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| - The Darkmount compound first presents a curtain wall patrolled by drones and studded with laser cannons. Behind this stands the hunched shapes of the drone factory, the shuttle hangars and their ancillary buildings. Looming over it all is Darkmount itself, a faceless and unlovely edifice sixteen hundred meters tall, about which flights of Decepticons circle like roosting birds. Apart from the landing platform halfway up, it has no other visible apertures, no entrances at ground level. The only beings that enter Darkmount by choice can fly. At night, the tower is lit sporadically by the swaying searchlights below, having only a few running lights along its forward edge and around the landing platform. Darkmount's dull black facets are usually visible against the night sky only by virtue of obscuring the stars behind the tower. Contents: Coldwar You begin following Coldwar. Coldwar stands at a termainal within the main foyer of the Decepticon Fortress known as Darkmount. A transmission sent to command outlining the mission paramaters of the Search and Recovery is followed by a brier setting of several navigation points that cover a large quadrant of the planet's surface. Busily tapping away at the console, Coldwar's hardened gaze is fixed and stoic as he draws up the mission plan while awaiting the arrival of his Wingman. Pyramid Fighter cruises in from the skies above, then transforms and hovers down to land next to Coldwar. "Cybertron, eh? I have to say, I admire the thouroughness. I'm ready when you are." Fusion transforms into robot mode. Coldwar looks up from the terminal after taking a moment to respond to Galvatron; his red optics focusing onto Fusion before offering the other Decepticon a curt nod. "Thank you, Warfare Theorist. Alright, lets get this show on the road..." Turning away from the computer console Coldwar takes a moment to peer out over the fortress, quietly taking inventory of the gumby squadrons that populate the base. Again, he nods- this time as if finding the Darkmount defenses 'adequate', and then the Soldier leaps into the air and transforms. "I've taken the libery of updating mission codes and parameters. Form on my wing, and lead the way." Gears grind, pistons pump, and sheets of metallic frame click into place to form a HV-911 Eagle Eye UAV! Coldwar moves east to the Cybertronian Swamplands West. Coldwar has left. You follow Coldwar. You move east to the Cybertronian Swamplands West. Contents: Eagle Eye UAV Fusion keeps pace with the UAV, actually flying in an overwatch position high overhead. << I don't know why I didn't think of this before, but for every year the Autobot Wheeljack spent on planet Earth, he spent thousands on Cybertron.>> Coldwar speeds ahead at lower altitude, making it just that much easier for his advanced scouting systems to keep a watchful eye on anything they might miss. <> he says, which is followed by a chime that sounds over the shortband transmission frequency. Eyeing the swamps as the pair of aerial Decepticons slowly pass it by, Coldwar would nod if he could but is forced to settle for speech. <> Fusion rolls to one side and then the other, trying to give himself a better angle for scanning the swamps below. << Sounds reasonable,>> he affords. <>
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