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Autobase Nu - Medbay
Minerva looked up from her work as Brewer addressed her. She flashed a grateful smile for his proposal
‘Thanks Brewer, any help I can get would be appreciated, If you could see your way to doing what you can with poor Archangel’s arms, I’d be extremely grateful.’ She quickly scanned over the results from Brewers scan of Silverbolt, it was nothing more serious than a busted hydraulic, it would be painful and stop the mech from moving, but he’d survive for a while. Minerva quickly went over to Silverbolt to explain the situation

‘Silverbolt, you’ve got a busted hydraulic from the look of these scans, it might be painful, but it’s not dangerous, I’ll have you patched up soon, but I really need to get Archangel online, I hope you understand…’

Minerva’s voice trailed off. That had come out so badly, unsympathetic and just callous. She hated being in these kinds of situations. Slowly Minerva turned her back on Silverbolt and moved back to Archangel. The mech’s head had been repaired, and Minerva began to fix the joints and servos that kept that head on a body. Apart from his arms and neck, Archangel was ready for a good long rest in CR.

Autobase Nu - Command Centre

Topspin couldn’t believe his luck, he was going out on a spying mission to map out enemy position and… terrain. Topspin practically jumped with excitement at Prowl’s idea, he turned and moved over to Kup

‘So when are we going? Are we going to stick together or cover each other’s movements, or is one guy going to be bait whilst the other prepares an ambush? We could take out quiet a few cons that way. Well why are we waiting, let’s go!’

Topspin stared at Kup, imploring him to get a move on, Topspin was twitching for action.

Autobase Nu - Hallways

Broadside was heading over to med bay, word had got round of an ambush, and Broadside wanted to find out what was going on, having been in CR for a few breems now. As he headed towards his destination Broadside considered asking Prowl, but quickly realised that the mech was probably planning some sort of retribution on his own cold logical way, and would rather be left alone. Still it was worth telling him that Broadside was around.

‘Prowl, this is Broadside reporting for duty, give me a shout if you need anything’

Broadside turned the corner to the med bay and was confronted by the forms of Forte and Sub-Zero, who appeared to be guarding the door. Broadside approached.
Hey, can either of you two give me an idea of what’s going on?? I’ve been out of it for a while.

Autobase Nu - Medbay

Springer stepped aside to let Brewer and then Minerva speak with Silverbolt. His optics wandered to the door where Sub-Zero and Forte stood. In the back of his mind he knew he should have reported with Kup to Prowl, and he should have contacted Topspin to see where he was. He was slipping, he had enough sense to help his fellows but he had a lapse in his own sense of priorities. He looked back at Silverbolt, the Areal leader would most likely want to speak with Prowl too. Springer spoke with a tired tone.

“Silverbolt I’m going to message Prowl, perhaps get a shortened debriefing of our situation. Is there anything you want me to ask him while I have the stiff shirt on the horn?”

Springer grinned, everyone knew prowl’s personality, and Springer couldn’t resist the opportunity to make a light joke.

He opened a channel to Topspin while he awaited Silverbolts response.

>>Topspin, I’m in the Med bay. Sorry I didn’t have a chance to speak with you earlier. Where are you right now?<<


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Sub-Zero was about to answer Forte when Broadside approached. ~Well might as well put all the eggs in one basket~
He could answer both of their questions with one long answer. He looked from one to the other and his visor flashed.

“Well…… Kup took us out on the grid, I had to ride with Wheelbar since my alt is low. I could smell something was not right. The areal bots were overhead. When we got to the shore line Skullcruncher burst from the rust sea. I was the first to be attacked. I dodged him as best as I could. It was as if they had been waiting for us. Weirdwolf and Mindwipe showed up too. I took on Wolf in beast mode. I took some punctures in our canine melee. I could see Kup had started to encounter Mindwipe but the rest of us were occupied with Skullcruncher and Weirdwolf. There was an accidental shot of friendly fire, I had to use my Absolute zero lasers to counter their course. I destroyed one but the other made it by and was knocked off corse. Air Raid got the other one. Well when I transformed I did something that caused a leak and initiated stasis lock. I over rode it trying to help Wheelbar. I went offline before the backup arrived. I did not see what happened to Archangel. I woke up here with Minerva cutting my armor off.”

