173/Nice Warm Acid Bath

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 * Poses=: has posed:     As luck would have it, Soundwave has been able to glean some extra intel from the data drive stolen from Blurr on Luna-2. Apparently the group the Decepticons have been pursuing had been scoping out a new hideout in Tarn's undergrid, though had for unclear reasons decided it wasn't a good location. Some of the layouts though indicated the presence of a defunct subway terminal in the area. One that, with some careful recalibration and a few replacement parts could still be operable.

Thus, Onslaught had sent an operations unit to fix it up and get it running--it could be very useful for getting forces into the city limits quickly without being discovered easily. That is unless the Autobots found the control station first. Fortunately the first step was easy enough. What's more, once the console became functional, some of the logs indicated that this railway was once used to ferry munitions back and forth from an underground armory in the city--one that could very well still be there and may not have much security around it. One where the Autobots probably aren't expecting an attack.


 *  has posed:  &lt;&lt;Alright, Blast Off. Onslaught here. you'll be pulling in to the Tarn Secondary Armory momentarily. The railway shuttle is tested to hold stress values well over the established pressure levels. Just stop at the nav point, use the cutters to break in from below, and use the holo-prints to lay out your demo-chem. When it ignites, the entire square'll just drop straight onto the shuttlecar, taking everything above it in one swift motion. Got it?&gt;&gt;

Step One: Secure the railway car - Done Step Two: Cut your way into the armory above. Step Three: Use the demo-chem to drop the entire area flooring onto the railway car. Step Four: Flee with ill-gotten gains.


 *  has posed:  Well, anything Onslaught comes up with is a good thing, so Blast Off is confident this plan will work. Provided it doesn't get messed up with incompetency, which is why this mission is mostly just him - and apparently Buzzsaw. Buzzsaw is competent- just also the eyes and ears of Soundwave so... yeah, need to make this work. &lt;&lt; Understood, Commander. This should go smoothly, barring unexpected complications. &gt;&gt; He glances up at the armory, stepping forward with a pair of cutters while glancing around for any other sign of life- and trying to stay unnoticed off in the shadows.


 * {{#var:9|Buzzsaw (9)}} has posed:  Buzzsaw is the precautionary type, and as he accompanies Blast Off, simply perched on the shuttle's shoulders, he carefully tweaks and activates his own suppressive systems. &lt;&lt; Try not to overcomplicate the matter. &gt;&gt; He hops off and lets his wings catch him, gliding away from his partner in crime to scout ahead.


 *  has posed:  Grotusque is within the bunker above, right above Blast Off's work. The always-goofy, always-homocidal Monsterbot is actually playing it serious at the moment. He steps off to the side of Blast Off's intended entry as he examines a datapad. "Two-Twenty Three Four..." He looks up to the stockpile of armaments before him, bearing the same number. "Why'd you get tagged?" A hand goes to his hip in thought. The Intel officer was actually tracking this very bit of intel that Onslaught's chosen to take advantage of, except from the other side. He gives some careful thought to the situation, then stifles a laugh, "Heh, somebody wants you really bad there, buddy....Classified inventory and everything."


 *  has posed:     Inside the armory, Blurr is sifting through piles of ammo and various weaponry, searching for a particular lot number that... oh, Grotusque found it. At the prompt on the comms, he grabs the appropriate tool and moves over to the Monsterbot. "This stuff may be old, but I think at least half of it still works. We should really get some better security here before the Decepticons or anyone else up to no good finds out about it."


 *  has posed:  &lt;&lt;Alright, you're in position, you're on the clock now, Blast Off, so use some of that vaunted prowess you talk about, stop huffing about it, and get through that flooring. Resistance is going to be light, if any, so you can see why I sent you instead of the others. You'll rendezvous with Swindle and Brawl at the drop off point after we get past this.&gt;&gt;


 *  has posed:  Focused on the task at hand, Blast Off simply gives Buzzsaw a small huff. &lt;&lt; I work for Onslaught, remember? Effeciency and expediency in all military manuevers. &gt;&gt; He holds up the cutters and makes a snap with them. Then on to the show! Moving on those purple rocket feet as quietly as he can, he moves in to the place he wants to start cutting- and hears a noise. Hmm. The Combaticon stops and listens. Someone's up there.

