To battle

[bemyslaveordie]

Where: The Shredder’s Fortress
When: December 21st (waaay backdated)
Who: Tengu Shredder, Optimus Prime, Crmsn, Rock, Mew, 8, and 3
What: Our Heroes storm a Fortress in order to save the damsel in distress Three from the clutches of The Shredder.
Warnings: …violence?

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[bravestofprimes]

Outside of the Fortress, beyond the bridge that separated it from the mainland, Optimus stood tall, overlooking the area. This had been the place that the others had described when they came to him with their request, or at least that was how he had it described to him. His optics contract and dilate, gathering information as his wheels turn with anticipation. As the pseudo-leader of the group, he couldn't make too many rash decisions. After all, it could not only affect them, but Three would not be treated well if word broke out of a rescue attempt.

"Crmsn, this is the place, correct?" his voice softly, yet strongly spoke, looking at the man who was standing next to him. His hand reaches down for him to step up for a better view if he so wished, looking to the others for their approval as well.

[theytookmypants]

Crmsn takes the hand and steps into it. When he's lifted up he chews his bottom lip thoughtfully as he takes it all in. After a few minutes he sighs and nods.

"I think so...it looks like it at least," He chuckled weakly after a pause, "I gotta say, I've always wanted to storm a citadel like that, just you know...for fun, not business. Kinda takes the fun out of it when there's a hostage in there..."

He looked back down at the others. He was grateful he had the back up he did now. Even he'd have trouble getting into a place like that alone, and with a hostage...it made things testy.

"Looks like it's about to be show time guys."

[saito_style]

"Looks like it."

There was a slight clinking of armor as Rock walked up, standing near Optimus, but not so far away that he'd have to worry about squishing the Navi if he needed to move. The armor of Search Soul looked sickly here, almost a mucky, swamp green rather than the army green it was supposed to invoke. He sighed, while data clicked across the viewer over one eye, taking readings as he stood there, though what little he got didn't look good. Still though, there was an air of business about him, of things needing to get done.

After all, in his mind there was no choice. This was what being a hero was all about.

[magnetjunkie]

Eight stood next to Crmsn's foot and stared grimly up at the massive Fortress with a curious lack of fear. He was the smallest and the least strongest of the rescuers, but it didn't bother him too much. He was here for Three and Nine, and he wanted to do whatever it took to get them back.

He held his trusty knife in his hand and wondered faintly how he was going to avoid getting stepped on, but he pushed that worry out of his head. He'll manage somehow.