The large underground base was busy, as always. Throughout the base, soldiers walked around, both Autobot and human. Some decided on quicker transportation, Autobots transformed into cars or armored vehicles, and soldiers taking humvees around the massive complex. In the command center, alerts popped up on the holographic world map. Upon seeing the alerts, several human soldiers grabbed papers and scurried about.
Above ground in a garage, a trooper holding some papers ran up to a Phillip Robinson, the commander of a tank platoon. Orders to move out, and investigate Autobot signatures coming in orbit, with the estimated landing site in a nearby forest.

Meanwhile, Decepticon infiltrators all over Oregon converged to the estimated LZ.

Elena was looking over a book she had written in, it had torn out pages and was rather old looking but that was expected since she traveled a lot. "It should be here... I've calculated to the very last number.." she said to herself. She was at a small table they had set up, overlooking the digsite where some of the workers she was working with were helping her look.

She sighed a bit, pushing her glasses up and pulling her bangs back with her hand, causing them to become messed up. "Maybe it's not here..." she said to her bird, petting it on then head. What do you think? Should we wrap it up?" she asked. She probably looked psychotic while talking to a bird though. It shook it's head, making a small cry sound and she smiled. "Alright... We will keep look-"

"I think we found it, Elena!" one of the workers called out. She went to jump into the hole but the soldier who stood with her put a hand in front of her. "I must stress again... You must not just jump into areas without the proper protect. I will go first and you can follow me." The Soldier continued, jumping into the hole and taking the piece from the worker, looking at it, then handing it to Elena who was directly behind him.

"What is this? I don't think this is what we were looking for. I can't recognize this writing, it looks so foreign." she stated, looking at it up close. "Continue to dig, I must... Look something up..." she said to them, crawling back out of the digsite. She took her phone out, one of the new models, a satellite phone and looked up one of the symbols, it showed to be those of a foreign planet. "This is odd..." She whispered.

Through the self medicated haze of sedative running through her system, the blaring sound of an alarm reached her. It wasn't one of hers... that much she was sure about. By now those were mono-toned and familiar. Damage sensors, and low fluids, and a badly damage Energon hose. It was by internal programming alone that she was still online, consciously rerouting Energon and closing down the bits that might leak.

It could very well cost her in the end but it didn't matter, she needed to at least try to make it. This new alarm though, this was accompanied by a faint red flashing on a panel in the pod she'd been drifting in. Impact warning? Entering atmosphere. Which atmosphere was she... oh that's right the signal had come from Earth. About time. Maybe there was a medic who could put her back together down there somewhere.

Clutch drifted, in and out as she wondered if she should brace. The pod heated, she could feel it venting and then it shook her, a heavy thump as she met the surface of the planet. It jarred her and her dental plate rattled a little. Her processor blipped in and out for a moment like the flickering of radio signal over long distance. The tiny little tremble of strength.

The femme squinted dulled blue optics as she tried to budge the hatch of her pod. It malfunctioned and she didn't have much strength left to try and push it open. Hanging precariously from the slightly upside down position she thumped the less damaged Ped against the bottom. Her distress signal pinged sluggishly, she could only hope whoever reached her was friendly.

The garage Phillip and his crew pretty much lived in had a section converted into a living quarters where most of the men were spending their time. There were a few people talking, but most of the ambient noise was taken over by a radio playing an old soundtrack that echoed throughout the garage. That wasn't the only significant thing, though. It seems the platoon had everything to themselves in preparation for anything; gunracks holdings their guns, ammo caches, and even a line of tanks; their tanks, the M1 Abrams.

Sitting on the front side of one of those tanks, next to the main gun, was a man who was busy writing down on a sheet of notebook paper. Everyone was going about their business until the sound of a door opening and closing interrupted the sounds of a typical day, but that was also typical for the soldiers who occupied the garage. They simply went about their business as the messenger went to the man sitting on the tank, the commander of the platoon. The one on the tank noticed the soldier and slowly stood up after the orders exchanged hands between himself and the messenger, the man putting his pen and paper away to read over the papers before he started climbing up the tank towards the hatch that had a 50. cal machine gun resting in front of. Once there, the sergeant reached down and checked for his rifle, it was there, so he shouted across the garage. "Alright boys load up! We gotta move! He shouted, and like that everyone scrambled to grab their things and man their tanks. Within two minutes of call, they were already ready to go. The tanks rolled out after their leader gave the column formation and advance order, and they were on their way to the given coordinates.

