1191/Battleground: Toraxxis Plains 4 - 4

Cast of Characters: | Prowl, Overlord, First Aid, Goth, 135, 139

**Prowl has posed:**
    The Toraxxis Mega-Refinery has lain in ruins for vorns by now, however, the Plains still remain a strategic locale for its proximity to the city-state of Ibex. The battle rages hot as artillery shells explode across the already treacherous terrain. Prowl is at a control console on the Toraxxis Plains outpost, deploying another wave of assault drones at the enemy forces. << Fireflight, scout ahead and report enemy movements. Watch out for air units--pull back if they spot you. First Aid, keep tabs on vitals and assist where needed. >>

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight flies a bit unsteadily high over the skies of the base and the surrounding plains. Not because of turbulence, no, because the pilot is a bit distracted. Hey, he's looking for the baddies while also admiring the scenery! It's a complicated job, okay?

Receiving Prowl's orders, the Aerialbot radios back, "<< Gotcha! I'll just find... oh wow, did you ever get to see the plains from up here? They remind me of a boardgame I played once, it was... OH! Hey! I see them! I see Decepticons! I... think. Lemme get closer... >>" The jet veers closer... "<< Yep! I see three Cons... they look... mean. Really... mean. Gonna fire my firefog missiles at them while you've got them all distracted, that's ok, right? >>" The jet does as he says, sending fire- your favorite, Goth!- towards the three Cons.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Right. I'll be on the backlines if needed.' as usual he hopes not. But he know the waythese battles go.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is flying overhead, scouting out defenses and units below when he takes a drone right to the face, causing him to spiral downwards dizzly, but he would quickly correct himself with the violent spin, using such ot also dodge out of the way of Fireflights oncoming fire-haze, he'd look back at the other two struck and let out a loud "HAH!" at Fireflight missing him, flew right passed the autobot right towards the base.

      "<<Right then.. Sending a data packet your way General, Sixshot, I take you know what to do at this point.>>" He'd report over the communlink, first time he'd ever really met this Overlord, outside the rather /rude/ orders from the boards a few cycles ago, but he needed to keep his mind focus like how he and Sixshot had been the past deca-cycles. "<<Reporting Autobot units Prowl, Fightflight and First Aid on the ground.>>" He'd quickly report back to the other two.

**Overlord has posed:**
Overlord wades into battle!

Literally. He's trudging forward without a care and as the drones are unleashed he just wades through the ones that bother coming near him, bringing up his shield to not so much block the incoming fire as to bash the inconveniences aside, with just as much mind given to the nuissance that is Fireflight.

<<I thoroughly expect nothing short of your best, which is what I'm certain you will all more than willingly give.>> He looks towards the spot highlighted by Goth and brings his baster up, firing at what is undoubtedly something...critical.

<<Spare the survivors. We can...use them for entertainment when all of this is over as a reward for a job well done, yes? Assuming there are any survivors, of course. Now then, let's break them.>>

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot quickly moves across the battlefield swatting at the drones as they swarm. As the flames was over his frame he doesn't even glance at Fireflight, "<<Heh they fixed him up quick enough. Well this time will be his loss.>>" He looks to the spot Overlord strikes charging forward. Moving left to right before quickly taking to the air to strike out in the same location.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl watches the readouts on the console, honing in on Sixshot and Overlord's presence. No doubt they'd be the main source of firepower this time around. Unfortunately, he doesn't think he currently as the personnel to match their damage output, reinforcements might not make it in time. Nonetheless, he opens the commlink again. << Autobots, focus on Overlord and Sixshot. Keep them occupied. >>

    As for himself, he climbs to the top of one of the watchtower and fires an incendiary at the Decepticon onslaught, aiming for a trajectory that will maximum damage.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight arcs up from his missile attack. "<< Ok, Sir! >>" Now, which one is Overlord and Sixshot? He runs through some of his databanks and... ah! The jet circles back around, then locates a high spot he can land on. Transforming, he pulls out his Photon Displacer and aims right at the nearest Decepticon- who happens to be Overlord. "Hey, don't you guys have better things to do?" He fires off a shot.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid keeps back "Allright." he arms his own pistol and mutters. "I wont use this if I dont have to. But if you guys get in trouble I'll pull you out." (No attack this round)

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth smirked seeing their plan going into action without a hitch, well almost, he would be struck by one of Prowl's incendiary, and lets out a cry of pain as the fire starts melting his armor and scorching his frame, he'd let out a hiss of pain, and correct his trajectory before he could hit the ground.

      He'd then make a hard bank back to his group, getting low to the ground as he sped passed them, and transformed into his root-mode, going into a roll, pulling out on of his drones as he did, and used the force the lob it at the defences direction.

      The drone would shift to skittering to the base on four legs and make its way up into the wiring Overlord and Sixshot exposed, injecting the liquid from it's tank into an energon line.

**Overlord has posed:**
Overlord is now an Overlord that is on fire, and for a brief moment he just sort of looks towards Prowl...and then smirks. "Hmph..." And then there's a Fireflight near him. <<Focus on the walls. They've gone weak and should break. I'll...tie up their forces.>>

And thusly, Fireflight has indeed gained the attention of Overlord, and the mech-on-fire stalks towards the Autobot recon unit while stowing his blaster into a subspace pocket and drawing out his sword. "There's some cliche remark about how this will hurt you far more than it will hurt me," he turns his head slightly as the Autobot fires at him, "it's not a lie."

