[center][h3][color=0054a6]NAUTICA[/color][/h3][color=0054a6][b]Location:[/b][/color] Bridge[/center][hr]Nodding at her companions, Nautica started affixing the charge to the door, setting the detonator both to be triggered remotely and by a motion sensor to blow immediately if the door so much as started buckling or opening. She moved to the side of the door frame - the shaped charge should not threaten anyone on the bridge, however standing directly in the path of any intruders was not on Nautica's agenda. Instead, she drew one of her two blades, ready to part the first mutineer charging through from their head by a horizontal slash from behind the corner. She was a peaceful femme, but she was still a predacon. If there was a battle, there would be no prisoners.

Septishock's announcement gave her a pause, and for a few seconds she was glad she did not set the bomb on a timer, as there appeared to be a hope for a solution that did not involve spilling any energon. [i][color=0054a6]Well, other than potentially the ship's.[/color][/i] Suddenly her personal hidden stash of energon gummies might gain significant value as one of the few fuel sources remianing. All hopes were crushed though as the power to the consoles began to fail, meaning that any second the scientist may actually lose the ability to deliver on his threat. Back to plan A. She took the detonator, flipped open the safety and looked at their positions. A sniper ready to take shots, herself ready to carve living mechs into dead spare parts, and a bulky maximal also next to the door. Not great, not terrible. She should really get a blaster installed.

[color=0054a6]"Clear the door and be ready! Take out anyone who so much as pokes a servo through! I wouldn't bet on them keeping anyone they don't have a use for."[/color] she said as loudly as she dared for it not to be heard on the other side of the door. Her thumb hovered over the detonator, waiting for any sign of intrusion or for the consoles to finally fizzle and die.