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Post by Starfighter on May 19, 2008 19:29:12 GMT -5
Starfighter's optics narrow thoughtfully and he looks down at his datapad for a moment. "That doesn't make any sense. How can you test them without using them on someone? I suppose you could abduct an Autobot, but that's a lot of trouble to go to when you could just pull out one of the lower rankers and use it on them. I mean, Hook's their superior, they don't have much of a choice in the matter. If you used seekers you'd even have a control group to work with, since most of our systems are similar or identical."
Problem solving is one of his main functions; when someone presents him with a complaint he usually tries to figure a way to fix it.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 19:35:02 GMT -5
Well, it wasn't like he was expecting the jet to offer to take it point blank. That wouldn't of been much fun, anyway.
"I...I g-guess I could..." Mixmaster looks down and hunches his shoulders, fiddling even more with the vial in his hands and even going so far as to glance at Starfighter in worry before looking away.
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Post by Starfighter on May 19, 2008 19:38:04 GMT -5
Starfighter gives in to his baser instincts and puts a gentle, reassuring hand on Mixmaster's arm. "I can even help with your data recording, if you want. It's what I was programmed to do, to record and analyze. If you don't want to bother Hook, he doesn't even have to know about it until we're done. That good?"
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 19:46:34 GMT -5
There is much mental bristling being done as Starfighter so kindly offers to help record the results. Like he couldn't record the results of his own experiment! Mixmaster restrains the urge to buzz his discontent as he straightens and brightens his optics hopefully.
Ah, well. It wasn't like he'd ever claimed to be good at this sort of thing anyway.
Mixmaster offers the seeker a bright grin and then tackles the jet, gripping about the neck tightly and burying his face into the seekers shoulder with ecstatic squeals coming from his vocalizer.
"Th-th-thank you!"
The vial is slipped closer to Mixmaster's mouth and eventually into it as he 'hugs' the seeker tightly.
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Post by Starfighter on May 19, 2008 19:53:43 GMT -5
Well, Starfighter's just helping as best he can. If he was a chef he'd offer to bring Mixmaster lunch while he injects hapless Decepticons with disturbed substances.
"Eeek!" Starfighter flails falls into his back again, feeling happy that he's cheered Mixmaster up but wondering if this sort of behavior's going to get him in trouble with Hook. "Just trying to help, sir. The Decepticons need something like this pretty badly."
Gingerly he puts his arms around Mixmaster and hugs back, slipping his datapad into subspace to prevent any accidental scratches.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 20:05:21 GMT -5
If questioned on his touchiness Mixmaster can blame the fact that he is gestalt and rely on the hope that people outside of gestalt don't know much about it.
As it is he just clings tighter and nuzzles Starfighter's jaw, arranging the vial slightly so that when he rubs just right it shatters, spilling onto the jet's face, down his neck, and onto his shoulder.
Mixmaster isn't quite stupid enought to try and shove the thing down Starfighter's throat, not do it and expect good results thanks to the jet's lasercore, at least.
The chemist yelps and jumps back, dimming his optics in horror as he hurriedly digs through his supplies until he finds a vial of the same size filled with a slightly more blue liquid.
The entire time he's whimpering and muttering to himself mixes of 'oh-no' and 'bad' with various degrees of moaning terror. Once he snaps a 'don't move!' to Starfighter as he carefully moves forward with the vial in hand.
"Th-th-th-this'll help, i-i-it will. Y-You d-don't want th-th-th-th...a-absorbed th-through your a-armor." He hold up the vial with a trembling hand. If he were human, there'd be tears.
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Post by Starfighter on May 19, 2008 20:11:32 GMT -5
Starfighter yelps as he feels the vial shatter against his cheek, brushing at the fluid and freezing as Mixmaster orders him to keep still. "I thought you said it was a pain killer, why would it hurt my armor?" he asks nervously as the indigo fluid drains down his body. "Sh-shouldn't it be all right?"
But he stays obedient, even in situations that don't make sense. It's hardly as if it's the first time, and Mixmaster's hardly sane. Best to appease him.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 20:17:35 GMT -5
Yes, pretend Mixmaster's just insane. It'll make things a whole lot easier for him.
"Y-yes b-but o-o-only if s-swallowed. I-It'll h-have neg-neg-...bad effects on y-your armor. I-if i-it's a-a-absorbed it'll d-d-damage the w-wires u-unless this c-counteracts i-it." Mixmaster works his finger smoothly into the jets jaw and tilts his head up slightly to ease the blue liquid, the actual relaxent and not the dead one he'd spilled on Starfighter, down the jet's throat.
"Th-this m-might make you a l-little tired," Mixmaster warns shakily as he finishes dumping the last drop down the seeker's throat.
