IC - Just About Every Kind of Character Present - Gigantion
"Fire the turrets! Don't give them any chance of an LZ!"
Lasers, plasma, and shrapnel flew across the city. Energy shields glowed and fizzed around the dropships as they circled, but wherever the defenders looked, there were Minions destroying turrets, defenders shooting Minions, and dropship armaments bolstering the Minion forces and bringing down some Children.
The giants did well, as one ripped a turret from the ground and fired it at a fleeing and now empty dropship. Ordnance and gunfire left the gunship as a trail of destruction, bringing down the giant Paxitron. The dropship could take no more, however, and came down.
Defenders raged through the incoming Minions, but the attack force was surrounding them. Even the pilot of the crashed dropship bailed out and began to fire rockets.
[color=#ff0000;]In the midst of the chaos, Optimus Prime let a corpse slide from his sword. "Calm down, soldier. Transmission received. I'm on it."[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]He scrutinized the battlefield. As Minions came into his field of vision, he fired his gun. Another came at him from behind rather loudly, but felt a metal foot slamming into his gut. "Depraved fool!" Optimus jammed his sword into the Minion's cannon and tore out the power supply, then jumped back and shot it. He turned to look at a few Children of Primus. "We need to hijack a dropship!" At that, dropship cannons struck the Children, injuring some and scattering the rest. "Argh! Medic!"[/color]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);]Optimus stabbed another Minion and spun, swinging the attacker on his sword at yet another Minion. As a third came from the side, he transformed, crushing his foe's leg and twisting it off as he did so. "Turrets, I need cover fire!" He drove toward a dropship, hooked up to his trailer, and let loose his panels once again. Along with him, his trailer shifted as well. Shards of smashed metal fell out of Optimus' back, and soon he stood over the remains of the crushed leg. Now he was directly under the dropship. I need backup...but not yet.[/color]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);]He flew up toward the dropship, then got on top of it. Immediately, the pilot began to spin the dropship and fly at insane speeds, so he drew his axe and slammed it into the hull to hang on. "Hnngh!" He would need to time this right...[/color]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);]Drawing his sword, Optimus released the axe and activated his jetpack at full speed, reaching the cockpit area at the front and smashing the windshield apart. "I need to borrow this!" he yelled at the pilot, who he stabbed in the face while he was defenseless in a tight driving space. The dropship plummeted toward the chaos on the ground. Evidently, in reaction to having his brain forcibly removed, the pilot had jerked his hand...[/color]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);]Optimus pushed the hand up again, returning the lever to its normal position, and causing the dropship to soar. "No!" He pushed it to the middle, and finally, the dropship hovered. So that was how to use this thing. He retrieved his weapons and sheathed them, then pushed the lever down and dropped nearly to the ground. At the last second, he pulled the lever back to the middle. "I need five of you! One must be able to pilot this well!"[/color]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);]The five volunteers rushed to him as he gave them cover fire with his heavy machine guns. One of the Minions even dropped dead as a result. The new pilot, clearly from the Aligned continuity, stepped forward, but then recoiled. "DUCK!"[/color]
[color=rgb(255,0,0);]The warning came too late, and three rocket shots slammed into Optimus' back, destroying his jetpack and spilling some backup weaponry from the Armored Weapons Platform. He fell to the ground, parts of him flaming, but rolled and stood. "Just open the troop bay!" The pilot did so, and the four soldiers entered, followed by Optimus. "We have only one ship above this planet, and it needs backup. Let's move!" On the way, Optimus disengaged the ERWS and transformed it back into the damaged Armored Weapons Platform. On the upper left, the ring had been torn, and on other parts of it, the frame of the ring was visible. He sighed and peered out the bay window at the conflict.[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]Light dropships and attack pods, deployed from the Decepticon ship engaging Sideswipe, hammered away at the hull of the Prima. As the two battlecruisers exchanged fire, the hundreds of enemies began to wear down the CoP ship at an alarming rate. In all the gunfire, the hijacked dropship remained mainly unnoticed[/color], [color=#4b0082;]especially because it was only just approaching.[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]A lone, damaged ship was in quite a difficult position, as the seemingly Aligned captain of the Slaughter observed. "No Children of Primus detected on that ship...time to see just who is on board, then." He turned to a brutish-looking Minion. "You. Rally some dropships on that unidentified ship...and I'll give them a call." The soldier bowed and left to obey as the captain pressed a button. [/color]
[color=#4b0082;]"Unidentified ship, this is Captain Blackout of the Slaughter. Identify yourselves and your allegiance, or we will destroy you along with the rest of these fools. I hardly think I need to remind you of the condition of your ship, but I will do so with cannons if I must."[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]The dropships swarmed around the Primax Decepticon ship, and the brutish Minion returned to Blackout. "Sir, it has been done. But Menasor is itching for a battle."[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]Blackout grinned at his second-in-command. "Send him down in another dropship...I'm sure his old friend Metroplex will be happy to see him."[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]Back on the ground, the Gigantians were easily able to take on multiple foes. The swings of hammers and maces shattered dropship engines and sent them spiraling away. Heavy ordnance struck the massive defenders, but turrets quickly fired on the sources of the attacks. Some field medics rushed to save Children of Primus, but at this point, the Minions had managed to set up snipers to pick off important targets. Namely, medics and field commanders. However, the Children of Primus were managing well regardless.[/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]That is, until massive explosions began to bombard them. Entire portable turrets blew up. A defender rushed to help a fallen comrade, but a huge drill burst out his chest and tore his body to shreds. A few Gigantians realized what was going on, even with all the smoke and fire. [/color]
[color=#2f4f4f;]"Metroplex! Got any laws against doing THIS?!" Menasor grabbed a Child of Primus, tore him in half, then hurled the turret he was manning at the Paxitron leader. "Let the games begin!" He sneered and charged at Metroplex, firing and kicking small enemies as he ran.[/color]