Black Repaints and Black Operations

[Fleetwind]

The Seeker has been ordered to draw tell everyone about himself, and so he shall. He straightens just a bit, ever the professional, and says, "My name is Fleetwind, general aerial combatant and factory standard Seeker." Except that apparently the factory ran out of blue before it got to him. Then, he shrugs. "For the most part. I have been upgraded with the scouting package, which means I have a longer-ranged sensor suite than most jet-types." Which would be the only reason Fleetwind's been placed in covert ops, so far as he can determine.

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OOC: Back to skippable unless addressed.

[Frenzy]

Barricade had made his opinion on Frenzy drinking cyber-caffeine perfectly clear. But there were times when Frenzy really wished he hadn't. Like when the spider-chick seemed allured by the idea of him doing things to her. Or the chameleon-guy.

"Frenzy. Infiltration unit, electronics and computer systems specialist." He's a hacker.

[Barricade]

Oh, Barricade has no problem with Frenzy drinking that sludge - provided that he can chuck the little miscreant into someone else's foxhole and sit back to watch the fun until the effects fade. It's like having his very own spiky little grenade to lob about, really.

Unfortunately, it never works that gracefully. Sad really. Watching his partner have at this band of misfits would be amusement of the highest order.

"Barricade. Shock trooper, infiltration, forward scout." He totes the hacker around.

[Eye-fire]

"Sniper and assassin. If something dies around you and you don't know what did it, it'll probably have been me." Eye-Fire says as he cross's his arms over his chest.

[Thrust]

Due to a large number of the local population not appearing on his sensor array, Thrust hasn’t given it his full attention lately. Due to this he tenses up and prepares to bring his weapons to bear at the sudden appearance of Chaos’s voice preceding the reptile himself, but once he identifies himself as a Predacon Thrust’s demeanour takes on a more confused and curious appearance. Wondering about this new beast warrior, the Vehicon takes a moment to realise he has to respond to Scourge’s request.

“Thrust. Maximal exterminator and Vehicon General.” Orders drones around.

[Blackarachnia (BW)]

"Blackarachnia. Saboteur, Infiltrator, technician. Happy to serve." And with that, she bows.

And then to Chaos. Hmm, he's actually about the right size for the people she knew. Looks like some kind of creature.. thing.. from that planet she found herself on. Only with lots of metal, and more pointy-blady bits than the hyperactive little silver guy. "Another Predacon, huh? One of Megatron's crew, I take it?"

[Sable Conolly]

Scourge listens along to people's introductions. He doesn't get much out of them, but that is to be expected. Now, it is his turn. First impressions count more than anything, and he only has one shot here. As he speaks, he moves and makes optical contact with each Transformer present in turn, and his voice is confident and steady, "I am Scourge. My function prior to arriving here was in leading a team of commandos. I know how to organize people, and I know the value of current, correct intelligence. I have some competence in infiltration and sabotage, but I understand the importance of selecting the right machine for the job. Do your jobs right, and I won't hang over your shoulders, telling you how to do them. Fails, and there will be repercussions. Simple."

Now his demeanour changes, to someone who seems quite friendly and pleasant, and he explains, "If you have read Sky-Byte's file on our shared universe," and if they haven't, they're not worth their division name, "you have read that I was created from an Autobot protoform – a sort of tabula rasa - and that I scanned Optimus Prime and a human during my creation. I can assure you that any commonality I have with Optimus Prime is purely structural and that I derive no weakness or compassion from or for humanity, but please, if you have any concerns, just tell me."

For a moment, perhaps they will be worried or derisive, because he's sounding so reasonable and concerned, and he holds out an open hand, a gesture of openness. Then, his red optics flash ominously, like stormy skies, and his fingers twitch and tense, and in these subtle cues it suddenly becomes awfully, horribly obvious that Scourge is ready to grab and throw through a wall anyone who is worried about Scourge have any Autobot leanings.

Manipulation and brutality in one black package.

Now, that isn’t very Autobot, is it?

"Any questions?"

[Chaos]

Chaos snickers at the mention of the name "Megatron" and nods to the spider. He remembered this one well. On many occasion, he'd made the mistake of getting in the way of Megatron's fits of rage caused by the tarantula and the widow. The chameleon also read a few datatrax files based off her on the Darksyde; what was left of them anyway. Surely, she had wiped a few of her own files here and there to cover something up, but then again, what Pred didn't?

"You got it, legs."

Chaos nearly trembles at Scourge's sudden intensity. The chameleon bot had been fooled by that little compassionate speech, after all. The Pred hides his shock well, though. Luckily for him, too, because showing weakness in front of all these bots wouldv'e been quite embarassing. Chaos seems to be the first with something to say.

