*chitter chitter chitter*
*In the darkest passages of the Nemesis, they scuttle with bright red optics. Almost every power access point in the maintenance shafts has been stripped, reduced to bare wires for them to feed upon. Though identical in appearance - all perfect clones of Bombshell, save for a slight stubbiness in their beetle mode legs - they vary vastly in size. Some of the scratch marks to be found in the ventilation are tiny and precise, as fine as a scalpel, but in the tighter access hatches, the way has been carved wide with claws like scytheblades.*
*They are not ignorant to the sudden attention to their presence. Their reaction is immediate: striking at every support and control system they can to cripple the Nemesis' most basic functions. With so much area to cover, it's slow going, but their knowledge of electrical systems makes the damage brutal to repair. Creeping through the vents, the drones with the most sophisticated sensor suites act as scouts and traffic directors; they send out quick tightly encrypted signal bursts to direct the weevils away from the patrollers hunting for them. They don't want a confrontation, yet, not while there are many more areas of the Nemesis to cut off from central control.*
*And at the very heart of the Nemesis, sitting atop a primary ship engine like a throne in a space that he's cleared for himself, waits their leader. He's grown past all original design conceptions and now sits half again as massive as Bonecrusher. Where his beetle limbs once twitched, they now give powerful shrugs of unspent muscle. Bombshell had called him Alaska. Alaska doesn't care enough about names to bother with anything different. All that he cares about is the tiny searcher drone crawling in beetle mode towards him, carrying a prize in its belly as glorious to these mechs as the Allspark. The drone flies the last distance to land in Alaska's massive palm. It transforms, opens its chest compartment, and holds its contents aloft.*
*A red egg. Cracked, almost forgotten and destroyed with the rest of Bombshell's originals... but intact.*
*All over the Nemesis, a chorus of chitters begins...*
(( I believe it's Shockwave who should be most capable of identifying what the drones are doing and stopping them, though with the state of alert causing people to pay attention, I can't be sure. My experience "running" scenarios comes from tabletop gaming, so please, let me know if I'm being too dictatorial, and feel free to smash some bugs up. ))
*They are not ignorant to the sudden attention to their presence. Their reaction is immediate: striking at every support and control system they can to cripple the Nemesis' most basic functions. With so much area to cover, it's slow going, but their knowledge of electrical systems makes the damage brutal to repair. Creeping through the vents, the drones with the most sophisticated sensor suites act as scouts and traffic directors; they send out quick tightly encrypted signal bursts to direct the weevils away from the patrollers hunting for them. They don't want a confrontation, yet, not while there are many more areas of the Nemesis to cut off from central control.*
*And at the very heart of the Nemesis, sitting atop a primary ship engine like a throne in a space that he's cleared for himself, waits their leader. He's grown past all original design conceptions and now sits half again as massive as Bonecrusher. Where his beetle limbs once twitched, they now give powerful shrugs of unspent muscle. Bombshell had called him Alaska. Alaska doesn't care enough about names to bother with anything different. All that he cares about is the tiny searcher drone crawling in beetle mode towards him, carrying a prize in its belly as glorious to these mechs as the Allspark. The drone flies the last distance to land in Alaska's massive palm. It transforms, opens its chest compartment, and holds its contents aloft.*
*A red egg. Cracked, almost forgotten and destroyed with the rest of Bombshell's originals... but intact.*
*All over the Nemesis, a chorus of chitters begins...*
(( I believe it's Shockwave who should be most capable of identifying what the drones are doing and stopping them, though with the state of alert causing people to pay attention, I can't be sure. My experience "running" scenarios comes from tabletop gaming, so please, let me know if I'm being too dictatorial, and feel free to smash some bugs up. ))