And if it worked out correctly, Starfighter will just think that he'd had an extreme reaction to the 'antidote' and wouldn't shoot him in the back during the upcoming battle. Because Mixmaster really cannot comprehend someone outside of his gestalt not killing him for being drugged without their permission.
Mixmaster settles back in a crouch to watch.
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Post by Starfighter on May 19, 2008 20:29:30 GMT -5
"But that doesn't make any sense either--" And then the relaxant's poured down his throat and Starfighter's protests are effectively muffled. Oh, well. Can't hurt to indulge him.
"I...I think I'm feeling better now," Starfighter ventures after he takes in the last of Mixmaster's concoction. He raises a hand to casually brush off the purple liquid staining his armor, then freezes in place, optics widened.
Decades of dealing with a defective laser core have made Starfighter very aware of the functioning of his own body. He's quick to catch random panic attacks and duck into lonelier place s until they've passed, but this is something new. This isn't a feeling of mere momentary drowsiness, but his conscious functions beginning to shut down. He's been poisoned.
"What..." Starfighter wobbles as he tries to sit up and falls flat on his back again. His optics dim and his arms fall limp at his sides as he turns his head weakly up to face Mixmaster one last time. His expression is full of despair and betrayal as he realizes that this was purposeful, that the Constructicons vulnerability was nothing more than a ploy to catch him off-guard. In retrospect it makes sense, but it still hurts more than it should.
"Tho...thought...nghzzzt." And Starfighter passes out on the floor.
I thought you were scared like me.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 20:49:28 GMT -5
The look doesn't really bother Mixmaster. It sort of leaves a little feeling of discomfort but overall the feeling of satisfaction that the concoction worked over-ride that.
He leans forward to prod and shift the jet around so he isn't pressing down painfully on his wings. The dosage was a bit higher than he'd have normally given a jet, so adjustments can easily be made to suit Long Haul.
"Sorry jetling," Mixmaster says casually as he takes out a cloth to wipe the worst of the spilled dead-mix off the jet. "Long Haul's a bit more important than a cute little seeker-jet, no matter how helpful. He is, he is."
After cleaning the area around him with some of his disinfectant Mixmaster carefully shifts the seeker over his shoulder.
He makes his way carefully to the 'bay, dodging any wandering persons who might be in the halls on the way there.
The jet really wasn't so bad, even if he was frustratingly naive, and Mixmaster is extra careful in laying him down out of immediate sight of the doors and wandering optics.
And besides, Mixmaster decides as he once again carefully fusses over the seeker's armor and general state of health like he would any one of his gestalt-mates before quietly slipping out, anyone who reminds him of them, of Scavenger, even if it's just a little bit...it wouldn't be right to leave them all alone.
And maybe the jumpy jet'll be more careful around chemists holding vials or needles in their hands now. What he does after this doesn't really matter, Mixmaster has results to record and more of the solution to adjust for Long Haul.
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(OOC: I am going to go kill the little sub-conscious corner where Mixmaster resides, and then I am going to try and figure out where the sentimental stuff cam from, excuse me ^_^)
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Post by Starfighter on May 19, 2008 21:16:33 GMT -5
Starfighter groggily comes to an hour later, his systems slowly rebooting themselves and leaving him in a peaceful drowsy state until he remembers exactly what happened and how much Mixmaster sucks.
"Ngh..." The seeker attempts to get to his feet and falls back on his aft again, still finding it hard to move. He considers comming someone to come help him...but then again, who would?
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 21:33:09 GMT -5
About this time Mixmaster wanders back into the bay, brightening when he sees Starfighter awake.
"Ah, good, you're not in a coma, then." He sounds genuinely pleased.
"How are you feeling?"
Because to him, he's done nothing wrong.
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Post by Starfighter on May 19, 2008 21:36:00 GMT -5
Starfighter's numb body tries unsuccessfully to shift away from him. "You poisoned me," he says accusingly, glaring at him with what little strength he's gathered so far. "I would have helped you, and you tested it on me instead. That...you shouldn't have done that."
He can't really say it wasn't fair, because...well, Decepticon.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 21:41:22 GMT -5
Mixmaster tilts his head to the side, eyeing Starfighter curiously.
"Why?" He asks, "you were the one who was there." He doesn't mention Hook giving him permission because it doesn't even cross his mind to yet.
He looks straight again, "and I needed to test it soon, anyway." Mixmaster doesn't elaborate, and instead begins to get fussy with the cleaning cloth in his hands.
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Post by Starfighter on May 19, 2008 21:45:25 GMT -5
"So you picked me...because I was there. Because...I bought your line of garbage." Starfighter's still too weary to move more than his neck, but he follows Mixmaster with his optics. He sounds more resigned than angry now.
Always the way it is, isn't it? Coward and fool, good for little more than data entry. It's his own fault, really.
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