1002/Polar Possibilities

**Darkstar has posed:**
    The Southern Polar Region is the site of one of the most devastating atrocities of the Great War, the facility located here remaining a monument of devastation wrought by the Decepticon Forces in a bid to maintain their dominance over Cybertron. The ground remained heated, the metalic surfaces still somewhat malleable. It was a place that conjured many reactions among the precious few who would find their way through the area-- mostly of the depressing variety. Many of the older Cybertronians remember losing someone here, be it a friend, rival, or foe.

    Darkstar flew through the skies on this particular evening being one of those who'd lost comrades and foes alike during Megatron's bid for domination, though he didn't seem to be terribly triggered by it. Sending a message to the other two Decepticons that were traveling with him as they scouted an unlikely location that would be suitable for a secret base, he'd swoop down a bit closer to the ground to look over the ruined facility. << We could probably repurpose this spot... Doubt anyone'd think about setting up a base here. Some might find it distasteful and a disgrace to the memory of those lost here, >> he chortles. << Standard softie stuff... >>

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid Drives into the area, pausing. "Such a waste." He says. "War does some horrible things. Do you think theres anything to salvage?" thats what hes here today, to see if anything can be rebuilt from such destruction.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught is aware of the atrocities that took place in the Southern Polar region. He's most likely studied the battle and probably read choice bits of the events to his teammates. Whether they liked it or not. He doesn't feel anything for the region, beyond perhaps a brief interest as he recognizes places he's previously only seen in recordings and reports. 'Perhaps,' he says to Darkstar. 'There are strategic advantages to the area, I'll admit. Though, whether we take the area or not is a matter for another day.'

**Hound has posed:**
Hound is out here leading a scouting expedition, surveying the landscape- or what's left of it after the Simanzi Massacre. The offroad jeep-like vehicle traverses the hazardous terrain with practiced caution, slowly and carefully making his way across the burnt out remains of what once held life and promise. However, this kind of difficult terrain isn't THAT difficult to an offroader like Hound. He knows how to make it through here, sending coordinates and suggested routes to his comrade(s) as he does.

"<<Follow me along the SE sector goin' 140 degrees... there's a bit of a patchy spot up over at 1 o clock. See the black has that dull gunmetal tint of red to it? Avoid that. >>" He makes his way over and onward, scanning the area for resources, activity, or survivors.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was flying over head, cloaked, with most of his recording gear active as he scouted about, though, needless to say, he did not like this place, he did not like it one bit. It was eerie, smelled of previous heat, (hells he could even feel said heat) char, and fire... It reminded him to much of all the times he'd been caught in all of those fire blasts from Nightlash and Prowl, as well as the flamethrowers that Sky Lynx could activate.

      "<<Fairly, who would /want/ a base here? If the updrafts I'm catching are any sign, the heat still in the area must be likely to make one catch a case of overheating.>>" He'd respond with a roll of his optics. He vented a sigh, he wanted to ask why he was here again, but being a private didn't really gain him that opportunity, specially with /Darkstar/ of all bots.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel is moving along at a steady clip, although it is not necessarily the fastest she can go. But this is because her surveying equipment needs time to capture the topographical data around her. After the Crucible had malfunctioned and melted the area, there was a need for more maps. And while an aerial scout would get the information quicker, her method didn't run the risk of atmospheric interference. Besides, there'd been a call to get someone on the ground to actually physically see the landscape and navigate it. Also to test how, ahem, solid the newly formed terrain actually is. Hint. Swivel has left some interesting tracks in a few places. <<"Sir.">> Swivel acknowledges, turning slightly to heed his instructions.

