-1Here's the action I promised.
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The alarm screeched, red lights flashing and flaring, making her drop the half-constructed microchip she had been forming. Looking up, she was barely aware than she had bared her teeth in a snarl. "They're back!" She could barely recognize her own voice in that growled statement. Standing up, she headed for the main entrance just like she was sure everybody else was doing. She knew her place on the battlefield: she was to stay with Ratchet and use her skills to help anyone who got injured. The first thing she noticed upon exiting the Ark was that everyone was already out. She was the last. Even Rumble was taking part, constantly darting around the battlefield and firing a small laser cannon at anything that moved and wasn't an Autobot, all the while chattering complete gibberish at the top of his metaphorical lungs. The others were already under cover. A quick look up showed her where Megatron was and what they were dealing with. Starscream was back, along with his three friends, but two more had joined them and they all carried powerful weapons. Megatron was once again letting them have it, but this time they were ready for him. Outnumbered and outgunned, the earthbound Autobots unable to do anything save watch and attempt futile shots, Megatron fought valiantly but found himself overwhelmed…
He barely had time to register that he had transformed out of his jet mode before he slammed face first into the mountainside, not too far from where Starscream had done the same thing. The world went black for a few seconds only to return dimmer than before. Six enemies, and him going at it pretty much solo… The odds were heavily stacked against him, with a very real possibility of him not walking away from this, but none of that so much as crossed his mind. At that point, all he knew was that he had to get up and continue the fight. It hurt to move, but the pain helped clear his mind a bit. His vision blurred slightly as he glared up at them. So Starscream had gotten Backfire and Downburst in on things, as well as Dirge, Ramjet and Thrust. Whip at the ready, he lashed out at the closest one, rather effectively disarming Ramjet since the whip coiled around his gun and yanked it clean out of his hands. Given a moment, he surveyed the battlefield and immediately decided that Fate couldn't have possibly dealt him a worse hand if it tried. There was no cover in sight and the slippery slope consisted of small rocks that shifted beneath every footstep, leading to a sheer cliff, below which the Ark and the Autobots waited. He cursed Starscream's advantage; why were he and his cohorts able to fly in their normal form when Megatron couldn't? They had the sky, they had come prepared this time, he had no cover, his allies couldn't possibly reach the mountaintop fast enough…
He didn't even see it coming. Dazed as he was, he hadn't noticed Dirge and Backfire moving in from behind. Two laser blasts, aimed and fired in unison, struck him square in the back, sending him to the ground with a harsh cry of pain. Face down on the rocky ground, he tried to recover at least a little, to struggle to his feet, but the world was spinning so badly that all he could do was get on hands and knees. There was a flicker at the edge of his vision, coming from the direction of the cliff. Turning slightly to look, he saw little tendrils of blue lightning bouncing uselessly off the rocks. Sarah, he realized. She was down there too, throwing every ounce of power in her still mostly human body into trying to help him even though she was out of range… A series of repeated thumps alerted him to the fact that the Decepticons were landing around him. "Oh, how I've longed to do this!" It was then that Megatron knew he was pretty much screwed; not from the weakness that filled him, not from the darkness that hovered at the edge of his vision, but from the way Starscream strolled over and kicked him in the side.
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Taking on six heavily armed opponents by yourself is virtually impossible for ANYBODY. Megatron included.