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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 3, 2008 14:40:30 GMT -5
OOC: The caverns that even now still run under and around the base. The perfect place for one to find some alone time if they wished... or to isolate themselves or another. BIC: Mouthpiece glances at the 'prisoner' calmly for a few moments, a frown on his face. He would have rather given Gutbucket a chance to spend some time with the other kids, but after he and some of the older members of the group realized Omega was amongst the escapees... They couldn't help but keep her supervised. Omega just looks back with a confused expression, sitting on her end of the cave as Mouthpiece checks on Gutbucket's current 'home' for a second, looking for any types of leaks. It seems like a bit much considering she seems to have lost her memory... but she created so many of the monsters those who were sent to Barrack-17 were turned into.
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Post by npc on Jul 8, 2008 21:12:27 GMT -5
Meanwhile, elsewhere... Wrongriff sat carefully over on the outer edge of the underground caverns that went under the newly created town, strumming lightly as he tuned the guitar section of his axe. Normally he'd be out and about hanging out with the others over by the town, but considering what they all went through so far he figures they could use some time to relax. As he looks at the water in front of him, he can't help but feel a little lost in the grand scheme of things. There's another who's feeling a bit lost in the chaos of this sudden uproar. Whiteout and Triphop have both been absorbed in the making of their new "town" and Backbeat and Stompbox haven't come back at all. She hasn't even seen Riotact or Wreckshop in all the chaos. Without much else to do, she's wandered down through this bizarre series of tunnels. The entire place has a sad feel too it once you get out of the thrum of the small throngs that are roving everywhere up stairs. Her own instrument, a strange chunk of glowing blue crystal that have been wired with so additioanl bits of electronics pulses to life under her fingers, mirroring the melancholy feel of the down side of Paradon. "A little show for all of the people that got killed down here before," she says with a small smile. Wrongriff blinks for a moment before looking up to the newcomer. He seems a bit surprised to meet someone he hasn't seen considering the time he spent in the facility, but he had heard of others involved in the group that broke them out... "Heh... a fitting melody for more then that I'd think..." He responds, adjusting his strummings to help compliment his new friends melody as he plays with a light smile. "Not everyone made it out of the facility... and those of us who did... well our old lives died a little in the process, no?" Synth jumps a little, startled by another voice. She'd been lost in her own thoughts, and had mostly been talking to herself. But she still returns the others smile without missing a beat. He seems friendly at least, for being an escaped prisoner and all. "I guess everyone loses something when they leave something that's held them for so long behind." Its hard to say what the sound her instrument makes is. Somewhere between piping and strumming at the moment, but it's easy to keep time and tune with even with Wrongriff's guitar. Wrongriff nods lightly in return. "Indeed... I know some of the others aren't even sure what to do now. Seems a little weird too to see some of the people who held us working with us nowadays... let alone looking vastly different. Guess the prisoners weren't the only ones imprisoned there, aye?" He responds, moving over to make room for his new friend. He can't help but wonder if it's the physical or metaphysical changes which caused them to help out. "Nobody seems to know what to do," she sighs, looking distraught. "You don't know Whiteout, I don't think. He's kind of the one who does all the decision making. I've never seen him get to a point where he seemed like he was faltering before. He's always been in control til we linked up with Nachos." Its obvious that even she's been a little discouraged by the violence and Whiteout's struggle to keep his footing. Wrongriff nods lightly. "Name sounds a little familiar, but just gossip amongst the guards and other prisoners in the past. Nohing too much though... just a few people talking about their favorite music and all." He responds lightly. He can't help but chuckle at the last statement before shaking his head lightly. "Don't I know that feeling.... for such a little kid, he's a powerful force of chaos. Might make one wonder.... did he join up with you guys to help you.... or to help himself get some order to his life." He pauses for am oment before apologizing again. "Sorry about that, didn't mean to change the subject... Your friend Whiteout seems to be faltering now?" "I don't really know. He's just having trouble with all the weirdness. I don't know if this is really what he had in mind with all this. Nachos doesn't think the same things about a revolution like White's always talked about, but now it seems like he has all this influence over everyone. I think that's what makes it difficult for him. The way Whiteout put it, its like everyone has to play by his rules now." Wrongriff raises an eyebrow at this. "Really? are we talking about the same Nachos here?... Kid I ran into seemed far from having any control over others." He responds, thoughtful on the subject. "I think he just bit off a lot