Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Nov 10, 2010 0:27:24 GMT -5
OOC: Day 16, some hours after Trial and Tribulations. Semi-Private - Mayhems and Decepticon Med/Sci guys only, unless you got a really good reason to be rooting around that area.
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Oil Slick is milling about, going on about personal projects. He should be playing with that venom sample he got from Blackarachnia, but for now, he's working on adhesives after the embarrassing events with that Autobot speedster - something strong and fast-acting, but not immediately obvious.
Perhaps it shouldn't activate until it's touched by Cybertronian alloys? Oil Slick muses this as he carries a tray of test tubes over to his work table.
That might not work, though - not without finding out what reality that Blurr is from, and what Transformers from that world are made of. But then there's the nature of repairs...what if new parts are made from different alloys? Perhaps selective reactions are a bad ide--
Oil Slick lurches, a painful stiffness shooting through his systems, and he falls over with a yelp. His leg servos...they're not responding. And judging by the sluggish reaction of his arms, they'll be joining the legs, soon.
Running a self-diagnostic, Oil Slick discovers something... A virus.
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Post by Spinister on Nov 10, 2010 1:23:35 GMT -5
Spinister heard Oil Slick's radio call. He does not reply. He does not announce himself in any way. He simply arrives behind Oil Slick, though not too close.
Given that Spinister's in a wheelchair, he thinks he's doing blasted well to manage that much.
That, and Spinister reckons that Oil Slick could be contagious. In fact, Spinister hopes that Oil Slick won't be offended that Spinister grabbed one of the medical-issue forcefields and activated it around himself and his wheelchair.
Spinister peers at Oil Slick intently, wondering what it says about the chemist that he trusts two Decepticons charged with killing other Decepticons more than he trusts his fellow scientists.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Nov 10, 2010 1:54:22 GMT -5
Oil Slick is not offended by the forcefield - he thinks it a wise measure. By this point, he's pushed himself onto his back, so that her can at least see who may come in.
The Mayhems would just kill him - the other scientists might make him into some pet project.
Since his mouth cannot move, Oil Slick sticks to radio. //W-well, that was rather prompt...//
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Post by Needlenose on Nov 10, 2010 18:10:36 GMT -5
Needlenose doesn't arrive as promptly, nor as subtlety, as Spinister, but still he arrives. He simply walks in casually through the lab door, though he stops short rather quickly and looks around. As he sees Spinister and his active forcefield, he murmurs, "Ah, good idea!" Then he strides over to snatch up one of his own before turning towards Oil Slick.
"So you can't move. I guess the next question is, do you know why?"
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Nov 10, 2010 22:52:38 GMT -5
Oil Slick is wobbling slightly from leftover inertia and attempts to keep moving.
//If I had to speculate, I would assume that this is the work of the Perceptor in this reality. He seemed rather ...irritated about the things I did to Sentinel Prime some time after our arrival on this planet. Given his rather not-very-Autobot-like demeanor and how long he held that clenched handshake, I propose he got me with something via our hand-contact.//
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Post by Spinister on Nov 10, 2010 23:33:49 GMT -5
Spinister does not explain why he was so prompt. He admitted to Shockwave that he has some skill in areas mechanical. So he's been trying to get himself used to the idea that he might be working here for a few weeks, maybe even a few months, until he can stand on his own and shoot a gun without stimulants to stop his shaking and painkillers to dull the ache.
He nods approvingly as Needlenose also grabs a shield to protect himself.
His head tilts, and he thinks about Perceptor. Although familiar with all the sciences, his specialties are metallurgy, molecular chemistry, and electrical engineering. Right, okay, so Perceptor could have done anything to Oil Slick, and they're not even sure Perceptor did it.
Spinister pulls out a standard issue scanner and he checked out to mess around with and points it at Oil Slick, to see if there's anything obviously wrong that the scanner can determine.
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Post by Needlenose on Nov 11, 2010 9:47:41 GMT -5
"Oh, great," Needlenose groans. "So it could be anything." He heads over to the tools and starts putting together a kit, warning, "My specialty's not chemistry, so if that's the issue, I'll need you to walk me through this. Now, if it's, say, a virus of some sort... well, let's just say that just because I concentrate in circuit design doesn't mean I don't know a thing or two about firewalls or anti-virals!" He glances towards Spinister, looking to see if his fellow Mayhem has anything yet.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Nov 11, 2010 14:59:31 GMT -5
//Well, before I completely locked up, I managed to determine that it's at least a virus. As to what n-nature, I could not determine that.// Oil Slick would frown if he could.
