Pharma wrote:“Very good, Bluestreak, my boy. I’ll leave you to it. If you run across anything unexpected and need help, let me know.”
“Don’t worry, Pharma, I will!” Bluestreak shouted back as his voice echoed through the tight corridors of Omega Supreme. The chatterbot continued to stay focused on the task at hand, soldering the nodules that needed repairs. It wasn’t hard work and things came along quite nicely. “There we go! That should do it!” Bluestreak switched off his soldering torch and began to inspect his work just as another transmission came across his comm line.
Pharma wrote:>>Bluestreak, my boy, Neutro and his fellow builders are going to aide us in our efforts. I shall be in Omega Supreme’s processing center to ensure no repairs are needed there if you need me.<<
>>”Glad to hear it, Pharma! We can use all the help we can get! By the way, I got these first set of nodules all patched up. I’m moving on to the next ones. Just FYI.”<<
Bluestreak didn’t wait for a response. He simply moved further down the corridor he was in until he came to the next junction of damaged nodules. “My my, you guys have certainly seen better days. Heh,” the dark blue and silver mech muttered under his breath as he knelt down and activated his torch again. As the nodes were carefully reconnected, Bluestreak received yet another comm from Pharma.
Pharma wrote:>>Bluestreak and Neutro, my boys, I believe reactivating Omega Supreme will best enable us to repair him in a quicker fashion. I suggest you secure your tools and persons in the event our friend awakens in a foul mood.<<
“Oh for Primus sake,” Bluestreak muttered in an annoyed fashion. >>“Well, I hope Omega doesn’t move around too much, Doc. I have pretty steady hands but not when I’m rattling around inside a ticked off Omega Guardian.”<<
With his concerns stated, Bluestreak grabbed a hold of a nearby bulkhead with his free hand while continuing to solder the necessary connections with his right. It didn’t take long for Omega to awaken and his ominous voice to echo throughout the corridors.
Omega Supreme wrote:”REACTIVATION COMMENCING. ENERGY LEVELS BELOW OPERATIONAL REQUIREMENTS. DAMAGE SUSTAINED; GRIEVOUS. NERVOUS SYSTEM OPERATIONAL LEVEL AT 81.37%. REQUESTING PRESENCE OF OPTIMUS PRIME OR A REGIONAL COMMAND FIGURE. NEWS; URGENT.”
“Oh, boy,” Bluestreak said out loud. “Okay, Omega, I’ll call Prowl for you! He's the closest command guy here. Just hang in there!” The chatterbot then opened a secured comm line to the military strategist:
>>”Prowl, this is Bluestreak. Omega is awake and needs to speak with a regional command figure urgently. He didn’t say what it’s about, but I’m sure it’s important.”<<
Autobot City Construction Site – Outside
Jetfire wrote:>>Prowl, this is Jetfire. I am heading down to Autobot City with a scanner to further the gestalt project. According to the Ark sensory logs, Omega Supreme and Skylynx are down there with you. They may prove quite valuable for information on their own combination process. I will also scan all Auto pots down there to glean any other information for future candidates and better understanding. We may find other possibilities for future projects beyond the gestalt process.<<
Before Prowl was able to get an answer to his most recent question, he received a comm from Jetfire. Apparently, the gestalt project was chugging along nicely and the scientist was on his way down to continue scanning for prospective candidates. The military strategist sent a non-verbal acknowledgement back to Jetfire before returning his attention to the mechs in front of him.
Grapple wrote:"Ah, yes. Omega was carrying several fellow Autobots. From...where...I'm not sure, exactly. I haven't got the story and didn't quite think it my place to ask. But they certainly all look like they've seen better cycles.”
It was not Springer that ultimately answered his query, but Grapple. “Really? Do you know who they were? I would very much like to speak to them?”
“It was us, sir.” The voice came from behind Prowl, who quickly spun around on his heel to face the newcomers to the conversation. The black and white immediately knew the orange ‘Bot standing before him.
“Rung?! You’re here?! Last I heard you were stationed on Garrus-9 as their chief psychiatrist,” Prowl said as he looked beyond Rung to the mech standing behind him. “Who’s that?”
“That’s Streamlight. He was a guard at Garrus-9, and you are correct, sir, I was stationed there, but something happened. Something terrible that you must be made aware of. I understand Optimus Prime is…no longer functioning?”
“Actually, now that you mention it, he’s been found, safe and alive,” Prowl informed him. “He’s…not quite his old self yet, so Ultra Magnus is still in charge for now. However, you can tell me whatever it is you need to say and I’ll relay it to….”
Prowl was then interrupted by the booming sound of Omega Supreme’s voice:
Omega Supreme wrote:”REACTIVATION COMMENCING. ENERGY LEVELS BELOW OPERATIONAL REQUIREMENTS. DAMAGE SUSTAINED; GRIEVOUS. NERVOUS SYSTEM OPERATIONAL LEVEL AT 81.37%. REQUESTING PRESENCE OF OPTIMUS PRIME OR A REGIONAL COMMAND FIGURE. NEWS; URGENT.”
That was then followed by a transmission from Bluestreak, indicating that Omega Supreme had awoken and was demanding to speak with a high-level officer.
>>”Yes, I just heard him, Bluestreak. Thank you. I’ll be there shortly.”<<
Cutting his comm line, Prowl looked back at Rung. “Well, as you heard, Omega is now awake. I take it he’s going to tell me something similar to what you were about to say?”
“Yes,” Rung responded, solemnly. “But I think it’s better if you get the story from him, sir.”
“Indeed,” the strategist agreed. “Go get whatever medical attention you and Streamlight here may require. I will touch base with you later if I need to.”
“Yes, sir,” Rung said as he and Streamlight moved out of Prowl’s way. However, before the black and white could make his way over to the Omega Guardian, Jetfire approached, having just bounced down.
Jetfire wrote:"Hey, Prowl, I figured I would do some scanning for the gestalt project and take a general look around out of curiosity. I see Omega Supreme and Skylynx are here. Omega seen better days while Skylynx is as pristine as ever. I shouldn't be too surprised with the lieutenant commander. I promise I will stay out of the way."
“Do whatever it is you have to, Jetfire,” Prowl said as he walked by the aerial scientist. “I have a very important debriefing to attend to.” With that said, Prowl made a beeline directly towards Omega Supreme before disappearing through the outer hatchway.
Inside Omega Supreme – Processing Center
Knowing that the best place to engage Omega would be in his central processing center, Prowl made his way there. Once he had arrived, the black and white saw that Pharma was already present, having been the one to reactivate the sleeping giant.
“I guess I have you to thank for this, Pharma,” Prowl said as he approached the center of the room where the main processor was located. The military strategist did not wait for a response as he turned his attention to the Omega Guardian.
“Omega Supreme, this is Prowl, second-in-command of the Autobot forces here in the Sol System. Optimus Prime is currently recuperating from injuries and Ultra Magnus is very busy with other matters. Whatever urgent news you have can be relayed to me.”