He looked back at the med room, a sigh of relief washed over him as he noticed that everything seemed to be going smoothly.

“In my opinion it felt like a distraction to get us to the shore line. I cant say more since I was injured and missed a lot. But that’s just my take.”

Autobase Nu - Medical Facilities

Once he got his reaction from Minerva, Brewer only nodded and began to finish up the job she had started on with Archangel's arms. There wasn't much left to do, but every second counted, even at this state. Once the fembot returned from diagnosing Silverbolt, he was just about done. He and Minerva finished the injuried medic's neck and arms about the same time, and Brewer waited for further instructions.

At the entrance of the facilities, Forte was startled by Broadside as he walked up behind Sub-Zero and herself. Knuckles unconsciously pressed to her lips, the femme only looked to both bots, as her guard partner began to explain quite enthusiastically. Sub-Zero seemed rather proud to tell his story, but it also answered her own question, along with Broadside's. She only nodded in agreement once the younger bot concluded, and then waited to see what the newcomer's response was.

Nova Cronum - Command Center

"Relax, lad," Kup told Topspin. "Good things come to those who wait."

It was a hackneyed old-timer sort of response to all that uppity energy, and cliched as anything, but Kup tended to deal in that sort of thing. As he prepared to regale the Jumpstarter with a tale about how he once waited sixteen orns in a tiny crack in the wall of one of the Sonic Canyons to get the drop on a Decepticon data courier, the vet noticed something unusual on one of the Command Center's monitors. Even at Kup's advanced age, little escaped his optics. He walked over to get a closer look at the datafeed.

"Something just fell out of the sky on our side of the Maximus Line," he said to Prowl and Topspin. Glancing at the jumpstarter, he offered a slight smile. "Looks like we just found our starting point for our little recon mission."

Turning and marching out of the Command Center, Kup transformed into truck mode and headed for the nearest exit.

Autobase Nu ~ Medbay

"Not a problem Minerva" Silverbolt replied to the Femme as she turned back to her other patient "Busted hydraulic, hmmm..." The Aerialbot Commander mused on what was the answer to his problem "..So much for the big mystery"

Snapping him out of his thoughts came Springer's question to him regarding Prowl. Suppressing a smile, Silverbolt took no time in replying "No thanks Springer, I already have my orders from Prowl, once I've recieved repairs I've got to head back out and resume patrols over the Maximus Line, no rest for the wicked you know?"

Striding over to the border of the Maximus Line, the blue mech eyed the churned up landscape. He noted some spent ammo casings littering the ground, as well as some laser burns on scattered pieces of shrapnel. There was even one area near the border where it looked like something heavy had slammed into the ground from a considerable distance or speed. It was pretty obvious that there had been a battle here recently. Very recently.

It figures I would get here too late to join in, the transformer mused.

Doing a quick optic sweep of the surrounding area, he walked over to the Maximus Line and paused. Checking once more for any enemies in his immediate vicinity, he stepped over the invisible border line and strode over to the impact site.

Squatting down he examined the ground for a few seconds before extending his hand out and brushing a piece of something with a finger digit. The object, his scanners told him, was a paint chip off of a transformer. He could only assume it came off of the one that had fallen and created this small crater in the ground. The paint chip was blue with a hint of some shiny, metallic color near the edge of it. Scooping up the fleck of paint, he settled back in a crouched squat to run the color through his files to check for a color match so he could assign a name or faceplate to the individual who had taken a ‘crash’ course in landing.

Message to Kup from Grimlock

>>”Kup, this me, Grimlock. Me finally back on Cybertron and putting the old group together. Me hoping you interested in a reunion and stomping some Decepticons. Me be coming over with a shuttle soon to pick you up if you interested.”<<

Autobase Nu - MedbayShe was finished, all connections completed, all joints repaired and nothing strange showing up on the scanner. Minerva stood up from her work, taking a moment to steady herself, she could hardly see straight. She looked over at Brewer

‘Well, we’ve done all we can, let’s see if we can wake him up.’

