[Hangar Epsilon]The hangar was bustling with activity, and it was certainly going to be a large undertaking, but the prospect excited Alpha. He was ready to go onto one of these missions. It had been a while since he’d done anything much, but he was really happy to be here now. If there weren’t so many people around here, he might have squealed from joy.
Kup wrote:"Looks like a big party's headin' out. Do we get cake first?"
Red Alert had just entered, with Rook in tow, and he caught Kup’s comment just then and there. “Cake? What? I was not i-informed of this!” It took Red Alert a second to realise that Kup had simply meant it as a figure of speech instead of being serious about enjoying some human delicacy.
Several optics went to Red Alert as he cleared his vocaliser and spoke loudly. “Ah, alright everyone. That shuttle there is headed to Detroit, and Jazz is in charge of it, so if you’re going there, board the shuttle
please, just do it. If you’re going to Kashmir, you will be in the second shuttle there, led by Kup. The team to Africa will be on the side over there, and Rook is in charge. If you were not assigned a mission, just check in with me first, and I’ll… yeah, I’ll take care of it.”
Fraggit! The security director was getting ruffled, and he hadn’t even done much.
A young white, orange and blue helicopter mech approached him first.
Phew, at least it isn’t someone big and buff. Yet. No, wait, agh! Slag! Alpha looked at Red Alert from behind his visor and faceplate, and asked, “Could I join the mission to… Kashmir?”
Red Alert sighed, and typed something on his datapad. “Y-your identification?”
“Alpha Bravo, air support.” Alpha was pretty excited to finally be going on a mission. He didn’t know what it was going to be like, but the place looked like it was going to be dangerous and a bit of a thriller.
The security director entered his credentials, and selected his profile.
He’s… an interesting one. Yeah. I’ll just leave him at that. “O-okay, just go stand over there next to Kup.”
He did as he was told, and waved at Kup, happy to see him again. He remembered a little while back, when he’d met Kup in the Ark when Megatron had escaped, and how he’d been one of the first people he’d seen since he woke up. “Hello again, sir!”
Red Alert went over to the
Kashmir group to inform them of some specifics. “M-make sure you all have your holomatter avatars adjusted to the local population. You will
need them. There is a small town that is in the d-disputed territory of the two human nations, India and Pakistan. Both nations are the strongest in their region and have…”
Ack! I almost forgot to mention this earlier! “...Nuclear capabilities. T-the tensions have been increasing over one part of the region in particular, and it is…
crucial that you diffuse the situation before it escalates into a full blown nuclear war! And, and then everyone would perish!”
Alpha Bravo almost chuckled under his faceplate at the last part, because of the security director’s excessive hyperboles, but he did his best to maintain composure so that he wouldn’t get into trouble.
Red Alert then went over to the
Detroit group. Overclock was standing there, next to the others, and his face was stern and unmoving. It honestly freaked Red Alert out a little bit, but he needed brief them before anything else. “Uh, yeah, s-so the Detroit mission will just be a continuation of what happened before with the previous team. The aim is to s-secure the storage facility permanently, to serve as an alternate resource cache for the Autobots. It should be… mostly simple.”
Hopefully. Please don’t mess anything up!Overclock nodded. “Understood,” he said, looking to Jazz, “Ready to depart when necessary.”
Once Red Alert had taken care of his briefings, he received a comm from Antarctica.
Wheeljack wrote:>>”This is Wheeljack. I read you Red Alert. There’s been a lot of things happening down here, too. Not sure what we’re dealing with yet, but we’re going to be a while longer than initially anticipated. Just tell the team to go ahead without us. We’ll contact you and the higher-ups once we have more information down here. Wheeljack out.”<<
The Antarctica team was busy with things? What kinds of things? Weren’t they just there to mine Ore-13? What if they were scheming to do something else?
Ack! Not now! He informed Rook that the Antarctica team would be there later.
Blaster wrote:>>”Red Alert, this is Blaster. The Dinobots have mobilised themselves and the Trion. Magnus wants you to see if you can keep some of the volunteers around as part of a standby team. Keep them ready to orbital bounce if something happens. Blaster out.”<<
>>”O-okay then, roger that Blaster, I guess. I’ll try looking for some… suitable mechs. Red Alert out.”<<Luckily, he didn’t have to look around much.
Arbalest wrote:“Well, I don’t see why not. Let’s try it out. It’ll be a good first experience for me down there.”
“Alright!” It didn’t take long for Warpath to get moving, and he had took his buddy Arbalest straight down to the hangar. There were a number of mechs gathered into the hangar, all somewhat headed towards one of the various shuttles that had been readied. The question was, which one were they going to be going to? Warpath turned to Red Alert, who seemed to be the one in control of things around here. “Is there s’pposed to be some kinda sign-up ‘round here? Or do we just hop on any of ‘em?”
“Ah, a-actually, there will be no need for you two. You two have been… chosen, for… a special combat unit. It’s been a bit of a last minute preparation, but we do need capable fighters to take care of a certain problem in case something comes up.” He paused for a moment, hastily looked left and right, and in an almost desperate tone, softly added, “The Dinobots have gone off and they might be doing something really, really dangerous!”
Warpath nodded and chuckled. “Aye, I’d be definitely down for that. Whadya say, Arbsy?”
On the other side was Rook, who saw and acknowledged Prowl’s presence, knowing that he would be coming along with him. Rook had several Autotroopers behind him, some carrying supplies and a few others carrying construction drones. All of them would be helpful in refurbishing the outpost.
Prowl wrote:“Where’s Rook? I understand he’s supposed to be heading up the African mission. I would like to speak with him.”
“Right here, sir.” Rook raised his arm for a quick salute before lowering it. “Good to see you again, sir. I was informed you will be joining us to oversee the progress, is that right?” The question itself was rhetorical, since he knew that Prowl was here for only that purpose anyway, but formalities were not something that Rook was going to take shortcuts on.
“Red Alert let me in on this phase-sixer project, and it seems we have a suitable candidate. I am not well experienced with things of scientific nature, but he shares some of the characteristics as Sixshot, namely the ability to take on multiple alternate modes. Red described him to me as being a bit… turbulent, to keep things simple, but I’m sure we can iron out whatever issues are present later on.”
With that being said, the defense strategist turned his head to see a newcomer enter the hangar. His chassis was red, teal and gray, adorned with a yellow visage and a well-built frame. There was hesitation in his optics, and his first steps in were those taken in confusion. He gave a half-hearted salute to Prowl, and trudged over, dragging his feet across the floor.
Rook looked up and smiled at the triple changer new arrival. “This,” he said, turning to Prowl, “is Quickswitch.”