Onslaught's transmission comes through and he almost huffs again- but stops himself. &lt;&lt; I... well yes, understood. I hear someone above us, though. We're not alone. Should I cut through anyway once the voices die down? &gt;&gt; He can always take care of unwanted people with a quick sniper blast or two.


 *  has posed:  &lt;&lt;You're the professional sniper, Blast Off, you tell me.&gt;&gt; The sarcasm is rampant in Onslaught's voice.


 * {{#var:9|Buzzsaw (9)}} has posed:  Buzzsaw listens to the comms and internally just mutters to himself before filtering it out. If something important comes through, he'll hear about it. Otherwise, blissful silence. Still, yes, something above. He carefully moves throughout to find a proper way up, his scanners and other systems scrubbing for noise, sightings, or otherwise that might offer any hints or clues as to what is overhead so he can feed it back to Blast Off proper.


 * {{#var:62|Grotusque (62)}} has posed:  Grotusque snags the enercrowbar, his fingers ripple along it. With a press of the button, the energy bar extends out of it. "Oh mech, I love the sound of these things, don't you?" He seems to be rather appeased with the entire prospect of opening up this classified droppod. "Thats the funny thing about encryption protocols on these things." He hefts the crowbar forward into the crate and strains, "You...hrrgh...can usually...beat the container easier than the....hmmmhggh security." Grotusque strains as he tries to open up the mystery, then pauses, grasping at his hands. "Wow, that's hermetically sealed or something...whelp, time to go all 'aggro' on it!"


 *  has posed:     Blurr watches Grotusque with a brow ridge slightly raised as he pops the crowbar out. He's...certainly different. But he's good at his job, so whatever. Then he starts struggling to open the crate. Eh, boring. Blurr wanders over to a box full of grenades and starts sifting through them, scanning a few at a time to determine if the detonators were still good.

But then, he hears a noise. Like...someone sawing or some kind of scraping sound. "Shhh!" he hisses at Grotusque. "Did you hear that? I think we've got company." He starts scanning the area, searching for any hostile signatures or other signs of intruders.


 *  has posed:  Blast Off can't *quite* suppress a slightly frustrated huff at Onslaught's reply. He bites his tongue, though, and simply replies, &lt;&lt;... Understood. &gt;&gt; Dammit, he wants to impress Onslaught here, after all. The Combaticon stands still for awhile, listening... and he can definitely hear some hushed voices. This isn't great. He prepares to get his ionic blaster out in a second's notice if need be, considers the spot he's working at and decides to move a few meters away to another, possibly quieter and hopefully more guarded position towards a corner, and starts cutting again. Almost there.


 * {{#var:9|Buzzsaw (9)}} has posed:  Buzzsaw frowns inwardly as things go quiet. &lt;&lt; Whatever it is you heard has shut itself up. &gt;&gt; He finds a perch in the shadows to simply watch, carefully and quietly letting the covers on the lead edges of his wings slide back to reveal the blades hiding within. &lt;&lt; I would anticipate confrontation. You were most likely too loud and alerted them. &gt;&gt;


 * {{#var:62|Grotusque (62)}} has posed:  Having altmoded, Grotusque steps up to the sealed container and suppresses a chuckle. "Company you say, Blurr? Well, keep em stalled. This operation ain't exactly on the books. Try not to let any security see me, I'd hate for em to get a bead on recognizing me! Hah!" He hums to himself as he centers himself, grasps ahold of the side of the container, then headbutts it as hard as he can, digging his tusks into it as he moves. "When all you've got is a can opener..." He slurs as he lifts up his head, raking clumsily into the box. "Heh...hey Blurr... 'whats in the BOX? WHATS IN THE BOOOOX?' Nothin?"


 *  has posed:     "Oh I doubt this is security, it sounds like...someone cutting through the floor?!" Blurr's optics widen as he moves about, running additional scans.

"Slag it, I don't -know- what's in the box Grotusque, but we need them -gone-." He frowns, concentrating, his weapons out. "They must be coming from that old railway below, I'll go check it out." He rushes out the door and down the street, then jumps a ramp to drop onto the tracks.


