Ep0.5 - "You missed me?"

[warcry]

Someone would've already given up. Someone would've not even tried. Someone, who possibly had the chance, would've bridged himself to the location he was in need to go. But luckily(or should it be called unlucky), Warcry had enough pride to not call any decepticon to help, and he was stubborn enough to track his target for this long. It just felt so stupid. This was the way he had traveled to the country known as Ukraine. As his enemy had fled the battlefield, he had started the tracking again, following weak signal of the cybertronian ship. Now, there was city, a big one at sight, with way too many people to be good place for massive decepticon warrior. Luckily, the signal was leading him further outside of the city limits. Pretty surely, if Warcry would find the ship, the twins would be soon at his reach.

The problem, if it could be called like that. Would be that one of the twins was able to damage Warcry so that he had still, after repairing himself the way he could, he still had difficulties operating his right arm, and his right eye was completely out of question. That, though was not nearby enough to stop him. Though it would be tough this time, with propably both of the twins at the same time.

As the terrain started to get more difficult to advance, though it just slowed down Warcry. He had chosen his alt mode pretty well, and was able to continue, even in the forests, and it started to get wet, as there seemed to be some sort of swamp. But the signal started to get closer, and there wasn't too long, as Warcry got ship in his sight.

He stopped, and turned into his bipedal mode, arming himself immediately with his energy cannon, using his left hand, as his right one was incapable to perform precise movements. First he scanned the area, if the twins would be outside. After all, it was in vain, nothing moved at his sight. If twins would be there, they would've noticed him already. So, they were waiting him inside the ship, so they could attack him at the narrow space.
It was risky, but didn't worry him too much, as he held his cannon prepared all the time, he slowly approached the ship, not trying to sneak though.

He reached the door. He could've tried the control panel to open the door, but he preferred the easiest way, and aimed his weapon toward the door. After the second, the door blew inside. Prepared to fight, Warcry entered, and headed towards the control room. AS he reached it, he was already pretty sure, that twins were not at the ship. They surely wouldn't be stupid to leave ship without guarding. There were pretty surely motion detectors, scanners and other securities, that already were alerting the owners of the ship. He could just wait there... but how could he be without using the chance to cause trouble to twins. He aimed his weapon at the control board, and fired few times, at few spots, causing some explosions, smokes and sparks. That should hold them on ground, at least for an while.

Smiling a bit, he stepped outside the ship, resting his cannon onto his shoulder. Now, all he should do, was to wait.

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“Oh you are fragging kidding me. Are you fragging… Chush' sobach'ya! Sunstreaker, you getting these fucking messages?” Sideswipe, dropping into another gear, laid open his engine and tore off the highway out of Moscow taking a hard right onto the nearest off ramp and tearing off toward the foothills. He’d just got an auto-emergency beacon of the POS security systems, a perimeter breach followed shortly by internal damage reports – nothing crippling, but nothing to flip a piston at either. Having made his point in perfectly nasty English, Sideswipe then switched back to Russian out of sheer slagging irritation. “Chyort voz'mi! Chto za huy!Reroute to me, I’m getting off M10 out of Moscow. Sending coordinates.”

He hit the s-curve of a dirt road, burst apart into a thousand red and black metal components, and in a blur of motion and nitro, the commando launched off the road into open air and ignited his thruster. The initial burst launched him at nearly 200 mph into the stratosphere before breaking into upper atmo where he jagged hard for the high altitude parking place they’d picked out for the POS. He was at the site in less then three minutes, breaking through the canopy and impacting the earth with all the titanic BOOM of a meteor hitting earth. Bright blue optics flashed homicidal white in the half-dark of the high trees. He stood straight, facing the familiar battle-beaten frame of Warcry.

Fraggit, they were leaking frequency.

“You are,” said Sideswipe his right arm reformatted already into a mid-range assault blaster, “very, very persistent.” His left arm bladed with his electrified blade scythe, high voltage running through it, blue arcs peeling off his arm, licking harmlessly off anti-shock polymers in his armor. Sideswipe tilted his head. He smiled. “Bit of a masochist too.”

