- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Entering the Yellow Sea
Being that he was in dump truck mode, Long Haul became completely submerged underwater while Bonecrusher was still only waste deep in robot form. Still, he heard his brutish companion’s wager and decided to accept. “I’ll take that bet, ‘Crusher! Razorclaw’s gonna want to get the specialty teams on his side so I’m sure we’re already on his radar. What role we’ll play under his regime is uncertain. Although, I’m sure we’ll likely still be playing the role of builders just like before. Unless, of course, you know what gets done first! Heh!”
It was then that Scavenger finally caught up to them, hoping that all of the equipment was secured within Long Haul’s truck bed. The green transport chuckled before responding. “Yeah, this is all of it, Scavers. No need to go back to the cave. It’s empty now anyway.”
Long Haul’s conversation with his teammates was quickly cut short when he received a communication from Darkride. A shiver went through the green dump truck’s frame at the sound of the interrogator’s voice. The heavy loader had always done his best to remain as far away from Darkride as he could. The torturer gave him the creeps, plain and simple, and he really wanted nothing to do with him.
Unfortunately, it would be near impossible to avoid contact now as Darkride made mention of Devastator in his transmission. How the slag does he know about the gestalt?! I never said anything to him! Wait...he must have overheard me back up on the beach talking to Bonecrusher. Fraggit! That cretan must have audio receptors like a cyber-hawk. I’m going to have to do damage control here if we are going to keep Devastator a secret.
Long Haul sent a non-verbal acknowledgement back to Darkride, indicating that he would meet with the interrogator once his current task was done. In the meantime, the green transport had to deliver the rest of the materials down to the seabed and then casually excuse himself. It would be a delicate matter, but it was something he had to take care of before things got too far out of control.
Base Site - Bottom of the Yellow Sea
It took a while but Long Haul finally made it back to the construction site where he stopped near the erected dome. He carefully raised his truck bed up and let the equipment slide out and onto the sea floor. The surrounding water allowed for a more gentle evacuation of his cargo then if the transport had just dumped the stuff out on dry ground. He then returned to robot mode and began sifting through the supplies, pretending like he was looking for something specific.
“Ah, scrap!” Long Haul exclaimed. His reaction was disingenuous, of course, but that was the point. He needed a reason to immediately return to the beach. Thankfully, he had already come up with one. “Sorry, guys, you’ll have to finish up here while I head back up to the surface,” the transporter said to Bonecrusher and Scavenger. “I’m an idiot and apparently dropped one of the tools back up on the beach. I thought I heard something fall, but didn’t think anything of it until now. Don’t worry, though, I’ll go get it. I think I know right where it landed. You guys can just start organizing the rest of this stuff, and I’ll be back shortly.”
Without waiting for a response from his teammates, Long Haul turned around and trudged back through the murky depths of the Yellow Sea on another return trip to the Korean Peninsula.
It had been roughly two breems or more since Darkride’s communique with Long Haul. The Constructicon heavy lifter was more than a bit nervous meeting with such a violent and sadistic mech. The interrogator wasn’t stupid and wouldn’t fall for the normal excuses that another ‘Con would. Therefore, while Long Haul knew that he couldn’t reveal the truth about Devastator, he also couldn’t just feed Darkride a bunch of bullslag. The cycle-former’s message seemed to indicate that he thought Devastator was a separate mech who was currently on his way. That was definitely something Long Haul could use to steer the interrogator away from the actuality of the situation. However, he would also have to be very careful here to both ensure the integrity of the gestalt project and to ensure his continued functioning under his own power.
Emerging from the water, Long Haul caught sight of Darkride waiting for him on a remote part of the beach. The transporter slowly made his way towards the despised torturer, a blank expression etched on his faceplate. Once he was about five feet from the interrogator, Long Haul stopped and took a deep breath. “Hello, Darkride. So, you want to talk with me about Devastator, huh? Well, here I am. Let’s talk.”