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Autobase Prime ~ Main Med Bay

Hearing what could only be the voice of Blurr, Windcharger relaxed a bit. Not that he wasn't a bit scared of being locked up in a CR chamber, Windcharger was worried about getting left behind. His small stature didn't reflect his abundance of courage, so he was often overlooked for important missions. He had to prove his worth to the Autobot cause.

"Blurr, thank the matrix you heard me! The door is jammed shut! I think Ratchet and First Aid forgot about me! Please get me out of here! I need to help Prime!" Windcharger shouted urgently.

Autobase Prime- Research and Engineering

"I guess you would be right, Perceptor. Hopefully Prime will allow us a resource gather mission sometime in the near future."

Swerve then heard a voice that he wasn't expecting mostly because it had no right to be in here as far as he was concern.

"Yes, Panzer, what exactly are you doing in here? This isn't the typical location for you or most warriors. as you can tell, we are busy working on things."

Autobase Prime - Med Bay

"Thank you," Mirage told Ratchet as the chief surgeon finished his temporary repairs to Roadbuster. Mirage regarded the ground assault commander in his battered state. The spy had never really had much use for the gung-ho types that comprised a large part of the Autobot Army, but he did have to admit...Better him facing down Roadblock than me. I'm no front-line soldier. He decided to be civil and, perhaps, even pleasant. If only for a moment.

"How are you feeling, Roadbuster?" he inquired. "I'd like to debrief you on your combat with Roadblock, if you're functioning well enough to talk for a bit."

It was a good deal more courteous than Mirage would have been with many of the soldiers in the Autobot faction. But then again, Roadbuster was not just any old rank-and-file grunt.

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Autobase Prime - Prime's Ready Room

Taking a seat at the head of the large oval table that dominated the room, Optimus Prime touched a few buttons embedded in the surface of the table. A holo-image of a blue planet flickered to life in the center of the Ready Room, rotating slowly on its axis to reveal several different, well-defined landmasses occupying perhaps a quarter of the planet's surface.

"This is Planet AC488," he began. "The target of a Decepticon survey mission launched approximately forty-nine thousand vorns ago. When intel indicated that the Insecticons had been sent to investigate fuel resource potential on the planet, Grimlock and his Dynobots were dispatched to shadow them. When neither team returned from the mission, all were presumed deactivated. Of course, Grimlock's return proves that presumption incorrect. Just for safety's sake, I'm going to assume Megatron's pet assassin squad made it back to the fold, as well," Prime referred to the Insecticons.

Prime pressed a few more buttons, and areas of the blue planet were highlighted in red and yellow.

"The red indicates fossil fuel resources," he explained. "Carbon-based lifeforms decayed into hydrocarbons that produce impressive amounts of energy when brought to the point of combustion. The yellow indicates especially rich sources of geothermal energy. Planet AC488's molten core as well as an abundance of decaying heavy metals in its mantle and crust produce a great deal of usable energy, if the correct technologies are available."

Prime pressed another button and the land masses were suddenly covered with green of various shades. In the oceans, a few spots and patches of fairly dark green emerged as well.

"Carbon-based lifeforms. The darkest green marks the most evolved, and the lighter green the less evolved. According to the Dynobots' reports, there is abundant sentient life on AC488. They have a significant level of technological expertise, but have yet to find much in the way of fusion energy technology or space travel. If the shuttle's sensors were correct, there are approximately six billion of these sentient beings on AC488."

The planet continued to rotate above the table as Prime said nothing for a moment. Finally, a harsh stab of his finger into the console made the planet vanish.

"Enough of the science lessons. Long story short," he told Fortress Maximus and Ultra Magnus, "AC488 is a veritable Cybertronium mine just waiting to be looted. I'm assuming the Insecticons gave or sold Megatron all this same information," Prime shook his head module. "It's only a matter of time before he decides to send another mission there. The potential energy available on AC488 is just too tempting for the Decepticons to resist. A unit equipped to initiate Phase One of the Infiltration Protocol could already be on its way there."

He let his words sink in for a moment. Vast energy reserves...and six billion sentients who've never even heard of the Decepticons. Innocents to the slaughter if we stand idly by.

"We need a new unit on AC488, two solar cycles ago," Prime stated. "Magnus, I want you in command."

He looked to the white Autobot, optics on his.

