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@moesaurus-blog
moesaurus replied to your post: you wanna reverse cowgirl col deathsaurus
Iâm not sure what this meansâŠ
I umâŠdonât know all the details but I know we wear hats. Cowboy-type hats I think? Maybe itâs like those rides the little humans play with when they ride a mechanical bull!
"That sounds like it might be... interesting..."Â He doesn't add that he doesn't know what half of the stuff she just said means.
Playtime's over
Deathsaurus runs his hand down his face, exventing at all the info that has been revealed to him. âIâd love to get my hands around his neck if I could," he says. âBut I understand your meaning. Harming him can harm you as well. He can also try to manipulate you again."
He presses his lips together harshly before relaxing his face again. âWill you need anything besides a checkup?" He didnât know what else to add other than that. Right now, he found himself more at a loss than anything. Under different circumstances, heâd probably be angry at his leader, but with all that had occurred, all he can do is offer some form of help.
Megatron senses Deathsaurusâ disapproval and feels shame and doubt rising up within him. âJust a wash. I would prefer to be cleansed of filth before the checkup." He folds one arm across his chest defensively. âRest assured, I will rectify this. Itâs the least I can do for my mistake. If you have no further questions, Iâll be taking my leave."
"Very well," he says, giving Megatron a small bow. "I uh... apologize if I offended you with my reaction, sir," he says, seeing Megatron folding his arm across his chest. He looks towards the medbay doors and for a moment considers walking back in, though the assistants will probably prefer the time alone. In the end he doesn't go back in, at least not yet.
"I might just stay out here for a while before going back in, if that's fine," he says, moving to lean against a wall.
Playtime's over
Deathsaurus sighs. He knows about some of Primeâs preferred⊠methods, though he never thought his leader would be on the receiving end. âSo you two are nowâŠ. bonded?" He canât help swearing softly under his breath. A small part of him thinks itâs good Starscream isnât around to hear of this.Â
"Thatâs always a possibility with him, with or without this newest development. What about you? How do these things work? Can he harm you now?"
"YesâŠHe cannot harm me without harming himself in some regards. Iâm sure he sensed my distress when your message came through. In a way, I am safer and yet also in dangerous position. We may yet be able to use this to our advantage, but potentially so could he. Do youâŠunderstand my meaning?"
Deathsaurus runs his hand down his face, exventing at all the info that has been revealed to him. "I'd love to get my hands around his neck if I could," he says. "But I understand your meaning. Harming him can harm you as well. He can also try to manipulate you again."
He presses his lips together harshly before relaxing his face again. "Will you need anything besides a checkup?" He didn't know what else to add other than that. Right now, he found himself more at a loss than anything. Under different circumstances, he'd probably be angry at his leader, but with all that had occurred, all he can do is offer some form of help.
Playtime's over
Deathsaurus gives a small, bitter chuckle. âI havenât proven to be much of a leader of my squad, have I? Iâm in the dark about a lot it seems. I was unaware you had gone out in hopes of a cure as well." He presses his mouth into a hard line, before speaking again.Â
"What did Prime demand in return?"
"I suppose, in short, to humiliate me. Iâm sure Iâm due for my own medical examination after all that, though Iâll spare you the details. He took my ember and held me captive to his whims. Nothing was enough for him to give me the cure. Itâs because of this I fear staying here long. I worry he may come looking and put you and the injured in harms way."
Deathsaurus sighs. He knows about some of Prime's preferred... methods, though he never thought his leader would be on the receiving end. "So you two are now.... bonded?" He can't help swearing softly under his breath. A small part of him thinks it's good Starscream isn't around to hear of this.Â
"That's always a possibility with him, with or without this newest development. What about you? How do these things work? Can he harm you now?"
Playtime's over
"Iâm sorry," he says to Megatron, giving him a sympathetic gaze.Â
"As far as I know, it was the virus. Thundercracker was still conscious when I found them, but delusional. He claimed Jetfire had captured Starscream, and he went off to save him. I donât know how bad of shape Starscream was in before Jetfire got him, nor do I know why he went off anyway." He sighs softly. âWe can ask Thundercracker what happened more in full when he is stabilized and able to talk. Until then, thatâs all the info I have."
