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Leaving Omega
Override transformed and started to move.
He opened a com link
"where do you want me Whirl and can I bring Scoop along?"
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Precinct 87 Station House
Call Out screeched into the Station house's driveway .
From the steps a technician raised his hand to the incoming Duo. Sinister stretched and swiveled heading back for his lab and his oil spatter analysis.
~*~
Catacombs
A shadowy figure tapped a console
"the reformating is almost complete bretheren, this time we will not allow any failiures."
[Original RPG] Detente: City Upon a Hill (Iacon)
Iacon Medical and Research
"He's not people," Powerglide told Bostron in reference to Sunstreaker. "He's just a hired goon. He doesn't count." He jerked his head toward the newly-arrived Seaspray. "You, on the other hand, do count. I think you loose, buddy."
"Knowing what you can do is a good thing," he told Topspin, "but I plan to find out exactly what I can do really, really soon."
Powerglide would have grinned at Cosmos if he'd had a face. "And don't you forget it," he said cheerfully. Then, to the group as a whole he said, "Come on, guys. Lets head on up."
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"Sure thing," Whirl told Overdrive. "The more, the merrier. Just head on over to the IMR and we'll see what we can find for you to do."
"He's not people," Powerglide told Bostron in reference to Sunstreaker. "He's just a hired goon. He doesn't count." He jerked his head toward the newly-arrived Seaspray. "You, on the other hand, do count. I think you loose, buddy."
"Knowing what you can do is a good thing," he told Topspin, "but I plan to find out exactly what I can do really, really soon."
Powerglide would have grinned at Cosmos if he'd had a face. "And don't you forget it," he said cheerfully. Then, to the group as a whole he said, "Come on, guys. Lets head on up."
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"Sure thing," Whirl told Overdrive. "The more, the merrier. Just head on over to the IMR and we'll see what we can find for you to do."
Iacon Medical and Research
Topspin glared at Powerglide, but didn't correct his statement. He had seen something redeemable in Sunstreaker, and others would too, with time.
Topspin got into the elevator with everyone and rode up to the floor First Aid's office was on.
Topspin got into the elevator with everyone and rode up to the floor First Aid's office was on.
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Nova Prime Avenue
~Main Production Facility~
(OOC: At this point, I’m going to assume that the civilians have all been escorted out of the area. We need to move on. Sorry
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“Thanks, Highbrow. Just keep us informed,” Hot Spot answered.
He turned his attention to the rest of the Sentinel Team. “Alright. Our job here is done. We’re moving to secure the rest of the factory, then we'll join Prowl and the others in the Administrative Center. Speaking of which-”
Hot Spot opened his com-link. “Prowl? This is Hot Spot. Do you read me?” Hot Spot said, waited, and then spoke again. “Prowl, this is Hot Spot, what’s your status?” Again, still no reply. “Prowl? Crosshairs? Nova Team? What’s going on?”
“Nngh, I don’t like this. Things must be getting intense in there.” Hot Spot re-opened his com-link, this time sending it to the team of officers waiting outside.
“Hey Spots,” a voice answered. “Things gettin’ heated in there? Ya need me to put out a fire or somethin’?”
“Something like that, Inferno,” Hot Spot replied. “At the moment we’re fine, but do you mind giving the folks in the Administrative Center a hand? I have a feeling that theirs are full.”
“No problem, Spots,” Inferno answered. “Sounds like ah party. I’m on mah way!”
~Administrative Center~
As Rampart reached for Prowl’s rifle, the commander’s reflexes got the best of him.
“I told you not to move!” he yelled, pulling the trigger of his rifle.
~Main Production Facility~
(OOC: At this point, I’m going to assume that the civilians have all been escorted out of the area. We need to move on. Sorry
)“Thanks, Highbrow. Just keep us informed,” Hot Spot answered.
He turned his attention to the rest of the Sentinel Team. “Alright. Our job here is done. We’re moving to secure the rest of the factory, then we'll join Prowl and the others in the Administrative Center. Speaking of which-”
Hot Spot opened his com-link. “Prowl? This is Hot Spot. Do you read me?” Hot Spot said, waited, and then spoke again. “Prowl, this is Hot Spot, what’s your status?” Again, still no reply. “Prowl? Crosshairs? Nova Team? What’s going on?”
“Nngh, I don’t like this. Things must be getting intense in there.” Hot Spot re-opened his com-link, this time sending it to the team of officers waiting outside.
