Post by smokedtoast on Aug 22, 2007 17:09:48 GMT -5
Just a little thing I threw together, hope it doesn't suck. x-x
"So what do you think of them so far?" the young hacker asks, glancing back towards the others. C-Cord stays sitting at the console she had started working at once Nachos had left with Whiteout, feeling out of place otherwise. Her place had always been behind computers as she had, even in her previous form before capture... managing to get her, his at the time, hands into all sorts of secret files and folders. Of course, that was what had led to her current situation as she had found files on Barrack-17 in her free time. This led to further finds, including information on the facility she had been saved from... She couldn't help but panic back then, abandoning her former identity and life through the use of enhancers. Even then it wasn't any good as the facility had managed to track her down. Regardless, that information came in handy when Nachos took over the station, allowing her to at least help capture some of the thugs.
"...They've got their hearts in the right place at least..." Corpsepaint responds, glancing back towards Backbeat and the other original members of the CRF. He can't help but think things could have been done better, but after the things he did to survive and protect that girl... he can understand how things could get out of hand. It still felt awkward to be outside of the detention center for the young guard, as he had literally grew up in that environment. The son of two former prisoners, his mother died while giving birth to him, and his father died during a escape attempt early in his son's life. Not sure what to do with the child, the facility ended up sending the next couple of years training him to be a guard. Knowing what happened to his own father, Corpsepaint reluctantly but effectively went about his work, becoming one of the more deadly hand to hand combatants of the facility. He adds after a few moments of thought. "But do they want us?"
"Of course mine amigo, why else do you think they'd let us crash here? It's not like we really have anywhere else to go... besides, it might be a bit of fun to work on the opposite side for once, wouldn't you agree?" Thrashbeat responds, grinning to himself and taking a drink from the energon lager he managed to score from elsewhere in the base. Normally he'd be the last person to agree with helping these kinds of people, but since getting hit with those darts he's come to realize he put too much emphasis in his life on doing what those around him want to do. It almost felt like being an old man to remember how he once had been, a guntoting musclebound maniac... though he hadn't always been that way. If anything, the enhancer just returned him to the days before life hardened him rather then causing any real 'hippy' traits to come out. "I mean, come on... we all hated the hell out of that place on some level. Just most of us found stupid slagging ways to deal with it. Myself included... slagging place should have been destroyed megacycles ago."
Soundtrack nodded quickly in response to this, energon stick in hand. "Indeed, the conditions were just horrible, even when compared to the detention camps of the past for Decepticons. I'd a bit of a mind to write a thrashing article if I knew anyone who would publish it." He pauses for a moment, thoughtful... He almost had the fuckers in the past. There was video proof, witnesses... then in the midst of processing he and his cameraman was taken away. He grimaced to himself as he thought of the fate of his friend, what those bastards let him be used for. Feeling unsettled, he puts out the cigarette on the counter and looks over to the others. "The thing about this is, as much as we want to believe it, talking about it isn't going to do anything. It's how they got to us the first time. We need to catch these slagging monsters in the act, then present the findings to the woman in charge, Cheetara. Anyone agree on this?"
C-Cord thinks about this for a moment, hesitant. "How do we know that she isn't already compromised? I mean... she was turned into a girl during this crisis, all those council members were found unsuitable for council duty despite the fact they weren't corrupt. It all smells like a big load." She replies, glancing towards the others. She didn't want to crush anyone's hopes, but she couldn't help but be honest about it.
Corpsepaint responds. "Because despite whatever they did to him... her... she's still in charge of the council and they haven't made their move yet. If they had control of our people's leader, they would have swooped down like a monsterous wave. Something else is going on..." He pauses for a moment, before replying. "Whatever's going on, they want something else from Cheets. I don't know enough about the man to say exactly what, but there's got to be something else going on. And the only way we're going to find out safely is together, as a group... this Whiteout had the right idea and I think we should follow it."
Thrashbeat nodded in agreement. "Strength in numbers. Plus we get to fight the Man!" He responds cheerfully, knowing the corniness in what he says. At this point, he doesn't care... it's an accurate statement as anything anyone else has said after all. "Plus we get to work in this cool secret headquarters... we get to help out a band... we're living the terren dream here. Superheroes and sidekicks and all, you know." He adds with a smirk before leaning back against the box behind him, grabbing a nearby guitar and strumming on it lightly. The others just stare at him for a few moments before he glances up and shrugs. "Excuse me for being happy, it's not like we got thrown into Barrack 17... there's a lot to be happy about around here, friendly people, lovely ladies... what's to complain about?"
Soundtrack thinks about this for a moment before nodding. "He's got a point... what's left to worry about is the same kind of stuff that we would have to if we left the group. So why worry about the consequences of staying? Pretty deep word of advice for such a simple statement my friend." He responds with a chuckle and a smirk. "Let's just play it by ear people."
