[Ep 1] - Big Brother [Closed - Solo]
Nov 2, 2013 18:29:50 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2013 18:29:50 GMT -5
(( This will likely be updated as the spy starts picking away at things, which may also help keep me within the activity limit here as he may be awkward to pick into any old thread. Also, this depends on MECH activity during the current episode, so it may span a few days. I liek 1P off-shot threads. :3 ))
A hushed silence fell over the bridge when the looming, jagged shadow appeared through the doorway. Idle chatter and stories passed between the Vehicon control team were immediately silenced as they took startled glances at their superior officer, then quickly and frantically returned to their control panels and proceeded to look busy. One that caught the eye of the looming presence appeared to be playing some kind of game on his panel... a simple human creation he'd probably pulled from the database. And the trooper thought he wouldn't notice.
Soundwave disregarded their idiocy for now. He'd returned from his patrol run and had priority projects to attend to.
While he always kept his familiar, stoic composure, the mech had been on edge for the last few cycles. Lord Megatron had disappeared once again, and Commander Starscream was being... well, Starscream. It unnerved him to no end that the second-in-command was keeping to himself lately, and it appeared that he was starting to catch on to Soundwave's monitoring techniques. Not that the communications officer was concerned; he was more than capable of dealing with his lame attempts at treachery.
It just made him want to stuff the Seeker's quarters full of scraplets. If he had the capacity to, Soundwave might've had a laugh with that notion.
As he passed the unruly troopers, Soundwave regarded playing off a few staccato tones just to make them squirm. He kept silent, and skulked to his station on the opposite side of the command center and jacked himself in, his coils adjusting themselves into their ports. He was at home here, and so long as he was plugged in, he heard, saw.... felt the entirety of the ship. For the time, it was almost as if he was the Nemesis.
To no particular surprise to him, the freshly updated databanks still produced little trace of his priority targets. MECH activity was scarce, save for a few fanatical, isolated rantings on the global "Internet" network. In a few moments, Soundwave was easily able to deduce the locations of these individuals from network addresses, but there was no point in seeking them out; it was apparent that they were low-ranked, defunct former agents with petty grudges. They were marked for future reference, and his attention turned elsewhere.
Then there were the Autobots... They were a particularly irritating project. He knew their operations were in the "Arizona" territory; there were a higher concentration of sightings, however infrequent they were. He simply didn't know where. Any whiff of them, a conspiracy site photo, an audio frequency, a transmission... anything would brighten his day in the simplest means.
Nothing.
... Lord Megatron would not be pleased with the lack of progress.
... Speaking of, there was that third, more immediate concern. Decepticon communication channels had logged a brief groundbridge spike near an old mine, preceded by a short, two-way transmission that hadn't been tracked. He hadn't been made aware of the commander's departure, or of any plans he had to do so today. Soundwave was concerned for his leader, yes. But did he dare raise such a thing to him? Perhaps upon his return.
He wasn't comfortable with some of the implications, that's for sure...
A hushed silence fell over the bridge when the looming, jagged shadow appeared through the doorway. Idle chatter and stories passed between the Vehicon control team were immediately silenced as they took startled glances at their superior officer, then quickly and frantically returned to their control panels and proceeded to look busy. One that caught the eye of the looming presence appeared to be playing some kind of game on his panel... a simple human creation he'd probably pulled from the database. And the trooper thought he wouldn't notice.
Soundwave disregarded their idiocy for now. He'd returned from his patrol run and had priority projects to attend to.
While he always kept his familiar, stoic composure, the mech had been on edge for the last few cycles. Lord Megatron had disappeared once again, and Commander Starscream was being... well, Starscream. It unnerved him to no end that the second-in-command was keeping to himself lately, and it appeared that he was starting to catch on to Soundwave's monitoring techniques. Not that the communications officer was concerned; he was more than capable of dealing with his lame attempts at treachery.
It just made him want to stuff the Seeker's quarters full of scraplets. If he had the capacity to, Soundwave might've had a laugh with that notion.
As he passed the unruly troopers, Soundwave regarded playing off a few staccato tones just to make them squirm. He kept silent, and skulked to his station on the opposite side of the command center and jacked himself in, his coils adjusting themselves into their ports. He was at home here, and so long as he was plugged in, he heard, saw.... felt the entirety of the ship. For the time, it was almost as if he was the Nemesis.
To no particular surprise to him, the freshly updated databanks still produced little trace of his priority targets. MECH activity was scarce, save for a few fanatical, isolated rantings on the global "Internet" network. In a few moments, Soundwave was easily able to deduce the locations of these individuals from network addresses, but there was no point in seeking them out; it was apparent that they were low-ranked, defunct former agents with petty grudges. They were marked for future reference, and his attention turned elsewhere.
Then there were the Autobots... They were a particularly irritating project. He knew their operations were in the "Arizona" territory; there were a higher concentration of sightings, however infrequent they were. He simply didn't know where. Any whiff of them, a conspiracy site photo, an audio frequency, a transmission... anything would brighten his day in the simplest means.
Nothing.
... Lord Megatron would not be pleased with the lack of progress.
... Speaking of, there was that third, more immediate concern. Decepticon communication channels had logged a brief groundbridge spike near an old mine, preceded by a short, two-way transmission that hadn't been tracked. He hadn't been made aware of the commander's departure, or of any plans he had to do so today. Soundwave was concerned for his leader, yes. But did he dare raise such a thing to him? Perhaps upon his return.
He wasn't comfortable with some of the implications, that's for sure...