 *  has posed:  Springer moves in quickly in response to Grotusque's request. He flies in as low and quick as he can in chopper mode, and then transforms into speeder mode, hitting the ground moving as he races to Blurr and Grotusque's location. Once he arrives, he transforms again, this time into robot mode, and looks around with a confident grin. Ignoring the fact that 'Tusque isn't supposed to be here, he simply asked, "What's the situation, and who do I need to kill?"


 * {{#var:62|Grotusque (62)}} has posed:  Over the comms system, Onslaught calls back in, &lt;&lt;Change of Plans, Blast Off...we've got a team coming up behind you, so you're moving to position B. Secure the exit and then transform and wait for loading when the assault team reaches you. Get on it.&gt;&gt;


 * {{#var:9|Buzzsaw (9)}} has posed:  Buzzsaw just...deadpans. Can a cryo-condor even deadpan? He doesn't even bother questioning Onslaught's 'change of plans' and just resumes his sneaky scouting of the situation ahead, beaming out a quick transmission. &lt;&lt;Just tell whomever is coming in to replace our safe-cracker that I'm on sight and feeding what I can through the standard encrypted channels. Do try not to leave me here to handle it all on my own, though, hmm? I'd grow bored swiftly.&gt;&gt;


 *  has posed:  Sunstorm responds swiftly when called to do so, despite his personal misgivings about assisting the Combaticons. If things go horribly wrong in this plan, at least the Seekers can rescue it from being a complete failure, he reckons. Outwardly, he keeps these thoughts to himself as he flies into the area, then transforms as he makes a landing.


 *  has posed:  Lose one Combaticon, gain two Seekers! ... Who are these guys, anyways? Okay honestly Sunstorm probably has some recognition, but the green mech following him is almost a nobody. Which is the way Acid Storm prefers it. He's just here because Onslaught tends to dig through troop files to analyze their abilities and decided to send some backup that was maybe a bit more suited to the task. All it takes is Buzzsaw's feed for his optics to shift up at the spot Blast Off was working on. A simple, "Stand back" is all the warning he gives as he raises one arm, and fires a blast of acid from the Hyperion-3 blaster mounted on it to finish the job.

In hindsight, couldn't they of just done this instead of relying on cutting -and- chembombs? Maybe it just took that long for Onslaught to dig up such an obscure troop's portfolio.


 * {{#var:62|Grotusque (62)}} has posed:  Meanwhile Grotuque, in his monster mash mode, has ket his arm outstretched ensuring when Sringer arrives, that neither he nor Blurr are too close to the crate. "c+red1Easy now... " He whisers, "c+red1there isn't any reason why there should be any vibration detection within a hundred clicks of a functional armory...too much sensitive munitions... " He notes a small hole in the floor, from where Blast Off was welding. " Well now...what do we have here?0}" The gargoyle gives a light-hearted grin to the others then gets on all fours as he rowls u towards the hole, and sticks his eye through. "c+red1Let us see what you ca.... " Suddenly, acid eats into his face. " Uaaagghhh! " Grotusque bellows as he staggers backwards, his paws going to his face, even as the acid starts to quickly eat up a hole in the flooring.


 *  has posed:     Springer starts in alarm as Grotusque screams in pain. He quickly brings up his Blaster Cannon, whipping it around and yelling, "Get back!" He toggles his hands-free radio and calls for a medic, and then moves towards the growing hole in the floor, sky-blue optics narrowing as the situation reveals itself. "You were right to call for backup, Grotusque! Looks like we have a Decepticon problem." He boldly steps closer to edge of the acid-burn area, trying to move in between any incoming attackers and the wounded Grotusque.


 *  has posed:     Blurr made it outside just in time to catch a glimpse of Blast Off cutting at the bottom of the vault then taking off in response to Onslaught's orders. Hah, what a coward! He thinks. But he doesn't have much time to gloat inwardly, as Sunstorm and Acid Storm suddenly arrive, and Acid Storm fires at the armory floor, the corrosive liquid quickly eating a hole through it.

He gives Springer a 'Does -that- answer your question?' look. The question of who to kill, that is. Looks like they're planning on using the once-defunct subway as a getaway vehicle. Well it's a good thing Blurr can run faster than any old railcar. Out come the photon blasters. And just for show he doesn't fire yet but just holds them pointed in the seekers' direction. "Stop in the name of the law! Stand down now and no one gets hurt!" he shouts. Yeah he's just trolling them.


