Bringing the Kaiju to Heel

Log Title: Bringing the Kaiju to Heel

Characters: Blast Off , Deathsaurus , Goth , Hellbat , Primus Pilus , Slugfest , Sideswipe , Dust Devil

Location: Scrapyards - Southwest Sector of Cybertron

Date: June 3, 2022

Summary: Primus Pilus calls Deathsaurus out for so many things the Destron Commander has done and 'negotiations', Decepticon-Style, happen.

As logged by Primus Pilus

Scrapyards - Southwest Sector of Cybertron[]

The Scrapyards are a 400-thousand-mile salvage yard of broken and mangled parts and the results of war from both sides. A nice place to live if you don't mind the retrorats.

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "Another cycles end, another bleating, whining, mewling excuse. What is your excuse this time, Deathsaurus?"

<< irc.dal.net >> <Maat> Well that doesn't sound good

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "What'd I do?"

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "This better be important. I'm getting ready to go drinking."

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "Do you want the litany of sins against the empire? I can accommodate."

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "We can begin with consorting with -traitors- and work our way down to being a mewling quim of a mech hiding behind his conjunx' proverbial skirts rather than stepping up and honoring his contracts."

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "Hey I'm usually the one cleaning up your empire's mess."

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "But if you want to renegotiate our contract, I can always meet you face to face."

<< irc.dal.net >> <Cybertronian Babysitter> looks like I got a hot date tonight.

<< irc.dal.net >> <Cybertronian Babysitter> someones going to be on fire thats for sure.

[ Destron ] Esmeral says, "I'm moving the children to the Arcadia."

[ Destron ] Deathsaurus says, "Good my love. make sure they are safe."

[ Destron ] Deathsaurus says, "we knew this day was coming. just not this soon"

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "So you say - all the while building up your own forces. I've seen your kind before, spouting off about their oh so noble -honor- but when push comes to shove, and this is me /shoving/, they retreat, broken mechs crying to the skies about the unfairness of life."

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "I've given you chance and chance again, Deathsaurus. Now we negotiate on my terms."

<< irc.dal.net >> <Orion> Be careful out there.

<< irc.dal.net >> <Cybertronian Babysitter> I don't have to be careful. It's just Megatron.

<< irc.dal.net >> <Maat> ...

<< irc.dal.net >> <Legionaire> Only.

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "My honor is not to be questioned. My forces are my own. They are not yours to command."

[ Destron ] Esmeral says, "then I'll help Leozak and Lyzak ready Polyhex in case.. it's needed."

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "Your forces are -mine-. Your city is -mine-. Your bases are -mine-. Everything you hold dear is only 'yours' because I have allowed it to be so!"

<< Broadband >> Hellbat says, "We have fulfilled the terms of our contract as it was laid out and we have kept up with it as we are obligated to."

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "Are you laying claim to my empire? Because if you are... then our contract is forfeit."

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "Tell your master to shove it in his tailpipe. If you know what's good for you, you will not threaten what is mine."

<<Decepticon>> Primus Pilus says, "Empire of.. what.. exactly? Refugees? Were it not for me and mine, you'd be a handful of animals scavenging the wastelands, beating your chests in expressions of false dominance. Come to me, Deathsaurus - let's negotiate."

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "Empire of.. what.. exactly? Refugees? Were it not for me and mine, you'd be a handful of animals scavenging the wastelands, beating your chests in expressions of false dominance. Come to me, Deathsaurus - let's negotiate."

<<Decepticon>> Deathsaurus says, "Alright. Where to? I'm ready to meet you on whatever field you wish."

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "And this time, no traitor to hide behind."

<<Decepticon>> Primus Pilus says, "Scrapyards"

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "Very well. Name the place. I hide behind no one. Oh good. Scrapyards. There won't be far to take you when we're done."

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "And shut your vocoder, Hellbat. you're one step below Starscream in the grand scheme of things. At least he isn't a complete coward."

<< irc.dal.net >> <Orion> IS it?

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "Then, let's up the ante Lord Megatron."

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "If you lose, your empire is mine."

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "Please - you can't lead roboants to a picnic, Deathsaurus."

<< Broadband >> Hellbat says, "By reputation, Primus Pilus, if you are whom you claim to be, then by your own standards.."

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "Ah, but I can lead Destrons to Victory."

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "I thought Vos was next on your list? You like Starscream leading your troops that much?"