Spinister's scanner will pick up a quite small hole in Oil Slick's palm, as well as a virus that's locking down motor functions running through his body.
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Post by Spinister on Nov 11, 2010 15:16:27 GMT -5
Spinister holds up the scanner for Needlenose, pointing out the results. He replies, "Looks like the handshake theory has support," he points at the hole in Oil Slick's palm, according to the scanner, "and it is a virus. Motor function lockdown. Nasty."
That's something Needlenose can probably handle, then.
Spinister has to observe, "You started a trend, Needlenose. Congratulations."
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Post by Needlenose on Nov 14, 2010 23:24:41 GMT -5
"That's one fad I'd just as soon skip out on!" Needlenose answers, sashaying towards Spinister to make a grab for the datapad and look over the readings. "Still, this should be correctable without calling for outside assistance!" he observes. OOC: Gah, I am so sorry, guys! Completely missed this one.
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Post by Oil Slick on Nov 15, 2010 22:21:24 GMT -5
There's a faint snort heard over the radio at Spinister's comment. //Yes, let us hope this fad ends with myself.// A pause. //If this was indeed the Autobot's handiwork, then Perceptor is rather protective of his comrades - enough to engage in a terribly petty payback method.//
Another pause.
//Perhaps we were better off back home that our Perceptor deleted his emotions.//
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Post by Spinister on Nov 15, 2010 23:35:16 GMT -5
Needlenose came down with Nucleon. Spinister came down with Blight. Now Oil Slick's come down with Perceptor's lockup virus.
Spinister wonders aloud, "Why didn't he just kill you? Letting you suffer but live is so inefficient."
Either this Perceptor is a very silly Autobot, or this virus is contagious and about to spread to them all and kill them horribly. Emotionless Perceptor? Huh. Spinister wonders what Shockwave would make of that.
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Post by Needlenose on Nov 16, 2010 10:19:16 GMT -5
"Because genuis or not, Perceptor's an idiot," Needlenose remarks, pulling up a second datapad of his own from subspace, along with several connections and cables. He approaches Oil Slick, crouching, next to him. "From the looks of things, this shouldn't be casual-contact-contagious... Spinister, if I stop moving, you'll have to quarentine the area, but I'm going to need to drop the force field in order to connect up the scrubber." He glances down at Oil Slick. "I'm also going to have to take you offline for some of it. And being unconscious won't keep it from being unpleasant - you're going to have some pretty rough dreams, and I can't even promise you'll be able to remember that they're dreams." Then his antenna perk up and his optics crinkle slightly in a manner that suggests that he's smiling happily. "So enjoy!"
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Nov 17, 2010 0:12:13 GMT -5
//What Needlenose said,// Oil Slick answers. //Those Autobots are a bunch of sentimental fools. I assume that Perceptor thinks he's teaching me a lesson - to not mess with them.// Oil Slick laughs. //Instead, he's given me more reason to do so.//
Oil Slick would give Needlenose a strange look if he could. //Hn. Small price to pay to get better, I suppose. I do appreciate the help.// Thankfully, the locked up motor functions keep him from looking directly at Needlenose, so he can't see that sadistic smile.
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Post by Spinister on Nov 17, 2010 1:04:40 GMT -5
"Don't mess with him," Spinister corrects, "Kill him." This is a serious point of contention with Spinister. When Bludgeon wanted an honourable melee duel, Spinister just shot to kill. Why give the target any advantage, however slim?
He nods to Needlenose. He can do that! If Oil Slick does get Needlenose sick, quarantine may involve accidentally on purpose blowing off Oil Slick's head.
Spinister asks Needlenose and Needlenose alone, //Can we give him directed nightmares and tap what he's viewing? Sort of a mind-leech sim-chip hybrid hack?//
Because if they can just give Oil Slick nightmares about being falsely accused of being a traitor, being hunted down by Tarantulas who is the real traitor plus some other cons, and then Shockwave going crazy and revealing a secret alliance with the Autobots, nightmares that Oil Slick can't tell are not real... that solves Spinister and Needlenose's dilemmas pretty neatly!
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