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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 29, 2012 19:23:32 GMT -5
Month 6, Week 3, Day 6, semi-private
Sable still has a job to do: driving vaguely ominous cargo for PrimaTech, which, she is aware, is a rival of K-Tech, which is run by... Shockwave. There is a conflict of interest there, Sable is aware.
There is a second conflict of interests in the fact that Sable is pretty tempted to just break into a K-Tech office building, level it, and demand that Victoria show herself, or the destruction will continue until her demands are met. She's not unreasonable. All she wants is Victoria's head.
That's why she is hesitant about even radioing back to base. It's not like she has many allies there and not for lack of trying. Sable has Tasha here. The only one really worth digging up is Onslaught, and Onslaught belongs to Tasha more than he does to Sable, anyway. She could just go her own way along this long and dusty highway.
Sable sighs and asks her passenger, "You have that radio done yet?"
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Tasha Walker
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 29, 2012 19:35:44 GMT -5
Sable would have to do something very drastic for Tasha to go her own way. The presence of the teal-haired woman calms Tasha somehow. She's had no medicines since they destroyed that place, and yet she feels more... integrated, for lack of a better term. Oh, Nightshade does come out to play, and often, but she and Tasha are on better terms with each other now.
"Nearly," Tasha answers, not looking up from the electronics spread across her lap. She finishes soldering a few wires, closes up the casing, and then jacks the CB radio into that.
"Should be good for a test. Who ya gonna call?"
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 29, 2012 19:51:13 GMT -5
(No, Sable meant going her own way with Tasha and maybe Onslaught and forgetting the rest of the Decepticons. This is probably the premise of a harem anime.)
Sable keeps her eyes on the road but replies, "Onslaught. Try [numbers]. He's a Decepticon. One of those alien space robots on the news. You've worked with him before, but I don't expect you to remember it very well - that so-called asylum did a number on you." Her voice is perhaps a growl there. "I'm not going to push you to remember things. I don't want to do any more damage than has been done. But I may as well warn you when people might remember you, even if you won't remember them."
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 29, 2012 20:52:41 GMT -5
Tasha's brow furrows at the mention of Decepticons. Her first emotion is one of fear. Her second, right on the heels of the first, is relief. The knot in her mind twists and shakes a bit, a few threads untangle.
"Onslaught," she murmurs, smirking slightly. Nightshade reaches over and punches in the numbers given, humming happily to herself. "Such a naughty one."
Tasha's lips purse in a frown. "No answer." She looks over at Sable and asks, "Anyone else?"
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 29, 2012 21:02:35 GMT -5
Sable wonders if Nightshade means that Scourge is naughty for calling Onslaught or if Onslaught is naughty or both.
"Hmm. He might be defragmenting. We'll try again later. Anyone else..." Scourge has to stop and think. "I had you, and you had Onslaught." Not in that way, thanks. "But gathering personal support was somewhat... problematic. The Decepticons have a pair of watchdogs who will execute any leader they feel insufficient to the cause, and as I am, they might well try to kill me... or I could try to convince them that Victoria is the one who needs killing instead. It would be a risk."
"I could try Rook, but he's a... diplomat," which is a polite word for spy. "I wouldn't trust him, either."
She is not aware that she should, instead, be trying to call Misfire and Fleetwind to assemble her own Quirky Miniboss Squad.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 29, 2012 22:13:06 GMT -5
Tasha turns in the seat so she can look more fully at Sable. One leg is drawn up to her chest, and her chin is propped on her knee.
"Try the Raven," she says.
"You need a spy."
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 30, 2012 11:42:45 GMT -5
"I need a spy who works for me," Sable corrects. "If I call Rook, within minutes, he will know where I am. Within the hour, he will know more about either of us than we do. If he's decided to throw in with Victoria or... other... factions, it would be a very simple matter for him to use facial recognition to match you back to PILTI, tip off state troopers, and pull strings so that the National Guard is rolling tanks after us."
"Which would be good exercise, but being able to show my face in public is useful for now."
"Those two watchdogs... it may take them a little longer to round up the facts, but they're also more likely to deal with me... personally."
"But they're all about equally likely to tip off Victoria, even f they're not throwing in with her, I think. I'm not sure I want to tip her off. She has resources enough on her own. Why give her more?"
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 30, 2012 22:17:28 GMT -5
Tasha frowns.
"You trust me." At least that is what it sounds like. This is confusing to her, because she knows she is crazy. She doesn't trust herself.
She picks at the healing wound on her leg. At some point, those stitches need to come out. Eventually she looks up again.
