If You're Looking For An Assignment...

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Quickswitch taps his fingers impatiently against his forearm some more. He's incredulous, "/Scouting/ routes?" he looks them over, then says quietly, "You really should take this one... It looks safest," again, the moody sixchanger experiences another sudden shift, "Though, safe or not, I have business to attend to and you're in my way!" a thin, displeased line is his mouth, "But if you really want my opinion, the safest route is best..." he smiles again.
Nodding at Quickswitch, the less rushed Sandstorm has to agree, "Yeah, it does look like the safest one." And so he flicks to the one that's quite blatantly the most dangerous (and in some places needlessly so), "This was my prefered option. I mean it almost has everything you could ask for. And it gives a couple additional vantage points along the way." That to get to those points requires near insane maneuvers doesn't seem to be mentioned by the gravlift blocking daredevil.
Quickswitch nods incredulously toward the route data, "You sure? That one looks pretty dangerous. But if you think you can handle it, then, I have no problem with it. What's your name?" he asks, studying the other mech's robot mode for clues as to his alternate mode.
Definitely the most dangerous, and the other one is boring, so Sandstorm selects the dangerous one and hits a couple commands, "There, off to some senior officer to note in some log book." And probably scratch their heads at the choice of routes. Sandstorm gives the curious Bot another smile, "Names Sandstorm, yours?"
"I'm Quickswitch. A pleasure to meet you, Sandstorm. Your name sounds familiar," he pauses, trying to place the name, his busy schedule seemingly forgotten.
Scratching his head for a moment, Sandstorm tries to recall where he's heard that name before, "Yeah, yours is vaguely familiar... You weren't a Gladiator at all? Never went that route, rather a dull way to live life, but similar circles to the extreme derbys I was doing for a couple seasons." Before they got too predictable, and he moved to aerial sports.
"Hum...no, never been a Gladiator," he studies Sandstorm some more, "I never followed sports. But--" he grins big in an ahah! moment, spying parts to two modes on Sandstorm, "I do know of you. You're a triple changer, aren't you? That scout!" Quickswitch chuckles.
Making a very small head bowing motion, Sandstorm smiles, "That would be me. Scout, dareveil, and yes triple changer." And something clicks, "And you're Quickswitch." Sandstorm is no great detective, but he does follow the news, and the rumour mill. "Glad to see you're out and about again."
"Thanks buddy," Quickswitch says affably, "It's good to be out again," he grimaces a little at a private thought, of being unaware, stasis.... but, like most of his thoughts, it flees quickly. He smiles again, "Could you please move? I need to see one of the officers."
And then, a sudden spasm of his transformation cog, convulsing him half into hovercraft mode and half into gun mode, "Aww frag. How /embarrassing,/" Quickswitch takes on a contemptuous demeanor, "I /suppose/ I can get out of this mess. Give me a moment."
Suddenly realising he actually is in the way (and probably lucky that a queue hasn't formed), Sandstorm looks a little embarrassed, "Oh, hey, my bad. Totally got distracted while I waited. Wanted to go over the routes before I went up myself."
And suddenly Quickswitch is stuck in mid-mode, "Wow, you okay there buddy?" Sandsotmr can recall himself how sticking mid-transformation can be uncomfortable, but then it normally happens to him due to some obstacle becomeing one with him, "You know I once got stuck with a giant girder running right through my... well you don't want to know. Lucky we had a good medic that day. Got that jump perfected the next day though."
Sandstorm gives the six-changer some space, "You want me to call someone? I hear there's a good medic or two round these parts."
"No, I'll be fine," Quickswitch says simply, "Just need a little time to get straightened out. The sixchanger struggles to slide a few mode parts into place, thus far unsuccessfully, "Aheh, I seem to be stuck. But I won't be in a moment."
Well to be fair to the other Autobot, six modes must be rather a muddle at times. So Sandstorm waits patiently, assuming if there was some way he could help then the other Bot would tell him, "Six modes, must be wild ride at times, able to have so many options to pick from when the need arises. Or just for fun." Sandstorm does ponder what modes he'd add to those he has, perhaps a boat in there somewhere, one that could ride on molten lava... which would certainly be a rush.
"Oh it is, it is," Quickswitch replies, "I couldn't imagine not having a solution to every scenario," he tries to move one of his 'fins' back into place behind his head, which has now appeared. It screws up into an expression of abject anger, "C'mon, HELP ME HERE! DON'T JUST STAND THERE!"
Well all that was needed was to be asked, "Hey if I can help, just tell me what to do." Sandstorm is all ready to rush in and help.
The fluid and quick nature of Quickswitch snatches the anger away as suddenly as it came on, "Just take this 'fin' and give it a good shove. You won't break it. Do the same with this piece here," and he moves what might turn into his arms, "Heh. This is my secret seventh mode. A big blocky tangle!"
"OW!" Quickswitch shouts as he's moved into place, "There. That's better. I don't know what a 'work of art' is..." Quickswitch utters, "You'd better not be insulting me--" his labyrinthine transformation cog moves through its motions and Quickswitch twists and unfolds finally, into robot mode, "There! All better. Thanks buddy!"
Prowl and Wheeljack exit the gravlift a short distance away. Oh, look there's Quickswitch. They'd just been looking for him. "Well it's good to see that he's up and about already."
Wheeljack says, "Told ya it would just take some time for him to adjust to how things have changed." And other things, but those are things Prowl keeps making him promise not to talk about in public."