Primus Pilus is standing in an odd area of the scrapyards. It appears to be a place that is more or less cleared down to the planets rusty surface plate for this area. There is little to nothing to hide in or behind for thousands of yards, as if purposefully arranged. Pilus stands there, smirking, sanguine optics slit as he issues words, teasing, taunting across the broadband, wide smirk growing.

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "Show up or forfeit"

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "Or is honor another thing you hide behind like you do your -wife-."

[ Destron ] Deathsaurus says, "He's mine."

<< irc.dal.net >> <Voidwalker> uh oh..

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "At least she had the bearings to come speak to me face to face when she arrived, knowing her place."

<< irc.dal.net >> <Voidwalker> he's really asking to get punched..

Deathsaurus flies into the area, like the big majestic kaiju dragon he is. He lands on the other side of the scrapyard arena, wings spread wide in a show of power. "I've come to negotiate. Or battle, whichever you choose.' He says.

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "And -yours- as a failed commander."

<< irc.dal.net >> <Voidwalker> never invoke dueling Kaiju's

<< irc.dal.net >> <Cybertronian Babysitter> I know I'm gonna smack him one moment.

Flying along at high speed comes Hellbat, rocketing through the air over as he would loop about. As he listens over to the broadcast channel the flying Destron twitches and has to shut down some of his external systems to avoid shrieking. He's going to transform as Deathsaurus goes to a landing and take a position a few hundred meters away. He has his weapons up and ready and powered up, but they're not pointed at anyone. Firm discipline keeps him under control as he keeps his systems on standby. Twitching and speaking to himself in profane terminology.

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "Well it's not like you couldn't have called me to speak face to face. Unless this is how ya do it. With insults. As far as harboring traitors. My team is my own. I hear you're recently hiding behind someone green tentacles as well."

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "You should know better than to listen to rumors and lies, Deathsaurus. Like the words of your traitor-friend."

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "Any and all of them."

[ Destron ] Hellbat says, "My Lord, this is an ambush!"

[ Destron ] Deathsaurus says, "Then it will be his last!"

Goth is currently invisible to the nekkid optic, mashed well in plane sight as he soon joins up to remain in Des's shadow like the ever present one he is to ensure the safe retrieval of Des, and, well, to keep Megatron from almost killing him, again.. Given what he's heard about Stanix, he feels Des might have bitten off more then he could chew.. But he wont ever say that aloud.

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "Alright, enough of the banter. Shall we do this gladiatorial style, one on one no interferences or would you prefer all out brawl?"

Primus Pilus makes much of inspecting one hand, then the other as the sounds of arrivals echo across the desolate, destroyed expanse of planet. He turns, slowly looking up, watching as the kaiju flies in, that smirk spreading like a cancerous growth across his craggy features. "So you arrive. You, me, a little re-negotiation."

Hellbat goes to keep his weapons up and over, armed but not aimed at anyone. Goth's position is met with slow acknowledgment as Hellbat goes to keep himself separated by several hundred meters. Then he goes to speak along the tightbeam to the Destron scientist. << As best you can sweep the area for any surprises. I'm sure that there will be numerous assassins present or traps about. >>

Blast Off comes flying into the area as well, thrusters sending him swiftly towards the scrapyards in question. He's heard the taunts over the broadband and decided to come see for himself what this is about. Not to mention, this should result in more information for both Onslaught and Starscream. However, that little twinge of fear.... no, no, it's not fear, of course not, he's got nothing to fear. He will stay out of Megatron's... er, the *want to be* Megatron's way and simply gather information, totally cool and calm, and Megatron will (hopefully) not notice he's even here. Yes.

And... that's why Blast Off's flying down before he even actually *arrives* at the scrapyards and walks the final distance on rocket foot, all the better not to make too much of an entrance, or be noticed all that much. When he does get to the scene, he carefully approaches, still keeping distance (and physical objects) between himself and this Primus Pilas fellow. Totally a precaution, is all. *ahem*

[ Destron ] Deathsaurus says, "Keep. Them. Safe. I'll distract him. Keep the others safe. If I fall. Do what is necessary to survive."

[ Destron ] Goth says, "Don't.. talk like that"

[ Destron ] Hellbat says, "This is not a duel."

"<< Oh I am well aware. >>" Goth radios as he keeps himself alert and listening for anyone else skulking in the shadows, and keeping near enough to grab Des or interfere should something go wrong... Bothers, Parent and adopted child, one could pick, but all where right in these circumstance as Goth prepares to have to rescue Des and defend him should things go too far... He keeps his movements quite as he keeps himself cloaked in the area.