Slowly Minerva disconnected the life support machine, and brought Archangel’s own systems back online, checking that each one was running smoothly. She leaned towards Archangel’s head and spoke softly so that his audio sensors would have time to re-adjust

‘Arch, can you here me?

Command Centre

Whilst Kup’s story was all well and good, Topspin paid no heed to the underlying message of patience. He wanted to go now.

‘Something fell out of the sky huh? Well that’s fantastic! Think of what it could be! It could be a prototype Decepticon satellite that malfunctioned or it could be some sort of robot. Maybe it’s something that doesn’t come from Cybertron, can you imagine what that would look like?!’

Topspin was working himself up into frenzy at all the possibilities that were buzzing in his cortex, he couldn’t wait to get started, he was heading for the door even before he’d finished guessing what it could be, he seemed to have forgotten that Kup was leading the patrol as he headed for the exit to the base. As he walked along he got Springer’s message. He turned on his own comm. and replied

‘Hey Springer, good to hear from you, me and Kup are heading out to do a bit of recon, something seems to have fallen out of the sky near the Maximus line, you feel like joining us?’

Topspin paused in the hallway, waiting for Springer’s response

Medbay enterance

Broadside didn’t like the fact that a small group of Decepticons could do that much damage. He looked at the two mechs. Both looked to be shaken by the recent battles. He turned to Sub-Zero

‘Sounds like you put a dent in their plans though. I mean they didn’t attack anywhere else in Nova did they? How is your friend now?’

Broadside looked towards Forte, she looked like she’d been up and about a bit longer, but not by much. But seeing how she seemed nearly to terrified to look him in the optics, Broadside decided not to ask what happened to her. So instead he asked:

‘So is there some sort of counter attack being planned. I don’t like seeing bots get knocked down without a response. And also why are you guy’s guarding the door?’

Leaving Autobase Nu

Grimlock? Kup nearly jumped out of his armored skin in shock as he heard the familiar voice - with its very distinct diction and phrasing - of the long-lost Dynobot commander. This better not be some kinda bad joke! He suddenly recalled his 'encounter' with Kralix, and worried for a moment. Or worse. Damn age. He dismissed the thought. Some things are too good not to be true... His thoughts elsewhere, he half-listened to Topspin's myriad theories about what the object could have been.

"Could be, could be," was his only reply as he rumbled toward the Maximus Line in truck mode. Quickly, he formatted a reply to Grimlock and sent it on the same encoded channel on which the original message had come.

Maximus Line: Bunker 23

Nova Strike held the portable scanner in one hand, looking at it periodically as he made his way through the myriad labrynth that was the interior of his fortified oasis. The moments passed by slowly as he crossed section after section, floor after floor, until he reached the massive double tritanium blast doors at the rear of the bunker complex. The perfect form of entrance just so they could get those super fancy bits of equipment in the place several vorns back when this was first designated as a bunker site. To the right and the left were concealed tunnel entrances to the various levels and trenchs and terraces that made up the exterior portion of the bunker complex.

"Sir Nova Strike..." The bunker commander's survey was abruptly interupted by a lower ranked soldier. "Is it true... have the cons taken Tagan? Have they really started a siege on Iacon? Whats going to..."

Nova held up his hand to cut the soldier off. Reaching calmly into a chest compartment the squad leader pulled out a small data pad. He really had not expected to get bombasted so soon after leaving the center, but it wasn't all that suprising. Many of his soldiers were either residents of Tagan or had friends in the Heights. What was suprising however, was that no major announcement had been made to the various commanders along the front. Perhaps it was a morale thing, but Nova Strike didn't buy it. Morale was already fairly low since the policy of stagnation had been adopted and figured to go further down the perverbial waste extractor the longer silence came from Nu.

After a glance at the pad he replaced it back into his right breast compartment. "Calm yourself soldier. You won't do anyone any good working yourself up into a ferver. So far I can't confirm any reports. Command is supposidly sending some techs to get us up to par with the rest of the line but for now we're the perverbial outcasts."

