Blackarachnia (BW)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 1, 2008 21:29:05 GMT -5
Oh, it's Long Range. Well Blackarachnia would have greeted him in Spider-mode if that's when he said hello, but right now she's in robot mode, and connecting up the diagnostic equipment to the body. And if only having two digits shouldn't impede the process, then the scaling difference shouldn't be a problem either.
"Long Range," she intones, only half-trying to hide her irritation at being interrupted. "Was there something you were looking for?"
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 1, 2008 23:39:47 GMT -5
"Good morning, Long Range. You're up bright and early today!" Needlenose observes as he continues to work. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Not that Needlenose will actually help, of course. But he's asking.
One thing he doesn't look like he intends to ask, however, is for Long Range's help. He instead finishes removing the panels he can, and while Blackarachnia gets the scanner working, he kneels to start getting a closer look at some of the circuitry, removing a small magnifier from his kit as he does so. "Let me know if you get anything interesting, Blackarachnia," he asks.
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Post by Long Range on Aug 3, 2008 2:07:00 GMT -5
So, they appear to be doing something techy. Not exactly Long Range's field of expertise, but maybe he can still be useful. After all, there's nothing else to do and lazying about will only get you so far.
"Nothing in particular. Need someone to stand out here and make sure no big, noisy fools bother you?" He says as he leans ever so slightly on the warehouses door frame, any more and it might collapse.
If either of them actually bother looking at him now, they might see that he's changed color and has started to match sky and rubble behind him.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 3, 2008 6:39:36 GMT -5
"Need someone to.." Blackarachnia isn't sure whether Long Range meant that as ironically as it came out or if he was completely oblivious.
Blackarachnia shoots Needlenose a look. It's a, "What can you do about this one?" look, before returning to the scanner's readouts. "Nothing so far."
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 3, 2008 17:09:31 GMT -5
At the same moment Blackarachnia is saying (or mumbling) "Need someone to...", Needlenose, his antennae laid back in bogglement, murmurs softly, "... big, noisy fools?" Then he snaps his antennae straight up and shakes his head vigorously, as though to clear it.
Needlenose catches the look Blackarachnia gives him, then looks up at Long Range, and then his optics narrow. Is that a color-change, camouflage paint? How handy. Still, they can't have Long Range standing outside standing watch, since he's too liable to just honestly answer any questions of anyone who comes along. Sure, he might honestly answer questions if they just send him away, but if he's not just randomly standing outside the warehouse on watch for Needlenose and Blackarachnia, he's a lot less likely to get asked, "Why are you randomly standing outside a warehouse?"
It makes sense to Needlenose. Honest!
"Actually, Long Range, most folks, big, noisy, or otherwise, are still dealing with the aftereffects of last night's festivities. This, of course, means they're a bit more vulnerable than usual, which means it miiiiight be a good idea to try to figure out where they've tucked away for the night, or at least where most of them have tucked away for the night, and keep watch over that section. Wouldn't want anyone to take advantage of our fellows in their moment of weakness, would we?"1
Long Range answered, he turns back to his task on hand. "Hmm. These ports seem pretty basic. It seems that not only do the Mini-Cons provide power, but whatever it is that puts them under the control of the person using them is a function of the Mini-Con, not the larger Transformer using them. There's only basic command lines in place here."
Obviously, they will need to find a Mini-Con to dissect.
1 Especially because that's Needlenose's job, and pretty much what he's doing.
OOC: It's possible to use Needlenose's suggestion of going out to find their allies as a springboard for other threads, if someone so desires.
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Post by Long Range on Aug 4, 2008 12:34:40 GMT -5
So, they don't really trust the big, noisy and more importantly currently friendly artillery former. He's slightly hurt really. His retaliation won't get much further than some passive aggression and telling the wrong people were to find these two, buts frankly because he's too lazy to do much else.
"Hmm, I probably should go have a look at what happened to a few people. If people ask about you I'll be sure to tell them your doing something to a corpse of some sort." He says as he waves his hand and begins to turn about.
If they act fastish, they can probably stop him if they want to.
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OOC: Leaving, but as stated above will stop if someone speaks to him.
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 6, 2008 6:23:51 GMT -5
"Interesting. But are we assuming that it supplies the power rather than serving as a focus point for the power, based on what Demolishor said, or is there some..." Blackarachnia's comments get cut off as Long Range announces his departure.
She turns to Needlenose, her optic ridge raised slightly. As if to say, 'what are we going to do with this guy?'
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 6, 2008 12:48:02 GMT -5
"'Something to a corpse of some sort?'" Needlenose chortles, shaking his head. Then he turns towards Blackarachnia and addresses her. "Now, see, if we were back home and he were to run off telling folks, 'Oh, the Mayhem is doing something to a corpse of some sort,' they'd just assume he was referring to Spinister, anyway." The Targetmaster chuckles faintly at his little 'joke,' then says louder, to Long Range, "Of course, back home they also realized that dragging someone into Mayhem business who doesn't belong there isn't really good or pleasant for the dragee." He shakes his head and looks ceilingward for a moment, sighing, "Some days, I do miss home." A pause. "And then I remember watching my boss consumed by Matrix-induced madness," he adds brightly.
