Ep 1 - Iterative Damage Control - Open

The halls were churning with smoke and sparking electrical conduits. Drone troops scrambled feverishly in the chaotic environment. The disorderly mayhem was not a welcomed sight to Dreadheart as he had just returned from a rather mundane patrol flight over the planet’s North American east coast. His first thought from the vague com. Message was that the Autobots had somehow managed to infiltrate the Nemesis again, however, since his return no further explanation had been forthcoming.

Grabbing a passing Eradicon drone, the ex-honor guard demanded, “What has happened here?”

The Eradicon hung limp momentarily in the seeker’s tightening grip, before shaking out of its stupor. “Arma and several other decepticons went on a rampage and severely wrecked portions of the Nemesis. Arma is currently AWOL.”

Dreadheart grinded his afterburners heatedly, gusts of scalding air venting outwards. Ever since Megatron was offlined…

A beeping from his comm. unit interrupted his fuming thoughts. A short summons glyph bled through the frequency requiring his presence to another region of the ship. He released the forgotten Eradicon waiting warily in his grasp and stomped through the corridors, determined to get the bottom of events.

Minutes later, Dreadheart turned around a final corner and entered ground zero. He stopped and scanned the scene till his optics laid sight on the source of the summons. The ex-honor guard lifted an optic ridge in mild surprise at the presence of the former senator.

He crossed his arms and said with dripping scorn, “Oh, how the mighty have fallen, perhaps you’d care to enlighten this “over-zealous, tight-aft, wingnut” on what in Primus’s name is going?”