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Scoop

Scoop stood behind Brawn as he and Wideload began their arm wrestling contest. In Scoop's mind this seemed like an even enough contest between the two. That is if Wideload could keep his cool during it. He noted in many occasions that the Throttlebot lost it he seemed to go into some kind of dissarray. Either way however this seemed like a good match. Just before the others began the contest Scoop smiled and said "I have 5 energon bars on Brawn to win this" He smiled hoping the others would up the anty during the contest.

Repugnus

Repugnus was sitting with his back to the action. He just took a couple sips of his drink and then said "Wideload should win this. The old bot is going to need a nap during this contest." Repugnus just chuckled. In truth he did not care who won this contst. As long as someone lost some pride. With both of these bots one would.

Autobase Prime – Command Center

Moving into the command center. Hot Rod transformed into his robot form. Contorting metal and joints took on the right proportions as the young mech turned to face Arcee. A smile made its way to Hot Rod’s face as the femme mentioned her not being in a rush. Without another thought Hot Rod answered Arcee without using his comm. link.

“Hey, I never said anything about you rushing over here. Besides, if you were rushing that would mean you were late.”

Turning her head toward the audible interruption that Hot Rod created, Elita moved toward Arcee. From behind the shorter femme Elita – 1 placed a hand on Arcee’s shoulder.

“Arcee. You are late for your assignment.”

Looking toward Hot Rod, Elita nodded and spoke.

“You know Hot Rod, if you are not busy you could help monitor sectors 2, 4 and 5.”

Placing a hand on the back of his cranial unit the young mech responded to the femme commander.

“Ummm, yeah, sure. I mean, yes ma’am, I can certainly work with Arcee on that.”

Nodding once more at Arcee, Elita moved toward Optimus Prime and Jazz.

“So….shall we?”

Hot Rod gestured to two terminals to his left and smiled at Arcee.

“Arcee. You are late for your assignment.”

Arcee contained her sigh as Elita 1 placed a knowing hand on her shoulder. She had been busted, thanks in no small part to Hot Rod, but she refused to look anything less than professional.

The Femme Commander in question was, in many ways, the younger Fembots idol, someone whose achievements she sought to emulate. The thought that she had generated disappointment due to her tardiness was not a pleasant one. As such she wouldn’t be caught slouching and feeling sorry for herself, instead she stood up straighter and lifted her chin.

“Sorry Ma’am…it won’t happen again”.

Almost from the moment Elita 1 turned away, returning her attention to no doubt more important matters, Arcee turned to Hot Rod and shot the other young Bot a searing glare. It didn’t last long however, no matter how much she wanted it too, not when faced with his own “oh so innocent” smile, her venom soon melting into a sigh.

Yes, Hot Rod could be infuriating at times, but she could hardly blame him for her own tardiness, it was only herself at fault for that. Still, she was pretty certain his attention drawing entrance had been planned, so she wasn’t entirely happy with him.

Taking her own seat she tried to be as absently unaware that the other young Bot was sat next to her as possible.

Which, to be honest, wasn’t very.

“So…do you think you can concentrate on something for longer than five minutes?”

Autobase Prime: Corridors

Blurr shook his head in total seriousness in reply to Jedishen’s comment.

“I-don’t-think-you-are-that-bad,-perhaps-Repugnus-simply-woke-up-on-the
-wrong-side-of-a-recharge-berth-today?-Yes,-the-sooner-we-get-up-there-
the-sooner-we-will-have-something-to-do.-Maybe-if-we-are-lucky-we-can-
all-be-put-on-an-assignment-together.”

Finishing his surprisingly short speech, Blurr also turned and waited for Stormfire to take the lead.

Autobase Prime--Medical Bay

There, Ratchet thought as he closed out the last file in this particular group. Functional and operation specifications regarding all of the typically non-combat oriented Autobots had been reviewed and updated according to Ratchet's own specifications.

Technology was such a rapidly evolving medium. It was typically the frontline Autobots that received the most cutting edge, or experimental treatment on the field or back at one of the bases. As such, the familiarity with their systems was almost an afterthought to a majority of the medical staff. But now if someone like Beachcomber happened to get caught up in a Decepticon trap, he would face a lack of quality care and repair simply because he was not a frontline soldier.