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The desert was hot, and the sands were kicking around during the usual day in the middle east. In the middle of the sands, there was a dirt road that had little to nobody traveling on them, except two MRAPs, Humvees to be exact that were driving with a little distance between each Humvee. The back one had a man who occupied a heavy caliber turret, the M2 Browning, the man wearing a multifold mask and a US army desert camouflage. There were a total of six men, and their leader sat on the front seat of the vehicle up front, the man pointing ahead and guiding the driver down the road.

"Listen, we just gotta hit up the town, hold up presence for perhaps two hours, then get back home. Should be a simple thing. After we get everything wrapped up we can get showers and go to sleep. Simple, yeh?" The man with the sergeant insignia said over the radio, a couple of brief responses and chuckles being returned to him by his comrades. His uniform and dogtags proved him to be the squad leader; Sergeant Konrad Mullins.

Alarms were blaring, lights were flashing, that fire was new. Yup, Bulwark was in a bad way. After getting a glancing blow from a asteroid while passing through the belt, Bulwark was on high alert as he tired to keep his ship together. A new alarm went off, shocking him out of his little flashback. Checking the alarm it seemed he was on a crash course with not only the planet but also another ship that seemed to be in a similar situation as he was. Acting quickly Bulwark did a maneuver that he immediately regretted as a chunk of his vessel sheared off and sent him careening towards the planet at a speed most would call suicidal.

With little else he could do, Bulwark braced himself as the ship started to break apart once he hit atmo. Grabbing the steering apparatus, Bulwark did his best to stabilize the ship in some semblance of an angle. Seeing the ground rapidly coming up to meet him, Bulwark counted down 3...2...1 and braced himself for impact as his world went to black.

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Groaning, Bulwark found himself hanging upside down in his seat. Giving himself a moment to collect his wits and run a basic diagnostic on himself. Moderate damage to his to his left arm, right cannon busted, and right leg mangled into uselessness. Giving a sigh, Bulwark clipped his harness and acquainted his body with the ground. Crawling towards Guardian, Bulwark changed it into a makeshift crutch and began to make his way outside the ship through a large hole that was created during the fall. Stepping outside, his optics took a second to adjust to the differences in light. Thinking to himself, Bulwark said "Great, one more thing to add the the growing list of broken body bits. Whats next? Decepticons?" While gazing around, Bulwark noticed a trail of smoke rising into the sky. Hopefully they were ok. Bulwark was about to hobble towards the smoke cloud before a hail of bullets and energy bolts connected with the ground around him.

"Me and my big mouth." Bulwark said as he cursed his bad luck before entering the wreckage for cover. Returning Guardian to its normal state, Bulwark prepared himself for battle as the Decepticons surrounded his wreckage.

Angry alarms bathed the decepticon ship in a pulsating flood of red lights. The ship, which was usually silent as a grave, was alive with the sound of blaring sirens as it began its descent towards Earth. Airachnid had set course for the planet, but she hadn’t planned on crash landing there. Though Airachnid was puzzled about the crash, troubleshooting would have to wait till later. She turned away from the specimen she was observing and bunched up her robotic legs like an insect’s abdomen. She then started scurrying on the spider legs which were splayed on her back, to a console. She maneuvered the ship, or at least tried to, as the ship entered Earth’s atmosphere. The alarms became louder and warned to become even louder, till Airachnid shot a web over the alarm switch with a displeased grunt.

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The crash rattled the ship and many tall containers threatened to tip over, but soon it was all over. Airachnid placed a hand on her head as she got up. She looked around for whatever had been damaged. The ship appeared to be more or less intact, and she felt glad that her ship could take a punch. Well, it was decepticon engineering afterall, she thought to herself; and a content expression appeared on her face. However, the expression soon fell as she noticed an energon leak from a port. Before stepping outside, Airachnid took a look at the ship’s scans. The ship had detected several autobot and decepticon signals and these were only the uncloaked ones. She decided that reuniting with her kind could wait.
Exploring the planet that she had landed on and setting up traps for anyone who had noticed her crash required her immediate attention.

Guardian Supreme just arrived in the solar system designated Sol. It was classified as extremely hostile plus there were Decepticons that posed a threat. As he approached orbit he launched several temporary probes he salvaged from a Decepticon wreck. The councilor's spark faded before he could give Guardian an exact location to find Prime. Once in orbit he waited for the probes to report back. Several cycles later he got a report back of an Autobot surrounded by Decepticons, no mention or Prime or an Autobot ship.

