“I hope Beast-bot can read cyberglyphics. . .” Flareshot thought to himself.
(@BlackBeltGamer98)
“I know, but I think it would be a good idea to take small steps you know? If I try making changes too fast, bad things could happen…”
He said. Trailing off.
Zepar knocked on his door.
Flareshot opened the door.
“Good, you’re here. Take a look at this, of the 19 bots on this list, these two stood out the most”
He then motioned to the messages by Sprocket and Matchstick
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Zepar looked over the one Sprocket had made, bringing out a notepad to help with translation.
“You can read understand that?” Flareshot asked Zepar
There was so little left of the body after all this time, that it was indeed very easy to mistake it for an asteroid, or to not even notice it at all. On the body’s right forearm was a golden device of some kind, in extreme disrepair.
The general content of the message consisted of a formal greeting to whoever its intended recipient was, assuring them that the Salvation and her crew would come in peace and informing them of the current plight of the cybertronian race and the mission to find the Omega Lock. The message had been beamed far out into space- far out of the way of any known cybertronain domain.
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“Kinda.” Zepar said as he wrote down his notes, erasing and correcting several times due to his imperfect grasp of the language. “It is something that is highly recommended, to the point where it generally is considered unofficially required, that Angelicons study it.”
After he finishes his rough translation, he reads it off to Flareshot.
“So, nothing had an unusual level of encryption?” He asked, “I doubt the traitor would use a common or major communications line.”
“According to Motherboard, all of these messages where sent over the public comms system. No encryption. Perhaps they are some form of code?”
“Are these messages text only or are some of these transcripts of audio messages?” Zepar asked with a shrug as he tried to see what the other messages were.
One message was indeed an audio recording, however, it appeared to have been corrupted somehow. All that could be heard was a harsh buzzing sound, unintelligible snippets of dialogue, and a high-pitched whistle at the end.
“Hmmm.”
“Does it say who sent that one Zepar?”
The message was sent by an Autobot requisitions officer working in the fifth cargo hold.
“Okay,” Zepar said as his ears rang from the mess of noise that was, “That feels like it’s either one really bungled up glitch or someone’s hiding something in there.”
He tries to see if he could find anything about who sent it, where it was supposed to go and where in the ship it was sent from.
He also included a note to request if anyone was willing to check it to make sure it was simply corrupted and not intentionally bungled up.
He continues checking the other messages, not wanting to leave any stone unturned.
“Hmmm. Looks like we have ended up with a pretty decent pool of suspects…”
Flareshot joins Zepar (@BlackBeltGamer98) in checking the other messages.
“let’s see if we can narrow it down abit…”
(@Chromeharpoon)
“And what would be the first small step?”
Gronius tried to transform into dragon mode while still having the space device.
OOC: Is the device acting like a space suit of sorts?
“I’d rather we have a list of Decepticon and Neutral suspects standing by just so the investigation moves a bit faster but, I’m just a volunteer and not an official security guy.” Zepar said, feeling he wasn’t very high on the totem pole that is the chain of command for the ship’s security forces.
“Signing up for this mission was that step.”
Two messages had been sent to the colony of Antilla, and one to Chaar. This was unusual, as both colonies were currently largely abandoned. The Decepticons were quickly bleeding Chaar dry of valuable resources, and Antilla had been devastated by an outbreak of Cosmic Rust.
Gronius would be successful. The energon armor shifts accordingly.
“And you call it a small step?”
Gronius opened his massive wings and took off, “flying” in the vacuum of space towards what was left of the corpse.