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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 14, 2009 17:40:33 GMT -5
Scourge is a black repaint. He is designed to ruin people's childhoods!
He shakes his head and points out, "What's to stop them from just gathering more rocks? We'd have to destroy all the rocks on Gillanan III, as well as their rocks. It would be better if we understood the mechanism by which the rocks function, to get to the spark of the matter."
Scourge rubs his temples and grumbles, "The really obvious thing would just be to sneak a bomb into their ship while they're on it and blow them all up."
Dead Autobots don't recover, right?
(Sssh, don't tell Scourge.)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 15, 2009 0:48:11 GMT -5
Blackarachnia shrugs. "I could do a good job reverse engineering some kind of warp device, but a rock isn't really in my field."
Back to the other matter. "So, get some recon, then drop me off, or me and Frenzy. Or me and then Frenzy separately. Could be fun." She turns her head back to Scourge, curious. "What else have you got for me?"
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Post by Fleetwind on Jul 15, 2009 16:13:38 GMT -5
Fleetwind, this whole time, is listening thoughtfully, although the exit still gets occasional longing glances.
Finally, he speaks up.
"We have no idea to what level the rocks have to be destroyed in order for them to stop working, anyway. They are all just very small pieces of a greater whole. For all we know, they would continue to act as anchors even if pounded into rock-dust."
Then he falls silent again.
OOC: Once more skippable unless addressed.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 17, 2009 13:02:17 GMT -5
Scourge cannot really make it worth anyone's while to do anything. He doesn't have access to energon or goods or services for bribes. He can really only make it not worth someone while to not do what he says, because he can beat the tear out of people.
However, making troops live in fear only breeds resentment, and the moment their terror abates, they might plot sedition.
Scourge was lucky, in his home reality. His older half-brothers were, well, his older half-brothers, even if he rarely thought of them in such family terms. They obeyed him without a thought as soon as he cowed Mega-Octane into submission, because they knew no better; knew nothing else. They had never had anyone else and the only alternate was that laughable Sky-Byte.
Scourge doesn't have it so easy at all here.
Rubbing his temples, Scourge goes over his grocery list, "Figure out which Autobots and Maximals and whatever else factions are here. Lean their plans. Derail their plans. Call Frenzy."
Call Frenzy?
Call Frenzy.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 17, 2009 15:54:21 GMT -5
"Call Frenzy?" Blackarachnia asked for other things to do, and she got call Frenzy. "And tell him what?"
She looks over the back of her shoulder, shooting Fleetwind A Look when he offers more helpful advice.
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Post by Frenzy on Jul 17, 2009 17:34:51 GMT -5
A little while later, Frenzy slinks into Interrogation, muttering to himself. His fingers flex and curl, and his eye-stalks twist all around him to look at as much of the area as he possibly can.
He is conspicuously without Barricade. That is not to say Barricade might not show up later, but he is not there right now. If people are calling for Frenzy specifically, obviously they just want Frenzy. (Whereas if people are calling for Barricade, of course they want Barricade and Frenzy.)
He scrambles up on the table, perching on one of the shackles far away from that little stain of purple.
"What, what?"
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 19, 2009 10:27:05 GMT -5
Scourge's antennae flick back just a bit as Frenzy scampers up on the table. Two Decepticons and a Predacon on a table! Awesome!
(Nothing explodes.)
Scourge seriously needs a hobby.
Scourge explains to Frenzy, "We are rather lacking in current intelligence on the Autobots and their pesky Maximal allies." And that mysterious third faction, too. "We need to know who they have, what they can do, and what they're planning to do."
"I would also like to just... sabotage their guidance computer or just blow them all up or something, but that is probably premature, until we know more." Scourge stalks around the room and throws his arms up and out now.
"So what what I'd like you to do, Frenzy, is have Barricade drop you off when we get a good chance, and take a look around in the Autobot camp or spaceship and see what you can see."
In other words, Frenzy's job description.
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 19, 2009 16:40:18 GMT -5
Hm. Okay perhaps she misunderstood line when Frenzy climbs up onto the table.
"Hey," she says casually.
And then it's not her place to talk as Scourge gives orders. Blackarachnia crosses her arms behind her back and waits.
Skippable for now.
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Post by Frenzy on Jul 19, 2009 18:22:07 GMT -5
"Yo," he says to Blackarachnia. Hey, she still has those curvy bits on her chest that look so rubbable.
Frenzy's head jerks spastically at Scourge's orders.
Was that a nod?
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 20, 2009 18:28:41 GMT -5
Scourge is just going to assume that Frenzy nodded. Scourge also assume that Frenzy wears the Jetfire Pants and will tell Barricade what Barricade needs to know.
He then points over at Blackarachnia and adds, "However. She would also be suitable for an infiltration operation. I am going to assume that your fields of peak operation are not overlapping, however. Sort out when the optimal insertion conditions are for each of you, so you'd don't step on each other's toes."
Scourge has no idea just how bad that sounded.
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Post by Frenzy on Jul 21, 2009 15:39:05 GMT -5
Frenzy twists around to look at Blackarachnia. His mouth-teeth ripple with a chuckle. "Sure thing, boss-truck."
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Jul 21, 2009 21:32:49 GMT -5
Oh for frag's sake.
"...Yes, sir." Blackarachnia says to Scourge, unsure exactly hwo to explain to her immediate boss that he's just said something inappropriate when he has no real knowledge of organic euphemisms. Then to Frenzy, she places her hands on her hips and shooting a look at him that should hopefully convey how impressed she is going to be with any attempt from him to re-interpret the intent of their commander.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jul 28, 2009 13:03:45 GMT -5
Scourge came online on Earth, but he was surrounded by, well, Decepticons and Predacons. The Decepticons were generally focused on military objectives or heavy metal concerts or bath time or whatever, and the Predacons... well... they were special.
He waves a hand dismissively, and he concludes, "I assume that you all can handle yourselves." perhaps a bad assumption.
That said, however, Scourge heads for the door.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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Post by Fleetwind on Jul 28, 2009 18:31:13 GMT -5
Fleetwind makes no attempt to stop Scourge, but if no one prevents him, he's out the door as soon as Scourge is out of sight.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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Post by Frenzy on Jul 31, 2009 12:21:41 GMT -5
"Can handle ourselves just fragging fine, yeah, yeah." Frenzy twists around to watch as the pastel Seeker leaves, one eye-stalk still swiveled towards Blackarachnia. As soon as Fleetwind is gone, he skitters a bit closer to Blackarachnia, head cocked, studying her.
He's smaller than her. Heck, he's smaller than Rattrap. He's ten pounds of malice and viciousness in a two pound sack.
"So spider-lady knows how to insert. Where does spider-lady insert, hm, hm, hm?"
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