Loudmouth had run out of energon and was passed out on top of the scanner which was flashing red.
Flashback was warndering down to the engine room, when part of the ship’s thrusther’s expload.
A fillet of attack crafts piloted by organcis had surrounded Storm’s Wraith, and they open fire, destroying three of the defensive turrents
“This sounds bad.”
The fleet continues to fire upon Storm’s Wraith.
Dicius went to Loudmouth.
“What is happening?”
Direwolf did stuff
OOC: basically but I have school
The armada continues to lay waste to The Storm’s Wraith. Loudmouth works to pull up a defensive field around the ship
Dicius was there…
“Back yourselves!” Loudmouth orders over the intercom system. As the fleet fires on The thrusters. The Storm’s Wraith angles down, pulled by the gravity of a planet they were near. The ship’s falls through orbit, as fires gut through sections of the ship
The Storm’s Wraith continues its decent, as the flames pour out from the thrusters. Finially it crashes into the dirt and rock terrain of the planet, forming a crater as it does so. Loudmouth lays over the control panel as flames flicker around him.
Flashback slowly lumps around the ship
Dicius took loudmouth and exit from the ship.
The planet was covered in a mix of dirt and rock. Decepticon corpses littered he ground like candy out of a pinyatta.
“Where are we?”
Flashback limps around the ship as he checks for survivors.
Loudmouth was still offline.
“The primary logistics module is fried,” Dire muttered to himself, and several of the nueral linkages are shot," He complained, not in the engine room.
“This is soooo bad.”
Loudmouth still doesn’t stir.
Flashback limps around looking for shellrush.
“I am going to explore, maybe we find a city.”
He transformed into a Dacia an rolled away.