Gifford National Park - Pointman...Point Marker...Point and Click
Vindicator stopped in his tracks as he listened to the incoming transmissions from Darkfire, Crueljaw and Psychout. A lot of it made sense, and the large tank turned on the spot and headed back towards the first false rock that he had found. There was only so many things that a large tank could pull off, and certainly blagging, if not being clever enough to lie your way past the front gate. Yes the humans were a primitive life force, but if they thought something was wrong, then they would turn their full weight of what firepower they had on him. Nothing really was wrong with that considering that there was, in measurment terms, a good dozen inches of surface armour plating on Vindicator that would deflect most of the human ordinance. Until they brought out the big guns that is. Yeah if they had big tanks, then it was time to feel screwed...in a big way.
The 3D Holo-Map popped up on his hud as he re-plotted his route back to the false rocks, the cybertonium signal flashing brightly on the wireframe map, the red dot glowing feircely as he returned to the rocks. The tank-former jarred himself to a halt, the shale kicked up along with a plume of dust wasn't enough to attract any unwanted attention, but it was still a nuisance and it clogged a few of his sensors and got into one of his intakes. Vindicator's engine sputtered, making the tank seem like it coughed to clear its throat of the alien substance.
Vindicator's turret swayed left and right, his scanners and atmospheric readers looking for any native lifeforms, or any unwanded presence before he changed back to his own self, and, satified that there was none of the native fleshlings around, Vindicator assumed his robot mode and approached the pile of rock from before, one of his massive hands picked up a part of the rock and crushed it deftly, the rock powdering as his vice-like grip pummelled it to nothing as he picked up another fragement. This time, however, the rock's outer shell powdered to the touch, revealing the gleaming cybertronian metal before deftly crushing it in his hand, the metal bending to match his grip. Vindicator gave a sigh as ne called up the holo-map again, the plotted area lighting up with his location, and the cybertronian metal.
"Time to see where the rest of this trail leads..." Vindicator scanned the material and saved it into his internal database, uploading its unique chemical makeup. His internal systems uploading the data to his scanners.
His hud changed colour to a bright blue, a 3D map showing his location, and the nearby locations of more Cybertronian Metal.
It wasn't too far away, most of it in a staggerd line leading towards the mountain. Towards the collapsed facia of Mount Saint Helens.
Vindicator catagorised the locations of the metal as he made his way up the side of the mountain, changing to vehicle mode as he took to the steeper slopes. It was safer than taking to the skies, as he would arouse too much suspicion from the surrounding humans, for it was easier to explain away a low-flying fighter jet, or helecopter. But a 35 foot tall flying robot was something that no explanation could rationalise. Well there was that and the fact that the base of the mountain was crawling with humans in their warlike vehicles, effectively bristling with firepower to take down, or stall the large mechanoid. Certainly, though, the shallow slope, and the cover of stewn boulders and rock had helped the decepticon climb to a plateux that held an interesting vantage point over the mountian's surrounding area.
Vindicator transformed again and crouched behind a large collection of boulder's and looked out over the military encampment, a smile flowing over his faceplate as his optics zoomed in, taking into most of the goings on below him.
"This is most satisfying..." he turned his head back to look at the plateux, his internal systems calculating the distance "...hmm not enough to land on, however, that nearby airstrip will have to do... for now..." Vindicator paused and keyed up his comm system and spoke to Darkfire
.>>"Hey up there o'silver winged angel of mine..."<<
The gravelly baritone vocals said >>"...I'm afraid the only nearby place to set your silvery wheels, is the air strip with the rudimentary hangar, and then wait until nightfall on this plnet before you can 'stretch your legs' as these meatsacks say..."<<
he let a moment pass before finally adding >>"...watch your aft 'Fiery"<<
Vindicator ended the transmission before turning and rising to his feet, striding over to a large expanse carved into the side of the mountain. It wasn't artificial, certainly not made by the indigenous life forms, and absolutely not made by cybertronian hands. The nework of carvings, and cuts in the rock were deffinately all natural, as if the planet carved it out by itself. Vindicator, switched on his shouler lamps as he looked at ever nook and cranny inside the cavernous expanse. Deffinately large enough to acommodate a thirty-five foot, armed-to-the-teeth, Decepticon Siege Master, and certainly wide enough to allow all of them to comfortably mill around without smacking into each other. Another smile formed on his face as he contacted Psychout
on the dual fequency.>>"Hey short-arse, Jaws...I found our bolt-hole that we need, and in good location too..."<<
He paused as he stood at the entrance to the cave and looked out at the surrounding area >>"...I've got a few things that you might find interesting Psycho, and Jaws...I'm uploading you the co-ordinates for the road to get here...Just watch for the sour looking grey-green vehicles filled with humans, those little bastards are all over the place like scraplets to an autobot!"<<
He sighed and rubbed his chin.>>"...See ya in thirty..."<<