1353/Cracking Prometheus

Cast of Characters: | Knockout, Goth, 135

**Goth has posed:**
     The Decepticons were back at the Outskirt's of Polyhex, dodging the Autobot patrols to dig through the remains of what was once the hideout of the damnable Outliar known as Mimic.. Goth was sifting through the debris, trying to unblock what was the tunnel that leads into the mimics lab.. He lets out a grunt as he hurls another bit of rubble safely away from the area.

      "The Autobots did leave this place /quite/ a mess..." he'd growl mutter under his vents, clearly annoyed he's doing some of the digging. He'd then glance back, optics settling into an annoyed, half-lidded position, he wanted to ask something but.. Well he actually had respect for Sixshot..Knock out?... Ehhh he was still on the fence.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"Back up a bit Goth, have one way to clear a few things.", its obvious what Sixshot has planned as he pulls his blasters out of their maglocks. Taking aim he fires off a few low powered concussion blasts to dig into the rocks. It doesn't take long till enough is cleared as he holsters and pulls the rocks aside, "What a time for Bonecrusher to be busy."

**Knockout has posed:**
Upon arriving at the location, having gained the information that it was being used by the dastardly Mimic, whether actually dastardly or not, Knock Out was more than content to let others do the heavy lifting or blasting. He'll just stand by with his energon spear and energy bow, waiting for any possible ambushes.

"What exactly /are/ we hoping to find here that has us out in the middle of nowhere chasing after this Blurr wannabe? There are much more handsome mechs around to impersonate," he drolls, drumming a few nimble, narrow fingers against an arm. There is, yet, a brief grimace and a lifting of said arm as Sixshot busts up some debris. That is one way of doing it.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's ears twitched hearing Sixshot and quickly got out of the way, he had an idea on what Sixshot was likely going to do. "Do be careful, don't want to damage anything if it's not completely collapsed." he'd caution as he got clear of any possibly explosions. "Indeed." he'd chuff tiredly in response to Bonecrusher being busy.

      Goth then glanced back to Knock out and clicked his jaw. "Looking for a possible working computer to see if there is anything of value onto it, the last time we were at one of his bunkers, it was up in the Grav-Haraan Glacier, it contained some blueprints regarding the pylons, one of which was notably in use here before the Autobot's destroyed the place." He'd explain as he gestured over to the bunker.

      "Scrapper's theorized that he may be attempting to erase the popules of this planet's memories as a way to 'end' this war as it where." He'd continue on, rubbing at his goatee in thought. "Not as out there as my own, but much more plausible given the blueprints, much more practical as well." He'd tack on in his Eukrian accented, but well spoken tone.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot made sure there weren't any explosions, just a few pieces of rock and metal flying about. Once he has a clear path he says, "Obvious they have multiple bunkers. Wonder if the fool would dare place one close to our territory as they did the bots. Once he's made a clear path he looks around saying, "I'll keep a optic out in case any do choose to return. I trust you can find something in there."

**Knockout has posed:**
Knock Out listens to Goth but doesn't appear to have much to say. He's formed a small personal buffer from an arm to touch up a spot or two that came into contact with some of the broken bits Sixshot sent around.

Looking back up toward them, he snaps out of some internal thought. "Hmm? Oh, don't mind me. Do go ahead. I'll be..right behind, ready to help." They'll either find something here, or they won't. If they don't, it won't be long before they're gone. Surely they're not the only ones seeking something tied to Mimic.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gives Knock Out a flat look upon his response, had the red standard former even been listening to him he wondered? He'd huff and make for the bunker tunnel once more.. He wasn't sure to be insulted by the fact they wanted him to go first, or honored, as caves, and tunnels were his specialty.

      Goth's optics would ignite to a full green color as his nightvision kicked in and he went down the now cleared path on all fours... He'd make his way into the lab, and start moving rubble around as he looked for some sort of computer.. It take a moment but he would find said computer only.. Well it was beyond repair and beyond turning on. He'd let out a low curse as he turned around and /tripped/ over a crate, falling flat on his face platting.

