Koriolis Desert

[FrostWhisper]

Echoblade ran out of the ship, eager to see what challenges lay before the Decepticons. As soon as she was out of the ship however, she stopped short. Echoblade was amazed by the amount of wide-open space here in the desert, she had never been out of the city before. Echoblade grinned, she saw the sand as an opponent, and she wasn't one to lose a fight.

[Bivile]

The one-winged 'con stepped out and almost immediately created a strange spitting-coughing noise. He'd had his mouth open when he walked out and instantly got some of the sharp particles into the opening. After jerking his head to one side and snorting in annoyance, his feet left the ground and he hovered a short distance over closer to where the others were heading. He landed and spat again. It's unlikely Onewing will make the mistake of letting more cutty bits into his mouth again. He placed on hand over his optics to see better and to avoid getting his lenses scratched. It was lucky for him that he was so durable, or else the slow damage done by wind and particles might have been worse on him. The storm was but an irritant - for now.

"Peh. Scratchy," He hissed, a palm guarding his face.

He dropped his hand and stood up at attention. The teal Seeker was ready for the expedition, especially if it meant getting away from the storm. In all his eagerness, he left the ground a bit and hovered again a small distance up, hoping to see a better look around.

[Rexacon]

Rexacon continued through his march in the desert where he notices the entrance to the temple being opened. Scanning his systems for autobots, it appears that there was none in the area. If autobots weren't there then it can only mean that someone who had access to the data had acquired it. Slag! The good for nothing bot Shadow had gotten the data. A small chuckle to a burst of laughter erupted from Rexacon. A laughter that can be heard through the desert as it didn't seem like he was angry at all. More like.....proud, such a good bot to have open a way for him to get the all spark. The easy way. Hearing Kol's comments on the storm coming up in two joors, it appears that they didn't have enough time.

Turning to his troops that are coming out of the ship and following him. He made sure that all hears his voice as he wasn't going to say this again.

"From what Kol said, we don't have much time. I want this to be a quick operation. If you see the bot called Shadow, you take him down, but don't take him out. We have two joors which means stick together, if you are left behind then you are on your own. Find your means of getting back to the group, I will not babysit you. You are trained soldiers fighting for the decepticon cause, this is your chance to make history. Do so and the higher ups will award you proudly. Now lets move!"

Rexacon turned towards the entrance as he entered it. Heading down, his blasters were disabled and it was pitch black. Rexacon didn't know what type of traps awaited him, but he will soon find out. Nothing shall stop him from his quest.....nothing!

~~

Roll followed through as she was confused for Rexacon burst of laughter. However, when we mentioned Shadow, it all made sense. Roll was surprised that he wasn't mad at her for letting him get away, but she will make up for it with this quest. Having listened to his speech, Roll understood on what he meant. Knowing that she knows on what to do, she follows him having to have her weapon systems disabled in the process. Only melee weapons work, interesting. She would have to counter act that and find the device that is doing it. Until then, let primus help them.

[Laser]

White Dialogue: Overlord
Red Dialogue: Captain of the Red Team
Blue Dialogue: Captain of the Blue Team

When you guys read this, think Call of Duty!

SEVERAL NANO CYCLES AFTER THE DECEPTICONS ENTER THE VAULT

Councilor Etta's privateer's approached the coordinates, ready to provide aid in this top secret mission. Zero Intelligence. Zero consequences. Zero rules.

Kssssshhhhh...."This is Overlord speaking from the Crow's Nest. Red team and Blue team please acknowledge."

"Roooger that Overlord this is Redcap speaking."

"Coming in loud and clear here, this is Bluecap. "ksssssshhhh.

"Copy Captains. Getting a little interference on Bluecap's end of the line, over."

"I read ya five. Adjusting elevation....yeh. That'll 'bout do it."

"Excellent. Gimme a stat on your locations, over."

"Uhhhh My drop team is about 4 cybermiles out with an ETA at about 2 nano-cycles. Movin' slow n' steady."

"We're also about two kliks from the AZ. We'll arrive a few micros before Redcap, over."

"Copy."

There was nothing but a static silent on the secure comm link now. Finally Bluecap broke it.

"How's your wife, Redcap?"

"Bitch left me for a rich guy."

"Dumb cooze."

"Nah. Love her to death."

"That's real Red."

"Hope she's happy. Hey Overlord, what's going on with that strip club you were trying to open up?"

The two captains got a good chuckle out of that.

"Alright alright you two, let's focus." Overlord had obviously got a kick out of it as well.

"Wonder what we're doing here anyway? Prolly a Thetacon run."

"Heh. Rumor has it, huh?"

