- Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
- Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
The outskirts of star system Elba, several light hours away from Garrus-9...
The vast, endless canvas of stars was still, save for a occasional shooting star piercing the night. This serenity was not going to last for long though. A hole was punched into the darkness, massive amounts of energy being focused on a pinprick sized chunk of space. Within fraction of a second the small void in space grew into a ripple until the it began to appear like the space itself began collapsing into the growing rift. And from this hole in the fabric of space, appeared a sleek, angular space faring vessel. It was black as the space surrounding it, barely visible against the background were it not for the purple accents of its hull. And as suddenly this foreboding vessel, size of a small city, had appeared - it disappeared from sight as if it had become one with the endless void of space.
And yet, the vessel was still there.
"The Semper Tyrannis is at full readiness," Reflector began, his components entering various commands in to their respective workstations. "Ghost shield engaged. Waiting for confirmation from the rest of the fleet."
The wait, such as it was, did not prove to be an extensive one. At the appointed time, and at the appointed place, various other vessels from the 2nd Expansion Fleet began transmitting their presence as both small and massive warships began to appear at varying points in the spacescape. Reflector took in the arrival of each new vessel with a certain degree of increasing satisfaction.
"Signals confirmed. Corvette Cleansed by Fire reporting in. Condition level yellow." Finback, a sickly, crusty old sailor and the Tyrannis' designated navigator reported from his workstation inside a life-support tank which kept a metal eating condition of his from spreading, "Corvette Demonizer reporting in. Condition red. Corvette Final Fortune reporting in. Condition yellow. Corvette General Nightmare reporting in. Condition yellow. Corvette Hands of Death reporting in. Condition red. Corvette Insurrection reporting in. Condition green. Corvette Mega Starpuncher reporting in. Condition yellow. Corvette Nepenthe reporting in. Condition yellow. Corvette Phantom of Death reporting in. Condition yellow. Corvette Steel Tormentor reporting in. Condition yellow. Corvette The Bitter End reporting in. Condition red. Corvette The Gentle Art of Making Enemies reporting in. Condition yellow. Well, they got an enemy in me. Those gearsticks owe me big time. I remember back in..."
"Enough!" Cyclonus' chilling voice interrupted Finback before the old Decepticon would get carried away with his reminiscenting. "Continue with the reports."
"Ah, yes. I apologize cap'n." Finback regained his thoughts, proceeding to continue listing the ships that had reported back. "Corvette The Surgeon's Warning reporting in. Condition yellow. Corvette Triple Corpse Hammerblow -sigh- reporting in. Condition red. Frigate Eternal Night reporting in. Condition yellow. Frigate Spirit of Wrath reporting in. Condition yellow. Frigate Terminus reporting in. Condition yellow. Frigate The Flame of Serenity reporting in. Condition red. Frigate The Splendour of a Thousand Swords Gleaming Beneath the Blazon of the Decepticon Empire reporting in. Condition green. Seriously... what the slag the crew of Splendour were drinking when they named that ship? Nightmare Fuel? I need that stuff..."
A baleful look from Cyclonus pulled Finback back to the reality. "Eh, back to the business. Yeah. Frigate Merciless Dominator reporting in. Condition yellow. Frigate Flaming Ember reporting in. Condition red. Destroyer Burning Justice reporting in. Condition yellow. Destroyer Majestic Beast reporting in. Condition yellow. Destroyer Pestilence pending in on report. Last known condition level yellow. Battlecruiser Invictus reporting in. Condition green. Warworld Doctrine of Fear reporting in. Condition yellow. And Worldsweeper The Shatterer reporting in. Condition yellow. All bug ridden ships ready and counted for. Waiting word from Snaptrap.And now I have a cranial ache...."
"We are in the position Commander." Finback stated. "Standing by."
"What is the ETA for our target?" Cyclonus asked, stalking the bridge quietly as he continued to await notification from the Pestilence. He had confidence that he had selected the right Decepticon to bring that ship under heel and quell any problems amongst the Insecticons before they managed to spread and become problems for the whole fleet. But that confidence only went so far. Cyclonus also wanted results. He would not wait for Snaptrap's affirmation of the Pestilence's readiness for much longer.
"10 light-hours, sir." The Reflector trio hurried to reply in unison, not willing to have Finback to take all the attention of their superiors.
Reflector's announcement prompted reaction from no other than the High Commander Scorponok himself. The gigantic Decepticon had been sitting on his command throne, leaning thoughtfully against one of his massive claws. There was much depending on the battle to follow. Majority of the 2nd Fleet had been summoned to join the assault. Only a handful of ships had been left to defend their most critical holdings. Unlike Nebulos, this operation couldn't be carried out with just a one battlegroup. So Scorponok had freed three of the five he had. Too bad most of them were in a sorry state of being. Only few ships had been listed green in the operational condition check. Most had been listed yellow, which really meant that most of his fleet was in disrepair of various levels. At least only few of the summoned ships had been in no condition of being any kind of asset to the fight. To be successful, he needed all the intel there was to be had from his Autobot captives.
"Cyclonus, check in with Scourge and Soul Siren." Scorponok spoke, "ETA 10 light-hours. Last chance of cancellation of Operation: Convergence at 4. I want Scattershot's data."
"As you command," Cyclonus said, opening a direct commlink with Soul Siren.
>>"Lord Scorponok demands a status update. Has the patch been initiated? Has Scourge retrieved the codes from the Technobot?"<<
As Cyclonus contacted Soul Siren, Scorponok sent out a holographic projection of himself to his chosen hacking team. >>"Sparkstalker, Wingspan - ETA to target 10 light-hours. Report your current state of readiness."<<
Combo post by Sid and Cry.