- Motto: "The Blackest Night Falls from the skies,
The darkness grows as all light dies,
We crave your hearts and your Demise
by my Black Hand-- --The Dead shall rise!"
- Weapon: Sniper Rifle
(OOC:Apologies for my absence, its a long story, am also posting for Baneblade who's laptop appears to require an exorcism...)
Gifford National Park Military Base, 1 hour ago.
"...SOLDIER, I SAID DO IT NOW!!" Vindicator's rapport with the gate guard was effective, the siege master was a mech of many words when it was needed and he had the most military experience and knew how to get guards active, but this wasnt the time for conversation. The spooked guard panicked at first, but relaxed when the blank-expression of the facsimile staff sergeant relieved the confused grunt from his post and took over the exchange. He waved the tank and prototype military humvee through and watched expressionless as Crueljaw and Vindicator rolled into the compound and pulled up. Psychout, hidden away in his altmode, was handed over to the staff sergeant for upload into the bases dataset to allow him full control of the facility and 'stage one' was officially complete.
He lost sight of his team mates as he was placed roughly into a pocket and passed from personnel to personnel. He made a mental note to make sure these meatsacks knew what it was like to be shoved inside a giant holdall, and eventually - after much persuasion - managed to get himself connected to the central computer system. He began to settle in exploring the data before him and the milliseconds felt like hours as he mined away at the encryption layers like peeling the layers off an over-armoured Autobot onion and set about his task. Most of this shouldn't take long, these fleshbags just aren't prepared for a robotic space alien cyber-attack, heh. Periodically he found files that even he didn't recognise, but as Cybertronians have been here on Sol-3 for a while now it wasn't a surprise, it would just take a while longer to decipher them, the rest was ridiculously easy.
The cassettes triumphant train of thought was disturbed briefly by Landgrabs beacon as the new mech arrived on earth. Odd, I wasn't expecting anyone else he mused, Contemptor and Mal Practice were due to join in time, but that wasn't for a while yet. Lets see who the boss has sent..? but before he could reply Crueljaw had established contact and given Landgrab their location. Excellent, he thought, saves me a job, and he plunged his conciousness back into the computer system, not wanting to waste any more time.
Gifford National Park Military Base. Now.
"Landgrab, this is Psychout, in command of this mission and facility. You will rendezvous with Vindicator who will brief you when you arrive. Ensure your hard-light avatar is active and in the correct military attire, and we commence stage 2 shortly, until then you can stand down, and Crueljaw will establish your security clearance for mission access once you present your orders."
So engrossed was he in he in his data mining, Psychout had barely registered Landgrab's arrival at the base and so his welcome speech to the new arrival was briefer than he would have liked. Psychout angled a security camera to take a good look at their new team mate. Nope, definitely don't recognise him, but as its time to report in I can double check. Information operatives liked to know all the facts and Psychout, especially, hated being in the dark. Needless to say, the Decepticon army was huge and without access to the Thanatos' personnel files this Landgrab could be anyone, and he didn't get where he was today by blindly trusting 'anyone'.
He carefully selected a frequency that was least used and as secure as was possible using this cup-and-string level of technology, confident that if Shockwave himself was unable to receive it Soundwave would be able to pick it up and (hopefully) pass it along. Damn he hated that monotone yes-droid.
>>Psychout to Commander Shockwave>>
>>Infiltration of Sol-3 has been achieved with 100% success, Sir. Location is secluded and sparsely populated and fit all criteria for a secure outpost. Insertion team are in position to begin reinforcement of infiltration protocols here and key facsimiles have been activated, ETA's at facility between 26 minutes and and 14 terran days. Will continue to monitor Sol-3 transmissions and broadcast networks for possible protocol breaches before securing facility for re-use and transport to Razorclaws location. Please advise should you require and alteration to the mission brief, and to confirm the ID and designation of the support unit that has just arrived, to enable access to security protocols.<<
It was nearing nightfall. Darkfire was in position in a hangar. Vindicator and Crueljaw were in position adjacent to the breach in the old collapsed base entrance and Landgrab had just rumbled into place with a few hours to spare. He summoned the Staff Sergeant to come and collect him to return him to Crueljaws cab, but not before accessing the medical journals and sending the information packet over to Darkfire. "Darkfire, this should be what you need on the organics physiognomy, and your facsimile looks like it will be first one to arrive, just prior to nightfall. Upon its arrival, it should report to the gate and be sent directly to you. We move into the ruined base in approximately 85 minutes."
As the facsimile arrived to transport him back to Crueljaw, he established a remote link with the fileserver to allow him to manipulate the system from range. Links like this were never that effective and he know that any major changes would involve a full integration, but it will save time for the mundane tasks. Then removing all traces of his activity within the system, he duplicated a couple of the file blocks he didn't recognise for later decryption and allowed himself to be pocketed once again, only being brought back into the fading evening light as he was handed to Crueljaws avatar and set back down on his partners passenger seat.
"Well 'Jaws, that's the boring part over with, are you ready to see what's in Aladdin's cave?"