 *  has posed:  Once Acid Storm has created a quick and easy way into the armory, Sunstorm wastes no time in heading through. "&lt;&lt; My, my, someone's feeling rather aggro today, &gt;&gt;" he tightbeams to Acid Storm. "&lt;&lt; While it is undoubtedly enjoyable, let's not lose sight of the prize...&gt;&gt;" Drawing his glaive from subspace, the sunny Seeker decides to pick on someone much larger than himself: Springer. Perhaps his god told him it was a good idea.


 *  has posed:  The sunbright Seeker launches up into the hole. While his words are true, Acid Storm isn't about to just leave their possible flank unguarded from the other Autobot showing up. Tilts his head a little to the side. "Law? Why should I care about the so-called laws proclaimed by the ones whom would use them to oppress those they are afraid of being better than they?" His arm-cannons need a few moments to reload more acid, so he pops out his secondary weapon, taking a quick-draw style potshot at Blurr


 *  has posed:  Blast Off grumbles a little to himself but does as told. Plans change and you have to be flexible, right? Plus it means he can get away from the more cramped underground space and back up to the open sky and freedom. The Combaticon has told as Onslaught commanded- but just as he is almost out of the area, he spots something a little odd. Wait, that shade of blue rings familiar and... aha! Blurr emerges from the shadows to threaten the other Decepticons. The sniper slips into the shadows himself, sneaking closer to the Autobot, then draws aim on him. Acid Storm takes a shot but pffft, he's not the marksmech Blast Off is. HE will surely hit his target. SURELY. (Especially as Blurr hopefully doesn't even see Blast Off yet- hey it's a sniper thing okay?)


 *  has posed:     Springer leans in towards the acid entrance with his cannon - and is met by the luminous specter of Sunstorm, who lashes out at Springer with his Corona Glaive and cuts deeply into the triple changer before Big Green has a chance to react. Springer takes a quick hop-step back, and allows his cannon to fall hanging at his waist as he draws his own sword and ignites it in the confined space of the armory. "Hey, sunshine!" he quips at his opponent. "How can someone so bright in body be so dim in mind?" Springer spins his lightsabre around in a short, quick arc, and then slashes directly at Sunstorm's center mass.


 * {{#var:62|Grotusque (62)}} has posed:  Reeling from the ole 'acid in the eye' trick, Grotusque is waylaid for a moment. " Ohhhhhhh MECH that takes me back." His head jerks forward, "Repugnus always loved him some acid. We used to call him 'ole fling in the face'...well okay we didn't, because that was stupid but really I'm just talking so you're not paying attention to the fact I'm about to really ruin your day. "

Reugnus altmodes, heling shift the damage and ain aside into his kibble and raises u his Eneverators at Acid Storm. "c+red1I got two, see?! " He laughs as he fires out a thick, caustic foam that starts the horrid work of eating u Acid Storm's energon suly! "c+red1War Crimes, hoooo! "


 *  has posed:     Blurr shrugs in response to Acid Storm's rhetoric. "You know I just had to say it, because that's what I'm supposed to say." He replies, easily dodging the seeker's potshot. "Which are you, anyway? I know there's the purple guy, Skywarp, and then that jerk Starscream, and the crazy yellow one over there, but don't think I've ever seen a--"

But he doesn't quite get to finish as Blast Off attempts to snipe him from afar. The former athlete jumps and twists slightly to the left, the shot barely missing. He turns around and spots his attacker. "Aha! There you are, I -knew- you wouldn't be able to resist me!" he laughs, and opens fire on Blast Off's position.


 *  has posed:  As Springer's sword shears his torso's armor plating, Sunstorm begins to wonder if perhaps -- PERHAPS, he's gotten himself in too deep. Inwardly, he tries to focus on what Vector Sigma wants him to do. To Springer, it looks a little bit like lack of focus. "..."

This moment very swiftly passes, however, and the golden Seeker suddenly lunges at Springer in a rather brazen move, grappling with him in an attempt to throw him off-balance and perhaps buy himself and Acid Storm a few moments to get this finished. "Do you realize who you even trifle with?!!" he growls at Springer. "Do you know I possess divine powers?!"