      "FRAGGING--!!" He'd curse loudly, before develing off into a medley of ekurian swears.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot shakes his head as Knock Out is hi usual self, "Just be useful as you came along." At the string of curses he makes his way inside carefully, turning on his lights, "Not the telltale sound of a trap. You stilll functioning in there Goth?" The large mechs optics slowly scanning the area till he says the bat and the crate, choosing not to comment .

**Knockout has posed:**
"I do believe he found something," Knock Out deadpans, putting on an innocent air about him at Sixshot's words, the buffer stowed away again. "I am always useful, just not always in the ways others might think."

In the sense of getting through that opening and further into the area beyond, he may have an easier time of it than Sixshot, though perhaps not as easy as it was for Goth. Crawling around on all fours is very much not his thing. "If I end up with any side damage from this..." he warns nobody in particular, switching his own headlights on to help.

Once through, his eyes alight upon not Goth, but the crate instead. The red optics surrounded by the black reflect an almost feline sense of curiosity. "Oh, what's this, then?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth just looks up at the lights peering down on him, and soon being joined by Knock Out.. One of Goth's optics were cracked, and he had energon dripping from his nose. "YEs, I'm alright! Minor inconveniences is all.. tripped over something." He'd call as he got himself back up with a grumble, whipping the different colored energon from his snout.

      Goth tripping over the crate had one good outcome though.. The screen on it lit up from it's power-save mode, and was now asking for the password! Goth would get himself upright and looking over at the crate with Knock out, raising a ridge. "Huh, haven't seen one of those types of storage units since I was in space." He'd muse to no one in particular.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"Alright good to know, will let you two have at it. Not worth trying to use brute force with whatever is inside. If was possible would just haul it back to Kaon.", Sixshot says as he moves aside. Looking to Knock Out, "Don't doubt the two of you can crack it." He crosses his arms as he lets the pair get to work.

**Knockout has posed:**
Knock Out moves closer to said crate, giving it an overall inspection. "Looks undamaged from you falling over it, so that's good. Or, perhaps, an inconvenience." Glancing over toward Goth at the injuries he's suffered just from the fall alone, he tsks. "You'll want to have that..you know." A wave of the hand toward the eye and nose follows. Someone will need a little patching up.

Passing the larger 'Con, he taps the screen and gives it a look. "Password protected? Well then, I can see this will require a more..delicate touch than you can provide, Sixshot. Now I don't suppose this will just pop up a reset screen, will it?"

He selects the 'Forgot your passcode?' option, only for it to list a word puzzle along with a set of numbers. Offering Goth a smile, he points to the screen. "You found it. You first." He'll just be running numbers and working things out in his head in the meantime.

Besides, if the crate is booby-trapped...best he not be the one to take the brunt of it.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth scoffs, and squints at Knock out. "Please, just because my frame is quite large, does not mean it is heavy! Fact it is rather light, despite its size." Fact that was something of an issue for him, despite it was what allowed him to fly. "Quite aware." He'd said dryly. "Not the first this is happen, and I /doubt/ it will be the last." He'd huff as he looked at the screen, and ear twitching as he heard Sixshot. "Option is noted, captain." Both would call as he looked at the screen, and started calculating the numbers aloud, it wasn't to hard... Only for one to give him pause..

      "...Negative 2?... " he'd say slowly with a raised ridge. "I can only assume it must be some sort of..." He'd spin his wrist. "Clever, attempt to obscure a Zero in the formula." He'd murmur to himself as he brought his elongated claw up, and put in a code, only for it to A, not only work but B, be too long.. He'd cross his winged arms, tapping that claw against his facep latting.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"I can be delicate when the time is needed. But better to accept when others around have skills better suited to such things.", Sixshot replies as he watches the pair, "With whats been found so far better to not lose anything unless it robs advantage from the bots."

 As Goth works the sixchanger loojs about whats left of the room. Looking for anything else of interest as well as a way to take the crate outside if necessary, "Least no sign of anyone else coming about."

**Knockout has posed:**
17 for the first set of numbers, an addition puzzle. 32 for the second, through multiplication. -2 for the third and final one, but via subtraction.

"You may be asking yourself right now how -2 could be part of a password, and how you can fit extra numbers in a space only meant for four," the Velocitronian remarks, drumming his fingers against that arm again, an impatient display. But, he gives Goth another chance at it. "Pay attention to the words. If you still don't get it, step aside. We don't have all cycle here."

