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Vector Prime ([personal profile] vectorianpolarity) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment2014-08-02 01:32 am

END GAME Part Four: THE MAW

The view from the sky is - for lack of any other word - chaotic, with fully half the wide field of view dominated by either the vast orange spires or the maw-filled void of the Lambda. Small, flying shadow-drones cloud the area, traveling in swarms and converging on the attackers. To the First Forged, they are nothing more than an annoyance and - more importantly, a distraction to the swift Primes, who are apparently attempting to converge on the attacking world.

Both Prima and Vector flit through the air with ease, though even their sibling-leader cannot best Vector in his home domain of the sky. Where Vector dodges, distracts, and teleports his enemies - away, or even into each other - Prima carves, cleaving his way through groups of fiends, doggedly charging his way across the sky-bound battlefield.

"To me, my fighters! We must take the battle to our foe - even if it means joining the fight in the air!"

Prima roars, sword singing as he grimly makes his way toward Unicron's outer-reaches.

"Use your gifts and join in our final, greatest fight for the destiny this world - and ourselves!"

Prima leads the charge, and with a gesture, Vector teleports his brother ahead to meet the next wave. Before stepping through the portal to follow, Vector addresses the network:

"...And those of you without the gift of flight - meet at the following coordinates down below. This is a problem easily remedied."

The location pings down directly below the Lambda and the sky-battle, and Vector Prime vanishes to rejoin the fight.


[[All those who join this fight are granted temporary boons of flight from Vector, via a acolyte stationed on the ground below, handing out tiny glyphed cyber-keys; those who already have said ability will find their control has increased tenfold. Vector's glyphed handle it best, achieving true flight; for anyone else, it is simply a lot like being able to run or drive in the third-dimension. Not even a speed boost, just running through space. Vroom-vroom?]]
cliffjumper: (strangest thing ever)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-08-12 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Staring, Cliffjumper bursts out laughing after that quiet moment of stunned staring, shaking his helm as he drifts up after Blurr - still slow, but with far more control than he had at the beginning.]

That's one way to use it, and not a bad one either! Especially if ya can hit somethin' with it... [He looks around and snorts.] Which shouldn't be too big of an issue, considerin'.
raceme: (Smirk)

[personal profile] raceme 2014-08-12 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blurr's face breaks into a huge grin as well.] We just need to be really creative and aim properly! Shall we go?
cliffjumper: (grin - sure let's go)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-08-13 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
[He grins at that as well.]

Huh, yeah, we do. And if they get close, well I guess I get to try out this mace Hot Rod gave me. [He pulls out the mace in question, too large for him, but then it'd be perfectly sized for someone of average height.]
raceme: (High as a kite)

[personal profile] raceme 2014-08-13 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blurr makes an impressed face.] You do that, my friend. It looks amazing.

[Time to go and fight!]
cliffjumper: (reasonable - next comes the gun)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-08-14 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
Not my preferred type of weapon, but it might come in handy.

[He chuckles briefly at Blurr's expression, then takes a deeper vent than normal and nods, pulling out a second gun as he hefts the mace against his shoulders.]

Time to go, I guess.
raceme: (Smile - calmly pleased)

[personal profile] raceme 2014-08-16 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a brief nod before he gets ready. Time to take names and kick ass.]