Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on May 9, 2012 10:34:25 GMT -5
Month 8, Week 1, Day 4, unclear if it is the North or the South Pole, open
While the holo room can handle much of running Ship, the Decepticons are still sorely understaffed. Lyzack is away from her duties as Victoria's aide de camp to patrol the icy wastes around their secret base. While Lionessbreast remains with Cecil, Lyzack is again kitted out in her white and cyan, which she repaints herself in whenever she gets a chance, and then she returns to her ugly Earth grey drab whenever she returns to Victoria. Lyzack is going through an abominable amount of paint, but who is there left to care?
Swindle is gone. Their medics are gone.
They are a ghost people, malignant spirits roaming the Earth. A few days ago, Lyzack brought down an avalanche on a group of hikers, simply because she could. Perhaps if Lyzack patrols this area long enough, it will become considered cursed by the foolish little humans, a place where malevolent energy dwells and devours the unwary whole.
She watches the rescue team now from behind a high ridge. They think that perhaps the hikers may have survived, trapped in a large air bubble, drinking melted snow for fluids. Lyzack watches with four red eyes, and she hates. Her fingers and wings twitch, the ice clinging to her frame making her itch, and she considers bringing the mountain down on the rescuers, too.
Lyzack thinks she likes the taste of tragedy.
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Post by Crankcase on Jun 11, 2012 0:06:49 GMT -5
One of the trucks in the rescue convoy broke off from the group some time after they went in on foot, when nobody was really paying attention. It's headed in Lyzack's general direction, actually, taking a long, roundabout path to obscure its intentions from any casual observers. From her vantage point, she might spot the big vehicle trundling along between icy ridges.
//CRANKCASE. ON APPROACH,// he transmits to identify himself.
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Jun 13, 2012 14:05:48 GMT -5
The transmission startles Lyzack, and she rears, wings flicking, casting up a small snow flurry around herself. If this was a combat situation and enemies were looking for her, they would easily see her now, and she would be dead shortly.
The rescuers have different priorities and are intent on saving those trapped hikers. They do not see the white and aqua robot haloed by snow.
Lyzack hunkers herself back down and looks around nervously. Crankcase has surely been sent to punish her for wasting her free time so frivolously. He will throw her down on the snow and draw forth a spear and put the tip to her throat...
..and she could just fly away. Crankcase cannot fly. This thought dawns on Lyzack. Of course, if she runs, someone else will find her, and her punishment will just be worse.
Still, for a moment, Lyzack thought of doing something.
Just a moment.
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Post by Crankcase on Jun 15, 2012 14:26:45 GMT -5
Crankcase would be so very confused were he privy to Lyzack's thoughts. He isn't, which will thankfully avoid any awkward attempts at avoiding the subject. She knows he's coming and hopefully won't be shooting, which would be his sole motivation for drawing a weapon on her.
Only once he's suitably under cover and close enough to Lyzack does he transform, and though his colours have changed with his alternate mode, he still looks the same. There isn't even much rearrangement of the identifiable vehicle parts on his frame.
"Reporting," he tells her, tucking his shoulders in against the wind. "Need refuel, too."
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Jun 18, 2012 22:55:58 GMT -5
So, Crankcase just asked Lyzack to get him a sandwich?
Wait.
She can do that! Fear rolls out of her in a flick of her wings, and she says, softly as ever, "Yes, of course. The base is just this way."
Lyzack will lead him there if he will follow, thought it will be a bit awkward, because she actually tries to walk behind him.
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Post by Crankcase on Jun 23, 2012 13:40:28 GMT -5
Is she…? Crankcase cycles all eight optics in a confused blink. He expects to follow Lyzack, yet Lyzack is trying to follow him. Single file is a sound tactical choice, of course, to better disguise their tracks, but she has an odd manner of leading others. He stops and waits on her, gesturing for her to go ahead of him.
She looks strange without that little cat companion, he decides, and she acts oddly. She seemed frightened when he first arrived, for reasons he doesn't – and doesn't want to – understand. Now, however, she seems more assured. In the space of a few seconds. Crankcase abandons that line of thought. Too exhausting to contemplate. Her reasons are her own and he'll leave it that way.
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Jun 25, 2012 18:01:08 GMT -5
Lyzack is momentarily baffled by Crankcase gesturing for her to go ahead of him.
Then her demeanour changes again.
She takes the lead without a word of explanation, her stride slightly longer than her usual 'mincing', her wings tilted ever so slightly up, her gaze not quite straight ahead but not pointed directly at the ground, either. When Crankcase has made his desire to submit so manifestly obvious, it would be weakness not to show some assertiveness on her part, though not too much. Lyzack is not her brother, after all, and she must remains aware of how easily Crankcase could kill her if he is offended.
Lyzack reaches the door, key codes it open, and enters first, though she holds it open for Crankcase.
