- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Ark-22 - Bridge
While Bluestreak's small tribute to Prime had been a welcome one by Howlstrike and most others present, Wheeljack's mild tantrum had not been as well received. The hunter was a bit surprised by the outburst, having expected Rodimus to be the one to challenge Kup and not the usually quiet inventor. Regardless, Howl remained silent as the old timer gave his rational and well thought out reasoning for leaving. With the leaders of both factions now missing and presumed dead, no mech on either side was going to sit around and twiddle their actuators on Cybertron while all of the action transpired on and around Earth. The small blue orb may only be considered a backwater world to most, but like it or not the planet was now one of the most important fronts in the entire war effort.
Satisfied that Kup had things well in hand, Howlstrike patted the old timer on the shoulder before the hunter moved away from the command chair and walked across the bridge, finding a seat at a console directly in front of Bluestreak. The Autobot gunner's attention had been previously drawn away from his station by the somewhat heated exchange. He fully agreed with Kup, of course, and attributed Wheeljack's uncharacteristic outburst as nothing more than the stress of the situation getting to him. 'Streak would need to have a chat with the inventor at some point as he always found that talking about things seemed to alleviate any pent up anxiety.
Bluestreak's attempt to get back to work was interrupted again when the former Predacon sat down in front of him, a slight grin spread across his animalistic faceplate as he stared right at the gunner. 'Streak tried to ignore the Autobot tracker, but it was no use as Howl seemed determined to bother him. “Is there something you want, Howl?" Bluestreak finally asked with a sigh, trying not to look Howlstrike in the optics and instead focus on the terminal in front of him. Normally the silver and black mech would chat up anyone who sat near him, but the hunter/tracker was a different story as he made the gunner feel a bit uncomfortable to say the least. It wasn’t as bad as before, but ‘Streak still would rather have a mech like Springer to talk to.
“Not really. I’ve just been wondering about something for a while now and thought you might help me clear it up," Howlstrike responded, keeping his optics on Bluestreak.
“And what would that be?"
“Your name’s Bluestreak, right?"
The gunner gave Howl a perplexed look. “Last time I checked, yes."
“Well, isn’t it usually customary for any mech with a color in their name to actually have said color somewhere on their frame?"
“Is there a point you’re trying to make, Howl?" Bluestreak asked, feeling somewhat irritated with the former Predacon’s line of questioning.
“My point is that you don’t have any actual blue on you anywhere. Wouldn’t a name like Silverstreak be a better fit?"
Bluestreak let out a deeper sigh as he sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest plate. “Wow, you must really be bored if you’re asking me about my color scheme." The gunner remained silent for a moment, looking to see if Howlstrike would have any kind of follow-up quip. When the hunter did nothing but continue to stare at him, the silver and black mech felt the need to give a slight explanation. “Fine, if you must know, before the war I used to be mainly blue in color with some silver mixed in. That's where my name originally came from. Happy?"
Howlstrike squinted his optics at the Autobot gunner trying to figure out from his facial features whether he was really serious or not. When the tracker determined that ‘Streak wasn’t joking around he asked the obvious follow-up question. “Really? So, why did you change your colors?"
Bluestreak’s expression instantly became more serious as he unfolded his arms and went back to work at his console. “My colors changed when I changed," he replied stoically, trying to avoid going down that dark road any further. ‘Streak wasn’t sure if the tracker was just trying to start up a friendly conversation or if he was simply trying to annoy him. Either way, it wasn’t something the gunner was willing to talk about in any more detail, especially not with a former Predacon. "Now, if you don't mind, I've got work to do."
Howlstrike cocked his cranial unit to one side as he wasn't quite sure what Bluestreak had meant. The tracker also realized that the usually talkative Autobot had no desire to continue the present discussion and therefore no further explanation was forthcoming. “I’m sorry if I touched a nerve receptor. I just figured a chat would help pass the time as we traveled to Earth," the hunter growled as he turned his back to Bluestreak and faced the controls of his own console. “I guess I was wrong," Howl added as he looked down at the various buttons and lights that adorned his terminal. He was reluctant to touch anything as his technological prowess was less than admirable. Therefore, Howl decided to leave things alone to avoid any unintended problems he might otherwise cause. This line of reasoning didn't just apply to his computer, but to a certain Autobot gunner, as well.
Ark-22 - Conference Room
Snarl nodded in agreement at his commander’s response regarding their present alt modes. While the dinosaurs they were each based on were now all extinct, the Desert Warrior had to admit that these monstrous forms would certainly give the Decepticons on Earth something more to fear than the usual cars or trucks. Snarl still wasn’t thrilled with the aesthetics of his Stegosaurus mode, but he had made the best of it thus far and found that it was far better than anything else the primitives on Earth could provide.
“You right, Grimlock. If these creatures still alive, we blend in better. Too bad. Fleshling vehicles not very fitting for Dinobots. Even military machines not up to our standards. Guess keeping beast modes best option for us." Snarl paused for a moment to consider what some of the other Autobots might think about them retaining their Dino modes. “However, while me not worried, we might have problem with Kup or Prowl if they want us change modes for stupid infiltration. Love to see them try and make us. Heh heh heh."