The joke did little to calm the mech as it waited for serious responces. "Alright that didn't go over so well... At present I am waiting for confirmation from Nu, beyond that there is nothing else I can say. Well other than I doubt Iacon is under siege yet. Such an invasion of Tagan would have been depleting to say the least." Nova gave a nod to the soldier dismissing any further questions and allowed himself a moment of peace as he left the some what cluttered supply port.

He disappeared out into a sub branch of the bunker leading towards a lower level outlook post. Its purpose was, well at one time had been, a spotting point for the Artillery further up as well as a place for automated turbo lasers. But like everything else in war, the batteries had been removed for repair after a decepticon flier drone decided to sacrifice itself into the side of the bunker. Repairs to the actual platform had been slow as well, with no dedicated engineers, his soldiers had basically been forced to learn on the job.

Dismissing the sentry for a early refuelling, Nova Strike took up a solitary position on the outlook point. Scaffolding did hinder his mobility slightly, as it was designed for the smaller mechs to scurt around. Once he reached the edge of the camoflage screen, Nova pulled out his micro binoculars and began to scan the horizon.

As the field of magnified vision swept across the no mechs land and a short distance into both sides, a small moving figure caused his sweep to pause. Nova Strike brought the scanners down upon the blury figure. The internal circuitry sparked to life as it zoomed in and out then refocusing itself to give its user a better view of the target.

The new comer was a blue mechanism, a few meters tall and apparently well armed. Definately not exactly some one suggested vulerability. "Either its an Autobot trooper or one really really lost Decepticon." Nova spoke to himself as he rechecked the findings of the scanner. Either way he was not going to leave the mech unattended on the front line.

A brief whistle recalled a pair of sentries to the observation post as Nova sleeved the scanner into a wrist pocket. He placed his hand on the balcony rail as the pocket closed. A grunt soon followed as Nova Strike lept over the rail and fell towards the ground several meters down.

Hitting the ground with a resounding thud, Nova entered a dead sprint before flipping over end over end and reverting to his highspeed ground vehicle form. As soon as the forth wheel touched the steel of the ground he pressed the axcelerator and shot on towards the unknown blue target.

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Autobase NU~ CR Chamber:
WheelBar's optics flashed open, blackness still surrounding them. His visor that protected his eyes had not come online yet, and the back of it was all he could see...

<i>Wha...What happened?</i> He wondered to himself. His memory wasn't registering...he must have been out for a while...

Green text flashed across his visor:
[Energon Replenished: 100%. Systems: Online At Optimal Output. Engaging: Visor ON.]

Bright light flooded his optics and his memory shot back in quick flashes. Light. Everywhere. Smoke. A Crash. The Bullets striking his side. Earlier. The Decepticons. Missles. Sub-Zero.

WheelBar gasped. He had been injured, badly. But, he seemed to be fine now, his right side was moving, and the armor was new, unpunktured. Even the cut on his other arm was fixed.
<i> How long was I out?!</i> WheelBar asked himself.

Looking around, he saw where he was. He remembered the familiar tubing...the CR Chamber. Last time he was here it was before the mission...he was with Sub-Zero. WheelBar felt the center of his chest leap. <i> Oh Primus! Please let him be ok!!</i>

The CR door creaked open slowly as WheelBar leaped out.
"Hello? Sub-Zero?!" WheelBar said, looking around, hoping someone was there.

Med bay

Zero regarded Broadside for a moment.

“Truthfully I don’t believe they had a plan. Their commander was not in the thick of the battle. They did not show any tactical reason for such an isolated attack, on the border of one of our stronger holdings. I’m not a tactician but I still believe strongly that it was all a diversion for something else.”

Zero stopped as he heard his name called by a familiar voice.

“Ill be right back, Broadside would you stand here a moment with Forte. We’re not to let anyone injured leave with out being checked first.”

Zero turned and made his way to the CR chambers, Wheelbar stood there looking worried and confused. Though the wolf bot had less than quality temporary armor on he was now fully functional with the exception of the disconnections of his lasers.

“Wheelbar, what happened? Did Weirdwolf take a chunk out of you? Are you ok?”

