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*wait, he has to give orders now?* *well, slag* *okay, go with logic* //Sunstreaker, do as Prowl said and track the Decepticon down without following. Whirl,// *jumps down to a ridge, nearly falling* //Do what you can then move Prowl into the shuttle. See if there’s a medikit. Then get the unconscious Decepticon inside. I’ll get Prowl’s… Legs, once I’m down, and patch up what wounds I can.//
//I’ll have to follow him some to track him. I won’t get too close though.// /Grumbles before heading out of the shuttle and transforming into his alt. He begins driving in the direction that Sixshot went of towards. Sunstreaker just planned to get a general idea of where the ‘Con went. He might like a good fight, but he wasn’t dumb. The last thing he wanted was to be caught alone./
//Augh, fine- don’t blame me if he bleeds out.// Grumbling he does his best to tie off and clamp the worst of the leaking and free flowing lines. Once satisfied Prowl wont be drying out immediately he slowly transforms and grapples the SIC. Then the unsteady and rushed flight to the shuttle began.
It seems like all the Autobots are concerned about their fallen comrade, save one. He slipped off the grid and Sixshot is careful to keep an optic out for him. The shuttle is out in the open, landed, and Misfire is somewhere inside. Now was the time to make his move. Staying in his wingwolf mode, he shoots out from the side of the tower towards the shuttle, running up into the open hull door to find Misfire. Tearing down the halls, he calls out for his partner. “Misfire!”
(Source: 6-shot)
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*His vocalizer fritzes into a high-pitched burst of static as the pressure on his neck is abruptly increased, plating buckling and internal components yielding; he offlines nonessential components to prevent shorts. He’s entirely unable to escape Sixshot’s grip, although he is able to maneuver himself out of the direct line of fire, albeit briefly. He realizes far too late that even their combined firepower, pitted against Sixshot’s damaged armor as it is, won’t be enough, and his mind begins to race through the myriad ways this could continue to go horribly wrong — but then he’s swung around and impacts Whirl, his already damaged midsection deforming further, and he only has the processing power to be glad that his vocalizer is offline and he’s unable to scream. He gets a brief respite as he’s swung back around to Sixshot’s front, but it’s nowhere near enough to prepare him for the onslaught of pain that he only barely recognizes as first one leg, then the next being torn off, and the subsequent impact with the ground. Sixshot’s parting words faintly register through the haze of disorienting pain, and he clings to consciousness long enough to send a final set of comms before dropping offline.*
//T-track him but don’t follow, and-// *pauses, attempting to slow the flow of fluids from the sockets where his legs had been attached* //-and find that alternate Ratchet.//
*cringes with a hissed curse when seeing Prowl’s legs brutally taken off* //Whirl! You’re the closest to him. How well do you know first aid?// *puts rifle on back and starts climbing down quickly* *they should’ve just given Sixshot his slagging partner*
/Frag. There went Prowl. Beginning to land the shuttle, he scowled. It wasn’t much fragging use staying in the air at the moment. He figured he probably should see what the sniper wanted to do./ //Perceptor, want me to track the ‘Con or do you want me to go look for Prowl?//
//Does it look like I have medic hands?// *Cursing he drags himself out of the building he crashed into, briefly transforming to land close to where Prowl fell. There he flexes his pincers and digs into the SIC’s freely bleeding hips //Can only clamp his lines with ‘em- gonna need someone to tie it off or something.//
Good. They were all distracted with their injured comrade. That gives Sixshot time to run back into the compound and assess his wounds. It happened that the Autobots were lucky enough to hit a spot that had been weak for a while. The exterior armor was severely damaged where they had bombarded him and one of his auxiliary fuel tanks had been hit, but it wasn’t fatal. That figured out, he sneaks out to the side and hides behind a tower wall, watching and plotting about how to get Misfire back. Perhaps once that one was out of the shuttle…
(Source: 6-shot)
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//His safety is the least of my concerns, Sunstreaker.// Prowl elects to ignore Sixshot’s demands in favor of letting some of the tension leave his frame, presumably due to pain and loss of hydraulic fluid, but he’s actually attempting to maneuver himself to reach a particular subspace pocket. Namely, the one containing his shocksticks. As he surreptitiously reaches inside, he issues what he hopes won’t be his final set of orders.