"I seeâŠ.You are as much in the dark as I am, then. Iâm sure you must have questions of your own for me. Whether you knew it or not, I went out in search of a cure, and it led me to one of the oldest archives left. It was in Autobot territory, but I was prepared to risk it to save the sick and dying. Prime found me and offered up the cureâŠat a price. One that came too high, Iâm afraid."
He pauses to let Deathsaurus ask questions or to allow him to continue.
Deathsaurus gives a small, bitter chuckle. "I haven't proven to be much of a leader of my squad, have I? I'm in the dark about a lot it seems. I was unaware you had gone out in hopes of a cure as well." He presses his mouth into a hard line, before speaking again.Â
"What did Prime demand in return?"
Playtime's over
Deathsaurus stands nearby, watching the assistants go to work on Starscream and Thundercracker. He sees them bring out equipment, hooking it up to the two, and they begin to clean their wounds. He looks up from their work to Megatron, and he can read all the questions on his leaders face.
"I should have been there for them. I feel as though this is partially my fault, for being unaware of the problems." He looks down at Thundercracker sadly, and he frowns. He finds himself thinking that he is not worthy of leading the mech. He sighs softly and looks back to Megatron. He steps forward and gently touches his leader on the arm. âWe should step out while they work on those two," he says softly, leading Megatron out of the medbay.
Megatron gives a delayed nod and follows Deathsaurus out before speaking. âI cannot blame you more than I blame myself. I made a choice that I thought would save StarscreamâŠbut it seems to have brought the opposite.
"Was it the virus that killed him orâŠor did something else happen?"
"I'm sorry," he says to Megatron, giving him a sympathetic gaze.Â
"As far as I know, it was the virus. Thundercracker was still conscious when I found them, but delusional. He claimed Jetfire had captured Starscream, and he went off to save him. I don't know how bad of shape Starscream was in before Jetfire got him, nor do I know why he went off anyway." He sighs softly. "We can ask Thundercracker what happened more in full when he is stabilized and able to talk. Until then, that's all the info I have."
Playtime's over
Deathsaurs doesnât say anything while Megatron sits there in silence. He gives his leader a sympathetic look, but he soon moves to grab Thundercracker. He transform to, of all his modes, his two-headed dragon mode. Strangely enough, it would be a much more convenient mode to transport Thundercrackerâs body than his jet mode. He picks the flier up in his arms, and though they are smaller in this form, he takes the weight with ease.
He takes off, following Megatron, and comms the medbay while doing so. He finds that it isnât Scrapper who answers, but instead one of the assistants in the medbay. He informs the assistant that he and megatron would be coming with Starscream and Thundercracker, and to have the medbay prepped and ready.
Megatron is reluctant to hand Starscream over to the medical team after heâs arrived, and heâs even more reluctant to leave. In fact, he stands as close to the mediberth as the team will let him. He realizes he and Deathsaurus have much to discuss, though, and looks over at him with an uncertain face. How had this happened? Where was his team? What would happen now?
Deathsaurus stands nearby, watching the assistants go to work on Starscream and Thundercracker. He sees them bring out equipment, hooking it up to the two, and they begin to clean their wounds. He looks up from their work to Megatron, and he can read all the questions on his leaders face.
"I should have been there for them. I feel as though this is partially my fault, for being unaware of the problems." He looks down at Thundercracker sadly, and he frowns. He finds himself thinking that he is not worthy of leading the mech. He sighs softly and looks back to Megatron. He steps forward and gently touches his leader on the arm. "We should step out while they work on those two," he says softly, leading Megatron out of the medbay.
Playtime's over
Deathsaurus looks at Thundercracker as he closed his eyes and laid there. He reaches over to touch the flier again, then says, âIâll be right back." He stands and strides out of the room at a quick pace to meet Megatron.
He meets Megatron just as his leader is entering the base, and he leads the way. âFrom what I understand, somehow Jetfire had taken Starscream prisoner, and Thundercracker went by himself to try and rescue him. I have no idea how it happened. Honestly, Megatron, I feel like a fool. I should have acted sooner, and tried to prevent the situation."
