Ep. 0.5 - Watching You Watching Me - Closed
Jun 3, 2012 20:08:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2012 20:08:39 GMT -5
<<This is set immediately after Cool Cats. The companion piece, Peer Pressure, happens immediately after this one, so it would go
cool cats -> Watching You Watching Me -> Peer Pressure -> Stop and Smell the Flowers 1>>
It hadn't taken Jazz long to realize that he was not the only one operating surveillance in the base. He'd first discovered it by heading to install a camera in a perfect little corner viewing an internal hallway junction near the personal quarters, scanning it as he approached only to find that it was already occupied by a tiny, obviously Cybertronian camera.
Jazz had, nonplussed, walked right passed the corner and staked it out. Later in the day, staying out of line of sight, he'd given the little spycamera a pulse of scrambling EM, then set up a camera to watch the camera. A few cycles' patience had yielded the identity of his little spybot, come to tweak his malfunctioning camera.
A bit of scanning had found that that camera was by no means the only one. The rec room. Several small, rooms that they were using as storage closets. The washracks. Jazz found one in his own oft-unused quarters and SEVERAL in Ironhide's rooms.
At that point, the picture of the situation became clear.
Jazz figured that it wasn't really part of his duty to secure all the base to keep Rattrap from his...activities...but they would obviously be upsetting and terrible for morale they ever came to light. So, Jazz decided to be discreet.
"Discreet" meant cornering Rattrap in the washracks one day while he fiddled with one of his cameras set in the wall.
"Hey," Jazz said to Rattrap's back, casually blocking the doorway.
cool cats -> Watching You Watching Me -> Peer Pressure -> Stop and Smell the Flowers 1>>
It hadn't taken Jazz long to realize that he was not the only one operating surveillance in the base. He'd first discovered it by heading to install a camera in a perfect little corner viewing an internal hallway junction near the personal quarters, scanning it as he approached only to find that it was already occupied by a tiny, obviously Cybertronian camera.
Jazz had, nonplussed, walked right passed the corner and staked it out. Later in the day, staying out of line of sight, he'd given the little spycamera a pulse of scrambling EM, then set up a camera to watch the camera. A few cycles' patience had yielded the identity of his little spybot, come to tweak his malfunctioning camera.
A bit of scanning had found that that camera was by no means the only one. The rec room. Several small, rooms that they were using as storage closets. The washracks. Jazz found one in his own oft-unused quarters and SEVERAL in Ironhide's rooms.
At that point, the picture of the situation became clear.
Jazz figured that it wasn't really part of his duty to secure all the base to keep Rattrap from his...activities...but they would obviously be upsetting and terrible for morale they ever came to light. So, Jazz decided to be discreet.
"Discreet" meant cornering Rattrap in the washracks one day while he fiddled with one of his cameras set in the wall.
"Hey," Jazz said to Rattrap's back, casually blocking the doorway.