Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 2, 2011 21:49:56 GMT -5
Month 1, Week 2, Day 2, Ship Open to Cons
Blackarachnia is humming happily as she moves about her lab space. It's a small space, with mostly mundane equipment, nothing so fancy as Hook or Shockwave's, but it suffices. Having a private work space is one of the few real perks of being a command figure of sorts.
Her space is rather full at the moment, though. Two of the tables have what looks like bodies upon them, covered in tarps. A third table most certainly does have a body on it. A distinctive gold, black, and teal body that bears some striking similarities in form to Blackarachnia's own.
"Tsk. You really should have taken better care of yourself. You know the boys don't appreciate a girl who lets herself get so run down," she chatters to the unresponsive body. She then starts to laugh almost hysterically falling back against one of the other tables.
"Oh, look at me, literally beside myself," she giggles at the person now standing in the doorway. Apparently, there is something about the situation that strikes her as seriously amusing.
Or maybe she didn't get the bodies properly decontaminated before she started working on them.
OOC: Person at the door can be someone who was looking for BA, or someone else in med/eng that she called to help her.
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Post by Needlenose on Sept 4, 2011 12:00:37 GMT -5
"And enjoying it far too much!" Needlenose answers cheerfully. He saunters into the room and peers down at the uncovered body. "Well, I imagine we'll soon have the answer to whether we're just pulled from slightly different timelines or if we'll end up inserted back into our 'proper' places in time without memories of what happened here. If time begins unraveling, it's the second one!" It was, after all, Cyclonus being killed before he was created that set off the time rift that was the center of his own reality's Time War. This situation here strikes Needlenose as having some notable similarities.
He glances over at the tarp-covered bodies. "So do you think we'll be able to get any actual information from any of their circuits, or would it all have degraded too badly by now?"
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 5, 2011 20:31:29 GMT -5
Blackarachnia smiles at Needlenose with genuinely good humor. "Hmph. Don't ruin the moment. I've had little enough to celebrate despite my more recent run of good luck, after all."
She straightens and pats the body of Elita-1 on the head before turning to the nearest table and pulling off the tarp. "These little prizes were totally worth the extended decon cycle I had to endure after their collections," she says, picking up Sentinel Prime's head and tossing it into the air a few times.
"I haven't dug around much in their heads yet. There might be something salvageable. But the radiation levels they were subjected to before I came on scene were excessive, though, and that on top of the damages..."
"I suppose we'll just have to see, won't we?"
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Post by Needlenose on Sept 5, 2011 21:29:21 GMT -5
"Well, far be it from me to interfere with a party!" Needlenose says cheerfully. He nods as she mentions the potential degradation from radiation. "Well, the fact that the circuits weren't on should limit the radiation damage, though I'm not hoping for too much."
He nods towards the third berth. "So what about your other 'old friend'? He shouldn't have any radiation issues!"
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 6, 2011 22:23:21 GMT -5
Blackarachnia purses her lips and nods, "No, he wasn't, but he was, ah, wasn't in the best of conditions when he was brought to my attention. A notification which took much too long, in my opinion."
She sounds rather ticked about that, actually. Remember, Blackarachnia does not share her boys. That she's letting Needlenose poke at them at all is a testament to both her rare mood and her trust (of sorts) in Needlenose. After all, he did save her life on Pz-Zazz, more or less. She'd have already thanked him in a different way, most likely, but Spinister doesn't share either.
"No one touches her but me," she says, pointing at Elita's corpse, "But if you want to poke about at one of the other two, you can."
She opens up a panel in Elita's chest and starts poking around, "You know, sparkless-bodies from my reality can be reanimated with an appropriate power source. My Starscream was that way," she muses, "And we're lacking in people to do scut work."
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Post by Needlenose on Sept 7, 2011 17:35:53 GMT -5
"Well, you found out when I did," Needlenose answers with a shrug. Rampage dining on it had been weird, but Phobia had reported it over the radio in a manner that was... almost timely. For Decepticons. But given Blackarchnia's personal stake in the matter, he can certainly understand the spider's annoyance.
The question is not just whether Spinister shares, but whether Scourge shares. No way is Needlenose horning in on that territory, uhn-uh, honey! He enjoys living too much for that!
Needlenose looks at Elita's corpse and shrugs, then removes the tarp from Optimus Prime's death-gray body. Before he opens it up, however, he scoops up Sentinel's head and puts it back in its place. "Undead Starscreams? Boy, I've heard that song before." He looks between the two bodies, then begins to remove Optimus's helmet from his head. "In my reality, though, all it took was the right kind of radio signal. Though I'm not sure if anyone else has figured out just the right sort of general signal. We're just talking basic re-animation, though. Mindless zombie sort of thing."
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 10, 2011 12:47:33 GMT -5
"Mmm, right. Starscreams have a habit of not staying dead in quite a few of the realities, don't they? Interesting fact to ponder, no?" she muses as she starts to run some tests on Elita's systems.
"Of course, mine was reanimated by an AllSpark shard, which he then split into smaller pieces in order to make clones of himself. They each seemed to embody some major trait of his own personality," Blackarachnia smirks, "One of them turned out female, as I understand it."
"At any rate, there are no AllSpark shards here, so I imagine the best we could manage is mindless automaton. For them, at least," she gestures behind her back at the other bodies, "I have other plans for my former self."
