- Weapon: Energo-Sword
Swindle offered a reassuring smile to the two triplechangers before turning to rifle through his weapons stash. There were a few bits of technology he wanted to make sure he got a hold of before anyone else saw them. Sure, he’d brought it down here for all of them to reload and re-arm, but he had made this little emergency armor in case he needed to strike out on his own. Occasionally his business activities ran a bit counter to the general Decepticon cause or that of the Combaticons. Brawl had certainly indicated there was still a bit of bad blood from last time. Making sure he had a couple of key items would keep him safe if that happened again.
“Well fellas,” he addressed Blitzwing and Astrotrain, “things seem a bit fluid at the moment. It sounds like the slag is hitting the fan up in orbit, if ya know what I mean. I’m thinking that the whole leadership situation is about to get a lot clearer here real soon.” He grabbed some extra ammunition for his scatter blaster, attaching the large gun to his arm. The arms dealer grabbed a couple of energon containers, throwing one each to Astrotrain and Blitzwing before topping off his own tanks. “There are some repair patches in here to fix up any minor damage you have, anything major will take some more work.”
A broad smile formed on the Combaticon’s face as he scooped up one particular device. He had hoped to sell it to someone but at the very least he could get some use out of it. Autobots were always good at retrieving their fallen from the battlefield and they tended to shoot up anyone doing some scavenging so it had been a heck of a risk getting this device. It shouldn’t be too hard to integrate into his systems though, and then he would have his own little holoavatar to chat with the natives more easily. He just knew he’d be running this little mudball in no time or, at least, take all of its wealth.
Swindle frowned as he got the new message from Onslaught. Plunging into battle against fellow Decepticons on the enclosed confines of a starship was not his idea of a good time. Apparently it was going to be a Combaticon only show too, which meant he would be too busy fighting to collect any new merchandise. Yeah, this wasn’t going to be fun at all.
“Hmmm, well guys it looks like the boss is calling us away. I know I said I’d get you into the fight, and if it was up to me I would! But, we all have to answer to someone and I answer to Onslaught. So I figure while we are gone you guys can get fueled up, fixed up and then maybe load our weapons into whatever base the Constructicons are building down there. Nothing like having a fully stocked armory in a new base I say.” He leaned in close, placing his hands on each of their shoulders. He spoke in a whisper. “I know you guys aren’t happy about this, but it isn’t so bad. Onslaught probably wants to punish you and this is all you are going to get, and it includes full fuel tanks and repairs. That’s a slagging decent punishment if I do say so myself.
Swindle pulled his hands away, leaving small patches on each of their shoulders. The patches quickly changed color, blending into the color of each of the Decepticons paint schemes. It would take a very close inspection to even notice them, even buy the Decepticon they were attached too. The emitted a low frequency form of radiation that was totally harmless but could be easily traced by someone who knew what they were looking for. He wasn’t going to let the triple go off the reservation again.
The arms dealer smiled at them again as he scooped up the radio that matched the one Blast Off likely had now. “Alright guys, I’ll see you on the other side, hopefully with a definitive leader of the Decepticons.” Swindle activated his personal comm unit and connected to the Thanatos. He was instantly enveloped in a beam of light as he bounced up to the waiting vessel.
Hook mostly blocked out the talking by the other Constructicons. It was a talent that had served him quite well over the years, and one every surgeon should possess. He carefully adjusted the nervous and electrical systems inside of Long Haul. It took careful and precise adjustments to make sure his systems would connect with the others and allow direct input and output and allowing his mind to merge into the collective on that would become Devastator. It was all groundbreaking technology and techniques and it didn’t need interrupting by whatever silly arguments the others were having.
Finally the surgical engineer began to extricate his hands from the other Constructicon, sealing him up as he went. “We can reactivate Long Haul now, another flawless operation completed.” He finished sealing up the Constructicon before looking at Scrapper. “Do we continue with the operations? I would prefer to stay activated during mine if possible, you might need my assistance in it.”