopped him smirking before. It certainly doesn't now, as he folds back his launchers and reaches up to his left wing. The limb detaches and unfolds in his hand, suddenly becoming a whole lot longer and a whole lot sharper. "Heads up, kid. I think they're trying to fight."
"Orders, sir?" Requiem's optics twinkle over his own mask as he casually but with blinding speed sidesteps a shot from the leading droid.
"Yes." Skywarp moves around the droid while it's occupied and swings his blade into its back. "Don't waste too long on them."
"Yessir!" The rookie opens up with all he has.
Over in the other bay Blackout cocks her head. //The other team's engaged. And here come ours.//
A lanky droid lopes into view, four arms tipped with weapons and a lethal looking elongated head.
It lasts less than a moment as Pink flies down and shreds the drone with her claws.
There's a startled silence, and then over half the hallways that now open onto the enlarged bay are spewing droids. More march in from the floor level.
Blackout makes a sound of satisfaction and wades in, cannon sending out waves of destruction. She knows no orders are needed now.
By this stage, Movor is speculating to Armorhide about why these humans decided to rip off Alien in designing their drones. (Why Armorhide is the other half of this discussion is best not asked.) The very fact that they're talking (even over the radio) is an indication that they're not taking this mission seriously.
From the Commandos' intent expressions as they form up and start dispatching droids neatly and efficiently, you wouldn't know it.
While the fliers wield their blasters in robot mode, Armorhide and Rollbar are still providing the bigger guns... particularly Armorhide, of course. And then Mega-Octane lowers his rifle and lunges forward to grab hold of one droid that's managed to slip too close to his troops.
Blackout doesn't even glance at them, instead sending approval as Pink gleefully launches herself into the fray. The little femme beeps joyfully then pauses to glance over toward where Hormah had been as the orange femme gives an order and then teleports out with Sheol and Mouse. Blackout ignores this too as she points out a good place to attack from behind to Scorponok.
Over the communications channels she can hear a frantic, terrified cursing, mixed with speculation as to where they've come from. And, on one frequency, she can catch the sound of sinister laughter.
She wants to go have a look at that guy.
Mega-Octane's laughing in satisfaction as he pulls his fist out of the droid's midsection. He pulls it apart and slings it out of the way ('out of the way' being 'into another droid'). "Where did you send the tanks?" he calls over to Blackout, informed of the disappearance by Ro-tor.
//Hey Armorhide, better question,// Rollbar says. //Why do they have an entire frequency for one guy t'laugh on?//
//I'll explain it to you later,// Movor assures him, targeting a droid at the back of this wave and sending it down in flames.
"Secondary command center," says Blackout in Cybertronian, sending out a wave of instant death as she cuts loose with her EMP cannon, and then applying her tail rotors to the wave of droids nearest her. //Scorponok, report.//
Mega-Octane glances at her, then turns back to the droids at hand. "What's your plan?"
Scorponok is perched on the back of a largish droid, the tines of his tail arched over his head to bury themselves deep in its armour. He transmits Blackout his status as he tears through the shell with his claws spinning, rending the alien mechanoid's circuits. Scorponok is hunting, and he is pleased.
"Destroy these till we run out or get bored, and then take control and start dividing the spoils." Blackout sends praise to Scorponok on his prowess, then chuckles and cautions him not to eat too much.
"Eeeeeeee!" An excited Pink shoots over in Jet mode, straffing droids with surprising accuracy for her speed.
Blackout chuckles at this too, and is sure to praise her second small minion.
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"Not enough," Armorhide growls happily, main gun swinging to target another pack.
"Hey Armorhide, put any more holes in that floor and one of you might fall through it," Ro-tor points out.
"Or they will," Movor adds, putting down one that had slipped through the heavy guns. "Heheh, want to see how high a drone can jump?"
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"Weee!" Pink disappears down a hole and pops up through another one to shred another droid. "Yipee!"
Blackout laughs again and advances, her massive tripartite feet causing grievous damage to any droid foolish or clumsy enough to stay in her way. They shouldn't have any trouble reaching the heart of this matter.
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"Too bad they aren't intelligent," Mega-Octane snorts, kicking aside a smaller model and following Blackout. Movor and Ro-tor skirt a couple of holes to join him, the former snickering at Pink's antics.
