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Hatemonger smiled as he watched all the Decepticons and drones begin to fill the launch bays. Several drones were getting the Annilator and Firestorm ready for space travel.
"Excellent welcome home." Hatemonger said to Gigatron. "Most of the Decepticons have assembled and are awaiting your arrival. Drones are also in place and have readied two shuttles for our departure." He added as his hands waved over a telepad bringing the docking chute out of the ocean.
[Original RPG] End of the Line: Undertow (Nemesis)
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When Nightracer entered the shuttlebay, it didn't take her long to notice Sunstorm's antics. The Decepticon sniper didn't watch the seeker for long.
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" Show off" Dragstrip said quietly as he glared at Sunstorm. When he heard a laugh behind him, Dragstrip turn to glare back at his gestalt mates. Breakdown was still out of sight, Motormaster looked angry, Deadend looked emotionless and Wildrider was laughing.
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" Show off" Dragstrip said quietly as he glared at Sunstorm. When he heard a laugh behind him, Dragstrip turn to glare back at his gestalt mates. Breakdown was still out of sight, Motormaster looked angry, Deadend looked emotionless and Wildrider was laughing.
" It doesn't matter if you win or lose,
it's how much damage you cause to
the other party."
it's how much damage you cause to
the other party."
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Sunstorm grew tired of hovering and floated down to the ground, walking to the edge of the room and leaning against the wall near Flattop and Roughstuff, "I don't see why it's taken us this long to start getting ready to take back Cybertron really, I mean it's our home, and we just let the Quints have it for too long now." he said, arcing lightning from hand to hand.
(OOC: He's back!)
Hangar Bay
The constant din of the warriors' murmuring was amplified to some extent by the natural echo from the enormous chamber's curved metal walls, spinning an acoustic blend of anxious growls and pensive chit-chat.
The Reflector triplet waited quietly among the ranking officers in the front row, glancing about regularly in the hope of catching one of their peers partaking in some uncouth conduct.
Hammer was not far away, glibly consuming occupancy among his
traditionally-sized monolithic peers. The other Constructors had lined themselves as ordered among the Micromasters. Stonecruncher, who was providing a notable percentage of the room's ambient noise with his guffaws and off-color jokes, shot Flattop and Roughstuff a wave when they entered.
At the podium, the leader took a moment to pan over his amassed army with a satisfied grin.
This, he pondered, from the ashes you found on Charr those five years ago. But truly, was there ever any doubt?
Gigatron raised his hands slowly and confidently before him, and in a moment, the rumble died out. There was no need for amplification - his commanding baritone voice penetrated every corner of the hangar.
"Today," he began, allowing the soldiers to accustom themselves to the reverb, "the Decepticon Empire has scored the first triumph in a campaign to our impending most divine success. The Autobots, scourge as they may be, have seen their folly and have agreed to join us in a temporary ceasefire that we may achieve a mutual goal - the reconquest of our wayward homeworld!"
The applause and cheers were tentative; few liked the idea of working with the Autobots. Gigatron raised his hands again to quiet them.
"Though the thought of working in concord with our enemies boils my fluids as much as it does yours, the sacrifice is worthy in order to drive out the despicable Quintessons from our birthright! To this end, the Autobots' assistance will be crucial. However, we Decepticons have conducted independent preparations as well..."
Gigatron tapped a button on the podium, and an enormous hologram flashed up before him of the Warworld spinning slowly in its glory.
"This is the Decepticon Empire's mightiest ever weapon - the Warworld! With housing space for thousands of warriors, a fuel supply to last a vorn, and the firepower to decimate a small planet, it will be our escort to Cybertron and the harbinger of the Quintessons' demise!"
This time the cheers were thunderous and awed. Simple minds enjoy simple pleasures, and big guns never fail to entertain.
