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Post by Rattrap on Dec 16, 2011 21:20:18 GMT -5
Rattrap is a firm believer in never assuming things will go well. It makes a guy too comfortable, and too likely to make dumb rookie mistakes. It's safer in his experience to assume there will be a guard who shows up unexpectedly, and usually at the worst possible time, than to bank on no patrols. He sniffs and gives the room one more visual check before, satisfied it's empty of humans at least, he works loose the screws on the vent cover. Then he tilts and pulls it into the air duct for easy replacement later, of course.
"Thanks," he says to Spy Shot before leaning out the duct, and there may be the barest hint of an uncle-like smile in his beady black eyes, "but remember, kid, always keep one eye out fer your team and one eye on yer own back. If you get busted, nobody's got my back." He quirks one brow, then shrugs. "Ehh, not that I ain't used t' that. Just stay alert. And, eh…." He glances back, briefly ill-at-ease; ditching Cheetor was one thing because Cheetor could at least fire a gun, and Rattrap still ended up saving the boneheaded fuzzbutt out of a damnable sense of responsibility for getting him in a mess in the first place. Leaving Spy Shot is like begging for something to go wrong, because that's always what happens when you split up with the newbie. "Yell if ya need help."
Without another word, Rattrap drops from the air duct, landing atop some equipment left standing despite obvious fire damage. He doesn't know what sort of security measures are at floor level; they could be weight sensors, heat sensors, or frickin' lasers for all he knows, so he'll work his way down as he goes. As he does so, he looks for a likely console he might be able to access.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Dec 19, 2011 18:14:23 GMT -5
Spy Shot swivels his head to peer at his own back, then looks back at Rattrap, decides that Rattrap is mostly being figurative and that he means for him to keep watch for danger to both Rattrap and himself, and then nods affirmatively. "I will do that."
As Rattrap drops out of the vent, Spy Shot grabs the edge of it and leans out far enough to peer around at the far corners of the room. Every so often, he looks back into the shadows of the vent, just to be sure.
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Frenzy
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Post by Frenzy on Dec 22, 2011 19:50:50 GMT -5
James Maxwell went on vacation three days ago. Frenzy found his empty office three minutes ago.
Images flicker on the monitor, jumping from room to room within the dam. One eyestalk is twisted to watch the camera-feeds, while the other watches the door. A pair of hands rest on the computer tower, data-spikes punched through the case.
Frenzy's mandibles ripple as he flashes through the files on Project Iceman. "Heheheheh."
Skippable.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Dec 27, 2011 21:55:08 GMT -5
So far, no screaming alarms or weapons pointed in his direction. But it's too quiet, thinks Rattrap. His pessimism is tingling.
Nevertheless, he makes that last hop to the uncomfortably cold floor and, with things remaining peaceful, he wends his way around the perimeter to a terminal that's in less disrepair than the others. He makes one more visual check of the room, because while he doesn't doubt that Spy Shot will alert him, he takes his own advice; the kid could've been ambushed already, who knows? But there the little camerabot is, right where Rattrap left him. He gives Spy Shot a jaunty thumbs-up just because, then turns back to work.
"Rattrap, Maximize!" he mutters. Now that he's on his own two feet, he eyes the console grimly. This had better not involve any hacking, because he can only do so much of that before the old percussive instincts take over. He pauses long enough to wiggle his fingers over the keyboard before looking for the button to get this mess operating again. "Gotta be here somewhere," he narrates to himself, looking over the machine for the little glyph he knows humans use for power on/off functions. "C'mon… never had this much trouble figurin' out the turn-on before–" There, under a thin smudge of soot. He presses it, gets a click and a low whir in response. Then a chime as the OS boots. But he doesn't celebrate just yet because there could be a password.
Sure enough. He smacks his forehead with one hand.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Dec 28, 2011 18:22:34 GMT -5
Spy Shot continues to watch both Rattrap and his own back. He tilts his head as Rattrap boots up the computer then smacks his head. Spy Shot spent a lot of time watching Sector Seven agents and stealing their passwords so that he could occasionally log onto their computers. It's perhaps a long chance that any of the passwords he knows will be applicable to this universe, but he has heard of a variety of odd universal coincidences.
//Perhaps you should try <password>,// he suggests. //Or <other password>.//
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Post by Rattrap on Dec 30, 2011 14:14:56 GMT -5
//Eh?// Rattrap doesn't look up from the keyboard, but he frowns in a less sarcastic and more thoughtful manner than usual. What's to lose? And even if this isn't the same Hoover Dam that Spy Shot knows best, aside from the lack of a Megatron, he hasn't really missed yet.