<<"Salvage operations were tightly conducted and supervised, from what I understand. Prowl kept a very tight lid on this. I doubt there's anything to find, now.">> Swivel remarks to First Aid.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar took his time circling around the ruined facility, and came about to place himself just above Onslaught. << Yeah, yeah... Best spot we've seen during this whole expedition though. Jus' because you can't stand the heat don't make it a trash location, Bats. >> The Arrowship pulled ahead then, engines whining softly. It didn't take him too long to spot something a little odd in the metallic surface, having a keen optic for that which typically seemed out of place. Tracks... << Hold up a tik. Picking up on something here, >> the space-alt radioed to the others, and moved in a bit closer to the ground.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "Well hopefully, it can be rebuilt then at this point. It'd be horrible to leave it like.." he says. "You guys getting that on the radar?" he sounds wary.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught rumbles. 'Hopefully it won't be anything too cumbersome for you," he mutters as Darkstar moves in toward the ground. He tracks the Arrowship's movement, trying to focus on what Darkstar might be seeing. <<What are you seeing?>> he radios.

**Hound has posed:**
Hound's own radar picks up something. "<< Yes. Several signals, some coming in fast. We should stick together, in case it's Cons. We'll be stronger together than spread out thin. Swivel, you see any possible spots we can get a bit of cover around here if we need it? >>"

**Swivel has posed:**
When there is mention of several signals, which aren't their own, Swivel slows down. She puts topography on lower priority. <<"Sir, yes, sir!">> Swivel chirps into the radio as she begins to scout out for possible hiding places and cover. She goes one further. Not only does she look for somewhere to hide, she goes off route and actually decides to test one of the bolt holes she detects. She just needs to make sure it won't suddenly drop down into a pit of magma or something.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    << Pickin' up some tracks here. They look pretty fresh... I'm gonna grab some altitude an' see if I can get a superior vantage, >> Darkstar offers to the other two, and without waiting for an official word from the Major the Arrowship begins to do just that. Besides, Goth was the invisible one. He knew his best bet was to get the big picture from higher up, and let the Beastformer operate in his proper place BENEATH him.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid moves closer to Hound and Swivel. "I'll protect you guys if I need to. HOpefully, they will get what they want and leave soon." fat chance, Aid.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught is used to flyers who rush in where angels fear to tread. He does work with Vortex, after all. He's not surprised Darkstar opts to take himself higher and, presumably, out of range of any ground attacks. <<Acknowledged,>> he sends, as he maintains his own distance from the ground -- discretion being the better part of valor (and not getting shot), after all.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gave an annoyed roll of his optics when Darkstar made a jab at his fire and heat troubles, and merely grumbled, quitting down.. His ears move swiveled forward when it was mentioned Darkstar was picking up something, bringing up his own radards and listening very closely.

      He'd keep his altitude steady, keeping an optic on his radar at the picked up signals... He'd start looking around for a safe place to perch, right now actually ignoring the spacer in favour of hoping that he would forget he was there. He ran checks on his systems as well, ensuring all his equipment was working, and once ready, started descending.... Though he would tightbeam Onslaught. "<<...Be ready to be dealing with this for the rest of this war.>>" He'd say dryly in response to Darkstar.

**Hound has posed:**
Hound is confident Swivel is doing her job as he finds the best spot of cover he can, for now, a tangled jangle of metal left over from some long-destroyed building. The offroader rolls up near it, though not next to it, for it could be pretty fragile for all he knows. Still, it affords some visual cover at least. "<< Same for you, First Aid. I'll put up a hologram if neccessary. Find anything, Swivel? >>"

**Swivel has posed:**
It's still a bit warm in the enclosure Swivel had found. Now in her robot form, Swivel places a hand against the smoothed, curved wall of the tunnel. Tunnel? It's almost more of a partial bubble. Or series of bubbles where the metal had cooled before it burst. The ground is very uneven, but there is shelter. And it's silent. So silent. <<"Found a... well... I'll just call it a tunnel for now. It doesn't seem to go very far and looks like it's a dead end. But if you duck at the entrance it will get tall enough for you and First Aid. Good to hide temporarily, but not an escape route. Here are the co-ords.">>

