Ep1 – “Attack, Attack” – Open
Apr 22, 2012 20:38:49 GMT -5
Post by bumblebee on Apr 22, 2012 20:38:49 GMT -5
The power core was located mid-decks. The structure, as provided by Sniper and in alignment with warships of this particular make and model, was a three tiered system – power core, quantum generator, and the main engines. Of the three, the power core and quantum generator were of almost universal design, the core powering primarily either the engines or the quantum drive at any given time. The quantum generator powered the faster-than-light jumps that allowed interstellar travel and point to point warping necessary to any warship that served inter-galactic military services. The main engines took care of real-time navigation and handling in atmo and gravity and it would be these engines and the drive core that powered them that Bumblebee would be targeting.
The scout-bot took off running from the groundbridge drop point, hurdling down the corridors and dropping from a full root-mode spring into the wheels and engine roar of his alt. He hit 80 MPH in an instant, tearing up hall taking a hard right, right, fishtailed around a left-hand turn and shot down the narrow funnel of a maintenance corridor before somersaulting into his root mode at the main doors to the power core. The flashing red door panel indicated emergency lock was in place. Nope. Not gonna give Soundwave any reason to send troopers this way. Bumblebee pulled up the schematics Sniper had given him, ran a cross reference and ran down the hall, found a ventilation shaft and shot it open, dropping to his hands and knees and crawling into the space, door wings flipping down as he proceeded along.
Claxons rattled through the vents and wiring, loud. Explosions rocked sections of the ship. Bumblebee ignored it, ignored it, focused on his mission. He checked his map again, then punched through a sheet of thin metal below him, kicking out the paneling and peering down into the chamber below. Yawning wide under him was a dark, massive atrium lit only by the massive neon blue tubes diverging out along the walls from the top of a bloated cylinder the size of a building. A crane arm, like a claw in a human arcade game, hung over a fuel cube slot at its base. All around the core were stacked glowing crates of raw energon ore, magnetized boxes holding them in place. Enough fuel to power this ship for centuries and it pissed him off because he’d seen his friends go near on empty on this planet
He tapped two fingers to his helm.
::Jazz, checking in. Objective in site. Planting charges in the power core. Requesting tactical ground bridge if possible.:: He dropped down, hanging by one hand from the vent before swinging himself onto a narrow ledge that ran the circumference of the power core at its middle. He crouched there, digging into his subspace for Rattrap's 'gifts' to the Cons. :: There’s a lot of energon in here I’d like to steal/repossess/borrow in a permanent fashion if Arcee isn’t already clearing their main vault.::
((OOC: Any con that wants to stop Bee before he trashes all the things, feel free. <3 No reply from Jazz needed, but it wouldn’t hurt either.))
The scout-bot took off running from the groundbridge drop point, hurdling down the corridors and dropping from a full root-mode spring into the wheels and engine roar of his alt. He hit 80 MPH in an instant, tearing up hall taking a hard right, right, fishtailed around a left-hand turn and shot down the narrow funnel of a maintenance corridor before somersaulting into his root mode at the main doors to the power core. The flashing red door panel indicated emergency lock was in place. Nope. Not gonna give Soundwave any reason to send troopers this way. Bumblebee pulled up the schematics Sniper had given him, ran a cross reference and ran down the hall, found a ventilation shaft and shot it open, dropping to his hands and knees and crawling into the space, door wings flipping down as he proceeded along.
Claxons rattled through the vents and wiring, loud. Explosions rocked sections of the ship. Bumblebee ignored it, ignored it, focused on his mission. He checked his map again, then punched through a sheet of thin metal below him, kicking out the paneling and peering down into the chamber below. Yawning wide under him was a dark, massive atrium lit only by the massive neon blue tubes diverging out along the walls from the top of a bloated cylinder the size of a building. A crane arm, like a claw in a human arcade game, hung over a fuel cube slot at its base. All around the core were stacked glowing crates of raw energon ore, magnetized boxes holding them in place. Enough fuel to power this ship for centuries and it pissed him off because he’d seen his friends go near on empty on this planet
He tapped two fingers to his helm.
::Jazz, checking in. Objective in site. Planting charges in the power core. Requesting tactical ground bridge if possible.:: He dropped down, hanging by one hand from the vent before swinging himself onto a narrow ledge that ran the circumference of the power core at its middle. He crouched there, digging into his subspace for Rattrap's 'gifts' to the Cons. :: There’s a lot of energon in here I’d like to steal/repossess/borrow in a permanent fashion if Arcee isn’t already clearing their main vault.::
((OOC: Any con that wants to stop Bee before he trashes all the things, feel free. <3 No reply from Jazz needed, but it wouldn’t hurt either.))