The Energon Pub

Autobase Prime ~ Primary Hangar Bay

"No kidding.." Trailbreaker began in reply to Fortress Maximus, following the Baseformer towards the Command Center "..Grimlock possesses a great deal of positive attributes, patience, however, isn't one of them.." The Defensive Strategist paused briefly as he allowed himself a small smile "..Besides, someone's got to be there to keep things calm in case we have a 'Difference of opinion'"

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Autobase Prime ~ Medbay

"Well La De Da.." Jedishen thought to himself as he was threatened by Stormfire, something he'd recieved before, though not from a fellow Autobot he had to admit. As the flier headed off into the Medbay, refusing to accept the offer of help, the Scout shrugged his shoulders as he looked back to Strafe, the Technobot's reply not going ignored in and amongst It's little speech "Apparently not.." Jedishen began in response to Strafe's offer of help "..Thanks for the offer though, you might as well follow him and get yourself fixed up, who knows when we'll be needed again"

As he finished speaking, Jedishen noticed Mirage arrive, with Blurr in close proximity, and brush past he and Strafe, on his way to talk to the recently departed Stormfire. Offering a nod of thanks and a thumbs up to Blurr, the Scout walked forward up to the side of Mirage before answering his question "Actually it was me who sent Blurr to find you, I thought you may want to be informed that Stormfire had been...damaged, during the retreat out of Tau, seeing as how you...dealt with him last time" Jedishen finished, being sure to pick his words very carefully.

Autobase Prime - Main Med Bay

"I would think that's quite clear" Strafe would have paled somewhat (if it was possible) at Stormfire's tennant's words but since he couldn't he just looked a little put out. Strafe made no excuses his nerves were affecting him quite badly.

"You're welcome Jedishen. Heh yeah I guess I'd better; after all you can never be too careful right?" and with that Strafe followed him but quickly moved enough out of the way so as not to be an obsruction but remained nearby incase he was needed.

Still he nodded to Mirage in greeting as the spy walked in alowing them to talk while he observed and made a few small repairs on himself.

Autobase Prime--Command Center

Scoop was about to answer both Cliffjumper and Rollbar when Optimus Prime walked into the command center. Scoop imediatly saluted the Autobot leader. It seemed the Prime had gone through the mill in his latest battle with the cons on his front.

Scoop then heard Hotspot's idea that they needed to make an offensive. This did catch his attention. The autobots could use the moral booster of a win in a battle. Things did not seem to be going their way at the moment. Scoop turned back to the console he was at. He also kept an audio receptor open to any response to the Protectobot's idea.

Autobase Prime - Command Center

The doors to the nerve center of Autobot operations in the former Hub Capital slid open, admitting the massive bulk of Fortress Maximus. The Autobase had been designed on an impressive scale, so even one of his stature could move through it with little impediment, a fact for which he was extremely grateful. Though practically a bastion in his own right, he preferred to interact with his fellow soldiers on a more personal level whenever possible.

His bright blue optics took in the mechs that had already gathered there at a glance, before settling on his Supreme Commander. Fortunately for them all, it appeared their leader was none the worse for wear. Fortress Maximus did not much care to contemplate what would become of the war effort without the Matrix-Bearer to lead the Autobots. Although he was fairly sure there were others who would have taken a far more equanimous view of that prospect.

"Prime," he greeted concisely, then turned to the long-absent Dinobot Commander, busily poring over recent combat data. It was oddly comforting to know that some things would never change. "Grimlock. I'm pleased to see that you have made it back to Cybertron, at last. And not a nano-klik too soon. You always did have a flair for dramatic entrances."

Repair Bay

Cog entered the main repair bay unobtrusively, in stark contrast to the fairly conspicuous bulk of his "other half." The diminutive alter-ego of Fortress Maximus cast a concerned eye over the damaged Autobots presently undergoing treatment, before he moved to the side of the Autobot scientist that had been recently pressed into service as a medic.

He could sympathize with his position. Fortress Maximus himself was primarily an architect, but the necessities of war had compelled him to turn his skills to other tasks.

"Perceptor," said Cog, deferring to the other mech's considerable expertise, "is there any way in which I might be of assistance?"