After a moment, Swivel tilts her head. <<"How far can you project your hologram from yourself? Or could you make an opening seem closed off?">>

**Darkstar has posed:**
    As if the elevation wasn't great enough already, Darkstar in Arrowship form nearly kisses the stars as he zooms in on the tracks that he'd begun to follow. << Annnnd... There you are, >> he offers aloud over the comms, and immediately begins to send data to the Decepticons far below. << See where they end? Looks like we may have ourselves a squatter nearby... What'cha wanna do with this one, Major? >> It'd probably be worth flushing whoever it is out of their hole, whether or not there is an actual threat. If they were going to setup a base here at some point of even considering doing so they'd at least need to secure the area. << You've got rank. Your call... >> Time to see how worthy of his title this Onslaught mech actually is.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid has no idea they've been found so goes for the hole. "I got it. Come on, Hound." he waits to make sure the others get there first. And hope they get ther ebefore the Decepticons do."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught considers his options. <<True, I do have the rank and the call is mine,>> he radios. <<Corporal, it's your hole, why don't you see if you can flush anything out of it? Goth and I will observe from our current position. I'm sure there's nothing in there that you can't handle, don't you agree?"

**Goth has posed:**
     They couldn't see it, but a ridge had been raised, but a smirk was cracking its way onto his face.

      He'd carefully land himself on a near stable enough vantage point, that would allow him to be observing safely, while being in range to pick up audio and visuals of all was about to happen, he'd make a quiet hemming sound to himself in thought. This all should be /very/ amusing. "<<Acknowledged, sir.>>" He'd reply respectfully.

**Hound has posed:**
Hound considers. "<< I can project it some ways away, sure.. depends on atmospheric conditions, terrain, etc. Let's see, judging from your coordinates... >>" He does some calculations, "<< I think I might make it, yeah. Want me to create one? >>" Then as First Aid starts to try heading there immediately anyway, Hound sort of sighs... "Hold up!"

Unfortunately, the signals are coming closer and... "<< I think they ARE Decepticons. Swivel, is there an exit in there anywhere, or is it really just a dead end? If they've spotted us we don't want to get ourselves cornered... >>" In the meantime, he works to send up a hologram to make the entrance difficult to see, not knowing Darkstar's already spotted it.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel goes further in to the bubbly tunnel. And, just as she had thought, it is a dead end. Swivel sighs, placing a ahnd against the wall. But it's soft to the touch. She pokes it a bit, but then draws her hand back. That might be unwise. <<"Dead End. If they are headed this way, we've likely been spotted. No point getting trapped in here, I'm on my way out.">> Swivel says, sound midly frustrated. She begins to head out, but her sensors are on high alert and she is expecting an ambush any moment now.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Really... This is who they allow to become a Major? Clearly it was only a brevet rank handed out because the Combaticons are foolish enough to follow him! << Aye-aye, Major. Movin' in! >> At least the Combaticon realized that Darkstar was more capable than the common rabble. Switching comms to an open channel the Arrowship's engines whined again as he moved in closer to the hole, which would prove a rather tight squeeze for a ship his size. << Attention... This is Corporal DS-131 of the Decepticon Forces. Your presence has been deemed 'inconvenient', and a \*hinderance\* to the completion of a military operation in progress. Come out now-- peacefully, or there will be...\*trouble\*. >> Please let them choose trouble! Wait a tik, was that entrance getting smaller?

