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Post by Frenzy on Jul 9, 2011 19:09:04 GMT -5
Day 1. Open thread.
Frenzy stopped paying attention to how the other Decepticons were settling in after the moon-landing three hours ago. That was when he figured out the human internet extended as far as the moon in this 'verse.
Three hours later, he not only has access to it, anyone human would a) have to be looking for him to find his tracks across the net, and b) need to be really skilled and really lucky. Secondary consoles stream human news constantly in several different languages - Arabic, Russian, Mandarin, English, Spanish, and Hindi. There's unrest in the Middle East, unrest in Africa, the Japanese have won the World Cup, a recent death in the lunar colony may be less accidental than it originally appeared, Blackrock Industries is sponsoring some sort of international summit on clean power, the current X-Prize for efforts to reach Mars is still up for grabs.
Frenzy hunches over a console, muttering to himself. "Witwicky, Witwicky, fraggit, why the slag are there so many?"
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 9, 2011 20:06:11 GMT -5
Tarantulas stalks into the room, a portable scanner held in his hand. His entrance is proceeded by a couple scuttling arachnoid drones, and more follow in his wake, each clutching a tool, or a piece of equipment, or an odd bit of wiring. A dozen of them are lugging around a box of spare parts.
The spider spares a brief glance for the viewscreens before passing his scanner around the room and kneeling in front of a section of wall, retrieving a tool from one of his drones and prying a panel off to reveal a mess of wires, pipes, and all the other things you find behind starship walls. "This is the leak, alright. No wonder, who did this? It's a mess!" he gripes to himself.
"Scanning for targets?" he asks over his shoulder as he begins work on Ship's exposed innards.
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Post by Frenzy on Jul 9, 2011 20:30:17 GMT -5
The spines at the end of Frenzy's eyestalks click together, then one eyestalk twitches to follow Tarantulas's progress across the room. "Targets for what? This slagged planet has too many, gotta take your pick. Energy? Tech? Bikini girls with mind-reading cat ears?"
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 9, 2011 20:40:21 GMT -5
"Targets for who we're going to kill first, of course," Tarantulas replies, ripping out some cable and sending a couple drones crawling into the wall with replacement sections. The sound of welding can be heard from within the wall as he turns around to look at the screens again.
"You're looking for Witwickys. I assumed you were planning to nip them in the bud. Am I mistaken?" he asks. "Any chance we could get language packs uploaded for any of these?" he asks, tapping the screen with the Hindi on it.
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Post by Frenzy on Jul 9, 2011 20:52:04 GMT -5
Frenzy chatters in machine-code briefly - something to the effect of how much getting ganked here disrupted things. "Wit-wick-y, the low-density little pissant, knew where the Allspark was. Probably no slagging Allspark 'cause we got rusty pieces of Cybertron in the slagging hold! But gotta check."
His hands still on the console, and he twists around to look fully at Tarantulas. Maybe he's grinning. Then he holds up a hand, data-spike partially extended. "Want an upload?"
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 9, 2011 20:59:48 GMT -5
"Open my systems to you? Do I look stupid?" Tarantulas has not interacted enough with Frenzy to know not to give him openings like this for his insults. "If you go searching for every artifact we've lost on this mudball across various realities, you'll be staring at those screens until you rust," he opines, turning back to his work and consulting his scanner. "Emissions down twenty-three percent. Still unacceptable."
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Post by Frenzy on Jul 9, 2011 22:03:24 GMT -5
"You look like a glitched-out, fuse blowing, bootlegged piece of gear-grinding rust with underclocked processors that needs a calculator to add and subtract." Frenzy's almost friendly about saying it. "And your paint's ugly."
He twists half-back to the console, data-spike sliding back into his palm. "Look, I ain't opening my data to this slagsucking, cross-compiling drone-ship. Maybe someone else is low-clockspeed enough to upload the leaking things, maybe you can kludge together something yourself."
A brief pause as he culls out more Witwickies. "Don't care 'bout other realities. They can look their own stupid selves."
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 11, 2011 16:58:53 GMT -5
"At least you're more creative than Rattrap," is Tarantulas's only response to Frenzy's litany of curses. "Seeing as you're more or less our only specialist in this sort of thing, command is probably going to order you to search the networks for signs of other artifacts. You may as well anticipate them and mine the data ahead of time so you don't have to do it later," he suggests.
