Tarantulas
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The not-so-friendly neighborhood spider-man
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Post by Tarantulas on Dec 26, 2010 18:35:58 GMT -5
Androids dream of electric sheep, but robot chemists dream of baked goods, apparently.
"Eeeyahahahaha!" Tarantulas cackles as his spider legs morph into chocolate frosted eclairs filled with cream. "Looks like your preventative measures aren't working, Oil Slick! Soon the transformation will be complete, and then I will devour you!" he shouts with glee as he squirms in Oil Slick's hand.
Maybe Oil Slick walked by a bakery yesterday? Or maybe Needlenose just has a weird sense of humor.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 28, 2010 9:26:33 GMT -5
No, this is certainly not Needlenose's doing!
"Hrm. Dream's derailing," he observes, pulling the input panel of the terminal he's sitting at nearer to him, the one that gives him interface with what's going on in Oil Slick's little world. After a quick check that the actual virus clean-up is moving forward as scheduled - and it is - he begins entering the parameters for another scenario. "I think we've gotten what we needed from this 'scene', anyway," he tells Spinister. "Time now to see whether he serves the cause or the Crown!"
And then he hits 'activate', switching the mental scene...
OOC: Still skippable.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Dec 28, 2010 21:40:48 GMT -5
Fuzzy fade scene change!
Oil Slick is now walking back to where-ever his subconscious has determined that Decepticon HQ is, carrying a small cage full of spider.
Now, where is Shockwave?
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Post by Victoria Raines on Dec 31, 2010 20:38:06 GMT -5
For dreamscape purposes, Oil Slick is walking toward an abandoned warehouse that he understands Shockwave is using for those planet-side operations that are best kept hush hush.
Oddly enough, the normal guards are not present. In fact, if Oil Slick stops and thinks, he might recall that no one is actually supposed to be at this location today. (So why is he going there? Dream logic, maybe!)
No one should be in the darkened warehouse, yet, Shockwave is.
And he's not alone.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Dec 31, 2010 21:44:33 GMT -5
There's just one flickering lamp on in the warehouse, and it rather resembles a certain homebody astronomer from the Science Guild, for some reason. Its wan light illuminates just one table, at which two figures sit, darkened and shadowed. There's Shockwave and...
...Emirate Xaaron, whom Oil Slick might remember from that farce of a trial. He sits too close to Shockwave for either of them to be comfortable. Emirate Xaaron gestures at some plans laid out on the table, but in the dim light, they're hard to make out. Absently, his arm might brush against Shockwave's own as he drags his finger down the plans.
His voice is low, conspiratorial, and his yellow optics glow brightly in the darkness.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Jan 2, 2011 17:27:12 GMT -5
Oil Slick finds this... Curious, at first. Perhaps Shockwave is doing this to lure Xaaron into a trap?
Hmm.
The chemist drops his Box O' Spider off in some bushes near the entrance. He'll come back for it later! He then slips into the darkness, attempting to creep up closer to hear better.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Jan 2, 2011 21:12:56 GMT -5
Shockwave's head swivels to watch Xaaron's hand glide over the plans. One headfin twitches once, twice as that hand brushes against purple plating.
"You are taking liberties again, Emirate," the gunformer says in his even, slightly accented voice, "Please keep your focus on the task at hand."
"Here," Shockwave points at a section of the plans, one that just happens to be between Xaaron's spread fingers. "He is a weak point. We risk the entire operation if he falls."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 2, 2011 23:03:42 GMT -5
"I am quite focused on what's at hand," Emirate Xaaron replies wryly, smirking. "Do I distract you, my dear?"
His spread fingers close, and he nods once, agreeing, "Oh yes, but if your man did his job, we don't have to worry about his rival taking him out. A shame, the loss of life, but he was really too erratic to survive in our perfect new order, anyway."
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Jan 3, 2011 15:02:03 GMT -5
"New order? This seems more like treason, Lord Shockwave," Oil Slick says. "Which is a very bold accusation on my part, but given that you're here with Xaaron alone, with no guards to ambush him, you can understand why it looks that way."