    << On your guard, mechs... The entrance is getting smaller. Somethin' ain't right here, >> he begins to explain to Onslaught and Goth. Unfortunately for First Aid the ambulance was still in full view as he comes to an abrupt halt to make sure that the rest of his team made it to the hole, and the innocent medic's sense of camaradarie becomes their undoing. << Contact! Autobots below us! >> For the moment Darkstar checked his fire, unwilling to open up on what looked like the weakling medic from Thymesis who'd just recently bought him a drink at Maccadam's Oil House.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid sighs as he sees them coming. "I could move out there. Give them osmething to chase after. A distraction." he offeres.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught watches/listens as Darkstar charges in to an unknown situation and...announces his presence. There could be just about anything down there -- ok, maybe not a metrotitan or an entire battalion of fuel-thirsty Auto-berzerkers but still, Darkstar has no idea what he might be running up against. Foolish! Reckless! Idiotic behavior -- why, his Combaticons...okay, Blast Off wouldn't do it, and Swindle might, if there was a chance at getting something out of it but Brawl and/or Vortex, oh yeah, he wouldn't even have had to order them to rush in like a mad drone. But, well, those are \*his\* men. He knows their capabilities, he knows their limitations and how best to try and justify their actions to the higher-ups.

<<How many Autobots and how small is the entrance to the tunnel?>> Onslaught asks. <<If the quarters are too tight, perhaps Goth and I cannot assist you.>> Oh that would be a \*shame\* wouldn't it? Onslaught's optics flicker as he considers a few angles. <<Darkstar, I don't hear firing. Are you alright?>>

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is remaining in place, watching, and listening, but he does move a hand over his mouth and lets out a soft "ohhh" when he starts puzzling things together, he'd shift his optics sides to side like he just realized something /scandalous/ and just grinned, settling into his spot.

**Hound has posed:**
"<< No, you wouldn't last against a Decepticon starship like that... we've got a scarcity of cover and not many reenforcements. Though... we do have another team in the next sector, radioing them right now. >>" He gets on it, asking for assistance. "<< It's brave of you to offer, First Aid, I appreciate it, but I think we're stronger together than apart right now. >>" Then his scanners beep... "<< Looks like we've got more incoming. Swivel, get out of there now. I'm going to provide a distraction- one that requires less sacrifice than you had in mind, First Aid. >>"

The offroad vehicle that is Hound (or it sure LOOKS like him, at least) slowly rolls out from under cover to face the Decepticon starship. "<< Decepticons. This is a salvage and scouting mission under Iacon jurisdiction Sector 159-A, surveillence and salvage rights granted. Are you interferring with this peaceful mission? We're not here to fight. We do have reenforcements coming, however. But I'd like to resolve this peacefully, if possible. >>"

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel doesn't need to be told twice. The femme begins to hurry to exit the cover, preferring not to get separated from the other two Autobots. She reaches the mouth of the tunnel, and there she pauses, peering up. <<"How many are there?">> It's so open out there, and something causes her to hesitate from taking that final step out into the open.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Quarters too tight? Goth and Onslaught cannot assist? Darkstar couldn't help laughing at the sheer idiocy of the mech from below. He was the largest of them after all, and what's even worse is that the mechabat had both nightvision AND cloaking abilities. The combaticon commander was a complete and utter moron... Unless of course there was something going on behind the scenes that he was unaware of. Hmmm... No, everything he had observed of Onslaught showed a mech who was one of the processor dominant types. There was definitely something up, a plot was afoot, and he was being used as some kind of fall-mech. << Standby, Major... >> he begins as he receives an incoming transmission. Good timing Iacon salvage mission.

    << I'm registering multiple contacts now. There are at least two above ground, and perhaps more inside of the hole... Looks like they're a salvage operation spouting some kinda bureaucratic nonsense. You should probably take the reigns on this one-- stuff's above my paygrade. >> That said, Darkstar banks to port and begins to circle back around in a wide arc.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods. "Roger." He says trying to stay close to the other two. If he gets to the hole, he'll try to move near it "I've got the hole covered."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught couldn't be....lying, could he? Noooooo, not Onslaught. Not the leader of the Combaticons, a group known for their consistently above-board and honorable approach to li...no, wait, that's another universe. Probably the one where Ravage keeps asking if people can see him waving at them on Yatter. \*This\* Onslaught will lie like a rug if the situation requires it.

