Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jul 30, 2009 13:10:06 GMT -5
'He damn well better get to the bottom of it. He's security, on his watch or not, its his responsibility.'
After the dramatical locking and loading of his rifle blaster, Grunt left the armory with the others. As they made their way, he turned to the others to lay the game plan. 'All right, listen up. Its simple. Metalingus, me and you are going to clean up and lock down docking bay B, and lock it tight. Reaper, your special ops so your going to have a look around the area for anymore traps. Anything and I mean anything look weird, you report it. Your the one with the training that ought to be able to spot anything out of the ordinary. So keep your optics and audio's open, far as I'm concerned, someone has declared war on us!'
Dinoboss inspected the box closely. He walked out into the hall holding it in his hand. He motioned a security drone to guard the door. he punched in his security code into the drone putting the drone on complete lock down. the drone wouldn't let anyone into the room unless cleared by Dinoboss. satisfied that the room was secure, Dinoboss made his way back too the security ward to investigate the box closer.
"I'll start at the top and work my way down so I'm not in your way as you sort this mess out."
Reaper spread his wings and took off, flying up towards the ceiling of the cargo bay. He began searching the ceiling supports for anything out of the ordinary. Reaper began checking every part of the cargo bay that was accessable to him, working his way down the walls and shelves.
((OOC: Want Reaper to find anything while searching?))
Dinoboss arrived back in his office with the charred and burnt metallic object he'd found at the back of the computer console. It wasn't a very fancy office, small but adequate to his needs. In the corner at the far end stood the spectral analyzer, he'd had it moved into his office a few weeks ago to save time going down to the laboratories every time he needed to examine something.
In Cargo Bay "A", Torrent had just reunited with his commanding officer, and glitch who just pulled a face and shrugged, clearly not interested.
"I hope your journey" was safe", replied Convoy to Torrent, "Things have been relatively quiet here up until now. There's been.... an incident. A small explosion in one of the crew quarters, Shreiker was killed. At the moment we don't know if it was an accident or not, but Dinoboss is looking into as we speak. And that's why we had the shields up..."
Before Torrent could reply the stations computer blared over the tannoy:
+++ URGENT! ++++
+++ High priority alert message for Commander Noble Convoy! Report to the bridge immediately! Repeat, High priority alert message for Commander Noble Convoy! Report to the bridge immediately! +++
"It never rain but it pours....", sighed the commander, "Come on Torrent, we can talk on the way and you can tell me all about your adventures!", replied Convoy as he turned on his heel and motioned to usher the Cybertron towards the door..
Torrent followed Noble Convoy as they walked through the door and into the hallway. "Shame about Shreiker, small explosions don't normally offline unless there was somebot actualy positioned it in the right way. But I most certainly won't miss her singing thats for sure. On the note of the mission, managed to unveil quite a few little revenge schemes that would've sent the area into a civil war. So-" Torrent sighed happily folding his arms behind his head with a large smile on his faceplate "-nothing too major"
Dinoboss sat by as the spectral analyzer rebuilt the object peice by peice on his terminal screen. He watched as it began building the computer generated replica. He was going to find out what happened and then he was going to take care of whoever was responsible.
While the spectral analyzer did its thing, he began to run footage from over a week back from the security cam that was outside of shriekers door.
Last Edit: Aug 2, 2009 10:10:22 GMT -5 by Onix Solo
It would take time for Dinoboss to shift through all the footage of the security camera, just as well as the spectral analyzer would also take time to process a thorough deep scan of the object, giving DInoboss a change to shift through the footage.
At first it was all very routine, Shreiker going in and out the quarters, using her console, nothing extra-ordinary. Then he came a cross one period where Shreiker had left her quarters for quite a long period of time....
On the bridge, Convoy went to intercept the incoming message, "Torrent, activate the loud speaker from that console over there", ordered the commander, using the main terminal to interface and punching in a command code to enable access to the console nearby for Torrent.
As the Cybertron did as his commander asked, the message ran through the bridge's open speaker.
+++ comms +++
May-day, May-day. "This is a distress call from the planet Gallia to anybody that can receive this transmission. Our planet is under attack from alien invaders! We don't have the technology to sto them, someone please help us!"
Reaper heard the message and halted his search of Cargo Bay B. So far he'd found nothing out of the ordinary. He listened to the message. Reaper abandonned the search and flew down to Grunt and Metallingus.
"Sounds pretty serious. Think Noble will be sending us down there to lend a hand or evacuate?"
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Aug 6, 2009 13:09:51 GMT -5
'Hmm, good question. Lets speed things up. Metalingus, let the drones take over cleaning things up. If we have to leave then we need to make sure things are safe, lets give Reaper a hand and have a look around.'
Up till this point, Dinoboss had been watching the video sped up to save himself time. when he noticed the irregularity in shriekers pattern. he slowed the tape back to normal speed and watched it closely.
"Dinoboss, is going to love this...", comented Convoy on the command deck, "Cutting into his investigation..."
Meanwhile, Dinoboss had already discovered that Shrieker had been the one who left the mess in Cargo Bay "B", but with her untimely death any blamed seemed un-consequential now. Slowly on the monitor a dark shadowy figure moved towards Shreiker's quarters. As he went to take a closer look in "Real-time" a message from Convoy blared out across the tannoy..
+++ Station Comms +++
Fellow Cybertrons, this is Noble Convoy. A priority "5" distress signal has been recieved, we head out immediatly. All personnel are to head to the armory and collect there weapons and rendevous at Cargo bay "A", A.S.A.P.
+++ Station Comms +++
"I get the feeling it's going to be one of those solar-cycles!", sighed Convoy partly to Torrent as much as himself.
"Tch, I think you're right Bossbot...." said Torrent, leaning against the wall. "I got a sinking feeling that this is going to be more than just a small raiding party..." He murmed to himself. "Well, I'm off to obey orders and get myself geared up." He said mockingly and marched down the corridoor.
The ship's comms answered Reaper's question for him.
"Looks like the search is off. We may as well go straight to Cargo Bay A, seeing as we're already geared up."
Reaper made a quick check of his weapons. He had all of his Throwing stars. He stored them in compartments in his legs. He then pulled out his sword and checked it. The Thermo-energy blade glowed a light blue. He slipped the sword into the built-in sheath located behind his head. The hit of the sword blended in perfectly with his body.
Reaper couldn't help but wonder what they were going to be in for. Or if Dinoboss had found out what had happened to Shrieker.
Post by Jazzman Crothers on Aug 8, 2009 12:08:51 GMT -5
Grunt turned to the Drones. 'You second rate, santitation droids had better get this place in order or I'll find a airlock for the lot of you. And keep your optics open for anything wierd. Ok Reaper, Metalingus lets go!'
As the trio left, the Drones began to panic and tried to speed up their process a lot faster.
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