Iacon----Streets

Few knew the pathways of the giant hub known as Iacon as well as Streetwise. In fact he could drive down them with his optics not functioning, and having fun with his fellow bots. Today was no pleasure cruise however. This time he was speeding through Iacon out of frustration. Frustration that the war was not going in their favor and that there hasn't been an offensive involving him or his fellow protectobots in quite sometime. As he continued down the roads he opened up a channel to Protectobot leader Hotspot and said "Yo chief this is Streetwise reporting in. When are we going to see some action. I am getting ansy hanging around here." Knowing Hotspot he might be diciplined for using this type of tone in a communication. In using this tone however his Commander would probably get that he was itching for some action.

Blurr caught Jedishen’s greeting as he walked in right behind Mirage. Smiling Blurr nodded back at Jedishen and then let his gaze wander back to the table… which was now devoid of its former occupant. Looking up, expecting to see drones carting off Stormfire, Blurr was shocked to see him up and walking around on his own.

While Blurr was gawking soundlessly at Stormfire's amazing revival, Mirage walked up and began speaking to Stormfire and Jedishen. Blurr hesitated, unsure of what he should do. He wasn’t stupid, although some of the other ‘bots tended to dismiss him because he babbled on all the time. He knew something glitchy was going on with Stormfire, but he wasn’t sure whether it was something that he should be involved in. He didn’t have any high tech medical skills to speak of and Mirage, Jedishen, and Strafe all seemed oddly tense around Stormfire, as if they expected him to suddenly lunge over and rip an optic out of one of them.

Observing the others for the space of a few astroseconds, Blurr decided that Strafe had a pretty good idea. Blurr walked over to one of the storage units along the med bay wall and pulled out a small med kit and sat down on the floor to see what repairs he could make to his punctured leg.

Autobase Prime – Repair Bay

With his prodigious fuel efficiency, Swoop hadn't really needed to refuel, so he found himself at loose ends while his fellow Dinobots made ready. Grabbing a single energon cube as a snack, he decided to see what the boss was up to. Maybe get a peek at what sort of situation Cybertron was in after all these vorns. As an after thought, he stowed a couple of cubes away for later on his way out the door.

Entering the command center, the bombardier wolfed down the last of his energon. Silently, he sidled up beside Grimlock. For a few astroseconds he was quiet as his optics poured over the data.

Things were about as he had expected them to be. They had won some, lost some. But without Grimlock around, it looked as if "Studious" Prime didn't have the clout to inflict any real punishment of the Decepticon war machine.The pilot chuckled internally. he could have told them that.

What did catch his interest was the way Grim focussed his attention on Uraya. Their old stomping grounds. The days of the Lightning Strike Coalition had been high times indeed. Swoop figured he must have had enough trophy Seeker parts in his Uraya quarters to build his own squadron. Good times.

Swoop was nobody's fool. He had worked for Grimlock for a long time now. And he didn't let little facts like Grim's lack of facial features keep him from understanding what was going on in the big bot's head. So he knew pretty well what his commander was thinking.

It wasn't a bad plan. Grim's plans rarely were. On those rare occasions, Swoop was always the first to let him know it. And more often than not, Grim listened. Swoop's insubordination didn't end with mouthing off. He had a tendency to ignore the letter of Grimlock's orders, and cut straight to the goal. Very few other bots could boast such a privilege.

Even Swoop was never sure why he got away with as much as he did. Maybe it was because he might question his orders, but Swoop never questioned Grimlock. Maybe it was the fact that among the close-knit Dinobot team, Grimlock found Swoop the only one he could hold an intelligent conversation with (on the rare occasion that he chose to do so). Whatever the reason was, Swoop couldn't care less. Grim was his boss and his friend, and he'd stand by him no matter what.

Materializing one of the energon cubes from subspace, he offered it to Grimlock as he started to speak.

"We going home, boss?"

Autobase Prime - Command Center

There was hardly any delay for Cliffjumper standing attention in front of Optimus Prime and the very moment the minibot spotted the Autobot Supreme Commander.

"Good to see you back chief." He said, barely being able to restrict the urge of demanding answers from Prime who immediately had turned his attention to Grimlock.

Deciding it was propably better to wait for Prime and Grimlock to settle their issues Cliffjumper decided to wait. Only to see Fortress Maximus walking in. Looks like all the big bosses excluding Ultra Magnus are here... they better get something done soon or I am so going to do something others will say I'll regret.

