END GAME Part Four: THE MAW

[vectorianpolarity]

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?]]

Comments

[raceme]

[In a different place and movement Blur would have given him a hug but there was no time for that. Maybe once all if over, if both survive.]


Maybe you are right. But on the other side.... [Blur turns and fires the canon, making sure he's not hitting anybody. Again, the power of the recoil causes him to fly backwards but since he turned beforehand, he's propelled up the air.] ..extra speed?

[cliffjumper]

[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]

[Blurr's face breaks into a huge grin as well.] We just need to be really creative and aim properly! Shall we go?

[cliffjumper]

[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]

[Blurr makes an impressed face.] You do that, my friend. It looks amazing.

[Time to go and fight!]

[cliffjumper]

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]

[There's a brief nod before he gets ready. Time to take names and kick ass.]