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Post by Crankcase on Jul 3, 2012 17:24:32 GMT -5
Though he notes the way her manner changes, Crankcase continues dutifully avoiding commentary on it and decides it's just how Lyzack is, and is therefore none of his business. She pauses to let him pass and he continues indoors, where at least he's out of the wind. He stops several metres in to shake off the ice and snow clinging to him; he very nearly drops to all fours in the process.
"Officer on duty?" he asks, a few last, tenacious chunks of compacted snow sliding down his shoulder spines. He doesn't keep track of the rotations.
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Jul 14, 2012 12:51:20 GMT -5
Lyzack considers Crankcase's method of removing snow to be undignified, and perhaps he gaze is just the very tiniest bit disapproving. She reports neutrally, "There is none. No maintenance crew, either. This base should have lasted a few centuries, by its design if properly maintained, before the ice shifted, but now, it will likely last no more than a few decades."
Neither number is very long, compared to how old Lyzack is, at a half a million, and yet, she is quite young by most standards of their people. She finds herself just slightly vexed that her work helping Hellbender with the tunnels will be for nothing, but what can she do about it? They don't have the manpower.
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Post by Crankcase on Jul 19, 2012 17:18:20 GMT -5
No duty officer present. Crankcase stares unblinkingly at Lyzack for a few seconds, waiting to see if she suggests another option. When none appears forthcoming, he draws himself to attention.
"Then report goes to you," he says. Lyzack is present and since there are no officers available, that makes her a fine acting officer on duty. She is, of course, free to correct Crankcase if he's wrong. He watches her, waiting for the nay or the go-ahead.
OOC: Posing of Lyzack not talking with player's permission.
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Lyzack
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Babysitting tiny evil dinosaurs since 1990.
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Post by Lyzack on Aug 12, 2012 19:50:40 GMT -5
Lyzack does fetch some energon for Crankcase. She pours a little of several different energons into a shallow tray with four divisions. Then she presents it to Crankcase formally. Once he takes it, she'll sit down on the floor in a neat kneel. She looks up at Crankcase and nods. Go on.
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Post by Crankcase on Aug 15, 2012 14:58:22 GMT -5
Something about the odd formality in Lyzack's approach throws Crankcase just a little. It seems almost ritualistic. He simply stares without speaking for a few seconds, shifting his weight awkwardly, dreads scraping and sliding over his shoulders. Finally, still almost painfully awkward, he eases into a kneeling position as well, tray carefully balanced in his hands. He isn't used to standing above officers.
He finishes the overview of his activity the last weeks before touching the energon, and then, only to manoeuvre the tray so he can sip between more detailed accounts of specific events, such as the humans he most suspects of being their own.
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Aug 24, 2012 20:50:03 GMT -5
Lyzack watches Crankcase kneel. Her... movements really have no meaning to him, do they? He's from a whole different world.
He does not need to be placated because he does not know she is weak.
And she doesn't have to tell him that she's weak.
The very slightest hint of a smirk ghosts over her face, making her features resemble someone else entirely, if only for a moment. Lyzack takes notes on his reports and starts sifting out what she will tell Starscream, what she will tell Slugslinger, and what she will tell Shockwave.
She even asks a few polite questions when he seems done.
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Post by Crankcase on Aug 26, 2012 17:46:50 GMT -5
Crankcase is a perceptive sort. His work is about details much of the time. He gets a brief glimpse of that moment when superiority flits across Lyzack's face. Of course, he simply files it away as yet another personality quirk to keep in mind without investing much time in it, because he's long used to other Decepticons feeling well above the Dreads. He's long past feeling bothered by it.
//MAY BE MOST EFFICIENT// he says, //TO ATTACK THE SET. SEVERAL POSSIBLE TARGETS.// Lurking around Detroit actually gives him almost too many potentials to track. He's surprised so many cluster in that one location. He stares evenly at Lyzack, his head tilted slightly downward and to his right, shoulders angled toward her. It could be read as the slightest of bows on his part. She's the one with the power to approve or deny his suggestion.
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Sept 4, 2012 12:09:16 GMT -5
It takes Lyzack a long time to realise that Crankcase is looking to her for direction.
No one ever looks to her for direction.
Her wings, usually folded down, inch up ever so slightly, and just the slightest of harsher casts flits over her features, bringing out the faintest ghosts of a jawline and cheek ridges - usually her face is smooth, almost formless, callow with youth and unscarred by war and regret.
Lyzack says, circumspectly, "It would be well for the movie set to be attacked. The humanised Transformers are abominations worthy of death."
Deathsaurus's interest in human children was just plain creepy, though Lyzack would never say so, and the sooner they wipe out all the humans, the sooner there will be no more human children, and then she won't have to deal with Deathsaurus being creepy over human children.
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