//Perceptor and Sunstreaker, I’m going to hit him with my shocksticks. When I do so, he should be disoriented for a few moments, and assuming he doesn’t drop me, I will make use of that time to get myself out of your line of fire. Both of you will then fire at his internal components. Whirl, you’ll begin to fire at the damaged sections on his back as soon as I shock him.// Prowl slowly draws his shocksticks out of his subspace and dials them up to the highest setting. He cycles his optics and lets out a long ventilation, steeling himself for the inevitable surge of pain, then shoves both shocksticks behind himself, directly into the gaping hole in Sixshot’s armor.
//Now.//
*what? Is Prowl serious? That’s practically a death wish* *well… orders are orders* //Yes sir.// *narrows his optics and observes Prowl’s movements carefully* *the instant Prowl speaks and he gets a clear enough shot, he fires at Sixshot’s internal components*
*Whirl doesn’t waste a moment, pelting the Sixchanger with the entirety of his arsenal. Beginning to loose altitude he charges and leaps at Sixshot’s back, transforming and stabbing into the barely singed metal. Slipping, he finds a better grip in the seam of a his shoulder joint, digging his claw into the comparatively softer armor. Clinging he fires into the small holes as he climbs, damaged legs dangling beneath him.*
/He waits for the signal and as soon as he gets his opening, he begins firing everything the shuttle has at Sixshot’s internals. Several of the shots miss the Decepticon, thanks to the frontliner’s lack of experience with the shuttle. But otherwise, he’s doing pretty well hitting the ‘Con./
Sixshot notices Prowl moving a moment too late. The shock causes him to jerk and fall to his knees, the pulses causing his grip on Prowl to tighten like a vice. Wholly unprepared for such an assault, he hits the ground to protect his wounded and bleeding front, finally getting his senses back enough to swing Prowl behind him and hit Whirl with his frame. “You fools! I only wanted him back and now you’re all going to die!” He can’t make a good escape with Prowl, but he might have a better chance if they need to stop to help him. With that in mind, he turns and lifts Prowl again, ripping off one leg and then the other as easily as a child would a fly, and then throws him to the ground. “Chase me and ignore your friend and he’ll bleed out.” He takes on his wingwolf mode again to hide some of his more serious wounds beneath him, tearing off towards the base again to plan.
(Source: 6-shot)
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Spending the very short time after the first kick with being completely disoriented, he regains just enough composure to make the mistake of looking up at Sunstreaker and blinking at him confusedly. Just in time to see the second kick coming. This one gets the job down and he falls over, unconscious.
Prowl can see the energon leaking from Sixshot’s mangled internals, and he’s not at all surprised when the sixchanger slows, abandoning his chase of the shuttle in favor of turning in Prowl’s direction. He continues to be unsurprised when he’s picked up and dangled by his neck in front of Sixshot, blaster pressed against his helm. His lack of shock, however, does little to assuage the sharp pain as his damaged midsection is once again forced to bear weight, and the hitch of his intakes is only barely not a yelp. //Whirl and Perceptor, hold your fire. Sunstreaker, bring the shuttle around, but keep it in the air and at a distance. Be prepared to fire on either Sixshot or his partner.//
“As a matter of fact, no.” Somewhat gratified by the stability of his voice, Prowl pointedly glances at Whirl and Perceptor — he and Sixshot are positioned neatly between them. “I can only shield you from one of them. How much more damage do you think your internals can take? You might also consider that I am entirely incapable of being used to shield this ‘Misfire’ you are so eager to protect. So. I suggest a hostage exchange, or it’s entirely likely that at least two of us, perhaps three, will not be leaving this city.”
