re_alignment_logs | The Cold Resolve of Steel

WHO: Dinobot and anyone
WHERE: By the lambada
WHEN: Just after the invasion
WHAT: Dinobot goes samurai mode
WARNINGS: Some battle carnage

Dinobot heard the call from Vector Prime. His feelings on the self-proclaimed Prime were still dubious, at best. However, the Vector had a point when he mentioned they had a duty to this Cybertron. It wasn't his own Cybertron, but with the fragility of time he knew it could easily alter the hundreds of other Cybertrons. He himself was not sure exactly what future he wanted, but he knew these...invaders from the lambada threatened the existence of any future.

Nothing more needed to be said, he took up his sword and went straight to the coordinates. Make no mistake, he wasn't a team player. He came to fight for himself, for his honor. Already he spotted the teeming number of mechanical monstrosities. They had no place on this Cybertron or any Cybertron. Sword and tail-shield at the ready, he charged the nearest hideous mech, running them through with his sword. Already it had gained the attention of the others.

The Maximal took light footing when taking on the others. He bobbed and weaved through the onslaught of attacks, taking out only one or three at a time. He knew he couldn't fight them all. This warrior was in over his head. He hoped he could fight off enough for the rest to hold off.

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The Maximal had enough on his hands, the Autobot's combat skills were impressive and appreciated. So the Autobots weren't all simpering pacifists, thank the Allspark. It almost led him to question how they won the war.

Dinobot weaved through the advancing flanks of the monsters, stabbing right and left. One swung at the Maximal. Dinobot moved with the attack, whirling around and impaling it on his sword. Unfortunately, another struck, throwing him back. He skidded to the ground, growling.

The monster came running to finish the job. Just as it came right toward him, he stabbed upwards, running it right through its stomach. A crooked smile formed.

Prowl, a pacifist? Draft dodger, maybe, but not a pacifist, per se. He was a conscientious objector to the war back in his world, but... Well. Best not to get into that.

He is a force of grace; less stabbing and slashing, more precise movements and subtle strikes that bypassed armor and shook the gears and struts beneath. When fleshy things came through, well, they couldn't endure the impact of servos of alloy, now could they?

Bodies were piling up, stewn willy nilly among the trash, falling where they wilt as the pair worked at their respective scores, winnowing them down.

"A tactical retreat may be of use," he called to his companion, "to one of the temples. THe creatures seem to have been flowing from the rift above -- meaning the junk pile is not a sustainable position!"

Dinobot plowed through the horde in front of him. Yet they kept coming. The lambada kept spitting them out like an accursed horde from the pit. Yet he kept his firm resolve. Already he begun to build up a few good scratches from the battle.

He heard Prowl's words, but he could not speak, not yet. He waited until he had slain enough for there to be a good lull between the waves of creatures.

"The temples would make a fine foothold. But we must kill enough to stem the tide!"

"I'm not certain that's feasible," Prowl admitted as he cast his gaze skyward. These creatures were everywhere, and there seemed to be no end of them. "Which of the Temples do you--" Owe allegiance to? Were brought to? He's not sure how to phrase it. "I've been granted refuge at Alpha Trion's."

Which is why, of course, he bears that Firstforged's symbol.

"Either way, we should choose soon - the next wave will be upon us in moments!"

It would be a lie if he said he trusted or owed an allegiance to Vector Prime. Though Vector has good intentions, he was somewhat mistrustful of the self-proclaimed Prime, a Prime never heard of in the annals of his Cybertron's history.

In any case, this Autobot might have other intentions. Best to move to this Alpha Trion's temple, away from Vector's at least till he knows more.

"Alpha Trion it is."

Prowl nods, before he activates his boosters to get a good, long jump going on. It was time to get across the junk pile to more stable ground for an altmode run from the place to the great, safe temple of Alpha Trion...

Or at least, the reasonable fortifications of Alpha Trion.

Dinobot soon follows after on foot (His beast mode would be easier, but the cons of exposing himself as a Maximal would be so much worse.). Once he reaches the temple, he looks back to the lambada.

"It will be a matter of time before they reach here. We must prepare. Where is the weaponry?"

The Cold Resolve of Steel

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