Silenced

8 | Lost Lies

It was a short time later after Airachnid's Insecticon attack and Megatron had already fully recovered, allowing for Knockout return to his usual work during the day, along with his newfound mini-con assistant.

Ravage arose from his cat nap, his long yawn revealing a full set of razor sharp denta. Knockout had let him rest up for awhile, and Ravage was too lazy to argue. Although, Ravage still made sure to keep himself half awake, knowing full well Knockout had some secret agenda he wanted to accomplish while Ravage was in power down thanks to Soundwave's informative lecture. The physician was quite obvious, actually - despite what he may have been led to believe.

Knockout turned his helm when he heard the mini-con wake, spreading a smile across his faceplate. "Oh, Ravage, you're up - good. Watch over the med-bay for me while I'm gone, would you?" Knockout flicked a small wave their way before exiting out of the door. Ravage gave a belated nod, and waited patiently to see if Knockout might come back for something, his tail thumping lightly against the floor. Once that prospect seemed unlikely, he took one final lookaround before rising from the floor, his optics attracting themselves to a certain section of the wall. Ravage stalked over and jumped up onto the table next to it, lightly brushing a couple boxes stacked on top of one another to the side to reveal the fake piece of wall, now sticking out like a sore digit.

Ravage found Knockout opening the cavity in his feigned recharge, and though the doctor didn't do much with the box and cube it contained, it was more than enough time for him to remember its hiding place. Ravage dimmed his gaze and looked down at himself, loosely holding up his front paw.

Not much use for opening walls. He thought mutely, inspecting its overall dexterity. He humphed a bit to himself.

Well, a good thing that I dont just have claws to work with.

Ravage added to his thoughts as he reeled in his tail and transformed it into a tentacle apendage, using the small end-tail tendrils to latch onto the wall and pry the fake slate out from the rest. Ravage's feral optics brightened, pawing out the box from the hole with his claw and grabbing it in between his jaws. Once the rectangular case was out, he set the metal plate and the boxes covering the patch back in place with his tail and jumped down, achieiving his prized objective. Ravage grinned victoriously, about to strut out into the hall with it before he was suddenly struck with the memory that his assignment was supposed to be covert, and froze. Although he knew what lay disclosed inside the contents of the box was surely important, Ravage mulled over his options before settling on going out all the same.

Not like any bot would know what was hidden in it either way.

Ravage reassured himself as he bounded out into the guarded halls of the Nemesis and veered a sharp right. Ravage could roughly guess Soundwave's location--no, he was practically certain that Soundwave would be at the upper bridge console. He made sure to be stealthy and blend in with the shadows as he went, avoiding witnesses to the best of his ability, especially Knockout, that were on his path while darting past any inevitable onlookers with bullet-like speed and agility.

The predicted certainty of the mini-con's came out to be true in the end, with Soundwave silently glancing over his shoulder as Ravage's steps forward pronounced his presence to the ever alert Third In Command. Soundwave tilted his head curiously at the object in Ravage's mouth, then kneeling down to him to get a better look, expecting some random gadget. Soundwave was sorely mistaken however, and paled as soon as he realized.

"Ravage..." His mood and tone quickly darkened while he held a livid glare beneath his visor. Ravage dropped the box at his feet and sat in dejected shame, curling his tail around himself. Soundwave contemplated hastily on whether or not to reprimand his mini-con for what could have been a mighty substantial disaster, but decided to put it off for the moment - simply because he didnt have the time.