Ep. 0.5 - The Cat That Walks Through Walls
Jan 24, 2012 0:07:20 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2012 0:07:20 GMT -5
He woke to the sound of metal on metal, the thump and clank of docking followed by a drop as the shuttle settled on its struts. More banging, and the sound of the troopers moving in the crew compartment.
He stood, stretched, and leaped up out of the way, stretching long across the pipes near the ceiling. Below him, the troopers trooped in, completely oblivious to him hanging cloaked right above their heads. He let his tail flop down, weaving it in and out of them as they moved to unload the cargo.
He leapt down, a ventilation behind the last trooper as he left the shuttle. He broke into a run across the cargo bay just because he could, freed after the long trip. His sensors picked out mechs he knew, signatures he recognized, but he ignored them all. Now was not the time for spying.
Now was the time for sneaking.
Silently, he ran full speed at the wall, leaping high and sailing past a maintenance mech and into the open duct he was about to climb into. His claws dug into the metal, pushing him further down the duct and avoiding puncturing the pipes along the floor. He slithered and twisted around a corner, transforming to root mode and catching the handholds to climb up.
He moved through the ducts by memory to section D, caught a catwalk to D-3, then dropped down into the hallway for a klik to hug the wall as he followed two troopers into the residential section, damping down his EMF even more than his cloaking already did. Wouldn't do to come all this way and get caught so close.
Back into the ductwork in a maintenance closet, a bit more shuffling along to the officers' quarters, and...aha.
EMF and proximity sensors set into the duct. Shielded. Hard to see. Nice work.
Hello, Soundwave.
He ran the sensors' specs, analyzed the results, decided to live dangerously, and sucked in his EMF as much as he could. He stretched out a hand, oh so slowly, so slowly he didn't even disturb the air around the sensor. He laid his palm down right next to a sensor and it didn't even twitch.
Getting the rest of him over that section was easy but slow going. Of course, the slow gave him plenty of time to see and plan the deactivation of the pressure plates that were immediately beyond.
After that were the energon detectors, then the motion sensors, then something that looked like a modified spark scanner. The last gave him pause, but he eventually moved past, triumphant.
He was almost sad when he reached the grate for Soundwave's quarters. That had only three kinds of traps set on it.
He held himself against the wall by the dig of his hind claws while he replaced the grate, then leapt down. Not onto the floor, of course, which always had pressure sensors on it that were armed until the door lock was disengaged. No, he leapt down to his final destination, his reward for a vorn of work well done: the berth.
Ravage sighed, transforming back into quadruped form and streeeeeetching out before falling into a well-deserved recharge.
He stood, stretched, and leaped up out of the way, stretching long across the pipes near the ceiling. Below him, the troopers trooped in, completely oblivious to him hanging cloaked right above their heads. He let his tail flop down, weaving it in and out of them as they moved to unload the cargo.
He leapt down, a ventilation behind the last trooper as he left the shuttle. He broke into a run across the cargo bay just because he could, freed after the long trip. His sensors picked out mechs he knew, signatures he recognized, but he ignored them all. Now was not the time for spying.
Now was the time for sneaking.
Silently, he ran full speed at the wall, leaping high and sailing past a maintenance mech and into the open duct he was about to climb into. His claws dug into the metal, pushing him further down the duct and avoiding puncturing the pipes along the floor. He slithered and twisted around a corner, transforming to root mode and catching the handholds to climb up.
He moved through the ducts by memory to section D, caught a catwalk to D-3, then dropped down into the hallway for a klik to hug the wall as he followed two troopers into the residential section, damping down his EMF even more than his cloaking already did. Wouldn't do to come all this way and get caught so close.
Back into the ductwork in a maintenance closet, a bit more shuffling along to the officers' quarters, and...aha.
EMF and proximity sensors set into the duct. Shielded. Hard to see. Nice work.
Hello, Soundwave.
He ran the sensors' specs, analyzed the results, decided to live dangerously, and sucked in his EMF as much as he could. He stretched out a hand, oh so slowly, so slowly he didn't even disturb the air around the sensor. He laid his palm down right next to a sensor and it didn't even twitch.
Getting the rest of him over that section was easy but slow going. Of course, the slow gave him plenty of time to see and plan the deactivation of the pressure plates that were immediately beyond.
After that were the energon detectors, then the motion sensors, then something that looked like a modified spark scanner. The last gave him pause, but he eventually moved past, triumphant.
He was almost sad when he reached the grate for Soundwave's quarters. That had only three kinds of traps set on it.
He held himself against the wall by the dig of his hind claws while he replaced the grate, then leapt down. Not onto the floor, of course, which always had pressure sensors on it that were armed until the door lock was disengaged. No, he leapt down to his final destination, his reward for a vorn of work well done: the berth.
Ravage sighed, transforming back into quadruped form and streeeeeetching out before falling into a well-deserved recharge.