Zero still felt a flood of guilt knowing he wasn’t there to help the younger bot. But he did not show it. Wheelbar looked upset and Zero’s emotions would just add to it, so instead he remained steady. His blue visor glowing with a soft light.

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Med bay


Springer patted Silverbolt on the back,
“At least it wasn’t un-repairable. Good luck with your orders. I’ll see you when ya get back.”

The Lead Wrecker grinned and he turned his attention to the door. Broadside now stood where Sub-Zero had been, next to the femme Forte. He was about to ask what he was doing when Topspin answered his question.

>> Nah, you go ahead have fun with Kup. I need to debrief with Prowl. I think I’ve been down in medbay a little too long.<<

Though he didn’t deny he enjoyed the social arrangement it provided him, he thought as he glanced at the femmes.

Springer started towards the door, and paused to speak to the two “guards” Broadside and Forte.
“If anyone is looking for me I’m going to find Prowl. Though I suppose they could just contact me just as easily. See you guys in a bit.”

Springer’s footsteps echoed in the long corridor as he made his way to the central hub.

>>Prowl, Springer here. I’m coming down to see ya. I’m hoping you can debrief me on what I’ve missed. And maybe we can set something up.<<

Autobase Nu ~ Medbay

One by one, his systems came back online, each one slowly bringing him back from the darkness. An involuntary jerk rocked his body, as it retroactively reacted to the last moments of the earlier encounter, before the darkness covering his optics began to brighten and a soft voice could be heard, almost like it was in the distance.

Slowly moving his arm up to shield his optics from the bright lights, a face slowly came into focus, and Archangel could put the voice and face together as his bearings were slowly restored along with his systems "Oh, Hi Minerva.." The young Medic replied, also speaking quietly, before grinning like an idiot "..Yes I can hear you just fine, but why are we talking so quietly?" Archangel continued, typically taking little time to start joking around.

Standing a few tables away, Orpheus stood waiting, waving away the occasional attempt by one of the drones to look at his injuries, and watching for some sign of life from his longtime friend. As he saw the Medic's body jerk, the young warrior almost dashed over to see what was going on, but somehow managed to hold himself back, all the time telling himself that he would just get in the way, and Arch would be fine. The not knowing was killing the black 'Bot, but he'd always been told that he needed to learn how to be patient, and now seemed like the time to do so.

Autobase Nu - Medbay
Minerva smiled warmly at Archangel’s response. She backed away a bit to give him some room before asking him, now at normal volume.

‘How are you feeling? Anything wrong? If not just trot yourself over to CR for a rest, then you can come and help me with Omega Supreme.’

Minerva stood up, suddenly very tired. She steadied herself and crossed slowly towards Silverbolt, finding it hard to walk in a straight line. She dismissed this problem as residual stiffness from being hunched over Archangel for so long.

‘All right Silverbolt, if you hold still this won’t take a minute.’

Slowly Minerva removed the plating that protected the hydraulic, and looked at the problem. It took her quite a while to focus on the problem, but once she did, she began to drain the fluid and then proceeded to weld up the break, shaking her head to clear her vision every so often.

‘Good as new. You can go now, but come back if something goes wrong.’

Minerva stood up and looked around the Med bay. Everything was pretty much wrapped up round here, so she set of towards the hangers to find Omega Supreme

En route to Crash site

Topspin raced along beside Kup. He was so excited, he couldn’t wait to see what it was that had crashed on the Maximus line. He sent a message to Kup. he was irritated by the older Mech's lack of speed, but even Topspin wasn't reckless enough to speed off on his own with decepticons and who knew what around.

‘No sign of Decepticon activity so far, do you think we should inform the front line that we’re en route in case they think we’re hostile?’

Autobase NU~ CR Chamber:

WheelBar's mood immediately lit up knowing that his friend was still alive, but the moment soon dissapeared. He looked over his fellow comrade, whe still had some replacement armor from the recent battle. Guilt stood over the young transformer like a bad omen. It was his fault. If he hadn't been so focused on gettins his stupid weapon back he wouldn't have needed Sub-Zero to save him, to get hurt.