Onslaught snorts, then radios his reply. <<Are you saying you can't handle a mere salvage operation, Corporal?>> he asks. <<I suppose if you're willing to admit your failings, I could move into position to assist you. Goth, would your medical ethics allow you to take part in battle?>>

**Goth has posed:**
     "Smart Mech" is all Goth can really think when he hears Darkstar over the commlink, and then Onslaught replies and just.. Woow, he's really started a dumpster fire. He had the most amused grin on his face, but was able to collect himself once more, clearing his vocalizer and started speaking. "<<Ahh, but of course, I'm not above or below such combat, that and I am no fully fledged medic, but an assistant to Dustoff.>>" He'd inform, trying to give Onslaught what he could for tactics.

**Hound has posed:**
"<< I only see the one, >>" Hound replies to Swivel, "<< But there are usually more than one around, so don't count on it just being the spaceship. >>" He watches as Darkstar banks around, but doesn't answer him. "<< Alright, First Aid, sounds good. We'll both keep things covered until Swivel can get out of there. >>"

**Swivel has posed:**
Tentatively, Swivel steps out of the cave. Her optics no longer shine with their purple glow, but have become dark, almost black. The residual heat does interfere somewhat, but she slowly begins looking around, scouting out heat signatures too concnetrated to just be the environment. <<"...Two other than the starship.">> Swivel reports. For the moment, she is letting Hound handle the negotiations on this one. <<"One is sheltered in the ruins, the other just over that ridge.">> Swivel also begins calculating the escape route with the most of the scarce cover.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    It was a bit too late for that... He was on to Onslaught now, perhaps...maybe. The only thing that Darkstar really knew for certain was that Onslaught seemed to be far too intelligent a mech with too high a rank to be making so many bad calls. Right? Maybe he was wrong, and it was a simple matter of the Combaticon not knowing the strengths and weaknesses of his team... So many possibilities! Either way the challenge was on, and at least Hound was a fighter so Darkstar could bring himself to attack that one at least. << Hah! Salvage operation would be like shootin' turbo-rats in a barrel! This ain't no salvage op though... >> the Arrowship reveals as he finally catches a glimpse of the Offroad vehicle. << Those're the two 'Bots Private Goth an' I clashed with on Thymesis! I'll drop th' toughguy. You two can handle the weakling... >>

    Opening up with a flurry of laser blasts, Darkstar peppers the ground all around the Offroad Vehicle known as Hound. Or was that a hologram? Either way he'd find out soon enough!

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid keeps with the others. "Hologram's down, keep together. I dont think we can handle them, but maybe we can outrun them."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught is most certainly up to something. You can tell by the fact that he is currently functioning. <<Corporal, you have a very interesting idea about how the rank structure works,>> he says. <<But, feel free to engage with the strongest opponent if it will help you prove something to yourself. I will handle my own battles.>> He surveys the scene, looking for a likely target....okay, a likely target whose name doesn't rhyme with Quark Bar....

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's ears stiffen as something pings on his Radar, and he looks down to notice.. Oh.. He's been spotted.. Well, he can't be having that. He'd stand down, and fold one arm behind his back, and then place the other on his chassis. "Know, it's /quite/ rude to out a mech who's just minding his own business." He'd grin, very much reconizings Hound and First Aid.

      His optics where mainly settled on Hound, but Swivel had drawn his ire.. Someone that could spot him was a liability. "Here I was hoping things would be quite.. Droll." He'd chuckle before lunging himself off the ruins he had been perched on and sped his way towards Swivel.