Autobase Prime- Command Center

Prime had left her with her orders, though she didn't agree with them. He put her in the role of a technician or something. A security officer for the base. Luckily it was only temporary.
Her optics traveled to the rest of the bots that were there.
If she were organic she'd have heaved a breath, but she simply does as she's told, and goes to monitor the defenses as best she can, luckily finding a simple radar screen to watch. The buttons labeled this and that boggled her.

Maybe she'll luck out and be given something better suited for her abilities, but until then she studies the console, and the radar screen looking for anything unusual.

Autobase Prime - Med Bay

"What's all that yelling?" First Aid had just put Stormfire into an available CR chamber after finishing up on the work that the chamber couldn't handle. The medic walked over to the chamber Windcharger was yelling from. "Do we have a problem?" He looked at a nearby readout, seeing that Windcharger was fully repaired. "Alright you're done... get out already."

Relieved to see the medic First Aid coming to aid Blurr's attempt to open the jammed CR chamber, Windcharger relaxed his clenched fists and sat back. "At first I thought you bots were pranking me. Then I thought you forgot me. Nevermind, just get the blasted door open so I don't get left behind," Windcharger said hoping that his friends really weren't going to leave him in there.

"Oh, and First Aid? Can you repair my magnetron so I get back to full strength?" Windcharger asked politely. He had much respect for the medical profession. After all, it was the medics that keep a warrior like Windcharger combat ready. He had become used to relying on them, for he always seemed to end up in a CR chamber after a battle. Brawn had always told him he was too courageous for his size. But, that never seemed to sway Windcharger from acting like a bot twice his size.

Autobase Prime

>>”Me hoping to get everyone back Inferno. Me see you in hangar bay.”<<

Grimlock was pleased. It looked like he was going to be able to put together the entire LSC again. He would have been surprised that they were all still alive, but he had picked them all out himself. They were some of the strongest, toughest fighters the Autobots had. If anyone could have survived all of these vorns under Prime’s leadership, it would be these Autobots. There was just one more he needed before the team was complete.

>>”Wheeljack, this Grimlock. Me back on Cybertron and wanting to bring back Lightning Strike Coalition. You last one me need to have a full reunion. If you in then grab whatever gear you need and head to shuttle Dauntless in hangar bay. Me hoping to leave soon.”<<

Autobase Prime - Med Bay

Strafe nodded "Yeah let us know how he's doing" he replied to Blurr only just about understanding his speach. Strafe was working on one of his legs where he had a small lazer burn; it wasn't too bad he'd just gotten a little too close to the ground and consequently paid the price for it. After that though his repairs should be pretty much finished so he was definately trying to think of something to do. Well he could always ask around he supposed and see if anyone had any work for him to do. He'd been sitting around for perhaps a little too long.

Autobase Prime - R&D

"Oh I'm just curious that's all."

Panzer smiled at Swerve. He liked getting into situations that noone thought he should be in. But he came here for business.

"And I was also wonderin' have you been workin' on any experimental weapons or somethin'? I find myself in need of a hand cannon, if ya get my drift."

Autobase Prime- Research and Engineering

Perceptor wasn't particularly impressed with the impish look on Panzer's faceplating. "I am afraid we cannot help you in that regard, Panzer, as currently we do not have any weapons-related projects under development. Swerve is dealing in alloy manufacture and process development, while I'm preoccupied with next-generation internal primary function components. If you truly feel that the contents of our ample armory are not sufficient to your needs, I suggest you have a chat with Wheeljack, I beleive he is also back from Tagan and should be in his lab nearby."

Perceptor turned to Swerve. "I have whatever parts we can spare, I'll take the first load of the alloy to Medbay and get the Twins back on their feet and hopefully out on the road. Will you be alright in the Lab?"

Autobase Prime- Research and Engineering

"Yeah, I'll be alright in the lab assuming I don't get interupted. Now, Panzer, you are done so you may leave. Remember this isn't a testing room for toys that go boom. As Perceptor said, that is more of Wheeljack's department. We are the ones trying to make sure our troops stay together with the best materials we can come up with given the resources at hand. If you want, you can volunteer to be a test subject for Wheeljack's experiments. I doubt he would turn you down unless he thinks it is too dangerous for you."

Autobase Prime - R&D

"Too dangerous? That's insultin' bud. I'm just break down and never work again." Said Panzer in his fake sarcastic sad voice, "Thanks for the info guys, but a li'l advice, ease up. It's only the fate of the planet at stake."