Then he attacked.

[warcry]

He heard him, far before sighting him. Just as he heard the sound of that engine, he sighed, it was gonna be one on one again. Well, he could just thrash this one first, and the other twin later, when he was showing up. This way things would be easier, but same time, it would've been pretty interesting to take on both twins together. Well, time for that would be later, as Warcry saw red bot flying through air towards the place, he lowered his cannon ready for battle. As well, his left leg revealed his battle blade, which he picked to his right hand. Due to his fixings, his arm moved, and he was able to use his fingers somehow, but anything, like using gun accurately, was out of order.

As red bot landed, and Warcry heard his commend, the massive con grinned. "It's gonna take more than just one traitor to take me down." Warcry shrugged a bit, just leaving the another one of sides comments at it's own peace, as red bot already charged at him. Warcry did the same, shooting couple of shots at the same time as he charged, and made one slash with his blade at vertical direction, using the motion of his arm to spin himself around, and same time sent a kick towards this bot. At the end of his kick, he yet shot one big shot to the enemy.

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Sideswipe was getting sick of this guy. It appeared that the massive Con had had some time to let his repair protocols and a gnarly self-patch job weld his aft back together after their last encounter. With any luck his shoulder-mounted missile launcher would still be fried though – Sideswipe had dumped half of his then energy reserves into the bastard during their last encounter. The lambo-bot zigzagged lightning fast through Warcry’s initial volley, ignoring the hot shrapnel that tore his paint down the primer and dive-rolling away from the massive vertical slice, predicting the follow-through, and ducking the spinning kick. Then it was his turn. Sideswipe fired a rapid-fire salvo directly into Warcry’s right flank, but the Con was fast for a big fat fragger and he knocked the majority of the shots off their mark. No telling in the confused slurry if he scored a good hit.

No good using his blaster long range – Warcry’s armor grade was too thick to do more than dent him a bit at any less than point blank. Sideswipe ducked another slash, juked, twisted, flipped back and lunged back, swinging his pile-driver left fist into the bigger bot’s abdominal plates, his curled servo crackling with all the voltage of a small lightning strike. He was way too close to this fragging tanker of a mech. Warcry was bigger, heavier, armor grade two classes above his at least and if he managed to hit Sideswipe he could actually hurt him unlike most medium to mid-grade bots

That said, Sideswipe’s heavy hydraulic-powered punches were definitely devastating enough to do him some damage at close range.

[warcry]

After changing fierce strikes on both sides, Warcry took some distance to the Sides. The traitor was just as fast as before, not that it would've surprised War, but it really was annoying. In brute strenght and armoring, decepticon was in advantage, but then. Against enemy this fast, the first one of them was pretty useless, if directed wrong. He was though pretty able to took more damage than mid-grade fighter. Also he was able to do more damage too, when hitting.

Warcry gripped his weapons tighter, as his system started to direct more power to the hydraulics of his limbs. It wasn't the safest thing to do at his best shape either, but just now, it might turn devastating for him, as it was overloading his hydraulic system, all the time when used. It just didn't matter to him. Cons could pretty surely fix him back together, at least he hoped they would do that.

With this he charged again, this time faster, shooting couple times during his charge, and making few fast slashes with his blade, before trying to shoot again. His shots just weren't the most accurate ones with his left hand, as he was used to use his right one on that. After that, he kicked his leg high in the air, before bringing it down, like hammer, with devastating force.

[sunstreaker]

Yes, he had received the same breach notifications that Sideswipe had but Sunstreaker's only reply was a wordless burst of outrage and a very heavy "I'm going to kick your ass," as he peeled out, leaving nothing but blue smoke and burnt rubber behind. It wasn't real hard to figure out who exactly was at fault here, aside from Sideswipe. The only other bot on this entire mudball of a planet that knew they even existed was his twin's Decepticon playmate. The one who had royally fragged up his brother, even if the retard deserved it for taking off like that. Oh, but that mech was in for a world of hurt. First his brother, and now his home. No, scratch that. The mech was marked for death.

