Scene #767: Target: Miner's Check Mate

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Optimus Prime	There has been a long stalemate happening over Mining Station Zephyr, both forces were not gaining any ground here and neither were losing any either. Lives were being lost pointlessly in this little hang up and something needed to budge. This is where someone at nearly thirty-five feet tall comes in, the Autobot Commander exits out of the transwarp-gate connection many of the Multiverse areas and walks across the massive stations surface. His rifle in his hand, those bright blue optics glowing against the darkness of void around the station itself. "Confederacy!" His voice rumbles across to all as he takes another step. "Leave now. Your battle has ended here and further continued stalemate will lead to your eventual deaths." He then raises up his rifle and fires off three laser shots to make his point. Those massive feet of his stepping easily over some of the union members trying to get back behind the lines. "This is your only warning. Leave or force will be taken!"
General Zod	A minute or two later, stepping out of a portal rig set up by the Confederate troops in the area is a humanish figure, in semi-gloss black armor with a black cape, with an eerie black skull-ish forcefield covering the face. He stides confidently towards the Autobot and Union forces, showing little fear of the weapons pointed at him. "I am Lieutenant Dru-Zod of the CEF, and I too am here to end this stalemate." He gestures almost nicely with one hand. "I am told we have been negotiating with the Union lately over the target zones. Do you wish to continue talking, as your reputation might suggest? Or are you tired of stall tactics and the empty promises of politicians?" Zod folds his arms across his chest, waiting for Optimus to decide.
Optimus Prime	The Autobot Commander stares down at Zod. those blue optics dim slightly as he goes through data-base records of what they may have on this Confederate elite. The rifle for now is held in both hands, the battle plate hiding the slight frown on his face. As it would seem though some visual ear marks separate him for the other Optimus Prime, people continue to believe he is the same. "I believe you mistaken me for the other Optimus Prime." He says clearly. "Though communications are not beyond me, I am not here for political truce talks." Those optics then flicker brightly as he narrows them. "And you should not think of me for the other," Those optics of his burn ever brighter, "For that will be your first mistake." He raises up his rifle and then takes aim, the barrel starts to flicker green deep within. "Because I am here to end this with force." He opens fire at General Zod, the shot however seems to be aimed to actually miss, but its the blast radius that Zod will need to watch out for. "Now Leave!"
General Zod	This was not a particularly good place for Zod to fight, as it lacks sufficient starlight to make a lasting battle feasible and there's no air for his body to metabolize for his more exotic abilities. No super senses, no heat beams, no flight in this environment. Strength, speed, and endurance on a clock. A large energy weapon as well. Yep, this is not an ideal fight for Zod, so he'll have to be clever about it. "I know how it feels, Prime. The old fossils that ruled Krypton let my world die." He says as he adjusts himself after the warning shot. He jumps at Prime, aiming for a knee, but not a kick. A jump off point in zero-g instead, angling for the Autobot leader's gun with a leaping kick to knock the weapon away. "Imagine being forced to watch the people you loved and protected die. From inaction."
Optimus Prime	Zod's words cause a sneer behind the battle plate. Inside he is having to remind himself that these people do not know. They don't know what has happened to Cybertron.. /His/ Cybertron. "Do /NOT/ lecture me or think you can begin to understand how I /feel/." His words are as cold as the steel of the very station they stand on. When Zod impacts his hand, he will find the Autobots grips is ever as strong on the weapon, but he does manage to cause the hand to flinch, only for the other hand to come around to reach for him, "My own world is dead because of politics and power games. A world I could only watch die because of its resources robbed." If his hand gets around Zod, he will then fling the man toward a part of the station.
General Zod	The Kryptonian armor is surprisingly durable, as is the man in the suit. The Kryptonian pushes back with astonishing strength for a man-sized being as Prime grabs him, and tumbles through space as the much larger Cybertronian flings him, a few heartbeats passing before Zod stops himself by smashing his gauntleted fingers into a panel of the station and grabbing it, peeling it up as he kills his momentum. Zod reorients himself and hurls the panel at Optimus, sending himself skidding across the Mining Station, sparks spraying up from his armored boots. Zod smiles under the eerie helm. "I know that anger- that impotent rage as you watched everything crumble around you. Is that why you're different from the other Optimus Primes?"