“Hey Spots,” a voice answered. “Things gettin’ heated in there? Ya need me to put out a fire or somethin’?”
“Something like that, Inferno,” Hot Spot replied. “At the moment we’re fine, but do you mind giving the folks in the Administrative Center a hand? I have a feeling that theirs are full.”
“No problem, Spots,” Inferno answered. “Sounds like ah party. I’m on mah way!”
~Administrative Center~
As Rampart reached for Prowl’s rifle, the commander’s reflexes got the best of him.
“I told you not to move!” he yelled, pulling the trigger of his rifle.
Iacon Medical and Research
Realizing that the elevator might not accommodate his new form, Powerglide followed Broadside up the stairs.
OK, so maybe there's a downsize to having so much bulk, he admitted to himself.
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Nova Prime Avenue
Prowl's shots hit Rampart in the chest and effectively pinned the former security officer to the ground. This time, he didn't move.
Upon closer inspection, the Autobots would find that several of his vital internal systems had been torn open by the barrage.
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Crosshairs replied to Hot Spot.
"We ran into some pushback," he told the other Autobot. "I think we've taken care of it now, though. Prowl just-"
The ex-Targetmaster's voice stopped shot as the loud report of a heavy firearm came down the hall from the main office. A single shot, muffled as if it had been fired directly into its target.
"What the hell was that?"
Realizing that the elevator might not accommodate his new form, Powerglide followed Broadside up the stairs.
OK, so maybe there's a downsize to having so much bulk, he admitted to himself.
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Nova Prime Avenue
Prowl's shots hit Rampart in the chest and effectively pinned the former security officer to the ground. This time, he didn't move.
Upon closer inspection, the Autobots would find that several of his vital internal systems had been torn open by the barrage.
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Crosshairs replied to Hot Spot.
"We ran into some pushback," he told the other Autobot. "I think we've taken care of it now, though. Prowl just-"
The ex-Targetmaster's voice stopped shot as the loud report of a heavy firearm came down the hall from the main office. A single shot, muffled as if it had been fired directly into its target.
"What the hell was that?"
Iacon Medical and Research
Topspin's elevator came to First Aid's floor, and the bots in it exited. Topspin led the group towards First Aid's office. As he neared the door, it automatically opened for him and the others. "First Aid, Whirl." He said, as a way of greeting. "Hope we didn't keep you waiting too long. As I said before, got a few stragglers coming in behind us."
No Reserves, No Retreats, and No Regrets!!!
Sunstreaker merely sneered at Powerglide and his attempts to goad him into something. "Your lucky day, fly boy." Was all he muttered as he tried to figure out exactly what the mission was since he hadn't been paying all that much attention. "So what exactly are we going to do?" He asked looking around at the rag-tag group assembled.
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Sideswipe grinned as he looked around and then back to Crosshairs.
"Soooo... energon time?" He asked. Brawn hefted the broke necked Breakneck onto his shoulders.
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Sideswipe grinned as he looked around and then back to Crosshairs.
"Soooo... energon time?" He asked. Brawn hefted the broke necked Breakneck onto his shoulders.
"You’re still a slave, Angron. Enslaved by your past, blind to the future. Too hateful to learn. Too spiteful to prosper."
Iacon Medical and Research
"Now you know the price of a large body." Broadside laughed as Powerglide joined him. "But the perks are quite good..."
Broadside got onto the top floor and said to Whirl in a friendly tone, "Hey, one-eye! What's up?"
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Cosmos replied to Bostron, "Flying's nice... but lonely. You know I get assigned to the space all the time. Even before Sky Lynx it was very lonely, so with Broadside, well... not so much. No, he ain't overpowering me. We're quite a cute little team. Anything to big for me to do, Broadside will do it. Anything too delicate for Broadside to do, I take care of it."
"Now you know the price of a large body." Broadside laughed as Powerglide joined him. "But the perks are quite good..."
Broadside got onto the top floor and said to Whirl in a friendly tone, "Hey, one-eye! What's up?"
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Cosmos replied to Bostron, "Flying's nice... but lonely. You know I get assigned to the space all the time. Even before Sky Lynx it was very lonely, so with Broadside, well... not so much. No, he ain't overpowering me. We're quite a cute little team. Anything to big for me to do, Broadside will do it. Anything too delicate for Broadside to do, I take care of it."
Autobot Security Office
Getaway sat infront of one of the monitors watching what was happening in parts of the city trying to keep his mind occupied. It had been some time since he was given a mission and he was practically getting bored.