"The time has come!" Gigatron shouted over the noise to quell it. "The time has come to retake Cybertron and show the Quintessons that, this time, they will not survive to regret their arrogance! All Decepticons will proceed immediately to the Warworld. In transit to Cybertron, you will fuel and ready for combat, and your division commanders will brief you on your marching orders. Many of you will not survive the coming war, but to take back the world of our creation, any sacrifice is qualified. To Cybertron!"
Gigatron threw up a fist, and many among the crowd followed suit, echoing his cheer. The commander stepped down from the podium and leaned toward Hatemonger as he passed.
"I proceed to the Warworld. Be sure no stragglers are left and secure the Nemesis."
With that, Gigatron strode again to the docking elevator and disappeared behind its doors.
Hammer rejoined his team hastily and hurried them along to board the Firestorm, while Reflector quickly shuffled up the ramp of the Annihilator.
Soaring into orbit in jet mode, Gigatron smirked inwardly.
So it has begun.
The constant din of the warriors' murmuring was amplified to some extent by the natural echo from the enormous chamber's curved metal walls, spinning an acoustic blend of anxious growls and pensive chit-chat.
The Reflector triplet waited quietly among the ranking officers in the front row, glancing about regularly in the hope of catching one of their peers partaking in some uncouth conduct.
Hammer was not far away, glibly consuming occupancy among his
traditionally-sized monolithic peers. The other Constructors had lined themselves as ordered among the Micromasters. Stonecruncher, who was providing a notable percentage of the room's ambient noise with his guffaws and off-color jokes, shot Flattop and Roughstuff a wave when they entered.
At the podium, the leader took a moment to pan over his amassed army with a satisfied grin.
This, he pondered, from the ashes you found on Charr those five years ago. But truly, was there ever any doubt?
Gigatron raised his hands slowly and confidently before him, and in a moment, the rumble died out. There was no need for amplification - his commanding baritone voice penetrated every corner of the hangar.
"Today," he began, allowing the soldiers to accustom themselves to the reverb, "the Decepticon Empire has scored the first triumph in a campaign to our impending most divine success. The Autobots, scourge as they may be, have seen their folly and have agreed to join us in a temporary ceasefire that we may achieve a mutual goal - the reconquest of our wayward homeworld!"
The applause and cheers were tentative; few liked the idea of working with the Autobots. Gigatron raised his hands again to quiet them.
"Though the thought of working in concord with our enemies boils my fluids as much as it does yours, the sacrifice is worthy in order to drive out the despicable Quintessons from our birthright! To this end, the Autobots' assistance will be crucial. However, we Decepticons have conducted independent preparations as well..."
Gigatron tapped a button on the podium, and an enormous hologram flashed up before him of the Warworld spinning slowly in its glory.
"This is the Decepticon Empire's mightiest ever weapon - the Warworld! With housing space for thousands of warriors, a fuel supply to last a vorn, and the firepower to decimate a small planet, it will be our escort to Cybertron and the harbinger of the Quintessons' demise!"
This time the cheers were thunderous and awed. Simple minds enjoy simple pleasures, and big guns never fail to entertain.
"The time has come!" Gigatron shouted over the noise to quell it. "The time has come to retake Cybertron and show the Quintessons that, this time, they will not survive to regret their arrogance! All Decepticons will proceed immediately to the Warworld. In transit to Cybertron, you will fuel and ready for combat, and your division commanders will brief you on your marching orders. Many of you will not survive the coming war, but to take back the world of our creation, any sacrifice is qualified. To Cybertron!"
Gigatron threw up a fist, and many among the crowd followed suit, echoing his cheer. The commander stepped down from the podium and leaned toward Hatemonger as he passed.
"I proceed to the Warworld. Be sure no stragglers are left and secure the Nemesis."
With that, Gigatron strode again to the docking elevator and disappeared behind its doors.
Hammer rejoined his team hastily and hurried them along to board the Firestorm, while Reflector quickly shuffled up the ramp of the Annihilator.
Soaring into orbit in jet mode, Gigatron smirked inwardly.
So it has begun.
