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Insturments of Destruction [OPEN KINDA]

WHO: THE DECEPTICONS! AGAIN! PEOPLE FIGHTING THE DECEPTICONS! AGAIN
WHERE: OUTSIDE STARK TOWER! OH GOD
WHEN: FRIDAY
WARNINGS: um decepticons.
SUMMARY: The Decepticons are attacking Stark Tower with the intent of taking the 'porter OHSHI- Puck finally gets around to turning them back into humans at the end, but not before some serious damage is done.
FORMAT: WHAT THE HECK EVER GUYS

Starscream shot towards Stark Tower, accompanied by Thundercracker. Waspinator was probably somewhere behind them. Maybe. Somewhere below, Blackarachnia and Crasher were making their own ways towards the tower.
Starscream had charged himself up on the energon they'd taken in their raid. It wasn't as much as he'd liked, but it had been enough, and he felt good. Better than he had felt in vorns. He also carried a payload of compressed energon in his bomb bays.

He'd warned the ground team (Crasher, Blackarachnia and Kiryu) beforehand, and so they were out of the area when Starscream dropped his bombs into the square before Stark Tower, with every intention of clearing the area of civilians. It wouldn't do to have them underfoot like that.

There was a satisfying roar as the bombs went off, vaporizing cars and breaking out windows in the downtown area. Once the smoke cleared, Starscream circled lazily, coming in low as he began to approach the tower.

"DECEPTICONS! ATTACK!" he shouted over their comm frequency.

[ooc: one thread per 'con; kiryu is allowed to threadbounce if he likes as support (though plz be asking the combatants first). Each 'con please indicate the number of people you're willing to let take you on.
Tony Stark, Idk if the mods ever got back to you but if you want to have the tower defenses start shooting us that is peachy keen just... plz don't kill us?
AT THE END OF THIS LOG SOMETIME, EVERYBODY'S BACK TO BEING HUMAN. HOW/WHEN IT HAPPENS IS UP TO YOU &hearts
Also tag yourselves plz.]

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No time to dodge that one. Optimus took the blast right in the face, and his systems shut down right away - not into stasis lock, so he was still conscious, but Optimus had been effectively paralyzed.

Hopefully it'd wear off before Starscream dropped him.

"Seems this has become little more than a short, sharp lesson for you, hasn't it, Autobot?" hissed Starscream. With that, he tugged out the grappling hook and let go.

He plummeted. Air whistled through his vents as Optimus dropped to the earth below. He'd fallen before, and every time, a small corner of his processors whispered "I really wish I could fly."

He tended to get dropped a lot, after all.

Then, moments before he hit the ground, his systems came back online, and reacting quickly, Optimus pulled out his Axe and used the jet thruster on the back of it to keep himself from crashing to the ground. He still created a small crater, but the impact wasn't so hard it would end his life.

Like that first time.

He shook his head to clear his processors, and then re-located Starscream. Time for plan B. He still had to take out his thrusters, and Optimus had a good idea on how to do that.

Optimus jumped out of his crater, and began scaling a nearby building. IT was a pity that he was breaking so much stuff today, but it couldn't be helped. He wasn't the fastest of climbers, but given his size he made it up to the top in under a minute.

And once he was on the roof, Optimus extended his axe's handle and used it as a pole vault, launching himself at Starscream. The distance wouldn't be enough to get him all the way there, so he fired its jet again, and shot through the air towards the Decepticon.

Starscream, meanwhile, wasted no time, sure that the impact would at least stun the Autobot enough to keep him down. This wasn't his Optimus, after all - had it been that other Prime he wouldn't even have dared such a stunt, not without Megatron to draw fire. Streaking through the air, he landed on the side of Stark Tower, digging his servos into the side of the building as he cocked his laser canons back, ready to start blasting his way inside.

using the axe like a jetpack burned way too much energy. Optimus knew his levels were dropping extremely quickly, so he shut the jet off as soon as Stark Tower came into sight. He then fired another grappling hook at the roof of a nearby building, using it to swing himself forward.

Airborne again, Optimus released the grappler and reeled it in quickly. He'd have to time this just right.

Fortunately, Starscream was distracted.

The grappler shot forward and caught onto the roof of Stark Tower, and reeling it in in addition to swinging himself forward.

If he timed it right, it'd be enough to lob him into Starscream's back.

"What the SLAG?!"

Just as Starscream had been about to fire, something pulled him off the wall, causing him to fall into open space. There was something clinging to his back, something very heavy.

Starscream flew erratically, struggling to stay in the air before crashing straight into a nearby building. He wiggled and struggled, trying to throw Optimus off.

Optimus, for his part, hung on. The axe wasn't strong enough to damage Starscream's wings enough to keep him from flying, but that wasn't what he was gunning for anyway.

The crash into the building gave him enough time to reach down and fill at least one thruster with foam.

"What are you playing at, Autobot!" snarled Starscream. Finally shaking Optimus off, Starscream went to launch into the air... only to find himself spinning out of control as only one thruster fired.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" he screeched, plunging headfirst into the decimated pavement below, sending shards of concrete flying as he impacted.

Optimus fell as well, shattering the roads underneath him as he landed.

He was going to have so many dents when this was over.

Shaking it off, Optimus pulled himself out of the ground again, and rushed Starscream.

Can Kiryu jump in with either a giant cage or a giant hole in the ground?

Er...

as fun as that would be, not this time :/a. Optimus and screamer are already taking quite a lot of damage.

Starscream got to his feet, shaking his head. That had hurt. His thruster wasn't useless but it was gummed up enough by that disgusting... what the slag was that stuff? Vile, that's what. Either way, he wouldn't be able to fly in a straight line.

