@primeofdreams
There was little to show for her efforts, other than a few planned mining sites. The task was simple, allocate energon sources for later use and return to the Nemesis. But no. Something was messing the signal, enough to make it that even her heightened senses could not detect the faint thrum of resting energon crystals.
A slit that allowed light to enter her optic shield flared lilac in irritation. What in the name of the Unmaker could be causing this? A dampening signal? Surely her team would have picked it up, traced it to its source and eliminated anything undesirable. Vehicons were useful for three things. Target practice, running errands, and the occasional frag. Though, she supposed, they weren't all that bad. She'd been dubbed Twiddles by a familiar few that she didn't want to put between her cross hairs. They remained in her good graces..for now.
The Quartermaster let out a deep growl, the golden plates adorning her fins glinting in the sunlight. She wanted to do nothing more than return to the Nemesis with cargo in tow and relax with some organization. Hauhet grumbled as she swiftly made her way to the last known area of her Vehicons. It had been an hour since they had split rank, and they were due for a check-in.
Hopefully someone had some good news, or she was going to blow a gasket.
