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Continued from Relentless Hunger.
Let's try to get this one done quickly and cleaning, shall we? If anyone else would like to join in, please ask first.At last, it was over. The sheer amount of firepower being poured onto Ulgris made it impossible to detect with his crude sensors, but there was absolutely no way that it could have survived all that. If there was one thing the Transformers race had learned from eons of civil war, it was creativity with their weapons. Even if some had been ineffective against the monster, it could not have protected itself from them all—and once it had been cut down to size, the radiation that kept it in check on this world all these years could permeate and finish the job for them. Moonhunter was just thankful that they had not had to resort to nukes. As the dust settled around them and the warriors lowered their weapons, Moonhunter took stock of the situation. Many Predacon lives had been lost this day, perhaps bringing the tally of Ulgris’s victims to be equal on both sides. Fortunately, no one from his forces had died today, though Tucker looked a little sickened by the radiation’s pulse-wave. If he came out of this event sterilized, they would both be lucky—lucky for Tucker that nothing worse had happened to him, and lucky for Moonhunter because then he would not have to worry any longer about his soldier getting any women pregnant. “It’s finally over,” Moonhunter said, lowering his weapon and turning to look to Bane. “Thank you for calling us. I’m not sure that either side could have defeated him by themselves.”
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To be honest, Moonhunter should have seen that coming. He should have known better to think that Bane was smart enough to call for help. He should have kept his mouth shut and walked away. But then, Scrounge would have been exposed anyway. He wasn't sure what next to do... he could not endanger his soldiers, ask them to engage in battle against a whole ship full of Predacons to save one of them from the others. He hated moral grays.
But he could not help himself. He had dedicated three centuries to fighting on behalf of those who could not fight for themselves; by this point it was simply his nature. "Bane, stop!" he called out, taking a step towards the two. "Think about this. If it weren't for her, you would all be dead. She was never 'with' us. She just did what had to be done to keep us all alive."
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So, was it over? Was the creature known as Ulgris finally destroyed? Rifle still warm in his hands, Crosshare didn't take comfort in the site of the desecated corpse of his once friend and ally falling to the ground as any sort of comfort. He could not deny the grim sense of satisfaction in the sight however.
To think, a simple bleed in the communications between the Predacon base and the Maximal Security Force led him to this battle. He went against orders of course, coming to fight Ulgris, but he couldn't care less about that. He let his fire going in the symphony of death that had overwhelmed Ulgris. Doubtful they had truly made a diffrence in the grand scheme.
Still, he kept his focused upon the unfolding events from his scope, hidden amongst the foliage. The flimsy alliance was already beginning to fall apart from what he could see. Danger for the Maximal's was ever growing. Then he saw it, Bane, the massive slobbering leader of the Predacon's, launch himself onto an unfamiliar Cybertronian and began to rip her apart.
Opening his com link, a frightened and disgusted Crosshare radiod his commanding officer, completly aware of the consiquences his actions would bring upon him. He had to do it.
"Moonhunter, this is Crosshare, I've got your back." It was a short, simple transmission, but it served its purpose. Taking a breath, Crosshare waited.
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Things were falling apart, fast. Of course, Moonhunter had anticipated the notion that he and his teammates would have to fight their way out of Predacons territory; Bane was not to be trusted for one astrosecond. But he had felt confident that they could survive a gunfight with the Predaqcons, who were already more battle-weary. And Moonhunter had told Grounder to add an extra explosive element to the bombs that would give the Predacons a nasty surprise and give them an opening to escape.
He expected reinforcements to arrive any minute. When the SOS had been received at Maximal base and bounced back to him, he had forwarded orders through Blackout to Sabreblade to assemble an offensive detail to join in the battle. He was not, however, expecting to hear Crosshare’s voice in his audios. The colonists wee making it very hard to punish them for insubordination when they always ended up saving his life in doing so. Maybe he was doing something wrong, but for the moment he was glad they had a sniper of their own covering their sixes.
Feeling emboldened, he pressed forward. At the very least, he was buying Scrounge time. “It looked to me like you were losing your base to Ulgris when we got here,” he pointed out. Did most Predacons even know what it was like to be real warriors? Seemed to him that they only knew how to prey on those weaker than themselves. That made them bullies, not warriors. That was why Streak had left them in the first place, starting off the long chain of events that had resulted in this battle. “After he had taken control of your ship, what do you think would have happened next? It was our weapons that exorcized him from the Conquest, it was Maximal know-how.”
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*OoC: Edited to speed things up. Sorry.*
It was obvious by the chatter on the comm that the situation on the battle front was deteriorating. One hostile situation was seemingly under control just as another was beginning to flare up. "Fraggin' Predacons." Sabreblade cursed under his breath. He had been itching to enter the fray and didn't hesitate to jump into battle.
This is what he was trained for. War was where he was most at ease. Not routine patrols and fraternizing in the rec center. He ran through the halls of the Zeta 2 with a quick stop at the armory,loading up on as much ammo and fire arms as he could carry.
" This is Sabreblade! I need all active Security forces to converge on the perimeter ASAP! Prepare for battle, Maximals! Looks like we have to meet the Predacons in their front yard. Moonhunter and the others need back up." Sabreblade wasn't sure if he was over stepping his authority. He had the utmost respect for military life and the chain of command. But slag it, his crew mates were in harms way.
He charged out of the ship's door into the open, feeling the slight burning sensation of the planet's radiation. He looked around him to see at least a half dozen others rushing toward the security perimeter. He transformed into his sabretooth tiger mode and quickly began to leave the Zeta colony behind.
" Moonhumter. This is Sabreblade. Reinforcements in route."
Upon arrival at the scene, his sense of smell was assaulted by a myriad of scents. Burnt flesh. Melted plastic and wiring. And some just flat out otherworldly, defying any description. Next was the sounds of a fight. But only a one sided battle as a large hulking mech was brutally thrashing a smaller femme.
Bane. He recognized him from his data files. Although he had to admit, was a lot larger looking in person. Sabreblade quickly transformed and went straight for the heavy artillery. He unfolded his Cybertronian Arms Industries 500 D-N heavy machine gun. It weighed as much as a mini con, had a rather slow rate of 1.3 rounds per second, and kicked like a Veltroniam mule-frog. But with its variety of rounds and fire power, its always guaranteed to be the life of any party.
"Moonhunter! Permission to engage the enemy,sir?"
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“You know how I feel about Predacons, Bane,” he answered simply. They were getting off subject. With their limited windows, they could not afford to waste time. Moonhunter had to take his men out of here and he had to get Scrounge out with them. As reinforcements arrived, he knew he had to make a point. >Hold that option, but do not engage just yet,< he ordered Sabreblade over private comm.. >Let them see you though. We need to make a display of force.<
“You forget I managed to capture you once. You escaped me out of luck.” He stood stoically as his enemy jabbed him with the tree. It would take a lot more than a big stick to intimidate him. “Think about this, Bane. You’ve been fighting longer than me, you have more radiation leaking into your systems. Your troops are equally weakened, and as you can see, fresh Maximal soldiers have just arrived. There’s no need to let this escalate into a full-blown conflict, though. I challenge you to a one on one battle for the fate of Scrounge. I win, we take her with us. You win, and we withdraw from your territory peacefully.”
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