Ep. 1 How to Study Your Insecticon (Without Getting Eaten)
Sept 24, 2013 2:17:35 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2013 2:17:35 GMT -5
Anyone who believed Shockwave was incapable of stealth had not spent any amount of time at all around the scientist.
Yes, it could be hard to find a spot to hide that much mech in a pinch, and Shockwave had no particular knack for disappearing from plain sight. But in the dim lighting of the 'Nemesis', and the even dimmer and fairly busy confines of the storage areas, something as darkly colored as him might as well have been part of the decor. Particularly if he held still and pulled in his field, and probably only one mech on board the warship could have played that game better than him.
Field tight, optic turned away and as motionless as any one of the crates around them, Shockwave had been watching Waspinator since the Insecticon had picked up his snack in a fit of pique.
Shockwave had done his share of research on Insecticons, of course. They lent themselves exceptionally well to complex research, there always being so many of them that plenty of variables could be added, followed, compared against control groups. He had rarely seen one that was both alone and... sensible. If there was a hive presence on board the 'Nemesis', several project that had gone filed under 'Unfinished/No Resources" might be discreetly inched back onto the table. But if there were a hive present, however small, the Insecticon was not giving the small clues one usually connected with such.
It was both good and bad, in a fashion. Bad, because Lord Megatron would most certainly miss a lone Insecticon warrior if there was no rank-and-file to hide the loss. Good, because a single Insecticon was always much easier to deal with than a host of them. A single Insecticon listened more often than not to one powerful, basic motivator: his tank.
Slow as molasses, well aware quick motion is far more noteworthy that slow progress, Shockwave backed away further into the spaces behind the crates and boxes. He needed a specific bit of containment, for all that it would probably remain so only for a few minutes. He needed one of the diamagnetic crates he'd just about emptied of its contents earlier. With the storage area at its lowest ebb of activity, he was fairly certain the crate would still be there... and there it was.
All he needed was some bait, and the means to set the trap without being overt about it.
Shockwave could be terrifyingly stealthy; he just rarely if ever tried to be.
There would be no obvious sign of anyone's presence there. Just a sudden release of steam, a low clatter, and a small box rolled down to the floor, bursting partially open and releasing a small fan of small, random pieces. They were not big and, in fact, Shockwave had acquired them for that very same reason - they were shards of rare metals, gleaming from their exposure to so many levels of energon radiance, dregs from his construction of a small refining mill in his lab.
Now it was a matter of watching, and waiting and wondering if such a box of bite-sized snacks held more appeal than a rusted pipe segment.
Yes, it could be hard to find a spot to hide that much mech in a pinch, and Shockwave had no particular knack for disappearing from plain sight. But in the dim lighting of the 'Nemesis', and the even dimmer and fairly busy confines of the storage areas, something as darkly colored as him might as well have been part of the decor. Particularly if he held still and pulled in his field, and probably only one mech on board the warship could have played that game better than him.
Field tight, optic turned away and as motionless as any one of the crates around them, Shockwave had been watching Waspinator since the Insecticon had picked up his snack in a fit of pique.
Shockwave had done his share of research on Insecticons, of course. They lent themselves exceptionally well to complex research, there always being so many of them that plenty of variables could be added, followed, compared against control groups. He had rarely seen one that was both alone and... sensible. If there was a hive presence on board the 'Nemesis', several project that had gone filed under 'Unfinished/No Resources" might be discreetly inched back onto the table. But if there were a hive present, however small, the Insecticon was not giving the small clues one usually connected with such.
It was both good and bad, in a fashion. Bad, because Lord Megatron would most certainly miss a lone Insecticon warrior if there was no rank-and-file to hide the loss. Good, because a single Insecticon was always much easier to deal with than a host of them. A single Insecticon listened more often than not to one powerful, basic motivator: his tank.
Slow as molasses, well aware quick motion is far more noteworthy that slow progress, Shockwave backed away further into the spaces behind the crates and boxes. He needed a specific bit of containment, for all that it would probably remain so only for a few minutes. He needed one of the diamagnetic crates he'd just about emptied of its contents earlier. With the storage area at its lowest ebb of activity, he was fairly certain the crate would still be there... and there it was.
All he needed was some bait, and the means to set the trap without being overt about it.
Shockwave could be terrifyingly stealthy; he just rarely if ever tried to be.
There would be no obvious sign of anyone's presence there. Just a sudden release of steam, a low clatter, and a small box rolled down to the floor, bursting partially open and releasing a small fan of small, random pieces. They were not big and, in fact, Shockwave had acquired them for that very same reason - they were shards of rare metals, gleaming from their exposure to so many levels of energon radiance, dregs from his construction of a small refining mill in his lab.
Now it was a matter of watching, and waiting and wondering if such a box of bite-sized snacks held more appeal than a rusted pipe segment.