Ironhide had his sensors locked on Hound
, and was roaring towards him at the top speed he could manage underwater, all the while trying to ignore the illusionary forest that he was passing through at break-neck speed. He breathed a sigh of relief when the illusions suddenly dissipated making his trek much, much easier.
“Blaster, be ready to grab Hardhead. Ah don’t wanna slow down any more than ah gotta,” he said as they barreled down on Hound and his wounded cargo.
“Don’t worry. We’re good to go,” Blaster said. In the few moments they’d been in the back, the communications specialist had recalled Ramhorn and called Eject forth once more. Ramhorn was stronger, but hands were needed for this particular job.
As the big red truck closed in, Eject and Rewind leaned over the side, grabbing up Hardhead
’s body and hauling it up onto the back of the truck with them. The big warrior wouldn’t come close to actually fitting into the bed itself, but with them holding on, they were able to keep him balanced onboard and at least not dragging the ground. It slowed their flight down considerably, and poor Ironhide would be feeling the strain from this particular stunt for days to come, but they would make it clear, and Hound, free of his burden, should as well.
Ironhide poured on every bit of speed he could muster, his sensors tracking the bombs countdown to extinction, and reached a safe distance with barely an astrosecond to spare. The blast wave of the explosion was powerful and would have been even more devastating had the Autobots not managed to transport the bulk of the energon from the vessel, but it wasn’t enough to knock the severely overloaded truck from its wheels. He ground to a stop as the concussion passed and activated his sensors.
A few moments were required to sort through the static and determine that all the Autobots had survived, though one besides Hardhead was in stasis lock. Tension flowed from him when he knew everyone was, if not safe, then at least alive.
>>Aw right, all Autobots
crank up yer locator beacons, ah’m callin’ back to the Ark fer a bounce. If yer haulin’ out wounded, make sure you got a good grip on ‘em,<< he transmitted on a general frequency, then switched to a private channel for the benefit of Lore-lock. >>Just turn up the gain on yer beacon Lore-lock
. If that don’t work just lemme know and ah’ll come dig yuh out.<<
“Blaster, call Prime and let’im know we’re ready to go.”
“You got it,” Blaster replied, then opened a long range channel back to the Ark.Skies above the crash site
"Oh you're absolutely right we will," Ramjet muttered as he fell into formation with the other Decepticons streaking away from the battle-site. The conehead was even looking forward to it. He'd taken chastisement from Megatron, because, for now at least, Megatron was the stronger, and Ramjet was in no position to resist. Starscream, on the other hand, was much more in Ramjet's weight class. If Screamer thought Ramjet would let him berate him for calling attention to his flawed plans, then Screamer had another think coming.