"One doesn't lead by never taking chances." A very Blackarachnia thing to say, and it almost sounds like the spider, too. "If you think they won't follow you, then what's the point of staying with them?"
Tasha doesn't remember that the Mayhems hunt down and kill deserters.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 30, 2012 22:25:03 GMT -5
It would be a lie to say that Sable trusts Tasha. She would very much like to trust Tasha - she would like to trust Nightshade even more, to the point that it is almost a blind animal need. However, it was always her rage that she could not master, not her lust. Sable cannot afford to trust anyone, especially not Tasha and not Nightshade.
She thinks that Tasha and Nightshade will be relatively predictable, though - stay with her as long as it looks like she will survive and then bail if circumstances change - and predictable is good enough for her for now.
Sable says firmly, "They'll follow me if I kill Victoria. If I don't kill her, I may as well die - I'll never lead them again."
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Tasha Walker
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She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 30, 2012 23:05:06 GMT -5
"Why?" Tasha blinks and continues, "Several Decepticon leaders through the years have been deposed or lost and then returned to lead. Megatron did."
She blinks again.
"Who is Megatron, and why do I know that?" Tasha asks, completely serious in the question. Sable promised that she would not push Tasha to remember, and Tasha's awareness of her true self flits away as quickly as it comes. Hopefully Sable will not grow too weary with repeating herself and her explanations.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 30, 2012 23:48:57 GMT -5
"You know Megatron because you used to work for a Megatron. A different Megatron fathered me. They are quite common," Sable explains. Patience does not come easy to her, but she forces it now, and force does come easily.
If Sable is careful enough here... Tasha and Nightshade just might become hers. Then she could trust them. Sable doesn't need that, but it would be nice, to have someone.
"Anyway. Megatron always got it back by either killing whoever ousted him or demonstrating that he had control. Sometimes both. He never waited long as a placid follower. The other problem is that... Victoria tinkered with my mind." She grips the wheel tighter and has to restrain herself from breaking it - there is a little crack even now. "If I don't take her out while I can, I might... never want to again."
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 31, 2012 0:10:51 GMT -5
The two are closer to being Sable's than the other woman realizes.
Sable didn't leave them behind.
As Sable talks of what leadership and Victoria, Tasha's expression takes on a slightly... jealous cast. The way Sable talks about this... other woman bother her. Yes, the words are always shaded with anger, but still. The comment Sable makes about her mind, however, turns the jealous expression to one of horror and remembrance
Tasha retreats, runs from the memories of what was done to her, letting the stronger, less fearful Nightshade take over fully. Until Tasha is ready to come back, Sable better not want anymore techy stuff done.
Nightshade stretches her long, fishnet-covered legs, the motion hiking her suddenly shorter skirt even higher. She flashes her razor nails, clicks them together.
"For that, she should die," Nightshade agrees.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 31, 2012 0:28:12 GMT -5
It's not the fishnets or the short shirt - it's the razor nails that get Sable and tear at her heart until it beats faster. She takes a deep breath and mutters, to herself, as a reminder. "I'm driving.."
Then she admits, "Most of all, I hate being thrust into this situation. I wish that I had more time to learn, to gain experience, and to build support."
There is a part of her that doesn't want to kill Victoria, and if Sable can't purge that part, Sable is the one who will end up dead, she is sure, either dead in fact or dead to the world - nothing but a loyal minion.
"I should have been given more of a reason to betray her than mere circumstance."
The tinkering with her head wasn't enough? No. It wasn't. That could be forgiven.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Jan 31, 2012 0:48:17 GMT -5
Nightshade chuckles lowly as Sable mutters. "You could pull over," the razor girl purrs, flexing her razors again, "We could play."
Sable probably won't though, and Nightshade knows it. Teasing the teal-haired woman is such fun, however. It amuses Nightshade that her ability to harm is more attractive to her lover than her body. Maybe there is something to this giant robot business Sable talks about so often.
"Pretend. Play the repentant prodigal, quietly form your alliances, set your traps. Her greatest fault is her dependance on logic. Learn, and then strike." Nightshade remembers doing this, not as a spider, but as a human. Guards and doctors, they can be so easily twisted.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jan 31, 2012 10:57:03 GMT -5
Sable does pull onto an off-ramp, but she was going to do that anyway. She reminds, "Just let me get this delivery done. Just let me get it signed for. I have a break after that before I have to do another pick-up. Then we can go find a... bathroom."
Not the most romantic thing in the world, but the idea is slightly more rational than 'the shoulder of the road, right now, and I don't care if anyone sees'.
"I'm just concerned that if I play the prodigal long enough, it will become true."
Oh look, there's the warehouse coming up now.
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