Guardian flew towards the location of the surrounded Autobot. Once he was in weapons range he began firing on the locations fed to him by the probes just before they disintegrated. Just before touchdown he transformed to robot mode and landed hard. He took up a defensive position and took both of his rifles out. "Unidentified Autobot, take cover and call for pick up."

She could here muffled chatter on the outside of her pod and she stilled. The insistent beeping was going to drive her completely glitchy. She tried to silence it by slamming her closed servo against the box. It dented under her hit and the siren died. She pushed passed the stressed whir of cooling fans and listened. Cons. There were cons out there and she was damaged far too much to do much good with her size. Clutch was a small femme built for stealth and speed... however she was in no state to act on the speed part.

"Go on," One of them gruffed, " go break it open Blitzwing."
" There's no way I'm goin in there without knowing who's inside, get fragged," another grunted.
A displeased grumble came from the first and there was the sound of heavy peds moving on the ground outside.

Trying not to panic Clutch tried her weapons. The assassin managed to partially draw back the hatch that hid her arm blades... but it got stuck. It sparked and groaned and she tapped at it. Great. No weapons... fantastic. She turned her attention instead to trying to expand the signal from her pod. The Bots where out there somewhere... she just needed to reach someone friendly with good guns.

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"All friendly callsigns this is overlord... There is a new task available: A signal was received from GRID: 067, 163. Any responding units report and engage on coordinates. Prepare for contact." The message went across all local military frequencies, including the one associated with the recently deployed tank division that was on its way towards that general area. The commander, Phillip was the first to get the message, and he already began coordinating with his other three crews to converge on the signal.

"This is Heavy Guard 4-1 to command, we are on the move to target coordinates. Ensure that any responding teams are given our frequency codes." The commander said, reaching out and grabbing the bolt of his machine gun to cock it back and prime the weapon. The roads were fortunately clear for the most part or containing abandoned cars which were easy to run over. It seems that the locals were more than aware their home was being invaded ever since decepticons sightings were reported everywhere. Minutes crept by until they began arriving on the crash site, and they were already about to go into mortal combat.

"Contact, hostile big bot, half a click, north!" The radio lit up and immediately the gunner of each individual tank were working off the report and their live camera feeds to aim at that general direction.

Phillip who could see the titans ahead was already observing his surroundings before he spoke into his headset. "Alright, 2 and 3 are now team Red. 4 you're with me. Red, move to GRID: 068 164. Occupy the town and use it for cover as you prepare for engagement. 4, you're with me we are the spear head. We going to punch in, get to that pod, crack 'er open, and get the hell back. Is that understood? Lets show them what the National Guard can do."

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Everything was going by smooth and as planned while the small convoy made its way off the dirt roads and onto actual pavement. After their first few minutes of good driving they stopped to see a wrecked car down the road, one that wasn't caused by an explosion or a collision. It looked crushed and its owner was nowhere to be found. When they were about a couple yards a way the two MRAP vehicles stopped, the gunner of the back one taking a moment to look around for anything out of the ordinary.

"Hohohold up.. Shut the engine off." Konrad said once they came to a halt and immediately the front Humvee's engine was turned off, seconds later the second one followed that suit. They sat there with only the sound of the wind and the sound of hot vehicle parts snapping and making a creaking noise during their calming period. Everyone was looking around, and finally the sergeant made a decision. "Call it in. I am going to go check it out." He said, climbing out of the car with his handy rifle. One of the soldiers took up that responsibility and began to report their location and situation to their base, but to the guys receiving the message this was just a typical road obstruction.

After exiting the safety of the vehicle the soldier pointed at the one manning the machine gun before he started towards the wreck, giving the gunner a signal to be on alert. The man wearing a desert scarf and a multiwrap mask under his heavy gear simply nodded and adjusted his dark tinted goggles before cocking the machinegun back, readying it for anything to pop out.

"Unidentified Autobot, take cover and call for pick up." Hearing some backup was reassuring, some with a was even better. Hurrying to his panels, Bulwark tried to bring up communications but was met with failure. The whole system was busted during the crash and was completely worthless. Grumbling several profanities, Bulwark made his way to the new arrival. Loading up his good cannon with one of his high explosive rounds, Bulwark quickly stepped out and fired a shot at the first con he saw. It missed the intended target but it wouldn't matter, poor bootleg got his legs blown out. There were about 4 or 5 more, maybe more out in the forest.