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Post by Needlenose on Sept 11, 2011 20:52:29 GMT -5
"Underbase-powered zombie in mine," Needlenose answers cheerfully. It's possible that he hasn't heard about the Pretender-shell resurrection. He finishes prying off the helmet and tilts his head, hmming. "Not a very stylish circuitry layout, is it?" he asks rhetorically.
Then he begins hooking a datapad into the circuitry at different spots. "Female, huh? So is that what it is for us? A 'personality aspect'?" Then he waves a hand. "You don't have to answer that. I am interested in knowing how mindless, though. I mean, here I was thinking about maybe just tossing Optimus's head at one of them, you know, demoralization? But..."
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 12, 2011 7:53:43 GMT -5
She turns and gives Needlenose a look. "No one is tossing any part of any of them anywhere. They're mine."
Possessive and jealous even now. What will she do if Scourge drops her like a hot rock for something larger with eighteen wheels and a lot of firepower? Best not to ponder that too long.
"We won't know until we try how mindless. We can start experimenting with Optimus first, see how it goes. Flame has some experience in this sort of thing."
"Though I've a more personal project for him as far as that goes."
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Post by Needlenose on Sept 12, 2011 9:12:00 GMT -5
"Oh, really?" Needlenose all but purrs when Blackarachnia declares that he's not aloud to toss any of them anywhere. "You know, you're absolutely no fun at times! Though really, I'm forced to admit, your idea actually does sound a bit more interesting, if you think a bit beyond 'scut work.'"
He looks back down at the datapad and simply nods as Blackarachnia mentions experimenting on Optimus first, then he looks up, interested, as she talks about a 'personal project' for flame. "Oh? And may I ask what sort of project? Well, obviously I may, I just did, but will asking get me anywhere?"
Then the datapad beeps and Needlenose looks back down. He raises his brow-ridges slightly and asks, "Hmm. What was the timestamp for your pull-point again?"
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 12, 2011 21:22:36 GMT -5
"Hmm? Oh it was <date that equates to the end of Black Friday>. Why?"
She runs a fingertip down the axe cut. She knows what axe made that cut. She knows whose paint those blue flakes on Elita-1's hand matches. One of the first things she did after deconing the bodies was a full forensic workup. It makes her wonder.
What happened aboard that destroyed ship?
"You can ask. It isn't as if I've made a secret of how I loathe this tainted body of mine. A previous attempt to purge the taint from this body failed. Transplanting my spark into what is essentially my original form should work better."
"It has to work better," she murmurs, desperation creeping into her voice.
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Flame
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Post by Flame on Sept 12, 2011 22:15:47 GMT -5
As if on some sort of cue, Flame pops in – not because he's expected, or because he was asked in, but because he is busy with his research into this strange foam allergy he's been tasked with investigating and possibly clearing up. He pauses, meaning only to acknowledge the other two living beings present; his gaze lingers instead on the bodies.
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Post by Needlenose on Sept 12, 2011 22:36:32 GMT -5
"I thought so," Needlenose murmurs. Then, louder, he says, "He's from earlier than that, and he arrived mortally wounded. So... his reality isn't as close a parallel to yours as we tend to assume, being pulled here yanked him away from a last second rescue, or he's got the same aversion to staying dead that my reality's Optimus does."
He shakes his head. "We're going to be able to save some data, I think, but I'm not sure how much it's going to be worth." He shrugs. Just how much sensitive information would Maintenance Prime have even known at that point? "I should at least be able to access the visual buffer, though. Maybe we can see what happened?"
He raises a brow-ridge and perks the corresponding antenna as she talks about her plans. "Hmmmmm. Interesting choice. I mean, you realize that organic integration is the wave of the future, right? Just look at the Predacons. Heck, even my own reality was showing signs of that. Still, if you'd rather go retro, who am I to stop you?"
He hasn't yet noticed that there are now three ex-Autobots in the room instead of just two.1
1 Granted, Needlenose only barely counts, since he was only an Autobot because all Transformers from his reality who were alive before the war started as Autobots.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Sept 13, 2011 19:41:34 GMT -5
Why not add a corrupted Autobot protoform to the mix?
"If it isn't some of my favourite people," Scourge comments flatly of Blackarachnia, Needlenose, and Flame. He stands near the door, possibly making it hard to leave.
As an evil overlord, it pays to keep tabs on what his mad scientists are doing. Even if they aren't being treacherous, and they probably are, what they can make factors into his field plans. If they build him an ice ray, when he was really hoping for land mines, he'll need to adjust his plans.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 14, 2011 21:39:37 GMT -5
Blackarachnia smiles broadly as Flame enters. "Why hello there. I was just discussing how invaluable your expertise might be to our little projects here," she says to the re-animator.
"We're interested in trying to get these boys moving again," she says, waving at the bodies of the two Primes, "They'd be sparkless automatons with little personality, most likely, but it is possible with those of my reality."
"And I-," she looks back down at Elita-1's body, "am interested in an extreme makeover."
She deliberately doesn't look at Scourge after that declaration. She appreciates that Scourge seems to find her current form attractive after a fashion. She appreciates it enough- needs it enough- that she might be swayed away from her plan, if he might like her less, and she can't face that just now.
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