The Guardian – Mess hall to the Bounce ChamberIron Fist wrote:Beachcomber. I need you and Pipes to report to the Bounce Chamber. Bring up Hot Spot and the others as signals allow.
”Woah now, Iron Fist was actually listening?” Beachcomber started.
>>You got it
Fist! I’ll get on down there and bring these here soldiers home!<< he replied, enthusiastically.
He turned to
Pipes, “maybe we can entertain the troops as they arrive back, how are you on the acoustic guitar?” he queried, then took another look who he was talking to. “Guess you’re more of a percussion man, huh?”
He stepped over Rusty and out from behind the bar, loosened his servos up and switched to his so-far unused specialist Beach Buggy altmode, revving his engine. Modified and designed to go planetside, sand and desert regions especially, he paused for a second to consider the irony that the closest this geologist was going to get to
this desert was ‘porting this bunch of jocks off it. He shrugged as best he could with no shoulders, and with a squeal of rubber he was off down the empty corridors.
♫ “Gotta do some livin', got the wanderlust, Better clear the highway 'cause I'm gonna move some dust, Oh I got wheels, wheels on my heels...” ♫He made quick work of the short journey and skidded to a halt in the Bounce Chamber.
♫ “And I gotta keep rollin', rolling along” ♫He pulled up reverted back to his robot form. “At least the lights are still on in here. All we need now are the cameras, and some
action.” He made himself comfortable in the chair opposite the control panel. Everyone knew how to activate the Bounce Chambers remotely, and he reflected that this should be a nice easy job so he placed his bottle on the console, activated the hologramatic display and tilted it forwards so he didn’t have to get up. “Best give ‘Spots the good news” he reasoned to the empty room, waiting to see if
Pipes had followed him or not.
Smokey had better get here he thought,
he's got the Cy-gars.
He activated the chambers comms channel, and opened a broadcast to the Autobots tuned to its frequency.
>>>Good evening Bot’s and Grills, you’re listening to Radio Beachcomber;
the sounds of the King. The Guardian transportation chamber is now open for business, so send in those signals, and let’s bounce away those GI Blues and get you back stateside!<<<
All he had to do now was wait and welcome the returning ships Captain.
♫ Hot Spot, you say you're really coming back, Hot Spot, I'm waiting at the bouncing track ,
Hot Spot, you say you're coming home for good, Hot Spot, I'm going to keep knocking on wood,
And baby, I can hardly wait, I'm gonna meet you at the gate, Hot Spot. ♫