Autobase Prime - Command Center

Grimlock glanced over at Prime and Fortress Maximus. He grunted in response to Maximus. The giant Autobot powerhouse had always been too much of a peace lover for Grimlock to ever really like him. Grimlock existed for battle, so someone with Maximus's power and skill being so peace minded was alien to him. He then looked over at Swoop. “Me thinking about it Swoop.”

He walked over to one of the main consoles and activated the controls, bringing up a full map of Cybertron. “Decepticons have taken Tagan Heights, but me doubt they take it intact. It going to take them awhile to get it up and running again at full power. Me not think we can afford that to happen. My plan have both short term and long term benefits.”

He pointed at Uraya on the map. “Me pretty familiar with Uraya from good old days. Me going to take a team and set up base there. From there we can use Altihex as springboard to raiding Heights. We can even hit Tyrest, since that major link in chain to Heights and Polyhex. Alternate assaults and raids on both, keep Decepticons off balance and from fully repairing and resupplying Tagan. This also buy time to build up forces in Iacon, maybe even force Decepticons to attack Altihex to stop raids. They attack Altihex, we hit them hard from Uraya and Iacon. They be stretched too thin to stop us.”

Grimlock wasn’t asking permission for this plan; he was simply telling the others what he was going to do. He knew the Dinobots would follow him anywhere, whether Prime liked it or not. Still, he was hoping to get a few other Autobots to come along with him. Ideally he would also do this with support from Prime, but he wasn’t going to rely on that. He had hidden a few caches of energon and weapons in Uraya that he felt fairly certain would still be around. He could fight his own little war if he wanted to and eventually the Autobots would come around to his side.

Autobase Prime - Command Center
Blaster entered behind Fortress Maximus. Tall as he was, Blaster was still dwarfed by the walking monstrosity. It didn't bother him at all though, he had other things on his mind. Such as a) why there were so many ranking Autobots in the command centre, b) how/why Grimlock had returned and where he had run off to and c) where he could go to get his tunes playing.

"Heya Prime, long time no see." He greeted the Autobot Leader with a casual wave before turning to the big Dynobot after his speech was over. "Hey Grimlock! Even longer time, no see. Where'd you and your mechs run off to?" He wasn't a fan of Grimlock, though the two of them shared the affinity for being in the spotlight, Grimlock was one to push others out of it in order to get in the light. Also he was far too serious for Blaster's liking.

"Let's see what's going on 'round these parts>" Blaster popped his chest open and Eject and Rewind emerged and slid into the nearest data-ports to assimilate the recent updates. It's a shame that there weren't any new music artists on the war scene these days, Blaster could've used his assistants to pick up some new vibes. Oh well, in war there was always sacrifices.

Autobase Prime - Main Medbay

"Oh, it is relatively uncomplex Wideload, he is simply in Stasis Lock because his body cannot control itself. I beleive I should be able to revive him if IYAAAA!!" Perceptor jerked aside as Beretta almost knocked him over, and the Emergency Grounder came dangerously close to reformatting Panzer's memory circuits. "Ah, please Madame, I must ask you to calm yourself. You are in a safe and fully operational medical facility, you may rest now. Don't injure yourself further".

Perceptor looked around for someone to assist him with the Femme, and saw Cog walk in. "Ah yes, Fortress Maximus sir. Your automonous units help is most appreciated. Erm, perhap you could, ah, see to this fine lady."

Autobase Prime- Main Medical Bay

Road Rage didn't seem too thrown by Perceptor as Wide Load might notice. Then again all but the eyes of Road Rage are hidden behind a face plate. Her expression is very hard to read.

She frowned behind her faceplate seeing her frantic comrades in the med bay which overshadowed the relief of seeing Cog enter.
She could certainly understand the mentality some have with friends being damaged so badly.
"Please, calm down. I understand how you might feel with comrades busted up so heavily, but we aren't going to let anyone die here. Everyone will receive medical attention." She speaks calmly hoping to use her diplomatic capacity to maintain some calm.
"I'm sure we can all pitch in in some capacity to help the medics which will help all the repairs go faster." She adds, still holding the pump Perceptor asked for, offered to him.

