by Smokescreen85 » Fri Sep 27, 2013 12:18 pm
- Motto: ""A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.""
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Bridge
Smokescreen was almost giddy with joy when Blurr approved of his idea for the inclusion of some gaming machines in the speedster’s proposed bar. Of course, Blurr reminded the rallybot that they would have to get the idea past Magnus first and who knew if the City Commander would even go for it let alone the entire concept of a bar on board a warship in the first place. Smokey would just have to be sure to let Magnus know that the games would be just for fun and not associated with actual gambling. That way there would be no risk of breaking any rules from the Tyrest Accord. The only other alternative was to simply not mention the games and hope the fallout afterwards would be less than severe.
“Yeah, maybe we should just keep the gaming machines to ourselves for now, Blurr,” Smokescreen agreed, cracking a slight smile. After recent events, the diversion expert had fallen back into his old deceitful ways rather easily. Although, innocent games were a far cry from all of the issues regarding Tracer’s addiction, including the encounter with Oil Slick and the truth behind Smokey’s new body. Still, the bar alone would be a hard sell so leaving the games out of the conversation for the time being was probably for the best. “I guess maybe once we get the bar approved I can approach Magnus at a later date with the gaming idea. That might give us a better chance of getting that approved, too.”
Once they had finally arrived at the bridge, Blurr activated the doors which slid apart and allowed the trio of Autobots to enter. Smokescreen immediately took notice that there was a lot happening on the bridge. Not only was Ultra Magnus present, but so was Kup, Axle, Ratchet, Springer, Jazz, Blaster and Bluestreak along with the regular assortment of mechs that were simply going about they assigned duties. “Wow, looks like something serious is going down. We should probably find out what it is.”
The rallybot took a step forward as the doors closed behind him and his companions. He tried to lock optics with Axle, but instead found Bluestreak looking back at him. The chatterbot smiled and quickly made his way over to Smokescreen’s side. “Hey, Smokey! Good to see you again! Have you heard about everything that’s going on?”
“Actually, we were just wondering that,” the diversion expert said, giving a quick glance over at Blurr and Ingram before returning his full attention to the black and silver mech. “So, what is going on, Blue, and could you just give us the short version, please?”
“Sure thing, Smokes,” Bluestreak replied as he prepared his vocals for the onslaught of sound that was about to follow. “Basically, we’re facing the extinction of the Cybertronian race and the end of the universe as we know it. I know how this is going to sound but Hot Rod has been possessed by the Fallen. Yes, you heard right, that Fallen. And he’s gathered four heralds, including Hardhead, Hex and two ‘Cons, who are Darkride and Drag Strip, I think. Regardless, they plan on destroying all Cybertronian life and unleashing the Lord of Chaos, himself, Unicron! Right now, Rodimus and his heralds are down on Earth preparing for the apocalypse. We have their coordinates but we unfortunately need to meet with the Decepticons in order to barter a temporary truce so we can fight the Fallen on a united front. I can’t say I’m very optimistic that the ‘Cons will cooperate or can be fully trusted, but we really have no other options, I’m afraid.”
Smokescreen stood in awe, his mouth a gasp at the sheer volume of information that his audio receptors were hearing. The Fallen? Really? It sounded like a story that a drunken mech would tell. However, considering that Ultra Magnus, himself, was present along with other high ranking officials, the whole apocalyptic scenario must be true at least to some extent. “Whoa,” the rallybot could only utter at first. “That’s a lot to take in all at once.”
“Yeah, sorry about that, Smokey,” Bluestreak said, apologetically. “I gave you the shortest version I could muster.”
“Heh, I’m sure you did, Blue,” Smokescreen replied with a smirk before looking back over at Blurr again. “I guess the bar idea will have to wait. We can’t rightfully open a pub if the universe ends. Heh. We should offer Magnus our help, instead, don’t you think?”
“Wait an astrosec. A bar? What bar?” Bluestreak asked, looking back and forth between Smokescreen and Blurr. “You guys are opening a bar? You know I used to be friends with someone before the war that owned a....”
“We don’t care, Blue,” Smokescreen interrupted the gunner before another tirade of useless words spilled forth at a neverending rate.
“Sorry.”
Science Lab
Wheeljack returned to the science labs with a hover cart full of spare parts he had procured from the primary storage facility on board the ship. It wasn’t all they would need in order to build the test armature. A working circulatory system along with a nervous system would be needed, as well. Perceptor was in the process of getting those components from the medical bay, but he apparently was taking longer than anticipated. As a result, the mechanical engineer decided to head back down to the science lab to begin the early stages of construction.
Walking to the back of the lab where Jetfire had found space for the armature, Wheeljack noticed that Huffer had arrived to help out Iron Fist and Chromedome with a test node for the eventual global ground bridge. By the looks of things, they had made some steady progress on that front, finding and modifying a Subspace Transit Support Ring into a smaller version of what Ultra Magnus had requested. “You guys look like you’ve made some good headway over there. Great job! Have you had a chance to test it yet?”
Not waiting for an immediate response, Wheeljack pushed the hover cart to the back of the lab and gave Jetfire a friendly nod. “Sorry, it took so long. I was waiting for Percy, but I guess he got detained in the med bay. I’m sure he’ll be along soon. In the meantime, we should get started on the armature. Even without the internal components we can still build the outer shell and have it ready in time for when Perceptor gets here. Sound like a plan?”
The mechanical engineer then began pulling out numerous spare parts and placing them onto a nearby worktable. Before long, Wheeljack had begun putting together what looked like a basic Cybertronian skeleton. It wasn’t much but at least it was a start. As ‘Jack reached into the cart once more, looking for a cranial module, he received a status request from Ultra Magnus. Placing his tools down, the mad scientist opened a comm line back to the Sector Commander:
>>”Commander Magnus, this is Wheeljack. Jetfire and I are in the midst of building a test armature for the ore sample. Perceptor is retrieving the internal components that we’ll need as I speak. As for the others, Chromedome, Iron Fist and Huffer are hard at work on modifying an old subspace ring into a ground bridge node. It’s just a small version of what we’ll actually be using in the field, but it’ll suffice for the needed testing. No discernible results as yet, but we are all working as quickly as possible. I will keep you informed as things progress. Wheeljack out.”<<
Cutting his comm line, the mechanical engineer dove back into the hover cart and quickly found the cranial module he needed. Placing it at the top of the armature skeleton, Wheeljack began soldering it into place.