They move quickly through the base, Deathsaurus leading the way to the room that houses the stellar spanner - the room he had left the two in. They enter, and the two still lay on the floor, barely conscious, or worse. He leans over Thundercracker first, the smaller flier still online, though in a low powered unconscious state. He then looks at Starscream, and scowls.
He looks to Megatron with a sad look in his eyes. âHeâs dead."
Megatron looks as if heâd been slapped, unable to comprehend what heâs been told. Was he really too late? How had he not known? He spends several minutes in shock and confusion before his gaze wanders to Thundercracker and he jolts back into action. Someoneâs clock was still ticking. Falling to his knees, he cradles Starscreamâs frame gently and takes him up.
"Deathsaurus, carry Thundercracker and follow me back. Iâll need you to comm. Scrapper for an emergency and to be ready." Megatronâs voice is firm, but eerily soft. Without further word, he transforms with Starscream inside and begins his ascent.
Deathsaurs doesn't say anything while Megatron sits there in silence. He gives his leader a sympathetic look, but he soon moves to grab Thundercracker. He transform to, of all his modes, his two-headed dragon mode. Strangely enough, it would be a much more convenient mode to transport Thundercracker's body than his jet mode. He picks the flier up in his arms, and though they are smaller in this form, he takes the weight with ease.
He takes off, following Megatron, and comms the medbay while doing so. He finds that it isn't Scrapper who answers, but instead one of the assistants in the medbay. He informs the assistant that he and megatron would be coming with Starscream and Thundercracker, and to have the medbay prepped and ready.
Playtime's over
"Jetfire?" he says, looking Thundercracker over. âWeâll discuss all that later. You two need assistance right now."
He looks over Thundercrackerâs battered frame, but sees no fatal injuries. He then looks to Starscream, still unconscious. âKnocked out but still functioning," he says to Thundercracker. âThough, to be honest, Iâm not sure for how much longer. We need to get him to the medbay right now."
He opens up a comm link immediately to contact Megatron. »Megatron, are you there? I have Thundercracker and Starscream with me. Theyâve been in a fight and need medical assistance at once.« He sends Megatron their location in the base and keeps his line open so his leader can contact him back.
"Donât worry, youâll be alright. We have help on the way," he says to Thundercracker.
A few months since his surrender and Megatron had been allowed a few more inches of freedom. No more shacklesâŠmost of the time. It seemed his liberty was fleeting, subject to Primeâs whims and paranoia. Luckily for Megatron, a distress signal comes in during one of his spare moments unshackled. The mention of Starscream causes him to become careless and he leaves with no regard to stealth. Prime could fetch him later, if he so felt it. Megatron had already been helpless to save his crewmen once, and he wouldnât let it happen again.Â
»Itâs good to hear a friendly voice again. Iâm en route to help.«
Following Deathsaurusâ coordinates, his haste makes the flight short. Doubtless, Prime had felt his distress through their bond, and Megatron would need to get the others safe before and if Prime decided to come hunting for him.
Megatronâs landing is hot and fast, sending grit flying into the air. âDeathsaurus! I have many words to exchange, and I must know what happened to these two, but please, tell me on the way. Time is precious"
-Thundercracker made a pained whine and moved his servos to the ground, trying to push himself up to stand. He shifts his gaze from Deathsaurus and Starscream, jolting when he hears Megatron. Thundercracker stared in silence, trying to keep his optics focused on his leader.- M-megatronâŠ
Youâre hereâŠÂ -Thundercracker murmured and suddenly closed his optics again. FinallyâŠhe felt like he could rest. Starscream could be helped. His wings flickered as relief washed over him, and he suddenly fell forward. With all the energon he had leaked, it was a miracle he was able to stand again.-
Deathsaurus looks at Thundercracker as he closed his eyes and laid there. He reaches over to touch the flier again, then says, "I'll be right back." He stands and strides out of the room at a quick pace to meet Megatron.
He meets Megatron just as his leader is entering the base, and he leads the way. "From what I understand, somehow Jetfire had taken Starscream prisoner, and Thundercracker went by himself to try and rescue him. I have no idea how it happened. Honestly, Megatron, I feel like a fool. I should have acted sooner, and tried to prevent the situation."