 *  has posed:  Instead of the wordy response Blurr was likely expecting all he gets is a "I am a Decepticon. All that matters." Not as zealous as some, but that's dedication for you. Well that and the moment is kind of ruined by Grotusque spraying some sort of inhibitor concoction down the hole, setting his circuits alight with some sort of numbing tingle.

Which unfortunately is not enough to keep the Seeker from launching up through the hole, sending the smoke billing about in his wake. "As for you. See how a professional does it." One little shot was bad? This time Acid Storm levels both arm-blasters towards the Monsterbot and opens fire with the sickly, slightly glowing green streams. Because everything acidic and toxic glows greem didn't you know that?


 *  has posed:  Blurr is right. When it comes to the fast blue speedster, it's personal. Blast Off isn't even sure HOW he feels spotting Blurr this time, so soon after the Autobot's escape. After their talk. After that glimmer of mercy Blurr showed him once, but juxtaposed with the endless stream of fights they'd had before then, including both triumph and humiliation. But he's confident in his sniping ability, so when Blurr EVADES the attack, the Combaticon is so surprised he winds up glancing to his weapon. Wait, is his gun jammed?

The distraction costs him and Blurr's retaliation hits home, knocking him back a bit with a gash on his shoulder. He hisses, placing a hand there as he glares at the Autobot. "I see you're feeling more like your old, annoying self already. Such a shame you couldn't hang around. We could have gotten to know each other really well. Didn't even say goodbye, how rude." He takes aim and fires again. "You never were one for manners, though."


 * {{#var:62|Grotusque (62)}} has posed:  Grotusque chuckles as Acid Storm reveals himself in the armory, " Ah...ahah, nice. A warm acid b.... " He lays along with the joke a bit too far, "c+red1and its...beginning to burn.... " His facelate is set in stone as he really tries to sell the grimace, retend things are doing just fine. "c+red1I uh....guys, I.....*really* need to find a neutralizer right now...like RIGHT now. " As combat breaks out, he takes a ste back, gently brushes ast Sringer, "c+red1Scuse me there, big guy....YAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGG! " Then screams like a fool as he runs down the aisle, looking for one of those 'body wash' cleansers.


 *  has posed:     Springer ooofs as he's driven back by Sunstorm's attack. "You possess a divinely ugly paint job, that's for certain," he counters, throwing himself backward to get away from the Seeker's grasp. "As for your name - really, it's hard to tell you Seekers apart. Eye-Sear? Dumbstorm? Sunny D?" Springer drops down onto his back and then lashes out with his powerful legs, trying to kick the zealot back down the hole. "Tell me quick so I know how to mark your grave."


 *  has posed:     Blurr grins when he notices Blast Off glancing at his weapon as if that miss were the machine's fault, not his. "Haha! No, it didn't jam Blasty, it was just a bad shot! C'mon, admit it you oversized egotistic tin can."

But it seems he was too busy hurling insults to see the next one coming so quckly. It slams into his torso, sending smoke up and sends him staggering backward. However, he recovers surprisingly quickly, getting to his feet and rushing straight toward the Combaticon. He transforms and drives up the side of the tunnel wall, aiming to knock him off of whatever sniper pedestal he thinks he's on and get right up in his face. He knows that's the shuttle's weakness--close quarters combat.


 *  has posed:  Sunstorm manages to lurch out of the way to avoid Springer's kick, and he looks down at his damaged torso. He's only moderately injured, but the amount of mechfluid coming out, along with the normal 'glow' he has in that area from the perpetual radiation leak, make him look a lot more hurt than he is. Smiling slightly to himself, he decides to use this appearence to his advantage. He staggers back toward a wall, then...drops something. Then continues along the wall, dropping another thing. And another. It's a carefully choreographed display...once he drops the final one, he sends a transmission to the rest of his team.


 *  has posed:  Acid Storm .. just ... raises an optic ridge at Grotusque trying to pass off the acid blast as something less threatening, only to freak out and run away. "Autobots must be scraping the bottom of the recruitment barrel," is how he finally sums it up.

Whatever then, back to business. Acid Storm sees Sunstorm 'stumble' for the wall. Realizes what he is really doing. And does his own part, forgoing any personal self-concern to throw himself at Springer, using a little extra boost to launch a rushing tackle at the triplerchanger. That's meant more to keep him away from Sunstorm and keep him tangled up with an opponent. "Keep your processors on the fight Autobot! Or it shall be your last!"