He joyfully walked off into the corridors searching for Wheeljack's lab. He had never met the eccentric inventor before, but stories about his ingenuity had been passed around both Autobot and Decepticon ranks alike.

I wonder if he likes jokes...

He chuckled to himself at the thought of it. He needed some laughs now and then, it was the only way to take this war in stride.

Autobase Prime- Research and Engineering

Once Panzer walks off, Swerve reverts his attention to his fellow scientist.

"Perceptor, we should invest in a locking mechanism and a scanner that only allows the scientist or high ranking commanders in here. Having the grunts simply walking in and demanding new toys to play with doesn't help getting things done. How do they expect us to do our work with interuptions like that? It doesn't help that we get yanked when we have troops coming in from every direction. That can't be helped until those blasted Cons either surrender or get destroyed. Maybe then I can find a super strong alloy that will survive my crashes."

Autobase Nu ~ Command Center

"I may hold you to that.." Trailbreaker replied to the offer of a return favor from Rollbar. The Defensive Strategist smiled to himself as he accessed the personnel profiles on the base's computer system and searched for Rollbar's. Technically, he may get in trouble if anyone found what he was doing, but technically, Rollbar had been in charge of the running of Autobase Prime, so if anything did come of what he was doing, it would be a battle of technicalities, and he felt that his technicality would win out, in fact, he would put energon on it.

As he put in his security clearence code, Trailbreaker quickly began editing the Throttlebot's profile to reflect his recent temporary promotion "There, all done, you are now officially a former Commander of Autobase Prime.." Tralbreaker began as he gestured for Rollbar to come and look at the monitor "..You want me to download that onto a datapad so you can, how did you put it, 'Rub Freeway's nose in it'?"

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Autobase Prime ~ Medbay

As Blurr walked back to where he had been sitting, Jedishen set to on fixing up his injuries. He knew it shouldn't take too long, his friendship with a certain Medic, coupled with the fact that he often spent a lot of time on his own had forced the Scout to become better than average when it came to fixing up injuries, not massively so, but better than your standard Scout or warrior at least.

As he was concentrating, Jedishen heard Blurr's voice once more as the speed king of the Autobot army came and went in a haze of words, that was something to do with being around when Stormfire came out of CR "Sounds like a good idea, let's just hope it's Stormfire who actually emerges from that chamber" Jedishen thought to himself as he moved from one fixed hole to another still outstanding one. Looking to Strafe, the Scout paused for a moment, he hadn't seen any of the other Technobots in some time, and it seemed that he was at somewhat of a loss as to where he went from here.

"Hey Strafe.." The Scout began, not greatly experienced in these kind of situations "..I'm nearly done here, you want to head off up to the Command Center once I'm done and see if there's anything being planned that we can get involved with?" Jedishen finished with a shrug of his shoulders, wondering if he should extend the same offer to Blurr as well. This working with others thing, he was sure he'd get the hang of it sometime, when that was though was anyone's guess.


Over on the other side of the room, Roadbuster was slowly coming out of stasis lock, not in the greatest of moods it had to be said, he very rarely found himself in this position, and it didn't sit well with him at all, on any level. Add to that the fact that he could already hear a voice asking him if he wanted to talk about the aft kicking he'd just recovered from, and the Wrecker was struggling to remember the last time he was this pissed off.

"Oh, I'm feeling great Mirage, nothing like getting slagged by a 'Con and being carried unconscious away from a battle to boost a 'Bot's morale is there?.." Roadbuster began, pushing himself up to a sitting position so he could look at the Spy Master. Mirage wasn't exactly Roadbuster's kind of 'Bot, the up himself attitude that he carried around was just one of many things that contributed to the Wrecker coming to this conclusion, the fact that he would sooner run than fight in some cases also did little to endear him to the Wrecker.

Taking a moment to gather himself, Roadbuster slowly recalled some of the more intricate details of the battle with Roadblock, namely the enormous tank alt mode the Decepticon Commander had been newly sporting, and after a moment, thought it best to agree to a somewhat civil chat with the Spy, after all, he had been generous enough to talk to the Wrecker with a small degree of respect, a rarity in itself "..Yeah, yeah, I'm up for a talk about Roadblock, I'm guessing I'm not the only one who noticed he seems to have recieved some new toys since we last saw him. So what do you want to know?"