The twins had made it to the countryside in record time, human authorities left long in the dust of their wake. Not having a flight mod, Sunstreaker was forced to take the long way up to their perch, tearing through rocky switchbacks at breakneck speeds. Sunny knew the instant his twin engaged the Con in combat. That familiar rush of battlehigh and...anxious? He did not like his brother up there alone with that mech, but Sides being wangsty about a hit landing made him like it even less. He circled up the mountainside, transforming on a curve of "road" that dropped off into empty air to climb the rest of the way.

He came around the ship, dampening down his half of their shared frequency to see a big, ugly Con about to drop the mother of all axe kicks onto his thin hulled brother. Both titanium arm blades slid out with a sharp metallic hiss, the metal starting to reach melting temperatures for most armor classes. ::Sides, you got about two seconds to get your red ass out of the way or get clobbered by both of us,:: Sunny sent to his brother through the bond just as he charged in, completely silent, the impacts of his feet hitting turf buried under the sounds of fighting. Right blade aiming for a knee joint, the other heading up straight and high to puncture back paneling, his shoulder following through on the low cut to ram the big Decepticon.

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Scragging Primus-fragging Decepticon glitcher… Sideswipe returned fire, darting away from the shots though one blast tore by his shoulder, searing the alloy across his rotor cuff as he ducked the massive decapitating, head-lopping chops the big bastard kept aiming at him. Sideswipe took a series of glancing shots but repaid them in kind and slamming his fist into the bigger bot’s shoulder, looking to wreck the rotorcuff and disable that sword arm.

Didn’t stop the bastard from nearly crushing him with massive down-swinging pede… luckily, his brother had excellent timing. Sideswipe lunged back just as Sunstreaker tackled the Con from behind. “What took you so long?” Sideswipe pulled his rifle from his subspace, stepping back to aim. “Hubcaps needs a shining, Streaker?”

[warcry]

Warcry seemed like he would be able to land his kick. It could've damage the bot, at good case slow him down. Still, it was damn close, that War didn't get his leg jammed, like Sides had done to his arm last time. He just made to see yellow flash in his eyes, targeting his kicking leg, before he swinged his blade to cover his joint. He had no affort to lose his leg's functionality, if it would come to that, he should just simply make some more damage to the ship, and retreat. Warcry made it to direct the strike of sunstreaker away from himself, but already saw new danger, as Sides took his position behind his rifle.

Warcry needed now create a hassle, so he could replan his moves a bit. He turned into his alt form, and armed every single weapon system hidden in his trailer. As he second later seemed they're ready, hatches opened everywhere, and with blasts the missiles were fired towards twins, as well as grenade launchers let loud bang, as the grenades took off, targeting pretty large scale in front of him. As the air was filled with sounds of explosions and thick smoke, he turned back to his bipedal mode, not yet taking out his weapons. Twins would've not die to that, he just knew that.

As the smoke was still up, Warcry kept himself on the move, not wanting to give twins too easy target. It was hard for him to hold himself, as the excitement inside him just grew. His lucky day, in couple of ways. He was getting a lot of fighting, and he was able to match the both of the twins together. He grinned, and hit his fists together, bringing out knuckle like spikes inside them. His grin widened, and his only glowing optic just got brighter. "My lucky day, really. I'm gonna get a real fight! And Megatron will be very happy when i'll bring both of you with me. Two traitors is always better than one." He laughed at the end of his sentence.

"Bring it."

[sunstreaker]

Leaving a thick, smoldering slice in Big Ugly's back was satisfying even if the wide load managed to just barely miss getting his leg amputated. Tucking into a roll as he tumbled gracefully over the big mech, Sunstreaker came up to his pedes to spare his brother a flat glare and quip, "no Tinkerbell, unlike you I had to actually climb the damn mountain."

