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Post by SceneMod on Dec 27, 2010 0:28:55 GMT -5
"They might've," Mother Theron says to Kup, but doesn't elaborate.
"Well, I'll start with those most likely to bother you here. That would also be those who caused you the most trouble. That Montaigne," she scowls, "He's the one that hurt your girl. He and Perspicax, they're part of the Grail Project. Hush hush thing. Specialize in immortality tricks and the like. I imagine they wanted to use the god-egg to make more money keeping people who don't understand life looking like new chicks.
"Shame about that girl. Perspicax comes of good stock," Of course the crow considers assassins to be good stock, "She was raised up right too, though not Shard. Think she lost her faith along the way."
She shrugs, "At any rate, they might get pushy, at least to try and find out if your girl died, and if not, how you stopped their trick."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 27, 2010 19:23:04 GMT -5
Rodimus glances back at Kup curiously when the veteran talks like he knows which Decepticon is in. "Him who?" he asks, then he hesitates. "Or you can tell me later, if you'd prefer."
"That's what they poisoned Bambi for?!" Rodimus demands, optics flaring angrily, and he starts to push himself out of his seat before he realizes that it wouldn't do any good. Okay, it wasn't technically a poison, but that's about as close as language allows.
Then he settles back in and inclines his head slightly. "All right. Thanks for the heads up there. Thing is, I've seen the girl before." He decides he'll ask Perceptor if they exchanged any more than passing pleasantries, though his brow knits a moment. Perceptor... Perspicax... hnh. Weird coincidence there.
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Post by Kate Mason on Dec 27, 2010 20:01:40 GMT -5
//Spinister,// radios Kup to Rodimus Prime, fairly snarling.
Kup is perversely impressed that anyone found something that could make a Dinobot sick, but he doesn't say as much. He does try to elbow Rodimus Prime, snorting, as Rodimus continues to Know Everyone.
Indeed the snippy one, he asks, "Don't they know that faded paint's the best part of age? Don't got to preen and primp no more." Kup eyes Rodimus pointedly.
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Post by SceneMod on Dec 29, 2010 11:36:41 GMT -5
"People fear the harbingers of death more than they fear the death itself," the old woman snorts, "Foolishness. Life and death are cyclic necessities and all things die in their own time to be reborn later. Even gods. The just don't die like we do."
"Nothing is immortal."
"But you didn't ask for a philosophy discussion, now did you?" Mother Theron taps a finger on the arm of her chair, "Who else was there? Oh yes. Vy'lien." She nearly spits out the elder robot's name.
"He's Unicronian born and bred, but you won't find him hanging around with the cults and churches here. Not everyone who worships the Devourer is a fanatic or prone to screaming that fact from the rooftops. He's smart, subtle, utterly ruthless, and been around since before I was hatched. He meant what he said; had he won the thing, he would have destroyed it. He's probably rather torqued off that you found the real egg and hatched Our Lady."
Her black eyes fix on Rodimus, on the flames his clothes don't quite hide, "I can say with some confidence that you're at the top of his interest list Rodimus Prime. He's a collector but he also considers himself a Prior of sorts. You have placed yourself in the position of 'threat' to his god. I doubt you'll see the end of him when you leave this planet."
Mother Theron looks at the water dispenser as if trying to decide if her thirst were worth the pain and effort to get up.
"He almost won that little girl, you know." She shudders. Just thinking about what would have happened in that case makes her feel sick. An odd thing, given that Mother Theron is also smart, subtle, utterly ruthless and more than willing to kill for her beliefs.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 29, 2010 12:59:06 GMT -5
Kup may well have reason to recall his playful jabs at Rodimus's 'youthful preening' soon enough, but that is still some days in the future.
On this day, Rodimus smirks, and responds in kind. "There's some that primping and preening don't help no matter how young they are, old timer, but you go right on using 'age' as your excuse."
Then he returns his focus to Mother Theron, frowning as she describes Vy'lien. "I intend to remain as much a threat to his 'god' as I can manage," he practically growls out. "But by 'born and bred,' do you mean... is he a... a herald? Remade by Unicron? And what do you mean 'won'?"
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Post by Kate Mason on Dec 30, 2010 23:51:20 GMT -5
Kup doesn't really buy into all of what Mother Theron is saying. he just tries to pick out the useful pieces.
Kup growls a bit over Mother Theron's talk of Vy'lien putting Rodimus at the top of his hit list. When he sees Mother Theron eyeing the water dispenser, he takes the excuse to stand and mosies over there, belatedly asking, "Need something to wet your whistle?"
He heckles Rodimus, "Ahh-h, we'll see how pretty you're sitting when you've been blown up a few times."
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 1, 2011 20:59:14 GMT -5
"That would be much appreciated," Mother Theron replies to Kup, "Thank you. By the way, what happened to your little friend?"
The old birds eyes widen at Rodimus's question, "Shards, no, not one of those damned souls!" She shudders, "He was brought up Unicronian, built into some cult of them. He's the last of his line or some such."
"Who else did you want to know about?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 1, 2011 21:38:35 GMT -5
Rodimus leans back to roll his head and grin after Kup as the veteran prepares to head for the water dispenser. "Still a lot prettier than you, old man."
