Nemesis – CorridorsThe thing about uppercuts was that they required a bit of force behind them to be effective. As it was Boss’s little love tap stung but only a little. Falcon’s green optics gleamed malevolently as Boss’s fist stayed beneath his chin, looking down at his age old nemesis.
“Oh…I have all the time in the world for
you,” he muttered in a low tone akin to the rumble of thunder. Oh, how he had longed for this moment. To have Boss at his mercy. Except, in the next moment, Boss was gone. Falcon blinked and looked about. What?! Rotorstorm. Blast it all! He
had him! Boss was there in his grasp just moments ago!
“You’re not getting away!” Falcon roared, moving to pursue when gunfire from one of the Autobots by the hole in the wall hit him squarely in the helm. Clutching at the wound, Falcon hissed with anger as his optics fell upon the culprit. It was then that a large booming voice echoed his own thoughts. It was Snare that actually made him consider it.
The ship…had…talked.
Rage ebbing slightly, Falcon paused. “Commander, the ship!” Falcon shouted, trying to get Skyquake’s attention.
Taking advantage of some of the Con’s momentary confusion, Chromia, as the last of their troops went through the hole in the wall, gave
Roulette a shove into the hole following close behind.
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Hangar Bay“Rou, run! Make for the shuttle! C’mon!” Chromia barked as she broke into a half-jog, half-run, looking back at the hole in the wall. The lighting fixtures shattered and cracked, dropping them into pitch darkness. Oh great. Just great! Chromia wanted off. Now. The ship was talking. It almost seemed to her like…No, couldn’t be. Or she didn’t want to deal with that thought right now. Whatever the case, Chromia adjusted her optics and ran.
Thunderclash leaned on Firestar more than he liked to when the ship shook. He could barely support himself, but that needn’t mean he take her down with him. As such, he crashed to the floor without her and was swiftly lifted up again by Firestar.
"Let's get you off this ship."
“Let’s all get off this ship,” he replied softly to Firestar before raising his voice in answer to what appeared to be the very ship around them. “Yes, we are leaving! All of us! Autobots, get aboard the shuttle
now! We can escape!” Bolstering the spirits of those Autobots whose sparks were clouded with spark, Thunderclash ascended the boarding ramp himself.
“
Elita, what’s our status?”