by Smokescreen85 » Sun Jun 02, 2013 9:38 am
- Motto: ""A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.""
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Storage Facility
As the service drone went around the vast chamber collecting all of the materials Wheeljack had requested, the mechanical engineer toiled away on a small datapad, taking the needed time to design the Cybertronian armature they would require for the upcoming tests. Actually, ‘Jack was modifying a previous schematic, one that had been used to build Smokescreen’s new body. It no longer looked anything like the diversion expert as the mad scientist had stripped the blueprint down into a basic skeleton and circulatory system. He still internally chided himself for not saving Smokey’s old frame, but what’s done is done. There’s no going back now. They would just have to start from scratch. At least, the design phase was pretty much finished.
Finally, after what seemed liked vorns, the service drone pushed a filled hover-cart to the front of the room, letting out a few beeps and clicks to signify that it had completed the assigned task. Placing the datapad away in a hip compartment, Wheeljack approached the cart and peered inside to see if everything was present and accounted for. The engineer didn’t need the original list he had given to the drone as he had committed the necessary materials to his memory bank. A few astroseconds passed before ‘Jack looked over at the drone and gave the mechanism an approving nod. “Good job. Everything looks to be in order. I guess I’ll take it from here.”
Wheeljack then positioned himself at the rear of the hover-cart and gripped both of the handles. The Autobot inventor then pushed it towards the door which parted down the middle, exposing the corridor beyond. The drone beeped and chirped once more as ‘Jack exited the room and disappeared from sight.
Turbo Lift
It didn’t take long to make it back down to the turbo lift where Wheeljack stopped and waited for Perceptor to return with the needed parts from the medical bay. The engineer’s mind wandered for a brief time, hoping that both Smokescreen and Tracer had so far stayed out of trouble. He knew all too well that those two had likely already left the scientist’s lab. It was inevitable really. A mech could only take isolation for so long before boredom set in. ‘Jack really wasn’t that worried about the rallybot being out in the wild again as the red and blue mech had adjusted very well to his new form. It was Tracer that was of graver concern. Her mental condition and dependency on Syk could cause serious problems and thus draw unwanted attention to not only herself but to the rest of them, as well. The scientist prayed to Primus that Smokey was able to keep the troubled femme sane and under control for all their sakes.
Shaking himself from his thoughts, Wheeljack pulled out the datapad once more and began working on some refinements to the armature. It was both a way to keep his mind occupied on the task at hand and to ensure that the best possible test subject was ultimately created. Before long, Perceptor would arrive with the rest of the materials and then they could head back up to the science lab where the ore testing would commence and hopefully yield the desired positive results.
Bridge
Once Kup finally arrived on the bridge, he immediately made his way to the command chair and sat down. Wasting no time beyond his initial comment regarding his age, the old timer asked what Axle and Bluestreak had found out about those who had gone AWOL down on the planet below. The gunner almost answered but stopped his vocal processor from uttering a single word just as the field medic gave his report. It was a good summary of everything they had compiled together, but would it be enough to convince Kup that the end of all things was upon them?
“Axle’s right, Kup,” Bluestreak interjected, not being able to keep his mouth shut any longer. “It sounds crazy, yes, but it’s all true. The Fallen is inside of Rodimus and he intends to unleash Unicron on all of us if we don’t stop him. As you can see on the datapad, there was ancient Cybertronian writing on the walls of Hex’s little hideaway. There’s no way he could have written that let alone understood it if he weren’t under the Fallen’s influence. There were also coordinates that indicate the five of them are in an isolated region of the nation-state called Australia. I recommend that we take action sooner rather than later, sir. A surprise attack might work, but with the powers they possess they might see us coming anyway.”
Bluestreak paused for a moment before he continued, not liking what he was about to suggest. “Furthermore, and I hate to admit this, but I’m afraid we will need to form an alliance with the Decepticons, Commander. I was dead set against the idea from the moment Axle suggested it, but he’s right nevertheless. Only together as one Cybertronian race do we even stand a chance against supernatural powers such as these. The enemy of our enemy is our friend. However, like I told Axle earlier, we must be on constant guard and be ready for the ‘Cons to betray us the first chance they get. Once we win this battle against the Fallen, if we win, the ‘Cons will turn on us. It’s a certainty, sir.”
The black and silver mech then spared a glance over at Axle before returning his attention to Kup. It was hard the gauge the old warhorse and what his reaction might be to all of this. Perhaps he would believe them, or perhaps he would think they needed to be reprogrammed. Regardless, the Apocalypse was coming whether any of them wanted to admit it or not.