Satisfied, Ratchet stretched out his shoulder joints and got up from his workstation. There were no emergency medical calls coming in. Now was as good a time as any to get in some good rest and refueling down at the Energon Bar.

Bar

Wideload started off slowly, basically testing Brawn's strength out and ratcheting up the amount of force he put into his arm. Brawn's name was apparently well earned, Wideload could easily beat most Transformers in an arm wrestling match (not that Wideload cared) but Brawn's arm was almost as immoveable as a building.

"Hey Panzer!" said Freeway noticing the newcomer to the bar, "Fancy a bet on the outcome of thish titanic shtruggle between these two dwarf titansh?"

"Thanks for your energon, Scoop!" said Rollbar, "Hope you don't mind losing it," he grinned happily confident in Wideload's abilities.

Autobase Prime - Command Center

"Hmm, I can't say the idea of having Roadblock as our guest appeals to me," Optimus Prime told Jazz. "No one wants to clean all that fouled transmission fluid off the walls and floors."

The Autobot supreme commander considered what the saboteur had said. A mission deep into the Decepticon homeland was without question dangerous, but if anyone could handle that sort of thing, it was Jazz and Mirage. Their teamwork - or lack thereof - worries me, though. Jazz is certainly willing, but Mirage treats most other Autobots like they've got contagious rust rot, Jazz included, at times. He nodded to Hound as the Autobot scout entered the Command Center. Perhaps another perspective is needed. His optics moved to Elita-1, who had just finished setting Hot Rod and Arcee to work.

"Well, Elita, what do you think? What's the best way to separate a Decepticon from his new technology?"

Energon Bar

"Haha! sure I'd like takin' your energon! So what we bettin' on?"

Panzer patted the backs of his fellow bots. There was nothing like spending time in a pub with friends. He hailed over a serving drone and ordered a canister of recharging fluid.

Looks like I'll be spending some time here!

Autobase Prime – Command Center

Her posture never faulted when Optimus Prime questioned her about the current situation that involved some new technology the Cons had. In all honesty the femme commander was already processing the data she had overheard when Prime had acknowledged her. With a stoic stare, Elita 1 offered her analysis.

“You are right Optimus, Roadblock would most assuredly not take kindly to being our temporary guest, he may, however, be our only chance at retrieving this new Decepticon technology. We may have to make an attempt at kidnapping the warrior in order to attain our goal.”

With her observation complete, she waited for Prime’s input.

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Reclining back in his chair, Hot Rod smiled broadly at Arcee’s final comment. He did have a knack for not finishing anything or paying close attention to current activities, but, truth be told, he was working on it. Pulling himself closer to his terminal, his smile faded and he began his work.

“Hey, it’s me.”

A few clicks and a couple of pulled switches and the cavalier was online with the satellites.

“Besides, we’re not all perfect.”

With that said Hot Rod grew silent.

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(OOC: I’m dusting off my fanmades who have already been approved some time ago.)

Autobase Prime – Med Bay

Axle moved from one side of the med bay to the other as he made drop-offs and pick –ups along the way. He was not in any kind of hurry, but he did want to finish organizing the medical supplies. After all, an organized medical facility performs better than one in disarray.

The field medic grabbed one of the last trays of supplies and began to make his way to a cabinet on the other side of the Med Bay when he suddenly tripped on something on the floor. An expletive flying, along with the supply tray, Axle was able to catch himself before he followed the tray to the floor.

“SLAG IT ALL!”

From the floor near the foreign object that caused the entire calamity came an absent minded, if not late, warning.

“Careful.”

Placing a hand on his aching cranial unit, Axle began to chide the young mech.

“Hex! I told you NOT to do that in here! If Ratchet catches you it’s my aft that’s in the sling, not yours! Go do that somewhere else, NOW!”

Hex grabbed the arrow shaft on the floor and quickly affixed the final explosive head to it.

“I’m done anyway.”

Getting to his feet with all of his belongings, Hex made his way to the exit.

“I’m gonna go and see what’s up around this place. I’ll catch up with you later.”

That said, Hex swiftly ran out without so much as a ‘sorry.’

“Primus, I have no clue what I’m going to do with him.”

Axle then began to clean up the mess Hex had created.

