TG' verse. Earthspace. Hammer and Anvil. May I have this dance?
"Our forces are so widely spaced, because of the different fronts." Clipcom sighed and scowled, her fingers working rapidly over the keyboard in front of her. "I estimate that it will take three days for any significant firepower to reach us."
"And by that time the Meredronians will probably get bored and try using Earth for quickdraw practise." Springer's face showed his disgust from the screen in the middle of the ready room table.
"Well we can't just sit here... what's that?" Rodimus looked up as an alarm flared. "Databurst, what's up?"
"Our sensors have detected something in close proximity to the Dream sir."
"Yeah... I got that part. What kind of something?"
"It's a cloaked vessel... sweet Primus!"
Even Rodimus started at sight of the gargantuan ship that suddenly filled his screen. "Slag...!"
"It's hailing us," reported Databurst.
"Patch it through." Rodimus glanced at Springer's screen and saw the concern on his best friend's faceplate.
Then he blinked as a well-known calm alto reached his audio receivers.
"Medic's Dream, this is the Galvatronian battleship Deherree come to tender assistance in the expected conflict."
"Threnody? Where did you get a battleship?" Rodimus realized that his mouth was hanging open a little and closed it.
"You told me to put the headhunter specs that you gave me to good use," said the young Warlady gravely, though her optics twinkled slightly at his surprise. "We did."
"Headhunter... you're telling me that thing is...."
"A combination of headmaster and combiner technology." Threnody nodded, confusion making its way to her expression. "I've been sending regular updates about the project."
"...I never got them. When were you sending?" Rodimus attacked the computer, searching for the files. "Wait... found them. It was during the time we were switching to Keepsake's new system and Teletraan 3 decided to randomly throw about half our incoming correspondence into all sorts of dusty corners." He scanned the technical specs in one of the entries and whistled. "Even for Galvatronians those are some heavily armed headhunters. Now I know why you called back those five mechs. But this says there are six Transformers involved."
"Yes. The leader of the group was specially created for the project." Threnody nodded. "The femme from whom the gestalt ship takes its name."
Rodimus glanced toward the porthole and eyeballed the wall of purple that was all he could see, a slight smirk coming over his face as Databurst reported that the Meredronian fleet had started advancing. "Is Primus saying anything?"
"That he approves of us." Threnody relaxed, her grin showing fiercely. "Are we fighting, then?"
"Oh yeah." Rodimus smirked and got up to go back to the bridge. "Let's get this party started."
"And by that time the Meredronians will probably get bored and try using Earth for quickdraw practise." Springer's face showed his disgust from the screen in the middle of the ready room table.
"Well we can't just sit here... what's that?" Rodimus looked up as an alarm flared. "Databurst, what's up?"
"Our sensors have detected something in close proximity to the Dream sir."
"Yeah... I got that part. What kind of something?"
"It's a cloaked vessel... sweet Primus!"
Even Rodimus started at sight of the gargantuan ship that suddenly filled his screen. "Slag...!"
"It's hailing us," reported Databurst.
"Patch it through." Rodimus glanced at Springer's screen and saw the concern on his best friend's faceplate.
Then he blinked as a well-known calm alto reached his audio receivers.
"Medic's Dream, this is the Galvatronian battleship Deherree come to tender assistance in the expected conflict."
"Threnody? Where did you get a battleship?" Rodimus realized that his mouth was hanging open a little and closed it.
"You told me to put the headhunter specs that you gave me to good use," said the young Warlady gravely, though her optics twinkled slightly at his surprise. "We did."
"Headhunter... you're telling me that thing is...."
"A combination of headmaster and combiner technology." Threnody nodded, confusion making its way to her expression. "I've been sending regular updates about the project."
"...I never got them. When were you sending?" Rodimus attacked the computer, searching for the files. "Wait... found them. It was during the time we were switching to Keepsake's new system and Teletraan 3 decided to randomly throw about half our incoming correspondence into all sorts of dusty corners." He scanned the technical specs in one of the entries and whistled. "Even for Galvatronians those are some heavily armed headhunters. Now I know why you called back those five mechs. But this says there are six Transformers involved."
"Yes. The leader of the group was specially created for the project." Threnody nodded. "The femme from whom the gestalt ship takes its name."
Rodimus glanced toward the porthole and eyeballed the wall of purple that was all he could see, a slight smirk coming over his face as Databurst reported that the Meredronian fleet had started advancing. "Is Primus saying anything?"
"That he approves of us." Threnody relaxed, her grin showing fiercely. "Are we fighting, then?"
"Oh yeah." Rodimus smirked and got up to go back to the bridge. "Let's get this party started."