In The Ark
Snipe-R stood there, looking at the autobot before him, with a depressed look. One could almost feel the depression in the room. And as usual, Rattrap had to walk in, followed by Cheetor. Immediately, Snipe turned and exited the corridor the opposite way that Rattrap came in. Rattrap snarled, he still didn't trust the ferret maximal, due to his lack of getting along and the fact that he kept coming to this room.
"I tell ya Cheetor, something's not right with ferret boy," Rattrap commented, stopping and looking at the autobot which Snipe had previously looking at. Cheetor shaked his head tired of Rattrap's mistrust.
"He's done right so far, Rattrap. If he were a Pred Spy, would he have told Optimus about that Maximal pod landing in Pred headquarters? If you're so worried about how he acts, why not check up his history on the data tracks?" Cheetor said as he turns and leaves for monitor duty. Rattrap smirked, why hadn't he had that idea?
Training room
Pantera was busy practicing hand to Hand combat with some level 3 droids when Snipe walked in. Walking over to the computer, he called out some more droids to practice on with his EM staff. As they came out, he stood calm and still, a smirk on his face. As the droids advanced, he swiftly moved into his fighting stance. The first advanced on him, wielding a staff similar to his own. Snipe quickly slashed upwards, and as the droid blocked, he reversed the direction his staff was moving, slicing up through the chest of the droid. Nearby, Pantera watched, having finished off her own droids. She noted how much Snipe's tactics seemed to be a combination of Pred and Maximal. After Snipe finished off the last two droids, he leaned back against the wall. Pantera noticed that he was strangely mentally fatigued for a TF of any type.