more then he could chew today and he knows it... Look I saw in his face, even if he didn't know the faces there... some part of him recognized it. If anyone had to come back to that pithole..." He pauses for a moment, frowning to himself. "But I'm babbling. I think he's probably just overcompensating for the moment... he didn't seem to feel comfortable leading." "Oh, don't get me wrong!" Synth protests, holding up a hand and cradling her crystal with the other. "I think he's a sweetheat. And I don't think he's trying to lead people either. Or doesn't want to anyways. But we're all in his base thingy, with his contacts and a lot of people that his enhancers did stuff to..." she trails off after a moment. "I think it's just a lot for anyone to take in. Especially Whiteout, who always has things under control." Wrongriff pauses for a moment before nodding. "Oh, I get what you're saying now... I can kind of understand that. It's less about him taking over and more.... the effort he put in so far being a little jarring, right? I can understand that." He replies, looking over to the water again."I guess it's kind of good then that he went with the other shuttle then, no? Gives you guys and Whiteout a chance to take it in without Nachos springing even more on you, right?" She laughs at that, nodding in agreement. "I think so. White isn't someone that let's himself get pushed around. If he's been feeling that way because of all of this," she gestures around vaguely, "he won't stay that way for long." Wrongriff nods lightly at that with a chuckle. He can't help but smirk as he responds, "I see... how bad do you think Nachos will get it if there's even more troubles popping up as a result of his space travel? I mean... look at what he did just being stuck here on cybertron..." "Ohhh, I don't know. He's on a ship with a lot more of these other spacers like are around here now, right? I bet they won't let him cause too much trouble. On the ship anyways." He nods lightly with a chuckle back. "I guess so... from what I heard, some top-secret undercover group was investigating the facility as well. They were the ones whose ship Nachos and your two friends boarded... Guess they won't let things get too out of hand." He pauses for a moment as his strumming started to pick up pace slightly. "You know things are bad though if an Autobot hero like Dai Atlas is breaking into a government facility..." "I didn't know about that," she answers, looking up thoughtfully. "That really is big if even the military is getting involved. But why would things be so bad that even the military and the rest of the govenment are getting across at each other? Or is that even what's going on?" she wonders aloud before letting it drop and going back to playing. The sounds are a little bit more discordant this time, in agreeance with her thoughts, sounding closer probably to what Wrongriff is used to playing, thick distortion cutting across her chords. Wrongriff ponders on that as well. "It might just be that Dai Atlas and their crew went rogue to help stop this.... this corruption that led to facilities like that has been around for a long time Synth... Battlerack and Boltedge were in that facility since before the War of the Spark. The fact that you guys were the first to break into it in several mega cycles.... well, it was pretty hidden." Her music changes up again slightly, the music coming out a bit more aggressive sounding, as she thinks about what little she's heard about the jail break. She's not a fighter really, but the thought of her friends being mixed up in that.... "I don't know if it even really counts as us. It was Nachos that found the place. And then from the sound of it it was Stompbox that did a lot of the real work. Things would have been a lot different if all of us had been there. Not as many people would have gotten hurt, probably." She hammers on and pulls off from a particularly viscious chord as she thinks about Stompbox mixed up against these guard sorts. She's seen him fight before, brawling in the slums he's called home before, and knowing how much he hates the police... Wrongriff thinks on that really hard as he starts to match her musical change carefully. "That is possible... though a lot of the people who died there were on the other side of the building Synth. From what the hackers could tell.... someone was planning a breakout of the worst creations of that place." He pauses, realizing he might be agitating his new friend with such a statement. He manages to come up with a good follow up in a few moments. "Your friend Stompbox saved a lot of guards and prisoners, you know..." "Oh, I know he did. He he. Probably not all of them by choice either." She pauses for a moment, looking at his weapon/instrument combination for a moment. "Neat instrument by the way. What do you play?" Wrongriff blinks a bit before looking down at his guitar for a moment carefully. He thinks on his reply before responding calmly. "Closest approximation would be an Axe Guitar I guess... though it's more of a Guitar Axe to be honest." "Neat! Never seen a thing like that before. Did you make it yourself? And what kind of music do you play on it?" "Made it myself." Wrongriff responds calmly with a grin. "Had to, there aren't many weapons out there you can also use to play a bit of Rock and ROll with after all, wouldn't you agree?" He explains, working a quick cord into his music. "Enjoyed the terren history involved with it, fit my personality." She nods excitedly. "Oh, there's a lot of people you should talk to if you like