Arcee wasn’t quite sure what to make of Hot Rod’s final comment, watching the other youthful Autobot out of the corner of her optics as he set about his work, his boyish grin fading from his features. The Fembot had known Hot Rod for a long time, arguably longer than she had known anyone else, and she could honestly count on one hand the number of times he had become…sullen?

If there was one thing the Cavalier had never lacked it was energy, which, combined with his good intentions, had always been a good thing. Unfortunately, combined with his impulsive nature, it had also almost always been a bad thing, a factor that had gotten him, and others, into trouble on more than one occasion. But he was trying; he was getting better…just incredibly slowly.

But, in his spark, Hot Rod always meant well, Arcee knew that, so she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt following his more sombre turn. The Fembot repressed a small sigh; he had a habit of doing that.

Turning her seat slightly, more towards the Cavalier, so her body language wasn’t quite so defensive, she kept her vocals low so not to disturb any others working.

“No-one is…but you do have your moments”.

She wasn’t lying, even Kup, the old veteran who was on the young Bots back more than most, would admit too that. Probably in the middle of a story from ages past, she made a small smile; she’d always liked his stories.

“I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have been snarky with you…”

She didn’t feel the need to finish with the word again. Despite her almost limitless patience with others, Hot Rod had a tendency too bring out her frustrations, she wasn’t quite sure why. Arcee made a mental note to work on that.

“…and Thankyou for not mentioning my…”

Arcee’s tone became a whisper.

“…speeding”.

Autobase Prime - Shooting Range


Beretta just couldn't hold her gun right. She couldn't fully adjust her own visual and zooming systems to the sighter of the pistol. The vectors displayed on the sceen of her visor just wouldn't find a direct line towards the target. Just a spread of possible hit trajectories, but none of them above 43% chance for a successful hit. It didn't really help that her entire arm was termbling. Or more like shaking. She was unable to force the myomer muscles under the plates, to function normally. Some neural stimuli were just running back and forth between her receptors and her cerebral unit, without her conscious supervision.

The femme was entirely disoriented and unfocused.

"Slaggit..." Beretta muttered, her voice tired, frustrated and dissapointed. She lowered the gun before her hand would begin to shake so much that she would drop it on the ground. Her fingers, that had held her gun firm and on target so many times, even when her whole frame was in motion or thrown off by high recoil, now seemed to fail her.

Still, Beretta knew better than to attribute her bodily misfunctions to some sort of physical insufficiency. Though it took a long time, the immense blast and burn wounds on her torso had healed, and she had been fully restored to operational capacity. At least, physically. But it seemed that her spark took far greater injuries.

Her best friend Remington torn apart, almost killed by an enormous Decepticon, in the battle of the Tagan Heights several cycles back. All because she had rushed into the vicious hailstorm without using her cranials, and her friend had come to save her from killing herself. Only to end up almost killed as well. As the moment flashed into her mind, pain accompanied it. Harsh, deep pain. Her alarm systems were all quiet, none of them flashed "DANGER" in different tones of red, there weren't any functionality percentages decreasing, but Beretta still felt the hurt. She felt it so much that she shuddered, as if someone thrusted ice cold steel-cybertonium alloy blades through her spinal column.

She shook her head to chase the haunting thoughts away. She couldn't make them disappear fully, but she at least wanted to try and focus on what she was going. After a long, tired sigh, Beretta slid her gun back into her waist holster. There was no point in forcing what she couldn't do right now.

A small bleep from her timer mechanism then reached her central processor, and she acknowledged that the cycle period the central CR computer estimated for Remington's repairs to be finished, was almost up. Another shudder ran across Beretta's spine.

Time to face the consequences of your own stupidity. The thought raced into her mind as the shudders suddenly made her feel cold. Beretta couldn't, not even by far, judge whether her friend would ever forgive her for what had happened. Or that if she could ever look her in the optics, face to face. But it had to be done. She had to at least tell Remington that she finally realized that she had been wrong all this time.

Too bad it took you that much. Beretta remarked to herself sarcastically.

Turning around and steeling her concentration, the femme made her way out of the training facilities and headed towards the medical bay.


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Autobase Prime - Medical Bay


The door to the medical facilities slid open with a silent hiss and allowed entry to the curved form of Beretta. As the doors slid back to a closed position behind her, Beretta was left surrounded by the silence and dim lights of the medbay. Besides the dull thuds of her steps, only some of the machinery made humming noises in the background, some display screens flickered with data on the patients under CR care, one or two drones hovered back and forth, adjusting equipment and monitoring progress of recovery.

