[center][color=a187be][H2]Septishock[/H2][/color][/center]

Septishock stood at his console. As a science officer, he had been assigned to the bridge crew to man the sensors. Their search for the missing Maximal ship had led them to the end of the trail, the last known location of the vessel's communication pings. To continue their search, Septishock scanned for any energy signatures or plasma exhaust trails that could lead them further. However, it seemed some rowdy Predacons had ideas of their own and had caused something of a ruckus, pushing more and more unauthorized individuals to the bridge, seeking shelter and disrupting his concentration. Though the row irked him, he continued to focus on his task, deciding to leave the command and security staff to handle the situation. He didn't know what the Predacons wanted nor did he care, he wanted to locate the missing ships and find out the source of the mysterious voice that had been heard in the final transmission. However, if he deemed the handling of the situation to be...inadequate, Septishock might be moved to take matters into his own hands...well, hand. He just hoped that the Predacons weren't stupid enough to damage the ship's propulsion systems. They were far from any nearby gravity wells, to his knowledge, and the thought of being stranded and drifting for millennia was not very appealing, though in a pinch, he could threaten to sabotage the propulsion himself so he could at least afford a few moments of QUIET.