Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Sept 16, 2011 21:58:58 GMT -5
Month 1, Week 4, Day 2, under a polar ice shelf, open to Team Evil
To say that space is cold is to be somewhat inaccurate. However, an object stuck in space long enough will eventually radiate its heat out and will become cold, if there is no new input heat source such as a star.
Half a million years is a fair chunk of time, and if there'd been a star in the Dark Nebula, it wouldn't have been very dark, now would it?
Lyzack has known cold, and so, she does not complain now. Even if the cold was inconvenient, she still wouldn't complain, because complaining about minor manners is unseemly. Lyzack does not complain about the wet. She is waterproof, and she recalls Leozack's engaging accounts from the front of how they hid the Thunder Arrow underwater, so there is good precedent for somewhat aquatic bases.
So there she is, in an ice tunnel under hundreds of feet of ice, carrying crates from one ice cavern to another, where more skilled Destrons... well, probably Decepticons and Predacons... than she will use the contents of said crates to actually turn a bunch of ice caverns into a more liveable space. The place feels oddly empty and expansive to her, without the constant crush of people. It's so quiet, too, the way the ice hushes sound, not like the Giant Fortress Base. Someone was always screaming there over a scuffled paintjob or an empty fuel tank or because Seiryu is insisting that Kuzuryu bit him.
Lyzack can actually hear her own thoughts for once, and she's finding that perhaps she ought to have more of them. She looks down at Lionessbreast, who is walking along beside her, and comments, "At least no one's tried to pull your tail yet, hmm?"
The cat has no reply and simply rounds a corner.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Sept 16, 2011 22:43:33 GMT -5
"I'm afraid it's probably just a matter of time," says a voice from the cavern that Lyzack is entering. When she enters, she'll find a pale yellow Seeker with a datapad in hand, checking inventory. "Around this place..." He shakes his head and look up. "I'd watch the Junkion, at any rate."
"Lyzack, right?" Fleetwind walks toward her and attempts to take the crate she holds from her in order to move it to the correct pile. "The new arrival? I'm Fleetwind."
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Sept 17, 2011 23:07:49 GMT -5
"Screwdriver will probably try and make booties for him or something," the fuchsia jet entering from another tunnel with yet another stack of crates, "I seem to remember some human fairy tale along those lines."
Misfire sets the crates down and grins, "She seems to leave Ravage mostly alone, though he's a bit spikier than your pet."
"I'm Misfire."
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Sept 18, 2011 17:26:53 GMT -5
Lyzack nods, hesitantly almost but not quite bowing, and she confirms, "Yes, I am Lyzack. It is pleasant to meet you, Fleetwind." She lets him take the crate. Should she have bowed? No, here, they are the same rank and under the same commander, even if he is a real warrior, according to the database. The situation is very odd for Lyzack.
Misfire confuses her slightly, and her brow furrows slightly and her lips purse. Then she realises his mistake, so she replies gently, "It is nice to meet you, too, Misfire. Lionessbreast is a lioness." So, she's not a him. Lyzack hopes that Misfire will understand the correction. She doesn't want to embarrass Misfire in front of Fleetwind.
The mention of fairy tales is interesting. Children like fairy tales. Perhaps Lyzack should see if Screwdriver can teach her some more? She could use some new stories to keep the children occupied, if she ever gets home.
Then Lyzack adds, "She is my Breast Animal." Lionessbreast isn't quite a pet. She's a little bit more and stranger than that. "This Screwdriver, does she often make items for other unasked? Would Ravage object to... 'booties'?"
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Sept 18, 2011 18:35:33 GMT -5
“Object would be too kind a word for what Ravage would do,” Skystrike rumbles as she steps into the room, one crate under her arm and the other resting atop her shoulder. “I’d be wary of Screwdriver as well. The gifts she gives aren’t the sort you’d want.”
The seeker takes a moment to eye the new jet before speaking up once more. “Lyzack then? Welcome. I am Skystrike, second in command of the Decepticon Air Division.” She glances around at the stacked crates for a moment before adding,“Although we seem to be the cargo moving division for the day, really.”
“Where do these go, Fleetwind?” Skystrike asks, nodding at the crates.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Sept 19, 2011 12:16:06 GMT -5
"Making items for others unasked is kind of a Screwdriver thing," Fleetwind answers Lyzack, sighing. "Fortunately, most of the time it's for the Autobots, but if you see any innocent looking 'children's toys' laying around Ship, that's usually her. Generally they're either explosive, magnetic, poisonous, contain some sort of weird sonic weapon, or something like that. Or they're just made out of dead organics. If you're careless, you're liable to set one off, and if you're cautious, it'll not do anything just long enough to make you look like a fool for being cautious." Fleetwind knows this from experience, though he'll take looking like a fool over an explosion any day.
