Blackarachnia (BW)
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Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 28, 2007 0:43:38 GMT -5
Hmm, so Shrapnel wasn't interested in joining the group, was he? There is apparently no malicious intent, he's just interested in being left alone. How sad. How pathetic. How useless. The only thing Blackarachnia thinks she can get out of this is to rat out the Insecticon and this Demolishor person and gain her good favour with Starscream. But still, she'd wait it out to see what happened.
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Post by Demolishor on Aug 28, 2007 13:28:13 GMT -5
Demolishor frowned. By all rights he should be reporting Shrapnel right now, but he might get more brownie points for just talking him into coming back into the fold. Thrust did it to Starscream, it couldn't really be that hard, could it?
Never mind that Thrust's intelligence score is three points above his own. "Then who's gonna guard your back in a fight, huh? You want to get eaten by a giant metal-chomping electric toothbrush, fine, but don't come crying to me when you're dead."
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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 Aug 28, 2007 19:57:11 GMT -5
Fleetwind is investigating noise!
So... what took him so long?
Naturally, he wanted to give time for any actual danger to pass before he investigated.
The pastel Seeker pokes his head behind the bunker. He misses Blackarachnia just now, but immediately spots Demolishor and the... "Insecticon?" Fleetwind asks in surprise. "When'd you get here, sir?"
Yes, Fleetwind just called an Insecticon, "sir." Fleetwind is very polite. He calls just about everyone "sir."
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Post by Shrapnel on Aug 28, 2007 20:25:08 GMT -5
"Yesterday, yesterday," Shrapnel informs the yellow Seeker that just poked his head around the corner of the building. Electricity ripples down his antlers as he stretches out with his electrical senses towards the nearest non-Demolishor but still Transformer set of systems.
Which turn out to not belong to the Seeker.
"Hello, what do we have here, here?"
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 28, 2007 23:48:15 GMT -5
'Yesterday?' Hmf. Yeah, right.
Well, thanks to Fleetwind, this little secret was now worthless. The best Blackarachnia can do was to see what happens now.
When Shrapnel talked aloud, Blackarachnia knows she's been made. Slag it. Well, time to bluff. "Oh, you mean me, do you?" She asked innocently enough. "Sorry, I was just trying to find somewhere with some shade and a nice view." She skittered down the building until she was low enough that she could transform and land. "Blackarachnia, Terrorize!" Launching off the building, she did a backflip, landing on her feet. "Shrapnel, right? I remember you from the Predacon history files."
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Post by Demolishor on Aug 29, 2007 9:33:59 GMT -5
Bunch of freakin' spies, trying to get in on his little manipulation, bah to the lost of them. Still, not like there was much chance of Shrapnel getting away now...
Unless he did the lightening thing again. That looked painful.
"Yeah, only he's not a Predacon," Demolishor states with folded arms, if only to add something intelligent to the conversation. "What'd he do that was so special to get him into the history archives?"
It probably involved a ficus.
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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 Aug 29, 2007 12:03:50 GMT -5
Fleetwind flinches slightly at the sudden appearance of Blackarachnia, then eyes her warily. He'll have to start keeping better watch of his surroundings, with so many little folk about. He dips his head in greeting to her. "Miss Blackarachnia," said politely and neutrally. He's already greeted Shrapnel, more or less!
The Seeker tilts his head, trying to figure out who he should squeal to. Starscream? Hook? Spinister? Well, he doesn't have Spinister's radio, so that's out. Letting someone else bring them the information first could get him in trouble if it's discovered that he already knew, but he still has a few moments. He can always say that he wished to assess the situation further first, which is certainly truthful enough.
Shrapnel is rather comfortable with the alt-universers to have arrived so recently, but the pastel Seeker doesn't verbally point this out, nor is he likely to pass it on. He's concerned he's been coming off as a bit too bright, anyway.
Still, he can't help but frown faintly at Demolishor. "Demolishor, she's already stated that the Predacons, or at least, that her Predacons, come from the future, relative us." And maybe not Fleetwind's future at all! For all that Fleetwind feels he's repeating the obvious, he manages not to sound particularly tired or annoyed. "Decepticons are their past. Or some-such. It's not really that hard to imagine that a Decepticon might get mentioned in their historical archives." Or maybe it is for Demolishor. Who knows?
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Post by Shrapnel on Aug 29, 2007 12:22:33 GMT -5
It's a tiny Insecticon! Female, too, from the voice. Oh, wait, this was the voice that had been contemptuous of Starscream as the leader. So Predacon with Insecticonish tendencies.
The yellow jet's voice... Shrapnel runs it through his radio logs until he gets a match with a name attached. 'My name's Fleetwind. Don't worry about remembering it, not important.'
