Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
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Post by Fleetwind on Jul 11, 2009 16:46:08 GMT -5
Fleetwind frowns. The creepy semi-organic? Scourge wants her in here?
Oh, well. Fleetwind is expert at hiding revulsion.
The Seeker gives a silent nod, then peers between Scourge and the exit, waiting for the spider to enter into the lair.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 11, 2009 17:46:44 GMT -5
Precisely one moment later...
Blackarachnia enters the interrogation room, finding herself mildly relieved that she's not the only one to be called in by Scourge. Fleetwind's staring at the exit sign, yet his complete undamaged form implies that Scourge is going for indimidation rather than going through with any unique 'orientation' methods. Still, got to play the role of loyal soldier. "Blackarachnia reporting, sir."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 11, 2009 18:57:07 GMT -5
There is a wash rag hiding a mysterious pink stain on the table. What ever could have caused that?
Scourge looks down at Blackarachnia, because well, he's an awful lot taller than she is. he kneels down on one knee and holds a hand out to her. Will she throw a tantrum, like Frenzy, about being picked up? Or does the little lady have some bearings?
He inquires, "What, in your opinion, are the most critical pieces of intelligence that we are missing?"
Fleetwind may get the dreadful feeling that Scourge has decided to perfect a new form of evil: the survey.
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
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Post by Fleetwind on Jul 11, 2009 22:53:46 GMT -5
Fleetwind continues to sit primly in his seat. He hasn't been granted leave to go yet, after all! He continues to study the room, but more importantly, and less obviously, he studies and listens to Scorge and Blackarachnia. He doesn't say anything just now, however, as he is trying to be invisible.
OOC: Skippable unless addressed or I change my mind.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 11, 2009 23:23:54 GMT -5
Blackarachnia steps onto Scourge's hand. Offending the boss isn't such a great idea, after all.
"What the Autobots and Maximals are attempting. All we know is that they're in their own shuttle, but we do not know to what end. We also need to more information about their numbers. We have had little information to go on save for what we could muster from a battle that took place how many solar cycles ago?"
"Of course intel is going to be difficult at this point. They're in a shuttle, like us. We can do our best to track them. Our best bet would be to become more aggressive in learning their secrets when we both land."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 12, 2009 9:25:01 GMT -5
Scourge just keeps his palm flat and slowly lifts Blackarachnia up so that she's optic-level with him.
Ah, see, Fleetwind? The enemy's goals, which may or may not relate to stopping the Predacons, Decepticons, and Vehicons!
Scourge inquires, "Provided that we do land on the same world," Scourge isn't going to take that as a given, "Do you think that you'd be able to infiltrate their camp and obtain some of said missing information?"
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 12, 2009 14:52:00 GMT -5
"Yes." Blackarachnia says. "I made an attempt during our destruction of their old base. A small robot--its insignia wasn't matching Maximal or Autobot insignias--was destroying their hard drives. So at least we know they have sensible securities in place. I'll need good recon and an idea of their systems. If we don't have any jets competent for this sort of information," no offense meant, Fleetwind, "I can get it myself."
Blackarachnia really wants to pace around, but given that she's on a hand she does her best to make it easy for Scourge to hold her. "The Beast Wars, the great war--whatever war we might have had back home--it doesn't really apply here. There is enough energon to go around on Gillnan. We're not battling over Cybertron. Or at least, we might not be. We just don't know what is going to be there. It might be that we need them."
Blackarachnia pauses. A thought enters her head. Maybe one that isn't going to be well-liked. "...Starscream said something about destiny placing us here. Do you believe him, or do you accept this is some kind of unprecedented random cosmic phenomenon?"
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 12, 2009 16:25:40 GMT -5
Scourge groans and hits his forehead with hand. "Another faction?"
He turns to Fleetwing and inquires, "Are you capable of a subtle drop-off and run?" Fleetwind may be pastel, but hey, Scourge comes from a reality with a poetic shark. Fleetwind could be a ninja. Scourge isn't going to assume anything.
Absently, he corrects, "We might need them crushed under our heels." Scourge looks at Blackarachnia quite thoughtfully. "I suspect it is likely we were summoned for a purpose, but I am not so naive as to believe it is a desirable one."
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
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Post by Fleetwind on Jul 12, 2009 17:25:20 GMT -5
Fleetwind is not an easily offended Seeker and so he says nothing as Blackarachnia questions the competency of jets, instead just listening silently.