**Hound has posed:**
With a crackle, Hound...'s hologram is destroyed. It dissolved into nothingness, revealing the real thing further back. Swivel reveals more Cons, and with that attack, it's time to get into action. "<< Retreat... we're not going to hold up long against 3 Decepticons. I see Darkstar, we've got the Combaticon Commander over there, looks like... and you said we've got another one, Swivel? I know those first two are heavy-hitting warriors. We need to join the other team ASAP. Swivel, any further terrain features I should know? Right now, I'm thinking- back to the ridge we came from and head east. >>"

The offroader turns around and begins moving that way, making sure the other two are coming with as he turns the machine gun mounted on his rear section around to fire back at the spacemech.

**Swivel has posed:**
<<"Sending you topography data. There's a shallow gorge heading in the direction of the last known position of our re-ack!">> Swivel has to think on her feet as the mechbat swoops down on her. Swivelbarely leans back, Goth's slashing claws coming a bit too close for comfort. Reflexively, Swivel grabs her whip. With his so close she doesn't properly crack it, but just jabs the hard handle at Goth's side, activating the electrical current. Hopefully, this might keep the bat down long enough to retreat.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "Maybe they'll let us go if we leave now. They wont have a reason to fire on us. f we just.." and there goes the machine gun fire. "Ok lets go a little faster now."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    << Ohh-hahah! Don't worry, Major. Go right ahead and stay in your safe space. Me an' the Private'll protect ya,>> Darkstar replies with a laugh as he watches the hologram explode into nothingness. Yep, that Autobot was up to his old tricks! Just like before he wasn't actually what he appeared to be, but rather somewhere else entirely. << Ohhh-ho-ho-ho-- Okay, I am \*so\* onto that one now! >> Contact! Just as he thought Hound was not far from the projected image of himself, and the Arrowship was being fired upon again...just like the last time. A sudden burst of speed carried the Arrowship forward just enough to avoid the incoming machine gun fire, and another zap-zap-zap of laser fire streaked through the air hot on Hound's six o'clock!

    A tightbeam message found its way to the Offroader. << We've really gotta keep meeting like this, Autobot... It's really good ta' see you again! Last time was a real \*blast\*. >> When no shots are fired by the ambulance, Darkstar couldn't help laughing again. So, the Medi-Bot really was a pacifist...

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught chuckles. <<Your concern for my safety is admirable, Darkstar -- or is it that you need help against your opponent? You were the one who was eager to take the more formidable foe, after all.>> As Hound's hologram explodes, he has to grudgingly admit the Corporal does seem to have some of the skills to pay the bills. <<Very good shot, Corporal,>> he says. <<Let's see if you can hit an actual \*person\* next, shall we?>>. For his part, he seems content to sit out this part of the battle, staying above it, observing the action as if trying to decide just the right time to become involved.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid still isnt shooting. NOt unless he has to. Hes running, trying to keep close to his friends. "Come on, we're almost there.." he revs his tengine. "I hope you guys dont wnana stay and fight."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth squeaks out in pain, and goes sliding a crossed the ragged ground, his cloak broken as he appears to everyone on the field in a cloud of black and red pixels, and electrical discharge. The current dancing along his frame visibly, locking his servos in place, which he was struggling against with a snarl. That Matter he was trying to keep his mind straight, clear of the growing panic from the heat he could feel coming up from the ground. "Damnit!" He'd snap.

**Swivel has posed:**
And the bat goes down, much to Swivel's relief. Swivel tip-toes around Goth whispering, "Sorry about that Mr Bat. Bye now!" Saying nothing more, as it's best to let sleeping (read: stunned) bats lie. Swivel transforms and begins heading along the path she'd tried to alert her teammates of, following a deep scar carved in the terrain. <<"Nope. Not interested in staying and fighting. I am far more interested in retreating to meet up with reinforcements - which I am now doing.">>

**Hound has posed:**
Hound grunts as he gets blasted by the spaceship. Ofroad jeep-like vehicle against a slick, fast spaceship... yeah he doesn't think this will go well. Receiving Swivel's coordinates, he replies. "<< Great. Sounds like a plan. The other scout team should be able to meet up with us on the other side. Just keep moving! Yes, First Aid, we're retreating. ...Nice shot there, Swivel! >>" Ah, so THAT's who the other Con was.