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Autobase Prime ~ Prime's Ready Room

He looked on as Prime explained all the findings from Grimlock's excursion, and he couldn't agree more. Without doubt, Megatron knew about the potential resources this planet contained, and he wouldn't think twice in looting it, regardless of how many innocent sentients inhabited the planet. Primus only knew what would happen if they tried to stand in the Decepticon Leader's way, in fact it didn't even bare thinking about. His mind was made up even before Optimus said the words, he knew someone had to lead a team there and ensure the safety of that planet and all those who inhabited it, and he wanted to be that someone.

"You can count on me Optimus, I won't let you down again.." Magnus replied, returning the look the Matrix Carrier had fixed on him "..The Decepticons must never be allowed to get any kind of control over that planet, it is our, and specifically my, responsibility to ensure that.." The City Commander paused as he stood up, the recent memory of losing the Tagan Province to the Decepticons was playing heavily on his thoughts, his usual self doubt squashed under his desire to make up for what happened, and this was his chance to do just that "..What are the parameters for this mission? Are we to make contact with the sentients, or are we to keep our presence hidden from them?"

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Autobase Prime ~ Corridors

>>Understood Grimlock, I'll be waiting for ya, Inferno out<<

Inferno radioed back as he continued on his way towards the hangar bay. Although he hadn't shown it, the recent loss to the 'Cons had really hit the S&R Specialist hard, and he was more than up for some payback. Luckily, Grimlock's return to the fray was just the ticket.

Autobase Prime - Hangar Bay

"Haha." Ironhide laughed at Swoop's remarks. "Sounds like they had quite an adventure, hey Cliffjumper?" Ironhide asked. "So," He added as an after thought. "What do we need to load?"

Autobase Prime - Hallway

Sludge turned a corner in the hallway on his way to the hangar bay, as he did so, he noticed the as always, joyous Swoop jetting through the hallway. Upon hearing Swoop's call for the other Dinobots and not hearing his own name shouted, Sludge transformed into bot mode, facing Swoop.

"Hey!" He said, rather agitated. "Why my name not mentioned?" he asked Swoop

Autobase Prime: Medbay

"Stuck?" First Aid hit the door to the CR chamber Windcharger was stuck in. "These things sometimes need a bit of a jolt." The door slowly opened, "You could have kicked it... as for your magnet thing." He looked up a report on the damage Windcharger took. "It's a specialized piece of equipment, my guess is the wiring around the electromagnet has shorted should be an easy fix, but not something the CR could handle." he pointed to a med table, "It'll be quick."

Autobase Prime ~ Med Bay

"Thanks First Aid," Windcharger said as he exited the CR chamber with a slightly angry glance at the chamber that had been his prison. He hops up onto repair table, and gives First Aid a thumbs up in aprreciation.

"Let's get my Magnetron up and running before I get left behind again." Laying back, Windcharger prepares to let the medic work his craft.

Autobase Prime - Med Bay

"My main concern," Mirage told Roadbuster, "is that the Decepticons have managed to devise some sort of new technology for upgrading their already-powerful warriors. What you fought in the Heights did not seem to be so much an alternate mode of Roadblock as an extension of him. Or a drone vehicle under his control. The reaction times I observed suggest something more advanced than a simple remote drone, however."

The spy rubbed his chinplate thoughtfully. "I dealt with one of their new mass-produced aerial drones personally. It was quick, strong, well-armed, and clever enough to nearly get the drop on me. Still, I worry that the drones may be the lesser of two evils in this case. Whatever the Decepticon scientists did to Roadblock, it made him powerful to defeat not only you, but several other Autobots, all in a relatively brief battle."

He sighed. "It's as if they took one elite Decepticon and transformed him into three elite Decepticons."

If the Autobots cannot get their hands on similar technology...or somehow nullify the advantage the new technology provides...hmmmph. It was an unpleasant thought, indeed.

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Autobase Prime - Ready Room

"If withdrawing an entire Autobase's personnel under a massive Decepticon assault with minimal fatalities is considered a failure," Optimus Prime told Ultra Magnus, "I wouldn't mind failing more often." His optics offered a hint of humor, and his tone was clearly meant to cheer the self-doubting Magnus.

Magnus is one of the best pure soldiers and field commanders I've ever seen, or even heard about, Prime reflected. I just wish he'd start believing what we all believe about him. His vast mind returned to the problems at hand as he attempted to tackle Magnus' questions.

