The handle at the datacard’s top had been extended in the struggle, and the machine’s blue lights glow dimly. It did not seem to have suffered any significant damage.
“We have more immediate concerns,” Shockwave says. “The theft of the Omega Map, and the simultaneous assaults of these ‘heretics’, and the terrorcons infesting the derelict.”
Actaeon makes it through right before the bulkhead lowers, trapping the terrorcons in a short stretch of hallway.
The only “straggler” was a rusted forearm, severed from a terrorcon when the bulkhead shut. However, the limb displayed a life of its own, using its fingers to scurry toward Actaeon.
Epsilon thunders into the lab and gives Sprocket the Omega Map. “Don’t lose this again.” He said as his optic flickered back to blue and slumped on the ground exhausted.
“Let’s just destroy the derelict.” Zepar said, figuring that destroying the ship would mean no new Terrorcons could come from there.
“A tactical genius, you are,” the heretic squad leader quips with a hint of sarcasm. “A’right, we got this deck’s zombie problem under control an’ a few more moments to live, at least. Whaddya say we do next?”
“Ahem, um… yeah,” an embarrassed Sprocket sputters. “Like I said, I’m kinda unavailable right now, but maybe I can send someone over.”
“Well if we know our enemy, then I would predict they would find a way around the bulkhead, such as a ducts and vents. If that is the case, this group of frak, would end up regrouping above or below us, maybe regrouping at another deck with others of their kind. Our best bet, is to find a way to eliminate them while staying on the outside of this bulkhead. If we can’t we should run and regroup to help another deck.”
The rest of the bridge’s machinery was inert- likely damaged beyond functionality from the initial terrorcon outbreak millions of years ago and the passage of time. Only the pilot’s station and the communications console were active, and then only barely so. There was only one body within the room- the bisected corpse of the terrorcon Knight that had attacked SideStep earlier. The rest had likely re-animated and joined the rest of the horde outside.
Actaeon nods. He remembers that this was Deck 1 and looks for a access panel to contact the bridge, to relay the current situation with the terrorcons. He felt as if he had no need to mention the heretics, so he wouldn’t mention them. Best to keep on their good side for now.
“You and four other squads,” Broadband says. “Sorry, but if we could do that, we would’ve already. The current plan is to keep the living dead trapped near the breach points until we can jump to transwarp. Unfortunately, that’s proving easier said than done.”