1284/Battleground: Thymesis Mining Facility 5 - 2

**Hookshot has posed:**
The unfortunate part of joining a revolutionary army is that they actually expect one to fight. As such, Hookshot, despite not being the warrior sort that has come to be celebrated among the Decepticons, lounges at one of the posts in the Thymesis defenses. And then there's that annoying blare alerting them to the oncoming Autobot army. Just another cycle here, sadly.

<<"I wonder what I did to earn /this/ post. I haven't upset anyone in command too recently, have I?">> Hookshot muses over the radio. Nonetheless, with casual disdain for whoever approaches, he reaches over and pushes a button. Surely it will do something to solve this inconvenience. Such as unleash drones on the offending party.

**Ravage has posed:**
Ravage is here. Is (usually) always here\* and watching\*\* everything that is going on\*\*\* and right now it seems to be Autobots moving towards the defenses. He watches the onslaught of drones unleashed, as well as the advance of the enemy, and then casually slinks off to the shadows to do his work.\*\*\*\*

<<Don't complain... just act. We either win or we lose...preferably the former, but if it's the latter, make them hurt for it.>>

 \*He's not always there
 \*\*He's really knocking things over
 \*\*\*He could care less what's going on

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was perched on the defenses, waiting for on coming attackers, when he gets alerts on his radar, as well as looking over at the sound of Hookshot opening fire. He'd push himself up, and brush the soot from his faux fur, and take a vent, clicking on his communications link. "<<I doubt as much, considering if they put every soldier that angered them out here, we'ed have more back up.>>" Goth would scoff, as he looked out at those approaching.

      "<<Right then...>>" He'd respond to Ravage, and draw one of his familiar drone from his sub space, and with a twist of his wrist and a hard lob, he'd send it flying at the nearest combatant coordinates would allow.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz leads the troops valiantly from the front. "Let's close in an eliminate the ranged weapons advantage Bots!"

For his trouble he takes a pretty solid hit in the chest and he scorches his headlights, "Slag," he says rubbing the injury.

"OK, let's take it just a bit slower."

He doesn't hand out any specific instructions, he seems to let everyone make their on approach. He levels his rifle and fires at the defense position.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr is out on the big battlefield again. While it isn't his specialty, one can't deny the fact that he is still pretty good on the offense. Well at least -he- himself can't deny it! This is demonstrated by the fact that he easily dodges the drones, twisting and somersaulting through their barrage.

    << You got it Jazz. >> he responds to the comms, talking over the 'slower' part. << I'll keep them occupied. >> He jumps off of an air carrier and launches himself toward the top of the wall, firing an EMP at those near it!

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      In order to keep up (or at least try to keep up) with Jazz and Blurr, Healthpoint is still in her VTOL mode as they near the defenses. Which might have been a mistake. She is just a big white target for the drones from both the defenses and Goth, and before she is even in proper attack range her armor plating is flaking away.

      "Y-yes, sir!" she responds to Jazz. "I will try to slow them down as well!" she says, and missile launchers open along the front edge of her forward wings. A number of missiles tipped with syringes and with a clear tank full of some sort of prismatic liquid are loaded into place. "...y-you two may want to take cover, just in case." she says to her teammates before those missiles fire, sending rocket-powered hypodermic needles as thick as some mechs' fingers flying through the air.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gives an unnerving smirk as his drone hits the Autobot Medi-VTOL, very much pleased with himself at the damage that occurs, however that smile quickly fades as he takes an EMP Missile too the face! as well as a needle sticking from his pauldron, Knocking him back on his back and aft, grumbling out as he rubs at his helm, shaking it as he tried to correct his sensors.

      "<<Right then...>>" He'd hiss out as he propped himself up, tanking the needle from his frame, and transforming back into his propper beast-mode, taking analyzation data of Jazz and that lovely wound Hookshot had created, sending the data off to Ravage.

**Hookshot has posed:**
<<"Or at least annoy them to great lengths. Embarrasment and vexation can sometimes leave a much longer lasting impression than pain, I've learned.">> Hookshot shifts his weight and glances at the viewscreen showing the Autobot invasion.