They move quickly through the base, Deathsaurus leading the way to the room that houses the stellar spanner - the room he had left the two in. They enter, and the two still lay on the floor, barely conscious, or worse. He leans over Thundercracker first, the smaller flier still online, though in a low powered unconscious state. He then looks at Starscream, and scowls.
He looks to Megatron with a sad look in his eyes. "He's dead."
Playtime's over
Deathsaurus does a quick once-over of the surroundings. Whatever had attacked Thundercracker was now gone, leaving only Starscream and Thundercracker behind. He cautiously puts his sword away, stepping forward, to help. When he gets close, he can hear Thundercracker speaking to Starscream, shortly before collapsing onto Starscreamâs chest.
"Itâs alright, Iâve got you," he says to Thundercracker, unsure if the flyer can even hear him. He crouches down and shifts to pick Thundercracker up, off of their commander. Being much smaller than Deathsaurus, Thundercracker is easy to pick up with one arm. He holds the jet over his shoulder, and he bends down again to pick up the limp form of their second-in-command.
Picking Starscream up tends to be more of a task, since he is of the same height as Deathsaurus. Deathsaurus maneuvers him the best he can, eventually getting him onto his opposite shoulder, and he grunts, picking them both up.
"Almost home," he mutters to himself, walking towards the opening the stellar spanner had created. Once he is back on the other side, he moves inside the room, putting the two down as carefully as he can, before standing up and turning the device off.
Once he has done so, he walks back over to the two. He pats Thundercracker on the face. âThundercracker? Can you hear me?"
-Thundercracker had flickered his optics and weakly tried to fight off whoever had approached him. It took him a few seconds to register the familiar armor and he made a soft vent out of relief. The next few moments seemed to pass by in a blur. He was picked up and supported against Deathsaurusâ shoulder. Starscream as well, if the flash of red and white was correct.
The next thing he can concentrate on is somethingâŠor someone touching his face? He opens his optics and pants in pain, trying to focus.-  DeathsaurusâŠIâm aliveâŠHaâŠJetfire had Starscream prisoner. I chased him for so longâŠI finally got thereâŠbut heâs just so powerfulâŠIt was a game to him.Â
-Thundercracker stammers and struggles to keep his head up to stare at Deathsaurus.-Â
StarscreamâŠHowâs Starscream?! -He asks suddenly and tries to move to see the other flier.-
"Jetfire?" he says, looking Thundercracker over. "We'll discuss all that later. You two need assistance right now."
He looks over Thundercracker's battered frame, but sees no fatal injuries. He then looks to Starscream, still unconscious. "Knocked out but still functioning," he says to Thundercracker. "Though, to be honest, I'm not sure for how much longer. We need to get him to the medbay right now."
He opens up a comm link immediately to contact Megatron. >>Megatron, are you there? I have Thundercracker and Starscream with me. They've been in a fight and need medical assistance at once.<< He sends Megatron their location in the base and keeps his line open so his leader can contact him back.
"Don't worry, you'll be alright. We have help on the way," he says to Thundercracker.
Sandbox Landing
Percy watched him laugh, and then move out with some dismay. This wasnât an image of Colonel Goodie-Two-Pedes he was used to, not that it wasnât entertaining. Things you learn, I guess?
He walked a few steps, noticing a flier who wasnât quite dead yet, and put the poor bastard out of his misery for good. He circled the half-collapsed wall from the left, cleaning up what managed to avoid the Decepticon, and making his way slowly to where Drift landed. The mercenaries they didnât finih off were now running in panic. Grounders having no luck with escape, while some fliers managed to take flight due to damage Deathsaurusâ took that made him reluctant to fly. Darker bot didnât doubt that theyâll find their demise trying to get revenge, although the possibility sounded incredibly dull, given their fighting skills⊠or lack there of.
He finally reached Driftâs crash-site, the other mercenary was already on his pedes, all limbs present and attached, red plating as scratched as ever.
"Colonel seems to be having awful lot of fun, doesnât he?"
