"NOW DIVE!" yelled Topspin, swinging around the missiles and straight down towards Overkill. Swoop would soon follow, swinging around the other way. "MOVE, SLUDGE!" Sludge dived out of Overkill's radius. --- Undertow progressed to Hook's lab. "Need an arm, Doctor" he said. "What about me sir?" asks Half-Track. ---
"If you insist..He took the cane and beat me up with it, until I fell unconscious, young one. And well, if you will ask me, it was unfair..now, if it was a boxing match..then I think, that with my skills his backplate would've been beaten into the floor and he'd ask sorry for his actions..but I doubt, that he'll even try to do that - he's too proud of himself and his "seller's" skills. He's not a seller, he's a thief and a smuggler, and next time I'll not hesitate and say all, what I'm thinking about him." Check-Low sat on his knee and told Rumble his history. Then he stood up and asked him. "Say, where I can buy the cane here? After all, Swindle's not the only "merchant" here, am I right?"
Slit transformed to robot mode and pulled out his sword and blocking the flames. He started firing his back mounted cannons at Overkill whilst swinging his sword wildly at Overkill. Hook shrugged. "You need an arm? On the table. I need to find a replacement. Model 10 or 15? Both have Modified Mini guns." He started digging through the large pile of spare parts.
Cosmos swung away and the tracking missiles hit Overkill in the face. It was singed terribly now and an optic was cracked. "RAAAAAAH! THAT HURT!" He then shudders as Slits sword hits his open cut. "STOP THAT!" He tries next to bite Slit. ----- "Ohhh. Oh right! Okay I'll take you to wave now!" Rumble begins walking with Check-Low. "And why buy when you can make one in the workshop yourself? Am sure the Boss will let you have the materials ya need. No need to mess with Swindle if you don't have to. Guys a sleaze. Went all mushy on that crazy constructicon chick. It was gross."
Hook pulled out a 10B model. "Are you really going to ask me that when I'm the one fixing you right now?" Hook pulled out his medigun and activated it, focusing the beams on Undertow. Then he took the recently pulled arm model, and attatched it to the socket, before starting to weld it onto the main joint.
Topspin and Swoop unloaded their payloads on Overkill. "HOW WE SHRINK GRIMMY WANNABE?" asked Swoop. --- "Yes. You wouldn't like me to report you for malpractice, do you?" Undertow sighed.
Hook shook his head. "Malpractice? I had an S class ranking in Medical school, and I have fixed Things a lot more deadly than this. Hell, I had to fix Starscream at one point because of one of his stupid attempts to overthrow Megatron. And you know how Brutal Megatron was when serving punishments. Thank Primus I have a few less bots in the medbay now because of what's recently happened." He finished welding and amped up the medigun. After he had reinforced the arm's bracing, he turned off the Medigun. "There. Good as new." He turned around and started to unpack all of his belongings and medical tools.
Undertow flexed his new arm. "You are no Flatline..." He grabbed a nearby tool and crushed it. "But you will suffice for now." Undertow would leave the medical bay and return to his quarters to test his arm out with typing.
Thundercracker gives Skywarp a thumbs up "Now, Skywarp, key an optic out for the drone. Dreadwind, help me search for the main console." (( @Dropkick )) Hot Shot comms Ironhide "The room is empty." Grimlock jumps up to punch the face of the dino. Soundwave looks at Half-Track "Go to the training hall, I would like to see how you fair against the simulation sessions."
The drone entered one of the escape pod hatches, silently observing. --- "Yes sir!" Half-Track said, heading to the training hall.
Dreadwind was about to start walking when he tripped. "Dammit Skywarp! You teleported my foot under a power cord!"
"..Okay, it was very informative, thank you, young mister. Lead the way." Check-Low replied, as he followed the Rumble.
"Sure thing Thunder." Nods Skywarp. "So... what exactly are we looking for besides trouble?" He snickers at Dreadwind's misfortune. Rumble grins at the praise and happily leads him to the hangar. "Hey Wave! The dead guy isn't dead! Look!" He points to Check-Low for emphasis.
Scavenger tapped some buttons on the camera, causing the holomatter Bonecrusher to vanish. He glanced around and, seeing that nobody seemed to notice nor care, rushed back to his lab. Revun snapped out of his thoughts about killing being completely loyal to Starscream. "Apologies, sir. What were you asking?" "That works!" Motormaster started driving towards the opening. "What now?!" Motormaster grumbled, slowing down but not stopping. --- Springer fired at Overkill, attempting to provide air support. Fort Max did the same from the ground.
"We are trying to get any info we can." Thundercracker says as he looks around to find... (( @Devaron9 )) Soundwave nods "Good... now I need to speak with him." Blackwing lands "Motormaster, it seems that Shockwave may have some more valuable resources deeper into the station, though he has them guarded. Would you like the reap the reward?"
Motormaster considers this- his trailer was only about 2/3 full, still plenty of room for more goods. "Fine. But you need to scout ahead and watch my back- I can't transform with all this cargo." "We have to go BACK into the organic infested hell-ship?!" Dragstrip exclaimed. "If you don't then that Red Energon in your systems will be all you have to run on for the next five Stellar Cycles." Dragstrip growled. "FINE."
((@Dropkick @fafireguy @Devaron9 )) As Ironhide joined in by firing into the billowing fire mouth with his freeze gun he noticed something sparking on Overkill's neck armor.... a chink in his tough hide! He coms his mechs. "Try and aim for the neck! He's got a chink there!" He then hears Hot Shot's report. "Did you explore all the bunker or just the immediate room? There's no way this dino was guarding nothing. He's fighting too hard." Said Overkill tried to crick his neck to bite Grimlock for punching him. "Graaaaaah *COUGH*!" Fort Max's heavy artillery was exhausting him and Ironhide's spray was making him gag!
"Well, Mr. Wave, you saw, what happened here...what can you tell me about this place and what I can do here, while I'm recovering from this trauma?" Check-Low asked, looking at Soundwave closely.. ((@fafireguy))
Springer swung around to get a better angle at the giant dino's neck. Fort Max, meanwhile, kept up his assault.
