Paying no attention to the snake snooping around and making a mess, the first thing Skydancer did was head to the bridge to try and revive the ship.
He haphazardly pressed buttons and switches one after another just to see if anything at all responds, but the ship was completely dark and still. Even after putting some Energon into the emergency fuel reservoir, and spending a good amount of time fiddling with cables and wires to try and jump-start the computer, his efforts proved futile.
If only they could "tow" the ship to an inhabited planet, maybe there would be hope bringing it to life, but clearly his rescuer wasn't up to such a venture.
"Computer, condition report..." The bot called monotonously into the silence one last time, already knowing that he wasn't going to get a response. Then sighed and lightly tapped his servo on the control panel, as if giving an old friend a pat on the shoulder — a goodbye to the sleeping ship.
Then he turned to Darkfang.
"Are you done digging around in trash? Follow me..."
Skydancer walked through the corridor to what looked like an inconspicuous clear space on the wall, and pressed his servo against it, feeling the wall as if looking for a switch in a dark room. The sensor did not activate — obviously.
He then proceeded to take a step back while transforming his arm into sword mode, and plunged the blade into the wall. The blade stuck in a gap between two metal panels, revealing a secret opening. Skydancer wriggled the blade, forcing the gap to open wider, then grabbed onto the edge of the opening.
"Help me pull." He commanded.
The dead mechanism of the secret door was locked fast in place, and with Darkfang's help, they had to practically rip it out of the way.
Hiding behind it was a whole wall hung with weapons and shelves packed with ammo and various devices and equipment... Blades of all sizes, close-range and long-range blasters, various types of grenades... A lot of it was designed for killing quickly and silently. There was enough to arm a whole squad — because there used to be a squad.
"You take half." Skydancer instructed, walking up to the gun wall and getting straight to business. He was hoping to sell most of his share on the planet where he'll be dropped off. He didn't know what Darkfang was going to do with his half, and didn't care as long as the snake wasn't going to use it again him.
"Daggers, retractable spears. Sniper rifles. Paralyzers.. Shock grenades, smoke grenades..." He listed as he took weapons from the wall and opened containers. "In here are trackers and spy mini-drones... And these are D-PtP communication devices." He took out a container with what looked like several small chips. "It connects you to an isolated net that allows you to communicate with other members directly processor to processor, and also gives you information about each others' health status." That's how Angels communicated amongst each other in complete silence. "It's a bit invasive for the processor but pretty useful in teamwork. I already have one installed. Everyone else who was in the net is dead though." He explained, rolling a chip in his digits. "It uh- also subtly feeds prayers and teachings straight into your processor... " He nearly forgot to mention. "For maintaining morale and making sure we make the right choice in a critical situation... Maybe if you fiddle with it it's possible to switch off that function.. I'm not entirely sure..."
