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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 29, 2011 22:57:06 GMT -5
"Ahh... that makes sense." Delta replied with a chuckle. "Between you and me, I can understand... I've seen the before picture. Even if you were the nerd.... I don't think the pranksters would have seen it that way, if you know what I mean. They see a bulky mech and they think 'Jock'! .... unless they've seen them bulk up here." He seems amused by the last part. "My section of the labs is probably the most likely to have disturbances. We've been testing organic alternatives to the technological repair mechanisms we retain from the beast wars. Been a long time since I've seen those days. Been a lot better as well."
Something about the bot does seem a bit familiar, especially the beast mode. Striker might remember hearing of another christian predacon chemist back in the days of more oppression.... who was a bit of a nutter and weaponized drug specialist.
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Post by striker on Mar 29, 2011 23:11:43 GMT -5
Striker nodded, "So... you saw action in the Beast Wars?" she asked, curious, trying to get a feel for who this bot might have been 'in the old days' while keeping her own previous identity a secret
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 3, 2011 7:01:30 GMT -5
"Could say that, yeah." Delta responded quietly. "Could say I'm not just an employee, I'm a client. Heh, work with chemicals for too long... start to get a bit loopy in the old days. Get loopy enough, next thing you know... you're making chemical weapons and you don't even realize you've been labeled a war criminal until you've been captured and locked up in Iacon. The whole time you thought you were developing medication was devoted to war." He practically slumps against the wall in remembrance. "Eh...past is past regardless. At least I'm really working on the right things nowadays, right?"
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Post by striker on Apr 3, 2011 16:11:25 GMT -5
Striker moved Delta away from the wall and gave the lizard her seat, mumbling a 'looks like you need it more than me' to him. She sighed, "I hope so. I mean, I've heard things about this place, but this is my first day so..." she motioned to her body, which was facing towards Delta aft-first, "... this was pretty much my wake up call"
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Post by hare on Apr 5, 2011 23:26:01 GMT -5
While Striker and Delta were talking, there was a small knock on the door. There was a small package with a note saying "Welcome to Devacorp, Boss!".
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 7, 2011 22:15:06 GMT -5
Delta couldn't help but chuckle. "Indeed. It's a fair trade though, at the very least it will distract the interns. Those who take after that kind of thing, I mean." He can't help but smile at that... though he's surprisingly not staring as well for a male. "It wasn't too uncomfortable of a change... was it?" He asks, before blinking and glancing to the door. "Oh dear... you have admirers already."
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Post by striker on Apr 7, 2011 22:39:54 GMT -5
Striker blushed... BRIGHTLY... because she was embarrassed as she remembered the feelings... and that embarrassed her MORE and made her blush BRIGHTER
"I -well- that is... oh! a package!!" Striker grabbed it, "... I better scan it first so it doesn't blow up in my face"
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Post by hare on Apr 13, 2011 23:10:50 GMT -5
Cooper explained "Good idea. Those interns are capable of anything." When Striker opened the package, there was nothing but a innocent looking, delicious looking French-styled Cheesecake with technorganic black cherries and energon topping. a note saying "Welcome to Devacorp, Boss." Than the cheesecake literally exploded in Striker's face. A intern ran into the office, laughing loudly and grabbing his crotchplate. The intern laughed and shouted "WELCOME TO THE ASYLUM, BEYOTCH! HAW!" After that, he ran out the office.
"Looks like the Interns decided to break you in a little now. Wear some body armor." Cooper said while trying to remember where she kept the shotgun at.
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Post by striker on Apr 14, 2011 1:02:32 GMT -5
Oh that poor intern.
First, Striker had saved herself from being covered by the cheesecake using the pad she as carrying.
Two, she had vaulted over the desk and, in three great strides had tackled the intern as he ran out of her office, a knee planted in the middle of his back.
Striker grinned as she pressed her full dinosaur weight into the intern, hissing into his ear, "Who's the Beyotch NOW, newbie!?"
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 14, 2011 18:55:24 GMT -5
Delta stared on in shock at both sudden movements, considering the moment.... before giving Strike a slow and consistant golf clap. It only seemed respectful considering the situation on hand. "Well put Striker.... well put." He comments lightly, walking over to the two carefully as he steps over the mess left by the cake. "There's a second somewhere out here.... there's always a backup plan."
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Post by striker on Apr 14, 2011 18:57:11 GMT -5
Striker frowned, "-- And Ruining a perfectly good cheesecake too!" she ground her knee into the intern's back.
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Post by hare on Apr 14, 2011 20:53:34 GMT -5
The hapless intern whines in agony and beating the ground in defeat. The intern cried "Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Oooooowwwww!" Cooper whistled at that magificant display of speed. She's surprised a girl like her is light on her feet. "Colored me impressed, Strike. Colored me impressed. That's so good footwork there." Cooper eyes the crying intern having his back ground into fine powder. "Serves you right, ya little bastard." The interim Security Chief than turns back to Striker. "Yeah. Those guys are highly persistant. Took me a couple of days to break them in."
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Post by striker on Apr 14, 2011 20:59:01 GMT -5
Striker grinned, "Ah, good. If you already started the training, I can finish it no problem"
She got off the intern, hoisting the shmuck up to his feet and slammed him into wall, keeping him there via her foot, stretching out the leg and showing off her fine form to those interested in looking, "I think, newbie, the word you're looking for is -Uncle-... but please do go on." she turned back to Cooper, grinning, "Thanks! I'm rather proud I can still move like that after all this time. I gotta admit, being reformatted with those enhancers really made me feel rejuvenated."
She blinked, "You know... I think I wanna go to the commissary for some cheesecake."
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 20, 2011 23:57:33 GMT -5
Delta seems to hmm on this, taking out a scanner from his leg's side storage compartment as he starts to scan Striker. "There's a couple of reasons for that.. Genderbending would have reconfigured for more energy on top of the obvious small amounts of lost mass. Most nannites convert them to usable energy." The device beeps after a few minutes before he can't help but chuckle.
"Hrm. According to this.... Deva added a few other additives to the formula. Some revitalization enhancers.... I don't recognize some of these figures I'm seeing." He blinks for a moment in deep thought. "There may be other things you find down the line that are different besides the obvious implications."
He blinks, realizing he's gone into techno-babble. "I'm sorry Striker. You're in luck though, I believe Cheesecake is on the menu in the commisary today. Must be where they got this one."
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Post by striker on Apr 21, 2011 0:24:48 GMT -5
Striker grinned, still keeping the intern aloft with her boot, "Excellent! I wonder if they have chocolate syrup to go over it!!"
She didn't even seem all that bothered by what Delta told him about some of the unknown numbers concerning the enhancers.
Oddly... she was starting to feel her place at Deva. Reminded her of her old boot camp days, almost.
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I finally have Inertnet back!