"Oh, and Long Range, if you see Spinister, let him know I'll have the report as soon as I've wrapped up."
Just because Needlenose didn't ask first doesn't mean he was never intending to report, and by mentioning the report to Long Range, he suggests that maybe, just maybe, he was supposed to be here, after all.
"Anyway," he addresses Blackarachnia, "I'm assuming that it supplies the power boost rather than serving as a focus, but it may be that I've gotten too caught up in thinking of them as robotic Powermaster partners. Come to think of it, pretty much everyone from their reality seems to have a higher power level they can access, or, well, unlock in the right circumstances. Maybe those 'key' things Shortround and Cannonball use aren't the power-up they believe them to be, but a way to compensate once they lost the ability to use their Mini-Cons?"
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 9, 2008 22:57:13 GMT -5
Posting because Long Range has either left is has timed out.
Blackarachnia grins a wicked grin. Needlenose is cunning. She likes that.
"Oh, don't get me wrong, you're probably right." Blackarachnia intones. "I'm just not going to simply assume that to be the case."
She puts down the device. "We're going to need to get to one of them to do a comparison between their systems during the mini-con phase and their 'key' phase. And they won't volunteer for it, either."
She pauses as she considers the situation. Then she smiles. "We could ambush one of them if we got them seperated from the group. And you know what? I think I might just be able to convince Shortround to join me for some alone time." The innocent tone she puts in her voice is far from convincing.
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 9, 2008 23:40:58 GMT -5
"Well, it's not like Demolishor volunteers for anything that doesn't involve napping out of sight," Needlenose mutters ruefully. "But, well... hmmm. Unauthorized investigations of a dead body are one thing, Blackarachnia, but unauthorized experiments on a live teammate is... well, okay. Something Decepticons engage in fairly regularly."
"However. I'm a Mayhem. We don't work against good discipline of the unit as a whole. Just not done. So before we go poking and prodding at Shortround, I've got to tell Spinister. It's up to him whether or not he wants to go higher, but I'm afraid he, at least, will need to know."
He shrugs. "Besides, I'd tell him anyway."
The Targetmaster looks back down at the body and shakes his head. "I don't think we're going to get any more from this. Too crushed up, and the Autos have been using it for parts."
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 11, 2008 6:38:32 GMT -5
Mayhems seem to be so loyal.. Blackarachnia doesn't understand the fuss about Loyalty. In her experience, the loyal ones don't get to go anywhere, they just get things dropped on them. She does offer a knowing grin when Needlenose talks about regularly engaging in live experiments.
"All right, then. He's not going to stop us, is he? How long is that going to take?" She starts to close off panels and leave the body as if they were never there.
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 11, 2008 7:17:47 GMT -5
Ah, but what are they loyal to? Besides, where Needlenose is from, the loyal ones get to bully with impunity. And that's fun!
"My, you're eager," Needlenose observes, amused, as he starts to replace the panels. "What makes you think Shortround's even awake yet? Quite a few are still recovering from the party."
"And I'm calling Spinister now, as it so happens."
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 12, 2008 4:58:50 GMT -5
"Hey, it's not every day you get to dissect a foreign extra-dimensional robots who share a similar allegiance to your ancestors." Blackarachnia says, very matter-of-factly.
She tries her best to be patient while Needlenose continues his radio transmission. As that happens, her optics idly gaze around the room, trying to find what Needlenose's two little friends have gotten up to while he's been busy with discoveries.
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 12, 2008 14:46:52 GMT -5
Sunbeam's sitting where he's been this whole time, propped up against a pile of junk as he continues to play the handheld game. At one point he notices Blackarachnia looking in his direction, so he smiles and gives her a wave. When he looks back down at the game, however, he frowns and mutters, "Wipeout. Maaaaan."
Zigzag has apparently gotten bored with his magazines, and isn't currently in view. However, the clatter as a chunk of salvage clatters to the floor followed by muttered swearing in a language Blackarachnia doesn't recognize gives away his location.
"Well, maybe after we spend enough time in this dimension it will be," Needlenose answers Blackaracnia's remark absently, as he's still talking with Spinister. When he's done, he tells her, "He's asked that we do it as a routine maintenance check. With the scale of the recent battle and such, I imagine everyone should be getting routine checks here shortly, and with that many people getting repairs or check-ups, it only makes sense for our Engineering team to accept outside technical aid."
He bounces slightly on the front ends of his feet as he puts the last of the panels in place. "No need to bother Hook with these details until we're turning in an edited report, I'm sure, and of course I'll need an assistant!" Then he looks right up at Blackarachnia. "Of course, Shortround still might need your encouragement. People are amazingly reluctant to see Decepticon doctors sometimes, even when it's really in their best interests."
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Blackarachnia (BW)
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Post by Blackarachnia (BW) on Aug 13, 2008 1:31:31 GMT -5
Blackarachnia rolls her optics at the two organics and their antics and wonders why she bothered. Whatever she might think of Needlenose, he's got a pair of losers for friends.
"Well, if Engineering needs the help, I guess that means I'm obligated to help them, then.." Blackarachnia says with a grin. "It's the least I can do..."
The body of Thrust is now closed up completely, and the scanner is getting packed up.
"...But I'm sure you meant to say partner."
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