- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
The Thanatos – Bridge
Razorclaw entered the bridge with Divebomb close behind him. The two had been silent since their earlier discussion regarding the Iacon recordings, but the flying Predacon needed no more direction to know what had to be done. As his leader took a seat in the captain's chair, Divebomb sat down at a nearby station and placed the recorder next to the monitor. He quickly extended a cord from the side and attached it to the side of the computer. Within astroseconds the upload began, copying everything into the ship’s mainframe. Once complete, Divebomb punched a few keys and then disconnected the device, placing it away underneath his station. He then turned to address the Predacon Commander.
“Sir, what we discussed has been done. A copy is saved within an encrypted file in the ship’s mainframe. Only you have authorization to access and relocate the data as you see fit,” Divebomb said as he transferred the necessary codes over to the console next to the captain's chair.
“Excellent, Divebomb,” Razorclaw responded as he studied the access codes for a moment before discarding them. His memorization skills were finely tuned and therefore he would not need to look at them again. He then turned his attention to the rest of his team whom had begun to meander onto the bridge. “Predacons, report to your stations immediately. Power up the Thanatos and ready her for imminent departure.”
The Tower – Nerve Center
Blast-Off was a bit taken aback by Brawl’s sudden resurgence into his old violent self, shoving the space warrior out of his way and storming out of the Nerve Center determined to make the one responsible for Megatron’s demise suffer before ending their spark forever. “Now that’s the Brawl I know and love,” Blast-Off commented quietly as to not draw any more of the tank-former’s ire. He was relieved that his comrade was somewhat back to his old self, but at the same time he had now seen a side of Brawl that few even knew existed. It was an enlightening revelation to say the least and hopefully one that would not rear its ugly head again, especially while on the battlefield.
An sorrowful Brawl is not what we need while fighting Autobots, Blast-Off thought as he followed everyone into the corridors and descended through the tower towards the Obliteration.
The Obliteration – Bridge
Just over a breem later, the space warrior entered the bridge and found that Onslaught was already there deep in thought. Deciding not to disrupt his commander from his intense concentration, Blast-Off assumed his position at the navigator’s station and punched up the star charts in order to find the most direct route back to the mudball called Earth. The ship’s fuel cells were fully powered so there was no concern of running out before reaching their destination. Still, he wanted to conserve what energon they had just in case there was a limited supply once they arrived in the Sol System. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck on Earth for longer than was absolutely necessary.
Once the course was plotted into the computer, Blast-Off began re-routing power into the Obliteration’s primary engines, bringing them fully online. A quick diagnostic once again confirmed that they were operating at top efficiency. The space warrior then turned his chair so he was facing towards Onslaught. “Commander, I’m sorry to disturb you. I have set a return course back to Earth and transferred power to the main engines. I’m all set here, sir.”