Ep1: The Stainless Steel Rat Goes to Medbay (open)
May 12, 2012 19:31:40 GMT -5
Post by rattrap on May 12, 2012 19:31:40 GMT -5
Most of the Autobots, Rattrap knew, were affixing charges to carefully selected locations throughout the Nemesis, strategically seeking to disable systems. Rattrap had helped with the plans and thoroughly approved of them.
It was just that his own methods today, not being the primary saboteur, were a little...different.
Taking advantage of his small size and the general amounts of chaos caused by the bigger Bots, Rattrap scuttled from maintenance hatch to maintenance hatch, leaving a trail of small packages - rather like the droppings of his namesake, he thought with a snicker - behind. Some contained remote-detonation micro-charges, others Steeljaw's mini-scraplets (safely dormant until the same signal which would set off the explosives activated them), still others mini-scraplets armed with explosives and already trying to gnaw their way free of confinement; all were cast haphazardly into whatever out of the way, unshielded nooks and crannies a very small mech with a very devious processor could reach. A little raw chaos to add to the calculated chaos the others were spreading.
He didn't bother to check if the medbay doors were secured; the Con medic was, if anything, meaner than Ratchet, and letting him know he had an invader in his domain would be a little like dipping himself in energon sauce and tapdancing in front of a cybercat. Instead, he went in through a maintenance duct, dropping down behind the shelter of a bank of computers to take stock of the room.
As luck would have it, he landed right next to the oh-so-tempting access panel of the main bank of medbay computers.
Like several of the labs on board ship, medbay had many of its own discrete systems in case of emergency. Taking out the power core and auxiliary power for the rest of the ship would cripple it - if they didn't manage to crash it outright - but it wouldn't keep the Cons from patching their casualties back together afterward.
Rattrap knew what the Prime would have to say about the ideas ticking through his processor. He knew what his old commander would say. And he knew what Jazz would say, because Jazz had told him outright to keep his paws off anything in medbay he didn't intend to steal.
"Frag th' Cons," he muttered, popping the access panel on the side of the main medical bank and carefully tucking some of his scraplet bundles deep into the wiring, then placing one where it could be found with a little looking. If anyone bothered to check medbay for sabotage, odds were good they'd stop looking once they found something.
And what the other Autobots didn't know wouldn't hurt 'em any.
With a mean little smirk, Rattrap wriggled out of the computer and carefully replaced the panel on its side, then crouched in concealment. Bright blue optics picked out the most useful and portable supplies; a crafty processor calculated how best to maximize what he could take.
To paraphrase one of his favorite (non-obscene) human phrases, Rattrap felt like a kid about to rob a candy store.
((OOC: Open to KO, Breakdown, or any other Con who'd like to chase Ratty around medbay with a broom. Otherwise, I'll just assume my vermin got away clean.))
It was just that his own methods today, not being the primary saboteur, were a little...different.
Taking advantage of his small size and the general amounts of chaos caused by the bigger Bots, Rattrap scuttled from maintenance hatch to maintenance hatch, leaving a trail of small packages - rather like the droppings of his namesake, he thought with a snicker - behind. Some contained remote-detonation micro-charges, others Steeljaw's mini-scraplets (safely dormant until the same signal which would set off the explosives activated them), still others mini-scraplets armed with explosives and already trying to gnaw their way free of confinement; all were cast haphazardly into whatever out of the way, unshielded nooks and crannies a very small mech with a very devious processor could reach. A little raw chaos to add to the calculated chaos the others were spreading.
He didn't bother to check if the medbay doors were secured; the Con medic was, if anything, meaner than Ratchet, and letting him know he had an invader in his domain would be a little like dipping himself in energon sauce and tapdancing in front of a cybercat. Instead, he went in through a maintenance duct, dropping down behind the shelter of a bank of computers to take stock of the room.
As luck would have it, he landed right next to the oh-so-tempting access panel of the main bank of medbay computers.
Like several of the labs on board ship, medbay had many of its own discrete systems in case of emergency. Taking out the power core and auxiliary power for the rest of the ship would cripple it - if they didn't manage to crash it outright - but it wouldn't keep the Cons from patching their casualties back together afterward.
Rattrap knew what the Prime would have to say about the ideas ticking through his processor. He knew what his old commander would say. And he knew what Jazz would say, because Jazz had told him outright to keep his paws off anything in medbay he didn't intend to steal.
"Frag th' Cons," he muttered, popping the access panel on the side of the main medical bank and carefully tucking some of his scraplet bundles deep into the wiring, then placing one where it could be found with a little looking. If anyone bothered to check medbay for sabotage, odds were good they'd stop looking once they found something.
And what the other Autobots didn't know wouldn't hurt 'em any.
With a mean little smirk, Rattrap wriggled out of the computer and carefully replaced the panel on its side, then crouched in concealment. Bright blue optics picked out the most useful and portable supplies; a crafty processor calculated how best to maximize what he could take.
To paraphrase one of his favorite (non-obscene) human phrases, Rattrap felt like a kid about to rob a candy store.
((OOC: Open to KO, Breakdown, or any other Con who'd like to chase Ratty around medbay with a broom. Otherwise, I'll just assume my vermin got away clean.))
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Otherwise, Knock Out's going to be on the lookout and listen for anything SUSPICIOUS in his medbay!