Overlord interrupted their casual banter. "Negative we are not authorized to discuss motives on task."

"...Roger that Overlord."

"Roger. I'm heading up on the AZ."

"We're also close. My boys are set up for the drop in the back."

"Uhh, Captains remember that the operations underwent today are black on the grid. No one must know we were ever here."

"Understood Overlord."

"....."

"Blue Captain?"

"...just strapping in the Corrosia bins."

Corrosia was a highly erosive substance used as poison to hold back angry mobs. However, prolonged exposure led to rusting, and inevitable death. This Corrosia was raw grade as well...designed to eat away anything and everything to prevent evidence. Including enemies.

"Storm coming in soon."

"Affirmative."

"How many gallons of Corrosia can we carry at a time?"

"My guys can pull a few cybertons each. We don't exactly have to carry it around, over."

"Ten four."

"Captains do you see the Decepticon Dropship?"

"Negative I do not, I repeat, I do not see the Dropship."

"....Blue Team touching down. Here it is, one Decepticon Dropship. It's nice."

"Red Team touching down."

"Initiate phase one of the mission. Good luck."

"Thanks for the assist Overlord we'll take it from here."

"Setting off EMP on a scale of 15."

"Weapons offline for 60 micros."

"Roger. Dropship will be offline for thirty."

"Sending in Blue bomb squad....setting charges."

"....20 mikes left."

"Roger that take your time boys."

".....10 mikes left."

"Finishing touches."

"Outta mikes. EMP round is extinguished...the ship will come back online."

"Activating cloaking devices."

"Copy. Doing the same. Clear the area. Let's give this firecracker some space..."

[Laser]

The winds were increasing in velocity, and the sand granules beat against the strangely shaped drops ships of the privateers. The howl of the gust was so loud that the captains shouted into their comms. The storm was almost upon them...

"Redcap? You read?"

"Sho nuff."

"Gravy. Boss man's dead. We take orders straight from Valk now."

"Ten four Bluecap. Umm....looks like the storms comin' in."

"Roger. Initiate dead zone, engineer one."

".....This is engineer one reading loud and clear. Initiating dead zone one."

The bot walked up to a massive generator, flipping the switch with great effort. A great duuuuhhhh sound followed as a shockwave covered a large area. "Engineer One here. Dead zone one is online. Enemies will have radio interference.

"Roger that. Aaaalright let's flip dead zone two."

".....dead zone two is online."

"Cloaking ships and dispatching sand soldiers. Stand by....." Waves of eletromagnetic pulses emitted from the ship, triggering cloaking mechanisms on all of the various soldier teams hiding throughout the sands. The ships flickered, and then all but disappeared, plastered with the wallpaper of the environment.

"Snipers activate sand blankets."

Snipers scooted under fabricated material that reflected their surroundings.

"AA Gun Squads Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta--set up for scans on all sectors. Everyone activate weather shields."

"Thermal grid online in fifteen mikes."

"Affirmative, nothing in or out without tripping the grid."

"Roger. We'll keep an eye out."

The privateers were stacked. Tanks, AA guns, and hundreds of soldiers. All but invisible. A suitable welcoming party for the incoming Autobots....

[Cutlass Rebooted]

Cutlass blocks out every other sound and focuses solely on the ships controls and what little he can see outside, the only thing audible to him being the storm winds battering the ship's energy shields.
Even though several of the status lights on the controls flashed red and the rest amber he powers the ship on refusing to give in holding her as steady as he can going both with and against the winds as much in sync with the storm as he is the ship.
He continues his intense focus for the best part of an hour before finally managing to touch down. The ship anchors itself in the sand still cloaked but damaged and now slightly more resembling it's name.
Cutlass slumps forward over the control panel staying silent for a good few minutes. He sits up looking at the blank and flickering screens as the power fluctuates for a moment."Bloodrust, any idea if we're close to where we need to be?"
The hologram flickers into life. "I believe we managed to stay close to our course. Sensory damage prevents further analysis." The Bloodrust begins to scan the area or at least attempts to. "Possible life signs detected. Unable to verify."
"Really? Can you tell how far away are they? How many?"
"Unable to verify. Unable to verify. Unable to verify."
"You're probably glitching then." He smiles.
The hologram looks a little offended and flickers. "Must begin self repair process..." A loud buzz and hiss comes from the ship's engine room audible through out the ship. "Unable. Unable to generate damage report. Suspect sensory arrays damaged."
Tecton darts about the room pulling access panels from various parts of the control panel analyzing the damage. Waking up a couple of small drones he leaves them to start repairs while he runs down to the engine room.
A large pool of fluid covers the floor of the engine room. Tecton just looks at it and with a sigh sets another five drones to work. He proceeds to run about the ship telling everyone he meets to head to the bridge. Once he was sure he had spoken to everyone, checking the list on the ship's memory to confirm that he has, he sets himself down on a seat next to Cutlass.
Tecton shoots him a look as if to say "if you ever put all of our lives at risk like that again I'll destroy you..." He settles himself down as people begin to enter the room.
Volca sits down next to Tecton remaining silent and not even glancing at Cutlass.