The racket the gigantic Decepticon made while transforming drew the golden bot's attention and made him grimace in repulsed disgust. "You have the worst taste in playmates Sides," Sunny called, dropping into his own alt and speeding out of the path of the missiles his sensors were screaming were headed their way. The resulting smoke cloud was too thick to see through clearly, but that would work to the twins' advantage with their shared frequency. Without optics to give the lie to sensor readouts, Big Ugly would be picking up only one signal in the haze. Not just that, but the fragger was loud as an entire mining complex on his own and Sunny would have been able to track his movements with that alone, even if every sensor wasn't getting pinged hard by the sheer size of their enemy.

::This fragger sure is loud, isn't he?:: he sent to Sides through their bond, a communication Big Ugly wouldn't be able to pick up on, as he circled around the mech. ::I'm gonna get in there and open him up some. You keep him dancing.::

With that Sunny charged straight toward that roaring voice and the heavy metal clang of large fists, his arm blades heating quickly to melting temps. Keeping himself low to more easily duck the blows he knew would be coming, made a pair of slashing cuts aimed for the mech's swordarm. Cut it off or at the very least render it non-functional was the goal of the nano-klik. "Sorry mech, but we're not going anywhere today."

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::One Decepticon dance session coming right up!::

Sideswipe laid open the link between himself and Sunstreaker, the split-spark nature of their design resulting in a massive distortion of their energy signature, making them all but impossible to track through sensors alone and Warcry had just blanketed the field in dust and smoke. None of this bothered Sideswipe though because he immediately took to the air, the jet mod on his back de-segmenting from his shoulder blades and splitting into the single turbine that launched him easily skyward. He brother, to him, was a fixed point in his mind and as clear to him constantly as magnetic north and he knew precisely where his twins was when he snapped his rifle to his shoulder, sighted down he scope and fired seven shots into the Decepticon front-liner.

He put four shots into the mech’s shoulders and arms, aiming again for the rotorcuff where the arm joint met torso and armor ran thin and hoping by pure chance to wing the big bastard’s helm straight off his fragging shoulders. It was weird to fight two on one. Sideswipe could afford to focus on his brother whereas real combat didn’t afford him that luxury. In war the flicker-flash of his brother moving through a battle was peripheral and instinctive. Now – he could focus.

::Fragger’s faster than he looks… a thinker. Watch ‘im.:: He didn’t bother detailing Warcary’s weakpoints. Sunstreaker’s gift was to mentally deconstruct any mechanism crossed his path – his twin knew exactly how to kill this warrior… it was just a matter of how much fight the Con put up before it happened.

[warcry]

Warcry almost trembled, as he waited for the twins attack. This would become tough one, but he wouldn't give in. He hated traitors, over everything else. For this fight, he could use his full strenght, without regretting it. These would be tough enemies, but he would also show them, what he was really able to do. His system was already running in full power, making energon in his lines nearby boiling, as he felt himself so heated up, for excitement. He smiled with wide grin on his face, though it wasn't yet the same maniac grin he might put up, as things would get "worse", what meant for him, interesting.

As they came then, first came shots, which were familiarly targeted on his joints. He put up his arms, shielding his joints with second heaviest armors he had in his torso. The strongest one was his chestplate. Armor held nice, but he knew this wasn't the real attack, as he caught his blade again. The yellow one of bros came at him, and Warcry saw from his direction that he was after his swordarm. He threw his free arm between the blades, which left pretty deep cuts on it, but saved him from worse damage. With the same moment, he tried to grab Sunnys head with his sharp pointy fingered hand, which wasn't holding the blade, and if he would got him, he would throw him some distance, pretty quickly. For ultimate sensation, he should make both of them come at him at once, to close combat, that would be the best of the best. To do that, he should make them clear, that they shouldn't take him too lightly either. "That's fine by me, Lord Megatron will surely be very pleased as i'll take your heads to him. The rest of your's may rest here for all i care." He answered to Sunnys comment, with wide grin.

