1188/Battleground: Praxus 4 - 4

Cast of Characters: | Prowl, Nightlash, Ratchet, Goth, 135

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was flying over head as per-normal, not using his cloaking device or the already going off alarm about the autobots on the field, was instead relying on his own scouter to try and hunt down those leading the siege, sending Sixshot back the coordinates of those he'd spot. "<<Hmm Seems Prowl, Nightlash, and their CMO, Ratchet are on the playing field today.>>" he could feel in his tanks this was not going to be a good day for them.

      Cloaking was not an option for him at the moment, so best to make do with what he had, so strategy wise... They didn't have anyone capable of refueling on the field.. So.. He'd sight and put the medical bay on alert, he'd then spin around and soar his way back over to the defenses, pulling up the controls to send out the defense drones.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"<<The medic can deal with later. Focus on the sappers first.>>", Sixshot replies to Goth as he looks out to the battlefield. Taking flight his optics focus on the bot SIC, "Hope your ready for a dance, Prowl." He quickly moves in attempt to intercept the cop. Once close enough he quickly swings, focusing on where he believes a weakpoint is.

**Ratchet has posed:**
On alert the medical team does go. It doesn't stop them from advancing. << "Everyone be alert." >> Ratchet calls over comms, << "The line sucker is out here." >>. Drones come swarming from the city's defensive barriers but Ratchet doesn't let himself be intimidated by a few drone blasts pinging off his plating, he holds up his weapon and fires on the aforementioned defensive wall.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl is indeed once again spearheading the offensive. And he has a plan in place as he usually does. Last time, the supercoolant worked quite well against the defensive barriers, so you can bet he's going to be using that again. This time though, he's delegated the job to several infantry teams, who charge forward to deliver the chemicals at several key points he has predicted would be most effective.

    He takes a few hits from drones, and gets whacked by Sixshot. "I'm sorry, but I don't dance." he states evenly in response to the sixchanger, then falls back toward the shields.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash is...shot at by drones from the ground? WELL FINE THEN... granted, she could probably cloak up, could probably even play it safe and totally get some speed going to avoid getting hit by follow-on shots...

But for reasons that /might/ be clear to some, she's very, very, veeery angry. Especially at the Decepticons, and she's got plenty of them showing up on her targeting arrays. More than enough to have a proper field day...

Inverting, she dives down towards the base itself, rolling out her selected payload. <<Line sucker...right... Standby for danger close. Ready to hear some pain?>>

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is immediately set on fire, and he hisses at the pain as he leans over the defense controls, trying to endure the pain that came with it, some of his armor melting from the flames, his vision blurring from it all... He'd then start laughing, it been sometime since he actually went down /propper/ in a fight.. Might as well make a lasting impression on these bots.

      Grinning widely he doesn't attempt to put out the flames, looking tired with the hint of something wild in his optics, he dives off the ledge of the defenses and sooms at the Autobots, transforming the second he gets close to the ground and pulling a round drone from his subspace that he lobs at the ground unit's general direction, to which several pointed legs would shoot out, and start skittering for Ratchet!

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot's optics narrow as he looks up at Nightlash as the fire bathes his frame. Looking back to Prowl he watches the mechs position but doesn't give chase. Instead he activates his comms, "<<Target all enemy combatants and open fire.>>" As he says this the Marauder Turrets immediately turn to open fire at each of the Autobots.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl had almost made it to the shields, but is caught in the back by one of the marauder drones. It sends him sprawling, his armor already damaged from before. He curses and ducks into cover as quickly as he can, relaying a data packet to Nightlash. << Give them hell. >> he tells her on the comms, a language he knows she definitely would be obliged to answer to.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash gets blasted pretty heartily for all her efforts at lighting things up a bit... <<Ow...right, I'll get on it then...>> She checks the data package over briefly and then gets her own systems crunching a few numbers.... Right-o, time to get close. She chuffs softly before cloaking systems kick in proper and, just like that, she shimmers out of sight. <<Going in...>>

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet was pretty unflinching at the first drone barrage. The second? Not so much. The next barrage hits him harder and Ratchet has to drop behind cover- just not before Sixshot manages to get some pot shots at the medic's back. He's not holdout out so good anymore... Prowl looks like he could use some help too.