Autobase Prime – Command Center

Elita had followed Optimus Prime to the command center after they disembarked form the shuttle. Grimlock and the Dinobots were the first into the hub. And like clockwork the Dinobot commander went directly to one of the vacant terminals. Right on cue.

The femme commander took her place beside Prime as Grimlock made his intentions known to the public. Elita had to admit, the huge Autobot had a great mind for battle strategies.

Elita turned to Prime as she and the rest of the room waited for a response from the commander

Autobase Prime - Command Centre

Smokescreen watched from the sidelines as the command bunker began to fill up, his initial surprise to see Grimlock and the other Dinobots was soon overcome, from what he could tell Grimlock’s plan was almost identical to his, although whether the Dinobot’s plan came from tactical thinking or the need to fight back was unclear. Besides with such a powerful ally more or less on his side, Smokescreens desires of counter offensives were to become far more likely. Deciding for the moment to stay quiet, Smokescreen watched as the debate continued.

Autobase Prime - Medbay

It regarded Mirage with cold eyes, it was more important that it got Stormfire help.

‘I did not wish to speak to you yet Mirage, but know this. I have found a flaw in my programming that will allow me to be more useful for whatever schemes you are thinking up, and I am going away now, if you need to talk to me, you know what to do’ It smiled showing it’s elongated fangs ‘Or would you like me to write it down?’

It turned, and laid itself down on a med bay table and then spoke it’s last words, if only to here the sound of it’s voice for one more time before who knew how long. Plus It wanted to give Mirage some energon for thought.

‘Command enter: Stasis lock mode 6. Activate’

Autobase Prime - Command Center

Jazz leaned against the wall "20 minutes back and he already knows better then all of us.", He thought about Grimlock's observance about Decepticon strength. He had his own view on how powerful the Decepticon forces were. "I don't know about that... we outclassed them with Omega Supreme, but then they back stab us on the moon base. They have something up their sleeves or they wouldn't have taken a shot at Prime like that." His head still pounded from that attack he took, even with the energon he got from First Aid.

"We need fresh intel..." He suggested, "...find out if the Decepticons have any surprises waiting for us. As for havin' a new base, hey, sounds good to me, but I say information is what we need."

Autobase Prime - Main Med Bay

First Aid came in and behind him were the injured Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. They were stable, but still needed to be checked out as Prime ordered. He didn't see Perceptor right away, but he assumed he was around. "Hey Perceptor! You busy?" He yelled out.

Autobase Prime: Command Center

Hotspot broke his gaze and scanned over at Jazz. "And they sent Omega Supreme packing from Polyhex." He interjected to give the officer a bit clearer picture as to how much the Autobots truly Outclassed their mortal enemies. The protectobot commander fumed with his arms crossed over his chest, obviously still unhappy he was neither on the moon nor in Tagan itself. But that was what he got for being placed into the only team of autobots that had successfully tested for the combination ability.

"The cons got Tagan now and are pretty much have all the momentium. Though that ain't goina last for very long if I got anything to say about it." He scratched at his chined face plate at a potential strategy, well more excuse, he could employ to get closer to the border and commense his own little strikes.

As he was about to ask Optimus for permission to commense towards the border, in hopes of possibly getting to some real action, Streetwise finally responded to his call. Timing is everything isn't it Streets? he thought to himself as he raised his wrist communicator to his faceplate. "We're just discussing that now, get up here after you locate Blades and Groove. Maybe we can get our own little piece of the perverbial Silocon Waffer."

Autobase Prime: Command Center

Landfill was the last one to enter the command center, taking the long way around to see who needed assistance was time consuming but worth it. Sure they did not exactly display their gratitude but deep down Landfill was aware of it as he left. The material transport walked behind Elita, Jazz and the rest of the company, his oder slowly wafting through the gas cycler vents further spreading them through the room.

Not wanting to interupt the gathering of high ranking officers, and other assortments of soldiers all of which he recognized. He knew of Grimlock and his forces, though like all thought he was pretty much deader than dead could get. Still it was a subject for the reports, so he let the thought slide from his head.

As he scratched at his chest, flakes of refuse began to fall near the red minibot Cliffjumper. Landfill paid little notice as his visor fixated on the conflict before him. "So what are our orders?" he muttered to himself softly waiting for further assignment. Hell he would not even mind a trip up to Uraya if it meant getting out to meet new transformers and make new friends.

