Chapter 26
At some unseen signal, the human-sized Terrorcons which my head screen identifies as 'T-2's (my head screen identified the Transformer-sized ones as 'T-1's but in the heat of combat I paid no attention to the markings and tags) lunge at me. But I blow the heads of five with my powerful crossbows before I roll away from the blood-dripping blades of the T-2s and knock one of its feet in the process. As the fallen T-2 snarls at me, I deliver a chop to its neck, paralyzing and silencing it for good. Someone tries to stab me from the back but I just open my wings again and cut the Terrorcon into pieces. I close them back again and draw out my crossbow rifle just in time to save a Peacekeeper wearing a torn white uniform by blasting another Terrorcon that almost gets his head. The Peacekeeper is none other than Darius. "You're here!" he cries out. I don't answer but knock another T-2 to the ground before pushing the muzzle of my gun into its mouth and pulling the trigger. Then I swing my head around just in time to see its comrade grabbing the butt of my rifle in an attempt to disarm me. But I will not be held up in a struggle, so despite the close-quarters situation induced so suddenly, I somersault with my legs aiming for the head with my hands still on the rifle and my feet pinion around the wretched creature's neck. One twist and some vital wires are severed.
The T-2 moans will pain and staggers about, disorientated. I easily put the muzzle of the crossbow rifle smack at its head and pull the trigger once more, blowing its head and the feet of Skywarp, passing by in pursuit of Ratchet. Skywarp yelps and topples down, with a burning tree crashing down on him at the same time ironically. With that, I activate my melee combat systems and draw my two swords out. A recommendation pops out on my head screen, advising me to use something called 'Adrena-C' to maximize an optimum melee combat performance. I select it without hesitation, and out of the blue adrenaline rushes into my veins like the surging of water in a flood. My entire world goes crazy and super fast. My breathing however, is as steady as a metronome and my heartbeat is normal. Looks like its not like some drug in the black market. My head screen targets more Terrorcons and I swing my blades about with a light hum. One lunges at me but I block its cuts and swing my blades with merely two fingers of each hand at him, dismembering its limbs and decapitating it.
I leap over plasma shots and slice another Terrorcon. It howls in pain and swipes its claw at me. But I am ready. Ready enough to block the claw and clash blades with another T-2. Then I fly into the air and swing my swords lightly at their heads, the blades controlled by the thumbs of my hands. They are instantly and effectively dispatched. I take into mind that I have just defeated three Terrorcons and have not broken into a sweat yet, despite being a newbie in melee. My test didn't even call for swords. Oh, well.
There is more to come, however. A squad of Peacekeepers with bloodless uniforms, probably reinforcements, arrive at the scene armed to the teeth, but five of them are taken down by razor blades screaming from the hands of assassin Terrorcons, which my head screen identifies as 'T-A's. The remaining soldiers can only scurry form them while attempting to gun them down with their rifles. But normal conventional bullets are only so effective against hectonic Terrorcon plating, as my head screen identifies. I connect the bottom ends of my two swords together and spin the duel-bladed weapon in the air with a beautiful hum and sends it flying, cutting five Terrorcons into half and the foot of a nearby giant T-1. It is enough for ratchet to subdue the bigger Terrorcon with plasma fire.
The double-bladed shaft returns to my hand like a boomerang and I catch it with ease. I pull it apart into two ordinary blades and block multiple Terrorcon slashes and plasma blasts in an effort to protect the remaining Peacekeepers, as well as chopping off the limbs and heads of the relentless Terrorcons. The tide of the battle seems to be turning as some have thrown down their arms and retreated rather cowardly. The fresh roar of hovercrafts, undeterred by the hiss of Decepticon missiles or the pitch of laser fire, eases my heart a little. As I skid under an unaware Terrorcon, cutting his guts open, my eyes look up upon the sky and I am aghast to see a Decepticon warhead heading straight for a hovercraft above me. The sight of a dozen Peacekeepers being burnt alive in the flaming wreck of a downed hovercraft, brothers and fathers and sons turned to ashes, is enough to unlock my missile jamming systems. Using my now enhanced mental abilities, I will the missile to change course and hit something else other than an Autobot or a human. Miraculously, it does and it lands smack into the face of a Terrorcon that is pinning Ironhide to the ground. This gives Ironhide the time to muster his strength and push the Terrorcon aside to subdue him with one punch. Then his optics turn to me. "You saved my life, human." he says, awed at this single action. "That was a neat move. Tell me, what do I call you in such times."
"Call me the Mockingjay. Or Jay, for short." I say. His optics flicker with recognition of the girl Bumblebee would have used to speak about, according to Pascal Latier. But he brushes it off and shouts, "Look out!" I turn my head just in time to see a Terrorcon unleash hell at me with a flamethrower. Without realising that I am using a very unsuitable weapon, I will the flames to go back where they came from with the missile jamming system. 'Psi abilities unlocked' my head screen says. Shock and terror is registered on the Terrorcon's face when the flames do go..back. Needless to say, the robot is incinerated completely by its own weapon. Ironic.
"That was close." I say. "Yeah. But look out, we have more!" grunts the Autobot veteran just before he dodges a plasma shot and fires back with his mega-guns. I spot the remains of the flamethrower, still flickering with flames. I spot more burning wrecks of Decepticon carcasses and vehicle remains. With my psi ability, I summon the flames from everything that is flickering red-orange in the vicinity and gather a maelstrom with a single thought. Flames leap into the air and form a inferno tsunami in front of the thunderstruck Decepticons and Terrorcons. I can swear that Skywarp is sweating not form the heat, but from fear. "What now?" Blackout asks. "Run." a Terrorcon says.
Too late. I release it all and every enemy on the battlefield is swept up into the air and burnt into submission. Every Terrorcon is reduced to charred bits of mahogany and the surviving Decepticons look as if they had stuck themselves in an oven for days. With that, the Decepticons were utterly defeated and all they could do was to retreat hastily with what left of their decimated forces.
I look at the flames licking at the trees now and let my mind rest, allowing the psi-starved fires to be extinguished by the wind. Cheers erupt from every side and tired but jubilant Peacekeepers straggle out of their makeshift trenches and blackened APCs to rejoice on our success. The Autobots slap each other high-five. Optimus Prime comes and he is limping, but he is none the less happier than the others. He sees me and is about to open his mouth to say something when I receive more orders on my head screen.
Without a word to anyone else, I open my wings and soar into the air to wards my next location, leaving a baffled Optimus Prime and rejoicing soldiers in a District that was now save from subjugation.