"So what do you think of them so far?" the young hacker asks, glancing back towards the others. C-Cord stays sitting at the console she had started working at once Nachos had left with Whiteout, feeling out of place otherwise. Her place had always been behind computers as she had, even in her previous form before capture... managing to get her, his at the time, hands into all sorts of secret files and folders. Of course, that was what had led to her current situation as she had found files on Barrack-17 in her free time. This led to further finds, including information on the facility she had been saved from... She couldn't help but panic back then, abandoning her former identity and life through the use of enhancers. Even then it wasn't any good as the facility had managed to track her down. Regardless, that information came in handy when Nachos took over the station, allowing her to at least help capture some of the thugs.
"...They've got their hearts in the right place at least..." Corpsepaint responds, glancing back towards Backbeat and the other original members of the CRF. He can't help but think things could have been done better, but after the things he did to survive and protect that girl... he can understand how things could get out of hand. It still felt awkward to be outside of the detention center for the young guard, as he had literally grew up in that environment. The son of two former prisoners, his mother died while giving birth to him, and his father died during a escape attempt early in his son's life. Not sure what to do with the child, the facility ended up sending the next couple of years training him to be a guard. Knowing what happened to his own father, Corpsepaint reluctantly but effectively went about his work, becoming one of the more deadly hand to hand combatants of the facility. He adds after a few moments of thought. "But do they want us?"
"Of course mine amigo, why else do you think they'd let us crash here? It's not like we really have anywhere else to go... besides, it might be a bit of fun to work on the opposite side for once, wouldn't you agree?" Thrashbeat responds, grinning to himself and taking a drink from the energon lager he managed to score from elsewhere in the base. Normally he'd be the last person to agree with helping these kinds of people, but since getting hit with those darts he's come to realize he put too much emphasis in his life on doing what those around him want to do. It almost felt like being an old man to remember how he once had been, a guntoting musclebound maniac... though he hadn't always been that way. If anything, the enhancer just returned him to the days before life hardened him rather then causing any real 'hippy' traits to come out. "I mean, come on... we all hated the hell out of that place on some level. Just most of us found stupid slagging ways to deal with it. Myself included... slagging place should have been destroyed megacycles ago."
Soundtrack nodded quickly in response to this, energon stick in hand. "Indeed, the conditions were just horrible, even when compared to the detention camps of the past for Decepticons. I'd a bit of a mind to write a thrashing article if I knew anyone who would publish it." He pauses for a moment, thoughtful... He almost had the fuckers in the past. There was video proof, witnesses... then in the midst of processing he and his cameraman was taken away. He grimaced to himself as he thought of the fate of his friend, what those bastards let him be used for. Feeling unsettled, he puts out the cigarette on the counter and looks over to the others. "The thing about this is, as much as we want to believe it, talking about it isn't going to do anything. It's how they got to us the first time. We need to catch these slagging monsters in the act, then present the findings to the woman in charge, Cheetara. Anyone agree on this?"
C-Cord thinks about this for a moment, hesitant. "How do we know that she isn't already compromised? I mean... she was turned into a girl during this crisis, all those council members were found unsuitable for council duty despite the fact they weren't corrupt. It all smells like a big load." She replies, glancing towards the others. She didn't want to crush anyone's hopes, but she couldn't help but be honest about it.
Corpsepaint responds. "Because despite whatever they did to him... her... she's still in charge of the council and they haven't made their move yet. If they had control of our people's leader, they would have swooped down like a monsterous wave. Something else is going on..." He pauses for a moment, before replying. "Whatever's going on, they want something else from Cheets. I don't know enough about the man to say exactly what, but there's got to be something else going on. And the only way we're going to find out safely is together, as a group... this Whiteout had the right idea and I think we should follow it."
Thrashbeat nodded in agreement. "Strength in numbers. Plus we get to fight the Man!" He responds cheerfully, knowing the corniness in what he says. At this point, he doesn't care... it's an accurate statement as anything anyone else has said after all. "Plus we get to work in this cool secret headquarters... we get to help out a band... we're living the terren dream here. Superheroes and sidekicks and all, you know." He adds with a smirk before leaning back against the box behind him, grabbing a nearby guitar and strumming on it lightly. The others just stare at him for a few moments before he glances up and shrugs. "Excuse me for being happy, it's not like we got thrown into Barrack 17... there's a lot to be happy about around here, friendly people, lovely ladies... what's to complain about?"
Soundtrack thinks about this for a moment before nodding. "He's got a point... what's left to worry about is the same kind of stuff that we would have to if we left the group. So why worry about the consequences of staying? Pretty deep word of advice for such a simple statement my friend." He responds with a chuckle and a smirk. "Let's just play it by ear people."