1014/Battleground: Clemency 3 - 3

**Deadlock has posed:**
    The Decepticons have been barely holding on to the mining outpost at Clemency, with skirmishing back and forth nearly every solar cycle. At the moment, Deadlock and Goth are on-site and in charge of the defensive forces. With the way things have been going, it's no surprise when proximity alarms inform them that another enemy force of significant size is fast approaching.

    Deadlock hurries to jump into the seat of long-range artillery and fires on the encroaching army. << Goth, get out there and do a flyover--see if you can't get a better idea of what they've got in store for us this time. >>

**Goth has posed:**
     "<<Already on it, sir.>>" Goth would chirp as he was soaring over head in stealth, scouting out those on the field Goth's scouting displays zoom on the two white and red (well one was orange) medic's below, one he recognized, the other? He was new to the beast former.

      "<<Hm. I have sights on the autobot Medic First Aid and... I believe the one known as Ratchet, if our data banks are correct.>>" He'd hem as he silently circled over head.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid has also found himself coming in and out of different situations, trying to help out as best he can. He ducks quickly, wincing a moment as he takes out his pistol. "I hate having to do this. But we gotta get clemency back." He aims at Goth. "I'll make sure its non-lethal, if they come my way." with that he hides down behind some cover! (no attack this round)

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet has been running ragged the past few months, going from city to city, battlefield to battlefield, as he worked his way through assigned positions. Even then, its rare Ratchet has found himself directly on the front lines. Today is one of those rarities.

Moving forward alongside First Aid, its not long before the firing starts. He manages to raise an arm a second before artillery fire PINGS across his plating. "Keep your helm down!" He calls back to First Aid as he ducks behind cover.

Already looking to be a 'fun' night. He leans out of his cover and returns fire with a few blasts towards the wall.

**Deadlock has posed:**
    Deadlock's gaze follows the plasma shell as it flies onto the battle field, and explodnes near...is that Ratchet? And then Goth confirms it. He sighs, suddenly feeling rather discouraged and frustrated.

    To make matters worse, the cannon jams, alerts flashing urgently at him. But he doesn't know how to fix these fragging things! That's Scrapper's job. He grumbles. << Okay, First Aid and Ratchet confirmed, I get that, anything else any more important than medics? >>

    He gets out from behind the jammed weapon, and moves closer to the edge of the wall to take some potshots at the enemy.

**Goth has posed:**
     "<<Nothing that I could surmise, bsides the ne wadition of them edics, it seems quite similar to what we've been dealing with the past solar-cycles.>>" He'd reply in response to Deadlock, sending the other Con a data packet of what Goth had been looking at over the lines.

      Before a grin finds its way onto the large beast formers muzzle as the two don't see him there. He'd bank to turn, getting a slight distance away, before diving down quickly, and speeding his way towards First aid, half-way there he drops his cloaking, appearing in a quick burst of black and red pixel particle as he aims to tear into one of First Aid's exposed fuel lines!

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet raises his arm to fire again but falters as a dark mass appears behind them. He whips around, weapon drawn, but isn't fast enough. He watches as... as that /thing/ descends on First Aid. It descends on First Aid and rips into his fuel lines- ! THAT'S THE THING THAT'S BEEN RIPPING UP HIS PATIENTS!

First Aid needs help but he can't repair the mech with that monster tearing him apart.

Burning with a near unholy anger, Ratchet lunges from his cover- Wrench finding itself in his hand- and takes a swing at Goth's helm. "GET THE FRAG OFF HIM!" He roars with Unicronian level fury.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid punches and kicks with all his might, trying to free the creature that has sunk into a main fuel line in his neck. "Get off!" He snarls, knowing this might very well be the creature that's been attacking "Primus its huge. We'll get it!" he smashes at the creature, trying to get it to let go!

**Deadlock has posed:**
    Deadlock watches as Goth goes for First Aid. Oh slag, that wasn't a good move. He should've waited until Ratchet wasn't looking, frag it! Anyone know knows that Autobot CMO would know that to incur his wrath was not wise! Eh...too bad for the beastformer, he didn't know that. Wait, was that an amused smirk on Not-Drift's face? Did he almost look....-fondly- on the situation, for a moment?

    Nope, nope not at all. His face hardens again. << Goth, pull out, you shouldn't be exposing yourself that far behind enemy lines. >> As for himself, he moves over to a terminal and starts preparing the drone bays. But, he seems to be hesitating...

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth lets out a chuckle as he bounces away form First aid, whipping the energon from his jaw, before he stands to his full height on his back legs. "Hello again, youth, seems we have a knack for meeting on the battlefield, don't we?~" he'd grin, brandishing the large elongated claws that where his index fingers and then.. Thunk..