/Drift coughed loudly few times releasing clouds of dust from his intakes and looked at his hands that were still clinching (to now torn off) wings of the flier that gave him a ride. He shrugged tossing them to the side./
Theyâd make nice wall decoration if they werenât black. Black is so last millennium! Who even paints their frame black? I thought the days of Linkin Park were behind us!
/He huffed and felt something in his back that limited his movements, which turned out to be just a piece of junk metal. After a few long kliks of bending, arching and almost twirling like a ballerina he managed to get rid of that small annoyance, turning to his partner and grinning like an idiot./
Iâm great by the way, thanks for asking! (Which is actually impressive taking into account this tier of writing.)Â /He chuckled and turned his head towards the direction from where a loud scream interrupted him which could pretty much mean that Deathsaurus was taking his leave, in his own style./ Well, I always told you that he isnât exactly that much different from us, no matter how much he denies it~
Deathsaurs continued to give chase to the few remaining mercenaries, and eventually he made short work of them all. A few fliers managed to escape, but he paid little mind to them, letting them go. He doubted it was likely they'd be back anytime soon, and even if they were, they weren't a major concern, judging by their skill.
He turned back, headed towards the mercenary outpost. It was abandoned once again, save for Drift and Perceptor in the rubble. Deathsaurus pulled up and transformed out of his vehicle mode, stepping a little closer to the two, but not moving to help. "Whatever quarrel we had today can wait. You two helped me with those idiots, though I know it wasn't out of kindness. I know we'll see each other again," he said, turning to walk back.Â
Once he gets to level ground once again, he transformed to his vehicle mode yet again, driving off in a cloud of dust. He was sure the two would linger a moment longer, looking for anything possibly of use to them at what remained of the outpost, before leaving. But he found he wasn't much concerned with them, instead speeding back to the base.
Playtime's over
Deathsaurus is at the base when he receives the emergency comm from Thundercracker.
»Thundercracker? Try to remain where you are, Iâll be there soon.«
He moves quickly to the room that contains the stellar spanner, and, using the coordinates Thundercracker has given him, activates it. Unfortunately, he didnât know if there was anyone in the base to even bring as backup. Heâd simply have to go himself. He wasnât sure how many were left in the base, so it wasnât an idea he was too fond of, but heâd have to do it.
He moves through the opening, pulling his sword, and when he arrives on the other side, he immediately recognizes the surroundings as the ruins of Crystal City. He almost immediately spots Thundercracker, and what looks to be a very unconscious - at least he hopes only unconscious - Starscream.
-Thundercracker slowly lifts his gaze up to Deathsaurus as he arrives and tightens his grip on Starscreamâs servo. Time seemed to slow for a brief time and he leaned closer to his trinemate.- StarscreamâŠIâm sorry. If only I got here soonerâŠor was smarter to think of a quicker way to get rid of Jetfire. I promise. Iâll try harder. You need a soldier to help you. Not aâŠharlequin. JustâŠwake up. Please.
-He felt the full impact of how worn and tired he was. Smiling weakly, he fell forward, laying against Starscreamâs chest. His optics immediately closed and he slowly released the other flierâs hand.-
Deathsaurus does a quick once-over of the surroundings. Whatever had attacked Thundercracker was now gone, leaving only Starscream and Thundercracker behind. He cautiously puts his sword away, stepping forward, to help. When he gets close, he can hear Thundercracker speaking to Starscream, shortly before collapsing onto Starscream's chest.
"It's alright, I've got you," he says to Thundercracker, unsure if the flyer can even hear him. He crouches down and shifts to pick Thundercracker up, off of their commander. Being much smaller than Deathsaurus, Thundercracker is easy to pick up with one arm. He holds the jet over his shoulder, and he bends down again to pick up the limp form of their second-in-command.
Picking Starscream up tends to be more of a task, since he is of the same height as Deathsaurus. Deathsaurus maneuvers him the best he can, eventually getting him onto his opposite shoulder, and he grunts, picking them both up.
"Almost home," he mutters to himself, walking towards the opening the stellar spanner had created. Once he is back on the other side, he moves inside the room, putting the two down as carefully as he can, before standing up and turning the device off.