"No.." WheelBar replied to Zero," It was another Decepticon, I'm not sure who, there was smoke everywhere. But I got hit by what sounded like machine gun fire all on my right side, so I suppose I came from the sea."

WheelBar stood there for the moment, still feeling the shroud of gulit. "I..." WheelBar managed. "Uh...." He knew what he had to say, but it was very hard for him to muster up, but he knew it had to be done.

"I'm sorry..." He began, "..that you got hurt. It's my fault..."

Autobase Nu - Medical Facilities

Watching Minerva unsteadily walked to Silverbolt and repair him, Brewer new the femme needed to rest. He wasn't sure how to tell her, though - he being far lower in the ranks of the medical field than himself. Another thought crossed his mind, though - if she had to rest, and Archangel was going to be in the CR chamber at the same time, who would handle Omega Supreme? Brewer could do no such thing, being only able to stabalize and perform minor repairs to patients. "Minvera," he called to the female medic.

Just as she was growing comfortable with being around Sub-Zero, Forte was forced to be near a new bot - Broadside. She looked from the wolfbot to the newcomer and then back again, not sure how to protest. Springer startled her to a near squeal as he walked up to Broadside and herself to get out of the Facilities. Oh, what a wonderful position for such a shy fembot. A guard was definately not something she could handle in her shy state of being.

Maximus Line

Several astroseconds later, the blue mech stood up and stared unseeing at the ground while his CPU continued to run the paint fleck through his extensive color database. A preliminary scan had informed him that the paint chip had come off of a Decepticon. There were trace chemical components added into the paint that were commonly used by the Decepticons when they mixed up a new batch of paint. There was a slight 1.2964% chance that the paint could have come off of an Autobot or Neutral since there was nothing permitting them from mixing random chemicals in to create special colors or blends of paint. However he deemed that percentage too minimal to be a valid possibility. It was highly unlikely that a neutral had been hanging out on the border when a battle was taking place. It could possibly be an Autobot since the impact zone was close to the border, but from the angle the other mech had impacted from it was more then likely a ‘Con.

Grinding the paint chip between his fingers for a moment, the mech scanned the ground around the impact area. Close inspect revealed a set of footprints in the ground around the crater. Walking around the edge and out a little farther into Decepticon controlled territory, he looked for more footprints to indicate where the other had come from.

Unfortunately he was left to conclude after spending a breem searching that the other transformer had not walked out to the fallen one.

If it was a ‘Con that hit the ground, then I can only assume that the one that landed here is probably a ‘Con, too.

Glancing back down at the footprints left by the other mech, he lifted his head and shifted his gaze back to the torn up horizon line.

A flying ‘Con… that would almost have to be a seeker. Strange for one to stop and help another one though. A seeker that does something other then put itself as the number 1 priority is… extremely unusual. Hmm, maybe it-

The sound of a distant approaching engine cut into his thoughts causing him to look around for an astrosecond to pinpoint what direction it was coming from.

The blue transformer smiled slightly.

Apparently I didn’t come in unnoticed after all.

Separating the two finger digits he had been using to grind the paint chip into a fine powder, he let the remains of the paint fall from his fingers back onto the ground. He watched the remnants sprinkle onto the ground for an astrosecond before he headed back over towards the Autobot side of the border.

His audio receptors could definitely hear the approaching vehicle easily now. Whoever it was definitely was coming for him.

Maximus Line - Crash Site

As they neared the coordinates of the impact, Kup transformed into robot mode and retrieved his musket laser from subspace. Holding up one hand actuator briefly to indicate that Topspin needed to take his overly active vocalizer off-line, he made his way forward toward the actual coordinates, using rubble and wreckage for cover.

Reaching the coordinates, Kup noticed a certain blue mechanoid. They're all coming out of the woodwork these cycles, he mused, a slight smile crossing his faceplate. He called out to the figure.

"Well, well, well," he said. "Look what the Predacon dragged in, Topspin. Chasing a bounty, Devcon?"

