Breakout did not like ship to ship combat at all. In fact, it'd be safe to say that Breakout hated ship to ship combat. It just seemed like the worst way to fight in space. Boarding actions were fine and good as far as he was concerned, really. Well, depending on the size of the ship, small ships that turned into massive shootouts with little cover weren't good either. If it was a big ship, though, then he could actually sneak around and act like the Decepticon Cyber-Ninja that he was, but ship to ship combat had always seemed like the worst to him, a suicidal affair that turned into a ridiculous slugfest where the possibility of doing anything other than trading shots was rare and the crew members had to sit there in a floating death-trap waiting for the hulls to breach from an unlucky shot. Breakout did not like ship to ship combat one bit, no sir.

This particular instance of ship to ship combat was the worst he'd ever experienced, so to say he was not happy to be there would be the understatement of the century. Perhaps of the millenium. [i]Fraggin planet, fraggin autobots, fraggin mission, fraggin ship to ship combat.The things I put myself through for the cause[/i] he thought as he scrambled about the ship heading towards the one spot where, according to the schematics, the armor was thickest and therefore least likely to explode. His actual place in the ship wasn't quite doing it for him, what with the missing piece of hull sucking Decepticons out into the planet. He'd already gone through that once before along with a couple hundred other vehicons and was not looking forward to experiencing it again, what with the one in 50 survival chance. It was definitely time to relocate.

"Jump on if you want to live!" It'd been the female flyer, Starnight or something, the wannabe seeker with a chip on her shoulder who'd taken it upon herself to act as the commanding officer no one has asked for. Well, at least she was cooperating. Unfortunately for the unlucky comrade she had yelled at, she took off almost instantly and the startled decepticon took a moment longer than he should've to make the jump, leaping straight into the abyss instead. Fat lot of good that cooperation was. "If you actually want to live, you'll follow me! Armor's thickest this way!" he yelled as he transformed into a sleek cybertronian car, racing down the ship's many corridors as fast as he could, dodging stray decepticons which often joined his pack as word spread.

And then that chunk of the ship crumbled and broke apart under enemy fire, one of the final shots fired, if not the very last one. Breakout would've called the Dreadnaught a piece of scrap but that was an accurate description now. Skidding to a stop while many others swerved to avoid him and drove right out the ship, the decepticon ninja surveyed the situation. The ship was well and truly doomed, time to ditch. Thankfully, all the others had scrambled elsewhere when his plan went down in flames, giving him plenty of room to back away and rev his engines up. This, at least, was something a ninja could do, Breakout thought with what would've been a smile had his face included a mouth. And it was gonna be good.

Full throttle, nothing held back, Breakout went from zero to really damn fast, ramping up a demolished section of the ship and practically exploding out of its hull. No time to admire the scenery, it was cyber-ninja time. Rapidly transforming mid-air, the now freefalling robot quickly reshaped the ends of his fingers into deadly claws and fired them at what looked like the least damaged portion of the Dread-no, the least damaged portion of the crashing scrap-pile. Strong wires, originally stored in compressed liquid form, still connected the ends of the claw-like digits to the rest of his body as they pierced the weakened hull, giving Breakout a whole ten grappling hooks with which he ensured he would not simply drift away.

But that wasn't all. By triggering the wires' recompression, he dragged himself towards the ship by his fingertips, approaching the crashing Dreadnaught at breakneck speeds while at the same time unsheating his forearm-mounted diffraction swords. The speed of the impact sunk the blades in deeper into the hull than any blow of his might ever have accomplished. The impact rattled him, true, but he was well and truly secure in his position, crouched on the rear of the ship as it crashlanded with a deafening roar louder than most weapons. If he was rattled before, he was well and truly stunned then. Only when it was over did Breakout consider that his ability to magnetize his wheels could've accomplished all this in a much easier, safer manner. Oh well.

After taking some time to pry the rather stuck swords from the hull's remains, he actually engaging that function and casually strolled on top of the wreck, ignoring the giant cloud of dust the impact had blasted up (such things were of no concern to a cyber-ninja after all) and seeing if he could find anyone else that had survived the crash. Well, it seemed Air Commander had made it, at least. "Was wondering the same thing. Makes two now, Starnight".