Hookshot sighs, listening to some of the radio chatter, adding in his two shanix as he gets out an odd conical device and begins to fiddle with it. <<"Go for their general. We wouldn't want Blurr thinking he's the center of attention.">>

Of course, it can be difficult to ignore someone who lobs an EMP at you. Hookshot quickly abandons his post, jumping over the wall in a free-fall. Unfortunately, this leaves him vulnerable to Healthpoint's attack. Blinded, Hookshot goes into an off-kilter spin. To try and regain some control, he shoots out his grappling hook at where he last saw Blurr. If it hits, GREAT. If it misses, he can at least pull himself back onto the wall.

**Ravage has posed:**
Ravage casually meanders his way through the battle, hugigng the shadows and keeping well out of the way of the chaos and carnage until Goth sends some useful information in to exploit.

So, he saunters his way towards Jazz, crouching and, quite literally, going for the throat to help take the brains out of the Autobot onslaught.

Jazz is now Brains

Healthpoint is Heart

Blurr is Blurr

Make it so.

Either way, there's now a healthy set of teeth aiming to rip Jazz's jazz from his jazzy self.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz throws his back against a random wall to reload and suddenly, BAM! The cat attacks, "Slag it! I forgot about the cat." and now there is a struggle. The teeth make it to Jazz's through and now there isa bit of fluid but Jazz has a little bit of martial arts in him and attempts to flip Ravage off of his frame.

<< Ravage is on the field bots. Keep an optic out!"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr lands on the top of the barrier, continuing to duck and dodge and twist through all the incoming fire, which is a lot more intense now that he's so much closer to the enemy. Sure, it's a dangerous position, but if anyone can evasion tank it all it's Blurr. Plus, he's pretty overconfident...

    The grappling hook is far too slow-moving of a projectile to hit someone like Blurr. As it comes flying toward him, he attempts to reach out and grab it, then swing whatever's on the other end of it like a whip toward Goth and Ravage, then slamming it down onto the wall.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Jazz is hit, which means the combat medic actually has some medic things to do instead of pretending she is a front line soldier! Healthpoint approaches Jazz even though Ravage is still right there. "H-hold on, sir!" she exclaims as she comes in low and transforms to land close to him. She holds out her hands and deploys half a dozen mechanical tendrils tipped with micro-tools. They quickly go about doing quick splices and spot welds to get those systems that need attention up and running once more.

**Hookshot has posed:**
YES! THe feeling of the grappling hoko making contact - wait, why is it - oh no. Hookshot's vision clears to see Blurr pulling on the chain. Hookshot has to act fast before he is wielded as an unwitting weapon. It's lucky for Hookshot that he was made to fall apart. As Blurr tuggs on the hook, he does not get a Hookshot, but rather, just a forearm with which to smack everyone else with. Hookshot, one arm down, meanwhile lands on his feet on the ground. "I AM GOING TO CHARGE MY REPAIRS TO YOUR ACCOUNT!" Hookshot yells. Obviously he can't. He'll just steal something to cover the costs.

Hookshot is vulnerable on the ground and he knows it. So he has to keep moving. However, he sees Healthpoint doing her job - which means there's a small window of opportunity there. She ust be more concerned about Ravage to even think of him. Weaving through the battle field, he hops up onto the shoulders of a nameless soldier and points a strange conical device at Healthpoint. "Let's see what this thing actually does." An odd wave of muddling energy travels towards Healthpoint.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth groaned at Hookshot, more of one of agreeance then anything though, he'd move himself to peer over the defense wall to spy Ravage and Jazz. He could smell the energon in the air and merely grinned, though he reminded himself that his targeting system was still on the fritz, with a roll of his optics, he mused how he wouldn't be too surprised if he was off by a few meters...

      He's struck in a rather sensitive spot though, shouting out in pain as energon starts leaking from the wound, he snarls at Blurr, but knows better... He lunges himself over the wall in a free fall, attempting to land on top of the Autobot General below, snapping at the exposed wounds Healthpoint had repaired.

**Ravage has posed:**
Ravage is hit by things. A great many things. One of which pulls him away from the things that are hitting him, for the most part. At least there's mild amusement watching Hookshot do something that's mildly entertaining...

