Autobots and Decepticons. Gunfire and Energon. Screams and the screech of metal against metal. The prison complex was alive with the sound of death, both inside and out. An explosion brought a wall crashing down on a group of escapees and improvised guards alike.
"Push them back! We're breaking through!" The Autobots kept up their onslaught on the confused Decepticons, forcing them to back up and expand their perimeter. As they did, something incredible happened: a missile flew from a defensive turret and blew up a Decepticon.
"Not this shit again!" That shit, ironically, was not what killed the particular Decepticon who said that, for an Autobot did it instead with his assault rifle.
"Someone's looking out for us," an Autobot exclaimed with joy. "Push them to the turrets!" Reinvigorated as if the rush of freedom was not enough already, the Autobots beat back the hordes of Decepticons, and the turrets beat them forward. As the old saying went, the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack. A pack divided against itself, like Kaon in its current state, hadn't very much strength at all.
Soundwave Nitro Boosted for the turret control center and transformed, sending out a signal to override all the security scans. Sprinting inside, he made his way to the control panel and briskly typed in a code on the holopanel. Hard reset. All around Kaon, the turrets deactivated. Now he had to restore their proper functionality.
"The turrets are down!" A Decepticon Shotgunner roared to his teammates. Taking cover behind a turret that moments ago would have blasted him to all hell, he taunted Autobots to come after him. A few did. Point blank, they stood no chance against his shotgun. Warped, torn, hole-filled metal lay at his feet. "What's wrong? Is this a prison break or a badly organized execution line?!"
The fire against Psyker likewise decreased steadily, as the sources of fire continued to dwindle. Indeed, every now and then they'd spot a femme flashing in and out of sight and holding up corpses as shields when she had to recharge. The Shotgunner, however, could clearly see the path of spilled Energon she was carving through their formation. He stayed clear, dashing instead for the cover the other officer had taken. Turning a corner, he instantly took down Psyker's shield with a shotgun blast, and he was following up with more. Fury overwhelmed him as he went into a verbal onslaught that nearly matched his physical one. "Quit hiding, you bitch! You're gonna die, and the other bitch goes down next! You've killed too many of my buddies, NOW GO TO HELL!"
The other Autobots were being slaughtered by the cloaked femme. "Spread out! She can get more of us when we're clumped--" Chillwind's Scatter Blaster put a stop to his words, and he dropped to the ground. When he ended up being one of her corpse shields, however, he pulled the pin on a flak grenade on his hip. "Sorry, but I'm not dead. Yet." And as the grenade beeped out it's two second timer, the other Autobots took up positions around her to shoot from all sides. She couldn't stay invisible constantly, and that could be her downfall.
Megatron growled while reloading his fusion cannon, for the shurikens could easily hit him while he was in his slow-moving hovering state. But he did not hover for mobility. He did it for the damage boost he could gain when he diverted thruster speed power to weapon systems instead. And as Night Shadow came at him, he could see a faint blur. No cloaker was perfect. Even the lowliest trooper could see a cloaked enemy if it was right in front of him. When she passed by, he violently turned his whole body with a swing of his sword, sending her crashing into a wall with her energy shield down. He ended his hovering just as this happened, causing her katana to slice into his shin and cut some wires instead. But that was not without a price. No sooner had she struck the wall than a barrage of Fusion Cannon shots came her way. "You do not even know my full power, do you?! Such arrogance, to fight by yourself against MEGATRON!"
Demolishor's eyes went wide when he heard the unmistakable voice below, bellowing the name of its owner. "He jumped down! Get after him, warriors! Megatron's arrogance will be his undoing!" He jumped off the tower, stabbing the wall to slow his fall enough that he wasn't hurt. He withdrew the sword quickly so as not to lose enough speed that he might arrive too late, and sprinted around for the entrance. "MEGATRON! COME OUT, SO WE MAY KILL YOU!"
Drag Strip snarled and jumped down, transforming in midair and not bothering to slow his fall in the first place. "Don't act so surprised! It's Megatron--he doesn't have the ball bearings to fight straight up!" His vehicle's hover mode kept him from impacting the ground directly, and a shockwave dispersed outward when he landed instead of crumpling his metal. He boosted past Demolishor. "Quit LAGGING BEHIND, BREAKSTORM!" the furious True Decepticon yelled. He was so close to his vengeance...and yet this battle was moving so slowly. The intensity would have consumed anyone else and thrust them into madness, he was sure. Or maybe he was insane already. But he didn't care. If he had to go insane to kill the bastard, then insane he would be.