      Goth looks back to Ratchet and the Wrench that barely dents his armor and raises a ridge... First Aid is bleeding out from what he could see, and merely shrugs and turns to face Ratchet... One of his ears twitched as he heard Deadlock over the commlink and vented a huff. "Another time I suppose."

      He'd grin as lunged on all fours at Ratchet, taking a swipe at him, before getting himself into the air. "<<Understood sir.>>"

**Hot Rod has posed:**
Hesitance is Deadlock's ally.

 Or maybe his worst foe. Because who else would charge onto the scene other than Hot Rod, who would also happen to unfortunately notice Deadlock giving pause before starting to prep the drone bays. "Deadlock!" He yells at maximum volume.

 The red speedster careens right towards the Decepticon, as if he were about to ram into him at full speed. But instead of turning Deadlock Not Drift into road kill, the former Nyonian rebel protoforms, and attempts to enclose him in what's either a death grapple or massive bear hug.

**Ratchet has posed:**
That didn't hit nearly as hard as he'd hoped it would. Slag.

Ratchet doesn't let the vampiric mech's looming get to him, by all reasoning he looks about ready to fight tooth and nail to keep Goth off First Aid. With his scowl and flaring optics, one might even think Ratchet would have made a very good Decepticon at this moment from how enraged he looks.

Mentally is a bit of a different story. Ratchet knows he likely can't take the other mech. He just doesn't have the weight or endurance... Its not going to stop him but its something that should be acknowledged. He tightens his grip on the wrench, baring teeth as Goth moves. The Decepticon doesn't jump him like expected, but that does nothing to contain the litany of curses that leave Ratchet as he is slashed across the chassis.

He almost doesn't notice Hot Rod arriving on the scene, instead falling to his knees beside First Aid as he rushes to patch the leaking fuel lines. "Keep firing on the base, 'Aid."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid finds Ratchet at his line, repairing his fuel line. Between his words and Hot Rod's encouragement he nods. "I know what I have to do, Ratchet. Thank you." he says seriously. He transforms and goes at the defenses, ramming speed!

**Deadlock has posed:**
    Deadlock was just minding his own business, getting those drones ready for launch, when a Hot Rod just...tackles him. "Agh!" He is knocked to the floor. "How the frag did you--!" he starts, but then just cuts himself off. "...forget it. You're gonna learn the hard way that -that- wasn't a smart move."

    He raises his Path Blaster and fires point-blank at the red flameo.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would roll his optics as Hot Rod appears, and he, himself gets back over enemy lines. "These autobots really must learn to control their youths." He'd mumble to himself, and shook his head, before gaining as much altitude as he could and took in a deep vent, before releasing a loud sonic screech down on the opposing faction.

**Hot Rod has posed:**
"Aw, come on, not even a friendly hello?" Hot Rod says when Deadlock straight up shoots him right in the chassis. "Don't worry, that blast hardly scratched my loyalty," he assures Deadlock. "We're still best friends."

 And then Goth starts screaming for no reason. "Mech, shut up," he grumbles, transforming. "You sound like a damsel in distress."

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet can't move before First Aid is doing something horricially, appaulingly, idiotic. He's going to /ram the base/. "FIRST AID GET YOUR BUMPER BACK HERE I-" And then that sonar screech blasts across his audial sensors.

Ratchet's hands fly to the sides of his helm in a useless attempt to block out the noise. The world seems to blurr and careen into vague shapes around him as he stumbles trying to stand.

He can't help like this, he can't even see the mech in the air, so he aims for the larger target.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid hits into the defenses hard! He transforms and grabs his head as the screech hits him. "Well. I started on this already." He says from around the defenses. "Can't really stop now!" with that he takes his twin pistols and fires on the defenses.

**Deadlock has posed:**
    "I am -not- your friend, you glitchead!" Deadlock snarls. Ugh. "Why won't you just -move- on, Hot Rod? I've made my choice, and you've made yours." He turns back to the console, and launches the drones.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would let out a mad laugh as he would evade Hot rod's fire in a quick dodge, however, First aid catches his optic as the medical bot blows a hole in the defences armor. "<<Oh, that just won't do.>>" He'd comment over the commlink, however it does seem like Deadlock has the two covered.

      His attention would turn to the red medic, and Goth would spin around once more in the air and go into another dive-bomb.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid looks at everyone, and gets a very determined look on his face. "We gotta take this down now." he transforms and rams full speed at the defenses again!

**Hot Rod has posed:**
"Well, we are, because I said we were," Hot Rod says determinedly, "Why can't you just accept the fact that I'm right?"

Then he notices Goth targeting Ratchet. "Hey!" he yells.