[FrostWhisper]

Silentsong walked towards the bridge, she was taking it slow so that she'd be well rested and in optimum condition for whatever challenges lay ahead. As Silentsong walked, she realized that she didn't have the sniper rifle that Laser had given her before the Autobots had left Protihex, she'd have to ask about who had picked it up later. Silentsong knew that the sniper wouldn't be of much use to her anyway, she could probably hit just about any target that stood still for more than thirty seconds, but it's very unlikely that Silentsong will be able to hit anything moving for a long time yet, Silentsong prefers hand-to-hand combat anyway. Silentsong hoped that she would be more of a help than a hindrance in the hours to come, she knew that if anything happened to her on this mission, she'd probably be dead before anyone had a chance to miss her. Silentsong knew battles to be chaotic, a cacophony of weapons being fired, metal striking metal, and screams of pain when bots were wounded. She knew that the Decepticons were nothing short of ruthless, and that the two factions would soon be at each others' throats. As she arrives at the bridge, Silentsong hopes that when the dust clears after the battle, it will be the Autobots who stand victorious.

[Laser]

Ding!

"Bluecap this is Redcap, the thermagrid has been tripped, I repeat, the thermagrid has been tripped. Do you have the same readings?"

"Copy that Red. Running data scans for tagging."

"Whoa...we seem to be in a pickle."

"uhhh yeah damn. The ship's cloaked. We can only confirm locations every 10 mikes. They're converging on our location though, get ready."

"Roger that hold fire until they land and leave the ship.'

"Roooger."

***********

Beam had shouted out "To the bridge Watertag!" Whenever she arrived. Everyone seemed so solemn about what was about to go down. She would never tell, but deep down, she was actually excited about getting back into the thick of things with the bots. "Heheh. Whose ready to kick some ass?"

[Towreck]

Towreck came walking in with a bunch of weapons in his hand, and a blade hanging off his side. Towreck set the weapons down, and then grabbed the said blade, taking it from around his waist. He looked over to Cutlass's direction. "Excuse me Captain Cutlass, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to present you something that Laser had found while we were in the armory back at Prothiex." Towreck walks up and holds out the gunblade, with its golden hilt facing towards Cutlass's direction. "Laser asked me to fix it up, it's an old Gunblade, and it suprisingly still shot. I won't bore you with the details but I fixed the overheating, sharpened the blade itself, and it uses a less energon consumable ammo, that can be made anytime by me." Towreck said, grabbing a few ammo cases and setting them on the floor. "Even found the sheathe that fits it, but its old...you could probably find a newer one." Towreck added, motioning to the leather-like sheathe around the blade of the sword.

[DarkXenith]

Having completed the sign-in process with the ship's security systems, Jumpstart had of course elected to shadow Silentsong to the bridge in answer to Vibro's summons. Satisfied that the femme could indeed hold her own by the time they'd reached the bridge, the medic moved off to one side of the main gaggle and leaned casually against a wall waiting to hear whatever the imperative info of the moment was.

Clocking Towreck as the weaponsmith entered laden with the spoils of his foraging spree in the Protihex armory, he gave the mech a moment to make introductions to Cutlass before calling over, "Hey, 'Wreck... reckon y' got a side-arm spare - nothin' drastic? Get the feelin' the rifle an' knife I got ain't gonna hit the mark in close quarters situations. Lemme know what the damage is, right?"[/color]

Of course, by 'damage' Jumper was actually referring to the cost of the weapon rather that it's impact on the opposition.

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Aegis glanced up at the comm from Vibro and rose to her pedes, spacing the datapads as she did so. Doubtless Laser was already aware of whatever it was the mech had to say to the group, but all the same, the femme felt it only polite to approach the guardian in the event he wished to participate in the meeting and had missed the communication in his state of hibernation.

Considering direct physical contact to be impolite when addressing a senior officer, the femme offered instead a polite double comm-click to gain his attention before she spoke:

"Apologies for the disturbance, Laser. However, a general summons has been issued calling all aboard to the bridge. Will you be joining them or shall I convey your apologies to the group?"[/color]