Earth rock! Stompbox when he gets back, and Whiteout when he's not busy. Or wreckshop, if I could find her. I play a lot of rock with Stomp and his brother Triphop, but I've never found any music I don't like." Her fingers roll with practiced easy over the sensors imbedded in the chunk of crystal she's holding, drawing out more sound. Wrongriff smiles in response. "Really? I'm up to meeting any fellow rock fans. Quadbass probably would be too, even though she doesn't openly admit to liking the rock. Though she, we'd have to wait to get back as well too." He smiles for a moment, taking on a slightly patriotic tone to his strummings at the moment. "I think the best way to put it is she likes more of the patriot rock. Though we get her to loosen up once in a while." "He he. Okay, maybe your friend shouldn't talk to them. I don't think Stombox has a patriotic support in his frame. But he'd probably at least enjoy yelling about it." She smiles, but its clear from the expression that she's worried about her friend who's lost in space currently. As upbeat as she is, she can't help but not like having a friend somewhere so far away. Wrongriff chuckles lightly in response. "Well, it depends on what you mean by patriotism.... from what I hear, Quadbass would consider your friend Whiteout very patriotic. She's not about the government, she's about the ideals to the people." He notices the worried expression and pats his friend lightly on the shoulder. "Your friends should be alright Synth... if there's anyone who can bring them back home safely, it's Quadbass." "Oh? Is she out there still as well? I haven't really met a lot of the new guys. Its sort of hard to keep up with everyone. I guess you probably know most of... well, the prsoners." She seems to not really want to remind her friend of the fact that he's just left prison. Wrongriff makes a soso motion with his hand in response. "I know a little about everyone... but not as much as some of the older people being held there. To be honest, your friend Nachos wasn't the first one to try to break into that place to rescue people.... he's just the only one crazy enough to pull it off so far." He explains lightly, the tone in his voice suggesting he was a part of one of these groups. "Well, I guess it only takes one time for it to work," she smiles. There's the sound of someone heading down towards them, and the darker colors of Triphop come into view. "Whatup Synth. Heard someone saw you passing this way." He stops sizing up the other party on the scene quickly. "You guys jamming down here?" Wrongriff smiles in response. "That is true." He looks over to the newcomer before waving lightly."Yeah, a little bit of jamming, a little bit of talking. Feels good to do both without a brutal bull guard bearing down on ya." He responds with a joking tone, smiling in Trip's way. "Yeah, bet so man. Few less screws is always a good thing. Still I guess like half of 'em are still upstairs." "Well, they're supposed to be different now Trip. Isn't that kind of what the enhancers were for?" "It would take an idealist like Nachos to sell a line like that. Trust me, I've been hit with those things and it doesn't change anything. You're still the same person no matter how much you shoot someone up with that stuff. And you can bet a lot of those guys are just waiting for their chance. You can offer people a new life or whatever, but you can't just force it on 'em and expect everything to be all good times." Wrongriff looks towards Trip for a moment with a smirk, thoughtful on the subject. "That may be true Trip... though you've got to consider the situation as well I think. When you got hit with them.... where you beaten within an inch of your life at the time? I noticed a number of telltale signs that your friends did that, then stuck them.... trauma plus drugs can help develop some crazy self-revalations after all." He replies calmly, propping his guitar on the ground. "Not that I don't still have trust issues with the guards... you are probably right. But if we distrust them to a certain point... we may lose those who truly want to change. A friend taught me that when I first joined the Vindicons." It's the first time that Wrongriff mentions Quadbass's team by name in a long while... especially considering the lies spun by the government. The others might have heard of the group as a team of maximal special agents that had gone rogue, before being taken down and captured by the government's newer special agents. "Tcsh. I don't really see beating them as well as a big positive motivator to trust us. Change maybe, sometimes. But that doesn't mean its going to be for the better for us. We don't know these dudes. They got every reason not like us even if they do want to start over. And last time I checked people who'd wanna get us back for this can offer some way more appealing stuff than hanging out in the fricking sewer. And for a lot of guys, that's what its gonna come down to." "I won't argue that. I can't because I don't know what's in their heads...But I can tell you one thing... Vindicons used to be them, before the scientists with all their poking and prodding started to get overzealous." He responds as he looks over to Trip. He's really not up to an argument at this point, but he feels he should speak Quadbass's point since she's not here to speak her mind. "I can name three prisoners off the top of my head who had formerly worked for the same people who'd want to get back at us. Slag, their bosses even nuked the place rather then check for surivors.... you know?"