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Enroute to Medical and Research Facility
Blurr was heading att top speed to the research facility to see if they needed anything transported. After turning the corner he caught a glimpse of something that peeked his interest and stopped moving. "Huhwhatcouldthatbe?" He said to himself as he moved to get a closer look. After a few seconds he shrugged then was off once more leaving a lingering image of himself looking at what distracted him. After a few more seconds he arrived at his destination. Blurr stopped long enough to knock before entering the room. "Heyguy'swhatsgoingon?Gotanythingthatneedstobetransportedanywhere?" He said as he entered the room already tapping his foot awaiting a response.
Getaway sat infront of one of the monitors watching what was happening in parts of the city trying to keep his mind occupied. It had been some time since he was given a mission and he was practically getting bored.
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Enroute to Medical and Research Facility
Blurr was heading att top speed to the research facility to see if they needed anything transported. After turning the corner he caught a glimpse of something that peeked his interest and stopped moving. "Huhwhatcouldthatbe?" He said to himself as he moved to get a closer look. After a few seconds he shrugged then was off once more leaving a lingering image of himself looking at what distracted him. After a few more seconds he arrived at his destination. Blurr stopped long enough to knock before entering the room. "Heyguy'swhatsgoingon?Gotanythingthatneedstobetransportedanywhere?" He said as he entered the room already tapping his foot awaiting a response.
Iacon Medical and Research
"Oh, you know," Whirl told Broadside. "The sky, the stars, Unicron's head...although they blew that last one up, I hear." To Topspin he added, "Don't worry about it. We'll be killing thugs soon enough, once the rest of your gang gets here."
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Powerglide shrugged his now-massive shoulders.
"Well, I can think of a couple," he told Broadside. "For one, we'll never have to worry about seeing over top of the guy in front of us at the theatre ever again."
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Nova Prime Avenue
Crosshairs shook his head. "Investigate gunshots in mob kingpin's office first," he told Sideswipe. "Drink later."
He turned to Brawn, sighed melodramatically and said, "Put down the carcass and get the door, would you? I figure it's right up your alley."
He jerked his head toward a thick steel door that was secured by several electronic locks.
"Oh, you know," Whirl told Broadside. "The sky, the stars, Unicron's head...although they blew that last one up, I hear." To Topspin he added, "Don't worry about it. We'll be killing thugs soon enough, once the rest of your gang gets here."
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Powerglide shrugged his now-massive shoulders.
"Well, I can think of a couple," he told Broadside. "For one, we'll never have to worry about seeing over top of the guy in front of us at the theatre ever again."
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Nova Prime Avenue
Crosshairs shook his head. "Investigate gunshots in mob kingpin's office first," he told Sideswipe. "Drink later."
He turned to Brawn, sighed melodramatically and said, "Put down the carcass and get the door, would you? I figure it's right up your alley."
He jerked his head toward a thick steel door that was secured by several electronic locks.
Brawn heaved the carcass onto the ground and made his way towards the door. As Sideswipe sighed set up to open fire as soon as Brawn was done with the door.
Brawn placed his hand flat against the door and then cocked his arm back and let loose slamming the door with all of the mini-bot's strength. "Room service," He chimed in.
Brawn placed his hand flat against the door and then cocked his arm back and let loose slamming the door with all of the mini-bot's strength. "Room service," He chimed in.
"You’re still a slave, Angron. Enslaved by your past, blind to the future. Too hateful to learn. Too spiteful to prosper."
Nova Prime Avenue
After a prolonged struggle, Rampart had finally fell. Prowl moved over to inspect the body, immediately noticing the damage he helped cause onto the former-security officer.
He glowered down at the mobster. “What did I tell you?” Prowl said dispassionately. “Fool. You should have surrendered.”
Prowl then turned to the to nearby ISS officers. “Get him outside to the IMR team.”
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As the officers carried Rampart’s body out of the administrative center, Prowl had noticed that Crosshairs, Sideswipe and Brawn were proceeding down the corridor towards Kingpin office.
Inferno, who had been summoned by Hot Spot earlier to aid them, had just arrived on the scene.
“Aww, looks like ah missed out,” Inferno fretted. “Sheesh, what ah mess!”
“Enough, Inferno. Stay focused,” Prowl snapped. “Good work, Brawn," noting the now damaged archway.