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Armadura cleared her way deeper and deeper into the forest, as trees or terrain was no big deal for her tank alt. The soil, and tree colors just didn't mach her camouflage patterns, which did not concern her a bit. She didn't care if she was sighted, or even recognized. That would just make sure she would have at least some action. Right now, she was heading towards the direction, she had gained weird readings in her sensors. First she had thought it might be energon deposit, but as the readings had started to jump up and down, she had realized something was wrong. The closer she got, the more clearly she realized, that it were transformers, that were giving her these signals. They were pretty much foreign signals, and Arma was all the time searching her databanks for response. The two of them were not found, but the third, was found right away. As she got the response, her spark jumped, and the engine of Leopard roared, as she gained more speed towards her destination.

As she saw battlefield, and scanned the area, she realized soon who were fighting. The two smaller ones were completely ignored right now, but the bigger one gained all her attention. Before she thought twice, her cannon spoke already, firing full load towards the traitor. Warcry, however, noticed this, and dodged the massive blast, which exploded further away from him, creating cloud of smoke and dust, which hide twins completely.

As she got there, she turned into her bipedal mode, walking towards Warcry, leaving some distance between them. Despite Arma's emotionless face, Warcry grinned as he saw her. "Well, if it isn't our battle sis Armadura." Warcry greeted her, getting no response from her. She investigated his outer frame, and damages, other eye of his, gained her attention. "Looks like you still haven't learned how to fight, since you're in that kind of shape." She opened her mouth, her voice completely emotionless, like always. Warcry just shrugged, with a grin, completely forgetting the twins at present. "I'm just having a bit fun, those two are..." His sentence was cutted by Arma's own. "I do know who they are, but it looks like you're not even able to bring them down, as i look you." She walked past him, and left standing pretty close to him. "I'll take them from here." She said, as he just looked at her, stunned look at his face, as her arms turned into blades. "Hey, they're my prey!!" As soon as he finished, Arma turned around, with immense speed, her blades just flashing in his eye.

It happened so quickly he was knocked completely off guard. The energon and hydraulic fluids spilled with pressure, as her blades cutted both of his shoulder joints, severing all energon, neural, and hydraulic lines, causing War's arms to fell limp. They still hanged there, as she had not cutted the frames, holding them, but he was defenceless now. Almost same moment, she striked her shorter blade into his abdomen, spilling more energon, and forcing him to back away, so that blade of hers would come off. She wasn't ready though. Finally, she striked her longer blade through his thickest armor, his chestplate, making the tip of the blade come out of his backside. There was sceptic look on his face, as he looked her, and the blade, that had just penetrated his armor, coughing few times, seeing the energon spilling. "What do you think you're doing!?" He asked. As she pulled her blade off, and turned both of her arms back to normal, she answered. "I made dangerous traitor harmless, that's all." Emotionless answer, like always. He felt his strenght to fade, and fell on his knees, looking at her, still stunned. "Traitor, those two are the one's you should fight." Warcry nodded towards the twins. Arma didn't care. "They're small fry, not even worth of disposing. But you, you took something much more valuable from cybertron as you left. I'm sure Lord Megatron has lots of things to ask of you, and so have i." As she said that, she brought her face closer to his, as her battle mask withdrew same time. He saw the burning hate inside her optics, yet so emotionless face of her's gave out nothing else. He tried to make his arms move, but as he tried without response, more energon and hydraulic fluids just leaked out. "When Lord Megatron will execute you, i will be more than happy." Arma straightened up, turning her back to him, causing him to hope he would still have his missile launcher functional, but no, he was completely helpless.

Twins had gained Arma's attention first time now, but she was not interested of them at all. "You'll be able to leave this time with this, i'll have no interest in you two." After that, she just turned around, walking again past Warcry, connecting Nemesis. "Arma to Nemesis, requesting for bridge." Soon as she shutted the comm, the bridge opened in front of her. She turned, facing Warcry, and grabbed his head with one hand, lifting him on his feet. "Now, move." She turned her cannon on her right arm, pointing the barrel towards him. He grunted, not willing to proceed, but as he knew that femme's cannon packed quite a punch, he was left no choise but to obey. He walked towards the bridge, followed soon by Arma, who was now pointing cannon to his back. As she disappeared, so did the groundbrige.