A sniper round flew right by Demolishor, and Drag Strip jumped in vehicle form in the hopes that he would throw off the sniper's aim. He did, by a little, seeing it pass right under him. Breakstorm, however, following close behind them in a sprint was not so lucky. Large and slow, he was an easy target, and a fully charged Nucleon shot struck him in the stomach. His momentum arrested, he crashed into the side of the tower with a downed shield and a warped hole. "Hrragh!" Thinking quickly, he rolled to the side so the next shot would miss, but not without spotting the one who had fired it.
"Scrap!" Starscream muttered when he reloaded his Nucleon Charge Rifle. "So many targets I had to waste nearly my whole magazine before the officers even arrived! At least no one can blame me..."
"Take out the sniper!" Demolishor yelled to Breakstorm. "He'll swing this battle in Megatron's favor if you don't! He has a line of sight into the building!" He turned the corner, ending his sprint, and there he was: standing tall, blasting Night Shadow with his Fusion Cannon. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" With his Path Blaster's explosive shot already loaded, he quickly aimed down his sights and sent it right into Megatron's side, knocking him off course just before he could land the last shot to kill her.
Megatron did not growl, but rather grinned. Even when a stream of bullets from Drag Strip's Neutron Assault Rifle added to his injury and Demolishor reloaded no doubt to gain a new explosive shot, he was not worried in the least. He simply raised his left hand. A blinding light surrounded him, and their shots seemed to be bouncing off of him.
Demolishor squinted and snarled when he heard Megatron's mocking laughter. The light was making it hard to aim, and yet even when he landed another explosive shot...nothing happened. "What is this?!" The Decepticon leader was blazing bright blue, giving off the appearance, as much as he hated the idea, that he was a god. The only answer that came was Fusion Cannon to the face. His shield went down, and he reloaded while dashing to the side. He dashed into another shot, however, for Megatron had aimed ahead of him. "UURRRGH!"
Drag Strip sprinted at Megatron and swung his Assault Rifle's energy blade attachment. He felt a satisfying thud and sent Megatron back a few meters, only to become horrified. A thud?! For there was no gash left there. His blade had done nothing more than push Megatron away. Quickly, he thruster-jumped to the left so as to turn what would have been a direct hit into an explosion that took down half his shield. The blue light surrounding Megatron...was it a new form of energy shielding? No...that couldn't be it. For when he got near Megatron, he had felt some Energon torn from his body.
Demolishor could see a black extension within the light held high above the rest of Megatron's body. Is that his arm? When he heard the screams of Decepticons and True Decepticons alike, fighting each other, killing each other, he realized in shock what the cause of the blue light was. "By the Maker, he's Draining them! There are so many targets to drain here that he's made himself invincible! We can't damage him fast enough with our weapons!"
"You have some intelligence," Megatron remarked with a grin while reloading yet again. "Yet it cannot help you now. Those who challenge Megatron must DIE!" He charged straight at Demolishor, firing off a shot to the side at Drag Strip when the foolish Infiltrator thought he wasn't paying attention to him.
Even as Drag Strip crashed to the ground with a seared wound in his left shoulder, he called out to Demolishor. "He can't drain forever! Wait until he runs out of power for the device in his hand!" As he said that, the drain indeed stopped...only to start again immediately. Both Drag Strip and Demolishor came to the same horrific realization at that moment. This place was full of soldiers killing each other. Everyone who died spilled Energon Shards. The shards were what powered Megatron's device. And so in a place like this, with so many foes he could drain and so many corpses on each side to drop the fuel for his draining device...he could remain in this state as long as the battle continued. "WE HAVE TO TAKE THIS FIGHT OUTSIDE!"
"Try it and I will turn on the fools who rebel with you! Stay and fight like true Decepticons!" Megatron continued his charge at Demolishor, firing to stagger him and prevent him from dashing away.
Demolishor grunted every time he was hit, and shots striking the ground near him ruined any dashes he could even get started. There was only one hope. Maybe he could damage Megatron enough in one attack that the regeneration would not outweigh it entirely. He stomped his foot. He sent an Explosive Path.
The linear shockwave streaked across the ground, hitting Megatron dead-on. The orange and blue lights together made him entirely impossible to see for a time. "Did it work?" Demolishor wondered aloud. A sword to the chest tearing dangerously close to his sparkchamber answered his question. "Ghaak!" He rolled away twice and transformed, boosting to get away and regenerate his shield. He drove over an Energon cube at the exact instant a Fusion Cannon shot hit him. It was madness, this feeling of being destroyed and healed at the same time...but it saved his life. Death, however, was still charging straight for him. "DIE!" He fired a tank shot at Megatron, to no avail.
Drag Strip got up, stabbed an enemy trooper, and took the Energon cube that was dropped. But he had seen something Demolishor hadn't. When the Explosive Path hit, Megatron's body had large holes in it. They did regenerate themselves in seconds...but there were holes. "He can be hurt if we damage him enough at once! I saw it! WE HAVE TO HIT HIM HARDER!"
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