Does that mean Knock Out already knows, or is he stalling for more time?

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gives something of a squinting glare at the red medic, he did not appreciate the tone being used, furthermore did this bot think he was /stupid/ for simply being a beast-former?! Oh he was going to need to squash that, specially after all the drama with Phantom and Darkstar.

      Goth let out a low grumble of Eukarian words, that maybe of him cursing Knock out? But he brushes it off and tries another combination of the provided numbers only to get another failure, and bahs. "Here then, if you are so /wise/." He'd huff, gesturing dramatically to the screen.

      "Agreed Sixshot.. seems for the moment we need not need to worry about being jumped, but the percussion is still necessary..."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot listens but doesn't comment knowing that Goth can handle himself or Dustoff getting involved. Better to not be inbetween such petty squabbles. He looks to the crate saying, "Lets get this done and move out."

**Knockout has posed:**
The trick is not letting the other one know exactly what you think of them, unless you /want/ them to know. Knock Out flashes Goth an encouraging smile and nods back to the crate. He's been around the bat-mech enough to generally get what he's about, whether that means he truly understands the being or not.

But, as Goth comes up empty again, he mimes cracking his knuckles. "Here, let a real pro have a shot." The energon spear is set down nearby and he explains the puzzle. "Be mindful of gaps, look for what is in between, difference is key. There are too many numbers for the code, so we have to look at them another way. 17. 32. -2. What is between them? What is the difference?"

He taps on the screen with a fingertip: '1534'

The crate opens up, and within are a number of pictures of different places. Perhaps potential hideouts? The mech picks out one in particular, a corner folded over. Turning it shows the image of a sign.

"Maccadams? Oh, really..." Knock Out simply smiles.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth scoffs and rolls his optics, but lets Knock Out in to make his attempt, crossing is arms as he listens to Knock Out's explanation, tilting his helm and raising a ridge. "I see.." He'd murmur with a tap of his platting as he moved to look at the pictures, also catching note of the dog-eared one.

      "...I doubt he's hiding out in the bar itself.. and considering we originally thought he was in the Mitteous Plateau itself, but here.. Maybe hiding out near the bar in the Outskirt's of Sanix.." He'd muse as he rubbed at his chin.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot tilts his head as Knock Out mentions Maccs before nodding to Goth, "Before anyone goes there I suggest asking Ravage to go. Or get Buzzsaw to gather info. While it is rare neutral territory we can all agree best to not let the bots be suspicious." Looking to the crate, "Take what we need, destroy anything useless."

**Knockout has posed:**
Knock Out simply tucks all evidence within the crate away, taking a step back from said crate after Sixshot suggests what he does. "Goth, would you care to finish what you started? Or shall we set a little trap for any straggling Autobots that may happen to come by later?"

The ideas about Maccs meet with his apparent approval, whether they need to be or not. "This sounds like a good plan to me, but I would enjoy an excuse to go enjoy something and...observe the proceedings."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods to both as he makes his way for the exit, "Anything will do, maybe something better than Blast Offs graffiti. If want to leave a surprise, do it. Once your both out I'll collapse the tunnel so its not obvious we've been here."

**Knockout has posed:**
"If you're feeling artistic, might I suggest writing 'Oh no, too slow,' and leave a 'Con symbol behind," Knock Out tells Goth, before extending a hand to rest against a shoulder. "I'll patch you up when we return."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth hems and looks around. "The computer is destroyed and this crate seems to be the only thing working.. So long as you have keep that photo tucked away safely.. shouldn't be too much of an issue." He'd muse as he started heading out and grunted. "Yes Ravage and Buzzsaw... if nothing is seen from initial look overs." He'd nod.

      "A good idea, Sixshot." He'd chirp. He then looked at Knock Out and raised an optic ridge. "..Would be quite amusing considering whom is involved but I personally feel that maybe leaving too much evidence." He'd reason... Though the help with his cracked optic.. His fur bristled, he didn't really /know/ this guy, and didn't feel too comfortable with him /touching/ him but, if Dustoff was out gathering resources again... He lets out a sigh.