Deathsaurus folds his wings, rising his head against the bellow of the fodder-maker. "So. I hear you had a incident with glitter. But seriously, we should talk about the contract."

[ Destron ] Goth says, "I will honor it till it is clear he will attempt to go for a kill."

[ Destron ] Deathsaurus says, "we must be prepared. The empire is what's important."

[ Destron ] Goth says, "Don't. Talk. Like. That."

[ Destron ] Deathsaurus says, "Goth, listen to me. we must be prepared. we knew this was coming."

Primus Pilus's optics narrow a tiny bit before he lets out a growled chuckle. "Yes. You and I, alone, should -talk- about this contract you constantly refer to. Words spoken in your time of need and yet you, when it comes down to it, continue to defy me and mine. Time and time again, Deathsaurus you open your vocoder and spout off on how you're such a great leader. Then go soak yourself in engex like the filthy pirate you really are." He doesn't mince words, not exactly as while he's speaking, those violet biolights glow against the space-grey of his frame.

"Come on then, You and me, let's -talk-." Megatron raises his right hand, waving fingers at those creeping in and skirting the edges, "And if there is any interference, well.. I won't be as lenient as I was the -last time-." Sanguine optics tracking to Hellbat before fixing on Deathsaurus once more. That smirk slides to a malevolent grin and those waving fingers form into a fist, just before that arm-mounted armature spits forth a rapid staccato of heavy laser fire.

>> Primus Pilus critically strikes Deathsaurus with Heavy Laser <High>! <<

Deathsaurus blinks "Filthy pirate...why thank you!" And then the lasers fire, hitting the side of his wings. "Right. I've suffered your return too long. Go back to Liege Maximo and tell him his rebuilds suck slag." with that, he belches out flame like the dragon he is.

>> Deathsaurus strikes Primus Pilus with Flame Breath <Medium>. <<

[ Destron ] Goth says, "STOP HOLDING BACK DAMNIT!"

[ Destron ] Hellbat says, "Show him your wrath! This is not a battle for honor, but one for life and death! The existence of our Empire is not at stake. Fight on and withdraw if you must!"

[ Destron ] Hellbat says, "Stop engaging him like a waddling protoform!"

[ Destron ] Esmeral says, "Des! Show him who you are!"

Goth keeps near and watches, knitting his brows as Des is struck in a nasty spot, but he remains on guard in his cloaked form, watching, and waiting.

The sudden shot does not necessarily catch Hellbat by surprise. The sheer firepower that it has does, however. He goes to snap his weapons up at full charge.. But then lowers them. Attempting to talk Deathsaurus out of something like this is near impossible and won't happen. He swears. He would mutter, it being no doubt audible to Goth as the melee went on, "That imbecile is letting himself be played like a sparkling."

Blast Off flinches slightly as Pilas' weapon fires and he makes extra sure he's got cover before peering around again at the scene before him. Not cowardly, mind you, just.... taking sensible precautions. Yes. The shuttleformer frowns behind his faceplate, fists tightening as he awaits Des's response. And there it goes. The Combaticon has no intention of joining the battle, only watching, so that's exactly what he does.

Primus Pilus twists, displaying an agility at odds with his immense mass and weight rating as he fires, turning on the heel of a foot. "Ahh only you would read into that a compliment." He brings his arm up, a shield forming from plating that takes the impact of the fire, bubbling and crisping as the flames lick around it to further darken his form. "And I've suffered your foolishness for too long. Like any who fail me, like all who oppose, defy me, you will learn, or you will perish along with those that foolishly follow you." From behind the shield his armament cycles before he lowers the shield and lets loose with a cycle of rounds, laser, uranium slug, laser again in a rapidfire pattern designed to batter and breech the heaviest of plating. "Bow, Deathsaurus, or be broken."

>> Primus Pilus strikes Deathsaurus with Rapidfire <Medium>. <<

A tiny stego scampers to the scrapyards to see the spectacle! He noses into someone's leg as he tries to get a good view.

Deathsaurus sees Primus Pilus is not only ready to fight, but knows how to breech the plating of a large opponent. As a gladiator. In an arena. He thinks to himself perhaps he bit off more than he can chew. He shakes his head, transforming, energon flail in hand "Leave them out of this. It's between you and me, Lord Megatron." he snarls. "You know you cannot defeat me in honorable combat. Just because your honor has fallen doesn't mean mine has." with that he swings his mace at the Decepticon Emperor of Destruction.

