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Howlback, reporting in for room assignment and whatever counts as a briefing anymore. I need to know my current assignment as well - other then not slagging anyone, of course. How dull.
I arrived a few days ago, and as per my previous functions, I took it upon myself to evaluate base security before I made my arrival public. I may not be able to slag anyone for this, but pointing out their failings as vindictively as I can is the next best thing, I suppose.
Base Security Report
The external of the base was, perhaps, the most effective part of the security system I encountered. The greenish energy shield, while allowing me to pass (something I was rather understandably hesitant to try myself,) kept out that giant purple…thing lurking outside quiet well indeed. (Was it just me, or did that garish monstrosity look like Lord Megatron?)
Fortunately, the Gaudy Green Purple Giant didn’t spot me, as I wisely took another path around.
The ease in which I was able to slip onto ‘base’ itself was rather appalling, if I do say so myself. I am, of course, aware of the fact that the bases are allied and ick joined together, but the fact that my arrival didn’t even turn any heads was very…revealing.
The Autobot section was even easier to enter without anyone so much as looking in my direction. Probably due to the Nemesis’ locked-down status at the time, but even that wasn’t very hard to slip around. (Vents. Why do we even /have/ vents? Especially ones large enough for me to walk around in fully upright? Primus slag, I found signs of /others/ traveling through and even living in the vents!)
But as I found no signs of current habitation within the ventilation system, as well as motion and infrared sensors (all easily avoided, as they certainly didn’t take my stealth abilities into account when designing the system,) I am hoping that the threat has been taken care of by this point.
And despite my delay in revealing myself, I did do as Lord Megatron asked and sought out those disgusting little Bombshell clone drones, though I somehow missed the joined battle against them. A pity, for it sounded glorious. There were a number of them in the vents on the Nemesis, and I took out all that I encountered. Nasty little cretins, though. Some where significantly larger then Bombshell himself which I would have greatly appreciated having been informed of, as I nearly lost a foreleg in the process of learning that for myself. …they did, however, seem to be most oddly proficient in their dancing skills.
Anyway, base security is slag, and I need a room, preferably with a massive stash of energon. I’m too under-energized for this.
*Private to Lord Megatron*
Lord Megatron. I am here and I request an audience with you, or whomever you have assigned to such a task, as I am somewhat in need of a new job, thanks to this…peace…thing. Really. What am I supposed to do with my time if I can’t torture fools all day long? One can only spend so much time licking one’s self!
*Private to Glit*
Oh Gentle Spark… I assume you are likely to be in one of the medbays somewhere, probably on the Ark as the Nemesis seems to be thoroughly slagged at the moment. Some of my systems are still in need of assistance, so I’ll be seeing you shortly... Promise.
*Private to Self*
...Stop enjoying the slagging human music running through your internal audials all of the damned time, fool! Organic music is scum, and that pink human especially is an utter twit! ...But slag me if the beat isn't catchy. *tail twitches to the beat*
I arrived a few days ago, and as per my previous functions, I took it upon myself to evaluate base security before I made my arrival public. I may not be able to slag anyone for this, but pointing out their failings as vindictively as I can is the next best thing, I suppose.
Base Security Report
The external of the base was, perhaps, the most effective part of the security system I encountered. The greenish energy shield, while allowing me to pass (something I was rather understandably hesitant to try myself,) kept out that giant purple…thing lurking outside quiet well indeed. (Was it just me, or did that garish monstrosity look like Lord Megatron?)
Fortunately, the Gaudy Green Purple Giant didn’t spot me, as I wisely took another path around.
The ease in which I was able to slip onto ‘base’ itself was rather appalling, if I do say so myself. I am, of course, aware of the fact that the bases are allied and ick joined together, but the fact that my arrival didn’t even turn any heads was very…revealing.
The Autobot section was even easier to enter without anyone so much as looking in my direction. Probably due to the Nemesis’ locked-down status at the time, but even that wasn’t very hard to slip around. (Vents. Why do we even /have/ vents? Especially ones large enough for me to walk around in fully upright? Primus slag, I found signs of /others/ traveling through and even living in the vents!)
But as I found no signs of current habitation within the ventilation system, as well as motion and infrared sensors (all easily avoided, as they certainly didn’t take my stealth abilities into account when designing the system,) I am hoping that the threat has been taken care of by this point.
And despite my delay in revealing myself, I did do as Lord Megatron asked and sought out those disgusting little Bombshell clone drones, though I somehow missed the joined battle against them. A pity, for it sounded glorious. There were a number of them in the vents on the Nemesis, and I took out all that I encountered. Nasty little cretins, though. Some where significantly larger then Bombshell himself which I would have greatly appreciated having been informed of, as I nearly lost a foreleg in the process of learning that for myself. …they did, however, seem to be most oddly proficient in their dancing skills.
Anyway, base security is slag, and I need a room, preferably with a massive stash of energon. I’m too under-energized for this.
*Private to Lord Megatron*
Lord Megatron. I am here and I request an audience with you, or whomever you have assigned to such a task, as I am somewhat in need of a new job, thanks to this…peace…thing. Really. What am I supposed to do with my time if I can’t torture fools all day long? One can only spend so much time licking one’s self!
*Private to Glit*
Oh Gentle Spark… I assume you are likely to be in one of the medbays somewhere, probably on the Ark as the Nemesis seems to be thoroughly slagged at the moment. Some of my systems are still in need of assistance, so I’ll be seeing you shortly... Promise.
*Private to Self*
...Stop enjoying the slagging human music running through your internal audials all of the damned time, fool! Organic music is scum, and that pink human especially is an utter twit! ...But slag me if the beat isn't catchy. *tail twitches to the beat*