http://robots-omgh8u.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] robots-omgh8u.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-06-03 05:55 pm

The Connors say hello meatship!

With his bugout location secure, and now stocked with some food John decided it was time to get some weapons. Carefully he made his way to the armory making damn sure this time that no one else was around. He wasn't going to slip up again like he had at the Vatican.

Scrolling through the weapons in the armory computer he was impressed with the selection. Hell, some of these hadn't even finished being developed before Judgment Day occurred. If he wasn't god only knows where being ordered around by an AI, and it's slave crew he'd almost be happy about it. In a few minutes he had quite the list assembled. Double checking it one more time he submitted it to the computer.

[Access to that quantity of weapons is restricted. Please see the command staff for authorization. Any furthers attempt to retrieve weapons will result in you being locked out of this system until your access is reauthorized by the captain.]

He glared at the machine, and pulled out his computer. Interfacing it with the omnicomm he started searching for an access panel. Finding one he spent several minutes methodically prying it open enough to get to the console's guts. Patching in he began to run through sub systems one by one looking for a way in. Whoever had designed the security hadn't counted on someone for who information warfare was a way of life. Finally he found a crack in the armor. It wouldn't be pretty, and they'd know he'd been here but he didn't have a choice. It was act now, or let this opportunity slip by.

Running the program the computer began to send out the weapons to the caches John had designated. Now all he had to do was move them again so the crew couldn't track them down by just following the digital trail. Hopefully that would keep them guessing long enough for him to slip back to Grand Central unnoticed.

After another couple of hours he'd managed just that. Already he was prepping the weapons, and loading magazines just in case someone was smart enough to pick up his trail.

[ooc: Once again in case anyone wants it the list of weapons John has stolen is here. Once you see the sub-thread you want your pup in go ahead and tag it. I'll leave it to each thread to sort out their posting order. Have fun everyone!]
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[personal profile] terminatefate 2010-06-04 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
She hated waiting. It made her itchy, crabby, and annoyed as fuck. Made her pace, too, like a caged animal, and it also made her want to punch the nearest dumbass in her way. Thankfully, she had sense enough not to act on the impulse. Beating the motherfuck out of someone wasn't going to fix a fucking thing.

Yet.

Sarah paced the same stretch of floor (nineteen tiles toward the door, nineteen tiles back), unable to sit and swore she was going to throttle John when he got back. Goddamn fucker should have let her do something. Her hands curled into fists as she strained to hear him coming.

"Asshole," she growled under her breath and at nothing in particular.
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[personal profile] terminatefate 2010-06-04 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Sarah slapped him upside the head anyway mostly because his absence had shoved her anxiety sky high right along with her annoyance that she hadn't been there. She didn't actually say to words to him until she was finished double and triple checking the weapons, loading them, and testing out how they felt.

"That'll do for now," she grumbled, hefting a bigger gun (possibly with a gleam of a two-year-old faced with a choice of candies and going for the biggest motherfucking sucker you've ever seen). She finished loading it with ammo and looked a little more satisfied than she was annoyed.

But not by much.

"You should have let me come with you," she shot at John a moment later. "I'm not goddamn useless."
terminatefate: (lock and fucking load)

[personal profile] terminatefate 2010-06-04 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Slapping you upside the head is far more satisfying than yelling, by the way," she said blandly. Sarah just glared at him for a long while. Fine, whatever, he was right, but that didn't mean she liked it. "I could have helped move things and I don't blow shit up all the time."

Just most of it.

"You're going to show me the shit you've learned, right?" Sarah set the gun down and examined the shotgun, her eyes narrowed. "I'm...outdated and in need of a refresher course."

In badass.
thewunderkind: (YOOOOooouuuuuu!)

Re: Open Comms [come annoy the crazy man please]

[personal profile] thewunderkind 2010-06-04 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Lash was angry. But for all the wrong reasons. First of all, someone had hacked into the weapons storage and it wasn't her. And then they'd made away with all sorts of cool guns that she'd been wanting to try out.

It was so unfair! Naturally she was going to be very verbal about it, in the only way she could. Stacy had announced who he was, and the minute she had a name, Lash was already contacting him.

"Hey! What's the big idea getting all those weapons just for yourself?!"

At least share!
thewunderkind: (Movement - OBJECTION!)