Once he has done so, he walks back over to the two. He pats Thundercracker on the face. "Thundercracker? Can you hear me?"
Sandbox Landing
The sword was almost immediately followed by mechâs lifeless frame, as Perceptor finished off Deathsaurusâ opponent.
âOught to start a fanclub.â he grinned, âYou just canât seem to shake them off youâŠâ the group was thinning out fast, but they also closed the distance. One of the fliers jumped on top of a stone piles Perceptor was using as a cover, but his blade just bounced of the rifle when darker bot blocked incoming blow. Mech lost his balance and that was enough for the mercenary to finish him with a blade he had hidden in his arm plating.
Casting rifle safely away he switched to blasters, which were a bit more handy in their current situation. A few more corpses later his optic caught some frantic movement above Drift. Probably one of remaining squad leaders was calling off the surviving attackers. And a few who got the message and werenât crazed enough to ignore it reluctantly started falling back. In a short motion he sent some flat, tiny charges forward, between both attacking and retreating enemies, content to see few fliers taking off with devices already attached to plating of their pedes. They would soon find out that gaining distance wouldnât necessarily mean safety.Â
Whaaaa?! Leaving already?
/Red pulled back from stabbing long dead frame of one of his opponents and around severely disappointed when the other mercs started pulling back. He yanked his sword from the nearest corpse and pouted like a kid whoâs toys were taken from him./
Just when I started having funâŠ
/But maybe it wasnât completely over yet. They can run, but they canât hide! Not from him! With a childish glee Drift jumped forward and rebounded from the nearest pile of rocks to climb a collapsed wall. He ran along the edge to get to the next wall, catching up with some of the fliers that tried to escape the battlefield by flying off. When one of the last few mercenaries was flying by Red surprised him by jumping on, clinging to his wings. The mech panicked and flied frantically trying to shake him off, which only resulted in Driftâs cheers./
WOOOOOOOOOOOO! DO A BARREL ROLL~! DO A BARREL RO-!! Wait, is that beeping?
/Red didnât even have to turn around to know what did that mean because he knew that sound very well, albeit in this situation it caught him off guard. He looked puzzled at the flier who was terrified by this point and the last thing he managed to say before his ride lost itâs legs was âwhoopsâ. They both circled in air for a brief moment surrounded by dark smoke before with high pitched scream they both crashed into the nearest building with a loud rumble./
/After a very long minute of silence both Colonel and Perceptor could hear a very faint scream from the distance./
IâM OOOOOOOOOHKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Deathsaurus looked at Perceptor briefly after the other spoke. "Thanks," he said, before snorting and adding, "Maybe I should." Before he could say anything else, he was being attacked by another mech, and he used his blade to make short work of the mech, cleaving his head from his body. The mech falls to the ground in a spurt of green energon.
He could see the numbers thinning out fast and delivered another kick to the face of an unlucky mech, before driving his sword through his chest. "For all the things I've said about you and Drift, at least you two are more durable than your counterparts," he smirked. He could see Perceptor throwing charges into the crowd, and he's aware of Drift leaping into the crowd, onto a flyer, yelling loudly.
Deathsaurus backed up and ducked low to the ground as the charges set off into a series of blasts, thinning the crowd some more. He stood up, looking around, seeing the numbers beginning to scatter. The fliers were taking to the air in a retreat and the grounders were driving or simply running away. A few remained to fight, and he slashed at them, hearing Drift holler that he's okay in a pile of rubble.Â
He looked at Perceptor again, and surprises himself by actually laughing. "I'd go after them, but my wing has been injured and I'm not sure how well it'll hold in the air." Instead, he decided to take his vehicle mode. He transformed, and began to drive after the remaining crowd in retreat. He began to fire at them, hitting a few, including a couple still defiant enough to try and make a stand.Â
Sandbox Landing
Perceptor snickered a bit, ducking for cover before he took aim. Granted, the opposing sideâs fire was rather random and anyway Colonel and Drift were both nice red bullâs-eye compared to him - also a bit more intimidating with the swords and charging forward. And sure enough the ones who were passing Drift headed mostly for the Con, just a few taking notice of third opponent.
