- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Southern Mongolia - Rendezvous Point
Smokescreen continued his charge as several of his electrical energy shots struck a startled Oil Slick, forcing him down to his knees before the dealer finally collapsed faceplate first on to the ground. The rallybot was pleased that his surprise attack had worked as planned, a small grin forming on his own mechanical visage. That grin faded quickly when Tracer decided it would be a good idea to get back up and run towards him, screaming at the diversion expert that he had ruined everything. Smokey didn’t let her harsh words bother him as he had expected such a reaction. The red and blue racer also knew that a good portion of that response came from her condition more than the real mech that existed just underneath the surface.
Smokescreen slowed down, almost to a halt, as Tracer stopped directly in front of him. He immediately ceased firing and brought his rifle up, expecting her to come up to him and slap him across the faceplate. “Tracer, I...” Smokey started to say, but his words trailed off as he watched the troubled femme turn around and stagger back towards the downed Oil Slick. “Where are you going? Wait!” The diversion expert shouted after her, astonished at her absolute desperation that he had unfortunately made worse by his actions.
Smokescreen burst into a quick run until he had caught up to her. He grabbed Tracer by the arm to stop the anxious femme in her tracks. “Wait here, I know what I’m doing! WAIT HERE!” The rallybot demanded before he hurried past her, reaching the twitching form of the Decepticon chemist within astroseconds. Smokey cautiously knelt down next to the dealer and snatched the data slug from his clawed hand. “You won’t be needing this anymore, Slick,” the diversion specialist muttered as the gangly mech’s systems continued to reboot internally. Moving quickly, Smokey then accessed Oil Slick’s hip compartment and reached inside to find another, slightly larger vial of what appeared to be more Syk. “You won’t be needing this, either.“
The rallybot grasped both the second vial and the data slug in one hand and got back to his feet just as the chemist’s vocalizer finished rebooting, allowing the ‘Con to utter his threat. Smokescreen looked over at Tracer and waved for her to retreat. “Go, Tracer, go! I’ve got we you need! Just transform and head back to the shuttle. I’ll be right behind you!” Assuming she would do as he said, the diversion expert moved away from the recovering dealer before transforming into his 350Z rally car mode. He then emitted a large cloud of black smoke from his tailpipe to help conceal their escape from Oil Slick. The magnetic cloud would not stop the Decepticon chemist for long, but it would hopefully buy them some time to reach the shuttle and get back up into orbit.
Once the smoke was fully discharged, the red and blue rally car sped away from the scene and quickly caught up to Tracer. “Keep going, Trace! My smoke cloud won’t keep him occupied for very long!” Smokescreen shouted over the roar of his engine. “I’m sorry I lied to you, but I had to do something to help you break free of that Decepticon’s hold he had on you. Besides, you lied to me, too. I thought you were giving him credits in exchange for the Syk not vital information on a data stick!”
Smokey calmed himself as he didn’t want to admonish her too much, especially in her current state of mind. The rallybot reminded himself once again that it wasn’t really her fault as the ‘Con had taken advantage of her condition, feeding the femme’s addiction in order to get whatever he wanted out of her. “I’m sorry, Trace, it doesn’t matter now anyway. I’ve got enough Syk for you to last a good long while, and I have a plan to get you more without ever having to go back to Oil Slick again. Just please trust me! I know what I'm doing.”