As he speaks, he walks towards one of the piles and sets the crate he had been carrying down in it. At Skystrike's question, he turns towards the other Seeker and approaches her, looking at the crate in question. "Which one is it- ah, the terminal components? They go with the other main computer supplies," he points towards the stack. "As I understand, Needlenose has requested to scratchbuild two computers for this base, including one that's never to be connected to Ship's systems. You know, what with the 'ghost in the machine', or whatever you want to call it."
OOC: Fleetwind is just a minor mook in Intel, but he reads the standing order listings. Nothing he's saying would be 'classified.' He's brighter than that.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Sept 19, 2011 18:00:55 GMT -5
If you've got a lot of grunt work like moving boxes, and are a Decepticon, who are you gonna call? Duskwing! The dark blue Seeker shambles in, carrying a box under each arm. He speaks to all and sundry in a loud voice, like they might be half-deaf or speakers of some foreign language: "HEY! Where the gizmatron cases go? I ain't got 'em on the manifest, and I ain't got time to stand around and guess!"
His voice drops back to normal as he adds, "Yeah, Screwdriver makes the neatest toys!" He tilts his head slightly and stares at Lyzack. "Huh. You the new dame, right?"
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Sept 20, 2011 21:02:07 GMT -5
Misfire tilts his head in puzzlement at Lyzack's correction. After a moment though, realization dawns (probably due to some help from Aimless) and he shakes his head.
"Oh. One of those gendered things. Sorry, we don't really have gender in my reality, so I default to the masculine. I'll try to remember it's female." When Duskwing refers to Lyzack as a dame, Misfire adds, "Ah. And that you're one too."
Aimless hops down from Misfire's hip, transforming as before he hits the ground- but still landing in a giggling heap.
"Breast... Animal.... ahahahah!"
Misfire shakes his head again and reaches to take the gizmatron cases from Duskwing. "Ignore him. It's apparently some sort of organic inside joke."
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Sept 20, 2011 21:35:13 GMT -5
As soon as the blue jet so casually carrying crates as if she were just one of the grunts announces that she is Skystrike, the Air Divisional second in command, Lyzack's optics widen, and her mouth opens slightly. She bows quickly but smoothly and averts her optics from Skystrike, only regarding Skystrike out of her peripheral vision. Yes, of course, Lyzack looked up who her bosses are supposed to be, and she's reading her way through what little her classification gives her of the personnel files, but it's one thing to read a short bio and see a mugshot, and it is quite another to meet someone in person.
Skystrike certainly has a deep voice, doesn't she? And aside from colours and alternate mode pieces, Lyzack's not sure she'd be able to tell Skystrike apart from Fleetwind and that other guy there, and Lyzack certainly wouldn't know that Skystrike is a lady if not for having reading said short bio!
Though Lyzack's not looking at Skystrike, her optics light up. Skystrike is a bifauxnen! That's so exciting! And Skystrike's a real military officer, too, not a do-nothing layabout like Esmeral. Skystrike's even carrying boxes! She does things! Lyzack's mind, it is blown. She murmurs respectfully, "Ma'am," which is a giveaway to her civilian nature - female or not, Skystrike really ought to be called 'sir'. This is the military.
Lyzack nudges Lionessbreast with her foot, trying to get the cat to look a little less disreputable while they are in the presence of a superior. This attempt fails, because one cannot make a cat look less disreputable, by virtue of the cat being a cat.
She does not like the idea that Screwdriver might just make something for her or Lionessbreast unasked. It would put her in debt. That concerns her more than the fact that Screwdriver's creations are dangerous, but she files the information away and says simply, "Thank you."
Her optics narrow slightly when the other Seeker calls her a dame. Lyzack straightens out of her bow and says obliquely, as if agreeing with Duskwing, "I am a lady," again not making a direct correction that she is not a dame. Her brother is a Royal Guard, the commander of the Breastforce, and the Destron subcommander. She is not some common dame like a Cybertron hussy. "My name is Lyzack. May I know yours?"
Lyzack did note in the database the mention that not all realities have genders. Should she be thinking of Misfire as an it, then? No, she thinks that she heard that the genderless go by male. There's not a good way to ask him - it? - anyway. Her optics narrow slightly again as Misfire's partner laughs at her. Her wings flick a little. Lyzack doesn't like being laughed at; it reflects poorly upon her. However, Misfire, by his profile, is a real warrior with real experience, and so she says nothing.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Sept 22, 2011 9:59:57 GMT -5
“....” This is Lyzack’s respect flying right over Skystrike’s head. The berkut is used to a little more... borderline insubordination and casual disregard of discipline; unless such things directly benefited them, Decepticons tended not to be the best behaved. Heck, the division’s commander was practically an embodiment of all of those traits. Only Fleetwind and Misfire were tolerable company and Fleetwind was technically part of Intel. Ma’am or sir, she’s hardly heard neither!