"Kingpin, you are surrounded. In accordance to Autobot and ISS law, you are under arrest. Come out with your hands above behind your head!” he shouted.
He pointed his rifle at the reinforced steel doorway, then signaled to his officers to advance.
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Iacon Medical and Research Institute
First Aid's optic widened as more and more Autobots arrived in his mentor's office.
“Well, I didn’t expect such a good turn-out,” the medic told Whirl. “Though, I don’t think Ratchet would approve of his office space being used this way." He shrugged. "It can’t be helped, I suppose."
"We’ll wait until everyone is present before we begin.”
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Autobose
(OOC: Taking over Prime while Heinrad is away)
As Optimus Prime made his way down the long corridor to the administrative chamber, he was greet by excited whispers and soldiers stopping to salute him. Though it was appreciated, if time had permitted, Optimus would have reacquainted himself with his Autobots, but he had far more pressing concerns to address.
It was time he put his house back in order.
Leaving his admirers behind, the Autobot leader entered the empty administrative chamber, the door sliding shut behind him.
In the past, he would immediately be greeted by Prowl carrying a stack of data pads, but he was nowhere to be seen. In fact, most of the top-brass members of the Autobots were out, sans Ultra Magnus, who had respectfully held Optimus’ position while he was “away”.
In the room was a large mechanical chair-like apparatus that served as an operating system used to coordinate and communicate with all Autobot activity through out the planet - and even beyond that. Taking his seat, the system, recognizing him immediately, came online as dozens of hovering monitors surrounded him. Methodically, he went to work.
“Protihex. Fortress Maximus and his crew are currently stationed there on disaster relief. Situation has escalated over the past hundred solar cycles. Hmm...”
He examined the monitor before moving on to another. “Altihex. Reports indicate an incursion, with a Decepticon-led raid upon The Sentinel Prime Detention Center. Powerflash’s unit are currently attempting suppress it from escalating further. And the situation looks…dire. A flagrant infringement on an already strained alliance. But, I am not at all surprised..."
Prime moved onto the next. "A detachment lead by Prowl and Crosshairs are currently infiltrating a Space Mafia-controlled factory on 1470 Nova Prime Avenue. Sigh, and the reports continue to come in.”
Optimus then pressed a switch on the arm of his chair. “Ultra Magnus, this is Optimus Prime. Report to me at once.”
As Optimus looked back to one of the monitors, off the corner of his optic he spotted the incoming transmission from Protihex, sent by Ratchet and marked as urgent.
Though an Autobase operator had already received the call, Optimus quickly switched the transmission over to him.
(See Protihex thread for more details)
“Greetings old friend,” Optimus said. “What is your status?”
“Op-Optimus?! Optimus…is that you?” Ratchet answered, practically bawling at the sight of the Autobot leader. “It is you! You’re alright!”
“Yes, I am functional. I appreciate your concern, but Ratchet, please, you’re report?”
“Yes, of course,” The medic composed himself. “The situation in Protihex has escalated. Though the Decepticon-neutrals are keeping resistance at bay, the Iacon-sent disaster relief has sustained some casualties. Perceptor, Cerebros, Fortress Maximus, amongst others, are currently in stasis…or worse. I’ve been directing most of the Iacon team, with some help of course, through the Steelhaven, but I have other duties that require my undivided attention. I’ve sent Mirage, Wheelie and Turbofire in one of Steelhaven’s escape vessels to procure the necessary parts in order repair Fortress Maximus. As well as other supplies. They’ll need a more suitable craft once they reach Iacon. Think you can accommodate them?”
“Of course,” the Autobot leader told the medic. “If available, I shall also rally additional forces if they are needed.”
“Thanks, Prime,” Ratchet answered appreciatively. “It really is wonderful to see you again.”
After a prolonged struggle, Rampart had finally fell. Prowl moved over to inspect the body, immediately noticing the damage he helped cause onto the former-security officer.
He glowered down at the mobster. “What did I tell you?” Prowl said dispassionately. “Fool. You should have surrendered.”
Prowl then turned to the to nearby ISS officers. “Get him outside to the IMR team.”
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As the officers carried Rampart’s body out of the administrative center, Prowl had noticed that Crosshairs, Sideswipe and Brawn were proceeding down the corridor towards Kingpin office.
Inferno, who had been summoned by Hot Spot earlier to aid them, had just arrived on the scene.
“Aww, looks like ah missed out,” Inferno fretted. “Sheesh, what ah mess!”