 *  has posed:  Blast Off begins to puff up in rightwous indignation at getting called a tin can. HOW DARE. And BLASTY? Only Vortex gets to call him that and it's annoying enough coming from his Combatibro. He's standing there, trying to think of a good comeback for that when Blurr transforms. Oh frag. Violet optics widen slightly as he realizes what's happening. He's as aware of his weakness as Blurr, and he knows it's gonna hurt if the Autobot collides with him here. His armor isn't the best and ...NOPE. #NOPE. This will not end well at all. #DO NOT WANT.

The Combaticon's instant reaction is to get the SMELT outta the way in any way possible. It's not easy- Blurr is blindingly fast, but perhaps it's sheer desperation that saves him. Blast Off dives towards a metal crate lying along the tunnel wall, using it to block the Autobot's assault, then shoving it towards him to try and slow him down further as he attempts to gain distance again. "Like I said, RUDE!!!"


 *  has posed:     Springer is successfully distracted by Sunstorm's actions, and apparently doesn't have his processor in the fight as he's expertly flanked by Acid Storm and bodyblocked painfully into the wall of the armory, nearly dropping his sword in the process. "Primus - how many of you guys are there?" He glances from one repaint to the next, and lashes out with the handle of his lightsabre, trying to check Acid Storm in the face before he can get out of range.


 *  has posed:     "You're such a sissy, you know that?" Blurr scoffs. The speedster swerves quickly to avoid slamming into the wall, drifting a bit. A piece of metal crate nicks him in the fender as Blast Off throws it at him. "You seriously need to calm down, mech."

He transforms and attempts to dash up and flank him, then clock him in the back of the head before darting away again, ducking behind another abandoned railcar farther down the track.


 *  has posed:  *CRUNCH*

The butt of the saber hilt slams into Acid Storm's head with enough force to snap it sideways, the rest of the Seeker's body spiraling away from Springer with the sheer force of the Wrecker's blow. He crashes into a random rack of supplies, which go scattering as he's sprawled in the partially busted shelves. One hand wipes some energon off his cracked facial plates. Not to mention the massive dent in the side of his helm. Optics flash for a moment, then dim ominously. "More than you will ever strike down completely." Despite systems still being a little laggy he snaps up his sidearm, takes aim at Spring and fires a short burst. "We are the numbers, the strength, the PRIDE of the Empire."


 *  has posed:  Sunstorm flinches a bit as he sees his Seeker brother get cracked brutally in the faceplate by Springer. Knowing Acid like he does, he knows there's no qualms whatsoever about staying until his opponent is vanquished.

Which is fine, only...not really, under the circumstances. They're supposed to be pulling out. The demo-chems are planted. Combaticon plans, why did they always have some sort of fatal flaw in them! Speaking OF Combaticons, why was Blast Off allowing himself to get so riled by that silly pissant of a mech, Blurr??

"&lt;&lt; Might I remind you, &gt;&gt;" Sunstorm tightbeams to the others, "&lt;&lt; Time is of the essence. Let's get what we came here for and detonate the demo-chems on our way out! &gt;&gt;"


 *  has posed:  Seeing the Techvolt brought out does NOTHING to calm Blast Off down. The Combaticon huffs at the 'bot. "You obviously know nothing about me, Autofool..." He sees Blurr coming for him again and ducks in time, hopping over that crate, his hand smacking down on it as he pushes himself over to leap to the other side. As the speedster races away again, he swings his ionic blaster to track the blue blur.

"Let me disillusion you of your fallacy." He fires off a shot as he remarks, "Who's the coward now, running away like that? Come face your death like a real warrior. Or are you one? Are you just a jock caught up in a fight he doesn't know how to handle? You didn't seem to handle it so well when you were our *guest* just recently..."

To Sunstorm, he radios back, &lt;&lt; Understood. I'll cover as you retreat, meet up in the surface. &gt;&gt; As to why he's letting Blurr rile him up? He's got a long history with the mech. Not that HE sees it that way.


 *  has posed:     Blast Off's shots ricochet off of the unmoving railcar Blurr is now using for cover. "Oh I'm not running away, I'm just checking to see if -you- can keep up! Which you're obviously showing you -can't-." He taunts, popping out from behind the car then popping back in before starting to gradually move away from the armory, in an attempt to get the Combaticon to venture even farther away from the objective. He even fires off a few potshots to keep him motivated.


