- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Smokescreen was about to go back to cleaning up the lab when Tracer sudden appeared in front of him, giving the rallybot a warm smile. As she reached out and took his hands into her own, she apologized for yelling at him earlier, admitting that while the Syk was working it hadn’t been a full dose and thus her mood could still swing from hot to cold in an instant. The diversion expert never completely understood what her condition did to her or how it worked exactly. He never wanted to ask for fear of upsetting her. However, now Smokey didn’t have to as the troubled femme offered up the best explanation she could think of. The casino comparison was inspired and helped him to better comprehend her mental frame of mind and how it could fluctuate so suddenly.
“That sounds terrible,” Smokescreen admitted as the femme’s hands withdrew from his. “I can’t imagine living like that. Although, I can’t believe that there’s no one else with your affliction. There has to be someone with at least a similar condition. If we could just find that individual, maybe we could learn a way to better manage it. You know, if it wasn’t for this Primus-forsaken war, maybe there would have been a legitimate doctor somewhere who might have found cure by now, but I digress.” The rallybot shook his cranium before flashing her a reassuring smile. “And don’t worry about before. I can handle whatever anger issues you have. I won’t take offense, believe me.”
At Tracer’s next suggestion, Smokescreen chuckled, as well. “Yeah, I agree. We’ll just handle the safe stuff that won’t destroy us all. Heh.” The troubled femme then excused herself to give Razr an energon ration. “No problem, Trace. Take your time,” the rallybot said as he watched the little turbofox come out to get his treat. The small critter was cute and ultimately unaware of the problems his master had to face on a cycle to cycle basis. Sometimes, ignorance was bliss.
Once that was taken care of, Tracer returned to Smokescreen’s side and asked him if they could take a walk once the lab was straightened up. The red and blue mech stared back at her in an understanding manner. Like him, she didn’t want to be cooped up in a lab until Axle got around to giving them the okay to leave. Although, Wheeljack previously said that the field medic only had to give the okay for them to return to active duty and not just to take a simple walk. “Hmmm, you know we just got back from a walk,” Smokey started to say as he let out a sigh that showed defeat on his visage. “Okay, fine. We’ll go for another walk afterwards. Maybe we could head down to the mess hall and have a drink or something. Just as long as you’re feeling up to it, I guess it’ll be all right. I can’t say that I blame you. It won’t take long before I go stir crazy around here, too.”
Smokescreen smiled as he moved over to the storage closet, stopping at the entrance to look back at Tracer. “Well, let’s get this job done. The sooner this place is cleaned, the sooner we can get the slag outta here!” With that said, the diversion expert entered the closet and continued the task of organizing Wheeljack’s belongings, or at least the safe ones.
The first to speak up was Ironfist, a small mech but a very capable engineer in his own right. He had designed some of the most sophisticated weapons the Autobot army had ever seen. The Wrecker enthusiast was a perfect choice of this team of scientific minds, especially when it came to the defenses that would have to be built or re-imagined for their new Earth-bound base. Of course, the small Autobot had some reservations regarding the SkyShield that Ultra Magnus wanted them to build around the planet. Ironfist had a good point, one they would all have to keep in mind when constructing the protective, worldwide space net.
“It’s not that we’re creating a fortress planet, Ironfist,” Wheeljack responded to the weapons engineer. “Magnus simply wants us to protect it. That’s all. I mean, it’s not like we’re going to enslave the human race or set up a series of weapons platforms in orbit. This SkyShield is just a way to keep watch over things and to more importantly keep the ‘Cons from using their orbital bounce capabilities. We’re not going to interfere with anything the humans want to do. Plus, we’re going to have to be careful considering the fact that the humans already have an international space station in orbit and we don’t want those astronauts to find any of our spy modules. Infiltration protocols are still in affect here.”
Once he was finished addressing Ironfist’s concerns, Wheeljack’s attention was drawn to Perceptor, who had a grave concern of his own. Apparently, the scientist turned sniper had refined a sample of the new ore that was discovered in the destroyed Decepticon headquarters at Mount St. Helens. It had the potential of increasing their power ten fold if it was only successfully put through the testing stage. Perceptor was very worried about the probability that the Decepticons had already refined the ore for themselves, which would place the Autobots at a serious disadvantage.
“Interesting,” the mechanical engineer replied as he studied Perceptor’s anxious features. “Magnus made no mention of the new ore sample or his desire to see it tested at our meeting. I’m a little surprised by this considering that this new power source could be used to eventually energize Autobot City. Potentially, we wouldn’t even need to mine minerals from the planet, itself, if we had enough of this ore around.” Wheeljack paused for a moment as he kept his optics locked on the scientist/sniper. “Perceptor, did you inform Magnus of your progress on refinement. If so, what did he say?”