*just how many hits will it take to knock Sixshot out of the sky?* *glares through the scope and reluctantly moves his trigger finger away* //I hope you’ve got a plan forming, Prowl.//
//Got it.// /Sunstreaker begins to bring the shuttle around. Flying the shuttle was the easy part. Controlling the shuttle was the pain in the aft. So far, he hadn’t had much problem. He glanced at the weapon controls for the shuttle before pausing to consider Misfire with a shrug./ //I wouldn’t worry about his partner.//
As soon as he realizes Sixshot’s new target it’s too late, and he curses and halts his fire in favor of cautiously circling them, inching closer and waiting for an opening or plan to take place. At Sunstreaker’s comment though he scoffs and laughs. //Never was- lets see what the ‘copper has cooked up.//
“It’d take more shots than you’d have time for before I’d crush you. I didn’t want this fight in the first place. So you bring me Misfire and you don’t harm him any further, and I won’t tear you and your friends apart,” Sixshot says into Prowl’s audio, growing louder so all of them can hear the last part.
(Source: 6-shot)
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Misfire was going to retort something witty, but gets cut short by the kick that dents his helm and makes him cry out. It’s not enough to knock him out right away, but leaves him dizzy beyond hope nevertheless. A confused attempt to get up and away ends in him only hitting the ground again as every sense of balance and direction is gone momentarily.
Still firing steadily at the damaged armor, Prowl notices Whirl’s lack of similar focus. //Whirl, aim at the damaged parts of his armor; he’s vulnerable there. Sunstreaker, I need that shuttle in the air.// At this point, he doubts that they can incapacitate Sixshot in time, if at all. He assumes one of two things will happen when the shuttle launches: either Sixshot will tear the shuttle out of the air, rip his partner from it, and likely rip the rest of them to shreds, or he’ll turn on the other three Autobots, either capturing or killing. Immobile and injured as he is, Prowl knows he is the most likely initial target in the second case; which scenario will occur is contingent upon damage and Misfire’s importance to Sixshot. An unlikely third case is that Perceptor’s high-powered shots will deal enough damage to subdue the sixchanger, but the likelihood of that case is nearly negligible. //Perceptor, fire at will when you’re in position.//
//Almost there.// *grabs one last ridge and pulls himself to the top, joints aching* Don’t look down. *takes out his rifle and adjusts the intensity of the scope* *it’s not hard to spot the giant Decepticon* *waits until he gets a good view of Sixshot’s chassis, then fires*
//I’m working on it.// /Sunstreaker kicks Misfire in the helm once more before turning to head inside the shuttle. He heads, sitting down in the pilot’s seat. Basic knowledge coming back to him quicker than he thought it would, it still manages to take him a couple kliks before he manages to get the shuttle up and running and then a couple more to finally get it in the air./
*Hearing Prowl again, he shifts targets, pounding the corroded section with all his guns and canons, the task easy with the single minded charge the sixchanger was in.*
Were they planning on taking Misfire? No, that didn’t seem likely…Either way, Sixshot would have no trouble just tearing into the shuttle to get him back, however, he was pissed off, and he had a better idea. Flying as fast as he was previous had gotten difficult with the excessive damage to the holes in his chassis, but it wasn’t going to stop him. Growling and losing some altitude, he arcs back around, energon splattering the ground, ignoring everything else until he was landed next to Prowl. “A hostage for a hostage.” Not afraid in the least, he picks up Prowl by the neck and holds him close, like a shield. “You want to reconsider taking my partner?” Sixshot asks, nudging Prowl’s helm with the end of his blaster.
(Source: 6-shot)
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Misfire now has to admit that this idea was probably even dumber than he had thought at first. Idiot indeed- But at least that shuttle’s not going anywhere for now. Flinching at Sixshot’s obvious anger, he makes the mistake to let himself get distracted for a split-second, which is however just enough to make it too late for a proper evasive maneuver. He leaps aside, but gets hit in the waist anyway.
“Ff—” That hurt. On top of that, instead of landing again like he had intended to, he loses his footing the moment his feet touch the shuttle’s uneven surface and he rather ungracefully lands on his front, almost skidding off the roof. Turns out he jumped a little too far to the side.
“Ahh!” Prowl feels plating and delicate internals bend and break under Sixshot’s weight, and his armor warps in the heat of the sixchanger’s afterburners as he launches himself in the direction of the shuttle. He nearly offlines in pain, but he won’t. He can’t.
