I would need to release more of the terraforming bots into the bay. Right now, minor bots swam around, but I had plans for some real big beefy boys trapped within my head.
While the little search bots skittered out from underneath my palm, I thought about my next steps while I chilled out in the mouth of the bay. For now, though, I half watched the diagram of the tanker slowly unveil itself while I knelt down and sent my Megatron armor back into its subspace pocket.
I looked at my Prime armor for half a moment, then changed my mind. That armor would come out if I wanted to smile and wave at the crowds, then maybe put my foot up someone's ass. Megatron was for when I was going for all-out annihilation of my enemies.
Pushing back a little on my endo-sym armor, I had them form a pair of cargo pants along with putting my air-treks on. Wasn't sure I was going to skate back over the bay to the hospital, but I had no plans to walk around this stupid ship. With a light kick of my leg, I was skating across the deck of the massive tanker.
As I flowed across the surface of the ship, the scanners in my endo-sym cargo pants did their work. They processed everything around me and fed it to my HUD. Two pumps of my leg took me to the communications tower and another kick of the leg sent me up the side of the tower.
Once I was on the tower's balcony, my hand gripped firmly on the railing as I brought my legs over. I gave the door a test and found that the handles were far too rusted to open properly. With two fingers pointed at the side of the massive ship door, silver leaked from between them as it formed a nozzle. The end of the nozzle glowed a cherry red as it charged up in a matter of seconds before a laser beam flew out and impacted the door hinges.
Liquid melted under my little laser as I did the top hinge and then the bottom. My fingers on the other hand sunk into the metal as I took a solid hold of it, then lifted the entire thing and moved it to the side. Now that the door was out of the way, I could finally enter the ship's tower. With the door against the wall, I walked onto the bridge.
Surprisingly, the bridge wasn't as run down as I thought it would be. As I walked around and looked things over, I noticed the cable hanging out from underneath the throttle station. After a little inspection, I found that someone had left the ship in both full throttle and with the wheel turned towards the side of the bay to beach the damn thing. With narrowed eyes, I knelt down and looked over the floor as my vision mode changed.
My sight flickered through a few modes before I was finally able to pick up the footprints that stayed in the flooring. Normally, I shouldn't be able to pick anything up because it's been so many years. Yet, it was also clear that they took one look at the wires hanging down and just wrote the situation off as unsalvageable. I kept well out of the way as I scanned the footprints and my system returned that they were low wedge shoes, female sevens.
Once that was established, I noticed that the marks of the lady who wore these shoes came from around the corner, the leaving marks also indicated the same thing. When I followed the tracks though, I was not happy with what I found. They vanished right at the corner, which was more than unusual, but when I took my time to look over the place. I noticed that the corner was in the exact blind spot for the camera that was pointing to the bridge. When I recreated the scene after taking a second look at everything, I found that anyone wearing any type of hat could be a blind spot for the cameras.
I wanted to say that I was surprised that Cauldron was the one responsible for the beached tanker but I also wasn't that surprised. They lived by the path and would continue to do so no matter how brain-dead the path was. The path was made by the genocidal parasites that gave out power and wanted conflict. Yet these assholes were following the same brain-dead genocidal conflict-driven engine to kill another of the parasites.