“Enough, Inferno. Stay focused,” Prowl snapped. “Good work, Brawn," noting the now damaged archway.
"Kingpin, you are surrounded. In accordance to Autobot and ISS law, you are under arrest. Come out with your hands above behind your head!” he shouted.
He pointed his rifle at the reinforced steel doorway, then signaled to his officers to advance.
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Iacon Medical and Research Institute
First Aid's optic widened as more and more Autobots arrived in his mentor's office.
“Well, I didn’t expect such a good turn-out,” the medic told Whirl. “Though, I don’t think Ratchet would approve of his office space being used this way." He shrugged. "It can’t be helped, I suppose."
"We’ll wait until everyone is present before we begin.”
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Autobose
(OOC: Taking over Prime while Heinrad is away)
As Optimus Prime made his way down the long corridor to the administrative chamber, he was greet by excited whispers and soldiers stopping to salute him. Though it was appreciated, if time had permitted, Optimus would have reacquainted himself with his Autobots, but he had far more pressing concerns to address.
It was time he put his house back in order.
Leaving his admirers behind, the Autobot leader entered the empty administrative chamber, the door sliding shut behind him.
In the past, he would immediately be greeted by Prowl carrying a stack of data pads, but he was nowhere to be seen. In fact, most of the top-brass members of the Autobots were out, sans Ultra Magnus, who had respectfully held Optimus’ position while he was “away”.
In the room was a large mechanical chair-like apparatus that served as an operating system used to coordinate and communicate with all Autobot activity through out the planet - and even beyond that. Taking his seat, the system, recognizing him immediately, came online as dozens of hovering monitors surrounded him. Methodically, he went to work.
“Protihex. Fortress Maximus and his crew are currently stationed there on disaster relief. Situation has escalated over the past hundred solar cycles. Hmm...”
He examined the monitor before moving on to another. “Altihex. Reports indicate an incursion, with a Decepticon-led raid upon The Sentinel Prime Detention Center. Powerflash’s unit are currently attempting suppress it from escalating further. And the situation looks…dire. A flagrant infringement on an already strained alliance. But, I am not at all surprised..."
Prime moved onto the next. "A detachment lead by Prowl and Crosshairs are currently infiltrating a Space Mafia-controlled factory on 1470 Nova Prime Avenue. Sigh, and the reports continue to come in.”
Optimus then pressed a switch on the arm of his chair. “Ultra Magnus, this is Optimus Prime. Report to me at once.”
As Optimus looked back to one of the monitors, off the corner of his optic he spotted the incoming transmission from Protihex, sent by Ratchet and marked as urgent.
Though an Autobase operator had already received the call, Optimus quickly switched the transmission over to him.
(See Protihex thread for more details)
“Greetings old friend,” Optimus said. “What is your status?”
“Op-Optimus?! Optimus…is that you?” Ratchet answered, practically bawling at the sight of the Autobot leader. “It is you! You’re alright!”
“Yes, I am functional. I appreciate your concern, but Ratchet, please, you’re report?”
“Yes, of course,” The medic composed himself. “The situation in Protihex has escalated. Though the Decepticon-neutrals are keeping resistance at bay, the Iacon-sent disaster relief has sustained some casualties. Perceptor, Cerebros, Fortress Maximus, amongst others, are currently in stasis…or worse. I’ve been directing most of the Iacon team, with some help of course, through the Steelhaven, but I have other duties that require my undivided attention. I’ve sent Mirage, Wheelie and Turbofire in one of Steelhaven’s escape vessels to procure the necessary parts in order repair Fortress Maximus. As well as other supplies. They’ll need a more suitable craft once they reach Iacon. Think you can accommodate them?”
“Of course,” the Autobot leader told the medic. “If available, I shall also rally additional forces if they are needed.”
“Thanks, Prime,” Ratchet answered appreciatively. “It really is wonderful to see you again.”
Iacon Medical and Research
Whirl couldn't help but chuckle at that. "First Aid, I think Ratchet's main objection would be that no one was handing out drinks."
He turned to Broadside and said, as seriously as he ever got outside of combat, "Well, it's like this: someone tried to blow me up. I don't take well to that at the best of times, but since that someone was Blades and First Aid here thinks he's neck-deep in big trouble of his own, I'm taking it very seriously. We've taken it upon ourselves to find out what in the Pit is going on, and you guys are going to help."
