- Motto: "If the ends justify the means, then life is just about as meaningless to you than the cause you think so highly of."
- Weapon: Rapid-Fire Sonic Shell Cannons
OoC: Rested up, and ready for some action! Especially after the dog show that came out of nowhere. From Halo 4: "Shall we get back to work?" "I thought you'd never ask."
Gulf of Mexico -- Astrotrain's Hanger
To say Waspinator wasn't thrilled with going out into water was beyond an understatement. Naturally, as an Insecticon flier, he found it rather ostentatious to have a job to swim up to the oil rig. Infiltration protocol was something that really limited their abilities to an annoying degree sometimes. Although, he was happy to have a somewhat safe job to be the one to cut off the communications while Astrotrain and Octane fill up Energon Cubes.
At Astrotrain's order, Waspinator engaged the airlock, took one last breath of fresh... Whatever was in Astrotrain at the time, and he activated the airlock door, letting water flood the room from the floor panels. Feeling the swirling mass of warm Florida water, Waspinator felt his wings dampen with each drop. He was thankful, at least, that the natural oil that coated his wings prevented them from being completely useless when he leaves the dark abyss of the Gulf. The pressure equalized with the ocean outside, the Insecticon opened the door and began flitting his wings like fins. He had swam before -- and by "swam", it was more like a "controlled drown" after he had been blasted by Autobot anti-aircraft.
Within seconds, the wasp had propelled himself toward the rig, and one of the support struts along with it. Clutching the strut with his tri-fingered hands and his insectoid grippers on his toes, he began to crawl on the strut like a disturbing scene out of a bad horror movie. Feeling the light shine on him from the surface, Waspinator began to slow his speedy ascent, making his ascension clean, quiet and very relieving for Waspinator. Almost immediately, the Insecticon transformed into his compact wasp mode and began to fly upwards. Waspinator noticed how the humans went about their business and their work. Feeling the rumble of machinery and the low hum of electronics, Waspinator tuned his senses to try to find where the comm was...
Destination found, the Decepticon flew over the workers, who, from above, looked all the same with their yellow hardhats and boots, topped off by their blue jumpsuits. Waspinator made sure to fly high over the particularly grumpy looking ones. Hearing the electrical static grow louder, the Insecticon flew faster toward it's source. Ahead of him was his destination.
The antennae was on top of a concrete block -- no, building -- ahead of him. It was large enough to hold a couple of people, so he'd have to work fast. Landing atop the antennae, the Insecticon fired one of his stinger harpoons at the base of the antennae, and in a flash of sparks, the metal rod began to twist at the angle of it's lost strut. As Waspinator fluttered away, the radio fell onto the deck with a loud clang. It would look like an accident, that a bit of an equipment malfunction or something.
It was time.
>>Coazzt all clear, letzz make zzome Energonzz!<< Waspinator said enthusiastically over the comm to Octane and Astrotrain.