by Galactus » Fri Apr 27, 2018 12:12 pm
Tantalum
Tantalum let out another audial-piercing screech once Cyberonian yanked his tail into his grasp and kicked at his hind legs. The kick did nothing other than hurt him, and the beast tried time and time again to whip his tail out of the chopper's hold to no avail. It all began to seem like a game of tug-o-war, and in an instant he was whipping himself around with his mouth wide open and ready to sink his teeth into whatever limb he could reach- but he froze as soon as he felt a sharp pinch under one of his sensitive underarms and he instead whipped back around and bit down on whatever caused such pain. The 'whatever' happened to be Swift's servo that still held the syringe, and his optics just barely caught the last of the sedative being pushed into him. He let go of her servo with a horrifying roar, and with a rush of adrenaline he finally yanked his tail free from Cyberonian and slammed the horns that adorned his helm straight into the medic's chassis. It was then that sedative settled in with a rapid pace, an extreme wave of fatigue washing over him. Staying awake became difficult, even with the intense fighting going on around him and the fight for his own freedom. He swayed and stumbled around, optics flickering every few seconds until he finally collapsed onto his side. He didn't go fully unconscious, but he was out of it enough to where his surroundings became bleak, dim, and muffled. And then the voice was there. The voice of the one that metaphorically held him on a chain collar and leash. The one he couldn't resist following the orders of, for some reason. 'Get up', 'don't- let them- take', 'tear-apart' seemed to echo in his helm for what seemed to be hours, but it gave him the motivation through pure rage and adrenaline that began to course through him again to get up. He was slow at first, dragging himself back up to stand, his first few steps toward no particular direction wobbly and uncoordinated. He shook his helm much like a dog, bringing himself back fully from what should have put him completely to sleep. He turned around, slowly, facing Cyberonian directly with piercing yellow optics that blazed with an anger not seen previously in the fight. Sure, he was looking at him from between Groht's legs which might have been a little awkward- but when Tantalum charged forward and into Groht, knocking the mech down just to get to the chopper, that was war. With another raging roar he lunged, slamming the entirety of his frame into the mech and pinning him down on the floor. He wrenched a hand(paw??) back and proceeded to rake his claws across the mech's faceplates, before furthermore biting down on one of his shoulder pauldrons and crunching the armor in an attempt to eventually crush the joint underneath.
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Sunstreaker
Suntreaker's expression remained flat and emotionless even as he watched Cysphere writhe in pain. The blaster he shot him with smoked as he lowered it, not bothering to transform back into his servo as the portal opened as he knew he would more than likely need it for what was next. He turned away as if to walk into the portal, but he didn't take a single step forward. After a few seconds silence, he turned his helm to look down at the mech on the ground over his shoulder, yellow-blue optics piercing into the policecar's own. "I would kill you, but I simply don't have the time. Until next time... partner." With that he stepped towards the portal, not verbally saying anything as he knew Electrix would already be following. As soon as he got through and into the corridor, the first thing he saw was Sideswipe- motionless, and with his chassis slowly rotting away. Now that the distance was closed the pain that Sunstreaker felt through their bond was almost too much, even for a mech like himself. He let out a short yell, putting a servo over his own uninjured chassis before he forced himself to move his pedes and walk towards Sideswipe. As soon as he reached his twin, he kneeled down next to him, waving a servo in front of his face to see if he was even still consciously there, or spaced out in shock. "Sideswipe, it's me. You can pull through this, just like old times." He held out a servo in hopes his brother would take hold of it- and if he didn't, he'd carry him, even if that threw all of his stoic-ness and pride out the window.
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Tarn
The tank merely glared at Sixshot once the mech had aimed his weapon at him and followed it with a threat. "You won't shoot. Not me at least." And maybe that was the wrong thing to say, a jinx in the least- a sharp pain shot across his faceplates as the muzzle of the gun was slammed into them, but he had enough reaction time after the blow to see where the gun was aimed- and he grabbed the barrel, pointing it at his own abdomen. To save Swift. He had never tried to save anyone. Then followed Sixshot yanking him by his neckplates and slamming a hard servo into his chassis- which he could indeed say hurt much less than the current acid eating away at the armor of his abdomen and slowly seeping into his vents and internal workings. He stood there, dazed for a moment, before making a last attempt and swinging the muzzle of his alternative mode to aim at one of Sixshot's legs. He fired, and the blast sent him falling backwards this time. As he fell he gagged and coughed up a bit of his own energon, and then furthermore struggled to sit himself back up and much less stand.
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Defect
<Got it, boss.> Defect kept his sight on the sky as well as continuously scanning his surroundings for any energon signatures. He continued to hold Frostwire bridal-style, ocassionally glancing down and grimacing at the state of her and her arm. "Don't worry warrior. I'll getcha outta here. You'll make it. I promise."
"If you want peace, prepare for war." -Tantalum
