Ep. 1 - Ninja Plotting Session - Closed
Apr 21, 2012 20:50:34 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2012 20:50:34 GMT -5
Set this as early as possible in Ep. 1. Essentially this is probably almost immediately after OP's announcement that they're going to attack the Nemesis.
Jazz had cleared out one of the sub-basement rooms not too far from his workshop, furnishing it with some of the leftover pillowchairs from the rec room, a portable 3D projector he'd dug out of his subspace, and a hastily-constructed table that had started life as a missile transport bed. All the comforts of home.
As the last of his little chaos-makers filed into the room, Jazz grinned. It was not a nice grin. It was a grin to haunt Decepticon nightmares for many vorns, and it was contagious.
"All right, mecha, you heard the boss: we are takin' the fight to the 'Cons. We're gonna hit 'em hard and hit 'em where it hurts. OUR job..." he gestured to his audience and himself "...is to do what we do best. While the heavy hitters make an unholy racket and Prime and Blaster are goin' for the mainframe, WE are gonna be the scraplets under their plating."
Oooh, that had just given him an idea. Jazz filed it away.
"We--and by we I mean everyone but Steeljaw, who's here purely to maximize the deviousness of our plotting session--we are gonna hit 'em where bitty bots like us can wriggle in and do the most damage. Our targets are high-priority areas that require some finesse and sneak to get to--" that grin again "--and then destroy everything we can get our servos on. I'm thinkin' things like the science labs, the engines, the refinery, navigation systems, that kind of scrap. Anything where a well-placed bit of chaos could make life real unpleasant for our favorite 'Cons."
Jazz's field danced with delight as he leaned on the table. "Our mission, if we choose to accept it, is to cripple the Nemesis. Ground the 'Cons. Destroy any nasty surprises they've got in reserve. And, perhaps MOST importantly, THOROUGHLY ruin Megatron's day."
Jazz tapped the projector, then flicked it hard with a finger when it didn't turn on the first time. The image sputtered into being in the air above the table: a 3D expandable wireframe of the Nemesis, lit up in mostly-red with a few green dots on it. "So. Here's our best schematics of the Nemesis. Red areas, my intel's older than some of you and some things've probably changed. Green areas're more recent confirmed reconnaissance from Team Prime."
He stood up, gesturing to the slowly rotating Decepticon warship...and grinning, of course.
"So! Ideas?"
Jazz had cleared out one of the sub-basement rooms not too far from his workshop, furnishing it with some of the leftover pillowchairs from the rec room, a portable 3D projector he'd dug out of his subspace, and a hastily-constructed table that had started life as a missile transport bed. All the comforts of home.
As the last of his little chaos-makers filed into the room, Jazz grinned. It was not a nice grin. It was a grin to haunt Decepticon nightmares for many vorns, and it was contagious.
"All right, mecha, you heard the boss: we are takin' the fight to the 'Cons. We're gonna hit 'em hard and hit 'em where it hurts. OUR job..." he gestured to his audience and himself "...is to do what we do best. While the heavy hitters make an unholy racket and Prime and Blaster are goin' for the mainframe, WE are gonna be the scraplets under their plating."
Oooh, that had just given him an idea. Jazz filed it away.
"We--and by we I mean everyone but Steeljaw, who's here purely to maximize the deviousness of our plotting session--we are gonna hit 'em where bitty bots like us can wriggle in and do the most damage. Our targets are high-priority areas that require some finesse and sneak to get to--" that grin again "--and then destroy everything we can get our servos on. I'm thinkin' things like the science labs, the engines, the refinery, navigation systems, that kind of scrap. Anything where a well-placed bit of chaos could make life real unpleasant for our favorite 'Cons."
Jazz's field danced with delight as he leaned on the table. "Our mission, if we choose to accept it, is to cripple the Nemesis. Ground the 'Cons. Destroy any nasty surprises they've got in reserve. And, perhaps MOST importantly, THOROUGHLY ruin Megatron's day."
Jazz tapped the projector, then flicked it hard with a finger when it didn't turn on the first time. The image sputtered into being in the air above the table: a 3D expandable wireframe of the Nemesis, lit up in mostly-red with a few green dots on it. "So. Here's our best schematics of the Nemesis. Red areas, my intel's older than some of you and some things've probably changed. Green areas're more recent confirmed reconnaissance from Team Prime."
He stood up, gesturing to the slowly rotating Decepticon warship...and grinning, of course.
"So! Ideas?"