Message from Scourge to Blackguard, Turmoil and ReforgeScourge speaking. The majority of the Hunt, including myself, is redeploying to the Tagan Hieghts to be closer to the front lines. You three remain my eyes and ears in Polyhex. I will be expecting notification of any major developments, in particular any Autobot activity. The Sweeps are intended to be the Empire's most talented scouts and hunter-killers, and if so much as a minibot gets past you, my wrath will be as the Great Destroyer himself. You are to attend to every order that Cyclonus gives you, to the letter. The pride of the Sweeps must not be tarnished. Scourge out.
Shockwave's Tower - Corridors"Well." Blackguard closed the panel on his comm unit. "That was an interesting pep talk. I suppose we should be reporting for duty in that case, not messing around in the dungeons."
"But wait, Scourge said '3 of us'. Is there another Sweep deployed here? Do you know of any,
Reforge?"
Ruins of Polyhex - Near borderStupid...Bravo managed to pick himself up, just about. He wasn't sure he could stay on his feet. He wasn't even sure if his buckled frame would stay together.
Trying to fly in my condition....taking on two, three seekers in a row....idiot...His vision swam. Through the haze, he saw lots of missile and laser fire. It looked like most of it was Decepticon.
What did I think I was going to achieve? I'm just a minibot...Then,
Scattershot's transmission came through. The Technobot leaders voice rang with confidence, with bravado, with the strength to keep on fighting.
He...he beleives in us. In...me..."Well, the least I can do is beleive in me too!" >>Right on it Bossbot!! Let's toast these cyberturkeys!!!<<
There was no pain. His vision was perfect. He saw
Jadewind closing on
Sunstreaker, the only target close enough to the ground to risk taking on.
She'll regret taking this twosome on. Bravo ran between the 'Streaker and the Seeker, skipping and tumbling, a missile from
Nightraid missing by a foot and exploding several mechanometers behind him. He was past the point where the few scrapes of shrapnel made much difference: he wasn't going to be flying anywhere anytime soon.
"Hey
Greenback, weren't you ever programmed not to swear?? Lemme wash out that vocaliser of yours...with laser!" The laser pistol burst was aimed high.
Gotta get her head down... Then with a hop and as much engine power as he had left, Bravo jumped, swinging his saber up.
One good hit, just enough to get her to back off. Come on, we've fought so hard, we need this break!