CHAPTER FIVE
The Battle of Vehicon had begun.
Smoke and blaster fire surrounded Sandstorm as he drove across the battlefield, firing his alt mode's blaster cannon. The initial wave of standard Vehicon soldiers were easy enough to shoot down, but the large, more heavily armed ones that followed were bit more of a challenge.
Converting into his robot form, Sandstorm charged towards a tank Vehicon and grabbed its turret, using it as a means to swing on top of the tank and swing its turret so that it fired at its comrades.
"Ah yes, the classic 'Kup Tankbuster' maneuver." Sandstorm looked up to see a blue and silver Autobot descending from the sky, shooting down Vehicons while doing so. "Name's Rotorstorm, by the way. Jet Vehicons at three o'clock."
Sandstorm turned to see a squadron of mostly silver-colored jets flying towards their position. In the lead was a garishly-colored jet, which he assumed was a Predator.
"I'll handle them," Sandstorm said. "You take care of those down here."
As he started to convert into his aerial form- a VTOL aircraft- Rotorstorm let out a low whistle. "Wow, you're a Triple Changer? Did you serve in the Triorian Guard or something?"
Sandstorm snorted. "No. The guard turned down my application because I was too reckless and excitable." His fan-like wings started to roar as he lifted off from the ground. "And they just might have a point."
* * *
"How many 'Cons have you killed yet, Pax?" Whirl shouted over the sound of gunfire and screaming Decepticons.
"I haven't been keeping count," Orion Pax called back as he fired his ion blaster in a Vehicon's face. "Maybe twelve, give or take. You?"
"More than twelve, that's for sure." Whirl punctuated the statement by driving a blade into a Predator's chest. "A lot more."
"Down to comparing kills, eh?" said a light orange and gray Autobot. "You kids are so ruthless these days."
"Did you just call me kid?" Whirl snapped, shooting a Vehicon's head off without looking at it. "I was forged right after the first war, Scorch. Nearly two thousand years old and still kicking."
Orion snorted. "That's nothing. Kup's even older; like, thousands of years older."
"Yeah? How much longer til he's petting a petro-rabbit one day and suddenly just freezes and goes offline?"
"Hey, Thunderclash is still kicking and he's just as-"
Suddenly, Orion froze, his body rigid and unmoving as if he was some sort of statue. Then, before either Whirl or Scorch could ask him if he was all right, Orion fell to the ground as if he was a lifeless husk.
"Wow," Whirl said wryly. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Autobot down!" Scorch cried out as he battled Vehicons away from Orion. "Autobot down!"
* * *
"Tremble with fear, Autobot!" the yellow-colored Predator jet bellowed as it moved with rapid speed towards Sandstorm. "I am the terror that stalks the night! I am the vast, predatory bird that stoops to conquer! I am the Black Omen! I am FEARSWOOP!"
"You're dead to me," Sandstorm uttered as he fired his blaster, scoring a hit on the Decepticon's right wing.
Fearswoop cried out in pain as he started to plummet towards the ground. The Vehicon jets subsequently broke off from their flight pattern and flew away from Sandstorm.
"That's right!" Sandstorm called after them. "Run away! I'll show you vast and predatory-"
His moment of glory came to an abrupt end as a black and green spaceship appeared out of thin air and fired at him. In mere seconds, Sandstorm was sent following Fearswoop towards the ground far below.
* * *
"Primus, where's a medic when you need one?" Scorch grunted as he dragged Orion Pax's comatose form towards one of the shuttles he and the rest of the 92nd Battalion had arrived in, shooting at Vehicons along the way. Whirl, of course, had provided no support whatsoever, instead flying off to chase some Predators.
Coming to a stop because Orion's weight was putting strain on his back structure, Scorch turned the younger Autobot over onto his back and opened up his spark chamber. The shimmering green orb which provided the mech life was, thankfully, still intact.
He then looked up... and his own spark jumped.
Towering over him was a large, green and purple Decepticon, armed with dual blaster riffles and icy scarlet glare. Pressing the barrel of one rifle against Scorch's head, the Decepticon spoke in a cold, somewhat unnatural hiss.
"You have approximately three seconds to walk away now and forget that you ever encountered me."
Scorch simply stared at the giant in a mix of awe and terror. The Decepticon narrowed his eyes.
"Time's up."
Sixshot pulled the trigger and one less Autobot remained on the battlefield.
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