Smokescreen was getting more and more frustrated with the tightening crowds as they tried to find Hellraiser, "looks like we're in the right place", commented the Autobot noting how high and merry some of these bots were. Was it just enthusiasm or had they gorged themselves on their riches?..
Post by Neo Calrissian on Feb 11, 2010 6:18:56 GMT -5
Nexus and Safecharm took this oppurtunity to barge through the crowd, grinning and laughing. "Oi! Shmokeshcreen! Thish is Shafecharm, friend o' mine. We've shared a bottle of Shlugger, 'n now we thought we'd see what'sh up with you'sh guysh? Howsh thingsh? It musta been... ooh, dunno, 'bout a shycle since we lasht shaw each other... how time flishe!" Safecharm nodded. "Yeah... yeah..."
Smokescreen cupped his head in his hands for a moment, "Now how did you guys managed to get so smashed on a bottle of Slugger? No don't tell me, I don't wanna know! We've been through hell and high water to get here y'know! And this is what we find?!"
Torque waved his hand in front of his face, trying to dissipate the fumes coming from Nexus and Safecharm.
"Yeesh, you two smell like an Energon distillery. I'd hate to see the size of the bottle you two shared. Torque then whispered to Smokescreen. "I didn't think it was even possible for Nexus to relax, especially this much."
Perceptor was feeling relieved at this moment but had a couple more concerns. 'Reassured, my comrades and myself feel we must endeavor to do the same. And I feel I can speak for them that we will be at your disposal when our services are needed. My own remaining concern is that announcing the plan in front of everyone could have exposed our hand before playing it. The common Decepticon is a thug, but the likes of Shockwave or Grovenor Straxus is an entirely different matter. If they got word of this plan...'
Lightningrod smiled. "Fret not. As you may have noticed, all troops are screened before they come in. The passwords are used by only one messenger each, and-" *WHEE!WHEE!WHEE!WHEE!WHEE!WHEE!WHEE!*A claxon boomed out across the dug out. The bots who had got there earlier looked panicked, the newer arrivals, confused. Hellrasier was foricing his way out of the deopt, over towards Perceptor and Lightningrod. Lightningrod did not look happy. "Uh-oh." +++++++++++++++++++++ Highstacker tried to approach Hellraiser on his way out. "Excuse me, sir-" Hellraiser shoved him back, snarling. "OUT OF MY WAY, PATHETIC FOOL!!!" Highstacker stumbled, then ran after him. This was important... vitally so.
Post by Neo Calrissian on Mar 7, 2010 4:21:36 GMT -5
Hellraiser finally made his way to Lightningrod. The scientist was looking very worried. "What's happened?" There was a dark scowl on Hellraiser's face. "Someone's fired on the Decepticons we lured in. By the time we get there, they'll be ready for an assault." Lightningrod's concern became shock. "What?! How could this have happened?!" Highstacker finally appeared on the scene, huffing and puffing. "That's what I've been... trying to tell you..." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Despite the Slugger, Safecharm was sobering up fast. "We should de-energize... go found out what's going on... yeah? Yeah?" Nexus grinned. "Nah! Letsh shtick around!" He started to jig from side to side, humming some strange little tune, and yelped as Safecharm hoisted up on one shoulder. The guard turned to Smokescreen and Torque- "Be back in a few... yeah? Yeah?" - and trundled off to the Depot.
Smokesscreen pulled out his blaster, "Let's go and find Perceptor and see what's cookin!", replied the Autobot enthusiastically as be began off - pushing his way again through the crowds. There was a lot of pushing and shoving, some of which Smokescreen had to barge his way past..
Post by Neo Calrissian on Mar 26, 2010 16:43:19 GMT -5
Highstacker pushed Perceptor off. "Perceptor... I HAVE to report to Hellraiser! Please, get out of my way!" He strode past to where Lightningrod and Hellraiser were having a heated argument. "Sirs, I need to give you an urgent report... of the... most... urgent... urgency?"
Hellraiser was about to open his mouth, when Lightningrod cut across him. "Carry on, son." The messenger nodded, and relayed what had happened. "Just before I picked up my group, I ran into one of your resistance cells, Hellraiser, sir. They expressed knowledge of the group you lured into place, but not of Operation: Plaugeswarm, and were planning to attack today. I've been trying to tell you since I got here."
Hellraiser shook his head, then slammed his fist into the wall. "CURSES!!! WE MUST ACT NOW, WHILST THE IRON IS HOT!!! GET THE TROOPS TOGETHER!!! THE BADLANDS WILL RUN WITH DECEPTICON BLOOD!!!"