As Optimus rushed him, Starscream stood, appearing to brace himself... only to throw himself to the side at the last second, hoping that Optimus' momentum would carry him forward.

At this point, he could only hope that the other Decepticons would get to the Porter first. He'd keep Prime busy.

Shoot. He'd lunged too soon, and staggered forward once Starscream stepped aside. Reacting quickly, he stabilized himself, and whipped around to grab Starscream.

With luck, the other Autobots were engaging the other Decepticons and keeping them from getting to the Porter. Other heroes would be nice too.

Optimus stretched a servo out, and grabbed for Starscream's wing.

Starscream stepped one leg back, batting Optimus' servo aside, before going for a kick - one with his good thruster, at maximum burn.

"Ungh!!"

That kick not only burned, it sent Optimus flying several yards and into a street light. It bent in half and over Optimus's head, and he lay there, groaning.

The plating on his chest bore a rather wide scorch mark.

Starscream smirked as only he could - a slow, insidious little smile that twisted up his faceplate. He approached slowly, savoring the moment as he lowered his lasers at Optimus' face plate.

"And now, Prime, you die."

Optimus had been counting on Starscream being too into the fight to just leave. And really, he WAS in over his head - he was fighting a Decepticon that had repeatedly given him a severe beating, both in his home world and in The City. Even so, Starscream had to be stopped - it was time Optimus Prime made a stand.

Lighting fast, he grabbed the end of the laser and twisted Starscream's arm out of the way.

"You first," Optimus retorted, before jumping up and headbutting Starscream in the faceplate.

The laser blast hit a nearby building, taking out a few windows. Starscream's gaze followed this, which meant that when Optimus head-butted him, he didn't even see it coming.

He howled in pain. Now he was just angry. Starscream not much of a melee fighter, but if Optimus was going to hold him in close-quarters then he was damn well going to fight. Cocking back his right arm he tried to simply punch the Autobot in the face, powering up his lasers for a follow-up as he did so.

Melee fighting, however, was something Optimus was very good at. He ducked, and slammed his shoulder into Starscream's midsection, and shoved.

"This is it, Starscream," Optimus said, completely calm and serious in the middle of the fight. "One shall stand... and one shall fall."

Starscream grunted and was, well, shoved. Starscream may have been bigger, but Optimus was more massive, and by far the better close-quarters fighter.

Yet there was something about those words...

Starscream skidded back, regaining his balance, placing one servo on the ground. He raised his optics, meeting Optimus' gaze.

"All this has happened before, and will happen again," he said. "And again, and again, AND AGAIN!"

With that last word, he kicked off with his one remaining thruster, charging Optimus right back, intending to bowl him over with superior force.

Superior force indeed. Optimus hung onto the Decepticon for dear life as Starscream's charge swept him off his stabilizing servos. He struggled, and pulled out his axe, and swung at Starscream's wings, embedding the energon-powered weapon into steel plating.

And suddenly, Starscream started getting bigger.

Oh Allspark, no. Not now. Not now...

Starscream screeched in pain, breaking off the charge as the axe thudded into his wing - his wing, oh Primus, that hurt in ways Optimus literally couldn't imagine.

And then...

Optimus was shrinking.

Somewhere in the back of Starscream's mind, the scientist in him was screaming. Idiot! The transwarp malfunction is reversing, you're next, you fool, retreat!

But Starscream was never one to listen to reason. So he did what came naturally to him.

He laughed.

"Look at you now, Prime," he sneered, looming over the ever-shrinking Autobot. "Slowly shrinking, your power fading..."

"And now you will die screaming!"

He raised a stabilizing servo and prepared to simply stomp on the Autobot, laughing all the while.

There was that familiar wrr-rr-rrt sound as Optimus continued to shrink - twenty feet, fifteen feet, ten feet - his plating was receding, blue metal becoming blue fabric and flesh, his body rounding out, becoming human.

This was bad. There were no words for how bad this was - he was becoming human again and Starscream showed no signs of change.

He was going to get stomped on, and there wasn't anything he could do about it.

No, wait... there was something he could do. He remembered that, as a human in this city, he lost no strength of servo, so he ran as fast as his legs would carry him (now fully human) over to the lamppost he had broken earlier, and hefted it up, prepared to hit Starscream with it.

Which meant that Starscream completely missed, shattering the pavement where his servo landed.

Laughing, he turned to face the now-human Prime, when all at once there was a flash of green witchfire. Starscream shuddered, clutching his torso as he stumbled back a pace.

"W-what...?"

His optics went wide with shock as that logical voice finally broke through.

"No... NO! no no no no NO no NO!" he screamed, his voice becoming an ear-splitting screech.

And then he began to shrink.

He howled in pain as he began to shrink, his air intakes collapsing back into his shoulders, his thrusters flattening back into his heels as he grew smaller and smaller...

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Smaller and smaller he grew, plating becoming cloth and limbs shifting from steel to flesh, null rays retracting back into his arms as his helm softened and became hair again. He screamed the whole time, an inhuman howl whose alien nature did not change no matter his size, a scream of absolute agony.

His wings were last - magnificent expanses of steel retracting into his back as he fell to his knees on the pavement and retched, his stomach trying to purge itself when there was nothing to purge. When his body was done reacting badly to the whole process, he howled again, before fading into a moan.

"No, no, no, I was so close this time, Megatron isn't even here I would have returned home trimphant as myself and with a transwarp device whose power may be unrivaled, with a few modifications on Primus I was so close so close why WHY?!"

He covered his face with his hands, and wondered, briefly, why his optics seemed to be leaking fluid, and what this tight feeling in his chest was.

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