It earns a light frown from Ravage before he turns his attention back to the battle proper. Or, at least that's what it looks like. Shortly before there's suddenly no cat there to see. <<Give me another target to torment...make it a good one.>>

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz is being hit repeatedly he looks around quickly, "Slag!" but has Goth FREEFALLS's onto him he grabs the newly repaired system, "Healthpoint," he says. "Attack the objective," whether he does that or not is for anyone to tell.

<<Remember, Ravage is on the field and he just disappeared. Be ready!>>

Then he turns his attention to Goth, "And you are?" he says before doubling up his fist and bringing them down on the ...Con....guy? Mech?

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint may be distracted, but the advantage of those robotic repair arms is she can stay behind cover while doing repairs. She flishes as some sort of energy blast impacts the mining equipment that is her chosen cover. She flinches lightly, but otherwise keeps going. She nods at the order from Jazz. "Yes, sir!" she exclaims before rushing forward at the defenses themselves. She makes a fist and a syringe is deployed on her forearm, the needle ready to punch into the systems of the walls. "Hopefully this helps!"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Hahah! It seems the Decepticons have decided to give up on even -trying- to hit Blurr, as they appear to be focusing all their efforts on Healthpoint and Jazz. He wonders if he could seriously take one of these on by himself. Anyway, that's fine with him. << Okay then--I guess -you guys- are better at keeping them occupied. >> Then that leaves the defense-wrecking to the speedster, so he starts driving and sonic booming up and down the top of the barrier, running over all in his path.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth moves dexterously out of the way of Jazz's fist and just grins as the energon he'd siphoned from Jazz's systems, added to his own, he speaks in a low almost whispered tone as he glanced up at Blurr above. "How /rude/ of you, to not remember the names of those you attempt to woo with drinks at the bar." He'd purr, reminding of his and Jazz's meeting at Maccadams.

**Ravage has posed:**
Oh, no, not at all, Blurr. The Decepticons are indeed trying... It's just a matter of time before said trying moves on to the stalky feline of the group. Leaving the fighting to the minions, he takes the data transferred to him by Goth and takes aim...

And fires. Time to see how well the speedster's luck holds out.

**Hookshot has posed:**
Hookshot shakes the device. "Nothing, apparently. Waste of money." Hookshot mutters with a shrug. It may have salvage value. Hookshot is still minus an arm, and yet despite this, there's no hanging wires or leaking fluids. He doesn't even seem pained by it, just inconvenienced. Hookshot looks between Jazz and Healthpoint with an air of scrutiny and calculation. Then he leaps into motion. Using the heads of unwitting soldiers as stepping stones, Hookshot leaps into the air. Best to see if this device really is as useless as it seems. This time, the device is aimed in front of that annoying racer, and let loose.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz is left alone this time. Wow! Next time he is going to have to play this a bit more safely BUT the momentary relief simply gives him a chance to hit the target like he instructed Healthpoint to do.

A small shoulder rifle pops up and begins to pepper the defenses.

"I think you guys forgot one!" he yells.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr was going to eventually get hit if he stayed up there for too long. Of course, he hadn't been thinking about that. Not that he ever does. But he gets a facefull of missile explosion that sends him careening. He almost falls off of the wall, but manages to grab a ledge and pull himself up. Whatever it was that Hookshot fired at him hits but doesn't really do much, given he was already dazed by the explosion.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint sees Blurr get hit hard, and is left with a choice. Try to weaken the defenses, or tend to Blurr. She is just about to gamble on him being able to avoid the Decepticons when he apparently falls off the wall and tries to grab her in his confusion. Sure, she is pretty big for a femme, but she isn't that fat!

      The event makes it clear at least that she does need to tend to Blurr, and so wherever he ends up after she deploys her repair tendrils and sends them after Blurr. "Hang on, Blurr!" she exclaims as she sticks close enough to the wall to gain some sort of cover advantage.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth huffs as his taunts to Jazz are ignored, however there is a loud "HAH!" from the bat as Blurr goes tumbling off the defences, Blurr's hubris had finally come back to /bite/ him. Goth would kick off the ground and get himself in the air, analyzing the group below, before taking in a deep vent, and letting out a familiar high pitched frequency screech.

