Ep. 1 - Raiding the Cookie Jar (Open)
Sept 23, 2012 22:46:22 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2012 22:46:22 GMT -5
The klaxon roared throughout the Nemesis’s corridors. The Autobot’s surprise attack rapidly making itself known to the entire crew. Vehicons dashes haphazardly around corners barely avoiding near collisions as they raced to their assigned battle stations.
Amongst the confusion, a small figure dropped to the floor undetected and hurried to the shadows, concealing her bright blue paint job. Taking advantage of her smaller stature, Arcee managed to take a direct route to her mission objective without having to traveling through the Nemesis’s ventilation system (her least favorite method of infiltration). Back against the wall, Arcee did a forward roll across the intersection behind two fliers and made a beeline down the final stretch. Closing in on her target, she fired off two shots and decommissioned the drones guarding the door with clean hits to the helm.
Halting before the sealed double doors, Arcee punched in a series of codes given to her from the resident Autobot Saboteur. One minute. Two minutes. Her servos clattered across the access panel, growling to herself in frustration at the uncooperative circuit board. Clicks later, a ping rang in acceptance to the correct code sequence causing the heavy blast doors to slide slowly apart.
Arcee stood in the doorway, momentarily awed at the massive quantities of stored energon, before striding into the energon vault.
Amongst the confusion, a small figure dropped to the floor undetected and hurried to the shadows, concealing her bright blue paint job. Taking advantage of her smaller stature, Arcee managed to take a direct route to her mission objective without having to traveling through the Nemesis’s ventilation system (her least favorite method of infiltration). Back against the wall, Arcee did a forward roll across the intersection behind two fliers and made a beeline down the final stretch. Closing in on her target, she fired off two shots and decommissioned the drones guarding the door with clean hits to the helm.
Halting before the sealed double doors, Arcee punched in a series of codes given to her from the resident Autobot Saboteur. One minute. Two minutes. Her servos clattered across the access panel, growling to herself in frustration at the uncooperative circuit board. Clicks later, a ping rang in acceptance to the correct code sequence causing the heavy blast doors to slide slowly apart.
Arcee stood in the doorway, momentarily awed at the massive quantities of stored energon, before striding into the energon vault.