"Contact with the sentients must be avoided at all costs," he said. "There are simply too many risks. Of course, we all know the Infiltration Protocol. If the Decepticons enter Phase Two, they'll be attempting to foment conflict between the sentients. They'll be making contact with the sentients if they get that far in the Protocol, even if it's indirect contact. We need to nail them before they complete their intelligence gathering and base establishment in Phase One."

I only hope that's possible. There's no telling what sort of resources Megatron can - or will - commit to AC488. We don't have much to devote to the mission ourselves, not if we want to prevail on our home planet, at least. But if anyone can make it work, it will be Magnus.

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Autobase Prime - Corridors

A tight-beam communique returned to Grimlock almost as quickly as he had sent it.

Kup wrote:Count me in, Grimlock. I'll square away things here in Nova Cronum and be ready for a pickup. It's been a long time since we've had the chance to really take it to the 'Cons, Grim...I missed ya, ya big lug! Kup out.

Autobase Prime - Medical Bay

Blurr listened to the Autobot inside the CR chamber yell that he needed help getting out of the jammed unit. Placing his other hand on the unit the blue mech contemplated the best method for forcing the doors open. Before he could decide what to do, First Aid came up from behind Blurr and struck the doors. Blurr stepped back out of the way as the doors slowly ground open to reveal Windcharger standing inside.

After Windcharger hopped out of the chamber and onto a med table, Blurr turned and addressed First Aid in a sudden, rapid burst of speech. He wanted to catch First Aid’s attention before he left to repair Windcharger.

“First-Aid-do-you-know-when-Stormfire-will-be-
ready-to-come-out-of-the-CR-chamber?-I-was-planning-on-being-
there-when-he-woke-up.-I-figured-he-would-appreciate-one-of-
his-friends-being-there-when-he-awoke.-I-know-that-if-had-
been-that-seriously-injured-I-would-definitely-appreciate-a-
show-of-support-from-my-friends.”

Don't forget to hit enter frequently with Blurr's craaaazy run-on talking. ~J

Autobase Prime - Research and Engineering

Perceptor watched Panzer practically skip down the corridor. Ah, the joys of ignorance. There does seem to be some benefit to being unable to grasp the severity of situations.

"A set of upgraded security measures, while possibily inconvenient, might be prudent. I shall see if Red Alert or someone else from security can assist us in this. But for now, I shall return to the medbay." With that, Perceptor wheeled the hover-trolley out of the labs.

Autobase Prime - Command Centre

Returning through the command centre was not nearly so difficult now that the crowds had broken up. Perceptor nodded at Blaster and Trailbreaker as he walked past, then continued on to the Medbay.

Autobase Prime - Main Medbay

"A special delivery for some of our more unfortunate and-or foolhardy patients. Ratchet, First Aid, feel free to use whatever of these parts you need to repair the remaining wounded. I would prefer the excess be returned to my lab afterwards however."
He then lifted off an assembly of yellow and red pieces of armor and internal framework off the trolley and onto a recently freed-up bed. "But first, those lovable twins need to be put back together."

Autobase Prime: Wheeljack's Workshop

"Teletrann, locate drone satellite matrix alpha ceti 2." Wheeljack let the satellite hover on its own propultion as he typed on the console keyboard before him. He scratched at his chin absently as the computer began its scanning for the new drone's receiver port. The screen went red with errors as it failed to find its objective.

Unable to locate assigned frequencies. Searching port beta four three six, scanning device for errors in construction.

Undetured, the engineer picked up a cable from one of his desk drawers. Taking one end he shoved it into the secondary receiver port of the spydrone and the other end into the computer terminal. He brought up several program files he had been working on during his spare time and began systematically uploading them into his newest invention.

As the programs uploaded Wheeljack's communication terminal on his wrist began to beep commanding his attention. Using a inaudiable mental command the speakers and microphone fliped up from his wrist. The voice on the other end of the communique was one he had not heard in some time to be sure. It was that of his old commander Grimlock. It had been well a really long time since he had heard the familiar individual and his grand aggression schemes.

"Sounds like an interesting adventure, and a chance to field test some of my newer gadgets." Wheeljack responded across the wire as the computer screen before him flashed that the upload was complete. He rubbed his chin ignoring the responce briefly. "Alright Grimlock, I think I'm up for a little time out of the labs. I'll be in the Shuttlebay with in the next two breems." The inventor terminated the line and returned his attention to his work.