And with that, he steps in to swing his shield at the admittedly naive mech that's so casually taunting him as he remarks back in as calm a tone as possible. "As for...something better to do? Than rip you to pieces? Possibly, but not much comes to mind."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"<<With pleasure and I'll bury a few in the process.>>", Sixshots optics narrow as a familiar payload hits his frame. Moving into the air as he ignores the flames gears quickly shift. Transforming into cannon mode as anti-gravs activate he turns to take aim and fire off a blast to ensure that the wall crumbles.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl groans at the readouts on the console. As he'd predicted, the Cons' firepower far outmatched theirs at this particular battle. He debates whether it would be best to simply conserve what resources and mechpower they had left and retreat immediately, or just try to do as much damage as possible before abandoning the defense.

    Hmph. He opts for the latter. He might as well deploy as many drones as possible. << Deploying assault drones, keep up the pressure. >>

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight blinks as Overlord just keeps coming. Wow, that's a big and tough and MEAN looking mech, indeed. He takes a step back, gun still raised, mouth slightly agape at the image of this looming Con- on fire and still approaching like he hardly even feels it. "Uhhh..." Um, what would Skydive tell him to do in this situation? Maybe, er, fly? Yeah, flying is sounding good about now...

He doesn't get the chance. Not a lie, huh? "Well, uh, telling the truth is... good, right? That's- that's a start, I guess! Yeah. I-I just gotta...um..." He takes another step back, aiming to transform, but Overlord's faster than he is. "Gah!" The niave Aerialbot is smashed backwards by Overlord's shield, sending him crashing to the ground. "Owww..." He lies there, too stunned to react.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is struck by the drone, and the alarms are blaring in his ears about his life being in danger, he'd violently shake his helm as he tried to clean the ash from his optics. He'd transform back to his vampire-alt mode and let out an angry and desperate roar. Standing his ground with a snarl, he'd glare at the base, sending Sixshot a data packet.

      "<<May need to hide myself here momentary.>>" He'd report. "<<Systems have fallen into the orange.>>"

**Overlord has posed:**
Overlord continues to calmly advance towards Fireflight. "It's been a long time since I was able to...enjoy myself." He glances briefly at his blade before, with a rather surprisingly spry display of mobility, he lunges towards the stunned flier. "So I do believe I'll make up for it tonight."

He brings his blade around to simply drive down at the stunned Autobot's chest before turning to glare rather accusingly at the drones that come after him. "I'll deal with your 'master' next..."

Goth's transmission is also heard, and he glances towards the scout-bat-whatever. <<Do what you must. The walls will fall.>> It's more a proper order than a statement of fact... but also probably both.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot lets out a vent as the drones swarm, moving to a new position as he ignores the slight pain from the lingering fire. Once given the packet he transforms once more. This time the into tank mode as he impacts the ground. The three quickly turning as he aims and fires off a missile towards the defenses.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Nope, it was time to bail. Sure, there were still drones left in the bays, but it wasn't going to be enough, and reinforcements weren't going to be able to get here in time. << The outpost is lost. Autobots, pull out. >> he orders, transforming and heading for transports back to Central Ibex.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight stares as Overlord walks up to him, his own systems still trying to reorient themselves. He's gotta get up, fly away... but the ground's spinning. The Aerialbot struggles to push himself up, get back on his feet... but then there's a sword through his chest. With a scream, the jet falls back down, systems now painfully awake and aware. He thrashes, desperately trying to get free. "Stop it, stop it, \*zkt\* stop it!!!"

He's got to get free, fly, fly away... Managing to get just a bit of distance as Overlord turns to look elsewhere. Gasping, clutching at his bleeding chest, Fireflight receives Prowl's orders. "<< \*gasp\*... F-following, Sir.. \*krt\* >>" With a last pained wheeze, the Aerialbot transforms and takes to the sky, following after Prowl.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid sees that fireflight is having trouble getting out of the fray. "Hold on, Fireflight. Im coming. No mech left behind." he transforms and drives in attempting to get to Fireflight in time.

**Overlord has posed:**
Overlord doesn't seem to try and hold Fireflight there, but...well, he'll let the fighter rip himself free because it's the fun thing to do. Once he notices the mainstay forces are retreating, he wipes his blade clean and walks towards the vacated fortifications.

<<Capture any who are wounded or foolish enough to stay behind. We'll let them fight amongst one another to see who returns home. Should serve as some pleasant entertainment Well done, Decepticons. I'm finding my faith restored already. Have medical send forces in to tend to our wounded and Logistics work on repairing the base.>>

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot shifts back to root mode as it become clear the Autobots choose to run, "Another time, Prowl." As the orders are relayed he quickly looks around and motions for any soldier to move ahead of him. The sixchanger looking at the damage to the base before beginning his own hunt.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would pant seeing them go, and opticed over Overlord who gave orders, he'd clear his voice box and transform back to his root-mode, and forced himself up into a sitting position to tend to a few of his lesser burns, He'd let out a grunt as he'd bring a hand up to respond to OVerlord. "<<Understood sir.. Mph.. Sixshot and I don't typically fail often.>>" Fact they often worked well together.

      He'd groan, and get himself back to his pedes.