by Smokescreen85 » Thu Sep 26, 2013 12:25 pm
- Motto: ""A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.""
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Peruvian Valley, Glacial Lake - Shoreline
Following the dirt path to the end, Prowl finally emerged from the forest and stepped out onto the shoreline of the lake. His optics scanned the vicinity and immediately took note of the Aerialbots, or at least some of them, along with Nova Strike and Hound who were already on the beach. They appeared a bit water-logged, but otherwise seemed no worse for wear. Except for the green scout, of course, who was unconscious and lying flat on his back, an observation confirmed by Air Raid’s informative comm line.
Approaching the scene, the military strategist shook his cranium from side to side, unbelieving that the very mech he needed to scare off the humans could now be out of commission for who knows how long. Letting out a sigh, Prowl knelt down next to Hound and looked him over from top to bottom. “All right, I’ll take it from here, Air Raid,” the black and white said as he pulled out a medical scanner and waved the device slowly over the scout’s inert form. After a few brief astroseconds, the readings came back in the green. All systems were functioning within normal parameters if not optimal. “Well, he’s not in a coma,” Prowl remarked as he placed his left hand along the back of Hound’s cranial unit, feeling a decent sized dent. “He just bumped his head which in turn scrambled his circuits. He’ll be fine.”
The strategist then gazed down into the scout’s optics, which began to flicker slightly as though they were trying to turn back on. “Hound! Can you hear me?! It’s Prowl! Hound! HOUND!! Wake up!!” Prowl gave the green mech a hard slap across the faceplate. The sudden strike caused Hound to grab his superior’s arm in one swift motion as his optics came to life all at once.
“What! What happened!?” Hound exclaimed as he looked from Air Raid to Prowl. “Where am I?”
“Relax, Hound,” Prowl responded, removing his forearm from the scout’s grasp. “You’re on the shoreline of the lake you just crashed into. The Aerialbots got you out. You remember crashing, don’t you?”
“Yes,” the hologram specialist replied as he rubbed the back of his head and slowly started to sit up. “I remember we were struck by an atmospheric discharge. Crashing the shuttle into the lake was all that I could do to avoid any potential human casualties. But then I blacked out...”
“That’s correct and now you’re here on dry land,” Prowl interjected as he placed a steady hand on the green mech’s shoulder plate, keeping him in a sitting position. “Take it easy. Don’t get up too fast.”
“Yes, sir,” Hound replied as he glanced over at the others who were dragging the equipment from the shuttle’s cargo hold onto the beach. “Was anything damaged? Were they able to get everything out?”
“I’m not sure yet. I just arrived here, myself, but being as the shuttle landed in water I’m hoping that the equipment is okay, or at least fixable if something was damaged.” Prowl then looked over at the salvaged hardware before returning his attention to the scout. “In the future, however, it might be best to just let a flier, you know, do the flying. Only a suggestion.”
“I guess,” Hound said as he felt the need to defend his piloting skills. “Although, not even an Aerialbot could avoid a lightning strike. Also, with all due respect, perhaps it would’ve been a better idea to simply bounce down here. After all, the storm would’ve made a perfect cover for the bounce beam.”
A frown became etched on Prowl’s faceplate, causing Hound to cringe slightly. The military strategist didn’t like to be second guessed, but the scout’s counter suggestion had merit. “Perhaps,” the black and white said as he stood to his full height, extending a hand down to assist the green mech in getting up.
“Thank you,” Hound said as Prowl pulled him to his feet. “My head’s starting to feel better now.”
“Good, glad to hear it,” the strategist replied just as the medical drone moved over to their position at the bequest of Nova Strike. “You’re services aren’t needed here,” Prowl began to say as he was about to wave the mechanism off before remembering that there was another member of the team that still required medical attention. “Although, Bumblebee has a damaged shoulder which will need fixing as soon as possible. Hound, take the med-bot up to his location. Just follow that pathway over there through the forest and up to a clearing. That’s where I left Bumblebee. Be very quiet and careful as there are humans not far from that location. Rewind is in the vicinity, as well, trying to scare the natives away with sound effects. However, I’m certain we’ll need more than just strange noises to get rid of them. That’s why I called you down here. I need you to use your hologram gun to provide a visual scare to go along with the audio one. Think you can manage that?”
Hound cracked a smile and nodded. “Sure thing, sir. Anything in particular you want me to manifest?”
“I don’t really care just as long as the humans are gone in the end,” Prowl said with impatience. “Use your best judgment.”
“Understood,” Hound responded as he turned and slowly walked towards the dirt path, still feeling a bit dazed from the hit on his head. The scout paused for a moment before glancing back at the medical drone. “You coming?” The small bot nodded before quickly catching up to the green mech. “You know, maybe I’ll have you fix the back of my cranium once your done with ‘Bee. I’d rather not walk around with a big ol’ dent in my head the whole time.”
“I can do that,” the drone responded in a monotone voice as it followed Hound off of the beach and into the forest.
With both Hound and the med-bot well on their way to the clearing, Prowl opened a comm line to the yellow minibot and the even smaller archivist: >>"Rewind, Bumblebee, I'm sending Hound up to your location with a med drone. Once everything is secured down here, the rest of us will join you."<<
Cutting the comm link, Prowl then turned his attention over to the Aerialbots and Nova Strike. “I’m glad to see that you are all in full operating condition. Has all of the equipment been salvaged from the sunken shuttle and, more importantly, is everything in working order?”