He did take a bit longer between shots that Colonel with his blaster, but the hits were far more lethal. The group didnât seem to have anyone with heavier plating, and some were lightweight enough that the blaster was actually enough to bring them down. Safely hidden behind where Deathsaurus stood he carefully took aim, as packâs leader was about to swing his sword at Red. The shot went through jetâs wristjoint causing him to drop the sword and standing wide open in front of Redâs blade.
/As soon the large flier threw away his weapon with an irritated yelp Drift dropped down and leaped forward piercing the mechs chest easily with his blade. It went in easily with almost no resistance, heh. Their opponents were really cheap trash./
/Red turned around swiftly putting his back against the curling up mechâs chest and he put his other blade right through his helmet. The flier made a faint yelp before his body went stiff from shock. Drift kicked lightly one of his legs and once the mech lost balance the merc grabbed tightly the tilts of his swords and pulled the body forward, using it as a shield against the volley of bullets aimed at him. The dead body fell down with a loud thump after the shooting ceased and Drift yanked his swords out, chuckling madly./
This is way too easy, but so much fun! Hahahah!! Whoâs next?
So many boys in here~! âȘ Where do I begin~? â«
Deathsaurus could see multiple mechs taking fatal hits in the crowd from Perceptor's rifle, and he himself tried to adjust his blaster sights for more accurate hits. He found it a bit of a pain to do however, since much of the crowd had decided to focus more so on him than on Drift and Perceptor. He could hear a couple make derogatory comments to him and the Mayhem Suppression Squad, comments that he ignored.
He blocked an incoming blade from one mercenary with his own, using the blaster in his other hand to fire into the mechs chest. Another came up behind him, and, brandishing a blade, landed a cut on his left wing. Deathsaurus winced for just a second, and instinctively folded his large wings closer to his back. When the first mech fell, dead, he swung around, landing a hard kick into the face of the other, sending him back into the crowd, his blade falling from his hand.
Sandbox Landing
Perceptor grimaced a little.
âYou know, for the radiant example you try to pass as, you should learn some manners. Sheâs way better than when we found her, just in need of a paint job.â he checked the riffle. âAlso theyâre not very likely to let you off either. I seem to recall they were double that number before your cute squad wiped one of their hideoutsâŠâ
Also it probably wasnât in their best interest to run around siding with Colonel of rather infamous in mercenary circles MSS. Then again this particular group wouldnât let either of them go, so even if the subject came up in any decent company they had a good excuse⊠actually a few good excuses, including their weapons.
One of the bigger jets stepped up in front of the group, looking down at the trio from the pile he stood at.
âHave a deal for âya, Bots. Why donât you leave the ship and Colonel, and weâll let you go your merry way with whole your frames in tact?â
âBotsâ? /Drift perked up at the sound of that word, clearly offended by it and glared at the mech who seemed to be the leader of the company./ I feel hurt! Now this is degrading, being called a petty âBotâ! Pfeh. You clearly donât kno-
/The other mech to the leaderâs right stepped forward and cut in with a spiteful smile./
Donât be too cocky and make fancy monologues, we know who ye are. Red âknight wannabeâ freak and his dead partner, Primeâs dogs fer hire. Yer quite a duo. Why donât you just spare yerself the trouble, run back to yer boss and wag yer tails like good puppies.
/The rest of the band started laughing which wiped off Driftâs usual smile from his face. He bit his lower lip and glared daggers at that bunch of idiots forgetting about Colonel completely for a moment. Those rats apparently needed someone to show them their place. Which was six feet in the ground./
My, my~ /Red vented deeply, hiding his face in his hand./ Seems like everyone are lacking manners these days. /He relaxed and lifted his head up with a sweet smile./ Iâm normally not really interested in pest extermination because itâs unbelievably boring but today I think we will make an exception~Â âȘÂ
/Red idly looked at Deathsaurus hoping he caught his drift and he jumped forward towards the group of mercs. They quickly drew their weapons charging against the smaller planning on just crushing him with their number. The group quickly split up to get to the Perceptor and Deathsaurus as well, wanting to take them all out as soon as possible./
Deathsaurus didn't say anything to the mercenaries at the moment, instead letting Drift make comments. He spotted the sideways glance Drift gave him, and knew what it meant. He never thought he'd see the day where he'd be forced to fight with Drift and Perceptor, but it seemed like this would be a first.