//SUNSTREAKER. Knock the Decepticon offline and get him into the shuttle, now. Get it into the air immediately. Whirl, covering fire. I expect you both to obey me this time.// With a groan of pain, he levers himself off the ground and into a position where he can fire at Sixshot’s still-unprotected back with his laser rifle; he needs to buy enough time to allow Perceptor to climb the tower. Prowl channels his cold rage at the disobeyed orders into the careful, so careful, aiming of each shot at the corroded areas of Sixshot’s armor.
If we get back, I’m building myself a grappling hook. *nearly loses his footing, trying not to look down* *falling at this height will cause more than a little damage* *adjusts his footing and jumps to another ridge, then another* *the sound of gunfire echoes in his audio, encouraging him to climb faster with gritted denta*
/Getting the comm from Prowl, Sunstreaker scowls. What the frag did the SiC think he was doing? Playing games. He walks over to the Decepticon, blaster kept pointed at him./ Don’t even think about moving. /He goes to kick him in the helm in an attempt to knock him out./
/Different when you’re part of the party, ain’t it?./ *He experiences an undeniably vindictive pleasure hearing the tactician in pain, but is annoyed all the same, because currently he is part of his team. Without confirmation he flips and pelts the sixchanger more, aiming at the seams of joints and other potentially weak areas. He isnt aware of the corroded portion of armor, so continues his assault of limbs with rifle fire and canon rounds.*
He’s flying with a leak, one that keeps getting bigger, thanks to Prowl, but at the moment it doesn’t merit more than acknowledgment and some rolling to avoid further agitation. Sixshot only delegates a few moments to fire some vehement shots back at Whirl before he continues on his beeline for Misfire, noticing his only parter was in trouble. “You’re digging your own graves if you hurt my unarmed partner!”
(Source: 6-shot)
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Doing his best to avoid any stray shots (he knows all about stray shots) he finally spots the Autobots he has been looking for again. Now he also can see where they’re headed, and it doesn’t look good. Some sort of shuttle…Swiftly, Misfire flies there. He has absolutely no plan yet, but hopes that he’ll come up with something along the way (also he has probably unjustifiably great trust in his evading abilities) as he changes back into his robot mode and lands on the roof of said shuttle. Yeah, that’s Decepticon property now. Now to get some attention…”Hey!!”
Expectedly, Sixshot follows Prowl, destroying the tower as he does so. Ideally Prowl would have repositioned Sixshot and gotten a few more shots out of the turret, but it’s performed his primary function for it, and there are now several vulnerable points in Sixshot’s armor. As the six-changer turns to fire at Whirl, Prowl uses the opportunity to take advantage of the damaged armor and turns and fires at the breaches on the plating that forms Sixshot’s fuselage.
As he does, he notices both Perceptor and Misfire changing positions — change of plans. He switches back to his blaster again, and as he speaks, fires several times at Sixshot’s unprotected back. //Whirl, incapacitate the Decepticon on the roof of the shuttle. I anticipate Sixshot will attack you in retaliation. Sunstreaker, when he does so, you’ll need to provide covering fire, and block his flight path as much as possible with the shuttle. Perceptor, you’ll need a vantage point with a wide field of view; aim for the corroded points on his armor.//
//Understood.// *looks around for the tallest structure, a hand blocking the sun from his optics* *there’s a tall one… A few hundred feet or so from his position* What I wouldn’t give for a faster alternate mode… *huffs and hops down to the ground, sneaking his way toward the building*
/About to head inside the shuttle, he sees Misfire land down. Holding up his blaster, he points it at the Decepticon. He doesn’t have time to deal with this slag. Especially with Prowl shooting orders at him./ Decepticon property? Don’t make me laugh. /Starts shooting at Misfire./
Call that shooting? Couldn’t hit the broadside of the Xantium! *Laughs and zigzags about, zipping over Sixshot just out of reach. *
Ignore Prowl firing. Ignore Whirl taunting. Ignore the chest wound that’s leaking. Who the frag just fired at Misfire? “You idiot! I told you not to engage.” What’s more, Misfire was unarmed. He doesn’t have his targetmaster. Alright, now he was mad. He lets himself finish his original trajectory, landing on Prowl before leaping back off in star fighter mode, making sure his after burners stay true to their name, aimed at Prowl. With precision, he targets all of the Autobots with the exception of Prowl and barrels towards Misfire as he lets off rounds.
(Source: 6-shot)