The navy and white dragon shifts into the root form of Deathsaurus!

>> Deathsaurus strikes Primus Pilus with Flail. <<

[ Destron ] Deathsaurus says, "he's good. maybe...too good."

[ Destron ] Hellbat says, "Then withdraw to polyhex."

[ Destron ] Hellbat says, "This is not an honor duel, do not stay here till your demise."

[ Destron ] Goth says, "..You need only say the word, and you /know/ what I'll do."

Goth frowns and whispers to Des's radio "<< You need to play much harder, do not hold back, for he is not.. you are in a life and death situation here Mi amigo... Remember, he has destroyed Stanix, and murdered hundreds, if not thousands in that day. >>" he whispers as he keeps hidden, mentally preparing himself for what violence may come his way should a emergency rescue may be necessary, as well as how to hopefully, avoid it, as he'd been strangely lucky so far, but he knows just how that luck can run out...

Tensing at the sudden exchange of firepower, Hellbat would clench his fists together. This battle is going messily one sided. And it's clear who's side it's on. He moves to keep his weapons online and not aimed << Have focus. Don't let him manipulate you. >> This is sent in a tightbeam as he goes to then send to Goth angrily over. << This isn't an honor duel, it's an ambush. I will respond accordingly. >>

Blast Off has no idea Goth is in the area, but he glimpses Hellbat as a fellow spectator. Before he can decide to do much, however, something noses his leg, sending the shuttle to jump up with an "ah!". Blast Off then turns and looks and... "Oh. It's YOU." He *huffs* at Slugfest, mostly annoyed at himself for startling like that, and vents a deep 'breath' before turning back to watch the fight. "Don't sneak UP on people like that!" Mumbling something about *giving people spark attacks*, he shakes his head and returns to spectating. "This is serious. Now hush, we don't need to attract attention to ourselves." Glancing down to Slugfest, he asks, "Does this mean Soundwave's here, too?"

Primus Pilus lets out a laugh as his shot strikes, twisting back for another spiel of words, "Honor honor honor honor. All I hear is the bleating of a mech who has nothing but words." As Deathsaurus transforms, his smile widens, "Yes.. Yes come to me and meet your master." He lunges forward, that blistered and now flail-broken shield shifting and twisting, reforming into an energy-sword as he lashes out at Deathsaurus, "You will -learn- or you will die."

>> Primus Pilus strikes Deathsaurus with Energy-Sword. <<

Deathsaurus takes the sword to his side, causing it to spark rather violently. He raises his own sword. "I think not. Fall before the might of Deathsaurus!" Oh that kaiju rage is boiling. Let's see if it's enough to help him return the damage.

>> Deathsaurus misses Primus Pilus with Slash. <<

[ Destron ] Deathsaurus says, "I can do this."

[ Destron ] Goth says, "You better, your readings are giving me a spark attack"

[ Destron ] Deathsaurus says, "I have this. For Esmeral. For Solon. For Mothra. For the Destron Empire. I will destroy him."

"<< Good, then follow my lead should things go awry. >>" Goth snarls back to Hellbat, not up for shenanigan's tonight, this was NOT on his list of things to deal with tonight, then again, when is it ever... He keeps his optics on both opponents' damage readings closely as he calculates his movement...

Goth also realizes, Des has likely realized his mistake, but it is too late... Give then way he's talking, Goth's ears fold against his helm, as he doesn't approve of that kind of talk, that and only plays into some semblance of his own past trauma that he does NOT approve of.

Des was /NOT/ going to die, he was here to make sure of that, he was /not/ going to fail, even if Des lost, he was not going to lose another to this monster.. He wasn't.. Or at least that is what he was trying to convince himself of, but as Des's levels get lower, and lower, anxiety and fear is starting to mount as by his voice on the Destron channel and radios, he tries hard to keep his claws from digging into the ground below him.

This is not a battle of Titans. It is between a lunatic and a berserker. That no matter, the exchange in raw power is falling to that of the lunatic. As it goes on, Hellbat tenses further, going to ready his weapons, them up and pointed.. Then he goes to hiss and snap in rage. Comments going over the channel of the pirates as his weapons are up and out now and fully charged. pointed.. But not at anyone.

