- Motto: "you build it, i'll break it!"
- Weapon: Plasma Cannon
And This U-Turn is....
Vindicator pressed his finger up to his tranceiver as the transmission from Crueljaw came buzzing through, questioning how many con's were left behind when the plug was pulled from the earth base. Consulting his internal database, the records of the number of Decepticons that were stationed in the base flew past on Vindicator's hud, each personnel record flashing by in a nano-second, and to Darkfire, it looked as if Vindicator's optics were glowing - where in reality, it was the briefest of moments before the siege master replied back to the picklepus bodyguard.
>>"There were almost a hundred capable decepticons stationed here, not withstanding medical staff and other base operatives..."<< he paused as the list abruptly ended >>"...I think that only fifty or so made it back to the ultrax...you know... the usual suspects!"<< he paused and looked softly at Darkfire before continuing talking to Jaws. >>"I wouldn't risk an energon goodie by hazarding a guess that you've come across some of the previous residents...."<< A dark thought crossed his optics >>"...or whats left of them..."<<
He cut the comm and opened up a private line to Darkfire, and knew that she was a seasoned warrior - an assassin of the highest calibre. But would that perpare her for seeing the shrdded carnage, and the ruined wreaks that were former decepticons? Only one way to find out.
>>"Darkfire..."<< he looked softly at the fem-con, directly into her optics >>"...There may be the remains of many decepticons here, some virtually unidentifiable due to their...."<< he paused >>"...injuries..."<< A sour look crossed his faceplate as the sound of loose rubble in the darkness gave him a shivver up his central column. An unexpected flashback of a recent event.
He felt his neural processor surge and his internal systems begin to heat up as the chilling thoughts flooded his processors.
For once in his existance, the large mech felt and knew fear.
It was only then that the incoming orders from their diminutive leader, carrying rather upset and harsh tones, did he snap out of his memory lapse. The nightmarish scenario fading back into the darkest recesses of his neural pathways.
>>Darkfire, halt, HALT! Change of orders. I want you and Vindicator to switch and for you both to head to operations instead. I want details of who and what is stationed there and if this place is operational in any way I want to know about it now - numbers, tech, threat level and any indicators of individual rank. This remains a covert op so use Vindicators knowledge to best effect to find your way there, capture any ranks for duplication and pacify the rest as you both see fit. Report with urgency and secure operations when complete.
>>Crueljaw and Landgrab, you two are on power. CJ, escort Landgrab to the power couplings whilst he re-routes the generators. I want minimal power signature so only bring the vital systems back online - comms, telemetry, advanced computer systems and the facsimile growth pod circuits. Repair the other systems but leave them offline for now. Any resistance you come across is to be pacified with non-lethal force until Darkfire has confirmed that the humans command is in the operation bunker - I do not want to lose any wandering fleshlings we could clone to your giant flatfeet - although once she has checked in and we have a headcount you can do what you like with the little meatsacks.<<
>>I want regular updates and you are to maintain cover and operational silence at all times, internal comms only. Ensure you pacify any fleshling resistance with silent or non-lethal force, we are here to create more facsimiles and for that we need live subjects. well, to begin with at least. After that you can do whatever you want with them.<<
Well he was brisk and to the point at least, but still the diminutive mechanoid did have a better handle on this than the rest of them. Sure Vindicator was part of the heavy muscle of the group - but he had an intelligence that belied his thuggish exterior, and it was that factor that made him quite an imposing figure. Howenever, orders were orders, and looking at Darkfire, giving the fem a soft smile, blatantly spoke softly, keeping his vocals low so that it was almost a whisper.
"Looks like our date has been cut short..." he gave another half smile before confirming that he had understood and received the new orders from Psychout
>>"Orders received Psychout...will find out what you need to know..."<<
Vindicator looked at Darkfire and touched her shoulder gently.
>>"Seems like we're on a detour...."<<
Base of Mount St Helens
Commander McBench studied the troops that he had placed at the entrance to the dug tunnel, and to his grim satisfaction, they were performing in their duties admirably - well as admirably as they could be! Still...they did what they were told, and they didn't question why. They followed orders like the faithful little naive pups that they were. This would work out well.
There was a chirping noise in Maximillian's belt clip, and instinctivly reaching down, the Commander pulled out a slim silver cellphone and flipped it open. The voice at the other end was a little frantic, jabbering on about items being stored purposefully in unmarked containers. Military issue weapons crates to be exact.
"You can calm down Sergeant Keys, I am fully aware of this involvement, and the details...." the voice on the other end of the phone still held an edge of frantic panic. "...You will report to the site coordinator Sergeant, those trucks will need to be fully and finally inspected by myself before they will be allowed off this site...Private Security Firm or not!"
The Commander hung up the cell phone and looked at the multi-hued touchscreen and ran his thumb over the screen in a particular fashion. The action was both alien, yet comfortably familliar to the Commander as the display changed from the US Special Forces logo, to the Emblem of the Decepticons. Another thumb gesture called up the contact card for A rather suave yet smartly dressed male. Maximillian thumbed the call feature as the contact with Alexander D'Enzo appeared on the screen.
The call connected quickly.
"Senator, Maximillian McBench...yes we have something important to discuss"
Inside the Base
Vindicator looked at the holomap projection from his arm, studying in detail the isometric view, judging which would be the best way to get to the main command room. Hlaf of the routes on the map wer already coming back as blocked or caved in. A handy thing though, using the planets native - although primitive - geo mapping satellites, in conjunction with the satnav system that his facsimile had gave to him prior to the entrance and excavation to the former base.
>>"The route options are getting limited....this - as the meatsacks would say - effing blows!"<<