Command Centre, Autobase Prime

Rollbar looked around with ever growing bewilderment at the growing ranks of high ranking officers who seemed to have sprung out of the metalwork. He shook his head and said quietly (something the Throttlebot did sparingly), "I guess this means I'm not in command around here anymore,"

Medbay

"A lot of action going on in here," Wideload said, "You should really all just calm so the docs can get on with their important wor...oh hey, doc?" he addressed Perceptor, "What does this do?" he said clumsily jabbing his finger at something on Panzer's head.

Autobase Prime - Main Medbay

Perceptor poked an optic out of the kerfuffle and focused on First Aid's voice. "Ah, First Aid. Yes I am slightly occupied at the moment." The telescope then zoomed in on Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. "You should know the medical facilities better than me, I am sure you can find room for 2 more patients. I would assist but...Wideload, don't touch that!! Those are Panzers main sensor circuits, do you want to blind him?!"

With Cog handling Beretta, Perceptor returned to Panzer and finally managed to leach off the harmful energies which had crippled him. He indicated a fluid access port and told Road Rage "Begin administering Asterolyte, a mech his size should need approximately 457.3 Millevlex.", then returned to the CPU, manually restoring Panzers internal systems to a safe condition.

Iacon ~ Nearing Autobase Prime

If anyone was watching, a solitary figure could be seen marching across Iacon, the last survivor of the battle for the Tagan Heights "Hold on, we're almost there, don't quit on me now.." The voice of Ultra Magnus could be heard, cutting through the silence. The Autobot City Commander was not as instantly recognisable as he usually was, his trademark blue armor absent, an unfortunately necessary sacrifice to ensure his, and many others, safe retreat from the recent battle.

On his way out of Autobase Tau, there was no shortage of injured 'Bots that desperately needed his help, but due to another unfortunate side effect of sacrificing his armor, Ultra Magnus could only recover the 2 injured Autobots he was talking to "If only I had my trailer, I could have saved more.." The City Commander mumbled to himself as he approached the huge entrance to the base, half of him knowing that if he hadn't done what he did, then he may not have even survived to save the 2 that he had over his shoulders. But still, he couldn't stop the other half wondering 'What If?' as he closed in on the huge main entrance to Autobase Prime "..Could of saved more.."

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Autobase Prime ~ Medbay

"He better aprreciate all this when he's back up and walking around" Inferno grumbled to himself as he placed the inert form of Roadbuster onto one of the Medbay tables, before taking a seat and grabbing some Energon cubes for a quick recharge "Talking to yourself again Inferno?" A voice spoke from behind him, one which the S&R Specialist hadn't heard for longer than he cared to remember "Hey, don't knock it you old quack, this way I know at least 1 'Bot is listening to me.." Inferno replied as he stood to greet the owner of the voice "..How you doing Ratchet?"

Returning the greeting, the CMO (Chief Medical Officer) of the Autobots grinned before replying "..Well up until you arrived and brought this little party with you, I was doing just fine, seriously Inferno, can't you just stop by to say Hi on your own in future?" Sitting back down again, Inferno shook his head as he laughed "..I'll try and remember that in future. So, you want to get filled in on what you've got here, or do you want to keep griping at me?"

"Well I sure as pit ain't here for a chat" Ratchet replied as he began to look over Roadbuster "Of course.." Inferno began as he stood up to point out the various casualties "Starting with this big lump, Roadbuster did his usual hero act and for once came off worse than his opponent, some big ugly looking tank, anyway, he's gonna need you're expertise at some point. Over there is Stormfire, a flier, he took a beating at the hands of the new drones the 'Cons have got, he'll probably need your help as well.."

Pausing as he popped another Energon cube into his mouth, Inferno looked round to the recently arrived First Aid, and his 2 patients "..Looks like the twins will need some attention too, not sure what happened there.." "Ah, they decided to go and invite themselves to the 'Peace Talks' between Prime and Megatron, things didn't go too well for them, or the peace talks really, nothing new there though.." Ratchet interrupted, already beginning to formulate just who needed his attention and it what order.

