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randomplaces2009-04-04 03:56 pm
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TG' verse. Earthspace. Hammer and Anvil, Operation Armadillo.
"We would never have had time to throw up the planetary defense shields if Cliffjumper and Wheelwell hadn't warned us." The voice from the speaker crackled slightly with disturbance. "But for now Mars, Earth and Luna base are safe."
"Good." Rodimus frowned at the data he was getting from other screens and links, his optics flickering as he absorbed everything and processed it. "And what are Wheelwell and Cliffjumper's status?"
"Wheelwell is at the Autobot Earth base with Blaster and Powerglide. Cliffjumper... is MIA."
Rodimus' face darkened, but then his mouth involuntarily quirked at one corner as Springer's voice came from another speaker.
"Oh if he's bought it Optimus is so gonna kick his pointy little red aft."
"He's been jumping into things since before either of us were online, Springer," the Prime reminded his second. "It's usually the people around him that catch the fallout."
"Yeah, but he was alone.... Oh, hello, there's a scout. Well, same to you, buddy, and the ship you rode in on."
Rodimus watched the madly firing blip turn into a shower of spreading space dust, then sighed and flipped off half the monitors to concentrate on the most important. "What have you found, Tigerhawk?"
"We count fifty of the big drone carriers and three escort vessels," came the calm deep voice of the combined scout.
"Thanks. Now PINpoint back to Earth and await further orders."
"Yes, Rodimus."
"Sir! Bogie on the starboard!" called the femme at the console in front of him.
"Relax, he's ours." Rodimus returned a friendly ping to the one that seemed to bounce around in his head, then watched as Skytrail's sleek little vessel pulled up beside the command ship. //You want on board?//
A negative tone was his only answer, and he nodded, used by now to his eldest son's lack of verbal communication. //Anything for us? How did these guys get past you?//
Data started scrolling across his screen, and he read it and swore. "Teleportation? Sonuva.... Quick, Databurst, I want these stats analyzed for any weak point." //Thanks, kid. You know if there are anymore coming?//
The negative tone made him intake deeply with relief as he spoke both over the com and aloud. "//Great. So if we can somehow manage to scrape together enough of a fleet to take these guys out we should be livin' peachy.// Clipcom, are our long range signals still getting through?"
"Yessir. They don't seem to be able to counter the new tech that Keepsake had installed."
"Sweeeet. Kinda." Rodimus frowned. "And no sign that they know how many of us are already here."
"Nope. Thank Primus. Two ships isn't nearly enough to take on a fleet like that," said Springer.
"So what do we do?" asked the mech at the next console over, looking up.
"We sit here in our shell and make faces at them till the cavalry arrives." Rodimus nodded and sat back. "Anybody wanna play Go Fish?"
"Good." Rodimus frowned at the data he was getting from other screens and links, his optics flickering as he absorbed everything and processed it. "And what are Wheelwell and Cliffjumper's status?"
"Wheelwell is at the Autobot Earth base with Blaster and Powerglide. Cliffjumper... is MIA."
Rodimus' face darkened, but then his mouth involuntarily quirked at one corner as Springer's voice came from another speaker.
"Oh if he's bought it Optimus is so gonna kick his pointy little red aft."
"He's been jumping into things since before either of us were online, Springer," the Prime reminded his second. "It's usually the people around him that catch the fallout."
"Yeah, but he was alone.... Oh, hello, there's a scout. Well, same to you, buddy, and the ship you rode in on."
Rodimus watched the madly firing blip turn into a shower of spreading space dust, then sighed and flipped off half the monitors to concentrate on the most important. "What have you found, Tigerhawk?"
"We count fifty of the big drone carriers and three escort vessels," came the calm deep voice of the combined scout.
"Thanks. Now PINpoint back to Earth and await further orders."
"Yes, Rodimus."
"Sir! Bogie on the starboard!" called the femme at the console in front of him.
"Relax, he's ours." Rodimus returned a friendly ping to the one that seemed to bounce around in his head, then watched as Skytrail's sleek little vessel pulled up beside the command ship. //You want on board?//
A negative tone was his only answer, and he nodded, used by now to his eldest son's lack of verbal communication. //Anything for us? How did these guys get past you?//
Data started scrolling across his screen, and he read it and swore. "Teleportation? Sonuva.... Quick, Databurst, I want these stats analyzed for any weak point." //Thanks, kid. You know if there are anymore coming?//
The negative tone made him intake deeply with relief as he spoke both over the com and aloud. "//Great. So if we can somehow manage to scrape together enough of a fleet to take these guys out we should be livin' peachy.// Clipcom, are our long range signals still getting through?"
"Yessir. They don't seem to be able to counter the new tech that Keepsake had installed."
"Sweeeet. Kinda." Rodimus frowned. "And no sign that they know how many of us are already here."
"Nope. Thank Primus. Two ships isn't nearly enough to take on a fleet like that," said Springer.
"So what do we do?" asked the mech at the next console over, looking up.
"We sit here in our shell and make faces at them till the cavalry arrives." Rodimus nodded and sat back. "Anybody wanna play Go Fish?"