“Hm,” she answers Fleetwind a bit distractedly, watching the new flier introduce herself with a carefully neutral expression. After a moment, she shakes her head and adds with quiet bemusement, “I doubt fresh components are going to stop a determined enough ghost.”
“Duskwing, you’re not in that much of a hurry,” Skystrike grumbles, leveling him with a flat look. Did he genuinely care about getting things done on time or was he trying to get things done faster so he could go do other idiotically shady antics?
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Sept 22, 2011 14:22:03 GMT -5
"Just put it over by the reverse diodic emitters," Fleetwind gestures as Duskwing asks his question. Fleetwind isn't sure how he fell into the roll of keeping track of organization - it's not like he knows what any of this stuff does. But then, he's really just following the scheme he was handed.
He looks down at the laughing Aimless, but just shrugs.
He gives a faint nod as Lyzack thanks him for the information on Screwdriver, although he's a touch dubious that it's really sunk into her just how... off the Junkion is. Ah, well, she'll learn. He gets back to marking things off on the inventory sheet.
"Fresh components alone, maybe not, but fresh components and a completely new software suite might," he observes to Skystrike. "After all, we're not dealing with a real ghost here." He shrugs. "Ship's probably stuck with it until the vessel gets destroyed, though." Fleetwind fully expects that one day the Autobots will blow Ship up. Ship is a massive, Decepticon-built vehicle of war. The Autobots always eventually blow those up.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Sept 22, 2011 20:06:55 GMT -5
Misfire helpfully offers to take the cases from Duskwing, which Duskwing is more than agreeable to. He hands them off to Misfire, and adds, pointing helpfully, "Dey go over dere wit' the emitter thingies, like Fleet said."
"Uh?" Duskwing stares at Lyzack over her correction. Lady Lyzack? But she wasn't in the org charts as a ranker. What? He puzzled that out for a moment, his mouth pursed into a slight frown as he continued to stare at her. "Oh, dat was your rank? Sorry, you wasn't listed as a ranker." He shrugs, then straightens up from his habitual slouch and flexes his wings proudly. "The name is Duskwing! I flew wit' Megatron when he attacked the Ark!"
Skystrike knows Duskwing all too well, it would seem. "Well, depends how fast I'm s'posed to get done here. Uh. Sir." He's still not used to her promotion. "But if you say so, I won't worry about it."
"We got ghosts?" Duskwing looks slightly worried. "Whose?"
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Sept 26, 2011 22:26:29 GMT -5
It's because you're the most brightly colored jet here, Fleetwind. Bright colors obviously indicate organizational skills. Or something.
Misfire continues to ignore his partner as he takes the package over where Fleetwind indicated. This movement conveniently hides his involuntary optic roll as Duswing brags about serving under Megatron.
As he turns back to the group Misfire says, "I believe they are talking about that holographic ghost in the machine that Shockwave left." He looks over at Fleetwind, mouth curling into an almost... fond smile before he catches himself. "Any pref on what we bring in next, Fleet?"
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Sept 26, 2011 22:50:40 GMT -5
Lionessbreast pads over to where Aimless is on the floor and tries to bat at him with a paw, trying to determine if he is A Food.
Lyzack is bright enough to understand the concept of metaphors, and Fleetwind explains it well enough. Okay, so there's a rogue program in Ship. Fine, she just won't jack in directly. A proper lady doesn't jack into strange computers, anyway. That is why they have datapads.
She is absolutely mortified by Duskwing's misunderstanding. Lyzack hangs her head and stammers, "This one is of no rank. This one merely wished to convey that she is not crass. Apologies for this one's lack of clarity."
That said, Lyzack dashes out to go grab the next load of crates, her deep shame giving her speed.
Lionessbreast doesn't follow, much too preoccupied with Aimless.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Sept 28, 2011 19:48:14 GMT -5
Skystrike will be here, pretending not to have seen that dopey smile. Misfire.
New jet seems a little skittish. Skystrike arches a brow as Lyzack hurriedly goes off to fetch more crates and makes an idle note to watch her closely in their next team exercise.
She nods an acknowledgment to Duskwing (although she’s still going to keep a careful eye on him) and moves to follow at a calmer pace. What? She has crates to pick up too! Surely Lyzack didn’t think escape would be that easy.
“Here’s hoping we don’t have any secret Shockwave loyalist clubs then,” she comments over her shoulder vents, pausing only briefly to tell Lionessbreast ‘don’t eat that’ before stepping out of the room. New software suit and new hardware, but if someone could use it then someone could use it; you didn’t need to be Frenzy to hack. In fact a lot of major hackers used social engineering to gain access to information they wanted.
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