"..Speaking of Optimus, where is he? Is he alright?" Inferno inquired, fresh out of cubes "..Do you see him down here?" Racthet replied bluntly "..Prime's fine, a few scratches, but other than that.." The CMO paused as he waved his hand "..He's up in the Command Center along with more brass than you could shake a pole at, maybe they might actually put their collective heads together and come up with something. No doubt that whatever they decide to do, I'll be the one putting the pieces back together at the end of it all, as usual"

Standing up once more, feeling much less tired, Inferno put a hand on the CMO's shoulder "..Well, I'd love to stay here and listen to you grumble some more, but I'm gonna go see if there's something to do yet, have fun" As the Fire Truck dashed off, not allowing time for a response, Ratchet waved a rather disparaging sign towards the S&R Specialist, before smiling and turning his attention back to the matter at hand.

"You, hey you!!" He barked at one of the Medbay Techs standing closeby "Yeah you, come here. Right, I want you to start another Energon IV on Roadbuster here, and once you've done that, I want you to strip him of any armor that is no longer doing it's job. After that, clean up any mess around his major injuries, but leave the actual repair work to me. If there's anything small you think you can handle, go ahead and fix it up.."

The Medic finished momentarily, before spotting something besides the Wrecker, something that drove him crazy "..Oh, and for Primus' sake, put this slagging rifle out of the way before it goes off" Picking up the rifle, Ratchet forced it into the hands of the Tech, before marching over towards First Aid, the Protectobot Medic looking slightly out of his depth with his 2 patients Sunstreaker and Sideswipe "You need some help?"

Autobase Prime: Command Center

"What?" Jazz gave Hot Spot a blank stare, he couldn't believe that Omega Supreme was defeated so soon. It sounded like he managed to retreat... but to be beaten so soon after they put him in service, was bad news indeed. "He was supposed to be our advantage, our trump card. What do those cons have that we don't?" He looked at the Dinobots again, it is true that having them back was a new advantage, but they could only rely on their strength, and against the Decepticons that would only get the Autobots so far.

Jazz stood back and wished he was able to think of something right on the spot on what to do next.

Autobase Prime: Medbay

Perceptor was clearly busy, but First Aid needed to make sure Optimus Prime's orders were done. Though with the current work load that might take a bit, and the first priority to any medic was to helping the injured. He had Sideswipe and Sunsteaker but on a repair bed and started up various sensors to check out the what was going on internally.

Ratchet's arrival was a welcome one. "Well I can handle repairs on these two myself, but Optimus Prime need detailed scans on their injures. My equipment can pick up some of what I need, but I what I could really use is for Perceptor to take a look." First Aid responded without a hello or other greeting, medics tended not to go through such formalities when there was work to be done. "If you can lighten Perceptor's work load a bit... he might be available to do his own scans of these two."

Autobase Prime- Main Medbay

Panzer slowly awoke, his body finally being able to feel itself move. He turned his cranial unit and saw Perceptor working on him.

"Hey Doc, thanks..." he said in a weak tone. He had never truly been friendly with medics, seeing them only as members of the troop and not as true partners. This simple gesture was actually an incredible change of pase for the giant mech.

Autobase Prime - Command Center

Fortress Maximus contemplated the map of Cybertron in silence for a few moments. When he spoke, the High Commander chose his words carefully, as was his habit when commenting on matters of such gravity. "It's a bold plan, Grimlock. Audacious, even, but--given the source--I suppose that shouldn't come as any great surprise. Still, there's no denying the merit of your proposal."

His expression set grimly, he turned his faceplate toward Prime. "The Decepticons have hit us hard. We do, however, still have many capable Autobots fully-functional and ready for action. This crisis demands an aggressive response, before they have a chance to fortify their new position. And if we can, as Grimlock suggests, extend ourselves far enough to mount such raids as deep into Decepticon territory as Tyrest, then so much the better. We cannot afford to be pushed back onto the defensive."

Repair Bay

"I shall comply, Perceptor," Cog replied dutifully, moving over to assess Baretta's badly mangled form. Laying a small, gentle hand on the femme's shoulder, he attempted to ease her back down onto the examination table.

"Please, you must lie still," he said soothingly. "If you continue with this needless thrashing, you will only aggravate the damage to your systems." Which was already dishearteningly extensive, as far as Cog could tell. After taking a moment to review the preliminary diagnostic, he set to work on the battered Autobot gunslinger, his first priority being to ensure that she did not lose any more fuel than she already had.