"No doubts here, my liege. Though my intrigue as to where exactly you will be leading us doubles by the nano-click."

The spotty reptile creepy-crawls his way to circle around Scourge, curious and growing a bit restless. This seems like as good a job as any for a sneaky strike force. Exceptional, even. As proud Sas he was to work beside them, he knew he wasn't as treacherous or decieving as the rest of the team. This Pred didn't care though. Chaos was in it for the fight. And holding off assailants from the elusive Prime repaint will prove a worthy battle or two.

[Frenzy]

When people start telling you where they come from and ask if you have any problems with that, you shut up and don't have problems.

It's a rule-of-thumb that's served Frenzy well, but the aura of barely-restrained violence in their leader unnerves him. He crouches and springs, clambering up Barricade's back to perch on the police car's shoulder.

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Using Barricade as a jungle-gym done with player permission.

[Barricade]

Instinct urges Barricade to bristle at that show of aggression and dominance. Instinct that he throttles down, though it takes effort to restrain the impulse to even so much as flick a claw.

Scourge is dangerous, and a mechanism to be reckoned with. They will have to be on their guards around him, beyond their normal level of distrustful alertness.

"None, as of yet," he intones, shifting absently to accommodate Frenzy, well accustomed to being used as the hacker's perch.

[Eye-fire]

Eye-Fire isn't all really bothered by Scourges sudden gear change from nice to "Rip-off-your-faceplate". If Scourge had continued to be nice, then there might be some cause for alarm.

Eye-Fire will have to be vigilant for the next while, he needs to know who he can trust to cover him and who he can expect to use him as a shield.

[Blackarachnia (BW)]

OOC: Thrust timed out so here I go.

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Blackarachnia was only a Predacon because a shell program was installed on her, she would have no right to criticize Scourge for his own origins.

"You are what you are, not what you were." Blackarachnia said, casually.

With that, she resumes her conversation with her fellow Predacon. Ugh, legs. Blackarachnia withholds her retort at that remark. "Were you a reformatted protoform too? I was pulled from a time where there wasn't anyone on the Darksyde called Chaos."

[Thrust]

OOC: sorry about the delay. Becoming skippable after this post.
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When Scourge gives the impression he will dismember anyone who brings up his Prime-like appearance Thrust rolls back a quarter rotation, but otherwise gives no real impression of intimidation. Even this small amount of movement is more the result of anticipating being the one most likely to be throttled by their new commander then fearing it. Otherwise the Vehicon actually straightens up and takes on a more professional stance while nodding to Scourge, seeing on how this new boss means business.

Then to Chaos and Blackarachnia’s side discussion, he pipes in with “There never was one in my timeline or whichever. You’re from after the moon tried to fry everyone, right?” While Thrust has managed to wrap his mind around the alternate dimensions people are appearing from, someone likely knowing an alternate Waspinator has managed to catch his interest.

[Sable Conolly]

Scourge makes a point of looking at each and every Decepticon, Predacon, and Vehicon here in turns. Finally, he decrees, "Good. Now, I understand that most of you do your work best alone or in small groups," he glances over at Frenzy and Barricade with narrowed optics, "so I won't force you to engage in any tiresome team-building exercises. If you can get your jobs done, you may all hate each other, if you wish."

"The most important issues are why we are here and how we got here. Anyone who discovers those facts and is able to hold onto them will be a kingmaker. Keep that in mind. Other pressing issues are resources, mapping, security, and the state of the enemy. If you want to go haring off into the Autobot base, I'd appreciate it if you ran your exit strategy by me. Otherwise, you won't have any backup to appreciate hauling your skidplate away from the Prime's buzzsaw. Resources, security, and mapping overlap with Hook's division, but we'll have to haul our share there."

Scourge looks over his troops, "Finally, I need a second. If there are any takers, you can reach me at [frequency]. If not, I'm sure one will fall through a portal tomorrow."

[Chaos]

Chaos lightly taps his visor, recording [frequency] for later use. Never know when the black convoy suddenly has some useful intel. He looks back to Rach and Thrust, tilting his head, perplexed. Could it be that he does not survive the Beast Wars? The circuits that make up his mind race curiously about his fate... and his possible demise. Maybe he doesn't go offline. Perhaps he merely is never sought out. The Pred shakes head and partially ignores pretenses of death for the time being. Now's not the time.

"I was on the ship. Megatron had his reasons for not revealing me to his small battalion. And even if you had known of me..."

Chaos becomes barely noticeable as bits and pieces of his shell cloak and disappear.

"...It's not like you would've noticed me. But, adventures first! Explanations take such an awfully long time. I, for one, wouldn't mind teaming up. Whoever finds potential in me may recruit me for whatever the slag you want. Put me on manual labor duty, however, and I'm gone."