Autobase Nu - Medbay

Broadside didn’t like being the cause of anxiety, and he could tell that he made Forte uncomfortable. It was understandable, Broadside was of an intimidating size, and the femme was quite small, amplifying the problem in all likelihood. But still, it hurt him to know she was afraid of him, he didn’t like that. He looked to the femme, who was looking at Sub-Zero, torn between duty and the safety of the familiar mech’s company. Broadside knew exactly what he should do. He spoke softly in an attempt not to startle Forte

‘Why don’t you go and see how he’s doing. I’m more than capable of holding this door by myself. But if I need help, I’ll be sure to call you first.’
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Minerva heard Brewer’s call behind her; she turned around, and slowly walked back into the med-bay. Her posture revealed to even the most casual observer that she was astroseconds from powering down. And when she spoke her voice was dull and lifeless.

‘What is it Brewer? I’ve kept Omega waiting for a long time, I need to go deal with him, he’s our greatest defender, I owe him that much at least.’

Crash Site

The unidentified object being Devcon disappointed Topspin. Not that he had anything against the mech, he was just hoping for something a bit more exciting. Never the less he walked up to the mech to greet him.
‘So what are you doing here Devcon, you missed the party. So did I now I think about it, but the point is the cons pulled out a while ago.’

Autobase Nu - Medical Facilities

Broadside's suggestion didn't startle Forte as much as he could have. But she then felt rather brushed off by him. "I..." she forced out her words, "I was told to guard the door. Besides, I don't even know his friend enough. There isn't much place for someone like me in a medical ward." And she was right - a fembot who only understood fighting at such a young age, she would be useless walking around the floor of the facilities. Pitt, if she was cursed enough for such simplemindedness, she might actually kill someone just trying to help. "I'm sorry..." Forte didn't know why she apologized, but she felt the need to do so.

Brewer paused at the pathetic and worn out sight of Minerva. Weather or not he had little skill in diagnosing injuries and such, it was far too obvious, even in the fembot's voice, that she wasn't going to last much longer. "Please, take a moment to rest. Even if it's just a little. You won't make it through Omega's repairs in that condition."

Med bay
The black and silver bot placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. He was not about to point the finger at Air Raid but it had been the arielbot's ammunition that had done Zero in not Wheelbar.

“Wheelbar you can't take responsibility for what my weaponry does to me, besides skullcruncher targeted me first and by no means is that your fault. When weirdwolf got into it ... hey who better to take him on then another wolf right? You do know my teeth pierced his armor, gave him a few nice holes in that special plating of his. I'd say that was worth every nanosecond of what I went through.”

He grinned the cup was always half full for Zero, even when they were faced with complete hopelessness on could always find hope within the arctic functioning bot. He paused a moment.

“Besides I should be apologizing to you. I never got to see your fancy swordsmanship. It would have been something to see if we would have been given a chance to fight side by side for the full encounter.”

Zero ran his hand over the temporary plating covering his body..

“Come on, lets see if we can find some battle grade armor for me, this stuff is embarrassing. Then I should return to Forte. Shes the one we helped bring in from the last battle, you might recognize her. She and I are supposed to be watching the door. But seriously I think Minerva just wanted to give us something to do.”

His optics turned to look at the medic,

“I wish she would rest, she hasn't sat down since i came back on line. If i was trained Id be right in there to help her but sadly I'm lacking those skills.”

Zero made his way over to the storage where the armor plating was kept. He pulled out a few sheets of high grade titanium and motioned for a drone to assist him. The plating would need to be painted.

“What do you think Wheelbar, should I stick with black and silver or something else?”

Maximus Line

As Nova Strike dodged a piece of solid debris and slag his scanners began to blip repeatedly. A swift swerve around a smashed engine casing allowed him a better angle for his sensors to pick up who or what exactly he would be dealing with. Well well, two more now on my scopes. He thought to himself as he pulled the axcelerator down to his maximum speed. Jumping over a fallen hatch door sloped up against a natural metalic slab boulder, Nova switched his engines to the more silent battery mode.