<< irc.dal.net >> <<Whirlwind>> Soooo anythin interstin going on

Blast Off is watching too, watching as Des is getting thrashed. The shuttleformer rolls his shoulders back, attempting not to get too twitchy here. That simply wouldn't do. He must remain a neutral observer. And certainly, not think about about he may soon have to flee for his life or something. Maybe this 'Megatron' will be forgiving... And then he watches another blow landed upon the great space dragon and thinks that is probably stretching it. Nah, they're probably all gonna die. The shuttle steps back, then grits his dentae and forces himself to keep watching. His fingers twitch as he almost radios Des, urging him to leave, but.... that's not his place. Fighters gonna fight, and this is a matter of honor. Something the shuttle can understand, at the very least. It's in a lot of those romance novels he totally doesn't read, *cough*.

<< irc.dal.net >> <Cybertronian Babysitter> Sorry full concentration here

<< irc.dal.net >> <Cybertronian Babysitter> <disconnects>

<< irc.dal.net >> <<Whirlwind>> that doesn't sound good

Primus Pilus brings his sword up and lets Des's own blade slide off of it like it were water. "Yes yes yes, I hear you speaking. But it's the same.." he parries, sweeping his blade across, "damn idiocy." His optics brighten as those arranged around move and pay attention. "You will be brought to heel, Deathsaurus. You continue to sing the praises of the beast that you are, you will be brought.. to heel!" Those bold words spat out like pearls of wisdom granted with largesse and might as he swings his cannon arm and strikes out at the Destron Commander with it.

>> Primus Pilus critically strikes Deathsaurus with Cannon Clobber! <<

Deathsaurus is overcome by injuries, losing consciousness.

"No thinks so," Slugfest says to Blast Off, "Am here by self."

Deathsaurus is struck HARD in the head, caving in more than half of his helm. His left optic shatters from the punch. He ends up falling to one knee, head sparking badly. He tries to stand, growling something unintelligible, before collapsing face first to the ground. This is probably the most brutal of Des's beatdowns by Megatron. Quick and savage.

[ Destron ] Hellbat says, "... Fool"

[ Destron ] Hellbat says, "... As the commanding officer present, I am taking charge."

<<Decepticon>> Deathsaurus says, "<disconnects>"

<< Broadband >> Deathsaurus says, "<Disconnects>"

Hellbat is moving along swiftly towards Deathsaurus and Primus Pilus, his weapons up and out now as they're fully charged, "This is no honor duel. By his actions he has forfeit.." There's a twist of his faceplate over as he moves to advance over with his weapon charged up fully and pointed. Weapons aimed and over. Pointed at the smoldering body of Deathsaurus, "We are under no obligation to honor his -defeat-. This was no honor duel."

"We retain our freedom to act."

Goth's optics narrow and he quickly moves into action, putting himself next to Des and near Megatron, should Megatron come near or attempt to offline Des, Goth was ready to hold the slagger in place for Hellbat to grab Deathsaurus, but he does not yet drop his cloak, fangs bared and fur standing up.

[ Destron ] Goth snarls.

[ Destron ] Hellbat says, "Do as I -say-. I am the ranking officer present and SECOND in the absence of LeoZak. Since he is not here, I reign."

[ Destron ] Goth says, "quit blathering and /order/ something then."

Blast Off does flinch this time. He can't help it. The shuttle stares at the smoking pile of what WAS Deathsaurus and.... does nothing. What can he do? At this point, not much except get himself killed too. Wing elevons twitch as he stares, then blinks and almost groggily looks down at Slugfest. "Uh..." Um. "I...I see." He answers, voice hushed. "I..." Should he DO something? His thoughts drift to little Mothra, but then... wait there's Hellbat taking action. The shuttle peers back around, optics pale. What the frag.... ? "He's going to get himself killed," he informs Slugfest.

[ Destron ] Esmeral says, "What. has happened. What is going on?"

[ Destron ] Goth says, "Des picked a fight with Pilus, lost, now he's attempting to claim all of the destrons"

[ Destron ] Goth says, "they said they where renegotiating but -grr- said nothing, I am waiting to attempt to extract Des."

[ Destron ] Esmeral says, "Combat -is- negotiation."

Primus Pilus's cannon-arm slams into Deathsaurus sending the Destron to the ground. He steps closer, sanguine optics taking in Hellbat's rush to protest about this not being an 'honor' dual. "What? We fought, one to one. in the only -arbitration- that matters. Him, and me. He fell. He.. is mine. You all are mine, now." He steps closer, moving to rest a foot on the back of Des. "Act like a beast, be brought to heel like one. If any of you disagree.. Well, you're more than welcome to enter -negotiations- with me as well." His systems power up, shoulder launcher, shoulder cannon pivoting into place. "Do not -test- me, Destron. ALL of you were witness, we fought, single combat. He lost."