"Hey, the coms are completely gone but there is a friendly out over yonder. We take care of these cons and we can head over there, hopefully they got a working com system." To emphasis his point, Bulwark activated Guardian into shield mode and let the forcefield spark for a second. "Ready when you are. Oh and by the way, names Bulwark."

"Guardian Supreme, the former elite bodyguard to the now deceased Council of Elders, now the elite bodyguard for Optimus Prime, assuming he is still alive." He failed to report his disgust for this latest batch of Autobots. "Fine." He split his focus between fighting the Cons and trying to contact Autobots who didn't need saving. While his focus was split he took a shot to the face blinding him in the left eye. He kept getting static. "All I'm getting is static must be in range of some kind of jamming device." He raced towards the Con that Bulwark crippled. He grabbed him by the torso, his large hand completely engulfed the Cons torso. "Tell me where the the jamming device is." To emphasize he started crushing. "I'd talk quickly if I were you otherwise your spark will extinguish. Wouldn't want that now would you?" Then one of the brothers that comprised Guardian Supreme's spark started to speak. "Let me squish this little bug. I can feel his spark starting to fade." Another spoke. "The fear and pain is delicious. Make him suffer more." Luckily for this Con only Guardian Supreme was in control of the body the brothers just had the ability to communicate and each time one of them spoke you could tell by the difference in personality and the sound of their voice.

Eventually the Con gave up the information. "Thank..." Guardian Supreme then crushed the Con. "you." He took aim for the jamming tower and fired a barage of missiles at this distance accuracy was not guaranteed but a barrage would guarantee splash damage would destroy the thing. After the massive explosion Guardian Supreme tried again. "This Guardian Supreme to all Autobots I have wounded Autobots scattered and unknown number of Decepticons. Have not been able to get to the second one. Unknown if there are more in the area." Ratchet responded. "Bulwark, somebot named Ratchet responded. We are on our own for the moment. He says Prime will get to us as soon as he can." He then shot a small barrage of missile at a group of cons clustering. "So lock and load little bot. It's time these pests joined the Pit." He started shooting at the Decepticons.

Target cursed his luck, seems this ‘simple’ secure & hold mission was falling apart and he would get blamed for it. As he flew at a height of 25,000 feet, his colour blending into a cloud above, he called upon the reserve units under his command for the operation. He had been given only 21 Decepticons to work with, of which he kept a quarter in reserve just in case things got sour. He left three with the jamming device, who were probably nothing but piles of scrap now, five at the location of the two pods of what seemed to be elite Autobots of some kind, one on a 'special recovery mission' given to him as Target didn't overly like him too much. The task involved looking for 'something special' in a distant digsite, away from the mission-zone, though Target simply sent him on a pointless goose chase as there was nothing of value at the digsite from Target's intel. Target had also established the last two Decepticons at the other downed pod. Speaking of which, what was going on over there?

Ignoring the calls for assistance from those at the hands of the two Autobots, Target turned his attention to the other downed pod. He saw the two nincompoops discussing on who should open up the pod, the cowards. As he was about to call them to rip open the blasted pod, he noticed something moving in on their position, 4 objects in fact. Upon closer inspection, Target realized that they were simple human tanks, probably some of the pro-Autobot humans as well. He barked sharply at the two fools as he saw two of the tanks break away, "Heads up, Hostile locals heading your way." He saw the two Decepticons alert themselves before heading for cover. One was unfortunate as a shell from one of the meatsac tanks blew a hole in his chest. Target sighed as he recalled two of the reserve units from his previous order, "Grite, Trash. Move over to objective B, hostile meatbags engaging friendlies. Shoot to kill." He silently wished he had some artillery to work with.

After getting a confirmation ping from them, Target decided to take a look at the unexpected presence of a cybertronian ship crash-landing near the battle zone as well. He had hoped that the reserves could secure the location before inspection but it seems he’ll have to enter into the vessel alone… This irritated Target as he wouldn’t be able to see the rest of the operation through.

As he approached the downed vessel, Target noticed the ship gave no obvious identification markings. Was it another Autobot refugee boat, hoping that by having no ID markings would help them escape Decepticon wrath? Such ships usually had far too weakened crew to give any resistance, though something told Target this was not a refugee ship. He landed near the main hatch and tried to pull the door open. Upon failing that he started to look around for other openings that he can squeeze through.

