by Smokescreen85 » Thu Jul 28, 2011 10:23 am
- Motto: ""A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.""
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Bridge
>>”Understood, Ratchet.”<< Prowl commed down to the repair bay without taking his optics off the energy readings in front of him. He spent the next half-breem studying them, attempting to better understand their composition and consider possible origins. Although, with Shockwave’s discovery on Earth in the not-so-distant past, it was conceivable that the Decepticon scientist had something to do with this new energon growth. It was only a theory at present, but it was one that needed to be looked into nevertheless.
Prowl’s attention was drawn back to Blaster who informed him that there were currently no signs of ‘Con activity down on the planet. That was good news, but how long would it last? Surely, the Decepticons won’t just sit idly by after the loss of their own leader. Starscream would have something up his circuits. It was just a matter of playing the waiting game or finding the Ultrax first. “That’s what I like to hear, Blaster. Keep up the good work.”
Just as he finished speaking with the communications specialist, Silverbolt emerged from the conference room and approached the military strategist. Prowl listened and looked up at the apologetic Aerialbot leader. “I understand, Silverbolt. You don’t have to explain yourself. I could tell that things were bothering you just by analyzing your overall body language and facial expressions during the meeting. The loss of Prime is tough on us all and each mech handles it differently.
“As for going back down to the blast site, I’m afraid it’s far too dangerous. Perceptor has already suffered damage while investigating these strange energy readings down there. Even the skies are too risky as the immense ash cloud from the volcano would most certainly clog your jet thrusters. No, it’s out of the question.”
Prowl then considered Silverbolt’s secondary request of providing air support to Ironhide’s repair efforts down at the Ark-19. “Ironhide’s in charge of the repair mission and he’s already picked a team. Air support over Lake Michigan wouldn’t necessarily be a bad idea. However, it is unlikely the Decepticons would strike the Ark a second time as it doesn’t make strategic sense at this point. It is more likely that they would send their seekers on some kind of salvage mission or fuel run since they lost at lot of materials and energon in the destruction of their base. That is why I need you to prep your team for deployment at a moment’s notice. Your talents would be better served engaging the Decepticons’ seeker elite than in mere patrols that would only result in wasted energy.”
Prowl smiled up at Silverbolt, understanding that the Aerialbot Commander just needed something to take his mind off of everything. “I wish I had more for you at this point. Just ready your team. I have a gut feeling in my circuits that something’s going to happen sooner rather than later, and that’s when I’ll need your aerial expertise in the field. If there’s nothing else then you’re dismissed.”
With his orders given, Prowl returned his gaze to the view screen ahead just as he noticed a strange sound coming from somewhere on the bridge. The black and white mech looked around, trying to ascertain the source of the weird music. “What in the frag is that noise?” Prowl asked aloud as his optics finally fell on the communications station where Blaster had apparently tapped into an Earth-bound radio station. “Oh, I should have guessed. Nevermind.”
Bounce Chamber
Smokescreen finally entered the room to find Jazz already there talking with Ironfist and Ricochet. The speed at which the white mech had rushed by Smokey back in the corridors had startled him a bit, causing the diversion expert to almost lose his balance and fall against a wall. Fortunately, there was no harm done and Smokey understood that Jazz was just doing what came naturally to him.
“I'm sure Ironhide will be here soon,” Smokey commented, as he approached Jazz with a grin. “That was some fancy moves back there, buddy. I wish I was as agile as you. Although, I’d save your strength. Working underwater is a tough job. It’s no joy ride that’s for sure. I know because I had to do it before when Bumblebee’s original body exploded. I’ll tell you one thing, you certainly won’t be able to perform those stunts of yours while submerged.”
The diversion expert patted Jazz on the back before turning to look at both Ricochet and Ironfist. “So, are you guys joining us on the repair mission? We could certainly use the help.” Smokescreen knew the two replacement mechs by reputation only as he had never served with either of them before. However, Smokey was aware of Ironfist’s specialty in weapons engineering and of Ricochet’s penchant for having a very short temper. That was something the red and blue racer would have to be careful with as he was already on Hex’s bad side. He didn’t need to tick off the black and gold gunner, as well.
Mess Hall
Hardhead entered the room in a foul mood. His conversation with Prowl had not gone as planned, resulting in a reprimand and orders to get a recharge just in case his strength was needed. However, instead of going to the med bay and sitting in the usual recharge station, the seasoned veteran decided to drown his anger with some synthetic energon. He knew it wouldn’t taste too good, but at least he’d still get a power boost and he would do so his own way.
Ignoring the other mechs in the room, Hardhead approached the energon dispenser where he grabbed a tall glass. He then filled it three quarters of the way up before taking a seat at a far off table. Grumbling under his breath, he sat back and drank a small amount of the substitute. The green soldier’s reaction was immediate and harsh as he spit the glowing purple substance out of his mouth piece and all over the table top. “That’s disgusting!” Hardhead bellowed, his voice echoing throughout the vast room. “It’s worse than the crap I had to endure down in the Ark!”
Knowing that he still needed a recharge, the green warrior managed to force the remainder of the energon down, almost choking on the awful taste as it entered his fuel tanks. “Yuck!” The war veteran muttered before throwing the empty glass aside. It broke as it bounced off the seat next to him and then struck the floor, sending shards sliding in all directions. Hardhead didn’t care about the mess, instead only focusing on digesting the sickening brew as he tried to keep his annoyance in check.