Deathsaurus sparks roughly as Primus Pilus steps on his neck, causing energon to flow from his fresh wound. He makes a semi conscious grunt. "Lost. Sub..mmmm.." He sparks unable to finish his sentence, his vocalizer crushed roughly into Primus Pilus's heel. "Fairly. He...ugh..." his optics flicker and start to darken.

Goth's optics go from green to red, fangs bared as he fights to keep his voice non-existent to keep from giving away his location, but ooh does his fangs and claws wish to sink themselves into the massive brute in front of him that basically threw him away while crying 'traitor' the whole way... The urge growing harder and harder the massive amount of restraint he was showing was shocking, too bad no one could see it.

[ Destron ] Esmeral says, "Did my fool of a conjunx enter in single combat and lose?"

[ Destron ] Goth says, "Si."

[ Destron ] Esmeral says, "... frag"

[ Destron ] Goth says, "...Fairness he also used you as an insult"

[ Destron ] Hellbat says, "This is no duel nor negotiation."

[ Destron ] Deathsaurus says, "challen. los.. protec.. arca.."

Hellbat goes to calmly look over at the collapsed, ashen body of Deathsaurus, weapons aimed over at it. "he is a bloated imbecile that let his rage control him and command him to go above and beyond." His weapons calmly aimed over at his fallen 'Lord' over. "He has eternally mocked me for my position. It is entirely my -right-.." Hellbat is sneering, on the verge of declaring himself ruler right then and there, to take charge. "He has fallen by virtue of his own flaws." His weapons aimed over at Deathsaurus. Something settling to him as the conversation goes on as he comes to some sort of conclusion.

"But.. he is my friend. He took me in when no others would. This is no honor duel. This is an ambush and he was ready to sacrifice himself for the rest of us." Hellbat calmly goes to point his weapons up and over at Primus Pilus, and he goes simply.

"Goth. Take him and run." Weapons pointed up and over at Primus Pilus.

"Fly you fools, FLEE!" Going to put himself to the point where Hellbat can hopefully keep the optics of the Emperor of Destruction on him.

Hellbat is not Leozak. He is not the heroic Deathcobra.

Hellbat is merely a self-serving coward and a fool. Primus Pilus may have won this fight.

But scheming Hellbat shall be the one to at least play it out one more time.

>> Hellbat misses Primus Pilus with Laser. <<

[ Destron ] Esmeral says, "And? Hellbat, My Des went into a single combat against the mech who claims our contract.. And lost. Do you think he would disregard his honor? Combat is.. a negotiation in and of itself."

Blast Off watches as Megatron struts- and threatens. The shuttle's fists clench tighter and for the first time, as Megatron informs Hellbat they "belong to him now".... the Combaticon feels anger pushing through the fear. He doesn't BELONG to this mech. Free will... the thing Megatron denied the Combaticons, and is still trying to deny them- and everyone else- now.

Blast Off struggles a moment, standing in place, then pinches the bridge of his nose briefly. "We- we should not fight, not yet. We... we need backup, Slugfest, obviously." He might take on Megatron if his entire team was here as Bruticus- but alone, even Blast Off knows the fight would not go well for him. He looks up as Hellbat speaks, optics flickering in surprise. And the mention of Goth? "Hm?" He looks around... is Goth here, cloaked, too? "Uh..." The Combaticon remains mostly frozen in place, indecisive, watching from behind the pile of trash. At this point, it seems anything may go, and he'd rather see it coming first. Though Hellbat's rash actions have him tempted to fly but... but not quite yet. No one's seen him, at least!

Slugfest eeees in a voice so high-pitched it's barely audible. He crouches next to Blast Off, curling his tail around him, hoping to stay inconspicuous.

[ Destron ] Hellbat says, "I am a treacherous beast, liar, and taker of opportunities whenever they come."

[ Destron ] Hellbat says, "A schemer and manipulator."

Primus Pilus sneers down at the Destron Commander, watching him struggle to speak. "Yes, submit. The negotiations were in /my/ favor. NO more talk of -contracts-. You will become Decepticons, Destrons as your little battalion can remain as a specialized title. Pirates, thieves, and cunning warriors you all are. But you are now -mine-."

And then Hellbat steps up, speaks, spouting off words of warning. In those words, he gives away that there is much more here than is visible, namely speaking Goth's name before he attempts to attack the Decepticon Commander. The laser slides across his frame, leaving naught a mark as he laughs, "Oh.. Oh Hellbat..." he croons, optics brightening.

