Prison Break || AU @transforming-pixie-sticks
transforming-pixie-sticks
Skulking through the recessed corners of the facility Pixie maneuvered around the towering security consoles that were now vacant after her ‘trip’ through the cooling vents. Having plugged the conductors into different outlets and forcing the baseline systems to show a heating error, the two mechs had left the room more than a little irritated.
Dim visor surveying the darkened room, the inner rings of the hidden optics zoomed onto the stationary camera across from her. Mentally counting as the dotted light within the lens flashed ,Pixie transmitted her makeshift virus into the network; bugging out the viewer for a moment as it was forced to loop one continues still image of the empty room.
Stretching her nimble joints she scaled the ledge next to her, finally able to get off the Primus forsaken ground; she never did feel comfortable being so close to the pedes of other bots…even if there were none around presently.
Taking a few steps across the slick metal panel she followed the thin bio lines until they disappeared into the low metal divider before her. Placing a lone servo across the thick glass that separated the panel she was upon from the room next to it, the femme brightened her green gaze at the sight of her prize.
Strapped to a standing hold was a fairly large mech who carried an air of calmness despite awakening to his current predicament. He was impressive to say the least, and most assuredly someone who could be of assistance.
Leaning back around to the console she wired a hardline from her own systems into it and opened up the holding room’s speaker. “Well, you’re definitely a sight for sore optics aren’t ya?” A heavy giggle more to herself than him.
Onslaught mentally went through what he knew the other were doing at that moment.
Blast Off would be working on getting his restraints unlocked. He was quite good at that sort of thing, though there was no telling just how hard it would be for him to get out of them.
Meanwhile Vortex would no doubt be making a spectacle of himself, yelling insults and threats at anyone who was close enough to hear. That would take the heat off the others while they worked on escaping.
There was a chance Brawl could be doing the same. Though he might also be testing the strength of the shackles, and attempting to use brute force to get out of them.
Swindle had to be trying to gather as much information as possible. Chatting up anyone nearby, piecing together a map in his helm of the route their captors took when taking him to a cell. And despite their efforts, it was near impossible to strip Swindle completely of all his mods and weapons. He always had at least one trick left.
In short, they could handle themselves. But... it would still be wise to seek them out as soon as possible.
The Combaticon leader was pulled from his thoughts when an unfamiliar voice drifted through the speaker installed in the room. His optics drifted up to look at the source of the noise. "Unfortunately, I can't return the sentiment."