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Hatemonger nodded as Gigatron soared out of view.
He got onto his com-link to Bludgeon.
"I want you to command the flight of the Firestorm gather as many warriors and drones as you can and leave for Cybertron at once. Those that do not go with you I will take on the Annilator once I finish activating the Nemesis secrity protocols" He said as he then got onto his com to Astrotrain who he knew was on the Warworld.
"Astrotrain, Gigatron is on his way to meet you now. We will be leaving for Warworld soon as well." He added looking at the rest of the troops. He figured they would be smart enough to follow the lead of their command and begin to enter one of the two ships as he walked away towards the bridge.
He got onto his com-link to Bludgeon.
"I want you to command the flight of the Firestorm gather as many warriors and drones as you can and leave for Cybertron at once. Those that do not go with you I will take on the Annilator once I finish activating the Nemesis secrity protocols" He said as he then got onto his com to Astrotrain who he knew was on the Warworld.
"Astrotrain, Gigatron is on his way to meet you now. We will be leaving for Warworld soon as well." He added looking at the rest of the troops. He figured they would be smart enough to follow the lead of their command and begin to enter one of the two ships as he walked away towards the bridge.
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Leaving the underwater ship, Sixshot headed for the american coast at top speed.
Leaving the underwater ship, Sixshot headed for the american coast at top speed.
"So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything, I know this, they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, ten? They'll swing back to the belief that they can make people better. And I do not hold to that. So no more runnin'. I aim to misbehave" - Captain Mal Reynolds
Hangar Bay
Flattop nodded back at Sunstorm comfortably, his power and unsettled mind now a thing of fact.
"I know; the fact our base is underwater is a question of mine; like we're hiding or somthing... of course, that can all change once Cybertron belongs to the decepticons again."
Roughstuff meanwhile was waving back at Hammer; always glado be among other Micro's he wanted the engineer to have alook at his transport before theyboarded their respective shuttles.
"I know; the fact our base is underwater is a question of mine; like we're hiding or somthing... of course, that can all change once Cybertron belongs to the decepticons again."
Roughstuff meanwhile was waving back at Hammer; always glado be among other Micro's he wanted the engineer to have alook at his transport before theyboarded their respective shuttles.
Hangar Bay
Hammer noticed Roughstuff's wave on his way up the Firestorm's ramp and nodded before turning to Knockout.
"I'll catch up with you. Get ready for launch."
While the others continued aboard, Hammer shouldered his way through the noisy crowd boarding the shuttles (with some difficulty, given his size) to come up alongside Roughstuff's transport.
"Hey, Micro," he nodded casually, lacking the business demeanour he delivered to his larger compatriots. "What can I do for you?"
Aboard the Annihilator, Reflector strapped in and awaited takeoff.
Hammer noticed Roughstuff's wave on his way up the Firestorm's ramp and nodded before turning to Knockout.
"I'll catch up with you. Get ready for launch."
While the others continued aboard, Hammer shouldered his way through the noisy crowd boarding the shuttles (with some difficulty, given his size) to come up alongside Roughstuff's transport.
"Hey, Micro," he nodded casually, lacking the business demeanour he delivered to his larger compatriots. "What can I do for you?"
Aboard the Annihilator, Reflector strapped in and awaited takeoff.
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Hangar Bay
Pounce padded up the Firestorm's boarding ramp.
He glanced at the micromasters.
"ahh thay even packed in flight snacks how thoughtful."
Wingspan hurried aboard the Anihilator supervising a pair of drones towing cargo skiff's
"we're late, hurry , hurry but be careful those data pads are priceless, so much information , so little space. I think i've got the essentials. Works on Cybertron's chemistry, geography, topology, medicine, politics, history, oceonography, sociology, old war diaries, intelligence digests, works on strategy, tactics, philosophy. Works and studies on Quintessons. Just a few odds and sods, i could pull together. Should i have packed more on the languages of the sewer mutants oh my what if i've left something
important behind. I need to ensure a long range data sharing link with the Nemesis."
