Ep0.5 - The Best Things Come in Threes (closed)
Feb 3, 2012 4:53:15 GMT -5
Post by rattrap on Feb 3, 2012 4:53:15 GMT -5
Rattrap had been an Autobot for as long as there had been a war, and a member of Team Axalon for vorns before that. But that didn't mean he'd forgotten any of the talents he'd learned as a nameless sanitation unit back on Cybertron, the tricks that had let him steal and cheat and barter and lie his way into a more-or-less legitimate position aboard the exploration vessel which had become, more than any other place, home.
Now, Rattrap was committing the Autobot base to memory as Rhinox led them toward the personal quarters, periodically poking his head into an unlocked room or detouring down an interesting corridor. The place had been hastily - and incompletely - converted to fit warrior-class frames; he noted a number of human-sized openings for later investigation, the same way he noted unobtrusive security cameras and air vents and the areas which had pipes or ductwork overhead instead of ceiling tiles.
Interesting place, and about as secure against a mech his size as a sieve. He liked it here already.
Rhinox showed them rooms side by side; boring, identical boxes, but more than large enough to pack a handful of mechs into (assuming no one else had a little friendly gambling covered). Rattrap glanced at Airazor, and could practically see her stuffing the area with shelves for whatever planetary slag caught her attention. He couldn't wait to see it; it had been too slagging long since the femme had had room to indulge herself. And speaking of indulging...
Rattrap climbed up on Rhinox's shoulder again, leaning against the larger mech's helm. "Okay, Big Green, now that we've got the official settlin' in out of the way, it's time ta get down ta business. Who's a rat gotta talk to if we wanna make this a real party?"
Now, Rattrap was committing the Autobot base to memory as Rhinox led them toward the personal quarters, periodically poking his head into an unlocked room or detouring down an interesting corridor. The place had been hastily - and incompletely - converted to fit warrior-class frames; he noted a number of human-sized openings for later investigation, the same way he noted unobtrusive security cameras and air vents and the areas which had pipes or ductwork overhead instead of ceiling tiles.
Interesting place, and about as secure against a mech his size as a sieve. He liked it here already.
Rhinox showed them rooms side by side; boring, identical boxes, but more than large enough to pack a handful of mechs into (assuming no one else had a little friendly gambling covered). Rattrap glanced at Airazor, and could practically see her stuffing the area with shelves for whatever planetary slag caught her attention. He couldn't wait to see it; it had been too slagging long since the femme had had room to indulge herself. And speaking of indulging...
Rattrap climbed up on Rhinox's shoulder again, leaning against the larger mech's helm. "Okay, Big Green, now that we've got the official settlin' in out of the way, it's time ta get down ta business. Who's a rat gotta talk to if we wanna make this a real party?"