**Ravage has posed:**
Ravage grumbles a fair bit at all of the missing going on... especially when Blurr is...well, doing the Blurr thing. Hmm... He ponders that a moment, but then turns his attention to the other Autobots on the field. Right then... Time to make a few more of them hurt a bit.

He lets his targetting systems lock onto Healthpoint and, as a sign of thanks for everything the medic is doing to those on the field, just lets fly a missile. <<Right, well, either supress Blurr and make him really busy to the point he can't do anything, or let's destroy the rest of them. Up to you.>>

**Hookshot has posed:**
Hookshot does his best to get back within the defenses. Wearily, he sits himself down at one of the controls. <<"Right. I can oblige.">> Hookshot says in a pleasant tone. Now where was that button he pressed earlier that let out those zappy drones? Ah! There it is!

**Jazz has posed:**
<<What is the status of the defenses?>> Jazz calls up over the radio.

He back himself away from the wall and reloads.

But as he does that he responds to Goth, "Ah yes, you...umm....yeah...umm...that guy. I still don't know your name!"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Well okay, maybe Blurr -thought- he had gotten purchase on ledge, but apparently it was actually Healthpoint's wing he was trying to grab at and he ended up slipping and falling back down to the battlefield. Thankfully, the medic manages to catch him with her long operating tendrils so that he didn't take any fall damage. And once they're on the ground, she also gets his systems back in working order again. It seems all that practice on him in the repair bay from the times all her colleagues avoided him like the rust plague was paying off! She was really getting good at fixing a Blurr.

    He gets to his feet. "Thanks!" he says with a smile. And then he promptly jumps and dips several more times, avoiding Goth -and- another flood of assault drones.

    "Ha! Knock me down but you can't even finish the job! Pathetic!" He pulls out a Longshot rifle he recent requisitioned from the armory, aiming it at the defenses, but then thinks better of it. Their forces are falling back, and reinforcements are bound to be arriving any breem now. Slag it, this operation was a bust, but might as well make 'em pay for it!

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint gets quite a dynamic thank you from Ravage! The missile slams into the medic, and with her armor compromised systems spark all over as parts are blown off of her. She cries out as she goes flying from the explosion, landing hard and taking several moments to get up. And when she does, her syringe launcher has been blown off her arm, and said arm is barely functioning.

      At least Blurr seems alright. It is better to keep him up and running than to keep herself up and running in this sort of situation. Except of course for the fact that he doesn't even attack the base! Healthpoint vents heavily, then turns her attention back to the defenses. <<"Jazz said to attack the defenses!">> she says to Blurr over the comms as she makes a fist with the hand on her good arm, and a scalpel that is the size of a short sword deploys above her wrist before she slashes at the defenses.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth makes a face of offense at Jazz! (Yep that's why the cons loved picking on the bat) and he just scoffs. "Perhaps for the better then! Less you know of me, the more of an advantage I have!" He'd chuckle as he flew through the air...

      Unfortunately, as luck does so often with Goth, he's shot in a rather sensitive place, snarling out in pain as energon starts profusely leaking from a large hole in his fram, over the field as he flies, his own vision was blurring, but he takes this moment to use his still working targeting system, to send Hookshot some coordinates. "<<Ack.... I'm losing energon rather rapidly here.>"

**Hookshot has posed:**
<<"Right-o, good chap! Take a rest and I'll handle this! What-ho!">> Don't ask where the cheesy accent came from. It seems that being literally disarmed and roughed up hasn't entirely sured Hookshot's mood or penchant for ham.

Hookshot just got back to the controls, and it looks like he imght have to head out there again. Reinforcements will be there soon anyway, so he can afford some risky maneuvers. Hookshot dives off the defenses yet again, spiralling towards Blurr. Who can touch the untouchable? Well, Hookshot is going to try! He activates his magnets, and then detaches them from his hand, tossing them down to rain upon Blurr.

