CLOSED.

[cryptids.]

(Lol yes, always Legacy's fault x3)

Just as Legacy was turning a sharp corner she smacked right into a wall of hard metal, causing her to fall flat on her rear. She looked up with a scowl but quickly noticed she had run into Optimus Prime. "Ah, sorry." she muttered, scrambling back up to her feet. Just as she was about to ask what all the commotion was about, the lights in the entire facility made popping sounds and went out, encasing the base in utter darkness.

"That can't be good.." Legacy stated, her blue eyes flickering around in the blackness. "Who, or what is the intruder?"
"A rogue Decepticon. He was somehow able to get past the scouts and enter the building through the ventilation system." answered the large mech as Legacy turned on the glowing lasers in her palms, setting it to just a soft beam of light.
"You mean a single Decepticon was stupid enough to come in alone?" she asked, sounding flabbergasted.
"We are not sure yet; I think he was merely sent in to disable the weapons system so the others could get in as well without much of a fight." Optimus replied, narrowing his optics.
"Hm.. This could get dangerous.." Legacy muttered before grinning. "Sweet."
"This is no joking matter, Legacy. Lives could be at stake." the Autobot leader warned.
"I know, I know." she replied, waving his concern off. "Alright, well I'll continue to head north, you do.. whatever it is you do." Legacy said, not giving Optimus a chance to respond as she took off past him. The Techo was always such a handful at times...

[Randy.]

(In Ratchet's eyes, it always is! )


Ratchet stopped dead in is tracks, "It must've been a security breach..." He said as he narrowed his optics that were glowing brightly in the dark. He continued making his way to the center of the base with caution, ready to fight any deceptiscum that may have intruded.

[cryptids.]

(Most of the time that's probably true XD)

The girl could still hear Optimus's grumbling for another ten yards as she once again rounded a corner. She was sure to get a very vocal lecture about this later, but for now she could care less. She just wanted to get in some good old fashion butt kicking every once in awhile.

Legacy soon heard the roar of gun fire shoot through the air, causing her to immediately go on high alert. Her eyes were wide with expectancy as she increased the intensity of her weapons. She was ready for anything at the moment.


With quick feet the invaders dashed across the snow covered ground, the feeling of ice crunching beneath their balancing servos. Each individual loading their weapons or flexing their sword swinging muscles was itching to hack through the first Autobot they found.

Soon metal struck metal and the rain of artillery fired down, striking the rogues. Several broke off, launching themselves at the outer wall protectors while the rest headed inside.


The first rogue whom had entered earlier was slinking his way around in the darkness, hearing the sounds of shouts and marching footsteps bouncing off the walls. He sneered as he fired up the laser attached to his arm, the faint glowing refracting the only source of light other than his bleary red optics. Just as soon as he thought he was alone, a pair of bluish-green orbs came into his view and an Autobot stood before him with large swords. The first thing the Decepticon did was point his weapon at the mech. "Move, and I'll kill you." he hissed, tensing up.

[Randy.]

(*Falls over in shock* Don't hack through my Ratchet!!!)

Ratchet rose a brow, "That seems a little harsh doesn't it?" He asked smartly, his swords still drawn. Ratchet wasn't scared of the decepticons, hell, he could care less about what they threatened him with.

[cryptids.]

The mech growled defensively, "Don't push your luck, Autobot." He kept his weapon pointed up, semi-circling around Ratchet to try and get past. The Decepticon was clearly a jumpy, cowardly thing, one could tell by the way he never made eye contact and was always strongly alert of everything around him. "Stay where you are, act like you saw nothing, and I shall let you live." he ordered as the sound of battle ensuing became louder.


Legacy had finally gotten what she wanted and was blasting away at a 'Con that had been unfortunate enough to come across her path. "Take this you scum!" she shouted, shooting her laser at the taller mech's shoulder area as he lunged forward. She winced though, feeling a sharp burning pain radiate up through her abdomen. Legacy cursed harshly as she looked down and saw a hot blade piercing through her armor.

"Nice shot.." the Techno-Organic coughed, feeling warm liquid drip down the side of her chin. She growled, now pulling out her own sword and screaming as she brought the weapon down over the Decepticon's head, but just barely missing.

[Wicked Redemption]

Clover had been running her patrol, when she had heard the base alarms go off. Quickly turning around to dash back, she was slammed into by three Cons, apparently having been waiting to ambush her. Before she had time to make a distress signal, she was pinned down and forcebly ripped of her comm equipment. Screeching in pain, she tried to scramble away, but her lithe small form was pinned under their bulky heavy ones. Gasping when they struck a blow to her helm, the poor scout was subdued to stasis, as her frame was dragged off. ((More drama, lol))

[cryptids.]

(Oh snap x3)

As the Decepticon craned his neck to the side, narrowly missing Legacy's sword, the Techo lured him into a trap, quickly raising her other hand up and shooting a white hot laser beam into the rogue's helm. She watched as the dark frame collapsed to the ground with a heavy 'thunk.'

Legacy backed up, feeling the cold hard wall support her now shaky form. She placed her servo over the weeping injury, the mix of blood and energon leaking through her fingers. "Well dang, now I'm going to have to go and see that hermit again..." Legacy muttered, lightly frowning as her mask pulled back. But just as she was beginning to rest, the sound of metal clanking against the ground made her perk up. She could see a pair of icy red eyes glowering at her from the shadows. "..I can always take out one more 'Con though." she panted, straightening up and once again taking out her sword.

[Randy.]

Ratchet heard a distant scream down the hall, Legacy... He thought as he watched the Decepticon thoughtfully, making a plan to get around him to help his team mate. If I can knock him out..... I can get past him to help Legacy, and later the autobots can keep him as a prisoner. He approved of this idea, but now how could he execute it on the coward? He shrugged and leaped onto the cowardly Decepticon.

[Wicked Redemption]

Her frame was slung over one of the Cons shoulders, as they smirked and spoke on their battle comm ::We got a prisoner over here!:: Hefting her knocked-out frame higher, her captor began walking away from the Autobot base, intent on bringing the prisoner over to their own base. Meanwhile, the poor scout's ripped off comm equipment, was lying in the dust near the base, crushed where she had been previously.

[cryptids.]

The rogue kept his sharp, rabid eyes trained on the bot, but hadn't been expecting him to launch forward so suddenly. "Argh!" he growled as the larger mech shoved him to the ground, causing his head to ram against the floor. The Decepticon sneered up at the Autobot. "Get off me!" he shrieked, squirming and trying to scramble away.


Legacy watched as another metal body fell to the floor, leaking energon from the inflictions she had given him. She was now panting heavily, the ache in her stomach growing worse as she moved around in agonizing positions. "Okay.. that's enough.. now.." she muttered, tasting a sharp metallic taste in her mouth.

Legacy crinkled up her nose and pressed her back to the wall once more, slowly letting herself sink to the ground. "Stay awake, Legacy.. Don't fall asleep." she told herself, knowing the consequences of giving in to fatigue. "You are not going to die because of this little scratch. That would be pathetic.. especially since it was inflicted by some stupid Decepticon rogue.. He wasn't even a soldier. He was just a wimpy piece of scrap with no fighting skills." Legacy muttered, trying to find ways to keep herself more alert. Talking to herself might have not been the best way, but it was better than nothing.