The high pitched cry of the sirens echoed in the hallway, In the background could be herd fighting as the Autobots desperately tried to prevent the invasion of a Decepticon's on the base.
This was one of the largest baes the Autobots force possessed and if it fell in enemy hands they would suffer an insurmountable loss. It would be even greater due to the fact that a couple of the most powerful Autobots officers were stationed here in the meantime, which is why losing wasn't an option.
"Squad four, cover Prime, Do not leave him alone" Prowl said "Squads six and seven, back up WheelJack near the engine room-"
::Prowl:: The SIC winced at the volume of comm screeching in his audios.:: Get me some fraggin' back up down here, slag it:: Ratchet snarled, at the same time giving orders to other medics ::The slaggin' pit spawned twins are barely holding up down hear:: A loud boom, gunshots and a hysteric cry of rage echoed in the back ground.
::Frag it all! Sideswipe is down!:: Ratchet yelled and more shots could be herd along with Sunstreaker's yells :: Primus, Prowl! Get us some back up NOW, slag it!:: The bright yellow medic cut the connection.
Prowl stared giving out new orders to all squads over the comm line, smoke still emitting from his weapons, as much he wish to join the fight he had a more important job at the mount. He berated himself for allowing such a tactical error and letting the enemy on board.
"Sir!, Distress signal coming from Red Alert and Inferno, they were forced to leave the security room. They are currently alone on the second level, near section Dalta and under heavy fire "Hot Spot said.
Prowl inwardly cursed, his battle computer came online, he could not afford to panic now. Every spark on board was depending on him and so was his spark mate. He has to salvage this pit of a battle. But who can he send to save Red and Inferno when all the other Squad were under heavy fire.
His mind went thought all the possibility and angles and keep coming up with one option, an option he did not like one bit not at all "Sir, we've lost connection with Ironhide's team!" some bot yelled.
Prowl cursed, He commed the mini-bots that were still online and ordered them to help Ironhide and the wreckers. He stand to fire at the cons and comm his spark mate:: Jazz, come in Jazz:: .
::Jazz hear Prowler:: Normally Prowl would correct him about his name but he doesn't have the time right now :: Jazz, Red Alert and Inferno are currently alone on the second level, near section Dalta and under heavy fire::
::And ya need ah ta get e'm:: Jazz asked :: Yes but bring a small team with you::
::Got ya Prowler:: Jazz said :: Jazz:: Prowl asked over the comm
::Yes::
::Please be safe:: Prowl them cut off the comm line.
"you two love" Jazz whisper "Blaster, Blades, Chase, with me " Jazz yelled as they made they way to Red Alert and Inferno location.
"Red! Inferno were are you" Chase call out over the fighting "over hear" Inferno yelled "Red glitched I can't move him"
"There two merry of them "Blades said " Move back to the security room" Jazz order " barricaded the doors "
Just when thing were getting under control, a loud explosion rocked the base and half the monitors went offline.
"Blaster!" Jazz yelled, "On it!" the communications officer rushed to plug in more jacks, while his optics dimmed in concentration.
There was nowhere for them to hide, none of them wanted to hide. Every single bot on base was fighting for one thing and one thing- survival. None of them were afraid to offline, Jazz bitterly mused that if somebot cared to listen to the gunshots, the cries of rage and pain as well as the cynical laughter it was like a bitter symphony. A symphony of offline and their echoing footsteps were the beat of it.
"Focu on the repair' the monitor, Blaster" Jazz ordered while more of his weapons heated up "Blades, Chase keep the cons out , Inferno get your mate"
The door was blasted open while at the same time the lights went out. Only the sounds of firing could be heard and a whisper to one lover over there bond ~ Love you Prowler~