Post by Jazzman Crothers on Dec 15, 2010 20:50:25 GMT -5
Unicron's head was monitering all the communications on Cybertron. From independent frequencies to Cybertron's information network, Renegade communication listened to all the news, talk and rumors about what had just happened in Omega City about an hour ago.
Fro the command hub, Latyrx7 watched everything with a keen optic. As the reports came in, everything was going to plan. All Cybertronian news outlets were feed falso information about what had really happened. As far as they knew, the Omega City had been involved in a celebration. The fight they had been witnessed by neighbouring cities was actually fireworks, or so the news reported.
Latyrx7 learned that the constant storms that occured almost all the time over Omega City was created by Atlas' forces. And that the tower was involved directly by infusing the air with electricity and magnetic waves, influencing the weather and providing Atlas with the cover he needed. It kept Autobot satilites froming getting any visuals of the activity happening in the city streets. Latyrx7 smiled, as Atlas' little trick seemed to help keep what really went down a secret from Cybertron and the Renegade's cover was still intact.
A tech officer walked over to Latyrx7 with a control pad. 'Commander, Eraser has requested that we move subject Phasmatis to a high security level. He has not been able to read or break through the subject's cerebal cortex and he has over matters to attend to. He believes that he should be place somewhere that he can't do any damage, just in case he awakes.'
'Understood. Take no chances, squad of four with heavy weapons.'
The officer left leaving Latyrx7 to focus on what was going on down on Cybertron.
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Omega City was still up in the air, maintaining it's height. Shuttle crafts took it's citizens away to new homes with other ships took OCF troops to Autobot garrisons to hold them before their trails. All through out the city, the Autobots went through the city and all it's buildings investigating the mystery before them.
D-Fib was attending to the wounded, especially Incognito as he was badly hurt, on board of a medical Autobot craft. As Funcrusher got on board as well, the craft took off for Autobot headquarters in Jekka.
Uplink and Qwickshot were busy deep within the factory trying to figure out how to take control of the rockets engines that were keeping the city up in the air. They had their work cut out for them as it wasn't know yet how to control the engines or how much fuel they had left. But they had a pretty good idea that they had a lot of time as Onix had informed them that he had come across the fuel tunnels while he was underground in the Omega City's tunnel system.
High above the ground, in the tall tower that was headquarters to Omega City's leader, Atlas sat in a chair. Bounded up with a anti-transformation cog, repaired just enough to stop him from leaking to death, Atlas sat their defeated and surrounded by the Renegades.
Hardstrike, Computic, Incendius, Onix, Hypershot and Metalingus gave Atlas the hard optic as they waited for the others to come to Atlas' office.
In through the door, came Pointblank and Blastmaster. In cuffs and followed by Roadtrain. Outside was also Deadbolt and Driveby, who had other orders to carry out and left after they had escorted Roadtrain and company.
Pointblank was shoved into a chair, he too was patched up just enough to keep himself from falling apart. Blastmaster stood next to the two of his former comrades, who received glaring death looks from the two much larger robots.
Roadtrain nodded to Computic who stepped forward with a data pad and dropped into Atlas' lap. 'We have cracked 92.4% of your dealings, your operations, your files and virtually everything else. With the exception of the engines keeping your city up but Uplink and Quickshot don't need your help for that, which leads us to you simply filling in the blanks.'
Tomboy unlocked Atlas' cuffs so he had one hand free to look at the data pad. He picked it up, scanned it's pages and then placed it back down on his lap.
Atlas then did something no one was expecting. He began to laugh as if he had just remembered a funny joke.
Fro the command hub, Latyrx7 watched everything with a keen optic. As the reports came in, everything was going to plan. All Cybertronian news outlets were feed falso information about what had really happened. As far as they knew, the Omega City had been involved in a celebration. The fight they had been witnessed by neighbouring cities was actually fireworks, or so the news reported.
Latyrx7 learned that the constant storms that occured almost all the time over Omega City was created by Atlas' forces. And that the tower was involved directly by infusing the air with electricity and magnetic waves, influencing the weather and providing Atlas with the cover he needed. It kept Autobot satilites froming getting any visuals of the activity happening in the city streets. Latyrx7 smiled, as Atlas' little trick seemed to help keep what really went down a secret from Cybertron and the Renegade's cover was still intact.
A tech officer walked over to Latyrx7 with a control pad. 'Commander, Eraser has requested that we move subject Phasmatis to a high security level. He has not been able to read or break through the subject's cerebal cortex and he has over matters to attend to. He believes that he should be place somewhere that he can't do any damage, just in case he awakes.'
'Understood. Take no chances, squad of four with heavy weapons.'
The officer left leaving Latyrx7 to focus on what was going on down on Cybertron.
********
Omega City was still up in the air, maintaining it's height. Shuttle crafts took it's citizens away to new homes with other ships took OCF troops to Autobot garrisons to hold them before their trails. All through out the city, the Autobots went through the city and all it's buildings investigating the mystery before them.
D-Fib was attending to the wounded, especially Incognito as he was badly hurt, on board of a medical Autobot craft. As Funcrusher got on board as well, the craft took off for Autobot headquarters in Jekka.
Uplink and Qwickshot were busy deep within the factory trying to figure out how to take control of the rockets engines that were keeping the city up in the air. They had their work cut out for them as it wasn't know yet how to control the engines or how much fuel they had left. But they had a pretty good idea that they had a lot of time as Onix had informed them that he had come across the fuel tunnels while he was underground in the Omega City's tunnel system.
High above the ground, in the tall tower that was headquarters to Omega City's leader, Atlas sat in a chair. Bounded up with a anti-transformation cog, repaired just enough to stop him from leaking to death, Atlas sat their defeated and surrounded by the Renegades.
Hardstrike, Computic, Incendius, Onix, Hypershot and Metalingus gave Atlas the hard optic as they waited for the others to come to Atlas' office.
In through the door, came Pointblank and Blastmaster. In cuffs and followed by Roadtrain. Outside was also Deadbolt and Driveby, who had other orders to carry out and left after they had escorted Roadtrain and company.
Pointblank was shoved into a chair, he too was patched up just enough to keep himself from falling apart. Blastmaster stood next to the two of his former comrades, who received glaring death looks from the two much larger robots.
Roadtrain nodded to Computic who stepped forward with a data pad and dropped into Atlas' lap. 'We have cracked 92.4% of your dealings, your operations, your files and virtually everything else. With the exception of the engines keeping your city up but Uplink and Quickshot don't need your help for that, which leads us to you simply filling in the blanks.'
Tomboy unlocked Atlas' cuffs so he had one hand free to look at the data pad. He picked it up, scanned it's pages and then placed it back down on his lap.
Atlas then did something no one was expecting. He began to laugh as if he had just remembered a funny joke.