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Post by npc on Jul 27, 2008 1:08:15 GMT -5
Synth puts in. "There's no way to know what any of these people are going to do. Even the ones who have a reason to work with us may turn out not to want to, or vice versa. We're just going to have to see what happens, and there's not really any thing that we can say before that," she says pointedly, giving up on her playing for this arguement. "Its not exactly as though either of you are actually using anything like logic or facts to back this up anyways."
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 28, 2008 12:02:32 GMT -5
Wrongriff blinks for a few moment before nodding towards Synth. "Yeah, you're right Synth... we shouldn't be arguing about this just yet. It's too soon to make judgements." There's a brief pause before he continues. "Sorry about that, wasn't trying to break up the music like that." He responds as he starts to play again. As he continues to play, he can't help but feel he's missing something. He thinks back on the situation and gasps lightly for a moment. He'd almost forgotten about what he had done during the initial parts of the break out... and that made things all the worse to him. He adds softly. "They might also think to fall inline after they saw the bodies of some of the other guards. There was a lot of anger and hate in that complex... some of us got the chance to arm ourselves and..." He trails off after that.
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Post by foxtrotugene on Aug 1, 2008 15:45:13 GMT -5
"See, that's exactly what I'm talking about," Triphop answers. "I'm not gonna get into this big thing with you again, but come on. You really expect that all this is going to be something that convinces people that we're the good guys? Whatever man." He shrugs and leans back, listening to Synth playing, his body taking the sound in and repeating the music back with his own overdubbing thrown in to compliment Synth's playing.
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Post by smokedtoast on Aug 2, 2008 21:04:16 GMT -5
"But that's just it Trip, I was consceeding that you were right on that fact." Wrongriff responded quietly, looking in his direction. "I got ahead of myself on the subject. Anyways, since we dropped the subject... how'd you guys get involved with this Whiteout anyhow? I mean, I've heard rumors about how things gotten together. Apparently some of the people this Nachos hanged out with discussed working with you guys for a while... but no one seems to really know him."
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Post by npc on Aug 3, 2008 22:56:47 GMT -5
"Hm. Well, he's okay," Triphop says, pausing his sound processing for the moment. "He doesn't act like he owns Stomp and I like most other 'cons. He's got some kind of funny ideas if you ask me, but he's better than anyone else we could be stuck with. Maybe his big utopia wankfest will even be better than what we have now." "Hmph. That's a bit rude," Synth pipes up, sticking her tongue out at her bandmate. "I don't really know where he's from exactly, but I know Whiteout doesn't like his family much. He never wants to talk about them. I've seen him transform though, and he's got to have been from an important family. I think he tries to be the really solid leader, and he's good at it, but he's still an idealist. If he gets a chance someday, he really will be able to a lot of people."
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Post by smokedtoast on Aug 4, 2008 12:01:41 GMT -5
Wrongriff nods in response, listening to them both. "Sounds like it's a good thing then that he's in charge of things... So he's a 'con? Might be interesting to introduce Mouthpiece to him. He ended up in the facility because Primus appointed him as the priest for his temple... first con to have that status." He explains calmly. "Quadbass should get along with him well too, they sound like they're cut from the same jib so to speak. Anyone else I should know about in case I run into someone I don't recognize?"