 *  has posed:     Springer scowls as he's shot, his good mood evaporating as he's tagged first by one Seeker and then the other. "The Empire must be pretty low to be proud of crooks and hoodlums like you. Robbing armories? You guys are lower than low." Reaching down, Springer pulls up his blaster cannon, and calmly aims it at Acid Storm. "You are just numbers, however, it's true -- and once we take you out, we'll just move on to the next." He squeezes the trigger to fire a blaster bolt at Acid Storm.


 *  has posed:  Sunstorm pilfers a few decent-looking weapons and a small cache of ammunition. "Silence, you rubbish hauler!" he chides Springer in the mose majestic tone he can muster. "We've no more time for this! Begone, rustheap!" In order to help Acid Storm get a bit of cover should he want to retreat, he shoots a few arm lasers at Springer. "We're finished here! You have no chance to win this war. MY GOD HAS DEEMED IT SO."


 *  has posed:  Despite his best efforts Acid Storm's systems just can't shrug off the sluggishness from Grotusque's interference at the start of the confrontation. He's done his best to chase off one Autobot and distract another, but it's taken most of his energy to do so. He dislikes withdrawing, but knowing he's of no use without power, it's best to take what they can and cut before they end up expending more than they gain.

Thankful for his brethern drawing Springer's attention back, he dives for the hole and makes a hasty dash for the tunnels, before he's completely out of juice

5rHe smirks under his faceplate and starts backing up, heading towards an exit. He doesn't mention it, but he's also tired and low on energy, so.... wisest to head up like Onslaught said earlier. He fires off a short burst from his ionic blaster to keep Blurr back and allow Sunstorm to do his thing.
 *  has posed:  "Tch!" Blast Off scoffs in response to Blurr's taunting, "I don't need to run around like some turbo-chicken, I'm a sniper. I perch up on high so I can look down on people like YOU as I pick them off." He doesn't take the bait this time, remaining where he is, not pursuing Blurr. It's time to get going and detonate the explosives and Blast Off may be prideful but he's not foolhardy. "You're lucky we're underground. Next time you've got the open sky above you, you might want to be careful. I might be up there, taking aim on you."


 *  has posed:     "Hah! You're just scared, aren't you? Of close quarters combat. Yeah, that's what it is!" Blurr taunts, almost prancing around in the open for a few seconds before climbing into an open subway car and closing the door. He opens his comm again. &lt;&lt; Springer, what's your status? We need that package secured. Not sure exactly what it is but it sounded important. Intel should fill you in. Or at least someone who has better clearance than me. Maybe. Or maybe they won't. Prowl tends to--never mind. &gt;&gt;


 *  has posed:     Springer ows as he's shot again - this time by the bright one. &lt;&lt;OK. OK. I'm on it.&gt;&gt; He looks around for whatever is it he's supposed to be securing - although, since he was left out of the intelligence briefing (he just got called in for security backup), he's not sure for what he's looking. A less macho bot would just stop and ask for clarification, but instead Springer tries to figure it out on his own, zoning out the Seekers for once and just casting about, trying to figure out what they're after.


 *  has posed:  Once Acid and Blast Off have made it out, Sunstorm slips out the same way, putting some distance between himself and the armory before activating the demo-chem with a remote device. "Hmph. Good riddance."


 *  has posed:  "As *IF*," Blast Off retorts, "There's simply no *point* to it. I can take you out as easily from high above as close up, so why not enjoy the wind under my wings?" As Blurr heads inside cover, the Combaticon mutters, "And now who's afraid? Tsk." But he has an eye on the exit. As Acid and the Sun Storm head on out, so does he. He leaves just before the detonation can occur, heading back up to the sky above.


 *  has posed:     Then suddenly the armory pod explodes. The smelt?! "Springer!" Why didn't Springer notice they were laying charges? Sigh. Once the Decepticons have gone, Blurr quickly returns to whatever is left of the vault to search for the triplechanger and for the package in question. Hopefully it's stil intact.


 *  has posed:     Springer is caught in the blast, and falls as the armory collapses around him. Luckily, he's tough enough that he'll recover if he's successfully dug out, but as for defending whatever he's been called to protect - he's failed.

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