Ultrax - BridgeVindicator was the only other Decepticon of major significance that was present on the bridge of the Ultrax, and apart from the menials that were hardwired into the main parts of the ship for guidance and navigation, there was only
Soundwave present. The Seige specialist watched quietly with amber optics as he observed the monotone cassette master working the controls with suple precision - as if he was programmed only yesterday. Vindicator let a slight smile crawl over his faceplate at the silence coming from the veteran Decepticon.
'
Soundwave...' Vindicator thought to himself '
...if you weren't such a monotone bore, you and I would deffinately enjoy much more animated conversation!'
Vindicator turned back to watching the monitors on the bridge, the plasma display's feeding back the information from parts of earth where two of the teams were engaged in their assigned tasks. He watched the unfolding battle with the
Stunticons,
Battlechargers and the
Protectobots. It was a ragtag affair, but one that had delivered purpose. Vindicator had noted that
Octane had made his safe getaway with the load of energon from the oil refinery, and another smile formed on Vindicator's faceplate as his black hand reached out and his fingers danced over the keyboard as he isolated
Octane's frequency and proceeded to broadcast the triplechanger a message.
>"
Octane, this is the Ultrax - Vindicator speaking..." the baritone vocals filled the transmission "...prepare to receive co-ordinates for safe transfer to the Ultrax. You have valuable cargo, and we do not want it damaged or tampered with..." Vindicator paused before a cruel smirk replaced the somber look on his face "..oh and
Octane...Jettison the fleshlings"<
Vindicator went to speak to
Soundwave, when he realised that the communications specialist was no longer there. There was a small flashing light on the bounce indicator.
"Hmm.. it seems that our monotone, and "uncharasmatic", friend has taken a trip to himself...." Vindicator tapped his chin thoughtfully before he realised that the Thanatos had made itself present in the Sol system. The thanatos, Vindicator had mused, was a warship more designed for someone of Vindicator's stature in the Decepticon Legion, but instead he was posted on the rusting hulk that was the Ultrax. Granted one of his only friends was posted on the Ultrax, and the looming decepticon was grateful that it was one who shared in his experiences of pain and betrayal.
Ok so he was being melancholy, but underneath the titanic exterior - like a few other Decepticons, Vindicator was a victim of the Autobot Autocracy, and the gluttonous greed of the high council. He felt his Spark Core throb as his anger mounted, and his energon pump started to work that little bit faster as his temper started to flare at the memories, and why he chose the path of the Decepticon legion over that of being a slave to false hope. There was a cruel laugh coming from the Siege Specialist as he remeniced the days of destruction - especially the day he crushed another Decepticon for failing to do his duty.
A pipping sound took his distraction away, as the voice of his friend started to filter through the eerie silence of the Ultrax's bridge.
"This is the Ultrax, Siege Commander Vindicator receiving..."
The hiss was replaced by a gravel filled voice that was pain tinged as it spoke with a cold and dangerous tone.
>"...This is Contemptor...I am in the process of retreiving Hellion. I have sustained some...minor damage."<There was a pause and a brief series of unintelligable pained growls
>"...hold still...damn you seeker!...Hellion is a mess..."< Vindicator mentally facepalmed himself. There were times that he respected
Contemptor, and there were times that he could not give him the time of day. All things being said, he was his friend and the two did share a common bond.
"Someone has to remind me to smack that lugnut upside the head one day for getting involved with a femme-seeker....
Hellion no less..." Vindicator muttered aloud to no-one in particular before he responded to the hail from the Iranian Desert.
>"Contemptor, this is Vindicator. Be prepaired for Bounce retreival for both yourself and Hellion...I will also have to retreive Thrust from his crashpoint...Stand by for confirmation..."<Vindicator gave a heavy sigh. Yes he was stuck out of the thickest of the action, but his amssive size and lack of earth guise limited him in his capacity, but at least he wasn't placed somewhere that kept him away from the conflict. He could still support at least for now, and that was better than a kick in the aft-plate.
OoC Edit: Inserting broadcast message for all decepticons in Iranian Desert
Vindicator sat back in his chair and looked again at one of the plasma display's, and called up a topographical blueprint image of the desert. A glowing decepticon insignia started to glow in the area of the ocean, and Vindicator decided to home in on it.
It was
Thrust's distress beacon.
"How in the nine hell's did that conehead end up there?...Primus know's I will have to transfer off this rustheap... its occupants are as ragtag as this hulking junkyard!"
Vindicator pressed a few buttons and activated the retreival codes to return
Thrust to the Ultrax. He also set a broadcast for all the decepticons in the Iranian desert so that they could rendevous to a safe zone and be ready for bounce extraction.
>"This is Siege Commander Vindicator to all Decepticons in the Iranian Desert. Co-ordinates are being broadcast for assembly for safe Bounce Extraction back to the Ultrax...Leave no 'con behind!"<