- Motto: "I can totally prove that I'm not a zombie! Just lean over hear, and let me take a little nibble out of your brains."
- Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
Foolish of Prowl to leave the armory unprotected., Red Alert thought as he located a new high-energy particle beam rifle to replace the one he had left on the Ark-22, It'll be too late when he realizes his error, when I bring him to justice for trying to take control of the Autobots like this..... unless this is part of his plan! Slaggit, maybe he wanted me to come here, put me in a false sense of security while he sends his mechs to surround me! Maybe-
Red Alert's paranoid train of thought was interrupted when he received a communication from Jazz. Apparently the special ops director had taken it upon himself to look over security footage rather than chase after Rodimus and his group. Or perhaps that's what Jazz wanted him to think.
You leave me and then claim to have found something interesting. If Prowl wasn't keeping a constant eye on me I would have gone there myself, but I have to keep on the move.... Perhaps Jazz managed to neutralize security around the area, but it could also be yet another trap set for me..... And what about Bluestreak's claims of a cyber-rat infestation? I can't just abandon that....
Loading cartridges into his new rifle, Red Alert was growing increasingly restless and frustrated. Every astrosecond came new evidence, new leads, but nothing concrete to tell him the exact nature of the conspiracy, creating more and more questions and fewer answers.
If there's anywhere that would give me some concrete answers, it's the camera depot. Seeing the surveillance footage is exactly what I need to figure this all out, and hopefully come up with a plan to put an end to all of it. And if it is a trap, at least now I'm better armed.
After holstering his rilfe, Red Alert grabbed a few extra missiles for his launcher, then headed out the armory door. He opened a secure comm-line to the special ops director.
>>Understood, Jazz. I'm on my way.<<
Red Alert transformed to his car mode, and drove down the hallway.
After hearing Sideswipe make a case on Bluestreak's behalf, followed by the gunner's own upset response, Hoist had to nod in shameful agreement. His offer of invasive surgery had been uncalled for, even if it was intended as a joke. Even if the gunner's headache had been self-inflicted and far from life threatening, the green mech should have simply taken care of him, it would have only taken a few astroseconds after all.
"I'm terribly sorry, Bluestreak.", Hoist apologized sincerely, "These past few cycles have been rough on all of us.", though Hoist was referring mainly to Optimus Prime's disappearance, his earlier assault from the Dinobots was still fresh in his memory banks.
Giving a small nod to Sideswipe as the red warrior buddied up with Bluestreak, Hoist turned around and went to a series of compartments against the wall, where number of pharmaceuticals were kept.
"Let's see, let's see....", Hoist said to himself as he looked over the compartments, opening one of the small automated cabinets and looking over the various bottles within, "Ah there it is!"
Hoist retracted the scalpel on his left arm, and extended out a metal clamp which he used to grab one of the larger bottles, opened it and carefully poured two yellow pills into his hand. After closing the bottle, putting it back and shuttting the compartment, he went back to the gunner and handed the two yellow pills to him.
"Here you are, Bluestreak, these should relieve the pain until you've burned off that excess energon. I hope you'll forgive my earlier behavour."
Once Bluestreak had been given the pill, Hoist took a look at Sideswipe, who had already mentioned having an injury of his own. Motioning for the red warrior to seperate from his supposed new best friend, Hoist carefully took hold of the bitten arm to get a closer look.
"My word, how did this happen Sideswipe?", the mechanic asked as he scanned for any kind of infection, "I'm no expert, but it looks like either you got into a tussle with Ravage, or we may have a cyber-rat infestation here."
Hallway- Camera Depot
Red Alert was very relieved to find no resistance whatsoever as he drove down the hallways. To him it seemed that in tranferring so many mechs to the Ark-22, Prowl had left the Guardian mostly desserted and poorly guarded.
For such an intelligent mech, he's certainly been sloppy with this entire operation.
The security director screeched to a halt and transformed to his robot mode as he reached the door to the surveillance room. Giving a quick scan of the area, he opened the door and jumped in, immediately shutting the door behind it. Just in case, he entered in an overly long security code to keep the doors locked from anyone outside. He then turned to the special ops director, who was looking over the various monitors.
"All right, Jazz. What have you found?"