This totally has nothing to do with the fact that Tarantulas could easily take the data, find all the McGuffins for himself, and dump Frenzy's body in a moon-ditch. Totally.
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Post by Frenzy on Jul 11, 2011 17:24:48 GMT -5
Frenzy blinks all four of his optics in rotation. Then, "Naaaaaaaah."
If Command wants him to go look for other artifacts, Command can order him to go look for other artifacts. Otherwise, fuhgeddaboutit. Frenzy didn't get to be in the position he was in by looking for other people's dross for free.
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 11, 2011 18:33:25 GMT -5
Tarantulas shrugs, his spider-leg kibble going up and down, then turns back to the hole in the wall, which several more drones have disappeared into in the meantime. He unscrews a few more panels, enlarging the hole so he can crawl in himself.
The spider runs one golden crawl along a weld, then passes his scanner over it, grumbling. "If we keep leaking radiation like this, we're going to be spotted by any human that points an instrument in our direction."
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Post by Frenzy on Jul 12, 2011 19:39:53 GMT -5
Frenzy pauses as Tarantulas starts talking about radiation. Then he twists around to look at the spider, head turning nearly upside down. Tarantulas is doing ship-repairs instead of just randomly wandering around with his light-bugs and sticking them in walls for the heck of it. Or maybe he is sticking them in walls for the heck of it and just providing technobabble to cover things.
Hook is gone. Shockwave is gone. That leaves... Skyfire, Blackarachnia, Oil Slick, Tarantulas, and maaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe Needlenose for repairs. Oh, and the crazy kid.
Frenzy is never getting damaged again.
Rapidly, Frenzy asks, "Ship leaking radiation, pretty sure the limeys didn't want that. So why is Ship doing that? Smart ships don't do what limeys don't want."
And yes, he actually says Ship in its original language (English) rather than the viewer-friendly translated Cybertronian he otherwise uses.
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 15, 2011 11:18:32 GMT -5
Yes, Tarantulas is actually doing work. Be amazed, Frenzy.
The spider waves a hand dismissively. "It's not leaking dangerous levels, and it's just energon emissions, not gamma rays or alpha particles or something like that. Still, it's enough that we could get spotted. And Ship is doing it because machines wear down over time if they aren't maintained properly," he gripes. It must have been someone else who was too busy experimenting on helpless small animals to attend to regular maintenance duties that caused this problem.
In truth, Ship is barely emitting any radiation at all. If there's one thing Transformers know how to do, it's be stealthy. But Tarantulas is paranoid and he won't be satisfied until a human could come within ten feet of Ship and never know it was there until he tripped over it.
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Post by Frenzy on Jul 16, 2011 16:17:59 GMT -5
Frenzy snickers. "Press-gang some jets."
That's what they're there for, isn't it?
He jerks over to look at one of his secondary monitors suddenly. A perky Japanese news anchor is talking about the loss of a satellite probe around Io but not before it beamed back some interesting information about the sulphur volcanoes and some fascinating energy readings from Ganymede! Japan, as part of its ongoing space-program, will be preparing to launch a new set of satellites from the dark side of the moon in a few weeks!
"Hurry, hurry," Frenzy mutters.
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Post by Tarantulas on Jul 18, 2011 19:12:02 GMT -5
Jetformers must be good for something. Not only are they inefficient fuel-guzzling giants, they're inefficient fuel-guzzling giants with fuel-guzzling jet engines. "As soon as I feel I've lived long enough, I'll let incompetent Seekers handle this equipment," the Predacon scoffs.
Frenzy's movement catches the corner of Tarantulas's eye, and he turns to see what the little imp is looking at. Fortunately, the TV news is accompanied by animated graphics which are pretty easy to interpret even for those not fluent in Japanese. "It seems we won't need to build our own probes to scout the other planets in the system after all. We can co-opt the humans'."
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Post by Frenzy on Jul 20, 2011 18:58:45 GMT -5
"What, they too stupid for 'weld a straight line' or 'check the voltage on these wires'?" Frenzy doesn't even pause before he sniggers. "'Course they are."
He settles down almost immediately, one set of fingers tapping against the Japanese news feed even as it goes on about their women's world cup win. Second time ever! So exciting!
Sooner or later, he and Barricade are going down to Earth. They have interests there. The Decepticons do, too.
Among other things, Frenzy needs fragging internet access without going through the slagging AI!
And a big fuzzy collar with a bell for Ravage.
"Needa do both."
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