BridgeBlaster had so much going on at the same time. To the average mech, this level of multitasking would be painful and probably would have resulted in multiple wires being crossed in their internal circuits. But this was his job, it was what he excelled at, and he was making sure everything was going. From dispatching Red Alert’s strike force, to the Autotroopers, to participating in the meeting down at Autobot City, and so much more.
Priority transmission from Sandstorm wrote:>>"Hey guys, I dunno who's listening, but I think Broady and I have scoured and scraped every possible particle emission that could possibly lead back to Autobot City. We're going to start creating false trails now. Blaster, if you could wipe this comm every time we use it, that'd be great buddy. Thanks in advance! Sandstorm out."<<
>>”Alright, thanks Sandstorm!”<< Blaster did as he was asked, and scrubbed any trace that could be left of the transmission. It was around that time that Bumblebee decided to show up at the bridge, ready to give his reports. “All good stuff, Bee, good to have you here! Feel free to help out over at the other console, I could use a bit of helping parsing all this data down.”
What happened next turned Blaster’s expression far more serious than it had ever been. The signal flashed on the screens for a brief moment. The frequency was meant for the long-range communique that Blaster had sent out, to call for reinforcements, but this was not an Autobot signature.
He knows.Gravely, Blaster turned to the screen of the Autobot City meeting.
>>”Commanders,”<< he said, pausing,
>>”I’m afraid we’ve got something on our hands.”<< He showed the unknown (yet known) comms signal on screen. They would all know the meaning of this.