Clemency – Decepticon Worldsweeper Remains“I say we get the slag out of here, ‘Clash, and never look back."Thunderclash’s smile widened at the femme’s reply. He listened and nodded as she excused herself to go help the wounded onto the makeshift gurneys. Road Rage’s worried smile was an echo of Thunderclash’s own inner concern for his men, but he had the utmost confidence that they would find some way out of this mess. His men needed the truth, but also reassurance. Thunderclash made sure that his confidence translated into his countenance and general demeanor.
The regional commander stepped out of the medical bay and into the hallway beyond and glanced down the corridor that would lead them to the outside. Toward freedom or capture or possible death. Thunderclash clenched a fist as he stared down the corridor resolutely. It was only when he had someone approaching did he turn to look back into the medical bay. Road Rage greeted his optics.
“I’m all set here, Thunderclash. Ready to go when you are."“Roger that,
Road Rage,” Thunderclash said to the femme before turning his optics to the rest of the crew. “Autobots, let’s move out!” Transforming into his combat carrier alternate mode, Thunderclash rolled down the corridor, clearing some debris from his path and rolling up to the hole in the side of the Worldsweeper that they had entered through.
Transforming back into robot mode, Thunderclash moved over to where he had left his trailer and opened the back laying the ramp onto the floor. Turning he moved over to the following Autobots and guided the injured into the trailer as swiftly as possible. With the decision made to move out, Thunderclash wanted to get his men to help as soon as physically possible.
As he carried one of the gurneys into the trailer and secured it with the others, the Autobot resting atop of it reached out weakly. Thunderclash blinked at the outreached hand, but swiftly took it with both hands and offered the injured Autobot a warm smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you back into a CR chamber just as soon as I can, chap.”
The Autobot seemed to relax at Thunderclash’s words and released the regional commander. Thunderclash nodded with the same warm smile and moved away to finish loading up the rest. Once they were all safely stowed within the armored walls of the trailer, Thunderclash transformed once more and backed into the locking mechanism, connecting his alternate mode and the trailer.
This was it then. Off into an uncertain future. Leading the way outside, Thunderclash pulled out of the worldsweeper and rolled out into the open. He kept close to the wreckage of fallen Decepticon ships, keeping his sensors locked onto the skies above.
>>”Road Rage, I need your optics in the sky, but try to stay low. Find a defensible location where we can signal the other Autobots to come pick us up. Bumper, stay close. Once Road Rage finds a locale, I’ll need you to signal the Autobots immediately. The longer we stay out in the open, the easier it is for Skyquake to find us.”<<-
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Kol System – The Avante GardeAs the others exited the bridge to go suit up for combat, Chromia swiveled around in her seat and began manually piloting the ship closer to the source of the signal. She made sure that the ghost shields were engaged – did not want to garner any unwanted attention if there were Decepticons after all. She glanced at Flareup out of the corner of her optic and noted that the femme was still playing around with her latest bomb. Time to set her ward to work.
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Flareup, you go gear up too,” Chromia said as her optics flicked back to the view in front of her. “Who knows what we’re gonna run into. Oh, and grab me my gear too while you’re there.”
The executive officer always felt a bit uncomfortable when Flareup was tinkering with one of her bombs. The younger femme’s giggling and gasps and otherwise foreign-to-Chromia exclamations didn’t help to soothe Chromia’s frayed nerves either. How Firestar managed so well, the blue femme would never know.
As the planet of the signal’s original entered into view, Chromia rubbed her chin curiously. Clemency. The site of many a battle. The war had seen its fair share of this place. Electromagnetic storms weren’t uncommon here either, and they tended to mess with communications and some sensors.
As the planet became more than just a speck, Chromia noticed something that made her optics go wide as she started out of her chair. “Oh ho ho…Well I’ll be scrapped…If that doesn’t get your energon racing, I don’t know what will.” The
Nemesis hovered in the atmosphere like a malevolent sentinel, keeping its midnight watch over a doomed and forsaken world.
Chromia immediately opened up a communique to Elita-1, knowing that the commander would want to see this.
>>”Elita! We’ve reached Clemency, but...ah, there’s something you’re gonna want to see,”<< Chromia said, her voice almost hushed with both excitement and apprehension.
>>”I’ll give you a hint though. It’s big and purple, and it’s the slaggin’ flagship of the Decepticon Armada.”<<