Alpha looked around and saw nothing that could be a bug and opened a containment unit and pulled out an old music player. He calibrated for and put in one audio output device and hit ‘start’.
He listened to some flute music, the tunes various from relaxing calm symphonies to fast paced and energetic songs. He hated admitting it but he loves music, odd considering how he felt the sound of folks working in repairing artillery was musical in an odd way; most would stick to one kind of music: the music of their workplaces but he liked a little variety.
Alpha began tapping out the melody of the songs he was listening to on his foot. It would cause a sound to be heard in the room below that was quiet enough to be annoying/kinda distracting but loud enough to be heard if you listen.
Alpha’s device went to a track like a lullaby but instead of being soothing it felt more sad. The taps went to its melody: slow, soft, sad. The image in his mind was one of a plain near a castle at twilight.
The room under him was Surdus. The sergeant went there after Lock closed the bar. He ignored Alpha’s annoying manifestation for the first two minutes, but then he decided to stop it. He exited the ship and headed towards the stairs/elevator, when he saw the death body of the SUV (@Ace).
“HEY!” He yelled. “ANOTHER DEATH BODY!”
Alpha was also awoken. He groggily got up then snapped fully awake when he realized what the alarm was. “No, not now.” He said as he put the device and its container into their hiding place then running to see what happened.
Alpha thundered to the area, screeching to a stop by Load. “That’s two dead. And both were Decepticons.” He muttered. “I’m not liking the look of this.” He then asks Load what frequency Railfire is usually on, there was need for his services again.
Not a weapon discharge nor a blade took his life; the logical conclusion is that it was either beaten to a mangled mess or clawed out. he thought, noting how there was no residue from a blade and no melting caused by a weapons discharge.
He kept his distance so as to not disturb or accidentally tamper with anything.
And we are overdue to meet with Haliaetus about earlier; anything else this day can throw at us to knock us for a loop? And that wasn’t a challenge, universe!
Alpha froze, Scrap! Why did it have to be the sergeant that had the room below mine? he thought, standing stock still at attention.
He was in his hab-suite the whole time and didn’t think he was playing music that loudly then realized his habit of tapping out tunes he listened to. He slowly began tapping out one of the tunes, the slower one that was like a lullaby.
He took care to not be too loud with it this time as he was pretty sure there was likely a room or hall below this one. There was no point not good to lying about it, but he didn’t want to say it out loud.
“I would rather not say it out loud, sir.” Alpha muttered, increasing the volume of his foot taps. “It’s something I’m not comfortable talking about in a public setting.”