Ep. 1 Goes Boom in the Night

This was rather unexpected...but then again considering who they were up against, this was also to be expected. The Autobots certainly had big bearings. Of course, being the pissant do-gooders they were that was never really in doubt. This latest suicide run was a testament to that. All throughout the Nemesis, firefights had broken out between the 'Cons and 'Bots. The Autobots had also made the mistake of invading what was essentially the Decepticon base of operations; their turf. They had the home advantage, or so they thought. Due to some turncoat spying and giving the layout of the place, these 'Bots had some semblance of an idea as to how to navigate the place.

And yet, Aquila had to thank someone for this bounty of corpses. Ever since the former Autobot found his way to this primitive rock, he felt cooped up in the ship. He found freedom in the skies of the planet, in a similar manner to Knockout getting himself involved in races with the indigenous sapient species. While his combat effectiveness was never in question, his less than ideal psych eval kept him from joining in more important missions...or at least ones that required a sense of subtlety, which Aquila lacked ever since his loss on the jungle rock that had ultimately granted the 'Cons control of that planet back during the war.

This sudden invasion gave the disgraced former wing commander a chance to work out some of the pent up frustration and anger and convert that negative energy into spilled Energon and metal corpses. Despite this, he was no idiot. The Autobots would have never planned an operation such as this if they did not have a viable purpose. With small numbers compared to them, it would seem as though they were trying to cripple the ship in some way, shape, or form. That would mean employing a ton of tricks and tomfoolery to distract his so-called allies from finding the actual saboteurs. It mattered not to him. The ship was repairable to an extent, and if he could make a dent in their numbers, it would be good enough for him.

His slow, deliberate footsteps could not be heard over the infernal dins that plagued the Decepticon ship. Such tempoed footsteps could mean several things; either the originator of said footsteps was a large, heavy thing or victory in some way, shape, or form was surely attainable (though the latter may be fueled overconfidence or stupidity, though the two are not necessarily mutually-exclusive). Whatever the reason was, Aquila heard fighting not too far away. His somber expression admist the fighting had pulled back and tightened into a grin. There was energon to be spilled, lots of it. He turned down a corner, facing down a dark hallway. An unfamiliar figure was squatted down and hunched over, planting some sort of device...perhaps an explosive.

Once its handiwork was done, it stood up and started to head in the direction opposite to Aquila, the outline was made clearer by the dim light source emanating from the far side of the hallway. It was unrecognizable as any of the Decepticons aboard the ship, and given the nature of its apparent covert activity, it wasn't a friendly either. Bingo. Aquila hunched over, holding his head up directly towards the backside of the Autobot, Bluestreak. Next to his red optics opened up another pair, giving him an even more menacing look in addition to firing up the second battle computer. His shoulder guards flipped up as all of his forward movement boosters fired simultaneously.

BANG!

Aquila picked up an immense burst in acceleration, moving from naught to...very fast in around or under a mere nano-klik, much faster than any Cybertronian could run actually. After the sudden burst, his boosters continued to function at an even output, pushing him towards Bluestreak at speed and closing the distance between the two very quickly. His arms were held out at downwards angles as energon blades become flash-forged and extended out from under his shields on his forearms. The blade on the right scratched against the side of the hallway, creating a metallic, shearing screech that grated on the audios. That particular blade had also cleaved through the explosive device, the heat from the blade detonating it. The explosion pushed Aquila forward just a bit more, but also to the left, though that was quickly corrected by the boosters in his left shoulder guard firing and pushing him back on course. He issued a roar of his challenge as he came up behind Bluestreak. A challenge that was issued along with slash with the right longblade, and a stab with the left shortblade.

SCRAMBLE! Bluestreak!

The rocketing Aquila bared down upon the backside of Bluestreak. His pulse quickened as ze turned around frightened by the sudden monstrous sight about to slice and dice hir into pieces. He liked it when his prey ran scared, it gave him that much more entertainment. But perhaps even more entertaining to him than that, would be an opponent who could go toe to toe with him. As he passed over the diminutive Autobot, he could feel one of his pedes scraping over hir door wings, accompanied by hir shouting over the cosmetic damage done to them. He grinned and chuckled sadistically at those choice words.

He did not travel very far when Bluestreak opened fire on him with hir pistols. The first few shots impacted and bounced off as the boosters on his right side burst fired, pushing him to the left as the left side boosters engaged to slow him down just shy of hitting the wall. While this happened, his main boosters lowered their output, slowing him down. The Seeker dropped onto his feet, skidding and screeching to a halt not too far from the Autobot. Several of those shots missed as he moved out of the way while others bounced off of his shoulder guard. Aquila quickly turned around to face Bluestreak, deflecting most of the other shots with the shields mounted on his arms and the energon blades.

"Good point! I'll make sure not to damage them further. They'll make great display stands for your head!" Aquila growled.

The air around Aquila became thick and distorted from the heat coming from his boosters, creating an even more foreboding atmosphere. Things were heating up, quite literally in fact. He increased booster output, lifting and hovering off of the floor as he aimed his autocannons and opened fire. With his quad optic system activated, his aim with his autocannons was abysmal at best, but aim didn't really mean much when using automatic firearms in a tight corridor like this. He continued to fire as his boosters fired, pushing him towards the Autobot with great speed again, ceasing fire as he did so. Once he got close enough, he fired his forward-facing boosters, bringing him to a full stop in front of Bluestreak. Anything in the path of the nozzles would experience a few thousand pounds of thrust and searing temperatures. Aquila's aim was to exact damage on Bluestreak while disorienting hir with instantaneous thrust force, thereby creating an opening with which he would use to slash and stab at the Autobot sniper with his blades.

The little Autobot was a slippery little devil. Thus far zie had managed to avoid getting sliced to ribbons by Aquila's blades. Of course, much of this was attributed to hir very small size. Despite said size difference, Aquila had made it clear that he too was quite fast and agile, owing to the Seeker stereotype, although his display added quite a lot of...kick to it. Already he was noticing the effects of his preferred method of getting about on the small 'Bot; hir plating was beginning to warp.

That was when he noticed Blue procuring another explosive from hir subspace pocket. It was a good thing when he fired his forward-facing boosters in a strong, short burst. As soon as he jerked backwards from the force of the boosters, Blue tossed it. His quad optics allowed him to perceive the movement of the explosive better. By the way it was moving, zie had clearly intended to mag-lock it somewhere on his body. Aquila quickly opened up a spray of autocannon rounds.

DAKKA! DAKKA!

DAKKA! DAKKA!

DAKKA! DAKKA!

The spray of rounds found their target, detonating the small explosives and throwing up a cloud of smoke and debris. Aquila used this to his advantage, quickly transforming into his alt mode and rocketing down the narrow hallway. Despite the little 'Bot cheesing it upon tossing the explosive, Aquila managed to catch up to hir in no time. He transformed back into his robot form in mid-air. Emitters in the tips of his pedes protruded slightly as plasma blades activated. They carved a molten swath in the floor of the hallway as they gained on Bluestreak, intend on immolating and reducing hir to a glowing orange metal puddle. Whether or not that run had any success had yet to be seen. Aquila passed overhead, twisting his body and reorienting himself as he came down in front of Blue, deactivating the plasma blades in his feet as he did so. The forward momentum he carried when he was initially facing in the same direction as Blue was offset by firing his main boosters, slowing him down considerably as lunged at Blue, swinging his blades with the aim of dismembering and generally slicing the 'Bot to ribbons.