Well, that was none too intelligent...but it was SO worth it...

[pyrospectacle]

It is official: I am the worse infiltrator ever; I got aboard Code Red's ship by crashing into the side of the hull, and I was arrested and got landed straight into their brig without a moment's notice. Oh, it is a very, very good thing that FireWire is not with me now...he would blow every last one of his circuits had he saw just what a mess I had

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[red_code_red]

[speak of the devil; the doors hiss open and in walks Code Red and another mech in the middle of a conversation]

Wheeljack: ...wanted how many screens in here?

One for each major corridor, the cargo hold, rec room, sleeping quarters, and the major work stations.

Wheeljack: [quirking an optic ridge] That's... a lot. You sure you can keep an optic on all of that?

That's not even half of what I watch over in the main security room.

((And now for something completely different! My friend is a horrible, sick, twisted person, and it's wonderful! ))

[pyrospectacle]

[spots them both] *happily smiling + enthusiastically waving* Hi there, Eddie! Oh, and hello to you too, good sir! Might you be a friend of the darling and lovely Miss Edwina Redding?

((That is great...and you/your friend = brilliant! for that. :D ))

[red_code_red]

Wheeljack: [just gives Red a questioning look]

[sighs] My designation is Code Red. I suggest you use it.

[pyrospectacle]

[genuinely saddened] Aww...well, I'm sorry, sweetspark; some habits just refuse to go away. However, since you really do feel so strongly about this matter, I can just go back to calling you Code Red. It's no trouble for me at all; red is such a beautiful color, and what are most of our lives but endlessly shifting lines of code...

*happy little grin* Personally though, I think your nickname is almost as cute as you are. *insert ^ ^ here*

[red_code_red]

[she stiffens and there's a tell-tale "anxiety" spark shooting off her helm]

Wheeljack: [notices and pushes/guides her away from the cell door] Come on, Red. We don't need to be bothering First Aid with a blown circuit. Let's just ignore him and get to work.

He called me "cute"! [is flabbergasted and mildly flailing]

[pyrospectacle]

Oh, you're leaving already? Well, all right then. [happy wave] Bye bye, sweetie! Come back soon, if you can! I've got all the time in the world!

((Mun's note: BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!ROTFL!!! ...*catches breath* Oh, Arson...))

[red_code_red]

Wheeljack: [keeps pushing, ignoring the miniscule whimper coming out of Red] Here we go, just show me where you want me to set up the desk, and then you can go back to work.

[points to a spot on the floor, and turns to stiffly walk out]

Wheeljack: [escorts her to the door, shakes his head, and pulls in some of the equipment he left out in the hall]

Guard: [is different this time, and is on best behavior, not gonna comment, nope]

((Something tells me she's gonna end up with a blown fuse at least once before the rest of the 'Cons come.))

[pyrospectacle]

[continues watching Code Red as she walks away, fondly smiling all the while] *sighs longingly* What a femme... *insert floating hearts here*

[has a sudden thought] Ah, excuse me? *motions to all others in the room* Excuse me. Er, I do so hate to be a bother, but if I might ask...what exactly has become of my ship? I realize that while I did crash my ship into your vessel--and I am truly sorry about that; that was rather moronic and an extremely rude and undeserved thing, what I've done--I am still curious concerning the aftermath of my own cruiser. So, then...what happened to my ship?

[red_code_red]

Wheeljack: [doesn't even bother to look up from whatever he's fiddling with] It's bein' processed. Looked over for weapons, traps, homing beacons, and such. After that, and if it comes out clean, we'll either strip it down for parts or fix it up and use it for ourselves. The former's more likely, though. We don't really need another ship, but one could always use extra parts.

Guard: [is obviously green from the nervous way he looks at 'Jack] Are you sure we should be telling him this, sir? [his voice is hesitant]

Wheeljack: Eh, it's not like it's a secret, and he did ask. Politely, too. [glances over to Arson, debating on asking about his obvious infatuation with Code Red before deciding against it; it wasn't his business]

[pyrospectacle]

[clearly very unhappy with either option] *groans* Oh...but I just finished re-wiring that stove...

Well, would you at least give me back all my bookfiles? And all of my blank datapads and the free informative brochures from the recruitment office? I rather like the art styles used in the propaganda posters, but I guess you could keep those if you really wanted to...However, I really would like all my bookfiles back--they have a great deal of sentimental value, and I like reading. Really reading, especially the classics, where all the works are published, not just the digitized scans easily found by anyone online. [pleadingly] You can have the rest of the ship...but please, don't deprive me of my personal happiness; it's just a few requests for my personal effects...

[notices that he's working pretty hard] *point-blank* You look hungry. *thoughtful blink* Well, not so much as really needing nourishment as it is craving for something other than military-brand rations to eat. But I suppose you do not especially care, as your work

[red_code_red]

Wheeljack: You can have access to your books and datapads after Security's gone through them. They'll want to make sure you don't have any hidden messages or anything like that on them.

[the door slides open for a changing of the guard]

Wheeljack: [continues on ignoring the activity after briefly glancing up to see who it was] And as for the custard, do you really think Code Red would've eaten any of it? In case you haven't noticed, she's, ah, not the most trusting of femmes, no matter how good of a cook you are.

New Guard: Whoa, that was you that made that stuff?

[pyrospectacle]

[delighted] Oh, how was it? Was it too difficult to eat, was the custard too stiff to use a spoon for? [slightly worried] It hasn't spoiled already, has it? Well? Speak up, now. This feedback is crucial to any of my future attempts to--wait, what about my bookfiles now? *very quick memory-recap* I'll get to have them back? Yay! That's fantastic, and provided the opinion on my cooking skills is a positive and favorable one...well, then, that will just make my day right there!

[knew this was coming] Oh, and there is really no need at all to worry about my VERY obvious infatuation with Code Red; your Security Chief is a very talented femme who knows far better than to let anything get between her work and herself. She's got far more sense than that to ever let her judgement suffer as a result of anything, much less the loving attentions pertaining to my being her fervent admirer. [is completely serious] Besides, if nothing else, I consider myself a fine upstanding gentlemech, and may I be damned to suffer like nothing else for eternity