Optimus Prime	The piece of metal is flown at Optimus Prime and with a fluid motion the Autobot Command actually catches it. The metal however does bit into his armored hand, tearing into the cybertronian alloy in his palm and giving him a bit of a minor cut from the sheer force of impact. "I'll let you make your own opinion on that Lieutenant." Prime says back calmly, hiding back that hint of emotional rage trying to cling through, trying to keep his own emotions in check. Reminding himself again-- they don't know better. They are not at fault. You are a Prime now-- act like one! Do not repeat what you had done to Megatron. They do not deserve it. Optimus hand tightens on the metal, then with a fling of the piece of shrapnel, he throws it back at Zod, yet it will dig in before it ever makes the impact, its the force-- the impact, that Zod will need to becareful of when it rips up smaller sheets of metal from the force. It would seem the Autobot Commander is trying to hold back...
General Zod	The suit's forcefield helm flickers and wobbles as the shrapnel batters and knocks Zod about, fragments of the armor's shoulder and gauntlets ripped away from the impact. A gout of gas and moisture erupts from where containment on the helm is breached, forcing Zod to stumble forward and drop to a knee. "What if you had the opportunity to build anew, hmm?" He says as he regains his footing, fighting the gray at the edge of his vision as the suit's atmospherics regenerate from the partial vacuum. "Wouldn't you fight for that?" Zod says after taking a deep lungful of Kryptonian atmosphere. Zod leaps, moving faster than the human eye can follow as he aims for the angry Autobot's face with an armored fist. Normally he would wear his opponent down with a flurry of attacks, but the sheer size of the Autobot and limited use of his super powers dictate that he go for raw force.
Optimus Prime	Optimus hears what Zod has to say, but he doesn't respond right away. Instead when Zod comes in strikes, the armor fist slams into the battle-plate of the Autobot commander's face. It dents the battle plate and before Zod can get away, he will find the titan of a machine reaching out to grab him once more. Those optics are burning, his hand is moving as if he wants to crush Zod within his fingers. "I already fight for the future. I fight for the multiverse-- our new home-- and I will not let it fall into the same ashes that I allowed..." He doesn't even finish that sentence. Instead his teeth grit behind the battle-plate, before his hand relaxes for a moment, those optics of his dim. Zod may have a chance to escape in that moment, as Prime inhales deeply. Old ghosts run so deep indeed, because of if Zod does not run, he may find himself going right for a ride in Prime's hand and right for a wall of the very station as those optics flare back to life. On the upside, it is also perhaps Prime's own hand that will protect Zod from most of the impact as well-- what small comfort that may be.
General Zod	The titantic fist, clenching Zod, slams into the wall of the station, knocking out the last vestiges of Zod's helmet and puncturing a hole in the station's wall, a great gout of atmospherics engulfing and rushing past Zod as he gasps for breath. His vision and hearing swims as the new senses flare to life and then dull to only slightly above baseline as the oxygen is quickly metabolized into his system. Maybe if he can get his bearings, he can unleash one final attack before his reserves are exhausted. For now, the former General attempts to pry his way free of Prime's grasp. Zod certainly can't talk now because he can't spare the breath. So Prime has managed to shut the man up.
Optimus Prime	Once Prime releases Zod he finds that the strike had a done bit more then he was-- hoping for. Those blue optics gaze upon the organic with the fact the damage he has now brought forth. If he was like any human, with a proper suit-- it could possibly be the end of his life. Yet Zod didn't hit like a normal human and this was the multiverse.. it was hard to say what anyone was capable of really. The Autobot Commander only takes a step back. "Leave." He says with his optics dim. "Go. To continue this battle is useless and you will only get yourself killed without a proper environmental suit." His optics narrow slightly. His thoughts remaining to himself in wonder if the man even /needs/ one. Yet in belief that this battle was surely over, that no organic being would be foolish enough to continue to fight in such circumstances, he actually goes to turn his back on Zod. That-- may be a large mistake...
General Zod	The Kryptonian waves to the Confederate forces, signaling a withdrawal back to friendlier territory. He sees little point in continuing a losing battle and decides to cut his losses, withdrawing with the troops that were here.
Optimus Prime	Optimus Prime watches as the Confederate forces start to leave, he also makes sure that the union forces here don't try to follow-- or shoot at them really. After all, no reason to further the violence more then it already has. The Autobot Commander rests his rifle on his shoulder and looks at where he slammed his fist at. Then at the other locations of damage. His index finger taps the side of his rifle in thought, before he turns away from the former battle field making his way back to the gate on the Union side. This was a battle he was not overly happy with himself about...