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| - Log Title: The Spirit of Freedom: Act 3 - Yar, Predaking Off the Port Bow Location: On the hull of a starship in the middle of reentry Date: ICly: 6/13/15 (Logged 7-10-15) Summary: Predaking must be driven off the ship before he tears it apart, not that its going to last much longer as it is! <> Ratchet says, "XXp, WX XXXX XX XXX UlXXX XXXnuX XXX Xf XXXrX. XX XXX reXXX" <> As of this point, communication with Iacon is near impossible. <> Elita One says, "XXXiXXX YXX XXX BXXXKXXX XX SXXXXXX XXu XXmX XXppXXX XX XXesXXXlXXX XXXmXXXXXiXXX" <> Kup says, "What's that? You're breaking up, I can hardly... <> Kup says, "Oh. That overgrown chewtoy did a number on our long range comms hub. Iacon can't hear us." <> Elita One says, "XXlXX X XXed XoX XXX DeXcXX XX XX XXvXXtiXXXX immXXXXXXXX XXrrX" <> Blaster says, "XXX XXiX XX XXXt XXXX XhoXX Xick beXXX X XXXX XX XXay XXXk XX XXrziXXX <> Elita One says, "WXXt?" YOUR MUSIC: Now entering the worst of re-entry, the doomed ship of the line, the Spirit of Freedom, attempts to not break up in the atmosphere despite the obvious damage to it. A gaping hole in the side of the medbay doesn't aid the matters. Steely red haze fills the ship's leading points as the ship shudders and strains, Kup at the command, doing his damndest to ensure the ship can make it to Iacon... where it was meant to deliver a critically damaged Ultra Magnus. As the ship shudders again, pieces of it go flying, groaning under the weight and pressure of the strain, sending critical components and heavy armor flying up into the scrap encircling the planet, scrap from a six eon long war. << Bots...we...we gotta do SOMETHIN here, I'm lookin out the starboard side hull ramp and Predaking's up there doing his best to scrap us before we even make it through. We gotta get up there.>> The hesitant femme adds, <> Through a rather large hole in a hull reaches a pale green hand, attached to a rather powerful-looking green forearm. It grips the torn edge of the ship's outer skin and pulls, and almost immediately the matching hand and forearm appears. Together they haul the bulky green form of Springer out of the hole in the hull and onto the top of the ship. Springer looks battered and dented, but not at all beaten. His pale green jaw is set, and his blue optics glow with the fire of retribution. However, Springer's tone is light as he allows, "Alright, you giant house pet, you can pack a punch, I'll give you that." Springer steps solidly onto the hull, crouching slightly to maintain his balance on the shifting, bucking craft, and to keep his drag coefficient low. "However, I don't think I'm going to give you another chance to try that again. Autobots, concentrate on the weak points at the joints of his armor. I'm taking the big guy down - all the way to the planet if I have to!" <> Imager says, "Uhh..okay, you heard the ...the Wrecker, confidence builder that is." <> Relay says, "Whoa! Bolts and Rivets, Autobots you've got a problem! Hello, Can you hear me?" +INIT: Springer is set up for this Combat Round. <> Relay is a little known Cosmos repaint that just hangs out at Iacon mostly, but he IS spaceworthy at least. Arcee begins heading along the hull ramp quickly, her laser-pistol drawn as she heads into the fray against a massive gestalt. Surely, they've faced worse odds at some point. "Here comes your 'something'," she exclaims, feeling less-than-confident about their chances but attempting to rein in that sinking feeling with ample amounts of determination. <> Relay says, "Helloooo?" <> Springer says, "We hear you, Relay!" <> Springer says, "What's the bad news?" <> Springer says, "I really don't have enough problems yet today! Give me a real challenge!" <> Relay says, "Oh yes, Hello. You've got ...looks like..whats the red combiner? You've got that one on your hull! Looks like a problem to me." <> Arcee says, "It's a definite problem, yes." <> Springer says, "Yeah, I know. I'll take care of the combiner -- you keep trying to reach Iacon. We're going to need a welcoming team for our wounded, and the wounded Decepticons I'm about to make!" <> Relay says, "Oh...okay. Uhm, okay, so I was told I can lend a hand here, but this reentry is playing havoc with my sensors. I'm not much of a fighter but I *do* have these EMP missiles which pack a punch, but I'd need telemetry to make the shot." <> Relay says, "Or..well, I know this sounds a bit silly, but if I got enough hard data, its possible the long range weaponry from Iacon could...you know, shoot him off the hull. That's a risky thingy though! " Devcon looks around at all the carnage within the shuttle and sighs, "I'm afraid.. I'm of no use to you guys in here.. I'll see what I can do to help out outside." and with that the mercenary leaps out of the gaping hole and transforms while maintaining radio contact with the orders. With a twist of parts, folding of sections, Devcon transforms from a tall robot into his space cruiser form and is ready for flight. <> Imager says, "Uhhh. yeah that's great, but I think I see a few problems." <> Imager says, "See how he's been ripping up those gun turrents, well those big ole conduits are exposed now. That's bad for us, but its a pretty big environmental hazard." <> Imager says, "We *could* try to get him to...I dunno punch or stomp onto a few of em, and hurt himself?" <> Imager says, "and then there's that idea of Cuffs to use that bomb Soundwave had, but I dunno what to make of that." <> Devcon says, "I'm going to see uif I can get him off the shuttle or at the very least stop damaginging it so you guys can make it to Iacon." <> Springer says, "Risk comes from not knowing what you're doing. Do it, Devcon! We'll back you up." Imager grimaces as she looks over Arcee, "Yeah...tell me about it, this is pretty bad right?" She motions to the ramp, "Second us non-spacy types get up there, its gonna be bad, all sorts of fire and heatwaves. Gotta stay in cover, right?" She takes a step up towards the ramp, fire streaming across the sky. The moment she does, an enormous wreck of metal and noise shudders the ship as one of the gun turrets is thrown, slamming into the ramp's bunker area for several moments, threatening the superstructure before it is caught in the atmosphere and ripped away. Giving a very concerned look, Imager grimaces to Arcee again, "Yeah, this'll be great." She shakes her head and readies her shotgun. <> Imager says, "oh and I got some juice in me again, so I can do some emergency energon refueling if ya need. Assuming I'm not HOLY SPARKS THIS IS NASTY OUT HERE." Slingshot enters along with the others. He sees the mess and makes a face. "Ugh, someone needs to do some cleaning up in here," he says, "Once we get rid of the problem." He looks around and grabs something so that he doesn't fall over when the ship shudders. "I'm sorta spacey-but-not-spacey." <> Imager says, "Yeah, well, Slingshot, I'm not-spacey at all spacey, you got one up on me."
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