Having no idea what he was looking for or how to get where he needed to go, Cliffjumper slowed down soon after he actually got past the single guard standing at the door... well, okay, he didn't get past him so much as shoot him in the helm.
The 'con had been too close to the door for Cliffjumper to even try sneaking past, even if he was any good at it. He took the time to drag the mech a bit aside as much as he could before he ducked inside, soon carefully wandering down corridors and peering into rooms as he worked himself towards the coordinates.
At least he didn't ping the origin of said coordinates again, that training firmly instilled in him to not give away rescue might be coming when said distress call had come during a battle.
Had it been after or not at all in conjunction with a battle, it'd been another thing entirely. Clutching his normal blaster in one hand, glass gas gun stuck with a magnetic clip to his right thigh and a grenade in his other hand, Cliffjumper hoped it wasn't a trap and that it would be relatively simple to help.
Not that it'd stop him even if he knew what had happened, but being prepared might have been nice.
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Date: 2014-05-11 12:18 pm (UTC)The 'con had been too close to the door for Cliffjumper to even try sneaking past, even if he was any good at it. He took the time to drag the mech a bit aside as much as he could before he ducked inside, soon carefully wandering down corridors and peering into rooms as he worked himself towards the coordinates.
At least he didn't ping the origin of said coordinates again, that training firmly instilled in him to not give away rescue might be coming when said distress call had come during a battle.
Had it been after or not at all in conjunction with a battle, it'd been another thing entirely. Clutching his normal blaster in one hand, glass gas gun stuck with a magnetic clip to his right thigh and a grenade in his other hand, Cliffjumper hoped it wasn't a trap and that it would be relatively simple to help.
Not that it'd stop him even if he knew what had happened, but being prepared might have been nice.