The medbay was calm and motionless, with equal lighting in basically all of its segments. It was clean and tidy, the direct opposite of what Beretta had faced out in the field so many times, but failed to recognize until now. As she slowly walked past the CR chambers, she ran her glance across them. Some were empty, others hid faces behind the glass cover. Emotionless faces of shut down Transformers. Wounded healing up from their injuries. They weren't very large in numbers, but to Beretta, it seemed that there were a lot.

Is this what I've dismissed so far? That what I would do just for fun, is so much suffering for others? Beretta thought as she made a slight frown upon looking at wounded after wounded.

Then she was there. Inside one of the chambers, a so familiar face. Beretta could feel her central fuel pump raise pressure and pump faster as she stopped in front of the chamber and set her glance on the face of the female mechanoid behind the cover. Remy...

As she stood there, the recovery process was about to end. The internal pumps were already draining the nano-liquid that helped to maintain the patient's minimal life functions with minimal energy usage, to allow all possible energy resources to be used for the healing procedure itself. In a matter of a split breem, the chamber was perfectly dry and emptied of all the liquid.

The status light on the side of the chamber turned from red to green and the cover panel hissed up longly, releasing pressure, then opened up. After that, just silence. Beretta, after standing there for a few long microseconds, made an uncertain step forward.

Only to shake up and almost jump back as Remington sit up from the chamber.

She seemed to be alright, the immense cracks and burnt scars from her torso had dissapeared, her dismantled limbs also replaced and readjusted. She looked like as if nothing had happened. Beretta stood in awe, with her mouth structure open wide. The image of her friend tortured and beaten up was burnt so deeply into her mind that she was struck motionless, seeing her in a rebuilt condition.

But as she came back to her senses, Beretta realized that Remington's spark probably had suffered a far greater shock than herself.

"Remy..." She said to her friend, but her voice was weak and rusted.

Remington's optics flared up as she stepped out of the CR chamber and stood fully up. It took a short while for all her systems to relaunch. She looked around confused, and only noticed Beretta after she had spoken her name.

"Oh, Retta... where are we...?" She asked with a slight smile. It was clear that she had not yet fully reconstructed what had transpired in the Tagan Heights.

"In Iacon..." Beretta said, worried and a bit surprised. "Remy...are you alright?"

The tone Beretta carried finally seemed to make Remington remember. Her expression changed as all what had happened before she had been knocked unconscious by one of that savage Decepticon's blows came back to her. Her fear, her worry for her best friend, and some of the pain. Strangely, Remington could not recall feeling immense, overflowing pain, but she felt there were thorough modifications in her entire frame. She most likey had been crippled pretty badly. The uncertanity and worry reflected in Beretta's optics only supported the thought that she might had been through much worse than she actually knew.

"I think so..." Remington said, dissmissing all the grey and fearful thoughts and circled her arms. "Why would I not be?" She added with a playful smile.

That was the point when Beretta couldn't hold it any longer. She broke out in tears of optical cleaning fluid, both from relief that her friend was safe and sound, and guilt that that friend had to suffer so much because of her own recklessness. She stepped over to Remington and collapsed onto her shoulder, holding onto her with both her arms.

"Remy... I'm so sorry..." She sobbed, her voice shaking and her knees struggling to hold her standing. "You nearly died... forgive me... please... forgive me..."

Remington froze and stiffened for a moment as Beretta clinged into her. She had never seen her so weakened and down. All she knew of Beretta, was that she was confident, loud-mouthed and brash. Even when she couldn't stand on her own, she was acting all tough and seemingly inderstuctible.

Then, she finally understood. Understood the pain of the lesson Beretta finally had learned. Remington didn't know what had happened after she had lost consciousness in battle, but she understood that it had been a thousand times more terrifying for Beretta, than the pain of those few furious blows she could remember suffering from that Decepticon hulk.

Folding her arms around Beretta, Remington embraced her in a sisterly manner.

"It's alright... we're both fine and functioning. That's what matters." She whispered, and an encouraging smile formed on her face to try and calm her best friend.