But where is his voice coming from among the darkness?
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Post by Victoria Raines on Jan 4, 2011 0:06:20 GMT -5
Shockwave slowly slides his trapped finger from between the Emirate's, turning to scan the darkness.
"Treason is defined as acting to overthrow one's government or to harm or kill its sovereign. I am the sovereign, and I am the government, therefore, there is no treason. I seek, as I always have, the best path and life for my people."
"Acting against me, Oil Slick, would however be treason," Shockwave says. The gunformer fires his canon unerringly at Oil Slick, where ever he might be.
The electromagnetic spectrum: it's not just for disintegrations anymore.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 4, 2011 14:03:24 GMT -5
L'etat, c'est moi.
Emirate Xaaron tries to lean against Shockwave, scooting closer to the Cyclops, sheltering in his shadow. He chuckles and says softly, "You don't think Shockwave is ambush enough to take me, all by his lonesome, Oil Slick? Such lack of faith in your lord is disturbing."
He smiles fondly as Shockwave fires.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Jan 6, 2011 23:30:02 GMT -5
Blast(ed)! There goes one arm.
Oil Slick turns the vial in his good hand, red eyes peering from the darkness. "You may be the leader and the government, but you've lost sight of the cause. We do not cooperate with Autobots to make some 'new order' - we are Decepticons - we conquer, we seek to form an empire, to overthrow Autobot oppression."
He pauses, then chuckles. "And given that you fired upon me first, that strikes me as a sign of fear, 'Lord' Shockwave..." He glances at his hand, and the vial stills. "Fear is such an interesting feeling. It makes one tell and do such interesting things..." he says, stepping forward with an idle glance at his disabled arm. "What will you tell me, I wonder?"
With a quick motion, the vial flies from Oil Slick's hand, toward Xaaron and Shockwave.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Jan 10, 2011 21:15:04 GMT -5
"Autobots are, and have never been the oppressors in my reality," Shockwave corrects, though that statement may lack some veracity. "Cooperating with them is perfectly acceptable if it results in the desired goal."
See a long range of examples from various realities to illustrate that point.
"I do not fear. Fear is an emotional response, part of unnecessary programming I do not access. You, however, are a predictable liability, and since you have so kindly presented yourself for slaughter, so be it."
Oil Slick's vial breaks against Shockwave's upraised cannon arm as his other arm slides protectively around Emirate Xaaron. The cyclop's optic flares bright before dimming to a thin yellow pinpoint.
"I will have my perfect order, Oil Slick," Shockwave growls, firing again at the motorcycle.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 10, 2011 21:33:31 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron tries to tuck in against Shockwave like a classic Frazetta girl sheltering against her big, strong warrior. He's actually quivering, yellow optics wide with a fear he's trying to bite back.
The real Emirate Xaaron wouldn't be, but Oil Slick's only seen Emirate Xaaron in trial, and it is a common Decepticon stereotype to assume that Autobots are cowards, especially civilian Autobots.
The real Emirate Xaaron would also not be cosying up to Shockwave. Maybe dreams are just weird.
He murmurs, "I only o-oppress if asked, ah... nicely. It's not too late, you know. You could j-join us." Emirate Xaaron's the Autobot. He has to make the offer to save lives. That's how the script goes.
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Oil Slick
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Post by Oil Slick on Jan 11, 2011 17:49:04 GMT -5
"Your order defies the Decepticon way, Shockwave," Oil Slick answers, stepping aside of the blast as he draws out another vial.
"It should have been obvious before - your lack of a badge. How are we supposed to advance the empire when our commander will not even wear the emblem? How might one rally the troops without emotion? It may be a hindrance, blinding one to certain things, but it is preferable to cold logic..."
Oil Slick leers at Xaaron. "I would prefer to give my spark defending the Empire than join this pitiful Order. "
Hmm. Perhaps the Emirate's reactions are a better tool than a corrosive. "Though, you are quite the fool. When you outlive his usefulness, you will be abandoned - probably killed, just like what's happening to me. Abandoned, tossed aside and disposed of like a toy..."
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