We will all go together when we go [Closed to bomb teams]

[kawalskyeffect.livejournal.com]

There were 8 bombs spread around the ship. The teams were assigned. They had their orders, now they had to carry them out. And pray to whatever they held dear that they could disarm them in time.

Tick tock.

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Bomb 1- Celena, Renne, and Zetta

[kawalskyeffect.livejournal.com]

This bomb was located in the pod cavern. For the team, it would be easy to sense the closer they came to it. It pulsed with magical energy, and not a pleasant kind at that. With each step they took the air grew thicker, and their bodies were harder and harder to move. At this rate, complete exhaustion would set in soon.

Re: Bomb 1- Celena, Renne, and Zetta

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Hoisted by one of his minions, Zetta stared into the pod caverns with a grim frown. "Damn. That's some seriously bad mana."

Two minions crashed to the ground from an unspecified point in the sky. Zetta snapped orders at them without even looking. "Go grab the nearest people you can find. I'll bet I'm not the only one who can sense this."

The pair hurried off to the hall. To his 'leader' minion, the girl carrying him, he added, "Not that I need help to handle this, of course. I need an audience! Hyaaa ha ha ha ha!"

The leader girl, having no real sapience, hadn't questioned any of this anyway, so she had no opinion. That was fine, because Zetta could bluster like this for entirely too long. Though the truth of the matter was that, if he had to go it alone, he'd find a way.

Re: Bomb 1- Celena, Renne, and Zetta

[curiousredsoul]

He certainly wasn't the only one to sense the energy that the bomb gave off, the dragon that soon shot out of the central pillar within the massive cavern that made up the pod caves, markings alight with energy. That sense of pulsing energy.

Circling overhead once Celena spotted the others down below, along with a talking book from what she could hear and see, one that contained some power if her sense was to be trusted. One that was intending to disable the device from what she gathered, tilting on wing tip she altered her path, coming in low over the pods wings flaring wide out at the last second to kill her momentum to land gracefully for the speed she had come in at.

Walking up to the pair, "Greetings, I gather you too sense the device ahead," the briefest of nods given to them both as she walked up to and just past the girl and the book she carried, her eyes and markings flaring as she viewed the path ahead in terms of energy and magic. "This could prove..interesting,"

Re: Bomb 1- Celena, Renne, and Zetta

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Oh hey, a dragon. No one had told Zetta there were dragons on this ship (but the fact didn't really surprise him, after all). Better yet, this dragon had a crapload of mana. That could really come in handy.

"That's a pretty nasty feel," Zetta said. Amazingly, he's too distracted to ham it up... for the moment. "I can get to it, but I'm pretty sure I'd be out of minions to invite by the time I reached it. Are you dexterous enough to write?" Zetta automatically assumed literacy.

Bomb 2- Angie and Axl

[kawalskyeffect.livejournal.com]

This bomb was located in the Hangar, and it was completely inaccessible to anyone not coated in nonorganic material. Well, theoretically it was accessible but only if you wanted to melt. Other than that it was a completely normal bomb. Aside from being incredibly complex, even for a highly advanced society.

Re: Bomb 2- Angie and Axl

[gunslinging.livejournal.com]

Axl knew his way around the hangar well enough, so it didn't take him long to locate the bomb.

Leon had told him not to touch it before backup joined him. And he hadn't exactly been planning on it, anyway -- at least not until he had a better idea of where to start and whether it was in his skill range. So instead he started flicking through every kind of scanner he had built-in, pulling as much data as he could.

"...man." His tone was somewhere between admiring and disgusted. "They just don't make 'em like this at home."

Re: Bomb 2- Angie and Axl

[re-engineer.livejournal.com]

And here his backup came, in all her shiny glory. Angie touched down next to Axl, whistling low. "They don't make them like this where I come from, either. I'm not sure I want to see Shiva's world if he comes up with this sort of stuff."

She nodded to her partner. "I'm Angie. Nice to meet you. Wish it could have been under better circumstances." And these were definitely not great circumstances.

Bomb 3- Booth, Keyes, and Lash

[kawalskyeffect.livejournal.com]

There was another bomb located in the pod caverns. This one might seem fairly straightforward, at least until you spotted the guns set up to fire on anything that moved. Not only would they have to watch out for themselves, but also make sure that they didn’t let any of the pods be hit by the gunfire.