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Powerglide shrugged. "'Course you are, Cos," he told Cosmos. "After all, height only does do much good. When you're always trying to keep your feet on the ground, you'll get rings flown around you by a the smallest flyboy around."
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Nova Prime Avenue
Prowl's command didn't elicit any reply from Kingpin's office.
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Crosshairs grinned. "I knew we kept you around for a reason," he told Brawn as the smaller Autobot opened the door.
Turning to Prowl as he inched closer to the doorway, he remarked, "I don't think he's taking us very seriously, sir."
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Autobase Security HQ
Smokescreen's monitoring systems quickly alerted him that Prime had taken up residence in Autobase's admin centre. He smiled tightly.
It's good to have him back, but this is going to make it a lot harder to keep off-books intelligence work actually off of the books.
Turning to Getaway, he asked in a friendly voice, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off-duty by now?"
Whirl couldn't help but chuckle at that. "First Aid, I think Ratchet's main objection would be that no one was handing out drinks."
He turned to Broadside and said, as seriously as he ever got outside of combat, "Well, it's like this: someone tried to blow me up. I don't take well to that at the best of times, but since that someone was Blades and First Aid here thinks he's neck-deep in big trouble of his own, I'm taking it very seriously. We've taken it upon ourselves to find out what in the Pit is going on, and you guys are going to help."
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Powerglide shrugged. "'Course you are, Cos," he told Cosmos. "After all, height only does do much good. When you're always trying to keep your feet on the ground, you'll get rings flown around you by a the smallest flyboy around."
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Nova Prime Avenue
Prowl's command didn't elicit any reply from Kingpin's office.
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Crosshairs grinned. "I knew we kept you around for a reason," he told Brawn as the smaller Autobot opened the door.
Turning to Prowl as he inched closer to the doorway, he remarked, "I don't think he's taking us very seriously, sir."
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Autobase Security HQ
Smokescreen's monitoring systems quickly alerted him that Prime had taken up residence in Autobase's admin centre. He smiled tightly.
It's good to have him back, but this is going to make it a lot harder to keep off-books intelligence work actually off of the books.
Turning to Getaway, he asked in a friendly voice, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off-duty by now?"
Meds and Research
"Which used to be you." Cosmos said to Powerglide, "anyway, a bigger body is a bigger target... If you don't have enough armour, means you become teeny tiny pieces when the tiny guy blasts your weak spots."
"Bigger is better." Broadside insisted. "Or you might beg to differ if I dropped on top of you... In aircraft carrier mode."
To Whirl he said, "With your mad way of flying, it's surprising you haven't been blown up without Sandstorm and me covering your back. Anyway, Blades did this? We Wreckers don't take someone trying to blow a member up lightly. I'll blow him up, ex-Autobot or not."
"Which used to be you." Cosmos said to Powerglide, "anyway, a bigger body is a bigger target... If you don't have enough armour, means you become teeny tiny pieces when the tiny guy blasts your weak spots."
"Bigger is better." Broadside insisted. "Or you might beg to differ if I dropped on top of you... In aircraft carrier mode."
To Whirl he said, "With your mad way of flying, it's surprising you haven't been blown up without Sandstorm and me covering your back. Anyway, Blades did this? We Wreckers don't take someone trying to blow a member up lightly. I'll blow him up, ex-Autobot or not."
Autobase Securtiy HQ
Getaway turned his attention from the screens and looked at Smokescreen. "You're never truly off duty, just sometimes not as much duty to do as other times." Getaway then looked back at the moniters and shrugged. "So what's been going on that might need my services?"
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Medical & Research Facility
Blur stood tapping his foot for a few more seconds before shrugging. "Iguessnot." as he turned to leave he figured his best bet for a mission of any sort was from headquarters or Prime's office. "WellifMagnusisondutythenheshouldhavesomethingformetodo." After having said that he turned and took off leaving a lingering image of himself in the entryway to the medical and research facility.
Getaway turned his attention from the screens and looked at Smokescreen. "You're never truly off duty, just sometimes not as much duty to do as other times." Getaway then looked back at the moniters and shrugged. "So what's been going on that might need my services?"
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Medical & Research Facility
Blur stood tapping his foot for a few more seconds before shrugging. "Iguessnot." as he turned to leave he figured his best bet for a mission of any sort was from headquarters or Prime's office. "WellifMagnusisondutythenheshouldhavesomethingformetodo." After having said that he turned and took off leaving a lingering image of himself in the entryway to the medical and research facility.