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Post by npc on Aug 4, 2008 22:44:23 GMT -5
"Oh, you should probably know Riotact," Synth says a little more quietly. "She's had it really bad. They say someone did some kind of experimentation on her." "A lot of stuff," Triphop cuts in. "Whiteout and I are pretty sure that whoever got her before she was worked on was doing some kind of weapon experimentation. Way more serious stuff than we can really give much insite into. But I do know there's probably not much she can't destroy with the weapons she's got now." "But... it really ruined her life. I don't know if she was a fighter before, but she's definitely not now. She's kind of hard to approach, so be gentle with her if you meet."
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Post by smokedtoast on Aug 7, 2008 12:02:02 GMT -5
Wrongriff pauses suddenly, looking towards Triphop and Synth with a look of surprise. "Weapons experimentation?... They were doing that kind of work in the ICD's Barrack-17 division. Slag, one of the poor bastards who sided with us had come kind of transmetal Railgun rig attached to each arm. Was shaking hte whole time back because they put something in his head that was paranoid as all hell, kept registering us as hostile targets.... you don't think the two could be related, could you? I mean... the whole reason I was in there was Quad figured out someone was using the maximal super-soldier program she went through to extremes that'd make Megatron cringe..." He asks quietly, feeling a bit of sickness in his stomach due to the similarities.
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Post by npc on Aug 8, 2008 1:07:30 GMT -5
"Huh." Triphop leans in towards Wrongriff, interested in this new line of conversation after all the looking into Riotact he's done. "How long did they have you guys in there. Its been a while since we found Riot, and it sure wasn't anywhere near Iacon. Crazy weapon stuff sounds like it could be related... but everyone knows there's always going to be another war. It could just as easily be some completely different bunch of psychos." "You don't really think there will be another war like the Great War, do you?" Synth asks. "Cybertronians never get any smarter. We're practically starting the next one ourselves, ya know."
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Post by smokedtoast on Aug 11, 2008 9:53:12 GMT -5
"Couple megacycles at least." Wrongriff responds, looking towards the interested Triphop. "At least shortly before what I've heard called the War of the Spark. We got word of misdeeds going on in the past, it wasn't the only laboratory doing it... just the largest. Quadbass felt if we could rip it open, the truth would let out and the populace could make their own decisions of what was going on. Course, then our reputation was ruined and twisted into a band of coup attempters." He pauses for a moment, frowning as he listens in. "You never know though Trip... the Great War rallied whole races against each other. Do you really think things are going to esculate to that level again? From what I've heard, there's at least been a number of years of peace on the outside... it might be more a war of words and intelligence then a war of violence this time. If Whiteout's as good as you've said of him... we might get things going on the right foot for once."
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Post by npc on Aug 13, 2008 23:16:27 GMT -5
"If anyone can prevent a war from happening, and help put a stop to all this fighting, its Whiteout that can do it. Don't listen to Triphop. He's practically a nihilist." "Ha. Like you even know what that means," he smirks. "I believe in plenty. Whiteout's a good guy, but when your hero is a guy who got murdered for being a trusting dope, I don't put a lot of faith in you. He may do some good stuff, no question. But I don't think he's going to prevent a war, if there's one coming."
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Post by smokedtoast on Aug 14, 2008 13:36:37 GMT -5
Wrongriff listens to them both, taking everything in. "That's just it Triphop... depends on what they were murdered for. There's a difference between killing an idea and a hero. If he's Whiteout's hero because his idea transcended his death... then that's not something that's shaky to put faith into. If it's the fact someone killed this guy... then I'd be prone to agree with you. That's what makes martyrs so dangerous to the people we're fighting. Why they took so much of us captive. Martyrs inspire others to further the idea."
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Post by npc on Sept 7, 2008 22:31:25 GMT -5
"Yeah, but it didn't. Instead, Sentinel Prime was the first big sacrifice on the big black altar of war. His ideals got trampled, and Optimus got the job done, with the business end of a slagging blaster. Ideas don't need killing. They just need to go away for a few cycles and they dry up and die on their own," he says conclusively. "Nothing like that *ever* dies," Synth answers, defiantly. "Optimus Prime," she continues with the reverence for the name one would expect from a Maximal of privilege, "did what he had to do to ensure the peace we have now." "And what a peace it is. You know better than anyone that there's not freedom and equality for every sentient bot even on Cybertron. Conflict brings winners, not equals. And Whiteout needs to get his mind behind that before he tries to change the world."
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