by Marcus Rush » Thu Feb 18, 2016 11:29 pm
- Weapon: Automatic Acid-Pellet Gun
Shuttle Longevity: Torpedo Bay
A brief smirk tugged at his lips as he toggled a few controls at the forward terminal as a stream of data came trickling down from the bridge one deck above. A pair of cables, mirrored on either side of each of the newly designed torpedoes, snaked down from their portals and slipped carefully into designated ports. They twisted into place and secured themselves tight as their new directives were carried out.
Sunstreaker immediately retrieved a data pad from one of the charging ports located along the starboard bulkhead. He thumbed through the flow of data with his right hand as he tapped a hyper spanner against his left shoulder. New arming instructions were filtered through security protocols, leaving him with only the basics needed to activate the weapons and prepare them for potential launch.
The golden warrior spun the spanner in hand and, as the instructions ordered, slipped the tool into the appropriate receptacle of the first device. As the cables pumped fuel, telemetry data, star chart data, and quantum phase variance signature data into the on board tactical computers... the fourth part narrowly piquing Sunstreaker's interest on a more primal level with regards to what exactly these weapons were designed for, Sunstreaker himself began using the spanner to make necessary adjustments to prepare the warheads for arming.
It took all of ten minutes for Sunstreaker to finish the adjustments to the two transphasic prototypes, a testament to the quality and care Ironfist had invested in the development of these new weapons. Once he was satisfied each device matched the requisite specifications on the data slate, he returned it to the starboard charging port.
Combat Shuttle Longevity: Bridge
Sunstreaker emerged from the lower decks with a mocking stretch and an exaggerated yawn as the doors separating the bridge from the passenger cabin parted. "Well that was certainly beneath my talents," he quipped. His optics immediately absorbed the visible readings on the barely covered sensor monitor at Sandstorm's station. He paused in place as his mind began to absorb the signals that were replayed over and over on a nigh endless loop.
He said nothing more as he by passed Noise and Arclight, only grunting an acknowledgement to the former, as he resumed his placement at the tactical position on the bridge. Immediately upon closing the access port that would have granted the louder cassette access to the combat systems of the shuttle, if the need were to arise, Sunstreaker began usurping sensor control temporarily from Sandstorm. He began entering a complex series of commands into the sensors to verify the initial rumors and commotion he had caught upon entering the bridge. "You know, if you four had spent more time actually narrowing down those comm signals to a proper point of origin, instead of diving down memory file lane for the sake of someone not versed in modern mythology, we would have already been docking with Omega Supreme by now." His voice was laced with his standard sarcasm and a hint of irritation as he entered command after string of command into his own assigned terminal.
Immediately the helm control console went dark as command of the ship's navigation was shifted to the tactical computer. Sunstreaker would tune out the eventual protests of his younger brother, but time was not entirely a luxury they had in abundance... and besides they had wasted far too much time discussing the historical notes of Omega Supreme rather than actively seeking out the true source of the signal. Sunstreaker then diverted command and control from Navigation in order to bolster his tactical analysis of where the signal had originated. Without waiting orders, he tossed up a stellar cartography map upon the forward view screen. A second later it zoomed in onto the Sol System. He immediately cross checked navigational records with the sensor readings and communications logs.
Seconds later the golden warrior had a course plotted into the main navigational computer and the engines at maximum burn. The bridge shuddered only marginally as the powerful engines of the combat shuttle forced the small ship to full impulse, driving passed the orbits of the Jovian kings of Jupiter and Saturn. As the navigational plot shifted, updating every other minute showing the relationship of the Longevity to the source of the distress call, Sunstreaker began updating the comm chatter and filtering into a narrow band transmission burst directed back along the shuttle's ion trail to the Guardian's receivers. Another usurped task that would have been best taken care of by the communications officer, but Sunstreaker had little patience of mind. He was getting restless and his impatience was beginning to grate beneath the very surface of his carefully schooled features.
Ignoring the protests of his fellow Autobots, Sunstreaker allowed his fingers to dance over the console controls... adjusting courses where and when necessary to avoid potential impacts by interstellar debris or radiation fronts from eons lost solar storms. Ten minutes stretched to fifteen to twenty. Finally he released helm and navigation control back to the forward terminal where his little brother sat, most likely irritated and bored, though he maintained his own link to the system. "Now that you're done arguing the divinity of Omega Supreme, we're coming up on his position now. Switching field of view forward, maximum tactical magnification." Instantly the star chart winked to nothingness to be replaced by an up close vision of Omega Supreme.
Carbon streaks and blast marks pocked the armored hull, evidence of fierce battle... a battle with something big or multiple things that were big. Sunstreaker could not help but release a sadistic grin as it tugged at the corner of his mouth plate. The amount of damage the guardian had suffered was only a prelude, a testament that there was more to come, and he would be waiting.
Before he could further marvel at the image before him, a small alarm on his panel was triggered. Sunstreaker returned his gaze to the tactical screen as a thin wisp of copper began to trace at the fringes of sensor range. Deftly Sunstreaker began filtering out background radiation and orbital debris paths that lead from the Keiper belt towards the inner portion of the solar system.
As the automated pilot brought the Longevity closer to Omega's nearest air lock, Sunstreaker began to realign the shield emitters of the shuttle. A momentary thump soon reverberated throughout the ship as the docking boon extended between the shuttle and latched onto Omega Supreme. "Sandstorm. Adjust sensor frequency to Lam El Four Seven. Filter with known impulse ion signatures. Getting some readings that aren't registering as 'naturally occurring'." He looked over at his shoulder at Sideswipe and Springer. "Oh and final docking procedures are almost done. If I waited for you two, we'd be nothing but piles of intergalactic rust."
OoC: Moving us along was agreed to by crew.
