[Originally locked to allies; unlocked after the cut] Dead End
[[done with modly permission! Beware mech-gore within!]]
[The com opens with a strange view, nearly at road level as the ground and buildings zip on by; apparently the view from Optimus' truck mode.]
In case you all haven't been watching the network over the past few days, you should be aware of the fact that not only has another Megatron shown up, but the Transtechs are apparently on the move again. The post is gone now, but they slipped up - or wanted us to think they slipped up - and some of their information was leaked.
Either way, it is clear that they are still watching, and plotting, and focusing on some of us to an alarming degree. Everyone, please be cautious. I don't know if there is much we can do when even being on guard at all hours fails to dissuade their technology, but we can certainly make their attempts on us difficult at the very least.
If we- [The Motivational Speech of the Week is cut off by a nearby engine rev - the sound of another semi, getting very close very fast - followed by a crash, and the view rolls wildly as Optimus' goes tumbling with the impact. The view goes dark as he rolls right through a building, glass and brick crashing down around him as he transforms with a groan. A dark colored transformer leg steps into view, matching Optimus' own design perfectly, and the Prime's own voice laughs down at him. The view swings wildly again as he rolls frantically out of the way, dodging the massive cannon blast that turns the ground he had been sprawled on to slag.]
[The communication cuts off with the sound of crashing metal and a hiss of static.]
[Nearly an hour later, static and fragmented bits of images begin to show through once more on Optimus' frequency. The comm unit is apparently on the ground, camera lens cracked and splintered, resulting in three poor views of the same battered, battle-destroyed building interior. The audio feed is broken by still more static and the sound of heavy venting, overworked fans and engines rumbling and straining discordantly. One engine is sputtering, cylinders gurgling and coughing as they choke on leaking internal fluids; dying out. With a snarl, one heavy, broken mech frame is thrown to the ground, energon leaking freely, already puddling.
It's the frame of Optimus Prime, but the single remaining red optic gives his true identity away.
Even in death, the inverse Prime is defiant, spitting a curse up at his assailant, broken fingers reaching for his discarded weapon-
A blue foot comes down on his face, leaning, adding weight until the red optic pops; a tiny sound in the face of the grinding metal, like a dropped lightbulb. Dark limbs spasm, closing on the gun- a matching gun drops down into the camera frame, nozzle scrapping against purple chest plating over the ember and fires, over and over and over again, until the body even stops twitching with the energy blasts, a glowing, molten hole blown right through.]
[The body goes gray.]
[Optimus pants for a long moment, leaning heavily on the body before straightening up; even though the broken view only shows him from the legs down, his own injuries above are leaking freely, glowing energon dropping into the frame. He clearly didn't escape unscathed, but it doesn't seem to register in his battle-revved growl.]
...If anyone else wants to mess with me or my team, form a line.
[He bends down to grab the comm, and the open feed cuts.]
[The com opens with a strange view, nearly at road level as the ground and buildings zip on by; apparently the view from Optimus' truck mode.]
In case you all haven't been watching the network over the past few days, you should be aware of the fact that not only has another Megatron shown up, but the Transtechs are apparently on the move again. The post is gone now, but they slipped up - or wanted us to think they slipped up - and some of their information was leaked.
Either way, it is clear that they are still watching, and plotting, and focusing on some of us to an alarming degree. Everyone, please be cautious. I don't know if there is much we can do when even being on guard at all hours fails to dissuade their technology, but we can certainly make their attempts on us difficult at the very least.
If we- [The Motivational Speech of the Week is cut off by a nearby engine rev - the sound of another semi, getting very close very fast - followed by a crash, and the view rolls wildly as Optimus' goes tumbling with the impact. The view goes dark as he rolls right through a building, glass and brick crashing down around him as he transforms with a groan. A dark colored transformer leg steps into view, matching Optimus' own design perfectly, and the Prime's own voice laughs down at him. The view swings wildly again as he rolls frantically out of the way, dodging the massive cannon blast that turns the ground he had been sprawled on to slag.]
[The communication cuts off with the sound of crashing metal and a hiss of static.]
[Nearly an hour later, static and fragmented bits of images begin to show through once more on Optimus' frequency. The comm unit is apparently on the ground, camera lens cracked and splintered, resulting in three poor views of the same battered, battle-destroyed building interior. The audio feed is broken by still more static and the sound of heavy venting, overworked fans and engines rumbling and straining discordantly. One engine is sputtering, cylinders gurgling and coughing as they choke on leaking internal fluids; dying out. With a snarl, one heavy, broken mech frame is thrown to the ground, energon leaking freely, already puddling.
It's the frame of Optimus Prime, but the single remaining red optic gives his true identity away.
Even in death, the inverse Prime is defiant, spitting a curse up at his assailant, broken fingers reaching for his discarded weapon-
A blue foot comes down on his face, leaning, adding weight until the red optic pops; a tiny sound in the face of the grinding metal, like a dropped lightbulb. Dark limbs spasm, closing on the gun- a matching gun drops down into the camera frame, nozzle scrapping against purple chest plating over the ember and fires, over and over and over again, until the body even stops twitching with the energy blasts, a glowing, molten hole blown right through.]
[The body goes gray.]
[Optimus pants for a long moment, leaning heavily on the body before straightening up; even though the broken view only shows him from the legs down, his own injuries above are leaking freely, glowing energon dropping into the frame. He clearly didn't escape unscathed, but it doesn't seem to register in his battle-revved growl.]
...If anyone else wants to mess with me or my team, form a line.
[He bends down to grab the comm, and the open feed cuts.]