Ep. 1.5 - Cause and Consequence - (Closed)
May 1, 2013 16:11:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 1, 2013 16:11:39 GMT -5
"No!"
Megatron leveled his cannon to make the finishing strike into the retreating mecha's backs, his other hand digging into the ground to stop the backwards lurch that Maximus's barreling mass had caused. Arcee, quick and cunning, directed a volley from her own blaster into the monstrous weapon, driving it upwards to fire ineffectually into the sky. It immediately began to smoke, the cracks Maximus's fist had put down its shaft splitting open from the energy surges.
Abandoning the weapon, the warlord charged forwards after Optimus, arm raised to shield his optics from the barrage of plasma fire. His chassis was awash with burning pain, his HUD filled with a litany of temperature and pressure warnings, exo-structural failures, line ruptures and internal hemorrhaging. But he would no stop.
He'd seen it in the Autobot Commander's optics - the flash-flicker realization that the wound was grievous. That this was it. Cascade system failure, power down, and then the corona of his spark would shrink into nothingness.
Megatron crashed into Bumblebee and barely acknowledged Arcee using his knee as a launching point to somersault over his shoulder, her arms outstretched to lay fire through the arc of her flight. The scout latched onto his thigh with mag-clamps, finding the closest breach point made during Maximus's berserker rage and firing into it.
Staggering with the loss of primary hydraulics in the entirety of his left leg, Megatron swiped for Bumblebee as he flipped away. The Camero was only partially transformed when it hit the ground, swerving away in a cloud of dust towards the green vortex. The groundbridge collapsed an instant after the motorcyle made the horizon, leaving Megatron and the shattered Eradicons alone in the dark.
Megatron surveyed the scene, coolant hissing and hands clenched. His optics shifted to a different spectrum to better see the energon lying still-hot on the ground. The sheer volume of it was... encouraging.
Rumbling a laugh, the warlord returned to the ground troops that were still online. The Nemesis was still limping, but it was fueled. Their numbers were reduced, but the drones were reconstructing their brethren and the Autobots were still outnumbered. Optimus Prime had not died at his feet tonight, but he was mortally wounded, and Fortress Maximus was significantly damaged.
The tides were turning once again. Megatron opened a comm. line to the Nemesis to order a retrieval team.
Megatron leveled his cannon to make the finishing strike into the retreating mecha's backs, his other hand digging into the ground to stop the backwards lurch that Maximus's barreling mass had caused. Arcee, quick and cunning, directed a volley from her own blaster into the monstrous weapon, driving it upwards to fire ineffectually into the sky. It immediately began to smoke, the cracks Maximus's fist had put down its shaft splitting open from the energy surges.
Abandoning the weapon, the warlord charged forwards after Optimus, arm raised to shield his optics from the barrage of plasma fire. His chassis was awash with burning pain, his HUD filled with a litany of temperature and pressure warnings, exo-structural failures, line ruptures and internal hemorrhaging. But he would no stop.
He'd seen it in the Autobot Commander's optics - the flash-flicker realization that the wound was grievous. That this was it. Cascade system failure, power down, and then the corona of his spark would shrink into nothingness.
Megatron crashed into Bumblebee and barely acknowledged Arcee using his knee as a launching point to somersault over his shoulder, her arms outstretched to lay fire through the arc of her flight. The scout latched onto his thigh with mag-clamps, finding the closest breach point made during Maximus's berserker rage and firing into it.
Staggering with the loss of primary hydraulics in the entirety of his left leg, Megatron swiped for Bumblebee as he flipped away. The Camero was only partially transformed when it hit the ground, swerving away in a cloud of dust towards the green vortex. The groundbridge collapsed an instant after the motorcyle made the horizon, leaving Megatron and the shattered Eradicons alone in the dark.
Megatron surveyed the scene, coolant hissing and hands clenched. His optics shifted to a different spectrum to better see the energon lying still-hot on the ground. The sheer volume of it was... encouraging.
Rumbling a laugh, the warlord returned to the ground troops that were still online. The Nemesis was still limping, but it was fueled. Their numbers were reduced, but the drones were reconstructing their brethren and the Autobots were still outnumbered. Optimus Prime had not died at his feet tonight, but he was mortally wounded, and Fortress Maximus was significantly damaged.
The tides were turning once again. Megatron opened a comm. line to the Nemesis to order a retrieval team.