With a faint lift of his shoulders as if to say, why not? Rattrap employs his best hunt-and-peck approach and enters the first password Spy Shot gave, keys clicking under his fingers rather than beeping. He'd rather they didn't make any noise at all, but he could at least believe the beeping was random machinery.
"Whoever came up wit' dis keyboard layout needs his head examined," Rattrap mutters to himself as he searches out the next character. "It's all over the slaggin' place!" A dissonant, low ding noise and an unmistakable red X tell him he got the password wrong. He hisses and tries it one more time just in case he hit the wrong key on this crazy bass-ackwards keyboard. Still no good, and now the computer's telling him he has two more tries before the terminal locks itself down for security. It isn't that he can't probably find another terminal, but he wants this over with. He tries the second password, cursing under his breath as he painstakingly types one character at a time. "C'mon," he says in a wheedling tone, "you know I'm gonna figure it out anyway… might as well give up." He hits Enter.
Welcome back, David! blinks onscreen before it transitions to a textured black and grey desktop.
//Yer a genius, shortstack,// Rattrap says with a chuckle.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Dec 31, 2011 23:00:39 GMT -5
//Thank you,// Spy Shot replies. He's not sure whether or not he can actually be considered a genius, but he thinks compliments don't necessarily have to be completely accurate. He appreciates the positive assessment of his assistance anyway.
Back to watching for trouble!
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Post by Rattrap on Jan 5, 2012 20:13:20 GMT -5
And back to poking the database for Rattrap. Through the magic of narrative, being that Rattrap isn't usually the sort to mess with computers, he manages to navigate the ridiculously graphics-intensive OS while grumbling about how a command-line would be easier and debating whether or not he should just hook himself up to the machine and do this the old-fashioned way. And if he gets a virus or three, well, that'd be just like the old days, too.
That's when the header Project: Iceman gets his attention, as it's one of the recent files.
And what a file it is. His jaw goes slack as he reads, and he's halfway down the page before he remembers to start copying all of this.
"It ain't no Megatron," he mutters, "dat's for sure." //Got somethin' here. How's things on your end?//
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Post by Frenzy on Jan 5, 2012 21:56:28 GMT -5
The videos on the monitor flip to another set of four cameras-
There is a small robot wearing a rat backpack in that room.
Frenzy titters to himself and triggers an alarm.
Skippable.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jan 6, 2012 22:01:41 GMT -5
Klaxons blare and lights flash, filling the room with noise and strobing colours.
//An alarm has been set off,// Spy Shot answers Rattrap, glancing around rapidly. Because that isn't completely obvious. //We should leave quickly, before the humans find us.//
Humans still make him nervous. Particularly Sector Seven humans.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Jan 11, 2012 20:33:40 GMT -5
When the bells and whistles start, Rattrap takes an appropriate dramatic moment to gasp and check for hidden security measures popping out of the walls. It's gonna be hard to download stuff when he's dodging whatever antiquated ordnance humans use.
//Get ready ta book it outta here,// he advises Spy Shot while eyeing the download progress and fidgeting. He tunes out the sound of the klaxons while he waits. And waits. Seconds take an eternity and the progress bar just creeps along and any moment some mooks could come bursting in here ready to shoot him with their primitive human guns that will probably still hurt like hell.
The world snaps from slow motion to fast forward when the progress bar hits 100%. Rattrap snatches back the data stick and tosses it into a forearm compartment even as he pulls his blaster from storage. Is shooting the computer necessary? Probably not. But it makes him feel better to frag it with three bolts and it's the only way he knows to cover his tracks when it comes to this sort of thing. The alarms mask most of the sound from the blaster fire. He can't be sure somebody won't try to connect accessing the Project: Iceman files with the Autobots, so it's better if they just don't have a machine to check, right? Right.
"Move it, kid!" he orders Spy Shot as he starts scaling equipment in leaping bounds. He doesn't want to run right over Spy Shot on his way back into the air duct.
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Post by Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto on Jan 14, 2012 22:50:20 GMT -5
Spy Shot is up and running down the vent as fast as his little legs can carry him (which is surprisingly speedy) as soon as Rattrap says go. Time to be out of here before anyone can realize just who was here.
OOC: Anything else to be accomplished?
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