Airachnid had spent the time exploring Earth's terrain and had plenty of findings to show for it. The ground was somewhat easy for her to drill through and more often than not, the underground passages seemed usable. There were exceptions here and there though. There was also a diverse number of botanical species ,all of which were susceptible to Airachnid's venom and so were many of the materials that were used in the construction of infrastructure of this planet.After noticing the simplicity of her surroundings, she didn't feel the need to set up any traps .

Deeper underground,she felt a familiar sensation close by.Curious, she travelled deeper and found out an insecticon hive .A smile of satisfaction spread across her face. Decepticon soldiers had sent insecticon hives to various planets in faraway galaxies. These cons were to remain in stasis till one of their kind reached the planet.Being closely related to the insecticons, Airachnid could control them, break them out of stasis and use to them to lead an attack if she wished.She decided to leave them in their current state, but planned on bringing them along in her ship.

Knowing that she would need to bring the ship closer, she returned to her ship. Once she was inside her safe domain, her spider legs retracted to their alternate position on her back. She then walked on her main legs; and out of habit , proceeded to check on her trophies first . On her way to the storage room, she heard a noise outside . Was it a human ,or worse ,an autobot interloper? She returned to her spider form and scurried upside down on the ceiling as she made her way towards the source of the noise.

After having found an artifact, she was holding it safe in her purse. Following behind her was her bodyguard whom she was assigned to so she would stay protected while out in the middle east. She walked into the market area where tons of markets were lined up. Food, clothing, shoes, accessories and trinkets all set up in different little areas. She walked up to a food station, getting an apple and bowing to the man in charge. She took a bite of the apple and walked to a trinket station, looking around a bit. The woman there put a hand on Elena's which made her jump.

"I sense great evils coming soon... You must get out of here... Go home, go elsewhere... You aren't safe." She said, which caused her to step back and her guard to step in front of her. Unable to talk, she paced out of the market and leaned against a broken down wall, a hand on her chest.

"Evil..?" Elena asked herself.

"I'm sure it was nothing miss Elena, Just trying to spook a foreigner." The guard said in a reassuring tone.

"Yeah... yeah I bet..." she replied.

Quake, a maroon and grey tank started coming down the road running over anything in it's way be it people or stalls in the market. It was heading straight for Elena at full speed. People were screaming and running in panic, just as many died from being trampled to death or being pushed into the tank's way.

Once it was close to Elena it transformed and pointed his gun at the girl. He demanded she handed over the artifact.

((Heads up: Eeh perhaps you can keep control of the decepticons while I hold up my guys? Whatever you throw my way will land somewhere so don't worry :3))

"Contact down.. We got a couple more getting up for a fight." The radios reported after the roar of a tank shot sounded the area during the advance of Phillip's tank and the other tank. Someone from team red must have spotted something and jumped the gun, thankfully it was actually a bad guy. With the playing field between himself and the bad guys trying to make sure he was dead, the tank commander knew he had to act quick with both his orders and his trigger on the machine gun.

Ahead about a 800 meters was the drop zone he had been given coordinates to investigate. Unfortunately the bad guys had got there first. Time wasn't on his side and as a result he made a blitz instead of a rush for cover, confident the armor of their vehicles would be able to endure at least one hit from whatever these decepticons could dish out, but there was a chance he was wrong. "All teams are clear to engage. 1 is taking the spearhead with 2 about 50 meters to the right. "

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The inspection took a couple minutes as the man who went up to the wreck realized there was nothing that could endanger the small convoy in the car. He simply sighed with a sense of relief then returned to his own respective vehicle, and they were off again towards their target location. It was a slight disappointment, though.. Seems nothing big really happens in the green zone after all.

Minutes later and that all had changed when the two cars started rolling up towards the edge of town where the very few who were still on the street were scrambling for shelter to hide in. Both cars stopped and the occupants of the first one quickly got out as they observed their surroundings. Whatever was going on was happening at the market district, that's where they needed to be. Immediately, he began ordering his squad mates around, leaving two in the humvee behind, one in the car he just left, and the other two to follow him, making sure it was the AT soldier who and the medic who were not in the vehicles. The small three man team started up, while the others stayed behind. "Be advised, War Dog has some suspicious activity near sector 19.. Possible insurgency activity, over."

"War dog this is Goliath, you are clear to engage all hostiles in your newly marked AO. Air support is not available at this time. Stay safe." And the game was on.

