Come on Downdraft, Beachcomber said as he walked towards the beachhead, if you sit around in your alt mode staring at the waves, you'll never get to see the turtles.

Downdraft sighs as he transforms into his robot form.  The "skis" from his seaplane form flipping up to reveal his feet, the glass covering over by hull, his propellers turning into his sword, "I could stay and look at these waves all day.  I'm glad the humans enjoy the waves as much as we do."

The two transformers being walking down the beach. Their large feet leaving craters in the sand that will eventually be washed away by the tides. Seagulls call out to each other and pick through the foot prints for the bits of food that are uncovered by the bot's passage. As they get close to the nesting grounds, a large dark shape is already on the scene. Sitting in the sand, another large robot is looking at the nesting grounds as well. Covered in a large cloak, only a purple and blue arm sticks out from Downdraft and Beachcomber's vantage point from under it.

"Seems we have another nature buff, who do you assume that is?" Downdraft whispers to Beachcomber.

"I don't know", Beachcomber says as he watches the other Cybertronian. "If it was one of our fellow Autobots, they should have radioed us."

"The other Autobots aren't as interested in nature as we are, and this one seems to be interested in your turtles.  I'd hate to think a Decepticon would be here, but that seems the most likely situation.  The question is, what do we do about it without injuring the turtles.  Are the turtles around here for a while or will they leave soon?  I'd hate to miss them, but I'd hate to put them in danger while we check this out even more.  Maybe our best bet is to go back to the grotto we started at and wait this guy out." Aqua whispered to Beachcomber.  He knew the other would hate to put the turtles in danger as much as he would.  Hopefully his plan makes sense to him as well.

"If we call out to him now, we might get him to come to us," he suggests.

"I have no idea what the turtles are going to do or for how long," he just shrugs.

"And what?  Tear up the beach if he is a Decepticon?  At least let's go wait in the grotto until he takes flight or starts to leave the jungle.  We get to watch the waves, he starts to leave, we intercept outside of this beach paradise, and then confront him if he's a Decep, and welcome him if he's an Autobot." Downdraft offers as an option to just calling out to the unknown robot.

Just as you two are talking over what to do, the being stands. "Welp," it says as it dusts it's hands, "time to collect." It then begins moving towards the turtles. As it walks, it pulls the covering off to reveal a large hulking body with a missile launcher over his shoulder. There are also a pair large wings that are folded into his frame as well as wheels on his calves. The covering, he flips around into a either a net or a bag. It's hard to tell from this direction.

The Merc Doubledealer is on the move.

"Ok, now he's disturbing the beauty.  I say we stop that.  I hit them high you hit them low?" Downdraft suggests as he points to the sky and ground indicating high and low.

"If we do that," Beachcomber says with a worried voice, "we might hit the turtles or someone else."

Doubledealer moves closer to the turtles as they are warming themselves in the sun. The air and the water are cold, so the reptiles move slowly as they look towards the mercenary. He isn't close enough for them to move on their own, but he is close enough that he could use a weapon on them at this point.

"So we what?  Allow him to take them, thus ruining part of the beauty of this area?  We've got to protect the beauty.  I'll do it alone if I have to, but I'd rather have the help.  This isn't a situation where we get to choose a path that doesn't disturb nature.  Besides, maybe we can lead him off and out of this area." Downdraft explained to Beachcomber.

"Then lead the way and I'll be right behind you," he says as he transforms into his buggy mode ready for action.

Downdraft soars into the sky, watching the Mercenary waiting for his moment to fire.  Finding a moment where it appears he'll hit Doubledealer instead of the turtles, he takes time to aim and fires from his gun.

Downdraft rolled 13 using 1d10+9 ((4)).  Rolled kind of crappy, but let's hope that my natural Firepower will be enough to overcome his Endurance/Defense.

Actually you just roll a d10 and try to get under the target stat your rolling against. So you rolled a 4 vs your firepower of 4. The first number should be your bot abilities with the second being your alt mode abilities. Since you rolled your Firepower exactly, you gained a critical hit. This means that the only way he can resist taking damage is if he also rolls his Defense stat number as well. If he just succeeds, he takes all the damage you roll, if he fails, he takes double. Go ahead and roll your damage.