- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Training Facility – Holomatter Simulation
Blast-Off flew high above the simulated battlefield in his shuttle alt mode. As was often the case in the real world, the space warrior was separated from the rest of his teammates in order to provide the necessary air support they needed. On the one hand, this meant that he wasn’t confined by the closeness of ground combat like his comrades. On the other hand, he was also up there in the skies all alone, which was a feeling he experienced far too often. It wasn't something he ever wanted to admit to the others for fear of being ridiculed. Instead, Blast-Off kept his lonely feelings to himself and simply accepted his role as a member of the Combaticons. Besides, none of this really mattered here in the training room since he was the only thing that was real anyway.
Blast-Off banked left and caught sight of another group of Autobots that were attempting to flank the Combaticons position. Not on my watch, he thought as he opened a secured comm link to his faux comrades:
>>”This is Blast-Off. Be on alert. I’ve spotted a second squad of ‘bots flanking your positions. I’m moving in to intercept.”<<
The assault shuttle then took aim and opened fire on the flanking Autobots. His powerful x-ray laser burned through the enemy mechs, reducing many of them to charred husks while his twin cannons cut the rest of them down as they attempted to take cover. Once the space warrior was sure he had gotten them all, he opened another comm line to the fake Combaticons below:
>>”Second squad eliminated. Will maintain….” <<
Blast-Off’s communication was then interrupted by the sudden flicker of the surrounding simulation. The image of the battlefield below began to fade in and out as the holomatter projectors malfunctioned once again. “Fraggit all! I can’t even get in a little bit of training without something around here going wrong!”
Blast-Off transformed and landed by the control console. He pressed a few buttons and the simulation then completely disappeared, leaving only an empty room. As usual, the space warrior was alone with no one to help him deal with the broken training program. “I thought this slaggin’ thing was fixed. Stupid simulator!” Blast-Off kicked the side of the console, hoping it would do some good. It didn’t, of course, which agitated him even more.
With no other alternative, Blast-Off stormed out of the training room and headed for the command center where the real Combaticons would likely be waiting.