And then it's seriousness again as he turns back towards Mother Theron. "I recall seeing Noah Be'net there. Now, I already know a bit about him and his company. Enough to know that I probably need to know more, anyway."
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Post by Kate Mason on Jan 1, 2011 22:15:39 GMT -5
"Gotta have something going for you, kid," Kup teases back gamely.
He gets Mother Theron her water, setting it down on her chair arm for her, before ambling back to his own chair. He grumbles, "Weren't no friend of mind."
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 2, 2011 13:42:32 GMT -5
Mother Theron takes a sip of her water before speaking to Kup, "Well, you might like to know that the other one was here w/ his partner yesterday. K'ire says they were very understanding of her condition." The crow's tone is disapproving. She's very annoyed that those folks bothered her girls when they were recovering.
"But back to your earlier question," which scenemod forgot to answer in the last post, "That little pink one. Though she was one of yours? My sources say she had a symbol like that anyway." She wave a hand a Rodimus's chest. "Vy'lien was at the auction. Bowed out when the pirate raised the stakes too high. He must not have been too interested in her, because he can afford any amount one cares to name."
"Noah isn't a bad sort, not really, just almost utterly without scruples like most people on Pz-zazz. He'll do almost anything for that daughter of his, and has." She sighs, "He seems pretty tight with the Angels of Entropy hospital, and he does a lot of charity work. He can talk any side of the religion coin like a born again, but I don't think he actually has faith in any of them."
Shaking her head, she finishes, "He's a villain who doesn't think he's a villain. Don't ever trust him."
"As for Primatech, I can't give you anymore than you'd find in public archives- and believe me, I've tried. They're a pretty spread out organization, but I've never left Pz-Zazz, so all that is second hand. They've got their fingers in all sorts of pies, but those fingers never seem to come out stained, if you catch my meaning."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 2, 2011 21:02:25 GMT -5
Rodimus laughs. "Well, I've always got my charming personality to fall back on!" he grins at Kup, then snaps his attention back to Mother Theron and scowls. "Oh, yeah, that business. Okay, now I know what you're talking about."
As she continues, he snorts. "Odd definition of, 'not a bad sort,' but all right." He dips his head as he thinks. "And thank you. I catch your meaning. If he's that spread out, than he, especially, we'll have to look out for." He rubs his chin, then his optics open wide as he thinks of something else.
"Since we've arrived here, we've had a lot of trouble with a species called the Quintessons. I know that they weren't involved in that Egg business, but they seem to have had a tentacle in just about everything else we've run into here. I don't suppose you know anything about them?" Rodimus is grasping at straws here. In fact, between the various Autobots they have here, they already have a fair bit of knowledge of the Quintessons. But that's home Quintessons. He needs to know about here Quintessons, especially since they have taken an interest in the Transformers. He doesn't really expect Mother Theron likely hasn't had too many dealings with them, since most of their interests seem in robots, but she is a rather sharp woman with a good general knowledge base, so... who knows? No harm in asking.
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Post by Kate Mason on Jan 2, 2011 22:25:44 GMT -5
Kup looks rather annoyed that he's been 'scooped' by the Decepticons, and he mutters direly, "Better not have caused trouble," because Kup doesn't need a reason to punch them.
At the mention of what he's starting to think is Clipper, he frowns, and he realises he's going to need to pull the girl aside and tell her that she'll need to watch out for this Vy'lien. She may be young, but she deserves to know who and what was gunning to 'collect' her.
Kup keeps in mind that Mother Theron's got her own agenda, but he thinks back to some of those crates in that warehouse when she talks about Primatech. Hnn. He nods when Rodimus asks about the Quintessons.
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Post by SceneMod on Jan 6, 2011 23:54:25 GMT -5
"Oh. Those people."
Mother Theron takes another sip of her water and settles back into he chair. "Some of them I hear aren't really bad sorts overall, but I steer clear of them. They're pretty spread out, with a large empire. Some are scavengers, slavers, traders. You lot probably want to stay away if at all possible."
She casts a sidelong glance at the pair, "There's reasons why the travel agents- the reputable ones anyway- warn robotic species away from the Quint planets, even if they do have some of the more desirable vacation locales. Very cliquish, use a caste system, and they think they are the be all end all of evolution or some such nonsense."
"Oh, you," she points a finger at Kup and continues, "ought to check your bank account. Like I said before, I'm grateful for what you did for my girls."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Jan 7, 2011 9:32:28 GMT -5
Rodimus frowns, then nods, observing, "Not too different from what I was expecting." Outside of the 'large empire' bit. That's disconcerting, especially knowing that their attempt to conquer his Cybertron was accompanied by a study of a rather large number of robotic worlds.
He straightens and glances back at Kup. "I guess that's about all for now, unless Kup has anything else he wants to ask about?"
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Post by Kate Mason on Jan 8, 2011 13:59:57 GMT -5
Quintesson scum are Quintesson scum. Good to know.
Kup twitches just a bit at the mention of the wire transfer. He doesn't do goo to get paid! Except when he does. And they could really use the money. He pulls out a datapad to check just what Mother Theron 'tipped' him, since checking himself is just a good way to get spammers in his head. It's been a long time since Kup was dumb enough to do that! He grunts, "Just what we do, ma'am. Thanks." He looks over at Rodimus and adds, "Think I'm done, kid."
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