- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Under the Oil Rig
Smokescreen made haste in his ascension of the oil platform. His Autobot comrades were up there fighting for their lives and he needed to get back into action to help them as quickly as possible. Smokey’s back still hurt from Nightraven’s attack, but it was nothing he couldn’t persevere through. Thankfully, the femme seeker had not yet followed him below the platform. Perhaps she thought the diversion expert had been killed and was lying at the bottom of the ocean.
If she only knew, Smokescreen thought to himself with a slight grin as he pulled himself onto a catwalk-like structure that was suspended just beneath the main deck. There wasn’t enough room to stand up, at least not for an Autobot, but Smokey was able to crawl along as he looked for a way up to all the action.
The red and blue Autobot then stopped at the sound of Hound’s voice coming from just above his position. The green scout was calling to Prowl for backup, but Smokey didn’t hear an immediate response. It sounds like Hound’s in trouble and Prowl’s probably got his own problems to contend with. I need to get up there, and I need to do it now!
Smokescreen then noticed a small hatch that lead upwards, but it was only big enough for a human to fit through. But perhaps Smokey could make it big enough for him to fit through with a well placed shot from his laser rifle. It’s worth a try!
Above the Oil Rig
Skywarp looked down at the green metal heap that was the Autobot Hound near the edge of the platform. His laser blasts had hit home and caused enough damage to the scout that ‘Warp could see some lubricant leaking out of him. “That looks like it hurts, Autobot!” Skywarp said followed by a maniacal laugh. The teleporter landed on both feet only a short distance away from where Hound lay wounded. Pointing his arm-mounted laser at the green mech, Skywarp smiled. “Now it’s time to finish you off!”
However, before Skywarp could fire his killing shot, Thundercracker’s message came over his comm. Oh, for slag’s sake, ‘Warp thought as he opened a comm line back to his blue friend:
>>Roger that, ‘Cracker! I’ll send help your way now.<<
The teleporter than opened another comm to his wing mates:
>>Solarstrike, Riptide, Firebat and Blackstar, if any of you are able, drop what you’re doing and go help Thundercracker with collecting fuel from this rig immediately.<<
Switching off his comm, Skywarp turned his attention back towards the wounded Hound. “Now, where was I?” However, before the seeker was able to utter another syllable, laser fire ripped through the deck of the platform as Smokescreen suddenly emerged from underneath the rig. Unable to react in time, Skywarp came under intense fire as the diversionary tactician unleashed a barrage of lasers on the teleporter, striking him multiple times in the upper body and forcing him backwards and away from Hound.
“Take that Decepticon punk!” Smokescreen yelled as he continued to fire at the surprised Skywarp, striking him in the head. Disoriented and unable to focus, 'Warp had no other choice but to teleport away in order to regroup and avoid further damage.
Smokescreen then turned his attention to Hound and ran over to the wounded Autobot. ”You okay, buddy?” The diversion expert asked as he knelt down beside the green scout and pulled him away from the edge of the platform. Smokey then inspected the damage to his comrade's side. “It’s not as bad as it looks. I'm not Ratchet, but I should be able to patch you up to prevent more lubricant from escaping.” Smokey then went to work and before too long the fluid had stopped flowing. “There, that should do it. It’s not a permanent fix, but it’ll do for now. Just avoid taking any more damage to your side or you’ll start leaking again.”
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on Mon Dec 14, 2009 9:30 pm, edited 3 times in total.