They kept quiet with only whispers and the sounds of their gear clattering as they jogged down the road with weapons ready, coming to a halt at the corner of a building with the market around the corner. The sergeant held up a fist, and in response everyone who went with him stopped behind him before he carefully peeked around the corner. Then he saw it, some big huge thing with a decent amount of destruction surrounding him, it had to be the hostile. Once he got a good look at the situation, Konrad turned towards his men, speaking in a whisper. "Shifty, take the LAW, go into the apartment block across the street. Doc, you're sticking here 'til I say you can move up. Go ahead and tell the 50 cal to move up and take point while the unarmed MRAP follows behind. We'll need his MG." He instructed, and both soldiers nodded before they quickly broke away, the sergeant himself keeping concealed by moving from wooden stall to wooden stall as he carefully approached this mechanical beast. Konrad what the hell are you doing? Who knows what this thing could do?

Target had managed to find a damaged maintenance hatch along the hull of the ship. Using all the strength he could muster, he pulled the hatch open enough to let him through. As he entered, he had a nagging feeling that he was stepping into a trap. He held his blaster at the ready as he stood there for a few moments before pressing forward. As he walked, Target came upon a hallway intersection, leading to five different directions, including the one he just came from. He stood in the middle of the intersection to look down each way in which they went. So far, no sign of anyone or anything, this made him feel uncomfortable.

He decided to try to see how things were going outside, but upon activating his frequencies he could hear nothing but static. He groaned, plating on the ship must be too thick. Target picked a direction arbitrarily and made his way down it. His plan was simple, find the bridge and find out what happened with this ship that it'd be abandoned (or seemingly abandoned). If he find's a member of the crew, all the better. The Decepticon thought about the possibility of a fire-fight in the halls, with no cover he could easily hit his targets before they got too close for him to do anything about but it also made him more vulnerable, making him wish he had the open sky above his head again.

As he moved around a corner into a much larger hallway, he came across a door that caught his attention. He approached it and examined an odd web-like substance on it. He didn't have the correct equipment to scan what it was but figured that the room behind the door may be of interest. He tried the automatic function on the door to open it. It simply squealed at him in denial. He sighed as he tried to get it open manually, placing his blaster beside the door as he did so.

The two decepticons broke apart at the sound of canon fire.
" Great," Blitzwing growled out, " Now look. We've got company."
" Shut up," the other hissed, lifting a canon and firing off a round in the direction of the approaching squad.

Clutch went still at the sound of canon fire, the hiss and whir of plasma burning through the air. She began trying to adjust the signal of her pod. Her fingers tapped half wildly against the keys and the sirens stopped after a moment, and then the lights stopped flashing. That was something at least. There were no defense protocalls for these things. The pods were designed to get you into the atmosphere or out of danger quickly.

She could hear the cons returning fire and she began to hastily try to set things into a self destruct mode. To hell if she was going to let them get hold of her. She knew the sort of things Con's did. She tried the COMS. There was no reply from Optimus. Clutch felt something that could have been worry stir in her tanks as she continued trying to figure something out. If she got out there would be no chance in hell she'd be able to get away fast enough, not with the damage the cons had already dealt her. She'd bleed out before she got very far at all.

She let out a scream as the decepticon was now infront of her face, holding up what looked like a gun or something. The guard with her pulled out him gun and started to shoot at him, Elena then started to run away. She ran down the street, she was surprisingly fast too. She looked behind her to see what would probably be a dead guard and this...Thing on her ass soon. "help!" she yelled, not slowing down for even a second. "I need help! Please!" She yelled again, looking around for anyone. She didn't know what the decepticon wanted, was it the thing she just found? Why was the woman from the shop right? What was wrong with this place?

Quake didn't even bother to acknowledge the tiny meatbag shooting at him. He chased the girl and in doing so kicked the tiny meatbag shooting him straight into a building. What was left of that poor man's body resembled a corpse after falling from a very very tall building. They would have to scrape him off the wall.

"Stupid meatbag if you give it up now I will make sure you die fast and as painless as possible, otherwise prepare for months of agony as you are slowly tortured to death and you finally die no one will be able to tell the difference between you and that meatbag pancake on the wall back there."

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All the Cons in the area lay dead or moments from death. "Bulwark stay put Ratchet will be here shortly. Got fire over by the other pod. Time to kill some more Cons." He then called Ratchet and let him know of the change in situation. He transformed to flight mode. He raced towards the other pod when he found a group of tanks near it he transformed in front of them. "You will not be getting the Autobot in that pod." He started firing upon them.