Ep0--Comm's room--Is This Yours?—Closed
Nov 12, 2011 14:36:13 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2011 14:36:13 GMT -5
((Breakdown and Soundwave))
Silently fuming, Soundwave stood before the main console in the comm’s room, sorting though systems and network logs of his information grid at a breakneck speed. He’d forgone the actual keys and inputs of the consol a while back, having found them overly slow and cumbersome, to braid directly into his grid.
With Barricade's return with the Phantom everything else had been put on hold, the death-ship taking priority over everything. Soundwave had even been forced some of his more basic security maintenance around Nemisis. However a lull finally came and the specialist took the time to finally sorting though the information he’d gathered from the Tangent. Or that had been the plan.
Almost from the moment he’d accessed the information he’d felt something wrong, though he couldn’t place what at first. The more he’d skimmed though his grid, the more he found, little things, that weren’t quite right. His information had been touched. In the case of the information from the Tangent, not just touched, but manipulated! Though he hadn’t had the time to sort through most of it, he had flagged a few bits of potentially valuable information he’d noticed while the ship. Those flags were now gone. He could only imagine what else must have been taken!
His displeasure grew the more he sorted through his network. Yes, someone had been in his system. Someone who knew just enough to not leave a GLARINGLY obvious trail, but still not expert enough to cover every step of their tracks. Resentment grew, slowly simmering into something hot and dangerous, the more he considered that someone had touched, manipulated, by-passes HIS system. HIS! Though his emotions were muted, jealousy and selfishness still ran thick in the mech and the thought that someone had stuck their claws in what rightfully belonged to HIM....he wanted to find the mech and he wanted him to hurt.
Silently fuming, Soundwave stood before the main console in the comm’s room, sorting though systems and network logs of his information grid at a breakneck speed. He’d forgone the actual keys and inputs of the consol a while back, having found them overly slow and cumbersome, to braid directly into his grid.
With Barricade's return with the Phantom everything else had been put on hold, the death-ship taking priority over everything. Soundwave had even been forced some of his more basic security maintenance around Nemisis. However a lull finally came and the specialist took the time to finally sorting though the information he’d gathered from the Tangent. Or that had been the plan.
Almost from the moment he’d accessed the information he’d felt something wrong, though he couldn’t place what at first. The more he’d skimmed though his grid, the more he found, little things, that weren’t quite right. His information had been touched. In the case of the information from the Tangent, not just touched, but manipulated! Though he hadn’t had the time to sort through most of it, he had flagged a few bits of potentially valuable information he’d noticed while the ship. Those flags were now gone. He could only imagine what else must have been taken!
His displeasure grew the more he sorted through his network. Yes, someone had been in his system. Someone who knew just enough to not leave a GLARINGLY obvious trail, but still not expert enough to cover every step of their tracks. Resentment grew, slowly simmering into something hot and dangerous, the more he considered that someone had touched, manipulated, by-passes HIS system. HIS! Though his emotions were muted, jealousy and selfishness still ran thick in the mech and the thought that someone had stuck their claws in what rightfully belonged to HIM....he wanted to find the mech and he wanted him to hurt.