Autobase Prime - Medbay

Coming only half to her own senses had its ups, but also its downs for Beretta. For ups, the pain induced in her wounds that radiated throughout her whole frame, from the mangled, crushed and burnt shoulder actuator to the last neurolink in her toes did not burn her cerebral circuits out.

Had she been at full awareness and her neural connections fully functioning, she would at least groan, but much rather, scream from the increasing measure of pain that her sudden motion struck into her barely sealed injuries. At several points where the tubes leading to the medical equipment at the side of the hoverbed connected to her frame and into her internal systems, fluid began to leak in flat drips. That was one of the downs of her state.

The other was, perhaps, even worse. Beretta's mind was paying attention to something entirely different, something that wasn't - at least, not in its full physical reality - in front of her.

Like a footage of third rate cyberhorror trideo, a short scene looped before her optics, veiling anything that happened in the medbay from her sight. The worst part of it was that it was not a trideo, nor anything fictional. It was a cold-fueled glimpse of unforgiving terror, a series of images that just ran down again and again after another, and that she couldn't shake from her mind.

Her best friend ripped apart by a monstrous Decepticon, while she was aiming to save her.

A sound, followed by a gentle touch, finally managed to brake through the barrier of shock, and reach her, pulling a part of her senses turned inward back to the present of the medical bay. With it, the pain got more intense and stronger, waking up the badly damaged femme even more.

Her green optics then set on the form of Cog. She didn't speak at once, the dizziness and confusion still lingering in her gaze, sending darker tones of unfocused flashes across her visual sensors.

"Where's Remy?" She then said, her voice weak, and on the verge of crying.

Autobase Prime Command Center

Scoop listened to everything being said by the others. He was thinking of Jazz had said on what to do next. He then began to think of what the cons did with small tacticle strikes against where he was posted last. It would seem that maybe it was time the Autobots did the same thing. It was logical that they were now on the defensive and needed someway to relieve the pressure. He then looked at Jazz and said "Excuse me sir. It seems that before all of you joined us that Smokescreen had an idea that he was sharing with us. It seems to me that it would be pretty good for this situation that we are in." Scoop then looked at Smokescreen to basically encourage him to share his plan with the leadership.

Enter Autobase Prime

Now that Streetwise heard from Hotspot he responded to him "Ten four boss. I will find them." As he entered the base he transformed into robot mode and looked around at the situation. Now where could those two bots be. He figured that each was doing their particular thing at the moment and then decided to page them. "Blades, Groove where are you guys at. I need you both to meet me in the hallway on the first level. Hotspot has got something brewing for us." He then switched off his comlink and headed towards that general area. He continued to look around the area taking in every detail of what was going on.

Autobase Prime - Main Medbay

Perceptor was slightly surprised at Panzer's quick recovery, but took it as a good sign. "You are welcome. Please remain resting until the fluid transfer is complete. We'll worry about a full diagnostic once the situation is stabalised".

Turning to Road Rage, he gave some final instructions. "Once the electrolyte transfer is complete, you can give him some standard lubricant and conduction fluid through port 2, and that should be enough." He then looked up for his next task , and saw First Aid indicating him. "If you need my expertise gentlemechs, I shall be happy to oblige".

Shifting into observatory mode, Perceptor began to scan the Twins in the Infrared through X-Ray parts of the spectrum. Even through their advanced armor, Perceptor's knowledge of all forms of optics left nothing unseen.

"The damage in both cases is structure-wide, like a crash or large fall. Sunstreaker appears to have impacted on his back, making for light overall damage, although you shall have to extract his radiator from his main manifold, and re-assemble his main structural frame, to get him back on his feet again. Sideswipe, on the other hand, appears to have had the presence of mind to impact on his head, and is currently in need of some substantial neurocircuitry repair, unfortunately."

A set of manipulator arms appeared from a front hatch in the small tower, and connected to a set of tools on a side tray. "Neurocircuitry requires a delicate touch and good optics , so it would seem best that I handle it for now. I shall let Ratchet get back to running his medical facility again, and Primus willing, this one will returned to service again in a mega-cycle or two." [/b]