by Smokescreen85 » Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:06 pm
- Motto: ""A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.""
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Conference Room
Prowl listened to everything Ratchet had to say. The medic’s emotions over the entire situation were readily apparent as he spoke. The military strategist understood where he was coming from, but was rather shocked by the suggestion that they should all simply leave Earth to the Decepticons. Ratchet was correct about one thing. It did go against everything Prime believed in. However, it was not the personal beliefs of Optimus that caused the black and white mech to disagree with the CMO. Instead, it was the overall importance of this small blue world that concerned him more.
“I understand your position, Ratchet,” Prowl responded, keeping his tone calm yet firm. “And, you’re right. We don’t really know for sure where the ‘Cons are right now. However, what we do know is that the Guardian’s sensors picked up numerous bounce signatures from all around the volcano at the time of the base’s detonation, both from our group and from the Decepticons, as well. One thing is certain, all of the bounces were headed in one direction,” Prowl paused a moment and pointed towards the ceiling. “Up. Therefore, there is an 80 to 90 percent probability that the ‘Cons bounced to the Ultrax or another capable ship in orbit. Now, where they went from there is uncertain. But, if I’m not mistaken, our most recent intelligence shows that they only had one Earth-bound base of operations. That means it would take time for them to find a suitable location and then construct a new one. Therefore, it is logical to conclude that they are still onboard the Ultrax, given the short amount of time that has passed since the loss of their volcanic headquarters.”
Prowl kept his optics fixated on Ratchet as he paused once more. It was clear that the CMO didn’t like what he was saying and knew where this was all going. “Furthermore, if Megatron is gone then he sent no message. However, it’s quite possible that another ‘Con such as Soundwave has already radioed for assistance. That is why I will contact Kup on Cybertron and recall him and his team back here to Earth to serve as reinforcements and also to help determine who will ultimately lead the Autobots as a whole. If necessary, I will call on other ‘Bots from around the galaxy to reinforce our position here. Make no mistake, we will be prepared for whatever the enemy has in store for us.
“As for leaving Earth entirely, that is simply out of the question, Ratchet. While it may appear to be a mere backwater world, it has become quite important recently in the overall war effort. For some reason, Megatron felt that his presence was required here to oversee things, himself. The leader of the Decepticon Empire would not simply drop whatever he was doing to take charge personally of an insignificant planet. No, there’s something else going on here and we need to stay and figure out what exactly it is. If we were to just pick up and abandon this planet, it would give the ‘Cons free reign to plunder this world and destroy its people. If there is some kind of special energy here, it would also give the enemy the advantage and we cannot allow that to happen. I’m sorry, Ratchet, but we’re here to stay for the time being.”
Prowl walked around the table and placed a gentle hand on the CMO’s shoulder. “I know you miss Optimus. We all do. Don’t let his loss deter you from what you know deep down is right.” The analyst smiled before removing his hand and returning to where he stood before. Prowl then regarded every mech in the room.
“If there are no further objections or concerns, we should move forward with the tasks at hand. Ironhide, pick your repair team and let me know when you are ready to bounce down to the Ark. Hot Spot, begin your search for the Ultrax. I suggest using the enemy's own bounce signatures and trace them back to their source. The ship could still be in the vicinity. Ratchet, I need you to go down to the medical bay and take charge. Make sure Perceptor is adequately repaired. I need the readings he collected from the surface if I’m to determine what exactly the ‘Cons were working on down there. Meanwhile, I will send an encrypted transmission to Kup on Cybertron. With any luck, he and his squad will arrive back here by the end of the next deca-cycle.”
Prowl looked around the room again, making optical contact with each mech present. “The coming cycles will be difficult, but we must persevere if we are to maintain our current standing in the war. We all have a job to do. Therefore, I suggest we get to it.”
Bridge
Hardhead entered the bridge, allowing the doors to slide shut behind him. He expected to see a flurry of activity, but instead he was met with an empty room. Where is everyone? The green mech thought as his optics then settled on the closed doors to the conference room. So, that’s where they are! Figures they’d all be sitting around a table chatting instead of giving me the help that I need to locate Prime.
At first, Hardhead considered barging in there, demanding to know why he wasn’t given more time to search for Optimus. What exactly was the point of going down there if he wasn’t going to be given a real chance to locate their leader’s remains? It was as if the only real reason he was allowed to go back down was so that Perceptor had back-up in case anything happened, which of course something did happen. Finding Prime was clearly a secondary concern to the likes of Prowl, whose over developed logic center focused more on military tactics than on ethical ones.
Keeping his anger in check, Hardhead decided to take a seat that was situated directly across from the closed doors of the conference room. There he would wait until Prowl and the others finished with their meeting. Then the war veteran would have a little talk with the Autobots' resident prick.
Rec Room
“You can do what you want with it, Jazz,” Smokescreen responded in disgust at the sight of the severed optic. “Just get it away from me.” The diversion expert then sat back in his chair, arms folded across his chest plate. “You know, I think I will need a drink, too.”
The red and blue racer got up from his seat and headed for the energon dispenser across the room. Smokey grabbed a glass container from the counter top and quickly filled it to the rim with the substitute that passed for energon. He’d rather have the real thing, of course, but this would have to do for the time being. Hopefully, it would be sufficient to help keep his mind off of everything that was happening at the moment. Between the loss of Prime and the psychotic Hex, it was enough to drive any mech into stasis.
As Smokescreen walked back towards the table, he noticed that Warpath had joined their group and was toasting the memory of Optimus. Smokey couldn’t help but crack a smile and raise his glass, as well. However, the toast was cut short when the tank-bot noticed the loose optic lying on the table. “It’s not one of ours, Warpath. Hex left it there to tick me off,” the diversion specialist replied as he sat back down. “He probably got it from Drag Strip while he was ripping him apart. Pretty twisted if you ask me.”
Smokescreen shook his head as he looked across the table at Bumblebee, who had yet to react to Hex's little 'gift'. The disgusting display aside, there was still a toast to finish, and Smokey wasn’t going to let a sick little punk ruin that for any of them. So, the diversion expert raised his glass up in front of him with the intention of completing what the tank-bot had started. “To Optimus, the greatest Autobot leader to ever live.”