Pounce padded up the Firestorm's boarding ramp.
He glanced at the micromasters.
"ahh thay even packed in flight snacks how thoughtful."
Wingspan hurried aboard the Anihilator supervising a pair of drones towing cargo skiff's
"we're late, hurry , hurry but be careful those data pads are priceless, so much information , so little space. I think i've got the essentials. Works on Cybertron's chemistry, geography, topology, medicine, politics, history, oceonography, sociology, old war diaries, intelligence digests, works on strategy, tactics, philosophy. Works and studies on Quintessons. Just a few odds and sods, i could pull together. Should i have packed more on the languages of the sewer mutants oh my what if i've left something
important behind. I need to ensure a long range data sharing link with the Nemesis."
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Soundwave had deliberately stood at the back of the hangar bay, lost amidst the sea of Decepticon faces which had gazed upon their Leader.
The loss of Slugfest troubled him. Firstly, Gigatron would demand a head count and Slugfest's absence would be both noted and counted as a black mark against his name. Soundwave could not afford any slip-ups on his return to Gigatron's favour.
His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a black birdlike shape, which was falling from the roof at speed towards him. Soundwave thrust out his right arm and Lazerbeak landed smoothly atop it. Soundwave briefly mindlinked with the Condor to assimilate any information he had collected in the previous hours...as it turned out, not much of value...
Soundwave considered briefly his options regarding Slugfest. He did not want to raise awareness to the fact that the dinosaur was missing. However, nor, did he want to abandon the cassetticon, to what could be deactivation.
Lazerbeak transformed and returned to the master's chest unit.
Soundwave made his way towards to departing shuttle.
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Slugfest was floating.
He stirred.
There was a gap of about 3 inches between the water level and the roof of the tunnel.
His body was racked with pain. Systems were running at reduced power and his leg was busted.
He had to get out.
He splashed around helplessly for a few seconds before getting a grip on himself.
Think.
Way out...?
Think.
He looked up.
Inspection hatch.
He reached up with his claws and grabbed at the grill above his head and pulled at the bars. They budged...slightly. There WAS a way out.
He had to get out!
He frantically began pulling at the bars...pulling...pushing...he bashed his head into the grille, bending the metal...it was twisting under the pressure.
"RARARARRRRRR!!!!" He shouted loudly as his body cried in pain.
With a last strong effort, he buried his muzzle deep into the grille and tore it clean from it's hinges, leaving one side dangling down.
Slugfest pulled his energon-draining body out of the water and climbed into the shaft.
It was dry in there.
"Slugfest must get out!" He whispered to himself. "OUT!!!"
He stared down. That water was still rising.
He activated his internal distress beacon. Intended for Soundwave, he hoped it would yield some sort of help from his master.
He started to drag himself towards what seemed like the right way out...
he hoped...
The loss of Slugfest troubled him. Firstly, Gigatron would demand a head count and Slugfest's absence would be both noted and counted as a black mark against his name. Soundwave could not afford any slip-ups on his return to Gigatron's favour.
His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a black birdlike shape, which was falling from the roof at speed towards him. Soundwave thrust out his right arm and Lazerbeak landed smoothly atop it. Soundwave briefly mindlinked with the Condor to assimilate any information he had collected in the previous hours...as it turned out, not much of value...
Soundwave considered briefly his options regarding Slugfest. He did not want to raise awareness to the fact that the dinosaur was missing. However, nor, did he want to abandon the cassetticon, to what could be deactivation.
Lazerbeak transformed and returned to the master's chest unit.
Soundwave made his way towards to departing shuttle.
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Slugfest was floating.
He stirred.
There was a gap of about 3 inches between the water level and the roof of the tunnel.
His body was racked with pain. Systems were running at reduced power and his leg was busted.
He had to get out.
He splashed around helplessly for a few seconds before getting a grip on himself.
Think.
Way out...?
Think.
He looked up.
