All Players on the Board
High-Roll arrived and Huntress set up what they were ordered to. High-Roll brought with him two medium sized suitcases and an over-night bag. One of each was set upon a flat surface, Huntress commandeering the over-night bag.
"I just received word from QB, Phantom," High-Roll said as he opened a suitcase revealing a silvery jell-o substance inside. "He's five minutes out, but he has an idea, one that'll assure that nothing worthwhile is lost." Huntress pulled a "VR headset" out from the over-night bag as well as a portable monitor and what looked like a miniature M-4.
"How'd that get through security?" Leo asked Lennox, who didn't have an answer.
"I'll hear it out when he gets here. Anything else?"
"NBE's Six through Fourteen will be arriving in the next two minutes…" Huntress announced from her position, at a desk, a "VR visor" across her eyes.
"Good." Phantom said as she removed her contacts, revealing her startling ice-blue eyes.
"Re-boot forces and secondary reconstitution drones activated, Phantom, say the word and I'll initiate the launch sequence…"
"Change it to nano-spread," Phantom told her team.
"Satellite reporting that ours are activated. Sci-Tech is implanting a virus into all Decepticon appropriated relays, and that Satellite will be back down in moments…" Huntress said, pulling a red-silver comb through her thick hair, removing all traces of her neon-green streaked hair.
"How do you know all this?" Major Lennox demanded.
"Simple." Phantom said. "I've been doing this for quite some time, High-Roll: Give me a break-down; I want a 3-16-22 and 9 with a 14 and 4 twist."
"I can give you the 14 easily, but the 4 will take 20 minutes…"
"Then forget the 4 and give me a 2 instead."
"You got it."
Huntress suddenly aimed the mini M-4 at the monitor she had and shot it. But no bullet exited the chamber. Instead, a bright green light escaped from the muzzle of the gun and hit the monitor and the screen glowed a bright green for a second, before a mechanical face appeared in the screen.
"Man! Huntie-girl, you really gotta quit blastin' th' screen. Ain't no-one likes getting' shot!"
"Jazz, the sooner you get your big metal caboose in gear, the faster I can find your secondary power coupling to your weapon and finish activating it!"
"No rush Hunts, I happen to like this energy-howitzer that you and Femme gave me…"
"What- No ghetto-slang?" Phantom said as she leaned over Huntress' shoulder to see the screen.
"Femme! I've missed you! When are you going to let me give you a ride ?"
"When I've decided to allow myself my lobotomy and your circ-ectomy." Phantom said dead-pan.
"But we shared an alternate dimension together, does that mean nothing to you?" Jazz asked.
"Not enough…" Phantom said. "Jazz- I want you at the President's Bunker. I already have NBE 3 and NBE 5 at the launch pad just in case…"
"Got it…" Jazz said seriously.
"Good luck."
"Keep the faith Baby." Jazz said as he signed out.
"B-but- Jazz w-was-" Sam stuttered.
"Femme got him taken care of…" Came another voice as strong footsteps echoed into the hangar. "Autobots… Major Lennox…Team."
"General Dashiel." Lennox said, he and his team snapping to attention with a salute.
"At ease men." The man said. "Femme, NBE's are outside and Amity-ites are underground."
"Excellent." Phantom said, nodding. "Alright team, F-phones on!"
Huntress pressed a series of buttons on the VR visor and allowed it to retract. "Everyone's online, Phantom."
"Good. Everyone, any Retreat or Destruct order given by Huntress or Myself will be given in Esperanto, if it is in any other language, ignore it."
All present heard those present from Sector-1, give an affirmative.