She smiled to herself as she exited from one of the small ducts that linked her room to the several other cabinet housings that she had installed throughout the unused spaces inside the holdings of the Colours. She climbed down into what was a simple room as far as she was concerned though the others had charitably called it her domain at times but more often than not tended to describe it as a rats-nest of cabling and electronics enough to rival many of the telecommunication exchanges within the great cities, which she took as a complement on her design. When the others had gone out to assault the home of the Primes, which had been foolhardy at best and suicidal at worst, she had elected to remain and monitor their opponents. This had mainly been to ensure that the mission went off without much issue as well as to keep an eye on each of them, since in the heat of battle (which it was most likely to become) it is not as easy as it seems to keep everyone in sight.
The chaos of the room slowly melted away somewhat as she made her way through the clash of components and howling roar of electronics cooling themselves and beeping to announce the completion of a task, no matter how small. At its heart it was a condensed nerve centre into which all data, resources and information that the Colours and their rebel allies were able to gather, with a single chair that she climbed into and allowed it to mould to her body shape as it always did. Arranged around this on several arms which bound them together into a matrix of displays were three sets of nine screens aligned into three rows of three for each, which formed into a triangular setup around her position as she made herself comfortable.
She was beginning to worry about the breakout as it progressed, and started to plan routes of escape and acquired a couple of transports which she successfully delivered into the hands of a couple of rebels to help them evacuate any survivors when the time came; which she had already set in motion before Red and the others left. She had thought to join them as well but events were progressing faster than she would have liked, and too fast for her arrival to aid much beyond what she could do from here anyways. Her earlier hack into the Prime database had been met with the usual resistance that she’d come to expect.
Even had he not told me, I know he joined them… I’d know his code anywhere.
Shaking her head she steeled herself against old attachments and memories as her attention returned to the matter at hand. She was tuned into the communication flying between the colours in action and attempting to breach those of the Primes as well when she caught Red and Orange making a bit of an error in judgement as they used their actual names. Her first reaction was to think them idiots and foolish as anyone could have heard it but as she thought about it, knowing that would probably not make much difference since it was unlikely that any leverage could be garnered from that.
Muttering to herself she flicked a switch on her system which caused the room to be filled with music in an attempt to calm her as she monitored how badly things were going for the team and wondering what could happen next, especially given Red’s insane offer of herself for everyone else. Though the response of the Primes was even stranger, simply allowing them to go? Ah but of course it was all just another way for the Primes to assert their superiority and make their opponents feel downtrodden once again. Hopefully that wasn’t going to be the case… Well she could hope, and would most likely see the truth when the others returned.