He shifted his weight and pulled the cord from his new drone and ordered the computer teletrann one to once again attempt to connect with the new construct. This time the results were different as the small satellite began to twirl and zoom in and out with its scanner camera. Its microphone boon began to extend and swivel as if to pick up the most minute of sounds. As it did its work each form of data gathered was displayed upon the screen with satisfactory resolution and clearity. Ordering the drone to fly to the other end of the shop and back, Wheeljack could not help but burst with satisfactory pride. It was a successful test in the laboritory, and his little Sky Spy would need to see some real testing under fire. Recalling the device he powered it down and placed it into a tool case.

Swiftly Wheeljack grabbed various tools, blueprint data pads, materials, energon splicers and other gadgets he had been working on, plus a new set of weapon shells he had been dying to test, and placed them into the case along with Sky Spy. Once it was full, and a smaller one filled with spare parts and other nicknaks that he may need, he closed the cases and slung the straps over his shoulder. Turning off the monitors and lights, Wheeljack was out of his workshop for the shuttlebay. At least now he'd be able to test his own tools and wouldn't have to worry about the others interferance.

With out wasted time, Wheeljack entered the shuttlebay after a nice brisk walk. He looked across the series of shuttlecraft in various stages of repair interspersed with a hand full of relic fighters and heavy bombers, pre transformation. Soon he came across the Dauntless, the only one being fueled and being loaded with crates of energon cubes and ammunition. Not to mention the nearly two pallets of spare parts and medical supplies, one would think they were headed off to take on the entire Decepticon army. If that was the case it would be perfect, and allow Wheeljack the chance to test his latest Gravity Nullifier Shell. He mused to himself as he boarded the shuttlecraft and stashed his stuff inside.

Autobase Prime ~ Medbay

Strafe looked up at the sound of his name "Hmm? Oh...yeah sure I'd like to!" Strafe just grinned he did hate to be sitting around for too long; but with Jedishen he hoped he'd be okay. Well that and even Strafe hadn't seen some of the other technobots for a while and it did unnerve him a little. Still perhaps a trip to the command centre may be just what he needed and who knows he might get to see some of his errant team-mates. Even if he doubted it sincerly. The paranoid mech couldn't help but be concerned about their welfare. Still he was somewhat sure they were all alright besides the other autobots would look out for them anyhow.

Autobase Prime- Command Center

Road Rage spent her time looking over the radar screens waiting for something to happen. She felt like a fish out of water here. In a tech heavy position.
Still, she's dutiful and tries her best at it.
Her optics took in as much data as she could, but she's no secretary or tech specialist.
Her proficiencies in security didn't cover these things.

Autobase Prime- Medbay- CR Chamber

A flicker of electron.
A crackle across the optic screen.
The optical orb rotated as it came into focus. Words inside the screen read "Function: 100%". The screen changed to show the full spectrum diagram of the CR chamber's occupant lit up in green. The words in Cybertronian typed itself across the screen "System analysis: Fully repaired. Ready for Duty."
Then the chamber opened up with a suction of air, the sliding of gears, and the inside was flooded with light. Feeling the energon course through his circuitry once again Blackstreak reached for the doorway and stepped out. Accessing his memory banks he found them surprisingly intact replaying for him the events in the Tagan Heights. Looking about the room he realized he was no longer at the Tagan Heights repair bay. "I'm not in Tagan Heights," his vocalizer echoed the thoughts in his central processor. Then he noticed Strafe and Jedishen. "What happened to Tagan Heights? How long have I been stasis locked?" He moved towards his fellow Autobots.
It was after he asked the two questions when he realized there were other Autobots in there as well. He looked them one at a time to assess their identities. "First Aid, Windcharger, Blurr," he muttered their names as if in a dream like state.

Autobase Prime: Medbay

*Bzt*

A few welds and First Aid was finished repairing Windcharger's magnotron. Though Blurr's interruption wasn't helping much, "Blurr... one minute..." He closed a panel on Windcharger, "There... make sure to take in some energon before trying to use it though."

He then moved on to Blurr's concerns, though he couldn't understand much of what he said. He did catch the name Stormfire in all that, however. He checked a nearby readout, "His repairs should be complete any moment now... hm it also seem like the metals that were asked for have come." He ordered to drones to integrate the metals into Sideswipe and Sunstreaker's repairs.

If that wasn't enough, Blackstreak was up and around, "Anything wrong?" First Aid asked, trying to focus on different things at once.