Inspection hatch.
He reached up with his claws and grabbed at the grill above his head and pulled at the bars. They budged...slightly. There WAS a way out.
He had to get out!
He frantically began pulling at the bars...pulling...pushing...he bashed his head into the grille, bending the metal...it was twisting under the pressure.
"RARARARRRRRR!!!!" He shouted loudly as his body cried in pain.
With a last strong effort, he buried his muzzle deep into the grille and tore it clean from it's hinges, leaving one side dangling down.
Slugfest pulled his energon-draining body out of the water and climbed into the shaft.
It was dry in there.
"Slugfest must get out!" He whispered to himself. "OUT!!!"
He stared down. That water was still rising.
He activated his internal distress beacon. Intended for Soundwave, he hoped it would yield some sort of help from his master.
He started to drag himself towards what seemed like the right way out...
he hoped...
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Hangar Bay
Sunstorm nodded at Hammer as he walked over, before turning back to Flattop, "It's about time to be loading on the shuttle, we should hurry if we don't want stuck near the crazies." he said, not noticing the irony.
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Soundwave's finely adjusted sensors detected the distress call immediately. Slugfest was online, but barely.
He launched Lazerbeak and quickly transmitted instructions to the metal condor.
"Lazerbeak. Slugfest must be retrived ASAP. Corridor Gamma 3 Zee. Ventilation shafting. Hurry."
Lazerbeak rose high into the room and made all speed to the nearest ducting entrance.
He launched Lazerbeak and quickly transmitted instructions to the metal condor.
"Lazerbeak. Slugfest must be retrived ASAP. Corridor Gamma 3 Zee. Ventilation shafting. Hurry."
Lazerbeak rose high into the room and made all speed to the nearest ducting entrance.
Hangar Bay
With Gigatron's departure, Hun-grrr led the Terrorcons aboard the Firestorm. He noticed that Blot was lugging around an insensate Cutthroat, but couldn't be bothered to find out why that was.
Octopunch cast one last, almost wistful look around the ship. He'd enjoyed living in an underwater base more than he cared to admit, and returning to the empty void of space held little allure to him.
Once he finally strode up the ramp, he was unsurprised to see that Bugly was already there, sitting nonchalantly in one of the ship's control chairs.
With Gigatron's departure, Hun-grrr led the Terrorcons aboard the Firestorm. He noticed that Blot was lugging around an insensate Cutthroat, but couldn't be bothered to find out why that was.
Octopunch cast one last, almost wistful look around the ship. He'd enjoyed living in an underwater base more than he cared to admit, and returning to the empty void of space held little allure to him.
Once he finally strode up the ramp, he was unsurprised to see that Bugly was already there, sitting nonchalantly in one of the ship's control chairs.
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"Impressive" said Shockwave to Cryotek. "As ever, Gigatron has managed to unite our warriors against a common enemy. It will be interesting to see how we fare under his battlefield leadership. But there is enough time for that."
"Shall we make our way to the Warworld?" he asked his companion.
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Overlord cheered as loud as anyone as Gigatron spoke. He looked with as much awe as anyone when the holo of the Warworld was shown.
All he could think of, however, was this:
Die Quints. Die.
He made his way to a shuttle, and made himself comfortable.
"Shall we make our way to the Warworld?" he asked his companion.
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Overlord cheered as loud as anyone as Gigatron spoke. He looked with as much awe as anyone when the holo of the Warworld was shown.
All he could think of, however, was this:
Die Quints. Die.
He made his way to a shuttle, and made himself comfortable.
Hangar Bay
"Good call!" replied Flattop. He left Sunstorm to load up his Fighter Jet / Aircraft carrier into the nearest Shuttle. He called back as he left:
"Hope I get the naval assault! Yeah!"
Roughstuff extended his hand to Hammer.
"Always glad to meet another Micro; I just wondered whether an engineer like yourself was in need of anything before we get to the war. Any equipment you might need, any stock?"