Re: Bomb 3- Booth, Keyes, and Lash

[sexygman.livejournal.com]

Bomb squad had never been Booth's area, but he hoped he had enough army and FBI skills to get through this. He couldn't move right away, and he knew it, not unless he wanted to get shot at. They had to find a way to disarm them, somehow.

Bomb 4- Dustin, John and Sarah Connor

[kawalskyeffect.livejournal.com]

There was one very special terminal in Engineering, waiting just for them to hack into it. And then explode. Of course, if they didn’t hack into it, it was going to explode anyway. Good luck getting into its system without letting the command pathways know about it.

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

The area was fairly quiet, for now. A brief scuffling was the only thing that gave away the intruder upon the premise, a shuffling of fabric, the soft padding of bare feet against squishy floors. The faintest humming, ambiance that blended into the running of consoles and Stacy's pulse and breathing, and a strong red glow that flashed around the corner briefly before its owner pulled it back and pressed himself upon the opposite wall.

Dustin held his breath.

The V-12 FPL was held against his side like a grossly oversized pistol, tank bubbling slowly, veins pulsing between slate-stained metal with silent power. It hadn't done him very much good so far—Dustin had expected to find defenses, automated turrets, attack aliens, whatever, there had to be more than just a terminal and a bomb. Then again, maybe he just needed an excuse to shoot something. There was always that.

But it all seemed too easy. It wasn't sitting right with Dustin at all. Maybe—maybe there were some sensory defenses, an invisible trigger or some sort. Or perhaps there was another person out to detonate the charge as soon as he entered the room. Something.

Dustin pulled out his phone and, with a shifty glance down both corridors, initiated a low-frequency scan.

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

Alex said softly over the comm ring so as to barely disturb the silence, "Dustin, Alex a-approaching from l-left." He turned the corner and approached Dustin from the left, as said. He might not have been anywhere near as good as a professional at this whole creeping around places, but the last few months had taught him a few things.

After having Mikel nearly attacking him because of a failure to communicate his location, he learned that you never startle a person on high alert. Even Alice seemed to understand the situation. She sat quietly on his shoulder having refused to let Alex leave her in the room.

Alex slipped along the wall, noting the other teen's uneasy shadow. In this situation, it was probably a good thing to have.

Alex wasn't entirely sure what it was the boy was doing with his cellphone, but he figured it was somehow useful. He connected his new power source into his laptop and powered it up, hoping beyond hope that something would be compatible. Oh, how much easier that would make things. If nothing was, well, then he'd come up with something. That was what he did. What he needed to know was what the other boy had found out so far. He pulled out his omnicomm and typed, "Situation?" so that Dustin could see.

Bomb 5- Cowabunga and Stature

[kawalskyeffect.livejournal.com]

There was a bomb in the pod caverns that couldn’t be spotted. They know, however, that it was there and had pinpointed its final location, give or take a few inches.

It might have been small, but the explosion it would create was not. Work fast.

Re: Bomb 5- Cowabunga and Stature

[cow-abunga.livejournal.com]

As soon as the call went out, Cowabunga had run to grab his gear, which he carried with him now.

"Alright, any plans for finding this thing?"

Re: Bomb 5- Cowabunga and Stature

[staturity]

Cassie quickly made her way to the bomb. She tried to relax, tried not to think very much about what she had to do or what could go wrong. She could do this. Her dad had done this before. She remembered that. Remembered quite vividly sitting on the couch watching the news, vigorously stirring what would eventually be her hot tuna prune casserole surprise, calling her babysitter a cow (well, bovine) for talking too loud to one of her girlfriends and chewing that stupid bubblegum. She'd been powerless to do anything then but that was how many years ago? Back when they were in California.

Things had changed. She had grown up, learned more. And now she was the only one who could do this or else a lot of people, including her, were going to die.

No pressure. Besides, she'd have help.

Cassie started shrinking. "If you have anything to scan the area that'd work. I'm going to search the area. I'll have a better chance at seeing it while I'm small. We can talk over the comms."

Bomb 6- Ratchet and Starfire

[kawalskyeffect.livejournal.com]

The final bomb in the pod caverns looked like it was out of Mission Impossible. Lasers and blasters activated by a complex scanning system. Move fast, or get zapped… unless there was a pod behind you, in which case you’d just have to take the hit. Better send someone who can withstand that kind of power.