Keeping down, he shuffles and crouches his way to the tactician and starts to patch and reinforce his plating, "So you too, huh?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's helm and ears looked over as he caught a glimpse of Nightlash vanishing from sight, and just chuckles, as he starts giving chase in his bot mode, mostly attempting to stay out of range of enemy fire at the moment, and the matter Ratchet does not return fire form Goth throwing one of those personal drones of him. "Now What do you think /your/ doing?!" He'd cackle madly as he sent Sixshot his heat-vision view of Nightlash's location from his scanner.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot shakes his head as Nightlash disappears before quickly shifting into carrier mode saying, "Not so fast, pest." Ignoring the lingering pain from the flames he waits for Goth to relay her position while also marking where the others possibly are. Missile pods quickly open before releasing their payload to fly after the enemy.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet can hear the mech coming before he sees him, "Incoming! Cmon Prowl up and at 'em- ARGH!" Ratchet is sent flying and skidding by the force of the missile strike, leaving him dazed. When his processor catches up, Ratchet attempts to shove himself up but his arm wavers. He can feel his strength leaving him.

Slag, must be a damaged piston. A grimace and exponential amount of will forces himself up and stumbling back to cover, where he does a quick field patch across his arms. "Prowl, you ok?"

**Prowl has posed:**
    "Hrgnn..." Prowl gets missiled by Sixshot this time as he's about to launch a missile at the base. But thankfully, Ratchet's repairs to his armor do well to prevent him from taking as much damage as before. Still, the vitals readout would show him that he's probably going to need more patchwork soon. "For now, but might not be for long," he grunts, and finally fires the missile.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash sighs as she just gets...hammered by all the things which is REMARKABLY ANNOYING BY THE WAY...and throttles up a bit to just outpace the damage that's coming in. If that'll even work...

Upside, they're focusing on her and not everyone else.

She turns her cameras to see the glorious work her allies on the ground are doing and watches as Sixshot's missile barrage hits them as well....

Downside, they're just hitting EVERYTHING. Well bugger that!

<<So, I should say, I think the modifications done to the drone are working properly because it's YELLING at me about damage and all that other nonsense, like I'm getting shot full of holes. Is there a way to turn the 'Captain Obvious' settings off Or should I ask Starlock about that later?>> This, of course, all said as she simply dumps a missile towards the bases like it's some annoying afterthought.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth cackles madly as Sixshot's explosives hit home, this point his optics have shifted form their normal necromantic green, to a red that matches his Bio-lights. He breaks off from his chase of Nightlash, and sets his sights on a bigger pain in the aft, Prowl. He'd charge after the Autobot S.I.C, smelling the blood in the air, and lobbed another one of those annoying drones at the black and white bot.

      "My my.. how the tables have turned~" he'd chuckle darkly.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot emits a rumble as his t-cog chooses to freeze up as he moves across the battlefield. Moving away from the mechs he activates comms again, "<<Second salvo, open fire!>>" The marauder turrets once again move into position before taking aim and firing at each Autobots position.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet is at Prowl's side in a flash, running scans and welding wounds. "Once this is done you should be mobile enough to- WATCH IT!" Ratchet jumps out of the way as Goth comes pouncing into the thick of it. He just managed to seal a few of Prowl's injuries shut before the sneak attack came. As it now stands, the medic scrambles to retrieve something to bash the fragger's helm in.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Well if anyone can do field repairs in the middle of a fight, it's Ratchet. Prowl watches as Goth comes their way, but manages to get behind cover before the drone could hit him. Unfortunately, he shield he's holed up behind is depleted when Sixshot unleashes the marauder drones again, and he is forced to fall back to a less aggressive position. Fortunately, he can still see the defenses from here, and he scopes in on vulnerabilities created by the coolant teams, then sends the packet off to Nightlash again!

**Nightlash has posed:**
When there's incoming fire, all you have to do is go faster than the thing shooting at you, and that's precisely what Nightlash does when the turrets open fire again, ignoring the sounds of fused munitions detonating somewhere behind her because she can't be bothered by them at the moment.

<<Right-o...ready for the next blast? Hope so... I think I'm gonna really make them mad. Eventually. We'll see.>> She checks Ratchet's position, alters course just a bit, and then transforms while everyone's shooting at all the other things, tossing a cannister into the defenses and chuckling a bit... and then blinking.

<<Guess I could've landed first but...eh.... Head's up, Ratchet, I'm comin' in hot! Bet I stick the landing. Heh.>> And, so, in a bit of a freefall, she just pulls out the detonator and hits the button, crossing her arms behind her head and adopting an 'I'm just gonna lounge here' pose to watch the explosion.

