Ultra Magnus watched as the power slowly began to pour life once more into the long dormant headquarters that at one point had been the nerve center for the Autobot war effort on Cybertron. Old memories came back to the Autobot field commander as he recalled walking these halls, full of activity, as Autobots came to and fro as they were deployed to battles all over the planet, or delivered valuable data. It was odd to him to see this facility so empty and devoid of life. The large mech walked into the large command center as he heard Kup bark out orders and the others of his team take up their stations. Just behind him was Wheeljack, his tool kits in his hands. No doubt the engineer was going to be of critical important getting this place up and running again, and on line.
He stood silently for a moment as he gazed out over the large room. It was two tired. The bottom level was ringed with many control stations, most were for gathering and organizing data from field sources from sectors all over the planet. The operators of those stations were meant to sort through the data they received and to organize it for their superiors. On the second tier was the position of the commanders who were responsible for giving out orders that moved armies. This was where all of the major Autobot battle plans were devised and organized. Often Optimus Prime would man this station as he oversaw the entirety of the Autobot war effort. In his absence as he lead critical operations himself other members of the Autobot high command would man this post.
It had been a very long time since Ultra Magnus had last been here, and it felt almost dream like as he ascended the steps to the upper command tier. The field commander stood at that post, nostalgia washed over him from the early days of the war, as odd as that felt to him. He gazed over the ruined command center and wondered if this was the beginning of rebirth for Cybertron.
"Alright, so far so good on getting this place secured. Once we have established control over the systems here I want to see how much of our information gathering network is operational." He turned to the venerable old Kup. "Kup, have Hot Rod and Springer do a sweep of the building to ensure that there is nothing hazardous in here. This includes inaccessible areas, areas flooded with toxic or radioactive contamination, and anything large and nasty like our cyber-rat friends." He then turned to the other Autobots in the command center. "Arcee, Howlstrike I want you two to check on the command centers monitors and consoles to see what ones work and what ones don't. Wheeljack, see what you can do about accessing our information network so we can work on that once we have this place straightened away."
Down below Wheeljack nodded at Ultra Magnus' command. He walked over to a near by station he knew was used to monitoring the status of the various satellites and automated listening posts that had been established all over Cybertron. The engineer dropped into the seat and tried to get the console working. It was operational, but it kept flickering on and off. After several failed attempts to get it working Wheeljack gave the underside of the console a good, hard kick, a loud bang echoed through the command center, but it did the trick. Working quickly he did his best to try and access any incoming information, he didn't have high hopes that a lot was still on line.
Before the evacuation of Cybertron there was a battle that was waged between small special opts teams who would be constantly striking at enemy listening posts and satellites in orbit to try and knock out the other sides eyes and ears. It was a constant struggle to keep the Autobot information gathering network on line as Decepticon strike teams kept locating and eliminating hidden listening posts and satellites. After eons of no use and maintenance Wheeljack had no idea what was left. As information began to trickle in as long dormant posts and satellites began to pump back information he could see many of them had gone off line. With the satellites he could see many had fall out of orbit and crashed, others had floated off into space, others had collided with each other, and even more still had suffered fatal malfunctions. A few were still on line, but it was going to take time to get them operational again. The situation on the ground was a bit better, but not much. So far less then a quarter of the land based listening posts had responded back, and most of them were running on emergency power. Seems the years of neglect had take its toll on them as well.
Wheeljack knew he had his work cut out for him.
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Snarl had followed Grimlock off the landing pad and listened as he gave the word to spread out and begin a sweep of the immediate area. The desert warrior was a little releaved to have the chance to get out on his own as he was still uncertain of how he felt about the new arrangement for the Dinobots. He had little faith that Grimlock had really changed that much and he was certain it was only a matter of time before the self serving Dinobot leader did something that endangered them all. He drew his long ranged laser rifle as he began to spread out from the other Dinobots.
The lumbering Snarl picked his way through a ruined street. It was clear that one of the large buildings that had once lined this road had collapsed and destroyed the structure just across from it, as well as partially collapsing the building to its left. Smashed glass and twisted beams and metal once part of the building were strewn all about and the Dinobot warrior had to carefully climb up the massive heap of rubble. He wondered just how much of the city was in the is condition? Iacon had not seen any major combat before the evacuation. Sure Decepticon air raids were common, but they were common in all of the Autobot rear areas, and those raids never truly accomplished much other then fierce dog fights. Though Snarl was sure that this collapse, like many of the others he was sure had occurred, were more the result of neglect and exposure to the elements of space After so long with out and atmosphere to protect it Snarl was sure Cybertron had suffered several strikes by commits, meteors, and other such space based objects.
Once at the top of the fallen skyscraper Snarl stopped to observe what he could see from his higher vantage point. He didn't see anything surprising, just ruined buildings that were in various stages of collapse given the long years of neglect. However, he did spot something unusual further up the street. He slid down the other side of the rubble heap and made his way cautiously up the street, weapon at the ready in case anything jumped out of the darkness. He reach the spot, an intersection up from where he had stopped and looked down. A massive crater was there, it could very easily could of been made by a meteor, but at the same time it looked as if something large could of burrowed under the surface and could now be making a home under the streets of Iacon.
>>Snarl to Grimlock. I am north east of our origin point by a few kliks. I have found a large crater that does not appear to have been caused by any natural body. Do you wish me to investigate further or mark it for further inspection later?<<