- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Mongolian Valley - Shuttle Landing Site
Smokescreen showed little reaction as one of his energy webs grazed Oil Slick on the leg, which only caused the ‘Con to stumble a bit before he returned to his motorcycle alt mode. For an astrosecond, the rallybot thought that his adversary was going to charge directly at him again, but it soon became apparent that this would not be the case. The Decepticon chopper suddenly veered off towards the shuttle where the Syk dealer transformed once more and sought cover on the opposing side of the Autobot craft. All the while, Smokey continued firing but had little success in striking his enemy before the 'Con disappeared from his sights.
“Slaggit!” Smokescreen cursed under his breath as he quickly checked his rifle’s energy levels while keeping a close optic on the shuttle where Oil Slick was now hiding behind. The chemist was way too close to Tracer for the diversion expert’s liking, but at least she was safely locked inside doing whatever she needed in order to get better. Hopefully, she had already injected herself with the Syk and was well on her way to recovering from this desperate bout with her addiction. Unfortunately, time was not on their side and that became even more apparent at the sight of toxic fumes bellowing into the air from the place where Oil Slick had sought cover. It appeared as though the ‘Con was using his chemicals on something, but what?
Oh, no! Smokescreen thought as the obvious answer entered his processor. The maniacal chemist was spraying the shuttle with some kind of acid, which would soon eat right through the hull and expose a likely still recovering Tracer to his vengeful wrath. If Smokey didn’t do something soon to stop Oil Slick, he would surely be faced with a hostage situation that could only end badly for both of them.
Opening another comm line to Tracer, Smokescreen attempted to warn her of the impending danger: >>”Tracer! It’s Smokescreen outside! I think Oil Slick is using his chemical sprayers to eat through the hull of the shuttle. You need to be on guard in case he’s able to get inside! Do you read me, Trace? Are you there?! Tracer!!”<<
As was the case with his prior transmission to the troubled femme, Smokescreen heard no immediate response. He could only assume that she was okay and probably just reacting to the Syk in some way that prevented her from replying to him. At least, that’s what he hoped. But until he got inside the shuttle to see for himself, there was no telling what condition she was currently in. Regardless, he needed to act now before the dealer got to her first.
Exposing myself is not a good idea, but I have no other options, Smokescreen considered as he readied his electro-disruptor rifle. There was little to no cover to be had around the shuttle except for trees and other vegetation, but that would provide little protection from his adversary's arsenal of weaponry. Once he was out there, he’d be at the mercy of fate, and hopefully it would fall in his favor. The rallybot leaned his back against the boulder and took a deep breath before turning and peeking around the large rock once again. He could clearly see the toxic cloud getting bigger by the astrosecond. There was no time left to lose. It was now or never.
Primus be with me, Smokescreen thought as he off-lined his optics for a brief moment in a silent prayer before they glowed back to life again. Smokey then darted out from behind his cover, transforming into his 350Z alt mode and zooming towards the shuttle until he had reached the opposite side where Oil Slick quickly came into view. “Hey, Slick, try melting some of this!” The diversion expert yelled as he skidded his vehicle form around and unleashed another cloud of smoke at the chemical expert. It was a smaller plume than the last time, but he hoped it would be enough to at least stop the gangly mech’s assault on the shuttle and divert his attention away from Tracer.
Once the last of the black cloud was dispensed, the diversionary tactician reverted to robot mode and slowly backed away from the side of the shuttle with his rifle raised and ready for Oil Slick to possibly come charging through the magnetic smoke at any moment. “Come on, Slick! What are you waiting for? I’m right here! Can’t you see me?” The taunts were intended to anger the chemist even further so that he would be too blinded by rage to think clearly. Combine that with not being able to see clearly through the cloud, and Smokescreen thought he might actually have a chance to make a kill shot against the bane of Tracer's existence.