[sunstreaker]

Sunstreaker easily ducked the grasping hand, not wanting that set of talons anywhere near him or his face, and met with no resistance as he came back up for another strike. There wasn't even a mech there to hit anymore. Big Ugly was in the process of being maimed by
some huge ass femme, leaving Sunny with the hunger to feel hot energon splash his plating and the thick grind of a blade against the heavy density of support struts entirely unsatisfied. "Oh fuck you, you thieving bitch! Next time I see you I'm gonna rip your
optics out and rip your main support out through your actuator," he bellowed at the disappearing groundbridge, every molecule of the golden mech sparking rage and thwarted desire. Not even driving one superheated blade through a boulder and splitting the thing into smouldering halves did anything to take the edge off.

::Can you believe this bullshit? I don't know who that bitch is but I fucking hate her and I am gonna waste her ugly aft for being a damn kill stealer,::he sent to his brother through their bond. Sure, to add further insult there weren't any lingering Decepticon energy signatures, but that didn't mean he could just toss out radio frequencies willy-nilly. Oh, but he was so pissed! ::You may as well get your ass down here,:: Sunny continued, sounding infinitely calmer on this round of conversation.

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Sideswipe was getting over the shock of some random-ass Decepticon hulk storming out of no fraggin where and beating the plates of Warcry. There was, literally, no precedent for this and Sideswipe hovered above the battle field in a kind of dim surprise while the femme laid the fuck into the other frontliner, howling things that made no sense in context, throwing off jagged brutal harmonics for rage and revenge that made Sideswipe pretty well certain that this was personal. This first impulse was to shoot the both of the Cons straight through the cranial case… but the situation was just so absurd that he felt, oddly, embarrassed to fire on what appeared to be a pair having a little domestic in front of them. Luckily, Sideswipe’s next instinct was to laugh himself sick… so he did just that.

He was doubled up, howling with laughter by the time Sunstreaker – raging with spoiled bloodlust – told him to get down and talk to him. Sideswipe, happily committing every moment of Warcry getting his aft whupped to memory, subspaced his rifle and killed his turbine, dropping with a heavy ‘whump’ to the turf and bounding up straight. His EMF was all aglow with amused glee as the Roadster wandered to join his brother, who’d courtesy shut his side of the bond to stop his bad mood spilling over (oddly nice of him). Sides went about dusting himself off, grinning to himself.

“That was fraggin’ ridiculous. I don’t even know what to call that.”

[sunstreaker]

The calm Sunstreaker was projecting was utterly false. Beneath that thin veneer he was still seething with rage, which having had his rightful kill stolen, had only made that much worse. He was still pissed at Sideswipe for this situation even coming about, add to that the damage to their ship, as well as the fact that the Decepticons now knew where they were...well. Liquid nitrogen in systems rather than energon, Sunny retracted his arms blades with a force that made him shiver and turned to meet his twin halfway.

The red and black mech was all smiles which only torqued him off more. It was like nothing at all mattered to Sideswipe, like none of what had just happened had even penetrated his processor, so the only one surprised when Sunny straight jawed his brother with a left hook and knocked him square on his aft was Sideswipe himself. Sunstreaker was on him in a flash, left hand grabbing his brother by the jaw as they toppled to the ground, his knees pinning his brother's arms to the ground as the golden mech loomed over him, EMF sparking and flaring with rage sharp edged as ice and diamonds.

"This is all. Your. Fault." The words were growled out, fingers digging into the soft mesh of Sideswipe's face as Sunstreaker's right fist cocked up higher and higher, the blade ejecting with a sharp hiss on the last word. It stopped a little less than an inch above one pretty blue optic that Sunny looked like he would be more than happy to gouge out in that moment. "All of it," he snarled again, the tip of that heavy blade never wavering, but neither was it heating up. It was his right hand as well, which made all of this nothing more than a threatening flex.

Ambidextrous as he was, Sunstreaker regarded his left hand as his "working hand" and gave it preferential treatment when it came to all of his artistic expressions, but the black arabesque that was currently his EMF might just give the lie to that story this time. "You just couldn't keep from wandering around, and now they know where we are!"