Those weapons emplacements built into his frame all power on.. and all begin a rapidfire widespread offering of utter destruction centered on himself..

Oh... and Des... And Hellbat. It's a tornadic hellfire of utter Devastation spiraling outwards in flames of war with Pilus laughing all the while.

>> Primus Pilus attacks Goth, and Hellbat with Devastation, striking Hellbat, and Goth. <<

Blast Off's optics widen as Hellbat pays the price for his insolence. "<< Goth? >>" He throws out a radio inquiry, just in case the bat IS here. "<< Goth?! >>" He edges away, closer to Slugfest, pondering grabbing the cassette and blasting off right then and there. Don't panic, don't panic. "Stay close, Slugfest... We may be leaving in a hurry."

But... but... Des. And Goth! ...Sorry Hellbat, he doesn't know you that well! "<< Goth, are you here? >>" The shuttle hovers on flight and fight... well Ok not fight, but possibly rescue if the opportunity arises.

[ Destron ] Esmeral says, "We all are in our own ways, Hellbat."

Slugfest stares up at Blast Off, putting little front feets on Blast Off's legs so he can be picked up.

Hellbat's bravery only goes so far. It has been tested even as he tried to stand up. Tried to stand up and failed as with so many other things. The detonation sends him flying away to hit the ground hard, skidding away several dozen meters and rolling over and landing brutally and hard. He would just be flung over, systems seizing up and twitching. His spark is in terror. He wants to flee and move..

Not that he can do either.

[ Destron ] Goth says, "Hellbat, you idiot."

Goth hisses, fragging Hellbat giving away that he's here! A large opportunity of the surprise lost as now Megatron will be looking for the cloaked bat! he now brings up Hellbat's health-readings, despite the idiot now putting them all in danger.

Goth moves quickly and his back feet clamp onto Des's collar as he lifts the Kaiju's frame, spark-pulse in his ears as fear and anger collide the next, nothing.. nothing but the feel of fire... Then horrible pain, he's still up, somehow, and he gets Blast Off's radio. << S...Si >> he struggles to Radio.

There's a snap a crackle and Goth's cloak drops, he is HORRIBLY damaged, energon leaking from a nasty melted fire wound from where he moved to get over Des and take some of the damage off his fallen frame, but in the process, taking a lot himself.. Skeletal base showing, he looks like a true undead with his green optics... He's not letting Megatron take Des though.

"<< Forgive me.. >>" Goth murmurs softly as he laps up some of Des's energon, he merely needs to get enough strength to get himself up to take the two and RUN.. In doing this, his frame struggles, but slowly regenerates over some of his wounds.

>> Goth takes a step back and starts to put his pieces back together. <<

>> Goth quickly patches himself back up. <<

Goth suddenly appears with a slight whisper of sound.

Goth sends a radio transmission.

[ Destron ] Goth wheezes. "I'm.. not.. letting him.. take... him.."

Deathsaurus is rather large and completely limp at this point. He's going to be very dead weight. The fire hits him, charring the rest of his form into a blackened mess. There's no movements or sound from the fallen Destron commander, other than sizzling melted circuitry, his optics completely blackened out.

<< Broadband >> Goth wheezes harshly, clearly he has no idea what channels he has on right now. "I'm.. not.. letting him.. take... him.."

Primus Pilus stares around as his unleashing of hell itself takes out Hellbat and his saucy vocoder and causes Goth to appear, blasted. His optics narrow, and he reaches down, grabbing Des by the 'scruff', and jerking the smoking mass of Destron off the ground. "You're coming with me. You'll be a Decepticon when you wake again, my beast." His optics narrow and he stares at Goth, lip curling into a sneer, "Interfering again, Goth? You should have stayed a Decepticon, you know how this works, you were a good Decepticon. But now.. Well." The shoulder mounted barrel swivels down and belches forth a vicious amalgam of energies with a classic

KRAKATHWOOOM

>> Primus Pilus strikes Goth with Shoulder-Cannon <High>. <<

Goth is overcome by injuries, losing consciousness.

Hellbat is overcome by injuries, losing consciousness.

