by Devastron » Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:54 am
- Weapon: Energo-Sword
The Trion — Bridge
Grimlock idly worked some of the controls on the command chair while listening to the various comments from the other Dinobots. He was only paying cursory attention to his surroundings however. He had no doubt that Swoop would be able to fly the ship; he had flown much worse then a brand new state of the art warship. The Dinobot flier would likely relish the opportunity to fly the ship. The Dinobot leader hoped that Slag could find some sort of amusement with whatever vast amount of weaponry the ship had to offer. He trusted Snarl to gather whatever information he needed to help run the ship. Sludge….he just hoped Sludge wouldn’t break anything.
No, Grimlock wasn’t worried about his Dinobots, what occupied his thoughts now was the next step in their plan. They had managed to gain access to the ship with little difficulty, now they were learning how to control it. The next step would be seizing it and getting it out of the dock facility. Even with the high security that the dock had around the Trion he had little doubt that the Dinobots could pull it off using their standard methods. Between the raw strength and power they each possessed and with the warship at their command he doubted whether there was anyone who could stop them.
The problem was the standard methods employed by the Dinobots involved a considerable amount of destruction and casualties. Grimlock wasn’t about to use those methods against fellow Autobots. Undoubtedly there would be some physicality required, a guard or two knocked out and thrown overboard. They had already done that much when they had stolen the ship back on Earth. Dinging up some craniums and bruising some egos was all part and parcel for how the Dinobots usually got along with other Autobots so that was nothing unusual. Unfrotunately it was looking like more then that would be required for them to get away with the Trion, but he wasn’t about to damage Autobots and Autobot facilities just to get this warship on the frontlines. He wasn’t going to help the war effort by first doing serious damage to the Autobot cause.
Few people had ever accused Grimlock of being a master strategist. While he was certainly capable of developing larger, grander, long term strategies he rarely had the patience to do so. He had seen too many large strategies destroyed in the opening moments of a battle to put too much stock into them. His true skill lay in the thick of battle, grappling with sudden changes of circumstance. While slicing and hacking through enemy lines he would always be watching, looking for that one critical mistake, that one crucial opening that he could exploit. The Dinobot leader had won more then a few battles by quick thinking and changing tactics in the middle of combat.
Now as Grimlock sat in the command chair of the Trion he pondered the situation they were in now. Tapping into the ship’s communication systems from his chair he listened in to the stream of traffic and reports going on around the station. He wasn’t as skilled as other Autobots at sorting out the data, but he knew what he was looking for. He was going to sniff out the opening that he needed, no matter how small it might be, and exploit it fully. All he needed was the slightest crack and he would slip this ship and his Dinobots through it and be halfway back to Earth before anyone could stop him.
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Swoop smiled at Cloudburst. “Sounds pretty interesting. Think I will have to try it myself.” The bombardier began fiddling with the controls at the helm. He was used to be the ambassador for the Dinobots, the token ‘friendly’ one. He always figured this was partially because of his more amiable personality and partially because he was the smallest of the giant Dinobots. Other Autobots could almost consider him ‘normal’ sized. The thought brought a smirk to his face.
Of course he could never fit in with regular Autobots. First of all he was a flier and that fact alone separated him from a vast majority of Autobots, most of whom where just regular ground pounders. You’d think then that he might fit in better with say the Aerialbots or some of the other Autobot fliers, but you would be dead wrong. Fliers it seemed, whether they be Bot or Con, all seemed to be very cocky and obsessed with dogfighting and out flying each other. Swoop was more interested in bombing Cons then bragging and looking pretty like so many other fliers. He was certainly a skill flier, but he would rather brag about how many Cons he had blown to bits in his last divebomb attack then talk about how the awesome barrel roll he had performed was.
In the end Swoop was a Dinobot through and through. Sure he wasn’t quite like his teammates, but they needed and appreciated him like no one else would, even if they wouldn’t admit it. Everyone could use a pair of optics in the sky, and air support was always welcome. Pluse, who was going to fly these ships if he wasn’t around? It wasn’t like Grimlock had the patience for all of them to walk everywhere.
Speaking of ships, it was time to see how these fancy new controls worked. Swoop slid his hands into the opening where he could feel the connections to him and the ship being made. In a flash a whole new heads up display appeared on his optics. He could see all of the helm readouts directly on his optics. Engine power, thruster control, heading, speed, heck, there was even a fuel reading. “Well this is nice so far, handy to have all of the readings directly on your optics, less having to look back and forth.” Swoop chuckled a bit.
“So how do you actually do anything with it though? Do I have to still work the controls or do I just think it and it happens?” As a test he concentrated on one of the minor thrusters, imagining it giving a brief one second burst. In an odd sensation he could feel the thruster igniting for that brief second, sending him into a serious of laughs. “Oh this is great! The things I could do with this system!” He turned to look at the other Dinobots, Grimlock in particular. “Boss, with this system I could even make a beast of a ship like this sit up and do a dance for you. Its going to handle like a dream.”