Transformers G1 RP--The Red Storm's Rage--IC Thread

(This RP is still accepting new players, here is a link to the OOC thread: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthread.php?t=119984)

The Ark where unusually silent, the last few weeks had been hell, the Decepticons had been on the offensive and they had sown no mercy. Several Autobots had lost their lives and several more lay in the med bay with little hope of being restored to full function. Everyone where battle vary, tired and scared, though few admitted the last part, and where there would usually be friendly banter there where now only silence.

Seablade sat leaned against a wall staring blankly into space, granted this was not unusual for him, the chaos of the last few weeks had not exactly made his rather unstable mood any better. The robot sigh, this pressing mode and the smell of burned circuitry faintly drifting from the direction of the med bay reminded him of his old days on Cybertron. Back then the horror of war would have exited him, but Seablade had long since changed, what he now saw where friends damaged, friends frightened, friends wondering if they would live to see another cycle.

The problem whee that none knew how the Decepticons had the resources to go on such an extended offensive, nor what their motivations where, sure they loved carnage but that cursed Megatron where not an idiot, he seldom did anything without a good reason for it. The situation felt hopeless and morale was quite low among the Ark's residents.

Suddenly a white painted bot came half running out from the command center, also known as Teletraan's chamber. The robot looked around the common room where most of the Autobot forces which where not currently on some task or being repaired where located.
"Come on, Prime want all of us in the command center, we just heard over the coms that Ironhide have shot down a Decepticon Seeker, now however we can not reach him, I suspect Prime is looking for volunteers to go check it out."

Seablade glanced up at Wheeljack as he delivered his message and then rushed to the next room make sure everyone got the message. Seablade sigh again and get to his feet. Slowly he begun to make his was to Teletraan's chamber, the main area of the Ark to hear what Prime had to say.

DarkStar was restless and sat with his back against the wall. He was resting and was lost in thought. He was brought back out of thought as Wheeljack came running into the room and made an announcement. DarkStar smiled and mutters to himself, "good job, IronHide." He stands and heads to the command center. "this should be fun..."

"It would be fun if Ironhide have just shot a Seeker out of the sky for us, it would not be quite so fun if Ironhide himself have been killed or captured in the process."
Seablade muttered as he glanced over at DarkStar, as a fellow turncoat who had once been a Decepticon Seablade felt a connection to the other robot, DarkStar was about the only only he could share some of his views with, views usually not appreciated by other Autobots.

"I guess we will see though. I wonder who it is Ironhide have shot down, not that it matter it is always good to clip the wings of a Seeker."
Seablade glanced back at DarkStar.
"Eh...except you I mean."

Impact was working as best he could to turn death sentences into critical conditions. He felt like he was working with hammer and chisel to fix these forms. So few were actual warriors, no heavy plating, no redundant systems, all flimsy and weak. It was a miracle they survived at all. Ratchet's efforts, while miracles of engineering given the tools he was working with, was meatball surgery at best.

Ah cant leave mah wurk, tele-tran patch meh thru to the briefing rume.
His golden plate blinked rapidly as he spoke. His whole face had been taken off in a previous battle so now he wore a one way mirror as a faceplate. This worked well against enemies as they could not see where he was looking and patients could not see the worry on his face as he worked.

The medical bay where a mess, there where to many wounded for the benches so some lay on the floor and some of the less critically wounded where given tools to work on their own wounds. Ratchet stood bent over a slender bot, trying to repair damage to the mechanism's laser core. Transformers could take allot of damage and be rebuild, only two parts where completely vital and would result in the robot's death if destroyed, the main computer and the laser core. Ratchet did not even look up when Wheeljack ran in and delivered his message, he knew that any mistakes here would result in the patient death, after a few more minutes the white medical technician looked up at Impact.
"I can not leave this patient's side either not now. I have stabilized his laser core but unless I stop his power drain he will go into a stasis lock I do not know if I can wake him from, you better have Teletraan patch us both into the command center though, or better yet put it on speaker, the poor souls here I think would appreciate hearing about a potential victory. I just hope Ironhide is all right, Primus knows we do not need any more wounded to repair."

The command center where filling up with brightly colored robots, and those that could nto be there in person where joining in through Teletraan's communication systems. The room where filled with chatter, both in words and through electronic signals.

DarkStar looks at SeaBlade, "yes, indeed, it would be nice to clip the wings of a Decepticon Seeker. However, i hope it was not that accursed StarSream. That bot is mine to dismantle..."

DarkStar keeps walking and eventually enters the command center. He sees all the other bots. He thinks to himself "Come on i want to go on this mission i want to fly..."

