1151/Battleground: Undergrid-4-2

Cast of Characters: | Prowl, Goth, Whirl, 135

**Prowl has posed:**
    The battle rages on in the Undergrid, at a strategically located base that is connected to various expressways leading to key positions on the surface, such as a number of points along the Pancontinental Expressway in the Tetrahex and Torus States region. Prowl is on point, overseeing the defending forces.

    As the Decepticons advance, he monitors the battlefield from a console in one of the watchtowers, and gets a positive ID on Sixshot and Goth, noting their location, although he fully expects they'll cloak as soon as they get targeted.

    The Decepticons were really running that sixchanger hard, weren't they? How much punishment can he take?

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is about to do some fighty-fighting! How is he justifying doing this when he was so insistent on protecting Nightlash? Shut up, that's how! "C'mon, say the word!" he says, dancing from foot to foot. "It's slagging' time!"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was slinking around in his element of the darkness of the Undergrid as he attempted to get a scout of the area, his ears whirled forward as he listened carefully, raising a ridge as he heard Whirl, and rolled his optics.

      "<<Right then, I have sights on the Autobot rotary.>>" He'd report to Sixshot. "<<I'm sending you a data packet on the defences.>>" He'd add over the radio, He could detect Prowl was somewhere out on the field, and he'd come here specifically in a bid to /avoid the fragger/ That, and the Sonic canyons typically held the title as the place he'd normally end up getting horribly slagged the most.

      He'd take a moment to observe the battlefield, and hemming, as he attempted to build a strategy in his mind.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot doesn't care if he's detected as he quickly moves across familiar terrain, the only difference being the Autobot outpost currently under siege. Course the mech has been pushed hard in battle but the S.T.A.G is used to it. Taking note of the rotary he quickly moves to avoid the shot coming his way. "<<Understood, starting the breach.>>"

 The sixchanger keeps moving, optics focused on the spot the beast former has indicated. Taking to the air he moves close before attempting to slam hard into the weakpoint.

**Prowl has posed:**
    The console bleeps when the damage done by Sixshot is registered. That wasn't good, but not as bad as it could have been. << Autobots, focus Sixshot down. Do not allow him past the outer wall at any cost. >> he orders, setting the sixchanger as the priority target.

    He moves to the top of the tower and loads an incendiary, firing it at an optimal trajectory toward the enemy.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl charges into battle, transforming into his gyrojet mode as he goes to face the foe, fiercely and ferociously! Fighty-fighting! << You got it, Prowl! Consider the six-moded freak as good as fragged!>> he says, followed by a pause. << ...no offense meant to other six-changers who aren't also Decepticon scum. Woops. There goes my political career... >>

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot quickly rolls away from the wall as the fire washes over him. He doesn't even glance at his attackers saying, "What pests lately." Instead of firing back he quickly flips and transforms into tank mode. Backing up he braces himself as he turret takes aim and continues to fire on the breach.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is hit by the granade and lets a screech in pain as he's struck by the granade and his frame is promptly set on fire. He'd dig his claws into the metal ground below him as he attempts to endure it, he thinks, he knows what he /wants/ to do, but what he /has/ to do is another thought, which is a haze from the pain, shaking his helm he starts running at the defenses, transforming into his much smaller robot mode, pulling one the drones from his subspace, and hurled it at the defense wall...

      Even if he didn't hit it, the Drone would extend it's internal legs and skuttle it's way over to the base and fined an exposed fuel line, and inject it's needle into it, emptying the green contents from it's tank.

**Prowl has posed:**
    The base's internal monitoring systems send out alerts again when something foreign enters a fuel conduit. However, it goes mostly ignored for now, with everyone focused on preventing the Cons' advance. Prowl takes note of it, though, since if anyone was going to do that it would have been him. He moves back into the tower, and keys some more commands. Below, metal groans as a storage bay opens, releasing a wave of assault drones.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl whoops as he jigs and jags, ducs and dodges, dives and circles and generally runs around like a petrofeline after the Dreaded Red Dot. Except in this case the DRD is a purple Decepticon sigil. "Come and get me you Decepti-<deleteds>! I'll <redact> your heads straight up your <censoreds!> So far even Hook won't be able to get them out!" He laughs, a high-pitched, semi-hysterical giggle as he sweeps around to fire at the nearest Decepticon.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth grins as the drone does what it's programed to do. His ear twitches though as he hears the drone bay for the defenses open up, he'd then quickly back up, just missing being struck by the incoming drones, he does take note that Sixshot was not as lucky though, and checked his superiors readouts on his internal optical screen, nodding to himself.

      "<<Ack.. Do inform me if you are ineed of a ah.. quick patch job.>>" those words felt strange coming out of his mouth as he sneered, (Didn't seem like the bat had a battle mask for his bot mode!) but for now, his bot mode was.. Sort of, providing him some sort of help.