Giving Quickswitch some space again, Sandstorm waits for the other Autobot to finish returning to his robot mode. Once that's done, Sandstorm pats him on the back, which also nicely means he's stepped aside so Quickswitch can continue to the gravlift, "I believe you were heading to the gravlift, sorry I got in your way there. Oh and thanks for confirming what I thought about those routes, I'd have fallen asleep on patrol if I'd taken that first route." Well it was a rather dull route afterall, safe roads, perfectly clear skies.
Quickswitch finishes the awkward transformation, "No problem, Sandstorm, buddy. I still don't get why you'd want the most dangerous routes, but that's your thing, I guess. And you're still here!" Quickswitch chuckles. Then, the sixchanger spots Wheeljack and Prowl, "Sir," he stands at attention and salutes. He waits for Prowl to speak before saying anything further.
Prowl nods at Quickswitch's salute. "At ease."
"How are you feeling, Quickswitch? I hope you've been adjusting well." he says politely, though not warmly. "I have good news for you. I believe Wheeljack and I have come up with a potential solution for your problems."
The moody sixchanger lowers his arm and relaxes, "Feeling pretty good considering," Quickswitch calmly replies--but when Prowl mentions that he and Wheeljack have a solution to his moodiness, Quickswitch brightens considerably, "You do? You have?!" he beams with a large smile, "Great! Fill me in."
And now it's time to stand in the background while the focus is on someone else.... Well, it would be. Except this is Wheeljack we're talking about here. Rather than just stand there he rummages out one of his gadgets and starts twiddling with that instead.
As much as Prowl's seriousness can be annoying, it's probably a lot better suited for this sort of discussion than the inventor's.. heh, ethusiasm.
The background is definitely not for some, though for now it's certainly where Sandstorm is. After all Prowl is clearly needing to speak with the sixchanger, which means Sandstorm is about 3 modes short. And so he gives a fairly cursory salute (well you wouldn't expect military precise saluting from him), and gives Wheeljack a nod.
And when he see's Wheeljack is playing with one of his inventions, he recalls what he's heard about that scientist type, so takes a couple steps closer to make sure he can get a good look at whatever he's cooking up.
No, not now Quickswitch. Prowl just nods toward Wheeljack. "Wheeljack will fill you in on the details when the time comes. But don't get your hopes up too high. It's not exactly something that we've done before, but it's certainly a possibility."
Then his attention is directed toward Sandstorm. "Sandstorm. You enjoy a challenge. Is that correct?"
Quickswitch's face falls, "Oh.." he rubs his chin, "Well, let me know when it's time," he shrugs, clearly disappointed.
The triplechanger is a recon mech, he'd probably reconize that it is some kind of a analysis probe. Though the one Wheeljack is fiddling with while Prowl lectures at others is more thin and narrow... in fact, one could call it shaped like a bullet. Or a missile. But if it's meant to be shot out of something, that's got to be pretty rough on the sensative equipment that would be inside of a scanning device...
Wheeljack doesn't seem to even notice Sandstorm peering over his shoulder.
Well now Sandstorm is definitely intrigued by what the Autobot inventor is playing with. Afterall, any probe built like that can't be going somewhere nice and friendly.
And suddenly Prowl has turned his attention to Sandstorm, which was somewhat unexpected. Taking his optics off the gizmo Wheeljack is toying with, the Autobot daredevil looks at Prowl, "Well depends on your definition of a challenge. Sir." Well, Sandstorm is not exactly going to decipher some coded transmission or the like, but give the Triplechanger a crazy ride into danger, and well he's in his mint. "I take it you have something crazy in mind?" Which would certainly be in Sandstorms area of expertise.
"Well you are a recon mech. I need you to take a small squad into Kaon and try to find out what the Decepticons are up to. I suspect they're in disarray with Megatron gone, but we can't be sure until we have some actual intel to support that." Prowl replies. Going into enemy territory with just himself and a few others, should be daredevil enough for someone like Sandstorm, right?
"Obviously, disarray or not, I'm certain they will be planning -something-. Or that they've at least put -someone- in charge. I need to know who that is."
"Maybe they'll wipe each other out fighting over who gets to be leader... Naaah. That would make for a boring story." Wheeljack slips the device away, and reachs over to pat Quickswitch on the... upper arm, as he can't quite reach the sixchanger's shoulder. "Come down to my lab after you're done getting situated with the state of things and we'll see what we can do about your... y'know..." He doesn't really want to mention the 'problem' in less than private company.
That and like usual he's walking off afterwards before anyone can really ask.
A small squad huh, Sandstorm considers who might be crazy enough to be up for that task. And then simply decides he doesn't mind who joins in. Afterall if the Decepticons are concentrated in Kaon, enough risk to go around for any Bots who start poking their noses in.
"Sounds like my kind of crazy. Anyone in particular you want along for the ride?"
Sandstorm watches as Wheeljack walks off, making a mental note to ask where he plans to send that probe of his sometime.
Quickswitch continues to regard Prowl, "I need to see you, sir. But later..." And with that, the, surprisingly calm sixchanger makes his way to the troop quarters for a much needed recharge.
"I'll leave that part up to you." Prowl replies to the question of who he ought to recruit for the mission. "Just make sure it's not an entire brigade. We need to keep a low profile for now. I expect a detailed report on the situation within the three megacycles." 
He nods at Quickswitch's request for an audience with him later. "Of course. Contact me when you're ready."
"Can't say I like heavy handed tactics anyway, light makes it far more interesting." Plus far easier on the getting out part when not so many to get tangled in a fight. "I'll make sure you get the report as soon as we get back" Well Sandstorm will need something to do on the journey back.
"Excellent." Prowl nods. He's done speaking to Sandstorm now, and since he isn't one for idle chatter, he turns to leave for another sector of building, perhaps the Academy. "Good luck."