Ⓐ Ace | He/Him | Autobot | X | Tags; Everyone, basically ⒶTo describe the situation as 'completely and totally fragged' might be a bit of an understatement. Ultra Magnus' plan had, on paper, looked perfectly fine - Ace was to join Arcee and Bumblebee in storming the halls, eliminating the Vehicons and eventually making way to the power cores to help Ultra Magnus take out the fusion cannons. Although, maybe it only looked fine to him because he was utterly hopeless when it came to strategy. Regardless of his arguable lack of talent in the realm of foresight and complex planning, even Ace was perceptive enough to see the problem once it came to fruition: while he was exceptional when it came to hand to hand combat, his ranged skills we outright non-existent, rendering him a massive ankle weight once the Vehicons started taking cover and firing in the narrow halls. There simply hadn't been enough room or opportunity to maneuver and get close without risking being shot by either friend or foe, nor could he risk his Minicons in the fire fight. So, when the time came where the three were surrounded by a large group of Vehicons, he had little choice but to follow the others' lead and raise his servos in surrender, leading to his current position knelt at the bottom of Darkmount with the rest of the Autobots.
Imitating the irritated huffs he often saw from humans, Ace directs a glare in the direction of their captors, though his body language doesn't quite match the hostility in his optics, every bit of plating on his body pinned down to make himself look smaller and less threatening.
"Why the frag did we think that was a good plan?"✪ Brainstorm | He/Him | Autobot | X | Tags; Everyone, basically ✪Brainstorm was far from a fighter. True, he fought in the war just like many other Autobots, but it was safe to say that despite making the weapons, it was better for everyone if Brainstorm weren't the one firing them. An amazing aim does little to help when paired with the simple inability to properly pay attention to his surroundings for stretches longer than a minute in length. In fact, he had, on at least one occasion, mistaken one of his own comrades for a Decepticon in a moment of both inattentiveness and excitement. On his behalf, however, he had argued that, perhaps, if an Autobot didn't wish to be mistaken for a Decepticon that he shouldn't have a primarily blue-ish purple paint job.
Needless to say, Brainstorm had been promptly banished from the front lines, a sentence that carried over when he found and joined Optimus Prime's team. Ratchet, in his opinion, wasn't all too unbearable, though he did find him a tad dense when it came to discussing his recent theories and schematics.
.... okay, maybe a lot dense, though he still wasn't quite as dense as the humans. As far a Brainstorm could tell, those human "Children" were only beat out by actual neutron stars. The very humans who he was now stuck with, observing the failure of a mission via a console. By the Primes this was dull. Reaching over Ratchet and children alike, Brainstorm flicks a button to activate the comms for the group.
"If I have to sit here and watch all of you whine like rusty joints my processor is going to melt. You have guns, shoot them or something!"✈ Starscream | He/Him | Decepticon | X | Tags; Everyone, basically ✈Right now all Starscream felt was the absolute smugness of victory. Sure, he had made several mistakes in deploying most, if not all, of the army at once, but it had paid off after resulting in the capture of a majority, if not all, of the remaining Autobots. As an additional bonus he had gotten to witness Shockwave's beloved pet mongrel get tossed to the further point of the Earth. Any day where Shockwave failed was a good day, in Starscream's opinion. Oh, he was overjoyed enough that he could very well do for a few acrobatic aerial maneuvers but alas, it was neither the time nor the place for such frivolous actions, so instead he settled for a flutter of his wings and a condescending smirk. How would he rub this in Shockwave's fa- er, singular freakish optic - later? Maybe he could take it even further and rub this victory all over Soundwave's stupid facial screen, too. It'd been a while since he had something to lord above Soundwave, so it would be a nice change.
"I do love when a plan comes to fruition. Which Autobot will we execute first?" He glanced between Soundwave, Megatron, and a nearby Vehicon, flashing all three his sinister grin before finally landing on Ultra Magnus. Ultra Magnus seemed like the most likely option here, given proximity, but, perhaps, they would execute all of the others and make him watch, just to watch all hope fade from his optics. Decisions, decisions.
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