"Real shame," Rollbar murmurs, flicking his sensors towards Armorhide and waiting to follow.
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What's left of the big battledroids are trying to hang back now, as waves of smaller mecha flood into the bay. It's not helping them much. And that one just exploded spectacularly.
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Godzilla-styleis, Skywarp privately doesn’t like the feel of those lasers on his armour. The droids’ weapons are more advanced than most other species have available, and as one of two nice big targets in the room, he’s catching more shots than is healthy. It’s not dangerous (yet), but getting shot up by these little pests would be embarrassing.And painful. Fatal or not, the thousand paper cuts can hurt like hell.
His sword folds into wing-mode as he puts it away – sweeping the floor with the enemy isn’t supposed to look literal. “Come on, kid,” he says to Requiem, whose Minicon sounds like it’s beeping double-time (probably scared). “Sandbagging’s getting old.”
Fast enough to blind a bot, he charges, ripping through the ranks of mini-mechs. They haven’t shown any melee capability yet, and he’s betting he can move faster than they can turn-
All right, so he knows he can move faster than they can turn. And kicking them in all directions is done almost purely for his amusement. But when he gets to the bigger droids, he’ll be sure to take them apart as well. He doesn’t neglect business.
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And cut to after the General met a grievious injury....
Re: And cut to after the General met a grievious injury....
His train of thought slows to a halt as he looks around at Requiem - stares at Requiem. "What the slag is that coming out of your vocaliser?"
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Beamrider beeps, and Requiem backhands the bigger droid that leaps down at his back, otherwise not breaking his stance of half attention as he wonders at his creator's questions.
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"See you didn't lose the groundpounder escort," he notes afterward.
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Frantic orders to evacuate are echoing through the corridors, and the sound of organic feet heading toward one part of the ship accompany them.
"So, have you found anything interesting yet?" Blackout turns to resume battle as another wave of droids sweep in.
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"I'm guessing we're not gonna give chase," Movor says to his boss, nodding in the direction of the organic sounds.
"Not worth our time," Mega-Octane confirms, his gaze shifting to Blackout and Skywarp before he leans over and puts twin lasers through a couple of biger droids. Which is to say, through most of their midsections.
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And all around them droids are suddenly dropping like flies as someone shuts the main computer off.
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"If I were you I'd take the chance to cut loose when I can," Skywarp remarks to Mega-Octane. "Make the most of fun and games while they last."
"Where I'm from it pays more to be economical." Mega-Octane surveys the new entrance Blackout's made, then follows her through, Skywarp close behind him.
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"Mega-Octane, after this you'll be able to scorn economy for awhile."
"Eeeee!" Pink settles happily on her shoulder, hugging a droid head.
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Rollbar reconsiders the ranks of fallen droids around them with slight dismay. "You're not planning to have us spend the rest of the day hauling them out of here, are you?"
Mega-Octane hrrms at her back. "We'll see about that." By which, he privately admits, he means he'll leave it to his commander. Scourge and Megatron alike can be counted on to cut the restraints when the time is right. And Ruination will be right there for the ride.
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Blackout shrugs. "Apparently that one can do more than most. But it looks like he can't fight off Decepticon rookies."
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"Monologuing to the minions," Movor agrees. Ro-tor considers that and smacks his partner upside the head.
"Well, that settles it. You can give a human superpowers and he'll crash in the field test." Skywarp slips his sword away and stretches lazily. "That's that proved, so I say we dispose of him and go for a drink."
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"Dumbkoff," opines Mouse, frowning at Hormah's prize.
Blackout looks around with satisfaction. "Just waiting for Grievous."
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"By now? I'm guessing Scorponok's new chew toy." Skywarp scans the Emperor with some curiosity. "A little four-armed cyborg with energy swords and a ventilation problem. Quick for an organic, but not quick enough. Or bouncy."
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Hormah, meantime, snags Pink and heads back up to the command core to get some really nice droids.
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Though he might as well grab a handful of random droids. He could probably bribe some idiot with them.
Behind them, the Commandos are merrily tramping around picking things up, though they're careful to check the weapons are disconnected before pocketing. And Movor and Armorhide are investigating how to fold the droids up efficiently, with Ro-tor's advice.
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