As she continues, however, he speaks up softly. "I can't speak for your reality, but in mine, the ultimate reason for the war was not energon - that was just fuel for the war. Nor was it Cybertron - that was just its cradle. Ultimately, the war is over the Autobots inability to recognize Cybertronians as the rightfully dominant species in the universe." He pauses, then shrugs. "Or whatever portion of it we manage to conquer. Might - and by might I do not always mean physical might, but sometimes intellectual might. Strength of mind, strength of form, useful skill-set, whatever. Might makes right. Either we will conquer, as our natures drive us to do, and thereby prove our right to rule, or we will be defeated, and thereby prove our unfitness to rule."
"Either way, we are acting as our natures dictate, and the Autobots persist in defying both our nature and their own by taking up arms against us rather than serving as the support beings they are obviously meant to. They claim to love peace, but, though they could have it under us, they insist on throwing it away and instead try own drive to conquer and make war, as we are meant to do."
He gives a faint, trembling shrug. "It is a aberration of nature, but one I doubt they'll give up just because we're here and not home."
Fleetwind considers Scourge's question. "Well, I'm not built for stealth, but I'm capable of subtlety. It shouldn't be too hard to make my purpose seem other than it is."
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 13, 2009 1:03:31 GMT -5
"It is possible that, if we are unable to find out what they know, that we might need to establish a temporary truce for the purposes of parlay, and sharing of information. Anything that pertains to knowledge about our arrival here could be shared. We could very well be sharing different pieces of the puzzle."
Oh, and something else snaps into her mind! "Though what we do know is that the rocks are definitely working as a homing beacon, or something, causing people to arrive here. So we need to find out where the Autobots are keeping theirs. And if we cannot obtain them... destroy them. Cut off their best means of re-supplying their troops."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 13, 2009 8:34:55 GMT -5
Support beings? Hey, Scourge resembles that comment, Fleetwind! He doesn't know what he was originally made for, but it was very much a support role. The rockets and sword and plasma gun and trailer of doom are all afterthoughts.
Scourge is just going to summarize, because he is apparently in recap mode today, "Then Fleetwind could drop off Blackarachnia at the Autobot encampment." Granted, barricade could also drop Frenzy off, but Scourge likes to have options. Why settle for buttercream when you can have buttercream and dark chocolate?
Scourge points out, "Transformers do continue to arrive on Gillanan III itself. It can be assumed that the Autobots will develop a way to regroup with those. They do, as Fleetwind pointed out, have a significantly superior space force than our own, thought it is apparently tradition for Decepticons to have a superior air force."
Scourge wouldn't know. He's a Predacon Decepticon from a universe with a rather large paucity of jets and other flying things.
"If all else fails, they can just deploy one of their spacers for a pick-up run. Stealing or destroying their rocks would inconvenience them, but unless we obtained all of the rocks, everywhere, it would not be a complete shut-out."
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Jul 13, 2009 21:02:50 GMT -5
Fleetwind won't hold your support role against you, Scourge. You're too scary for that.
The Seeker once more falls silent and listens intently, nodding at the appropriate places.
OOC: Once more skippable unless addressed.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 14, 2009 0:16:06 GMT -5
Blackarachnia is dark chocolate? Delicious and very desirable, but very bitter-sweet. Hmm.
"Though such an act would turn resupplying their off-Gillnan contingent into a slow and resource-consuming enterprise, no?"
She has decided she wants to pace about whilst she talks. Leaping off Scourge's hand, she lands gracefully on the table.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 14, 2009 12:55:18 GMT -5
Blackarachnia is fun to frame in metaphorical terms.
Scourge is okay with Blackarachnia pacing around on the table. Perhaps he should see how many Decepticons, Predacons, and Vehicons he can stack on that table.
Perhaps Scourge is terminally bored and needs to be given a game of Tetris to play to work out his frustrations.
Scourge has to point out, "By that token, we may as well reprogram their ship's guidance computer to send to them wrong place. Or just destroy the engines. Or..." He tails off. "If we can get inside and get access before cover is blown, there is really on end to what we could do. The rocks might seem obvious, but considering all the foreseeable options will allow us to make the best use of what will likely be a brief period of time."
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 14, 2009 14:26:32 GMT -5
Damn it Scourge, Tetris is just about the only non-violent game out there! Stop ruining everything!
"Of course, we can do anything we want in that base," Blackarachnia concedes. "But Guidance computers can be recalibrated, engines can be replaced. We destroyed their entire base and still they have survived. This is something permanent and irreplacable."
But Blackarachnia is no fool. "Of course I don't condone not taking all options to account. It does seem obvious, but that doesn't have to mean anything. It just means working harder to ensure we're not overlooking something else."
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