by Smokescreen85 » Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:09 pm
- Motto: ""A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.""
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Corridors
As Smokescreen traversed the corridors of the Ark-22, his thoughts were constantly returning to Tracer and whether or not leaving her alone was a good idea. The rallybot tried to convince himself that she would be okay and that there was nothing to worry about. Unfortunately, he could not help but be concerned for her wellbeing, especially in light of the fact that she was hooked on an illegal narcotic not to mention her suffering from other mental issues. Hopefully, she would be able to operate the replicator in Wheeljack’s lab without much difficulty. Otherwise, Smokey might find himself in her company again sooner rather than later.
The diversion expert’s internal worries were then interrupted when he rounded a corner and spotted two mechs walking in his general direction. One was unfamiliar to him, a beige and red femme, big and strong looking, walking alongside another ‘Bot that Smokescreen recognized almost instantly. Blurr! Oh, my Primus, it’s Blurr! The rallybot stopped in his tracks, trying his best not to look like something was wrong or look like a complete buffoon. In reality, Smokey was fine if not a little star struck at the sight of the greatest racing champion that had ever lived. Blurr was the epitome of what Smokescreen had always inspired to become but had never succeeded in breaking free of his street racing reputation. The red and blue mech had once tried out for the Cybertronian Racing Circuit but was denied entry not because he wasn’t fast enough but because the officials looked down upon him for his illegal activities. After all, no one wanted a cheater and criminal racing beside them on the legal circuit.
Regardless of his failure, Smokescreen never stopped rooting for champions like Blurr and even Drag Strip. Of course, the latter had made all the wrong choices once the war broke out, leaving only Blurr as the one racer worthy of the diversion expert’s continued admiration. Now, here the speedster was, walking right towards the rallybot in his usual swift manner. Smokey had seen the blue mech on board the Guardian previously but had yet to muster up enough courage to approach him. Swallowing hard, Smokescreen slowly and casually moved forward again with a smile that quickly extended from one audio receptor to the other as he neared the object of his fandom.
“Um...hi, Blurr...um,” Smokescreen started to say, sounding like an idiot protoform who had lost all sense of purpose. “How are you doing?” The rallybot paused for a moment as he scratched the back of his cranium while his processor searched for something non-retarded to say next. “Um, I know we really haven’t chatted much in the past, but I just wanted you to know that I’m a really big fan of yours and I always thought you were a way better racer than that hack, Drag Strip. He could never hold an energon cube to your talents. It’s too bad the war had to ruin everything, you know? I’d love to hang out with you and talk racing when you have a spare astrosecond if that’s okay?”
The diversion expert put his hand back down to his side and tried to keep the ever widening grin from cutting his faceplate completely in half. He then glanced over and up at Ingram, not wanting to ignore the large femme for fear that she would take offense and pound him into the floor. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve ever met,” Smokey began to say as he extended his hand in friendship. “Name’s Smokescreen. I’m the resident diversionary tactician around here. It’s nice to meet you, Miss...?”
Bridge - Observation Lounge
Bluestreak was more than a bit shocked by the continued aggression displayed between Ratchet and Axle. The two medical officers clearly had deep rooted issues that went well beyond the CMO’s usual unpleasant disposition. Their conflict seemed to have a lot to do with Hex, but there was likely more to it than that. The gunner considered saying something, as always, but thought better of it. He would probably only be ignored or even yelled at by Ratchet, which was one mech’s ire that the chatterbot wanted to avoid.
It was Ultra Magnus with his calm and rational demeanor that succeeded in settling things down. The Sector Commander knew what had to be done even if he didn’t have all of the answers as yet. Magnus was not willing to abandon Hex, Hardhead or Hot Rod and knew that time was of the essence here. The large blue mech also knew and agreed that the Autobots themselves could not fight a demigod alone. It would take cooperation with the Decepticons to make that happen. When Magnus assigned Bluestreak to him for the time being, the black and silver gunner looked up and nodded in understanding. “Of course, sir. I’ll provide whatever help I can in these matters. I...”
Bluestreak’s ramble was cut mercifully short as Ultra Magnus exited the observation lounge and re-entered the main bridge. The chatterbot stood from his seat and quickly followed along with the others who had attended the briefing. Once on the bridge proper, ‘Streak immediately took up a position directly beside the City Commander as the armored Autobot accessed a multi-purpose terminal and unlocked a variety of private medical records on the three Autobot “heralds” before brining up diplomatic documents that were likely to be used in negotiating with the Decepticons. Once that was done, Magnus issued orders to both Springer and Blaster, instructing them to find a secluded place on Earth where they could meet as well as make contact with the Thanatos.
The Autobot gunner silently observed, knowing that his usual ramblings would not be tolerated during such a dire situation. Bluestreak liked to babble to be sure but that did’t mean he could not control himself when he wanted or, in this case, needed to. Sparks were at stake and he would be damned if he let his overused vocals put any Autobot, possessed or not, at further risk. Instead, he kept his comments short and productive. “Commander Magnus, I noticed that you were just focusing in on the Cybertronian Unity Clause, a legal document that had been agreed to by both factions near the onset of this war. If you want my opinion, it’s a good place to start. However, with Megatron gone, I’m not sure if his replacement, whomever that is, would be as willing to abide by it. Of course, I wouldn’t fully trust Megatron to abide by it, either, but that’s just me.”
Bluestreak then grew quiet just as Springer announced that he had discovered three possible locations where a meeting could be set up. That hadn’t taken long, but then again the green triplechanger was very good at his job. Without moving from the City Commander’s side, the gunner listened to the descriptions of all three areas. Of the options, ‘Streak liked one in particular the best. “If I may interject, sir, I think the African Savanna would be the best option for us. It’s in a wide open region with very few places for the 'Cons to hide an ambush or stage any other kind of trap. It would be the safest for us there, Commander.”
(OOC: A post for Hound will be forthcoming.)