The Trion – EngineeringIt didn’t happen often but in this instance Slag felt regret after witnessing the death of the ‘Con. It wasn’t that he felt sorry, no not at all. No, he was regretful because he wasn’t the one to dispatch the miserable piece of scrap himself.
Slag let out a grumble as the shuttle exploded some distance from the
Trion. Thankfully the vessel was far enough away so as not to cause any damage to the new Autobot cruiser.
“Swoop, find auxiliary controls and give us moving! Should be some sort of back up systems here, no time to get to bridge. Snarl, find some sensors and make sure everyone getting off ship! Slag, start disconnecting ship from shipyards. Sludge, make sure everyone but Dinobots out of engineering."
The flamethrower’s attention was brought back to the Dinobot Commander with Grimlock’s new orders. Slag offered a stiff nod before he jogged toward the ship’s docking terminal. His fingers swept over the keys on the console as he began to initiate the release sequence. He wasn’t concerned as to whether or not one was capable of interfacing directly with the ship from this location; in fact he preferred a more hands out approach. Sticking one’s hands in some port….ugh…not for the flamethrower.
One last keystroke and the docking clamps began to disengage. Slag looked up and glanced in
Grimlock’s direction. “Docking clamps disengaged. Separation from platform in 2.2 breems. If you want everyone off this ship I suggest you get your afts in gear and usher them out now.”
The Trion – Medical BayThank Primus he left. Pharma ran his hand down the length of his face. It hadn’t taken long before he and Ambulon were at one another’s throat. It was no surprise. They didn’t get along and for the life of him he had no idea why he didn’t ship the medic somewhere else.
Well, he did know why….two reasons in fact. The mech was a former ‘Con. Keeping him within arm’s reach was a good way to ensure everyone remained safe. The second reason, and he’d never admit it to anyone, but Ambulon was a good medic. Not the best, but he was good.
Pharma let out a heavy sigh as he turned his optics toward the ceiling.
“Ugh. Help me Primus…” he said lowly. Shaking his head the doctor stepped into the quarantine room. He made sure, however, to disable to lock from the inside….just in case.
The doctor had just begun to store several pieces of equipment when the entire ship shook….or at least it felt as though the entire ship had been shaken. Pharma grabbed onto a nearby shelf in order to stabilize himself, but the movements only jarred him causing the shelf to come loose and fall.
He tried to shift out of the way but he wasn’t fast enough to miss the edge of the shelf. It struck him in the temple hard enough to send him down to the floor where his head slammed hard into the floor. The Pharma’s optics flickered for a moment before they grew dark and his body went slack. The ship rocked again sending a small tray toward the door. The piece of metal connected with the keypad initiating the locking sequence. The room would be off limits until Pharma woke up and reversed the locking sequence. For now he was a permanent resident on the
Trion’s maiden voyage.