Decepticon Frequency: Fleetwind Fleeing

[Fleetwind]

Fleetwind flies swiftly south, taking a route different from that of Omega Supreme. He's soon over water and out of the range of that blasted, intense magnetism. The Seeker has no idea where he is or what he's doing here (besides, obviously, flying), and shouldn't have reason to hope there are others about, but... there's Omega Supreme, so why not?

Fleetwind doesn't bother calling any bases, or trying to contact any familiar individuals he can't hope to expect are there. Instead, he transmits directly onto the Decepticon general communication frequency. // This is Seeker Fleetwind reporting to... whomever there is to report to, actually. Are there any other Decepticons out there?//

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OOC note: This post follows from Reply #18 of the Magnetic North Arrival Thread. Anyone on the Decepticon frequency is free to reply. If we reach a point where everyone in the Expansive Plains Arrival Thread are on it, I'll move over there instead.

[Hook]

//This is Hook of the Constructicons. I'll address you more fully in a few minutes - right now there is a sub-optimal tank to deal with. Can you home in on my signal?//

[Fleetwind]

//The Constructicons// Fleetwind exclaims unthinkingly over the frequency as he flies further south. Didn't he hear something about those guys being the ones Omega Supreme was always going after, or something? He puts that out of his mind. At least he's not alone on this planet. //Ah, well, understood. And no, not yet. I need to get a little further from these magnetics first. Shouldn't take too long. I await further communication at a more opportune time.//

The Seeker stays high in the atmosphere, and continues flying over water. The snow lands are now out of sight. Fleetwind uses the upper air currents to support his flight as much as possible. In a little, he should be able to follow Hook's signal. In the meanwhile, he can't help but bemoan living in such interesting times. And he had a sinking feeling they were going to get a lot more interesting soon.

[Hook]

There's a fair amount of other chatter on the Decepticon broadband that Fleetwind should be hearing. It might even be interesting to him.

Dead End: // Skystrike, Hook--you'll need to make the kill unless the designers of this thing were criminally incompetent. My guns are high-impact, but low penetration. Now, does that thing track as badly as most Autobots, or does it have auto-tracking with stabiliz---//

Dead End: // ...That would be a yes on target auto-tracking andstabillization. Be warned it hits ground targets more accurately than the average Autobot. //

Skystrike: //Should we destroy this thing completely?//

Hook: //No. Disable it with minimal damage, if possible. You do not even need to 'kill' it, so long as it is incapable of shooting at us.//

Skystrike: //Understood.//

Starfighter: //Skystrike, I'm coming to back you up.//

Skystrike: //*a slightly contemptuous static noise*//

Dead End: // The guns should be more fragile than the hull armor. I should be able to pick them off if you can discourage it or anyone else from distracting me.//

Skystrike: //I will, though I doubt anyone would like distracting someone with a gun that isn't pointed at them.//

Dead End: //// This will of course be pointless if Hook does not find something to recharge us with. I suspect this battle will deplete some of us past the ability to move to the next possible structure that might hide an energy source. //

Hook: //I already have something to recharge you with. Why do
you think I sought to protect those alien vehicles from possible damage?//

Skystrike: //Starfighter, join me. See if you can make heads or tails of this thing, hmm?//

Hook: //However, as you three seem to have the matter well in-hand at the moment, I will see about providing some energon cubes. Scavenge as best you can from the tank - I'll go over it when there is actual light to work by.//

And finally, finally, Hook turns his attention back to Fleetwind. Having a Seeker chatter at him makes the routine of setting up an energon-cube creator that much less dull.

//The crisis seems to be averted now, Fleetwind. How are you holding up? Have you gotten out of those magnetic disturbances?//

[Fleetwind]

Fleetwind listens carefully, counting names, counting voices. Four total. Three males, one female. One positively identified as Hook. One with the name "Skystrike." Given the timing of one of the noises made, probably the female. One named Starfighter. One was in the battle the entire time, refers to himself as a... ground target? Probably not Starfighter. That gives Fleetwind three names to attach definitively to three voices. He'll have to listen to identify the fourth voice, the one who seems very good at picking out worst-case scenarios.

The pastel Seeker continues flying as he opens the Decepticon comm frequency and replies to Hook. //Holding up considerably better than should be reasonably expected, all things considered!// His voice is quite cheerful as he reports this. One thing about valuing his own life as highly as he does is that surviving particularly unlikely events puts him in a very good mood. //And yes, I'm out of the interference now, and I'm heading in your direction.// Because radio waves totally work that way when the writers want them to in cartoon-verse.

//I think... I seemed to come online on this planet's north magnetic pole. Do any of you guys know what's going on? Last thing I remembered before blacking out, an enormous planet-eating... planet... named Unicron was trying to destroy Cybertron, and I was getting a building knocked on me. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in the ice next to a hostile Guardian robot. Sure, it was an improvement from Unicron, but, I mean, what isn't?//

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OOC: This post is being locked, and this is getting cross-posted to the Expansive Plains thread. I'll be joining in the rotation there.