By now the other two blips had stopped just short of the original and suprisingly enough there were no signs of a fire fight. Still Nova was not going to be careless in his own sector. Silently he pulled down his breaks and drifted along the contures of elevated trench boundary and supply road. Once he reaches the desired apex of his turn, with out sacrificing speed, Nova straightens out to conquer the last miles of the trek.

The distance now covered, the details on the scanners soon began to take a more recognizable shape. The first sight for sore optics was Kupp, he still owed the old mech a round of high grade at some point. Behind him was Topspin, an over active combat specialist dedicated to the art of combat. An unlikely pair considering the Old Timer's propensity for being in escort of high level officers and such, and Topspin being on the fronts. The third mech was one that he recognized but the name escaped him.

Seconds past by before Nova came to a silent stop just this side of party with Devcon playing the role of inbetween. Giving no pause he reverted from what was inessence a high speed gun platform vehicle to his powerful robot mode. Upon his left shoulder rested a massive laser cannon, evidently unpowered at this point. And with in the left hand held tight a powerful high impact laser blaster. His right hand rested comfortably near a small magnetic band where he kept a pair of flash bang grenades.

"And here I thought I'd get to have all the fun for myself Kupp." Nova Strike smirked as the hip casing on the left hip holster opened up. He slid the blaster into the clips and chuckled as the gun disappeared. Looking up at the trio of robots, two known Autobots and one not so recognizable Autobot. "So what brings you three to my peaceful neck of the line?"

Maximus Line - Crash Site

"At least we know the response times for the bunker units is nice and low," Kup said as Nova Strike approached. He pointed one finger in Devcon's direction. "We caught the same sensor blip falling out of the sky, I think. Your team noticed anything out of the ordinary here on the Line?"

He awaited Nova's reply. He did not know the young squad leader well, but was somewhat pleased to see him being proactive and getting out of the Bunker for a bit. The Maximus Line was rather useless, at the end of it all, if the Autobots manning it just sat there waiting for an attack. A patrol here, a sortie there...gotta keep up the illusion of constant movement to keep the 'Cons guessing. Sit still for too long and you're inviting an attack.

Maximus Line: Crash Site

The massive cannon on Nova Strike's shoulder began to slowly break down into a smaller form and retract into his back compartment. The smirk of confidence grew slightly as the young officer looked around towards the Polyhex horizon. "We try to get where ever we can as soon as possible Kupp. 'sides I was looking in this general direction when the signature appeared on our scanners... as old as they are I figured it was best to personally investigate. I don't think we need another case of mistaken signatures as what happened with the Omega fly over."

The soft click of latches secured the weapon in its housing as Nova Strike crossed his arms over his chest. His vision still locked on the twisted wreck of a landscape that was Polyhex. Almost no strategic value to the territory for which he now looked upon, at least on the surface. Who knew what sort of tech remained below in the catacombs... At least Shockwave hadn't been all that interested in playing archeologist in some time.

"No, as far as we've been able to tell the Decepticons are more preoccupied with their little tower." He paused for a moment before continuing. "And of course there is that high probability that they are spending alot of resources and such in securing Tagan from any eventual counter offensive from Iacon."

His smile grew briefly as he pondered to himself. He began to scratch at his chin. "We're pretty much being left to our own devices here sir. Not much can be said that, except that we could do certain things here that other locals can't. Lot of open land out there in that twisted morase just ripe for the plucking... If ya wanted it."

Med Bay

WheelBar absorbed Sub-Zero's words, knowing them to be true. He guess it wasn't all his fault, there were too many other factors involved. But the guilt wouldn't go away. Maybe that was part of being in a war...

WheelBar couldn't help but let out a laugh when his friend mentioned his sword. "Don't worry, you didn't miss anything..." He said as he remembered the battle in a sarcastic manner. He didn't know why, but just being around another 'bot seemed to cheer him up.

He tried to remember as Sub-Zero mentioned Forte, names were still hard for him, being that there were so many. Then, following his comrade to the armor storage, he heard Zero's question about the armor.

"Oh, no no," WheelBar grinned as he grabbed the armor from the bot's hand, "Silver and Black are just to good for this plating. You see, the color you need here is a nice, bright shade of pink!" He laughed.