- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Bluestreak studied the screen in front of him carefully, using the perimeter sensors to scan for any signs of Howlstrike. Most of the others were either on their way back to base or had already arrived, but there was no sign of the former Predacon. It was as if he had just vanished off the face of Cybertron. Where the frag did you run off to, Howl? The Autobot gunner thought as he rubbed his chin. You go home with your buddy, Shockwave? It wouldn’t surprise me in the least.
A few breems passed before the image of a four-legged beast appeared, entering into Iacon territory. A pair of autocannons powered down as the creature quickly approached and continued on between them. Well, there you are! And where exactly have you been? Bluestreak watched closely as Howl made his way towards the Command Complex. Kup had previously convinced the black and silver mech to give the Autobot tracker a chance, but with behavior such as this it was hard to do. Still, perhaps Howl had been given orders to follow the purple Decepticon, but now that things have changed, the former Predacon was called back to base. Perhaps. We’ll see.
With every member of the team now accounted for, Bluestreak switched off his view screen just as Kup’s communiqué came in over his comm line. >>”Roger that, Kup. I’ll get right on it.”<<
Standing up, the gunner looked around the Command Center. They had just gotten everything up and running and now it all had to be shut down and packed up again. Something big must be happening back on Earth for them to be trying to beat Shockwave and the Decepticons there first. Whatever it was, Blue had a job to do and thus he quickly moved over to the hover cart that still sat up against a far wall. Pulling it out into the middle of the room, ‘Streak began gathering up all of the equipment that wasn’t nailed down and loaded everything in to the cart, being careful not to damage the more sensitive stuff. The talkative mech then went about the room and started powering down some of the non-essential terminals, but decided to leave the main command station operational just in case Kup needed to use it one more time before they left.
Bluestreak then glanced over and noticed Snarl and the Dinobots leaving the Command Center. They had previously been loitering around doing nothing but taking up space. Now, they had either received new orders or simply gotten bored watching the Autobot gunner do all the work. “Thanks for no help, guys,” Blue muttered quietly once they were gone and the command center doors had slid shut.
The black and silver mech then opened his comm line to Wheeljack: >>”Hey, ‘Jack! Where are you, buddy? I could use a little help packing for our trip back to Earth.”<<
Snarl growled under his breath as he watched the Autobot gunner run around the room like a crazy petro-rabbit as he began to pack stuff away in the hover cart. The Desert Warrior had no intention of helping the smaller Autobot as menial labor such as that was beneath a soldier of his caliber not to mention the other Dinobots present. Instead, Snarl just looked on with a stoic expression across his face plate, while deep down he found the whole sight to be rather humorous. Better him do that than me.
An astrosecond later, Snarl and his comrades received Grimlock’s communication. He was back in the base somewhere and wanted the Dinobots to meet him outside the main base door. Apparently, something had happened involving a leadership change which could present an interesting opportunity for them if the situation was just right. Snarl opened his comm line back to the Dinobot Commander:
>>”Us in Command Center. Will meet you shortly.”<<
Switching off his communicator, the Desert Warrior turned to the other Dinobots present. “Okay, you heard Grimlock. Time to go.” Snarl then walked towards the door and exited into the corridor beyond.
Main Base Door
Having made his way down through the complex, Snarl reached the main entrance within one breem as the other Dinobots followed behind him. He peered around the area, looking for Grimlock, but did not immediately see the Dinobot Commander. Instead, he only saw Howlstrike approach in his wolf mode at a fast pace before coming to a sudden stop and transforming back into his robot form. The Desert Warrior quietly regarded the Autobot hunter with a nod and then waited patiently for Grimlock to arrive.
Howlstrike made his way past the Dinobots and entered into the base, heading directly for the Command Center where he would hopefully find Kup and learn why they were already leaving Cybertron to return to Earth. It seemed to be a rash decision, but considering he didn’t have all the facts, he was willing to not jump to conclusions until he knew everything that was going on. Kup wasn’t the type of mech that would just up and leave suddenly without a fraggin’ good reason. Howl trusted the old timer explicitly and would follow him anywhere, whether it be to Earth or to Cybertron’s core. It really didn’t matter to him.
Reaching the upper levels of the complex, Howlstrike rounded a corner and found Kup walking towards him as they both converged on the command center. The former Predacon walked up to his only real friend and gave a respectful nod. “So, what’s going on, Kup? I hear we’re headed back to Earth. Is that true?”