He starts driving up an incline straight towards the mechabat even as he's being peppered with blasts from the defense turret. "Stop that!" He vaults off the incline and up into the air, heading right for Goth. He protoforms a nanoklik before he barrels into him, grabbing onto his wings!

**Ratchet has posed:**
"First Aid I swear if you don't- FRAG!" Ratchet can't dodge before he is leapt on by Goth, knocked to the ground by the larger frame. he becomes subject to the very bites that his patients have been suffering, yelling as Goth's fangs sink into his fuel lines. His energon levels drop on his HUD readouts before his very optics as he feels their kind's lifeblood being sucked from his very lines.

Ratchet can't quite get a foot under the bat to kick him off, but his wrench is still gripped in his fist. As Hot Rod comes rushing over, Ratchet aims once again to try and land a vicious bash against the mech's helm again.

**Deadlock has posed:**
    "Because you're an idiot." Deadlock retorts. "I can't stop -you- from being stupid, but I sure as slag am not going to follow you in it. Honestly, I'm surprised you're even still alive, as stupid as you are." He grabs a Scrapmaker turret and lets loose on Hot Rod again. Maybe the mech will finally -get- it.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth sinks his fangs into Ratchet's fuel lines, attempting to snap it in half, but he ends up with not just a wrench to the helm, but forcefully removed by Hot Rod, who actually is the first to do a fair bit of damage to that bat. A wound on his shoulder where the armor had broken was visible with sparking broken wires, there was also a leak from where Ratchet had hit him.

      Goth would spit some energon to the side and snarl. "Alright youth.. You have my attention." He'd growl, bring one of his claws up in a bid to slam it through the others armor.

**Hot Rod has posed:**
Well, it takes more than that to make Hot Rod 'get' something. Deadlock fires at Hot Rod, but the former Nyonian rebel is too focused on grabbling with ol' batty to realize he's now leaking fluid from his legs.

 "That all you got??" he yells at Goth. "That was.. worse than Aid on a bad day."

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet grunts as Goth is ripped off him, feeling the fuel lines further torn as his fangs are forced from where they had clamped themselves. "Slag it..." He slaps a hand over the lines of his neck as Hot Rod successfully plays the hero once again. Not that the CMO is about to admit it.

Leaking profusely in more than a few places, Ratchet rolls over to look at where the shots are coming from. He squints, takes aim, and fires at the base near Deadlock's helm.

**Deadlock has posed:**
    Oh, good. Hot Rod isn't paying attention to Deadlock any more. Finally. As more Decepticon reinforcements pour in, it seems the Bots' time is up!

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is easily struck by Hot Rod and lets out a pained snarl as he glares down the other bot, Goth was now starting to feel his wounds, like the new one made by Hot Rod that was now bleeding, Goth would stumble back, holding it as he glared at the Nyonian. A light on one of his ears started blinking, it was one of his alarms he could hear in his audial. He'd let out a heavy pant before taking another swing at Hot rod with those claws of his, before bolting back for the base on all fours.

**Hot Rod has posed:**
Goth swipes Hot Rod before running off, like a coward. The former Nyonian rebel is now leaking everywhere, but he doesn't seem phased. "Yeah, run, you little four footed freak!" He shouts after the mechabat.

 He salutes Deadlock. "Next time, buddy, next time."

 He makes his way over to Ratchet and grabs the CMO's arm, draping it over his own shoulders in an attempt to hoist the damaged medic to his feet. "Much as I hate to say it, I think it's time to go home," he says.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet knows the day is lost as Decepticons start to swarm the base. He stands, putting massive effort into keeping upright as the world sways around them. he sends a glance back to the base, to where Deadlock (Drift) remains.

As they retreat Ratchet might put a bit too much of his weight on First Aid and Hot Rod to stay supported, but he is blatent in the face he doesn't acknowledge it as they limp and eventually drive their way back to the safety of Autobot territory.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid continues to try to weld Ratchet's wounds, helping Hot Rod stand uhim up. "Easy." he says. "Let..let me transform. We can load him. We can't win this." he transforms, opening his hatch for Ratchet.

**Deadlock has posed:**
    Deadlock glares at Hot Rod as he salutes, but is glad this is over. For now....for a number of reasons, too. "Right, let's get back to base, let the rest of the reinforcements handle things from here." he says to Goth, accidentally-on-purpose standing between him and the retreating medics.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth resents Hot Rod's little remark, but once the bat is on top of the base once more, he'd glare out, his scouter zooming in on a target. He'd been ready to transform to grab at his stowed Ray Gun but.. THen Deadlock gets in his way and the Bat eyes the other Decepticon up.

      "...Hmph, I suppose, don't need to waste any more time and energy on that idiotic youths taunts." He'd chuff, brushing away from of the grime on his chassis, before turning around and leaping off the base, and soaring back to Kaon.