- Motto: "Ever-changing."
- Weapon: Black Magic
Farstar – Bridge
Nothing complicated dwelled in Fortress Maximus' little account; even the most dim-witted Autobot would have been able to comprehend its meaning. Certainly, there were a few possibilities attached to it, but they did not present any true impediment to one's assumptions. Whatever the cause for their prolonged silence was, Scattershot believed it was something simple. Perhaps a massive storm had past over their outposts, damaging the communications equipment—or they had become so immersed in their research that the thought of transmitting the next update had not entered their processors.
Your typical stylus neck was an exceedingly enthusiastic individual, after all. And once he had discovered something...well, neglect, in one form or another, used its methods to settle in without notice.
It didn't matter. Scattershot and his team would unveil the mystery on Nebulos, supplying Fortress Maximus with at least a fragment of hope—or some positive feeling. It wasn't much, but it had to do something to improve his disposition. Scattershot would have liked to offer his suggestions to Maximus, but he possessed no dialogue eloquent enough for the Autobot Leader to take into consideration. That, and he had yet to come to terms with Maximus' mighty yet pacifistic nature.
That absurd contradiction made Scattershot's cranial unit want to explode.
“No questions. We'll move out at once.” Saluting his leader, Scattershot cut the transmission, the view screen returning to its dark reflective surface.
He directed his gaze towards Lightspeed, the Farstar's main pilot. “Set a course for the planet Nebulos. As of right now, that's our destination.” Then Nosecone, who was seated at the communication station. “I want you to monitor the channels closely, Nosecone. As we approach it, we may pick up a transmission or even a distress signal from them.”
Scattershot opened a comm-channel to Strafe. >>”Strafe, drop whatever you're doing and prepare the armoury. Make sure all weapons are operational and ammunition is plentiful. Tell Afterburner to get off his aft and give you an actuator. I want it all ready within the cycle, you hear?”<<
It felt great to be finally taking action again. Scattershot could have sworn his limbs were threatening to drop off, due to all the inactivity.
>>”Yes, sir! So what are we doing? And where are we going, if I may ask?”<<
>>”On a field trip.”<<