      However he transforms back into his Bat-mode and sends Sixshot another data packet on the defenses.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot continues to ignore the whirlybirds verbal shots while his treads tear into the ground as he moves to avoid the strafing run. "<<May need one soon, will move back when possible.>>" The drones are proving to be a minor annoyance as they swarm and zap. Once in a new position he stops, taking aim to release a missile after it slots into the chamber.

**Prowl has posed:**
    << Damn it Whirl, keep him away from the defenses! >> Prowl exclaim as Sixshot rattles it hard. Does he have to do everything himself? He makes his way down to the ground and gets in close to the sixchanger, trying to insert himself between him and the base and fire a missile at the mech.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl goes up, up, up then comes around to fire on Sixshot again. <<Teach your progenitor how to suck a curly straw, Prowl! I got this!>> he says, firing a volley at Sixshot.

**Goth has posed:**
     Upon Sixshot's request over the decepticon communlink, Goth would make his way over to Sixshot, and transform once more into his robot mode, and start attending to some of the wounds the Sixchanger had, he was not the best field medic, but he knew enough to keep someone running. "That should hold."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot is forced back by Prowls missile but ignores the bot SIC. As the fire washes over him he quickly backs up to allow Goth his chance to do his work. Once the medic is down the sixchanger checks the Autobots positions near the base. Once he see's a opening the tanks turret quickly turns before firing all guns in succession.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl curses, failing to get the sixchanger's attention. But it does seem that he is starting to look a bit battered. He supposes, they'll just have to knock him down and out--doesn't look there is any other way.

    << I--what?? >> he doesn't know, and doesn't care what the frag the rotary is talking about. << Whirl, hit him hard and fast. >> he transmits a datastream over to the gyrojet.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl growls. <<As opposed to the soft and gentle love taps I've \*been\* doing?!" he demands. <<What do you think I'm doing here, Prowl? Proposing?! It'd never work out! He's a Decepticon six-changer, I'm an Autobot emupurata! Think of the protoforms! They'd never be accepted!>>

 "'Hit him hard and fast, Whirl'" he mimics as he comes around again, firing at Sixshot. "Die already for slag's sake!"

**Goth has posed:**
     Once Sixshot is repaired Goth would leap down and run at the base in a rather brazen move for him, pulling another one of those drones from his subspace and lobbing it at the wall, the liquid inside only a faint green color. "<<If we focus fire, we maybe able to take this blasted thing down before their damned reinforcements appear.>>" He'd radio to Sixshot, hissing in pain as the fire continues to eat at his armor, at least it wasn't his internals this time.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot is sent skidding skidding but remains on his treads. Sensors look up at Whirl, "Oh slag off pest." He doesn't fire back as he focuses on the wall as Goths drone hits. Taking aim at it before another missile is quickly released from its chamber. "<<This will go down!>>"

**Prowl has posed:**
    Well this wasn't working. Prowl books it back to the base, the outer defenses almost in pieces by now. He had been banking on being able to dish out enough damage to mow the sixchanger down before it was too late, but that was looking like it wasn't going to cut it, so it was time for a change of strategy. Might be too little, too late for this outpost, but there are still some drones left. So he deploys the last of them, hoping they'll buy his forces the precious few breems they need. Just a few breems...really.

**Whirl has posed:**
"Pest? Who you calling a pest, Deceti-creep?" Whirl says. "See, that's exactly why we'd never work out. I could never enter into a conjunx endurae with a six-changer. You're all too flighty and weird!" He fires again, trying to help defend the base. "Roast in the pits, jerk!"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would be struck by Prowl's drones, but he just lets out an insane laugh as he's sent rolling, and he uses the momentum to transform into his Bat mode and lunge full force at the base, thrusting the freakeshly low claw into his into the nice hole they had made, a crazed grin on his face.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot would add insult to injury as fire once more hits hard, but watches as the beastformer does the job. Quickly transforming to root mode he looks to Whirl saying, "You better just leave." He doesn't fire on either mech as he pulls his blasters from subspace.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl growls, rotors spinning fiercely. "I'm not leaving becasue you tld me to," he says. "I'm leaving because I wanna leave. Next time, I'ma take you all the way down to Cybertron's core, freak!"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth just grins as he watches them run, coughing into his communlink, but he was proud, he'd been succeeding a fair bit these past few sieges... With that he'd take a moment to overlook the battlefield as the bots fled, and the decepticon troops rolled in to secure the area.

      He'd have Sixshot leave ahead of him to get to medical as.. He took a moment to scavenge the area for something very specific in what was left in the Autobot's armory there, being a scope of all things, specifically to work with his scouting systems.

      Once he'd have that secured and hidden in his subspace, he'd slink, and limp, his way back to the Kaon.