**Ravage has posed:**
<<Then try to lose it with a bit of dignity, or don't die. Pick whichever works best for you... though I imagine both can work collectively for the greater whole, yes?>> He chuffs softly and glances around before sauntering towards Healthpoint. "Right then...let's just see if you are willing to die here... I, for one, could see it as beneficial to us all. Gain a martyr, lose a foe... win win, yes?"

He smirks and pounces.

**Jazz has posed:**
<<Autobots. Let's begin a pull out. One last attack on the target then withdraw.>>

 Jazz reloads his rifle but taking a quick glance at the situation decides to try to cover the escape. His leg pops open and a grenade pops out. He roll is towards the two ground Cons...he doesn't really consider Goth at the moment.

<<We were close in this one...next time we take out support units.>>

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Another missile strikes her, and Healthpoint looks barely mobile. She is once again exploded across a short distance, just in time to see Blurr hit with...magnets? Those can't be good for him.

      She looks at Ravage, her glasses cracked and her body barely able to move now. She tries to hold his gaze, but can't manage it for very long with so many alarms ringing in her head about her damaged systems and lack of energon. "...I-I am not willing to die here! I-if that happened, I couldn't help or protect anyone else!" she exclaims in a combination of fear and determination. Those medical repair arms deploy again, but instead of fixing Blurr they grab him and try to shake those magnets loose. "Blurr! Get up and finish this!!" she shouts urgently.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr gets smacked by the magnets while his attention was focused on Goth, causing his servos to seize up momentarily. But then Healthpoint grabs him and shakes--and perhaps she is stronger than she looks. Either that or those were some really weak magnets. He laughs derisively at Hookshot. "Ha, you finally hit me, congratulations! I have a feeling you had -help- though. A lot of it." he grins despite himself, and through all the pain and leaks.

    The speedster glances up for a moment, seeing that Goth is trailing energon. "Lucky you though, you get to live today." Then he fires at the mechabat, trying to knock him out of the sky.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth snarls as another hole is put in him, leaving him to snap back at ravage, but right now? He's losing far too much energon... And he was not about to give Dustoff a helm-ache by coming in offline, again! So in a familiar burst of black pixels....

**Hookshot has posed:**
Hookshot lands on his feet nearby. He cants his head to the side, not appearing to be vexed by Blurr's taunts. "Of course I did. We merry band of revolutionaries help each other out that way." Okay, so most of them are back stabbing connivers. But the truth rarely has any baring on Hookshot's performances.

The sound of reinforcements which finally arrived brings a smile to Hookshot's face. "Tood-a-loo!" Hookshot says as he quickly rushes amidst the chaos of battle, disappearing. It's less sophisticated than the bat, but effective.

**Ravage has posed:**
Ravage watches as Goth gets blasted instead of the base defenses, and then looks over at Healthpoint. "How...wonderfully idealistic of you." He flicks his ear lightly and turns on his heel (heels?) to move back to the fortifications, bringing the big guns to bear on the lingering Autobots. "Stay at your own peril."

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Ha, sure you all do--whenever it benefits you." Blurr taunts after Hookshot as he disappears into the throng. The point was that whoever that idiot cannon fodder Decepticon was he was definitely no match for Blurr, not on his own!

    Anyway, as reinforcements arrive, there is no point in wasting any more resources on this outpost for now. He transforms and zooms off!

**Jazz has posed:**
<<Autobots, let's get out of here. Reinforcements are near. We will have another chance at it.>>

JAzz drops and transforms and heads out of the area.

He repeats, <<Let's go! Someone get optics on Healthpoint.>>

**Healthpoint has posed:**
 Aaaaand...Blurr attacks Goth. Healthpoint just kind of stares, mouth open. Then, she vents in frustration before transforming. <<"Blurr!! That was our last shot!! -You- were our last shot!">> she exclaims, at least having the sense to do so over the comms rather than out-loud. Her transformation takes longer than usual thanks to all the damage. There are at least two large craters in her form, sparks and energon fall from her every few seconds, and her engines sound like they are having trouble running.

      She increases to her top speed...which is hardly anything impressive. And makes sure that if she flies over Blurr that he gets blasted with a little extra wind and dust and small debris. <<"Healthpoint here, sir! I am still operational! Barely...">>