trans_9 | We will all go together when we go [Closed to bomb teams]

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.]]

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.]]

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."

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.

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.

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,"

And then he got a tiny 5 feet tall afro girl appearing behind them. She looked angry, and her backpack was almost clacking with all of the stuff she had managed to bring, some much more helpful than others.

"Hey," she whispered harshly to the older guys. She didn't know them, but Lash was pretty sure they were the other people Leon told her to meet. There wasn't much times for questions anyway, what with that blasted thing (pun not intended) threatening to blow up the ship.

Her mind was already racing. They had a bomb to disarm and spotted guns. The pods worried her the most of all. Even with her usual disregard that the sacrifice of one or two would outweigh the survival of a million others...if that one or two where people she knew...maybe Hawke was in there. She couldn't take that risk. This would have to be a perfect operation. No second tries.

"What an asshole," she muttered more to herself than Jacob and Bones.

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."

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.

"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.

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!"

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.

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.

Tenaya detached her hand and sent it in another direction while she started combing through more easily accessible circuits.

"No time to be blaming yourself," she agreed. "Take care of that later."

Thing's camera picked up something that didn't quite look like it belonged with the rest of the Bridge equipment. It made its way back to Tenaya, allowing her to download the video and send it off to Ben.

"Is this it?"

Had it not been for the guidance of a very specific Human, Renne might have missed the caverns altogether in his search.

The scent of this thing is...strage to say the least, but overlaid by a distinctly foul stench, that's enough to stop the little blue anomaly in his crawling tracks.
Perking both five-inch ears up, Renne finds himself warily murmuring to himself.

"Eeeegh. Tha-t be stin-kee."

English be damned, the flashes of colour streaking across his skin might be enough to display his disgust.

"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."

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.

(ooc it's Booth, not Brennan.)

"I haven't met him yet, but he seems like it, definately."

"Either of you bomb squad techs? Or, your world's equivelant?" he asked. "I'm Army and FBI, I've got some knowledge, but I wouldn't want to try disarming on my own."

He frowned, distracted a bit by the fact that her hand had just come off. "I haven't seen this stuff before, so I'm not sure. I don't want to rip out the power source for the bridge or anything." He glanced over at the lanky guy. "Does anything about that look weird?"

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

Bomb 1- Celena, Renne, and Zetta

Bomb 2- Angie and Axl

Bomb 3- Booth, Keyes, and Lash

Bomb 4- Dustin, John and Sarah Connor

Bomb 5- Cowabunga and Stature

Bomb 6- Ratchet and Starfire

Bomb 7- Beastboy, Jake, the Tenth Doctor

Bomb 8- Ben Skywalker, Lowe, Tenaya

Re: Bomb 8- Ben Skywalker, Lowe, Tenaya

Re: Bomb 1- Celena, Renne, and Zetta

Re: Bomb 3- Booth, Keyes, and Lash

Re: Bomb 1- Celena, Renne, and Zetta

Re: Bomb 3- Booth, Keyes, and Lash

Re: Bomb 2- Angie and Axl

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

Re: Bomb 8- Ben Skywalker, Lowe, Tenaya

Re: Bomb 6- Ratchet and Starfire

Re: Bomb 1- Celena, Renne, and Zetta

Re: Bomb 2- Angie and Axl

Re: Bomb 8- Ben Skywalker, Lowe, Tenaya

Re: Bomb 1- Celena, Renne, and Zetta

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Re: Bomb 3- Booth, Keyes, and Lash

Re: Bomb 8- Ben Skywalker, Lowe, Tenaya