::...Ominous and not very helpful, Prowl. That makes me worry about what kind of program we're dealing with here - if they can do that to a communication, I hate to think about what will happen with that shell program. Thank you for following up on that, though. Keep monitoring the trace on him in real-time until we're done with him.::
None of them relaxed until Megatron hit the deck, though Jazz wisely held on several seconds more to be sure that the mech was down and out.
"Well. That was fun!" He chirped cheekily, climbing off the huge frame to saunter on over to the Prime, fingertips sliding lightly across the rend in his chest armor.
"Looks like you had some fun before you let us in too, boss." Optimus grunted, swatting his hand away and flicking him on the audial horn.
"Thank you, Jazz. I did notice."
Ratchet waved the shockstick at them both, rolling his optics. "Stop bickering you two, and help me get him over into his room. I'll need an area to work, and you should help me see what we can do with this extra program, Jazz."
"Yes Ratchet Prime!" Jazz laughed, and Optimus chuckled as well, though they both moved to lift the heavy mech, slowly moving him back into the consort quarters and resting him down on the unused berth in his room.
Ratchet got to business right away, popping medical ports and hooking up, careful to use a proxy-device to keep any active shell programming away from his own processor. Jazz did the same - he wasn't a medic, but he had far too much experience hacking other mechs to not check it over himself.
Hopefully they could actually do something, but there was no guarantees.
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THAT DOES NOT FIX THINGS
Date: 2012-04-09 11:04 pm (UTC)None of them relaxed until Megatron hit the deck, though Jazz wisely held on several seconds more to be sure that the mech was down and out.
"Well. That was fun!" He chirped cheekily, climbing off the huge frame to saunter on over to the Prime, fingertips sliding lightly across the rend in his chest armor.
"Looks like you had some fun before you let us in too, boss." Optimus grunted, swatting his hand away and flicking him on the audial horn.
"Thank you, Jazz. I did notice."
Ratchet waved the shockstick at them both, rolling his optics. "Stop bickering you two, and help me get him over into his room. I'll need an area to work, and you should help me see what we can do with this extra program, Jazz."
"Yes Ratchet Prime!" Jazz laughed, and Optimus chuckled as well, though they both moved to lift the heavy mech, slowly moving him back into the consort quarters and resting him down on the unused berth in his room.
Ratchet got to business right away, popping medical ports and hooking up, careful to use a proxy-device to keep any active shell programming away from his own processor. Jazz did the same - he wasn't a medic, but he had far too much experience hacking other mechs to not check it over himself.
Hopefully they could actually do something, but there was no guarantees.