Re: Bomb 6- Ratchet and Starfire

[talks2stoplight.livejournal.com]

Ratchet had already been en route to the pod caverns when his omnicom had alerted him to the message from the captain, who was thankfully able to provide coordinates. Better than having to search this entire place blind. He sped down the ramps, pushing for speed in an alt mode that was significantly smaller than what he was used to and homing in on the location he'd been given.

Sensors screamed a warning at the last minute as he rounded a turn, the unexpected security net suddenly leaping up in front of him. "Oh slag-!" The four foot ambulance dug his tires in and banked hard, laser fire trailing inches behind him. He spun behind a pod support and unfolded back into his primary mode, weapon in hand.

Hadn't they said something about a partner? With all the pods and their respective lifeforms, it was impossible to scan for anyone specific, so he went for the old fashioned route: "If there's anyone out there, this is Autobot medical officer Ratchet! I've been sent by Captain Kennedy!"

[starbolts]

"As have I," Starfire answered, zooming in from the rear and doing her best to avoid laser fire. "I am Starfire."

"We are partners in the effort to disable this bomb, correct?" She deflected some more fire with a starbolt and weaved out of the way. "It seems to require a swift approach."

Bomb 7- Beastboy, Jake, the Tenth Doctor

[kawalskyeffect.livejournal.com]

They knew the general area of this bomb. It was somewhere in Hydroponics. But it was too hard to track down. It was almost like it was moving constantly, without any discernible pattern. But, if they had the sense, they could detect a strange scent in the area. It was an animal, but unlike any other animal they’d encountered here before.

[[OOC: Beastboy and possibly Jake, go track it down.]]

Re: Bomb 7- Beastboy, Jake, the Tenth Doctor

[changelingdude.livejournal.com]

Need a scent tracked down? You call upon the strongest nose in the business.

A green Bloodhound was working his way through Hydroponics breathing deeply through his nose letting a system of nose hairs so sophisticated that hundreds of years of evolution and breeding hadn't been able to improve upon it do their work.

Before Beastboy had been a member of the Teen Titans he'd been a member of The Doom Patrol, and his father figure and leader Mento had made the most of Beastboy's limited shape shifting abilities...by training him to recognize various scents. Drugs, cadavers, and bombs.

While at the time he hated the training...it sure was coming in handy now.

Alright Mento, if we don't blow up I promise to buy you the biggest father's day card when we get our universe back. He thought to himself as he continued picking his way through the area.

There! A scent that wasn't anything he recognized! And if the mind of the Bloodhound mixed with the mind of the boy couldn't place the scent...it didn't belong.

With a howl he took off running following the invisible trail.

[thatsortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor recognises that dog! Maybe not that specific shape, but honestly, how many green dogs can they have around here? Of course, before he can say hello, Beast Boy's racing off after some scent the Doctor can only hope is actually the bomb, not some small animal that's caught the canine mind's interest - and the Doctor really has no choice but to follow, though not without a certain amount of grumbling along the way.

"Interdimensional spaceship, all the technology in all the universes to choose from, and we're stuck tracking down bombs with dogs. There's something... very wrong about this."

Bomb 8- Ben Skywalker, Lowe, Tenaya

[kawalskyeffect.livejournal.com]

The bomb was located in the Bridge but there was so many different terminals and circuits they were interfering with pinpointing an exact location. Wherever it was, it wasn’t readily accessible.

[[OOC: Go find it Ben.]]

Re: Bomb 8- Ben Skywalker, Lowe, Tenaya

[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

He pulled up the map of the ship on his omnicomm unit. Fortunately, at this point, he could ignore the better part of the map. He ran a finger along the screen, concentrating on the Force, and zoomed in on one particular portion of the Bridge. "It's in here somewhere," he said, freezing the frame and forwarding it to his team's omnicomms. "I can keep concentrating, but it would be great if someone could see the thing."

Re: Bomb 8- Ben Skywalker, Lowe, Tenaya

[kitbashurgundam.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry - we'll find it." Lowe said. Noticing the area Ben brought up, Lowe turned and went for the area to begin his search.

"God damn! I've been up here trying to fix this place and now this...!" he mumbled. "How could I have so friggin' blind?! I could have stopped this!"

[Don't beat yourself up, Lowe. You couldn't have known.] 8 piped up. [Right now, let's find this thing and deactivate it. We have plenty of help as well...!]

"...you're right, 8. Sorry." Lowe said, calming down.