[personal profile] thewunderkind 2010-06-04 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Well technically it wasn't as Lash held no real power inside the ship but LIKE THAT WOULD STOP HER.

"Nuh-uh! I totally is my buisness, because I've been wanting to use a FN SCAR since forever, and now you just took it away!" The voice of reason. It was probably easy to hear that she was almost pouting. "You know, if you start a war in here, you're going to have security on your tail, right? Stacy already warned everyone about you."
Edited 2010-06-04 07:34 (UTC)
terminatefate: (he's out there)

[personal profile] terminatefate 2010-06-04 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Always had a fondness for shotguns," Sarah said, taking the gun back when he was finished with it. There was nothing like obliteration and knockback when it came to a shotgun, anyway. Made alotta noise, too. The fact that it probably wouldn't jam if she fed it something other than standard rounds was enough to get a quick knife-edge gleam of a smile from her.

She didn't mind the sniper rifles, either, and she was a goddamn good shot with those.

Sarah blinked as she shifted the shotgun, curling her fingers around the metal as she stared off into space for a few moments. Shotguns and she had history. Even now she could feel the heat of the molten metal and the throb of the wound in her shoulder where that metal motherfucker had stabbed her, needled her, tried to break her. He'd failed. She could feel the way her shot gun had felt as she pumped it, shot, reloaded, shot, with one arm--determined to blast that metal bastard to his demise.

She'd been short a bullet, then.

Sarah grimaced. She'd never be short a motherfucking bullet again.

Re: Open Comms [come annoy the crazy man please]

[identity profile] demon-alessa.livejournal.com 2010-06-04 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
And a voice, with a bit of a darker undertone to it, interrupted his routine. It sounded both curious and amused.

"And what EXACTLY do you think you're doing right now?"

Here, have a scruffy genius.

[identity profile] quark-assassin.livejournal.com 2010-06-04 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Well that couldn’t be a good thing.

Dustin was, for once, daring to go near suspicious areas. It had been a while since he’d passed within a mile of the Armory, if only because he knew that Security would be watching him like a hawk if he did, and besides, he really had no need to go there anyways. He had his weapons now, and he was damn well going to keep them.

Or so he thought at first. But today—today was different.

Today was the day Dustin assessed the usefulness of his supplies. He was all for efficiency, after all; having an unused tool sitting at the bottom of his backpack or a set of scribbled blueprints lying on the edge of his desk was cumbersome, unnecessary. Call it stir-craziness, call it spring cleaning—call it what you like, Dustin could care less. The point was his personal arsenal of inventions was becoming difficult to sift through. Thus, some had to be removed.

He was roughly two halls down when he first encountered John Connor scurrying shiftily away from the Armory with his computer, and immediately Dustin was suspicious. Nevertheless, he quickly disregarded any major concerns; he was probably just one of the new, slightly more crazy idiots that just woke up and tried to order out a bunch of weapons (because really, that look in his eyes was all too familiar to the paranoid genius regarding him). Stacy would’ve run him off if he was persistent enough. Damn those pesky tentacles…

It wasn’t until he was at the torn-up console that Dustin realized what had just transpired. By that point the suspect had long since disappeared. Thankfully Stacy did the work for him in figuring out who this mysterious person was—that way he wouldn’t arouse further suspicion by hacking into the mess John had created in order to track him down—thus he took the path of least resistance and, as he casually walked around the ship to look for raided weapons stores, tapped into his comm ring.

“John Connor, is it?” came the arrogant man’s voice, every bit as condescending as the previous adjective would imply, “I'd like to have a word about your handiwork…”
thewunderkind: (:|)

[personal profile] thewunderkind 2010-06-04 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was going too, then you did before me!" Pout, pout, pout. "I could have modified it to shoot lasers... HEY! D-don't you dare tell me how nice it handles, I want to find that out myself!"

She groaned as he continued. "Look, if you're one of those laaaame hero types that thinks they can handle the Ohm just by themselves and not get killed, surprise! They'll kill you! And that's if you don't get arrested by the security force here first. I've fought my share of wars before coming here, and I know what you're doing now is just stupid...dumb dumb head!"

[identity profile] demon-alessa.livejournal.com 2010-06-04 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not at all." Now he heard the voice around him, but he couldn't see anyone there just now. "I was actually really curious as to why it is you'll need the weapon."

Though if he thought she was being polite, it would have likely amused her.

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