*Down near the entrance to the brig.....*

[fowl_play]

*Finch crouches around a corner with a devious grin on her face, a very large cream pie in one hand. Down the way, Gears is approaching, muttering to himself about this being squeaky, that being broken...the usual kind of griping we've come to expect from the little red and blue guy

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[panicbutton_05]

*from where he'd just sat down, just after asking Sunstreaker if he'd gotten anything from the strange, new green mech, Gears's cry of outrage echoes off the walls. On his feet in a SHOT, Red unsubspaces his gun, charging out into the hall*

What's the alarm!? Did Dirge break free...!? Who...

*he then blinks, trailing off at the sight of Gears stumbling around, still yowlling about the pie. Frowning, Red keeps his gun at his side but lowered, looking about for the 'perpatrator' -- to the sides and down the halls at the moment, but he's about to look up any time soon*

Who attacked you, Gears...?

Re: Finch 2, Red 0

[panicbutton_05]

*it takes Red a few more cycles to cool down enough to stand back up, tiredly looking around in frustration. She was gone. He knew that stumble had cost him. With a very tired grumble and softly muttered curse at himself, he turns to head back into the Ark, and return to the brig...

...there WAS always the tracker, after all...*