Party Crasher

The savage Wardens wandered around the main hangar, waiting for something to do; either for Warlord to send them on another raid or for something to try and attack the base. One group of raiders were laying around on containers of energon, grumbling about random stuff. One must have said something another did not care for, because moments later there was a brawl with a circle forming around the free entertainment.

This new commotion prevented them from hearing one of the blocked off doors crank open, their cheers and eager howls drowning out Scorcher's group. Scorcher and his group began to kill the savages that were away from the crowd, painting the hangar floor black. It was only after one of the Wardens began approaching the crowd that some of them understood the gravity of the current situation. Some were still blood thirsty and began attacking each other, while others grabbed their weapons to face the true threat that had emerged. Metal clashed against metal as the savages punched one another and the Wardens grinded their blades against the savage's axes.

Scorcher and Celina let the havoc continue, slipping past and up to the hangar command center. He knew that Warlord would only let those who were competent enough to be stationed in there, so he had to be ready to fight enemies that could actually fight back effectively. He and Celina took position on either side of the door, readying their blasters. Then Scorcher holstered the blasters, pulling his sword out. "We need to stay 'quiet' or else our guys down there will have to fight more alerted soldiers." He explained, splitting his blade in two and giving one to Celina. She nodded, holstering her blaster and taking the blade.

After a moment to prepare once more, Scorcher shoved his blade into the door, breaking the locking mechanism and forcing it to slide open. The guards within all jumped at the shrieking sound before turning to the direction of the door and seeing the two enter. They all responded, each grabbing their own weapon and preparing to duel. Scorcher was slightly disappointed because he had given these guys too much credit. These guards were about as dumb as those outside the room. He had thought one of theme would at least pull a ranged weapon on them or sound the alarm, but all six of the savages here were charging. Scorcher rushed forward in response, running one through with his blade and ripping the axe out of his grip. Shoving the body away and into one who was heading for Celina, he threw the axe into the head of another, dropping the foe.

Celina took the advantage Scorcher had provided and stabbed the stunned enemy in the neck, black fluids pouring out of the wound. She took the blade out and took the enemy's weapon looking up to see Scorcher pinned. His blade holding two axes together, preventing the wielders from drawing back, and his free hand holding the blade of the final foe, metal grinding against each other as Scorcher struggled to hold the weapon back. Celina moved in, swinging the axe into the enemy on Scorcher's left, knocking him back and allowing Scorcher to take the axe and swipe it at the other two, killing one and knocking back the other. The last two enemies were now growling and writhing; knowing that they were the only thing that stood between the hangar controls and Scorcher. They decided to used their CPUs and both rushed Celina; her being smaller than the two of them made her a better target rather than Scorcher. Scorcher cut one down before he could get past him, but Celina was tackled, both bodies crashed to the floor as She swung the blade at her assaulter.

The Savage let off a terrifying laugh before being cut off at the neck. His head fell next to Celina and his body went limp, pinning her to the floor. Scorcher grabbed the corpse and threw it off of his partner, offering her a hand once the body had landed. Still somewhat startled, she took his hand and was lifted up off the floor. "Once these hangar doors open, we can go loud." Scorcher said, holding his hand out, indicating that he wanted his other half of his sword back. Celina handed it to him, moving to one of the terminals and inputting commands. Scorcher looked out into the hangar, seeing that there were a lot of bodies littering the floor, and those Wardens that had joined them were now working on the brawlers who were still to dense to see their allies being killed.

"Opening the mountain now, sir." Celina said, causing Scorcher to look to the Hangar door.

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A.M.Y., Trouble and Train Trek were waiting on the ship, looking out over the great metallic wasteland. A.M.Y. and Trouble were sitting on the side of the ship while Trek leaned against the hull, making the ship tilt slightly.

"Sir, why did this war even begin?" Trouble said, addressing Trek. The large bot simple laughed, shifting his footing, making the ship rock back to a stationary position.

"I'm not that old, young one. If you want that, ask Optimus or Megatron, or even Scorcher, for that matter." Trek responded, pulling his hammer out to admire his weapon.

"Wait, Scorcher has been around since before the war?" A.M.Y. added, leaning towards Trek, more so admiring the hammer as well.

"Yeah, that bot, well, let's say he saved me from going down a truly dark path." He put the head of the hammer against the metal surface of Cybertron and placed one foot on it, leaning against the grip. "Those wild bots that live out in the wastes? Those that are corrupted by the Dark Energon?" The two nodded, deeply interested in Trek currently. "Well, I was close to becoming one." Both of their eyes widened as the words came out of his mouth, bringing a smile to Train's face. He opened his mouth to continue his tale, but the sound of the mountain opening up drew his attention. "That story is going to have to wait, though. We have a mountain to storm." Trek said, grabbing his hammer and preparing himself. Trouble and A.M.Y. prepared themselves as well. The three began moving forward, heading for the opening.