[ Destron ] Goth <disconnects>

[ Destron ] Hellbat <disconnect>

"Oh, frag..." Blast Off stares at this situation, receiving Goth's radio message back. "Frag..." He paces back a little, then forth, clearly unsure what to do. He stops when he hears another message on Broadband radio, and cringes slightly, pacing back and forth again, still torn as to what to do. Run run run but wait, Des and Goth- and that other guy- are back there. He can't leave them! Shuttles don't leave their friends, they make sure everyone gets home! It's one of his deepest instincts, even if it IS a bloody nuisance. Like right now. Finally, he peers back around the pile of trash. "<< Can... can you get him? If you can somehow ...frag! GOTH, you look TERRIBLE! >>" He's just now seeing the bat. Um. Oh yes. "<< Uh... anyway, if you... if you can even WALK that is, and get Deathsuarus ready, I am nearby, watching. I could transform and shuttle you all out of here. >>"

Oh. And then Goth is taken down for good this time. Oh. Blast Off just stands there, frozen, staring. Now what does he do? Where the frag is Onslaught when he needs him? Megatron is already grasping Deathsaurus by the neck, there's no way he's winning a tug of war with Megatron over a figure as huge as Des. But Goth, maybe even that Hellbat fellow.... does he have a chance of grabbing them, maybe? "..."

Deathsaurus doesn't make a sound. His body is charred and blackened, head limp at this side as Pilus picks him up. His weakened ener-pulse can be felt right under Pilus's fingers, his lift literally in the hands of ...perhaps his new emperor.

No, no no no no! Goth can't stop Des from being taken and before his own fears, traumas and anxieties, or even a quip how he didn't leave, but was THROWN out, darkness comes out over him and a heavy cannon wound to his frame.

Hellbat is on the ground, spasming and unconscious as emergency protocols kick in, his form smoking from the cannon energy and the devastation array that had slammed into him. Such.. Power.. He was nothing to it. Smoking. Smoldering.

[ Destron ] Esmeral says, "Goth? Hellbat? My Stars?"

[ Destron ] Deathsaurus 's signal hangs then disconnects.

<< Broadband >> Dust Devil says, "what's goin on"

<< Broadband >> Goth <disconnects>

<< irc.dal.net >> <<Underwood>> <disconnects>

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "A lesson in manners."

<< Broadband >> Sideswipe says, "... What the slag did you do, you fleck off Unicron's aft?"

<< Broadband >> Hellbat has left this channel.

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "Collected my missing warlord."

<< Broadband >> Sideswipe says, "Oh, finally figured out which end of the cannon you point at yourself?"

<< Broadband >> Soundwave says, "It is done."

<<Decepticon>> Primus Pilus says, "Prepare medical bay, Deathsaurus needs to be tended."

<<Decepticon>> Primus Pilus says, "And bring me the branding kit. I'll make a Decepticon out of him yet."

<< Broadband >> Dust Devil says, "So once again instead of leading by example you make examples of those you are leading."

<< Broadband >> Primus Pilus says, "Dust Devil. You have no understanding of how things -work-. Excuse me, I have work to do."

<< Broadband >> Dust Devil says, "Uh huh. Hopefully You learn before it's too late fer ya."

<< Broadband >> Sideswipe says, "I dunno Megsie. I've seen you do great work at losing."

<< Broadband >> Sideswipe says, "Seems to be your greatest skill."

<< Broadband >> Sideswipe says, "You've moved the Allspark and Cyber-firma to be the best there is like no one never was."

Primus Pilus watches Goth fall through the haze of smoke oozing form that shoulder mounted cannon, then hefts des by the scruff and starts to walk, dragging the warlord some distance before, "If anyone -else- has any bright ideas about continuing to defy me, consider this how -all- negotiations will end." he kicks into the air, hauling Deathsaurus with him like a floppy pup, heading back to Kaon.

Deathsaurus is dragged along the ground, sparking and losing pieces of his armor, before Pilus kicks to air, his form limp in his new emperor's hand.

<< irc.dal.net >> <<Whirlwind>> so what all happened

Nothing from Goth. No time, he supposes. Blast Off's fists clench harder as two sides of his personality clash. Frag, what to do? Fortunately for the shuttleformer, Megatron makes the decision for him. He can only watch as Megatron hauls off Deathsaurus, the pinch of ....regret souring in his gut as he watches helplessly. But what can he do against Megatron alone? He can't help Des, but as for the other two.... "Slugfest, we're getting out of here. Help me get them aboard." With that, he's running over to Goth and Hellbat, or what's left of them, to transform and shuttle them away from here and to some kind of medical attention.

<<Decepticon>> Primus Pilus says, "Lady Esmeral, you have a pickup of some errant -trash- of yours in the scrapyards. Hellbat needed a lesson as well."