"Hope I get the naval assault! Yeah!"
Roughstuff extended his hand to Hammer.
"Always glad to meet another Micro; I just wondered whether an engineer like yourself was in need of anything before we get to the war. Any equipment you might need, any stock?"
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During Gigatron's speech, the Stunticons mostly keep their disgust form showing outward. When it was over, they quickly made their way aboard the Firestorm.
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Nightracer followed behind the Stunticons until she boarded the Firestorm. Then she quickly found a seat and sat down.
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Nightracer followed behind the Stunticons until she boarded the Firestorm. Then she quickly found a seat and sat down.
" It doesn't matter if you win or lose,
it's how much damage you cause to
the other party."
it's how much damage you cause to
the other party."
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Cryotek nodded we shall as he headed towards the Annilator.
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Razorclaw looked at the other five Predacons he could see Rampage was trying to not jump out of his seat. The other Predacons certainly looked happy about being able to soon slag quints.
"Ok everyone to the Annilator." He said as the five Predacons formed a line and entered the shuttle.
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In the control room Hatemonger was running his hands over keypads as the weapons that Octopunch placed on the Nemesis came to life. He saw the slight damage on one of the floors and had some emergancy systems activate and push the water back out of the Nemesis as an armour plate moved over the whole in the hull.
He continued to lockdown the Decepticon base until he saw the ship should be fine alone for time the Decepticons would be reclaiming their homeworld.
He double checked to make sure everyone was in check and once he was satisfied he returned to the shuttlebay and entered the Annilator taking a seat at the helm he awaited everyone to board before lifting off.
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Razorclaw looked at the other five Predacons he could see Rampage was trying to not jump out of his seat. The other Predacons certainly looked happy about being able to soon slag quints.
"Ok everyone to the Annilator." He said as the five Predacons formed a line and entered the shuttle.
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In the control room Hatemonger was running his hands over keypads as the weapons that Octopunch placed on the Nemesis came to life. He saw the slight damage on one of the floors and had some emergancy systems activate and push the water back out of the Nemesis as an armour plate moved over the whole in the hull.
He continued to lockdown the Decepticon base until he saw the ship should be fine alone for time the Decepticons would be reclaiming their homeworld.
He double checked to make sure everyone was in check and once he was satisfied he returned to the shuttlebay and entered the Annilator taking a seat at the helm he awaited everyone to board before lifting off.
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Nemesis Shuttle Bay:
Bludgeon: -underneath the commando shuttle Blade, disconnecting the last of the connections, pulls out an odd looking device, then another, not bothing to look as a pair of booted feet walk along the side of the shuttle- "Do you have the panels?"
Stranglehold: -voice echoing down- "Yeah."
Bludgeon: -pulls himself out, holding the cloaking device components, stands- "Excellent." -heads over to the Firestorm, crawls underneath- "Get those panels installed. I will install the components." -opens a hatch, starts connecting the cloaking device components-
Stranglehold and Fangry: -board the Firestorm, Stranglehold locking the panels onto the main console while Fangry finds a seat-
Bludgeon: -closes the panels, crawls out, stands, boards the shuttle, slipping into the pilot's chair as the hatch closes and bringing the engines online
Bludgeon: -underneath the commando shuttle Blade, disconnecting the last of the connections, pulls out an odd looking device, then another, not bothing to look as a pair of booted feet walk along the side of the shuttle- "Do you have the panels?"
Stranglehold: -voice echoing down- "Yeah."
Bludgeon: -pulls himself out, holding the cloaking device components, stands- "Excellent." -heads over to the Firestorm, crawls underneath- "Get those panels installed. I will install the components." -opens a hatch, starts connecting the cloaking device components-
Stranglehold and Fangry: -board the Firestorm, Stranglehold locking the panels onto the main console while Fangry finds a seat-
Bludgeon: -closes the panels, crawls out, stands, boards the shuttle, slipping into the pilot's chair as the hatch closes and bringing the engines online