Bar

"We're betting on who ish going to win thish titanic clash between Wideload and Brawn," Freeway told Panzer and pointed to the two bots arm wrestling at the table, "Equal shtrength! Equal power! Equally low intelligence! It ish anyonesh game!" said Freeway declaring it loudly so the whole bar could hear.

Energon Bar

"All right, my money's on Brawn. Experience can't be beat!" bellowed Panzer.

Everyone seemed to be loud today in the bar, hooting from audio emitters filled the refueling station. He layed down a few energon chips on the table.

"Count me in!"

Energon Bar

The doors slid open, allowing the Autobots' Chief Medical Officer entry in to the major hub of downtime within the command headquarters. Maccadam's it was not, but it'd certainly do in a pinch.

Ratchet smiled as he saw the other Autobots enjoying some well-earned relaxation, away from the hardships of combat. He knew that such times could be so fleeting. It was good for them to enjoy the opportunity while they had it. As he found his seat at the bar and ordered a drink, he could not help but notice the test of strength that was about to occur.

"What're the odds?" Ratchet asked to anyone who might've been keeping track. Brawn was an old warhorse, so the odds were good that he could take down pretty much anyone. But who knows? There were always younger, slicker models ready to prove themselves against the standard bearers.

Autobase Prime - Command Center

Emergency Transmission from Prowl wrote:Alert, Autobase Prime. This is Nu. We are monitoring a Seeker attack group assaulting the Tygus Span. A response team is being mobilized. Request reinforcements be dispatched with all possible expediency.

Autobase Prime ~ Energon Bar

Brawn was truly shocked at just how strong Wideload proved to be, but he wasn't about let it show. Gripping the Throttlebot's hand tightly he bore down as hard as he could, cervo motors grinding and mashing gears.

"Is that all you have, Junior? Maybe we should have Arcee come down here and arm wrestle you instead? I've had tougher fights with Bumblebee. I can't believe you'd let your friend talk you into this."

All the jeering was designed to make Wideload lose his focus. It was the only way Brawn figured he could break the stalemate, otherwise they'd be there for vorns.

Autobase Prime – Command Center

Once he began monitoring the two sectors Hot Rod became calm. He was a bit irked at Arcee’s tone, but she was right. He does, at times, get himself and others into a lot of trouble. As Arcee leaned in close and whispered, Hot Rod smiled slightly.

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

That said the young cavalier went back to work.

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Autobase Prime – Corridors

Hex moved slowly trough the corridors as he searched aimlessly for something to do orfor something to catch his fancy. The young mech finally made his way to Maccadam’s Old Oil House. The place was in Iacon for quite some time. The service was bad but the energon flowed freely. A broad smile plastered on his countenance, Hex walked into the bar.

Hex scanned the interior of the facility and took careful note of who was there. He noticed some kind of match taking place between Brawn and Wideload. Stepping over to the bar he ordered a drink and made his way over to the fun.

This is gonna be good.

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Autobase Prime – Med Bay

Axle made his way from one side of the med bay to the other without taking notice of the others in the room. Truth be told there wasn’t anyone there anyway, except on the other side of the building where the CR chambers are held. With an arm full of medical supplies Axle walked in on Remington and Beretta. Startled by them being in the room, Axle dropped his burden.

“I’m…I’m sorry ladies. I had no idea anyone was in here.”

Averting his attention to the supplies now on the floor, the field medic began to clean up.

“Is there anything I can help you with while I’m here?”

It was quite embarrassing that he’d have to meet them this way, but at least he would be able to meet them. He had heard much about the Gunslingerbots, and he’d always wanted to make their acquaintance, but he could never tear himself away from the med bay in order to introduce himself.

Autobase Prime: Corridor (Just Outside 'Energon Bar')

Stormrider Made his way through the corridors of Autobase Prime, taking time to gawk at his surroundings. An excitement had overcame Stormrider, and for good reason, it was his first operation as a member of the Autobot forces. The only information he was given was to meet up with Autobots Jazz and Nighthawk, but he had no idea who either of them were.

As he came up on the 'Energon Bar', Stormrider could hear a rucus inside, and decided to eavesdrop on the action. He peeked his head in as the doors slid open. Inside were two Autobots arm wrestling at a table, with another one watching nearby. "Maybe one of these guys can give me some direction in this place." Stormrider thought to himself.

