- Weapon: Energo-Sword
Ironhide almost laughed at Onslaught’s reply to his remark about lunatic Decepticons. It took a decent amount of control to keep from retorting back at the Combaticon leader. Stockpiling a bunch of lunatics and crazies was just one of the many reasons the Cons would never win this war, especially know without their great leader to keep all of those knees bent. He doubted whether there were any other Cons around who could keep them all in line. They’d probably end up wiping each other out in some big civil war or something.
The red Autobot listened as the conversation between Bot and Con continued, a bit more polite now. It was all interesting stuff but Ironhide had always made a habit of letting others deal with the bigger ideas and strategy. He was always better at seeing the here and now instead of the big picture. That’s why he would always be mixing it up with the grunts rather then sitting back at base directing things. That suited him just fine.
Ironhide turned and walked back towards the various other gathered Autobots. He caught sight of First Aid evacuating with the wounded and nodded. With the battle apparently over wounded took first priority. With them dealt with it was time to make sure everyone else was ok. From what he could hear from the various Protectobots that wasn’t looking too good. News of the Fallen was already spreading and he could tell morale was taking a nosedive with it.
“Alright Autobots, keep it together fer Cybertron’s sakes. Just cause someone comes out claimin’ to be the boogeyman doesn’t mean we are all doomed. If you believe all of those fairy tales then you know the Fallen’s been beaten and banished or imprisoned or somethin’ before. That means it can be done again and we’ll be the ones doing it, so don’t be getting your wires all twisted up about it. And as fer knowing Hot Rod was taken over by the Fallen, well until a few minutes ago I didn’t even think he was real, so don’t go beaten yerself up about it.”
Hot Spot nodded in agreement with Ironhide. Internally he was still blaming himself for how out of control the whole situation had gotten. His desire to try and keep it quiet and settle it himself had lead to all of this. “He’s right Protectobots, lets keep it together and not blame ourselves or each other for this.
Kup remained quiet as Magnus and Onslaught quickly sorted out a mutual withdrawal. He waited for Onslaught and his group to being pulling back before speaking up to Ultra Magnus. “Well, that didn’t go too bad. Two fatalities but the rest have been evacuated back to the ship. Ratchet should have them patched up in no time. We did manage to rescue the Bots who’d already been roughed up and we have some idea of current Decepticon whereabouts, even if we do have a ceasefire at the moment.”
Kup paused for a moment for continuing. “This probably doesn’t need to be said, but I’d be careful how much information you send ‘em.” He gestured at the retreating forms of the Decepticons. “Even letting them know where Hot Rod and the others have been over the past few days or whatever could give them some vital intel. I somehow doubt that they will be totally open with us anyway, despite what Onslaught said.”
The old timer looked back at the other Autobots where Ironhide and Hot Spot were already trying to rally them. He looked back at Ultra Magnus and spoke quietly to him. “You need to get on top of all of this. This news of the Fallen, coming so soon after losing Prime, well it ain’t gonna do anything good for morale, I can tell you that. I wouldn’t even think of keepin’ this quiet either, get back to the ship and lay it out for everyone and get them working and planning on it. Make everyone feel like we are ahead of the curve on this one and not completely blindsided like we are. Keep them busy and focused and they will feel confident that we can whip this thing.”
Kup received the signal from Blaster and sent back a brief reply.
Oil Slick remained silent as Onslaught arranged the mutual ceasefire and withdrawal of both sides’ forces. He trusted the Combaticon commander and his reputation for sound strategy on these points. Right now he was more concerned with his personal well being.
Physically he would need some repairs but he hadn’t suffered significant injuries. Of greater concern was his standing in the Decepticon ranks. With the apparent defection? Brainwashing? Mental control? Whatever it was that had happened to Darkride meant he had lost the only ally he trusted at all among the Decepticon ranks. Along with that any investigation into Darkride’s movements of late would get a little too close to his own rather illicit activities. He had no desire to be in the spotlight, but it seemed it would thrust upon him whether he wanted it or not. He would just have to figure out a way to work around his absence if possible in any explanations to the other Decepticons.
Swindle was disappointed to see the Autobots reclaiming their fallen soldiers. That’s what made this business so hard sometimes; Autobots always came back for their dead. While Decepticons shared most of the same parts, there were a few things you could only get from an Autobot. Certainly any intact memory files would be worth something, along with any entertainment vids they might have that the Cons didn’t. Of more value though were things like insignias, some Cons were just crazy about collecting those, probably for bragging rights. Swindle was happy to sell them and then keeping his mouth shut when those same Cons bragged about taking them off fallen enemies.
The arms dealer was a bit concerned to hear about The Fallen being involved in all of this. He’d always been the more practical sort, not really getting into all of those superstitions and legends, but he had heard of the Fallen. In fact he was pretty sure he’d sold a scimitar wielded by the Fallen, or, at least that’s what he’d told the dope who’d bought it off of him, made a nice little profit on that one. He’d rigged it up to light on fire and everything. Still, if the Fallen was truly involved and if he was anything like what everyone said he was, then they were going to need some heavy firepower. Maybe it was time to enact his little failsafe, whether Onslaught agreed to it or not. He knew that he would feel safer surrounded by his vast array of weapons and equipment.
The Combaticon looked up at Onslaught as the commander addressed him. A wide smile spread over his face as his purple optics lit up. “That’s music to my audio receptors Onslaught! I’ve just been waiting to hear those words! We’ll get old Blast Off down here along with oodles of guns, explosives and other goodies. This Fallen guy will wish he’d never crawled out of whatever he was in!”
Swindle produced a small beacon. “I know you’ll like this Onslaught, you always like to be prepared and I’ve taken that to heart. I rigged up one of the escape pods on the Obliteration for just such an occasion. Lets just say I’ve got it decked out as a little ‘care package’ in case we needed it and couldn’t contact the ship directly or get back to it.” ‘Or in case you guys kicked me off the team for good,’ he added silently to himself.
Anyway, I activate this and the escape pod launches. I installed a full cloaking unit on this baby, so once it detaches it disappears. Only old Blast Off will notice and I’ve got a pre-programmed message to let him in on it all. The invisi-pod will then lock on to my location and land nearby, instant portable armory! Ya gotta love technology!”
Hook overheard some talk about the Fallen, but he dismissed it considering it came from Long Haul. You couldn’t trust all the rubbish a glorified transport was bound to spout off about. Scrapper could waste time considering the fool’s words while he kept hard at work. Worrying about superstitions wasn’t going to get Devastator completed any sooner.
The surgical engineer sneered at Mixmaster. “I would have to say that your usage of the word ‘genius’ denigrates all true geniuses out there, like myself. Now get out of the way while I continue to create the greatest feat of engineering Cybertronian technology has ever seen!”
Once Long Haul was on the table Hook quickly went to work. With each surgery he performed he became more adept. Unfortunately there was a limit to what experience could do to help him. Each Constructicon had a unique build, along with a unique function in the Devastator whole. This made each surgery different from the last. The Constructicon relished the challenge though as he quickly began make the adjustments to Long Haul’s internal structure to allow for the additional transformation and the flow of power and information across his circuits and into the connection points with the other Constructicons. After that bit of engineering came the more challenging work of adjusting cerebral circuitry, opening him to the merged mind that would be Devastator. Truly, if they weren’t at war he would write an entire journal on this process and likely win every award the science and technology academies on Cybertron had to offer.