While falling. That's perfectly normal, right?

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth somehow manages to keep from getting blown up, or hit, he'd roll out of the way and start rushing back to the defense base in his bot mode! "<<Drones.>>" Goth hisses with his eukrinian accent, as He manages to scale the crumbling defenses and back it that place where he was first set on fire, and slams on the controls to unleash them.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot checks on the status of the defenses as he maneuvers into a new position. Testing his t-cog he grumbles a bit saying to himself, "Get a mech to fix that." New munitions slide into the pods as the sixchanger once again takes aim and fires at possible enemy locations.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet hears Nightlash's warning and jumps into action, jolting up as he scans the sky for the femme. He gets his by blaster fire from the drones but grits his teeth and bears it as he charges to catch the crashing femme, << " Don't worry I got you, I- Oh slag. " >> is all he gets out before he gets a flier crashing straight into his chassis and sending them both flying backwards in a wince worthy crunch of Ratchet's plating as they rapidly roll across the ground. They slide to a stop, Ratchet doesn't get up.

Hope you guys didn't need your medic anytime soon, that guy isn't getting up with a dent like that to his helm.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl's systems are screaming at him everywhere as Sixshot's missiles come down from above and send him flying back into another trench shield, -hard-. "Ugh...Ratchet!" In the fallout of the explosion, he's lost sight of the medic. << Slag it, Ratchet what's your status?? >> he tries to contact the CMO over the comms, but there's no time to follow up on that. Immediately, he sends another packet to Nightlash. << Nightlash, sending another data packet your way. Make it count, or else pull out. >> As if she's going to actually do that...

**Nightlash has posed:**
Well, not only does Ratchet /not/ catch her like some kind of super-hero gentlemech, but she gets absolutely blasted by just about everything as she lands on... something a little bit crunchy.

Oh, right. She glances underneath her and pats Ratchet on the head. "My hero..." There's a kiss to his helm before she transforms and is back in the air, leaking...well, from just about every operational flight control surface imagineable while trailing a plume of smoke that would blot out the sun. All the while, there's an almost...irregular reverberating sound coming from her engines that is far from natural.

But since when did a wobbly, off-kilter flight ever dissuade her from blowing something up, hmm? Even as Prowl warns it might be a good idea to pull out just in case. <<Just so you know...if I go down, I'm haunting every single one of these aftheads until Primus comes back to Cybertron proper. And...also a heads up, I am most likely gonna go down at this rate...if the drone's right.>>

Either way, just before her engines give a surge, misfire, and flameout fully, she rolls out another missile and fires towards the defensive fortifications as soon as her systems tell her there's a proper lock on the control center. <<Wheeee....here goes the everything!>>

**Goth has posed:**
     Seeing Ratchet go down brought a grin to the vampires face, though the base is also going down... Well, might as well leave their reinforcements with something to clean up? He'd leap off the disabled defenses and transform into his bat mode and instead of flying away or /at/ someone he flies up, and up and up, taking in a deep vent, before letting out an all to familiar painful screech.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot takes note of the defenses getting hit hard "<<Pull back, leaving them a parting gift." Still unable to transform he lets his wheels and treads tear up the ground. Once close enough he attempts to fire off several laser blasts as he passes by.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl manages to duck behind shields before Goth let loose with that scream, thankfully avoiding the damage. However, Sixshot's parting gift send him to the ground for good this time. Unfortunately for the Decepticons though, this proves to be too little, too late in the grand scheme of things, as Nightlash's bombs finally topple the defenses, allowing Autobot forces to rush in and seize control of the base.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash has nowhere to duck, hide, or otherwise, she's already sort of in a flat spin and stalled out, and with her engines and systems backfiring the way they are, she doesn't even notice Goth's pitiful wail of agonizing agony!

She also doesn't even notice Sixshot fly on by to shoot her in the back, because she goes from witnessing the satisfying sight of the defenses falling to offlined and just crashing right into the wreckage of the fortifications, a healthy plume of smoke from the burning wreck marking the spot.

**Goth has posed:**
     Seeing Sixshot do what he couldn't leave the bat rather... salty, but what can he do? This blasted curse or whatever it was that made him look like a buffoon so much, was grating and ever present, deciding not to chance it any further, he follows Sixshot's orders and follows after their forces in retreat.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks at his work before quickly turning as the reinforcements move in, "Another time, fraggers." He makes his way out of the area.