He made his way towards the Bot watching the match (That's be you Hex), an stepped up next to him. Without hesitation, Stormrider looked over to the Autobot and spoke. "S'cuse me, Would you happen to know where I could find an officer named Jazz?"

Autobase Prime - Command Center

Before he could say anything more about Roadblock and the Pretender technology, Optimus Prime was interrupted by an urgent transmission from Nova Cronum. He knew that if Prowl were requesting reinforcements, things were indeed dire. The commander of Autobase Nu did not utilize the emergency channels lightly.

"Roadblock may have to wait a moment," he told Jazz. His blue optics snapped to a large monitor on one wall that listed out the names, locations, and statuses of all the Autobots in Iacon. Working quickly, his tactical processor formulated a roster almost instantaneously.

"Elita-1, take Panzer, Stormrider, Hex, and Scoop in Shuttle Gamma. Ground it near the Iacon end of the Span and make your move from there. I don't want to give the Seekers a chance at downing the shuttle." He looked again at the monitor on which Prowl's emergency transmission was displayed. "With a little luck you'll be able to squeeze them between Iacon's border and Autobase Nu."

I'd like to send more Autobots. Losing the Tygus Span could make things very, very dicey if we were forced to repel a dedicated assault on either Iacon or Nova Cronum. Still, he could only send the small group of Autobots that he had already named. Dispatching more than that would leave Iacon very thinly defended, indeed. He pressed a button on a nearby console, activating the base-wide PA system to notify those needed for the reinforcement mission.

>>"Panzer, Stormrider, Hex, Scoop, scramble immediately to Shuttle Gamma in the Primary Hangar for immediate departure. Move out, Autobots!"<< He turned back to Elita.

"Go with Primus, Elita."

Autobase Prime: Command Centre

Arcee made a little smile before she took a brief look around the Command Centre, ensuring the attentions of others were elsewhere. Satisfied that they were she leaned over too Hot Rod and gave the Cavelier a quick kiss on the cheek. She was sure he would appreciate that more than a simple thankyou, and besides, what harm was there with a little additional contact between friends?

"Thankyou"

The Fembot whispered before turning back to her work, the monitors before her revealing little that would suggest enemy movement. Life went on in Iacon as it always did, although it didn't look quite as grand on the monitor screens as it did from her view of the city earlyier.

Her concentration was broken as a priority alert was broadcasted in from the Maximus Line, the very hotbed of military activity on Cybertron. No sooner had the transmission been sent had Optimus Prime prioritised the signal and dispatched a team to deal with it, the processors and databanks of the Matrix Bearer working with far greater speed and efficientcy than argueibly any other Autobot alive.

As the team was selected and dispatched Arcee couldn't help but feel a pang of, was it...regret? Not long ago she had requested a transfer to the more forward City State of Nova Cronum. It wasn't that she enjoyed the thought of fighting, and she did indeed love Iacon and all it represented, but there were times she felt she could be doing more to help end the war where the war was actuily being fought. Despite her success and the recognition she had won in the Autobot ranks, it would seem the sentiment of those above her was too keep the Fembot stationed at Iacon.

Concealing her disapointment Arcee turned back to the monitor screens, if this was the duty she was to be entrusted with then this is the duty she would fulfill to the best of her abilties. For a moment she relised how frustrated Hot Rod must sometimes feel.

Autobase Prime - Energon Bar

It had finally happened, his time had come. The sounds of his name coming from the PA was probably the most beautiful sound Panzer had ever heard.

"ALRIGHT! See you gentlebots later, I'm about ta go bust me up some Cons!" yelled out the massive Bot.

He picked up his money, transformed, and drove to Gamma Hanger waiting to be deployed. He wasn't the fastest bot around, but he was excited and that made him move like a maniac to the hangar.

It was then that he realized he was underarmed. He only has 3 blasters and an arsenal of missiles and a Battle Axe.

What kind of an idiot only has 3 blasters?!

He would have to make due though a quick run to the armory would waste too much time.

Slaggit I'm so embarassed!

If there was anything more embarassing that leaving your gear-box hanging out it was going anywhere underarmed in Panzer data files.

