Launching for the Ark!

[blitzwing_rules]

[Thursday, afternoon]

*Blitzwing doesn't even wait for the hanger doors to open all the way before launching himself out of the docking tower, transforming mid-air and powering towards the Autobot base. He hasn't had free rein to take potshots at Autotrash in far too long, and he doesn't even try to hide his glee at the prospect*

Train! You

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[blitzwing_rules]

*laughs and rolls, for the sheer joy of it* This'll be fraggin' awesome!

[blitzwing_rules]

*slews around behind Astrotrain to use his jetwash for lift* Weren't you listenin'? The afthead truck's leadin' an attack while we're out on "recon." Soon as the Autotrash hear about it, they're all gonna bail out of base, and we'll be in a perfect position to strafe the slag out of them.

[blitzwing_rules]

Makes it our lucky day, don't it?

((ooc: Any Autobot volunteers to spot the badness inbound?))

[teleportin]

*there was a limit to how slow he could fly and still stay in the air and still be behind Astrotrain and Blitzwing, but Skywarp managed it. He stayed close to them, as per Onslaught's 'recommendation'*

((OOC: I'm volunteering Ratchet - but he'll be noticing the Stunticons/Combaticons, right?))

[nervous_flier]

*Silverbolt was still pretty mopey and generally acting like a teenaged brat when he left the Ark. Normally, it would take someone holding a gun to his head to get him up in the air but right now, all he wanted was to be as far away from the Ark and Trailbreaker and that fragging slagger Springer before he did something truly rash like punching his smirking faceplates in!*

*Transforming, the Concorde took off and pointed his nosecone west. Unease and barely leased terror threatened to nibble at the back of his processor when he flew up to the bare minimal height required to keep his turbines from disturbing the local wildlife and humans. It was still far too high up for Silverbolt and he found the lack of his brother'd distractions making it all the worse.*

Slag...slag....slag....oh frag this....

(ooc: I volunteer Bolt! He needs a good spanking, waangsty little brat that he is!)

[teleportin]

*Skywarp's sensors had also picked up on Silverbolt, and he wondered what the Autobrat was doing out of his range*

He's flying a bit high...

[blitzwing_rules]

Frag yes, I wanna play! *drops out of Astrotrain's jetwash and heads straight for Silverbolt*

*switches to an open comm* Hey, Autotrash! Catch! *fires a missile without bothering to get a lock*

[nervous_flier]

*His sensors picked up the trio of Decepticons and squealed a warning.*

Oh frag!

*Opens a comms channel to the Ark.*

This is Silverbolt, Three seekers on approach to the Ark. Fifty klicks out!

*That was when his proximity alert picked up the missile closing in on him and put on a burst of speed in an attempt to outrun it. There was no way he could bank swiftly without tearing the stabilizers off his slagging wings. His fear of flying was momentarily replaced by the 'oh slag me' realization that he was outmanned and outgunned by the heavily armed Decepticons.*

They are engaging and definitely hostile!

[autobot_ratchet]

Hang on Silverbolt, we're sending out reinforcements.

*Ratchet busied himself alerting the rest of the Autobots to the Decepticons*

[whitehotharrier]

On my way, 'Bolt!