- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Outside Transport Room / Corridors
Smokescreen listened as the twins filled him and Windcharger in on some of the details of what amounted to a small skirmish. He smiled at Sideswipe’s comment about Thundercracker and Laserbeak, but he was none too happy with Sunny bad mouthing his friend, Jazz. There was something about Sunstreaker that irked Smokey to the very core of his spark. The yellow warrior often came off as condescending towards others and didn’t seem to care about anyone or anything but himself. The only exception was his brother and even that was a precarious relationship at best.
“I’m sure Jazz did what he could,” Smokescreen assured Sunny as the damaged white mech was placed on the cart. The diversionary tactician then got behind the makeshift gurney, turning to Windcharger in the process. “Come on, ‘charger. Let’s get Jazz down to the repair bay so Ratchet can get him online again.”
Smokescreen then made his way past the twins, pushing the cart and Jazz down the hallway and around the corner. When he was sure Sunstreaker was far enough away he turned to Windcharger again. “Sunny can be a real slaghead sometimes,” Smokey said quietly to the minibot. “The way he spoke about Jazz just now really sizzles my circuits.” It took a lot to get Smokey angry, especially at another Autobot. He was usually very friendly and easygoing, except when he was around Sunstreaker. No matter how hard he tried, Smokey just couldn’t warm up the the yellow mech and now he had even more reason not to like Sunny.
Moments later, Smokescreen entered the repair bay. “Hey, Ratchet! I got Jazz here. He’s banged up pretty bad and in stasis lock. Please do what you can for him.”
Finally, Trailbreaker was finished. It had taken him a while, but the black mech had gone through the ship’s armory and took a complete inventory of every gun, every warhead, every laser cartridge and every bit of ammunition they had. He went down a detailed checklist on his datapad and made sure that everything was fully stocked and accounted for. ‘Breaker didn’t expect to be low on anything since there hadn’t been much in the way of action since the Autobots arrived on Earth four years ago, with the exception of a few minor skirmishes here and there. But he had to make sure nothing had been misplaced and everything was where it was supposed to be. Time to take the inventory up to Ironhide, the defensive strategist thought as he exited the armory.
The door slid open and Trailbreaker stepped on to the command deck. He approached Ironhide with the datapad in hand. “Ironhide, I just took a full inventory of the armory. Everything is as it should be. I even straightened the place up a bit.” He then handed the checklist to his commander. “Now, if there’s nothing else, sir, I thought I might run a few tests on the ship’s weapon systems to make sure everything is up to spec.”
Trailbreaker then took a seat at a workstation next to Brawn. Using his security codes, ‘Breaker accessed the Ark-19’s weapon systems and began running a computer simulation that would basically gauge how well the ship’s automated weapons would respond to an attack. They would not actually fire, of course. That could potentially give away their position. It was all done within the simulation.
While waiting for the test to finish running, the black mech looked over at Brawn. “So, Brawn, how have ya’ been? I've not seen you around lately. You working on anything interesting?”