Ep 1 - A Frontline Distraction - Open
Apr 17, 2012 11:56:22 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2012 11:56:22 GMT -5
"We will be taking the fight to the Decepticons."
It had been music to Ironhide's audials, sung on the multi-thread harmonics of his Prime's orders. We have the coordinates of the Nemesis. We will be taking the fight TO Megatron. We will hit them hard.
He wasn't the only one whose systems had kicked up a notch at those proclamations, not if the rev of heavy frame engines and the overbright optics and shifting plates of the recon frames had been any indication. There had been no dearth of volunteers; Jazz had already had a team of nearly every small, fast, or sneaky frame they had in residence picked out, assignments handed around, and Ironhide had hardly been the only heavy warrior frame to step forward. From there it has been up to the officers to who went and who stayed at base, and in the end Ironhide had fallen back on familiarity - there were a lot of new mecha, but that was the problem. "New" meant fighting styles and strengths that he wasn't familiar with and hadn't had the time to learn yet. The goal was chaos and confusion for the 'Con, not for themselves.
THAT was what had decided him, not Bulkhead's bright opticed tip-of-pedes bounce or the enthusiastic hand the former Wrecker had been waving in the air in a gesture he'd learned from his human charge Miko. In the heart of Megatron's warship Ironhide wanted a known quality at his back, and both he and Bulkhead were good, solid frontline warbuilds. Officer's privilege - Ironhide had shamelessly used it to draw the assignment that would let Bulkhead and he carve a path of sheer chaos and explosions from one end of the Nemesis to the other. A 'distraction', Jazz called it, his grin sharp edged, and Ironhide's answering grin had been full of promise of more distraction than anyone really needed.
This? This was going to be FUN.
It'd gone off like a flawless well balanced system run - Nemesis located, ground bridge opened, and Ironhide hit the deckplates with guns already hot, mid-calibre artillery tearing through 'Con drones and the warship wall mesh alike. Bulkhead, at his back, was a better close range brawler than he was a heavy gun, but that was fine - it kept the drones off of Ironhide's blind spots and Ironhide, in turn, cleared their forward path in a series of booming explosive rounds.
The younger frontliner was laughing, a mix of triumphant yells and insults ringing from his vocalizer. Ironhide wasn't given to as much vocalization of the sheer thrill of cutting loose in combat, but his smile was wide and sharp edged, optics flared to near white as he rotated through solid state and energy rounds, guns hot and thrumming through his frame in a brilliant cacophony of destruction.
Music to his fragging audials.
<< open to any heavier 'Cons that want to come tango with Hide and Bulk - Arianne? Breakdown available? Bulkhead's missing his playmate. ^__^ >>
It had been music to Ironhide's audials, sung on the multi-thread harmonics of his Prime's orders. We have the coordinates of the Nemesis. We will be taking the fight TO Megatron. We will hit them hard.
He wasn't the only one whose systems had kicked up a notch at those proclamations, not if the rev of heavy frame engines and the overbright optics and shifting plates of the recon frames had been any indication. There had been no dearth of volunteers; Jazz had already had a team of nearly every small, fast, or sneaky frame they had in residence picked out, assignments handed around, and Ironhide had hardly been the only heavy warrior frame to step forward. From there it has been up to the officers to who went and who stayed at base, and in the end Ironhide had fallen back on familiarity - there were a lot of new mecha, but that was the problem. "New" meant fighting styles and strengths that he wasn't familiar with and hadn't had the time to learn yet. The goal was chaos and confusion for the 'Con, not for themselves.
THAT was what had decided him, not Bulkhead's bright opticed tip-of-pedes bounce or the enthusiastic hand the former Wrecker had been waving in the air in a gesture he'd learned from his human charge Miko. In the heart of Megatron's warship Ironhide wanted a known quality at his back, and both he and Bulkhead were good, solid frontline warbuilds. Officer's privilege - Ironhide had shamelessly used it to draw the assignment that would let Bulkhead and he carve a path of sheer chaos and explosions from one end of the Nemesis to the other. A 'distraction', Jazz called it, his grin sharp edged, and Ironhide's answering grin had been full of promise of more distraction than anyone really needed.
This? This was going to be FUN.
It'd gone off like a flawless well balanced system run - Nemesis located, ground bridge opened, and Ironhide hit the deckplates with guns already hot, mid-calibre artillery tearing through 'Con drones and the warship wall mesh alike. Bulkhead, at his back, was a better close range brawler than he was a heavy gun, but that was fine - it kept the drones off of Ironhide's blind spots and Ironhide, in turn, cleared their forward path in a series of booming explosive rounds.
The younger frontliner was laughing, a mix of triumphant yells and insults ringing from his vocalizer. Ironhide wasn't given to as much vocalization of the sheer thrill of cutting loose in combat, but his smile was wide and sharp edged, optics flared to near white as he rotated through solid state and energy rounds, guns hot and thrumming through his frame in a brilliant cacophony of destruction.
Music to his fragging audials.
<< open to any heavier 'Cons that want to come tango with Hide and Bulk - Arianne? Breakdown available? Bulkhead's missing his playmate. ^__^ >>