Target put his hand to his chin in contemplation before responding to Airachnid, "We have a hidden base along the coast. They should be able to give you enough repairs to make your ship capable of orbit travel. Once in orbit, the autobots won't be able to down your vessel, making repairs from then on easier. However, the hidden base must be kept secret. The best way to do this is to distract the autobots with a possible prize that they'll be foolish to let it slide.
"However, I'll worry about those details. I'll give you the secure frequencies to the base." Target punched the nessesary frequencies into the console in front of him, "Wait until you see the autobots are busy with the distraction before sending an encrypted message. When the repairs are done, send a ping on my personal frequency to let me know it's time to leave. We'll then leave the battle area to our own extraction zone, and hopefully live to see another day." He didn't want to mention that, if all this fails and the cons at the hidden base deny her access, she'll have to abandon her vessel to the autobots. Hopefully, it wouldn't have to turn to that, he was interested to see what were exactly on the logs of this ship.
With that done, Target made his way out of the ship and transformed to get a better view of the battle-zone. As he flew over, he saw Ratchet helping one of the two autobots that practically destroyed his battle-group. He transformed into his robotic form, took a shot at Ratchet with an armour-piercing missle and transformed back into his aircraft form. He didn't even bother to see if he managed to get the hit off, it was simply a way to get their attention and hope they would be listening on the less protected decepticon frequencies. He opened up his comms to the remaining decepticons under his command, including those that appeared out of the woods, "Demolition team, what's taking so long?" He waited a few seconds before speaking back into the line, "Demo team, report!" He again waited a few seconds, knowing full well no demolition team was assigned to him. Cursing as he spoke again back onto the line, "All units, pull back to the jamming device, the insecticons will cover us until we complete our primary objective. We can't let the autobots have access to the large energon mine in that area!" There was no energon mine anywhere nearby, in fact, anyone who did a quick scan of the area would know there wasn't any there. But there was the possibility that a quick scan wouldn't pick up a deep energon mine, so it was unlikely the autobots will let this possible threat to a valuable resource slide.
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Blitzwing cowered behind a rock as the large autobot fired rounds at both him and the human tanks. He was all that was left of the few decepticons in this particular location, the other two that came to help, Trash and Grite, were obliterated by the autobot when he landed in the area. As he sat there, he received Target's transmission and seemed puzzled by what was being said. What was Target planning now? Another in-the-moment plan? The fool let this mission become a failure, what was he aiming to do now? Get them killed?
Before he could think about it any further, Blitzwing saw three insecticons above. Before the autobot could notice, they started firing upon him. Blitzwing took this as his time to pull back and see what Target had in mind. He bolted from cover, narrowly avoiding a tank shell as he ran, and left the mess behind him, heading strait for the destroyed jamming device to rally with what was left of the infiltration group.
Quake had a crazed look in his eyes as he saw the human continue to run, though not out of his aim. As he was squeezing the trigger, he felt a sharp pain in his arm that caused him to miss the young woman, the shot hitting the building down the block. He glanced at his right shoulder to see a sparking dent of exposed metal flesh, no longer protected by the hard armour of the mechanical beast. Quake looked around for the idiot who shot him, he had no intention to make life easy for that one. He saw a human soldier holding what seemed like a small smoking tube on his shoulder. Quake didn't care to shout his rage, he simply took aim at the human transgressor.