The group split off after Drift charged forward, and Deathsaurus brought up his sword when a number of them charged at him. He slashed his sword with force, and when one mercenary grabbed for a weapon to fire, he simply cut their arm off. He grabbed the blaster quickly, and began to fire into the crowd.
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The next moment something hit his forehead rather hard, and enough to throw him back a couple steps. Larger than a regular bullet but missing a tip that could penetrate armor, the vessel broke upon hit, raining small, sticky, glittering powder on Deathsaurusâ face.
âLike youâre one to talkâŠâ the sniper slid down the debris, to stand next to his partner; rifle, curiously, rested upon his shoulder. âI would strongly recommend a short ceasefire, unless of course you prefer surprises, that possibly include getting shot when the third party arrives.â
/As soon the bullet hit the target Red jumped back and hid Wingâs longsword instantly, turning to his partner with a childish glee, wiping off his face some of the green energon./
Have you seen me being awesome? Come to think of it - I could use more explosives hmmmâŠ. /He tilted his helmet pondering about it for a second until the rest of Perceptorâs message got to him, distracting momentarily./ Third party? Why? You invited someone?
/Drift turned around carelessly and wandered off a bit to get his other sword from the ground, looking over to Deathsaurus from time to time. As soon he picked up his blade the silence was interrupted by two fliers circling above them twice before they backed off, probably to regroup with the rest of their band. Drift smirked to himself./
Oh, I see. This third party. I thought those hyenas were long dead, hah! Who wouldâve guessed that still there are some rats left around.
Deathsaurus scowled at the substance on his face, and ran his hand down it to try and wipe some off - only to find it was sticky glitter. Great. He considered running them both through and being done with the pests once and for all, but his thoughts were interrupted by two jets flying above them.
They flew off, and were soon joined by a larger party, who began to land and transform. A few laughed among themselves, and he heard a couple make comments about the 'little fight' and the ship nearby.
"Looks like the hyenas might be after that carcass of yours," he said, lifting his sword to point in the direction of Drift's ship. "No surprise there. Opportunists always want what isn't theirs."
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/Red slid to the side throwing the leftovers of his gun away. Colonel just liked breaking his toys, didnât he? He jumped back to keep the distance between them and he stuck his sword into the ground, taking more relaxed stance./
Youâre not bad! /Loud clicks escaped his frame when he started stretching like this wasnât a serious battle but a friendly sparring./ Too bad youâre not that fun~ Itâs no wonder that you need a clown in your team like Private Skittles! Hahahaha.
/In an instant he jumped forward empty handed or it looked like that. Charging right onto Deathsaurusâ sword. With a smirk he dropped down, sliding under the blade when his opponent tried to cut his head off again. His chin brushed against the blade and Deathsaurus could catch the glimpse of Driftâs annoying smirk before he disappeared below him. Right before the slide Red took out another pair of pistols and fired a round of bullets right into the freshly made cuts on Colonels legs. That should hurt enough. He rolled on the ground afterwards to easily jump back on his feet and throwing the guns away he took out his big sword from his subspace attempting on piercing his opponent through./
Deathsaurus sneered at the comment about Thundercracker, but didn't say anything in response. When Drift fired into his legs, he felt momentary pain from the gunshots, but focused instead on his opponent. He turned, hearing Drift unsheathe his sword yet again, and Deathsaurus met him head on, advancing on him. His blow came down hard, using his superior strength, but Drift was quick and blocked them.Â
He continued advancing on Drift, pushing him back, and periodically, his sword would land a cut on Drifts armor, not that the mercenary paid much notice. He moved in close and their swords slid together in a screech of metal. He brought up his left fist quickly, and simply punched Drift harshly in the head. The force of the blow made the mercenary stagger a bit, and Deathsaurus came at him again.
"You talk too much," he said, bringing his sword down, only for Drift to block it once again.
