Kol System - The Avante Garde
Chromia awaited their arrival impatiently. During that time, Flareup made her presence know rather...unnervingly. Chromia cast a sidelong glance at her ward. Playing with explosives again. Joy. It always made Chromia a bit nervous when Flareup tinkered with high explosives while she was in the potential blast range. Lancer voiced her thoughts on the whole rescue mission/trap. Chromia could only shake her head and chuckle.
"Could be, Lancer. But that will only make things more fun. Monitor duty is getting kind of old," Chromia said as she stretched her servos.
Primus, was it getting old. Chromia liked to be in the thick of it, moving and...shooting and...stuff! Sitting and staring at a monitor all cycle? Eyck. This distress beacon was a welcome change.
Yet another new arrival drew her attention toward the doors to the bridge. Ah. Roulette.
"Hello everyone. What's new this cycle?"
"Heyo, Roulette! We've found a distress beacon. We're going to check it out. Hopefully, it'll be a trap set by the Nemesis
! Oh...and maybe rescue some Autobots if its real," Chromia explained. She found the prospect of finding the Nemesis
more appealing. A little action would be nice. Plus, they could maybe fufill their mission and get put back on the front lines. That would be nice. Or Prowl would send them on another wild goose chase. He tended to be a prick like that.
________________Nemesis - Hangar
Falcon prepared to open the bay doors when Skyquake
entered the hangar. The predator dropped what he was doing to listen to their leader as he changed the orders about somewhat. Talon looked at him rather baffled by the sudden change, wishing for Falcon to translate them a little more simply."Uhm.... so... what we do now?"
"Stay near me and shoot any Autobots you see. Pretty much the same thing," Falcon answered as he clapped Talon
on the shoulder plating and watched Skyquake slam down on the door controls and open the hatch out into the unforgiving atmosphere. As their fearless leader leaped out into the sky, Falcon stepped up to the edge and turned away from the void below to cast a parting glance to Snare
, a sort of well-wishing look, before being sucked out into the skies below.
Plummeting downward, Falcon transformed into his stealth fighter alternate mode and soared away from the Nemesis
. The aerial Vehicons quickly followed Skyquake's orders and formed up behind the Predator commander. The former predator leader took up a position near the rear of the formation. No need to cluster the Predators closer together to make for an easy target.
Yes...Now then. Where were those little Autobots?
"Come out to play, Thunderclash..."
_________________Clemency - Decepticon Worldsweeper Remains
Thunderclash listened silently to Road Rage
's counsel. All of it was sound advice, though he'd expect no less from one such as Road Rage. Thunderclash had come to the same or similar conclusions about their situation. Fortunately, as soon as Road Rage retrieved the requested transformation cog, they would again be able to move locations. Thunderclash had considered seeking out a decepticon ship and repairing it, but with the Nemesis
lurking above...Chances were slim that they could escape before being blown to pieces. Again. They would need to devise a distraction of sorts...and take the chance to run.
While Thunderclash again pondered their strategy going forward, Bumper suddenly became excited, drawing the regional commander's attention toward the smaller communications bot."B...boss! Boss!! I...I can't believe it. I...I think we got something! Y-yeah! Hah-haa! It looks like a signal matching our modulation! Someone's actually getting our call! I...I can't believe we got one this quick...!"
A look of surprise affixed itself on Thunderclash's faceplate, but it was soon replaced by a triumphant smile. Given how long they had been stranded on this planet, which was only a third of a deca-cycle, the response had been miraculously swift. They were spared from orns of work. Of course, if it was real. Being constantly hunted cast a shadow on any light of hope that they were given. Thunderclash looked to Road Rage as she offered her advice on the matter.“I would advise caution, Thunderclash. It could be a Decepticon trap designed to make the signal look like it was from an Autobot source. If I’m wrong then perhaps our luck is finally changing for the better."
Thunderclash nodded to Road Rage as she exited the medical bay to hunt for the requested part. Looking down at his patient, he finished repairs on the other parts of the body, and cut off the energon flow around the area where the transformation cog rested. Carefully, Thunderclash cut out the damaged part and placed it gingerly on the table. There. All he needed now was the replacement and to close his patient back up.
Casting his gaze over to the excited Bumper, Thunderclash smiled and said, "Excellent work, Bumper
! Don't answer them yet though. Analyze the signal closely, make sure it's genuine. We can't afford to make mistakes. Once you've verified it's authenticity, let me know."
Thunderclash turned his gaze back to the patient and then to the monitors beside the tables, carefully watching his patient's vitals. Though caution advised against it, he dared to hope that they would escape their dire predicament as free Autobots instead of prisoners of war or corpses. It looks like our game of cat and mouse will soon be coming to an end, Skyquake...