The mission started out too well - that should have been a sign that it was about to go to the pit.
Intelligence - this time brought in via atmospheric recon by Cosmos - showed suspicious Decepticon activity over the Northern pole of the planet. The Autobot fliers were few and far between, leaving the rest of the attack forces to travel via regular shuttlecraft. A poor way to travel, but the best way to get the numbers the needed for a proper assault.
Their surprise attack, however, turned out to be anything but.
The actual, sparked fliers were able to dodge the strafing run by the Seekers flying out of the sunlight, but the shuttle was too slow.
::We've been hit! Prepare for evasive maneuvers!:: The captain screeched, the shuttle bucking wildly as the frame groaned with the stress. Despite his flight harness, Mirage felt himself get tossed from his seat. The wall mounting hold his harness in place was gone, as was the wall behind it. Icy cold air was pouring in, filling the cabin with a roar; supplies and mechs, similiarly freed by the tear in the ship, flew wildly past Mirage's head.
::Hang on to something!:: Someone yelled, pointlessly.
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Date: 2014-06-26 11:57 pm (UTC)Intelligence - this time brought in via atmospheric recon by Cosmos - showed suspicious Decepticon activity over the Northern pole of the planet. The Autobot fliers were few and far between, leaving the rest of the attack forces to travel via regular shuttlecraft. A poor way to travel, but the best way to get the numbers the needed for a proper assault.
Their surprise attack, however, turned out to be anything but.
The actual, sparked fliers were able to dodge the strafing run by the Seekers flying out of the sunlight, but the shuttle was too slow.
::We've been hit! Prepare for evasive maneuvers!:: The captain screeched, the shuttle bucking wildly as the frame groaned with the stress. Despite his flight harness, Mirage felt himself get tossed from his seat. The wall mounting hold his harness in place was gone, as was the wall behind it. Icy cold air was pouring in, filling the cabin with a roar; supplies and mechs, similiarly freed by the tear in the ship, flew wildly past Mirage's head.
::Hang on to something!:: Someone yelled, pointlessly.
There was nothing to hang on to.