When most of the residents of the Ark had either arrived or acknowledged their presence though communication devices Optimus Prime took a step forward from where he had been standing beside Teletraan's main terminal, the large robot lifted one blue hand to bring the room to order and then begun to speak, his deep voice resonated among the stone and metal walls.
"Friends I am sorry to disturb whatever you where doing, however I have some good and some bad news I think you all would appreciate hearing."
The Autobot leader paused as a late arrival hurried though one of the doors disturbing his speech, once the room had again fallen silent he continued.
"Fifteen Earth minutes ago Teletraan got a message from Ironhide, he was out on patrol and had spotted and shot down a Decepticon Seeker."

The room exploded into a cacophony of cheers, wishes of death over the Decepticons and questions as to who had been shot down. Prime allowed the chaos to go on for a few moments before he again lifted his large blue hand to call for order.
"Calm Autobots, Calm. Ironhide identified the Seeker in question as Thundercracker. Now, the Seeker where badly wounded but functioning. I ordered Ironhide to secure the prisoner, we need information, we are fighting a loosing war, we need to know why the Decepticons have gone on such an offensive now and how they are able to maintain it."
Optimus paused as his face grew serious, since he had originally been made to be just a simple space dock worker he had not been fashioned with the complex and expensive to make fully featured face plates many other models had, but still he managed to express a surprising wide rage of emotions just with his blue optics.
"One earth minute after I gave the order to secure Thundercracker Ironhide communicated back to me, but the line was suddenly broken, and no attempts to reestablish contact have been successful."

Again the large room became filled with murmurs as the various Autobots expressed their worry for their missing friend. Prime this time immediately silenced the others.
"There will be time for questions later. Now I need a team of volunteers to go and find Ironhide, help him if he is in trouble. I also need this group to secure the downed Seeker if possible, it is imperative that we get intel on what the Decepticons are up to and Thundercracker being of a fairly high rank should have the information we need."

Seablade had been listening to his leader and he did not really think when he lifted one white arm.
"I would like to be one of those that go Optimus, I hate sitting around here doing nothing."
Seablade did not really know why the volunteered, he did not know or like Ironhide particularly well, the large red Autobot never trusted him due to Seablade having been a Decepticon and had no qualms about expressing his suspicious. However the former combiner hated just sitting around, being idle meant he had time to remember, remember his brothers destruction, and it was better to risk his life on a dangerous missing than to remember, and besides like him or not Ironhide was an ally and it was Seablade's duty to do his part.

DarkStar smiles to himself and thinks "Thundercraker... now that was a nice piece of metal to shoot down..."

DarkStar steps forward and raises his hand. "I will go and secure this Decepticon and i will find out why IronHide has not responded. You have my word, Optimus."

Impact could go either way, leaving the scrapyard here would clear his head and let his regeneration recharge. But he was also needed here and could still do repairs without his regeneration. It was not a decision for him to make so he differed to his commanding officer.
Iffen ra-chet can du without meh fer tha while, count me in. Ahm best at e-vac and tree-odge. But 'nother pair ah hands maght be needed. Whut say yew ra-chet?

Ratchet looks at the other medic and nods.
"I can handle things alone here for a while Impact, and if Ironhide is out of contact that means there is a good chance he is hurt, also if we are going to get any information out of this Decepticon Ironhide shot down he need to be functioning. You should go. Just do not get yourself killed, I need you back here as soon as possible my friend."
Ratchet leaned back over the operating table and the patient he was working on,his voice was fully of worry when he spoke again.
"Just all of you be careful."

Optimus Prime nodded as various Autobots voiced their willingness to go look for Ironhide and his downed prize.
"Good, get ready you need to leave at once."
The large, red painted robot turned his attention to Protector.
"You will be in charge of this rescue operation Protector, your first priority is to find Ironhide, your second priority is to find the Seeker downed seeker and if at all possible secure him and bring him back to the Ark for questioning, we need the intel he have, it will be vital if we are going to have any chance of victory."
Optimus paused to press a few keys on Teletraan's control board to transfer the coordinates of where the last contact with Ironhade had been transmitted from to Protector.
"I count you you to get your group back safely. Good luck, to all of you."

Seablade barely held back a sigh, he did not need his telepathic abilities to know that Protector neither liked or trusted him, and had it not been for Optimus the larger Cybertronian would have shot the former Decepticon to pieces by now, this mission might be a rough ride, in more than one way. Seablade sent DarkStar a look as to say be careful, Protector surly where no fonder of the flier than he was of the former combiner, Seablade did not say anything though, partly because he did not want to anger Protector, it was never good to anger someone four times your size, and partly because he respected Prime's decision to put the giant in charge, Seablade worried though about what it would be like to do a mission under Protector.