Thanatos – Medical lab, inside sealed cupboard.Mal Practice sat back on his makeshift chair and rubbed his temples. His optics were disengaged and the room was pitch black, but he was free from unwanted distractions like communication screens, medical reports and – most importantly - patients. This made it the perfect place for him to focus his skills and practice the finer points of his surgical art in
extreme conditions. He had been aware of a scuffle outside a while ago, but as this was a Decepticon ship and all had been quiet for the last few weeks (...months?) he figured that either it had been sorted out or everyone was dead. Either way as long as it gave him time to study and work he didn't care.
Mind you, Pych hadn't checked in for a while either, maybe he’d better take a quick look at his messages.
You have 52,861 unread messages.“Ugh. Filter messages by urgency, priority 1 and 2 only, delete all others.”
You have 26, 030 unread messages.“Hmmm. Scan and select all messages with the following key words: ‘Orders’, ‘Instructions’, ‘Emergency’, ‘Imperative’ (Shockwave loved that one) and ‘Command’ ...Delete all.”
You have 43 unread messages.That’s better... now let’s see.... Junk, junk, junk, cat pictures? Ugh,Psychout and his dumb earth internet obsession. Ah, here we go,
“Where the slagging slag are you, you slagger!!1!”. That’ll be him.
Hmmm. Fallen, Prowl, blah blah blah, Shockwave, Golems, blah blah bah, Landgrab ...oh, and A CONSTRUCTICON OVER A MILLION FEET TALL... Now that changes
everything.
Mal Practice dropped the pristine arm he had constructed back on the cases he was using as a table and re-engaged his optics, flooding the room with their blue light, one of the many indications of his faction allegiance prior to his expulsion from the Autobots. He inspected his illuminated work, and (as always!) it was flawless.
Even working in absolute darkness by touch alone. I really am that good! Humility never had been his strongest asset.
But now it was time to follow Psych down to that mudball, away from his studies and his peace and quiet to investigate this new colossus and 'Fallen' phenomenon, but first...
let’s see what’s been going on in my lab over the last few months. He exited his confinement and found his path blocked by a ton of scrap just strewn around the lab up against the door. Barging it aside, he stepped urgently towards the Medical bays computer array acting as if he had always been there but the lab appeared empty.
>>>Uh, boss, this is Mal... a green and purple giant you say? Well, there’s few flecks of bodywork here and there, but these guys were careful and the medical drones and vidscopes have been wiped, if they were used at all. A few instrument calibrations have anomalous readings and this place definitely smells of Mixmaster, but there’s been a lot going on up here apparently, so we'll get nothing from here.<<<
He double checked his protocols on the complex medical computers, he was still listed as senior medical operative. He pushed his luck and accessed the medical files of the Constructicons. Scrappers was above his authority level, but he could puzzle that one out later, the rest of them were laid bare before him, but no new information on any modifications, interconnectivity, synchronisation routines, neural linkages... these guys had been
really careful, but that was expected of a unit like that. He scrolled though the patient records, there were big holes in the data, but there are other ways of finding out the rest of it. The important point is that this, right here, was a great starting block to work from.
He added copies the files to his medical database, along with his teams and a few dozen other faction members records in case his medical skills were actually needed down there and, barely able to hide his excitement, transformed into his boxcar ambulance mode and took off towards the bounce chamber at full pelt.
>>>Right, the Contructicons were definitely working up here, but they were very careful. Whatever they did was off the record, but I’ve got what I can on them as it’ll give us a good start. I’ll be down with you shortly, try and kill ‘em all
before I get there this time...<<<
As he hit the bounce chamber, it occurred to him that the whole ship was rather quiet. Surely he should have passed someone on the drive there? What exactly was going on dow-
*BAMF*