He's in the history files as something other than a footnote? What'd he do, go found his own empire of robotic insects and create an Insecticon Queen?
Come to think of it, that sounds like it would be fun.
"Yes, what do the history files say about me, me?" Shrapnel takes crouches down to peer at Blackarachnia, an odd grin on his face.
Someone with a keen sense of smell might notice the faintest tang of ozone in the air.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 29, 2007 15:35:38 GMT -5
"Thank you, I know my own history." Blackarachnia said to Demolishor. "I'm a Predacon. Our faction is the direct descendants of the Decepticons. As for the history files? Well you were involved in some major attack on Autobot city. And you were reported as one of the.. apparent.. casualties." She shrugged. "Details are a bit sketchy." But Blackarachnia tends to draw her own conclusions from that. Whether he just vanished and created an Insecticon queen isn't entirely impossible...
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Post by Demolishor on Aug 29, 2007 17:35:42 GMT -5
Demolishor glared over at Fleetwind. Stupid stuck-up jets, always acting like they're smarter than you. This is why a tank should lead!
"Yeah, but why's he so important that she'd actually remember him out of the archives? He can't be that interesting."
And to Blackarachnia: "So he's dead, what's the big deal? Plenty of people are dead."
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Aug 29, 2007 17:54:09 GMT -5
If Fleetwind points out the obvious, it's because in his observation, it gets missed otherwise.
The pastel Seeker sees the glare, but pretends not to. Instead, he listens silently, playing the wallflower, watching the others but avoiding drawing more attention to himself.
Hook. It'll have to be Hook that he reports to. He'd rather avoid the direct attention of Starscream whenever possible. Still, Fleetwind holds off on his report... maybe he'll learn something more of interest before he makes the report.
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Post by Shrapnel on Aug 29, 2007 18:08:17 GMT -5
Weight-shift. Suddenly the Insecticon goes from crouching to look closely at Blackarachnia to crouching in preparation for an assault.
Tension. One hand is in a fist now, and one slaps down against the ground to support his weight now that he's shifted it.
Ozone.
There's only been one assault on Autobot City he was ever involved in, and he'd just been about to go off and join the shuttle when he wound up here.
"What about Kickback and Bombshell? What do your history files say about them, them?" His voice rises to a shriek at the end.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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She lay back on the ground and let the soft earth envelope her body.
Miss Predacon Blackarachnia, at your service.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 29, 2007 19:57:53 GMT -5
"It was.. a tumultous time. That battle caused a lot of changes for you Decepticons." There is resentment on Blackarachnia's voice, but that's not for Fleetwind nor Shrapnel to understand at this point, as these were ultimately steps toward the Decepticons becoming Predacons, lesser caste to the Maximals.
Blackarachnia looked up at Demolishor. "'Plenty of people are dead'? What's your point? Besides, it's pretty uncommon to have a conversation with someone who is supposed to be dead, but who is an ancestor." And now Shrapnel was asking questions. She shook off her irritation at Demolishor's question, turning once again to Shrapnel. "They vanished around the same time. Them and some others. There aren't many details, but perhaps someone else around here might know more." She turned to Fleetwind. "Do you have anything you can share with our Insecticon friend?"
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Post by Demolishor on Aug 29, 2007 22:59:52 GMT -5
"Meant plenty die and no one cares about them, you gotta be interesting to be in the history archives..." Demolishor mumbles sulkily, adding bugs to jets in his mental box of Do Not Want. "And that Starscream's dead too and no one cares."
If he shot him now he'd still be dead, and no real loss would be there...
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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 Aug 30, 2007 6:37:04 GMT -5
Oh, great. Fleetwind's been put on the spot! He narrows his optics. He shifts, and his antigravs activate, although he does not yet fly. Any moment now, however...
"'Tumultous' is one way of putting it. The attack on Autobot City is my very, very near past, and we've yet to sort ourselves out from it, or deal with all of the aftermath. I was a simple, low-ranking Seeker assigned to an out of the way post on Cybertron. Details on who did and did not make it back hadn't made it to me before we got distracted by the big planet eating <i>planet</i> on it's way to consume Cybertron. I only knew of the most spectacular and attention getting results from that battle. I do not have any lists of names for you.
"I was seconds away from being crushed under a building that Unicron had knocked over when I woke up here. Whether we should be dead, Starscream's not dead, I'm not dead, you're not dead, we're all here. Being very much not dead!"
Fleetwind internally winces at his loss of temper, and his head snaps over to eye Shrapnel warily. He prepares to move off at top speed, but worries that may not be enough.
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