Autobase Prime-Energon Bar

Stormrider twitched with surprise upon his name voiced over the PA. In a frustrated voice he spoke. "But where in the slag is Gamma hangar?! By the Maker, couldn't there just be street signs around here?!" Stormrider said. Suddenly, he noticed Panzer leaving in a hurry.

Maybe he's one of the bots they paged!

Stormrider thought to himself as he turned to Hex with a grin. "Well uhh..whaddya know? First day here and they're pagin' me already." He said with a smile and a shrug before turning around, running after Panzer, who he only assumed was called to this Gamma Hangar.

Stormrider looked down the hall. He could barely see the mammoth-sized Panzer. He scratched his head sensors. "That...is by far the fastest large vehicle I have ever seen...." Stormrider shrugged as he Transformed and sped off at high speed. It wouldn't take him long to catch up to Panzer, let alone to keep pace.

As Stormrider joyfully skimmed the corridors of Autobase Prime, he noticed a sign that said 'Shuttle Hangar', and a map on the wall nearby. Stormrider stopped for a moment, transforming to look at the map. He followed the map with his finger as he spoke aloud to himself. "Ah! Gamma, here it is!" Stormrider nodded as he imprinted the path on his memory banks. He Transformed and sped off to the hangar.


Autobase Prime-Gamma Shuttle Hangar

He drove into a large hangar, coming to a stop as he faced the shuttle before him, coolant fuming from the engines and exhaust vents. Stormrider transformed, gazing in aww at the Gamma shuttle. "Whoa! Talk about Heavy Metal! This thing is HUGE!" Stormrider exclaimed loudly as he gawked at the ship.

Autobase Prime ~ Command Center

As the call went up for the reinforcements to make their way to the Hangar, Jedishen made his way into the Command Center, Blurr not too far behind, the courier's words still in the Scout's thoughts "I'll take the title 'Not too bad' Better than some of the others I've been handed at any rate"

The Hub of operations seemed to be ever so slightly busier than it usually was, then again, when wasn't it busy? Center of everything, as was the case most of the time, was Prime himself, with the usual amount of supporting characters surrounding him. Jedishen wanted to help out, there had to be a use for he and Blurr somewhere, but he knew it wasn't his place to just barge into the middle of things and request something from the Matrix Bearer, who was he in the bigger scheme of things?

Taking a seat at one of the nearby consoles, Jedishen looked over to Blurr "Looks like something's kicked off somewhere nearby, looks like the 'Cons are getting a bit ambitious again.." The Scout commented as he looked around to see who else was present "..If this keeps up, I should think we'll be needed for something, even if it's just some Scouting out of Tagan to see what the 'Cons have done with Tau"

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Autobase Prime ~ Energon Bar

Finally making it to the bar, Trailbreaker didn't have to look much to find Brawn, naturally in the middle of all the action, arm wrestling with Wideload. It had taken the black 'Bot even longer than usual to make his way down to the festivities, something that didn't help his perception of his lack of mobility "Maybe I need to go and see..." Trailbreaker's thoughts trailed off as he spotted the 'Bot he was thinking of just ahead of him getting involved in proceedings already.

"Should've guessed you'd be present Ratchet, just making sure noone gets hurt right?" Trailbreaker began as he walked up alongside the CMO "..I don't know about you, but Wideload looks like he's toying with Brawn" The Defensive Strategist continued nudging Ratchet in his side, knowing full well Brawn could hear him, and by the tone in his voice, would know he was only teasing his old comrade.

Iacon: Command Center

So much was happening in so little time. Hound could definately tell his small report could take a back seat to more pressing concerns. Luckily he had made a data disc with the report enclosed enroute back, just in case he was needed elsewhere. He placed it on the nearest table so someone could pick it up.

But given what was going on, he couldn't help but feel he should be doing something to aid his cause. "Excuse me, Prime." he said taking a few steps forward. "Would my services be of any help?"

He was sure Prime could fit him in somewhere. But given the situation, downtime was not something he was prepared for.

Energon Bar

Ratchet chuckled at Trailbreaker's comment before his expression became mock-serious once again, appearing to study the ongoing contest the way one might watch a couple of Predacons tussle over a cube of energon.

"Yeah, I hafta be real careful right now. Considering Brawn's age, well, one wrong turn and that whole socket may well come out of place."

He then looked over at Brawn.

"Though, that's nothin' you're not used to, eh?"