“You better watch yourself, Swoop. I’m not above tearing your beak off and shoving it up your aft section." The threat was very real considering it had come from Slag. The flamethrower turned his attention back to the terminal before him. His optics trailed over the expanse before they came to rest on the interface ports. “Frag. I can’t believe I’m gonna do this…" he grumbled lowly.
“Maybe everything isn’t so great on this ship. I’m reading some weird program going through the various subroutines, testing them and recording them."
Slag quickly stopped his advance and looked over his shoulder at Swoop. “Well, well, well. I guess this little tour ain’t gonna be all that boring after all." Slag chuckled darkly. The thought of an impending fight raced through his processor. The outcome: a painful death for the intruder.
It was then that Slag’s attention was drawn to the Dinobot Commander. They needed a distraction and this was perfect. Albeit unexpected but still welcome. But first he wanted to know just what kind of armaments the Trion was outfitted with.
He turned back to the terminal before him and slid his hands into the ports. Once he was integrated into the ship’s systems he brought up an inventory of the Trion’s weapons. She was packing some heavy artillery. Slag chuckled lowly as he ran through the list in his HUD more than once. “Oh baby, I think I love you."
"Slag, Snarl, with me. We heading to engineering, see if we can find who planting this program. Maybe stop him from doing worse to ship, at very least we make sure he not get away."
The sound of Grimlock calling out to him drew the enamored Dinobot’s attention back to the current situation. Someone screwing with the ship. Right. It’s game face time.
“Come on, Slag! Time to find us a spy! Crush him good and hard!" The Desert Warrior chuckled.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m comin’." Slag disengaged from the ports and made his way toward the door. He fell in step beside Grimlock and Snarl as they exited the bridge.
“This wasn’t part of the plan. Could this actually be some sort of ‘Con attack?" The flamethrower kept his voice low so only the Dinobot Commander and the desert warrior could hear. “Not that I’m against looking a gift turbohorse in the mouth, but this is just too convenient."