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re_alignment2014-08-02 01:32 am
vectorianpolarity) wrote in re_alignment2014-08-02 01:32 am
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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?]]
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?]]
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[Hot Rod slashes at passing debris that comes dangerously close as he echoes Vector Prime's command, turning to retreat. He keeps an eye out for anyone that might be floundering against the vacuum of Unicron.]
(LOL tossing in right before bed...will reply tomorrow O.O)
[Valiant as he is, Deckard is just SO FAR OUT of his element with all of this that it'd be pathetically comical under any less dire circumstances. HALP??]
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[The Autobot swings his other arm back, light glowing in the form of a lasso as he hurls it towards Deckard.]
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[That's part acknowledgment, part relief, and part OMG as he dives for the lasso, praying it's more solid than it looks as he catches on, looping it over his head and shoulders.]
Hot Rod, what's going on!?
gfaeo;efjjf ROFL THAT FACE
Once he's got it secured around him, Hot Rod hauls it towards him as he tries to get them out of Unicron's range.]
-everything! This guy munches moons and planets- I don't think I wanna find out what happens to everything, and I'll bet you don't either!
LMFAO you should see the ep it's from! XD
Preferrably not, no. <i>[He clings to Hot Rod as he's reeled in close enough.]</i> Kamitachi-sama, what do we do now? How do we fight this!? <i>[He won't give up yet, but he's at a complete loss.]</i>
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Believe me, I wish I had an easy answer to that.
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babybotBrave Policeman is clinging a little /too/ hard, perhaps he can be forgiven. He's realizing - again - just how deep over his head he is with this one.][But he's still a leader. Not of anyone here, but that doesn't change his way of thinking, which at heart is how to protect as many of those around him as he can.]
We need to regroup! Fall back and rethink our strategy. [He looks around as best he can.] Where's Prima-sama?
[The Firstforged know best what to do . . . r-right?]
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We can't do anything until we're out of range from this thing! -whoa, hang on!
[He lashes out with a light-made sword at a passing drone that comes dangerously close to colliding with them.]