by Smokescreen85 » Wed Jun 29, 2011 9:01 am
- Motto: ""A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.""
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Over Polyhex – Approaching the Tower
Divebomb cut his thrusters as he crossed the border into Polyhex. He sent out his personal identification signal to alert the various autocannons around the perimeter that he was not an enemy mech. The flying Predacon glided the rest of the way as he approached Shockwave’s tower. Descending from the skies, he passed over the launching silos and noticed that only the Thanatos was still docked. The Obliteration was gone. Perhaps the Combaticons were sent on a mission, Divebomb thought as he neared the base of the tower where he transformed back to robot mode and landed in front of the main entrance.
Looking up towards the top of the tall structure, the aerial warrior wondered what kind of reaction Razorclaw would have to the data he was about to deliver. Divebomb hoped he had enough that would satisfy the Predacon Commander and thus redeem himself for his prior failure. If not, he would likely be kicked out of the unit or worse, dismantled and used for spare parts.
Wasting no further time, Divebomb entered into the tower and made his way to a turbo lift that took him swiftly to the upper levels.
The Tower – Nerve Center
Razorclaw nodded at Onslaught’s comments regarding Shockwave’s Insecticon-like devices. The Predacon Commander had a theory as to the reason one remained above ground and incapacitated, but he didn’t want to draw any more conclusions until he had hard data to back it up. Once Divebomb returned, he would hopefully have what was needed. Until then, Razorclaw would simply have to continue waiting as he had been doing for the past few cycles now.
Fortunately, that wait was now over as the doors to the Nerve Center slid open and Divebomb entered the room. The Aerial Predacon approached the two commanders and gave a respectful salute to both. Razorclaw turned and allowed his subordinate to stand before him. “Have you completed your mission, Divebomb?” The Predacon leader was nothing is not direct and to the point.
The flyer took a deep gulp before responding. “Yes, Commander Razorclaw. I flew in high over Iacon and was not detected by either the Autobots or by Shockwave. I was able to see everything as well as record as much as possible.” Divebomb detached the recorder from his waist area and handed it over to Razorclaw. “Unfortunately, Cybertron’s atmosphere caused some interference, but not much. Everything that you would find important should be here, sir.”
“I will decide what is important, Divebomb,” Razorclaw replied gruffly. “Report on what you saw with those enhanced optics of yours. I trust the atmosphere didn’t interfere with those?”
Divebomb shook his cranial unit before responding. “No, sir. I was able to see everything unobstructed. Shockwave met with a small team of Autobots that included Hot Rod, Grimlock, the scientist Wheeljack and even the traitor Howlstrike. Together they accompanied him to a large chasm where he deployed numerous sensor probes into the bowels of Cybertron. He did give one to Wheeljack for analysis and agreed to share the readings with him as well.”
Razorclaw already didn't like what he was hearing and the mere mention of Howlstrike didn't help his mood any. "Continue."
Divebomb nodded before proceeding further with his report. “Prior to that, Shockwave also agreed to share his knowledge of the Ore-13 in exchange for safe passage out of enemy territory. He’s apparently willing to do what it takes to restore Cybertron, even if that means working with the Autobots in order to do so. I was running low on fuel, so I had to leave prematurely. But it was apparent that Shockwave was almost finished with his work and getting ready to leave Iacon, so I doubt I missed anything else. Further details are on the recordings, sir.”
As Divebomb finished his report, Razorclaw remained focused on his subordinate, showing no outward signs of a reaction. “You’ve done well, Divebomb. You have redeemed yourself in my optics. Now, go get a recharge and then join the other Predacons onboard the Thanatos. We may be departing sooner than expected.”
“Yes, sir!” Divebomb said as he saluted one final time before he turned and started towards the door. As he was about to exit the room, the flyer paused for a moment and then turned back around. “Commanders, one last thing, Shockwave did mention that he expected there to be possible interference from you in reaction to his dealings in Iacon. He didn’t appear to be overly concerned, though, but he is apparently prepared for a confrontation.” The Aerial Predacon bowed his head and then left the Nerve Center, heading for the repair bay where he would get the ordered recharge.
Once his subordinate was gone, Razorclaw peered down at the recorder in his hands. It seemed that what he feared had in fact transpired. While he certainly understood the cycloptic mech’s desire to restore Cybertron, he did not understand the need to share sensitive info with the Autobots. It was especially puzzling when it came to Ore-13, which was a substance the enemy didn’t even know existed until now. Surely, Megatron would not be pleased with this as helping the Autobots in any way that could benefit their position in the war could be seen as treasonous. Of course, there was also the Priority 1 transmission to factor in to the overall equation, as well. But, first thing’s first.
Razorclaw looked over at Onslaught and handed the recording device to him. “If you would do the honors, Commander,” The Predacon leader said stoically, not looking forward to hearing the full details of Shockwave’s business in Iacon, but still needing to hear it from his own vocal processors nonetheless.