The offroader does tightbeam Darkstar back, though, as he goes. "<< Yeah, I can bet you think it is. Sorry, I prefer spending time with folks who at least know to pick on people their own size, not harrass innocent field medics. You ever wanna have a \*real\* face to face, come down here to our level and try seeing things from our point of view. >>" With that, the offroader revs his engines, counting on uneven terrain and bits of cover to shield him and his crew long enough to enable escape into the canyon, where Autobot forces are coming to meet them.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid tucks tailpipe, pulling in retreat with the rest of the group without even firing a shot or making any crackshots. "They have it this round. We'll fight back...when we're not sure to be destroyed."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    << I think you meant to say hit an actual person \*again\*, Major, >> Darkstar would reply, his voice full of amusement after having just struck Hound...the REAL Hound, as he clung to pursuit of the speeding Offroad Vehicle and laser blasts continued to lance from his Arrowship's foreward cannons. Bits of shrapnel exploded upward to Hound's left, to his right, and soft metal whitened with repeated hits from laser beams. Darkstar was getting closer and closer, but the tightbeam from Hound did give him pause. Harass innocent field medics? He does no such thing... In fact, Darkstar actively AVOIDS attacking the weaklings!

    << Sky Lynx is a field medic? Hah! Guess we should update the \*file\* on that one, ehy Aft-obot? >> That said, the Arrowship lines up another shot, his rockets giving a whirr-click as they lock into position. The moment the rockets launched a sudden and heavy gust of wind from the Northwest struck the Arrowship, throwing it slightly off course. "Slaggit!"

**Goth has posed:**
     Mr. Bat... What? Goth just shutters his optics in confusion. He'd managed to get himself up and shake the current from his frame, his furr still standing on end and he lets out a low growl as he made his way on all fours, back over to Onslaught. "<<That one, is one to put onto my watch list.>>" he'd chuff.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught is still angry at Darkstar but the Arrowship does have an attitude that feels familiar. He chuckles as Darkstar chides him. <<I know what I said, Corporal,>> he says, chuckling again as the wind itself thwarts Darkstar's rocket assault. <<Darkstar, Goth, pull back. These Autobots have had enough. Let them go so they can return to their base and inform their leaders that the southern pole is Decepticon territory. Or will be soon enough.>>

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Well, he was never really that big on chasing down those in retreat anyway. The Arrowship broke off pursuit once Onslaught chimed in over the comms, the whole thing coming rather easy as he knew that there was no glory to be had when your enemy was running. It took him a moment to level out after the heavy rush of winds, but soon enough he was on course to return to the other Decepticons. << Copy that, Lead... >>

    Dropping from the skies above where Goth had fallen, Darkstar transforms and hits the ground in the old superhero landing that he favored. "What happened to you?" he wonders with a laugh, noticing the mechabat's fur was still standing on end. "Oh... That other Offroader. Little bit more'n you could handle, eh?"

**Goth has posed:**
     "<<Understood sir.>>" Goth would huff, and would give Darkstar a half-shuttered, unamused look, eventually rolling his optics and would saunter past the spacer. He'd climb his way up one of the near ruins and would launch himself into the air once high enough with a hard kick to the wall. He'd also re-engage his cloaking device, vanishing into that familiar quick cloud of pixels.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught is shocked, actually shocked -- almost openly so -- by how quickly Goth and, surprise of surprises, Darkstar obeys his order to cease hostilities. There's no whining, no snarking, no yelling, no huffing. Just a simple acknowledgement of Onslaught's order. He...okay, he's still \*mad\* at Darkstar, damnit and of \*course\* he wants his teammates back! He misses them. Not having them means the Combaticons are down forty percent of their strength but...okay, he could get \*used\* to this kind of instant obedience, he's just saying...