- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Mount St. Helens
As Hardhead heaved a huge chuck of volcanic rock to one side, he received Perceptor’s message over his comm line. Apparently, the green mech would be looking for Prime on his own as the Autobot scientist had other concerns than finding their fallen leader. Who cared about stupid energy readings when Optimus could be trapped under tons of debris just waiting to be rescued? The veteran soldier just couldn’t make sense of it.
>>”I hear you, Perceptor. Do what you gotta do while I look for Prime. Call if you need me.”<<
Hardhead steadied himself as another tremor shook the area. It was minor compared to some of the others he had felt in the short time he had been searching through the rubble. However, the quakes were likely to get worse before they got better as the mountain was still spewing ash and lava from the crater. Time was short and the green mech didn’t have the luxury to worry about what Perceptor was doing. Just as long as the scientist didn’t get in his way, everything would be fine.
Focusing his attention back to the task at hand, Hardhead stepped over a fallen tree and continued onwards, his optics covering a large swath of terrain for any signs of Cybertronian life. So far, however, there was nothing but a dead wasteland in front of him not unlike what Cybertron had also become thanks to their never ending war. It made Hardhead wonder if the same thing would also happen here on Earth. The very beginnings of which were readily apparent right in front of his optics. How long would it take before the entire planet looked like this? How long before Earth was just a dead husk that was no longer worth fighting over?
Hardhead's thoughts had strayed again, but he was quickly brought back to the here and now as he stumbled over something he had not noticed before. Looking down, the war veteran could see a metal object sticking out from under the wreckage of the Decepticon Base’s northern wall. He knelt down and wiped away the ash that was mostly covering it. What he found made his spark jump within his chest cavity. “A hand!” Hardhead exclaimed. “Hold on Optimus! I’m right here!”
The green mech was sure he had found Prime even though the arm in question was unrecognizable in both shape and color due to the damage it had sustained. It could very well belong to Megatron for all he knew, but Hardhead didn’t care as he grabbed a hold of the broken wall and lifted it up with all of the strength he could muster before throwing it aside. Underneath was what appeared to be a normal sized mech, covered with a layer of ash and dirt. Kneeling down again, Hardhead brushed away the grime before turning over the Transformer he had found.
It was not Optimus.
Hardhead’s spark sank back down into his chest cavity at the sight of some random dead ‘Con lying before him. “Slaggit!” The green soldier shouted as he stood back up. He was so sure he had found Prime only to be let down like this. Although, at least it wasn't Megatron, either. But that didn't give him much comfort. I’m not giving up! Hardhead thought to himself as he turned towards the ruins of the Decepticon Base. I’ll find him. I just know I will.
Putting the disappointment behind him, Hardhead tenaciously trudged forward across the volcanic landscape, still hoping that Prime was here somewhere just waiting to be found.