- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Back and forth, in and out of the base, loading and unloading, such was the life of the Constructicon transporter. With very little help from his comrades, Long Haul had managed to cart away the vast majority of the rock pile Scavenger had created during his digging. Mixmaster, meanwhile, had taken what he needed and disappeared, leaving it to a group of worker drones to fill up Long Haul’s truck bed so that he could then lug all of the excess rocks and boulders to a place far outside of the partially built base. Once everything was dumped, the heavy lifter returned to the confines of the dome and repeated his task. It was a repetitive one at best, but he was used to such chores and was very good at doing them.
Then came the chance to do something different, something a bit more meaningful even if it meant dealing with a certain cone-headed seeker. Long Haul transformed back into his robot mode and listened as Scrapper sent out a unit-wide comm to the Constructicons, ordering one of them to head over to the Ultrax and determine the extent of the damage done to the Stunticon vessel and what exactly needed to be done to fix it. The idea of having to work with Ramjet didn’t sit well with the green transport, but at least it was something more than carrying useless rocks to and fro. Now, Long Haul had a real mission or the semblance of one in order to make the white conehead happy.
>>”No problem, Scrapper! I’ll head over there now and figure out what needs to be done. Long Haul out."<<
Cutting his comm line, Long Haul glanced over at Scavenger and gave his comrade a hearty wave goodbye. “See ya later, Scavs! I’m gonna check out the Ultrax for the boss. I shouldn’t be too long." Not waiting for an reply, the heavy lifter turned and headed out of the protective dome and back into the corrosive salt water environment of the Yellow Sea. Once he was far enough away, Long Haul opened another comm line, this one to the crashed Stunticon frigate that was located somewhere at the bottom of the Kurile Trench as indicated by the coordinates that Scrapper had sent him and the others:
>>”Long Haul to anybody onboard the Ultrax. I’ve been instructed to head over to your location and take a look see at the damage done to the ship. Scrapper wants hard data on what exactly needs to be done to fix that frigate and make it flight worthy again. I need someone to bounce me over there ASAP. Sending my coordinates now."<<
Once the coded message was sent, Long Haul simply crossed his arms over his chest plate and waited for a bounce beam to rescue him from the acidic compounds of the surrounding sea water.