- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
As the intense light of hyperspace quickly dissipated on the primary view screen, Bluestreak could begin to see the blue orb known as Earth. Unlike Cybertron’s dual moons, this world had only one which appeared to be as dead as Cybertron, itself, currently remained. So, this is the planet that everyone seems so obsessed with, the Autobot gunner thought as he admired the beauty of the lush world. Well, if the past is any indication, it’ll soon end up as dead and barren as every other planet the Decepticons have gotten their wretched hands on. Unless, of course, we stop them this time.
Hearing Kup’s orders regarding the stealth systems, Bluestreak quickly went to work at his control console and initiated the Ark-22’s stealth drive. Once he had checked to ensure that everything was operating according to spec, the gunner turned to address Kup. “Sir, the stealth systems are online and fully functional. We are invisible to both enemy and Earthing detection.”
Once he had given his report, Bluestreak glanced over at Howlstrike, who had gone back to meditating and was apparently unaware of their arrival in the Sol System. “Hey, Howl! Wake up! We’re approaching Earth.”
“I’m not sleeping, idiot!” The former Predacon snorted back as his optics came alive once more. “And I know exactly where we are. I’m not unconscious of my surroundings when I meditate. I am aware on a certain level of what is going on.”
“Well, that’s comforting,” Bluestreak replied, sarcastically. “You know, if infiltration protocols are still in effect like Kup says, then you may need a new alt mode, especially if we have to go down there at any point. I doubt a mechanical beast would blend in very well.”
“Perhaps,” Howl replied, unconcerned. “Of course, this beast mode is technically an Earth creature called a timber wolf. I took it’s form when I was here briefly before being reassigned to Cybertron. I could always use a holomatter projection to appear organic to the natives if need be.” The hunter grinned at ‘Streak, his canine-like fangs protruding slightly from under his mouth piece. “You, on the other hand, will need to chose something entirely different from your current Cybertronian mode if you are to mingle with the humans.”
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”
“I’m sure you will,” Howlstrike grunted before standing. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
The former Predacon then made his way over to the command chair where Kup was still seated. The tracker stood silently next to his old friend as he trained his optics on the blue and green planet called Earth which filled the main view screen. It was curious to him that while he had been in orbit here previously, he had never actually had a chance to bounce down to the surface, itself. Sure, Howl seen images of what the landscape looked like, but that wasn’t quite the same as actually being there in the metal. Maybe now he’d have a chance to go down and see what all the fuss over this backwater world was about.
Transmission from Prowl:
>>”Kup, nice to have you and your crew back in the Sol System. I just wish it was under better circumstances. Yes, there is much to discuss, I’m afraid. However, I’m also currently trying to oversee two major skirmishes down planet side. The ‘Cons are apparently desperate for fuel and are raiding multiple targets at once. As a result, I’ve dispatched two teams to counter their efforts, one led by Ironhide and the other by Hot Spot. So, once you are situated on your end, Kup, you can bounce over here to the Guardian if you like so that I can continue to closely monitor the data feeds coming in from the battles as we hold our meeting. If you have no objections, I will see you soon.”<<