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Post by Cryptic on Jan 3, 2008 10:33:00 GMT -5
At Ghost's mental command energy began to flow and assembely machines spran to life.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 26, 2008 14:31:45 GMT -5
Ghost's hooks into the facility's systems might start to register an intruder or two as a black draconian figure starts to enter the facility quietly. It's unsure to tell what exactly is his purpose at the moment, but the fact the non-visual sensors are picking up a lot of energy and heat within his form seems to suggest nothing good. However, the fact he doesn't seem too occupied by the factory's working does leave room to investigate. Walking up to a camera, the figure starts to speak confidently for a moment. "Might I talk to the mistress of this lair?"
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 7, 2008 22:09:20 GMT -5
Ghost slipped a thread into one of the partialy compleateddrones, activateing it. She found it was a stripped down Tankor modle that had yet to have its weapons intalled. She had it straighten up fromt he convayor belt and swing it's legs off the edge. "You may. what do you want?" it rumbled.
Ghost frowned as she looked over the reading she was getting from the scanners. She'd never seen ones like this.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 9, 2008 13:36:42 GMT -5
The figure smiles and bows lightly in response. "My name is Hellscream.. I merely wished to offer my services to you and your fellow brotherhood in subjecating this planet. Too often our kind's plans have been follied by a lack of a true alliance amongst like-minded individuals... and for once I feel a more mutual agreement will benefit more then my former employer unicron. Especially when one of his minions has taken his place in the universal balance, as you might have already guessed." It's about this time that Ghost's chosen representation in the facility starts to rapidly bubble and shift for a moment, physically transforming and taking on an appearance more befitting the person behind it's control. As the changes finish, there are a number of sensory and transmission upgrades in the frame which seems to transform into a sleeker and faster tank drone then the others. Changes in the transformation has gained it offensive weapons in the form of smaller treads mounted on the fore arms in such a way that they could be used as a sander. Hellscream speaks up as the changes finish. "I apologize for the unsuspecting transformation... but I wanted to prove my intentions, as well as thank the one who inspired one of my minion's own unique situation. You're a very inspiring individual Madame Ghost."
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 11, 2008 10:48:26 GMT -5
"I will have to bring this up to my superior. I do not have the rank to do more then that." Ghost said looking over the new shell. She rather like the look, and had the factory scan it into the data base for later replication. "Before I transmit your request, and possibly act as the com unit between you, which minion of the Destroyer are you refering to?"
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 11, 2008 12:00:52 GMT -5
Hellscream smiled in return. "Myself of course... it was not broadcasted as broadly as I'd expect, but I'm sure your brotherhood has heard of the re-emergences of several successors to the gestaults of old. The new Terrorcons and Leo Kaiser teams came into creation through my former existance as an avatar of the destroyer... however, as easily predicted.... primus fought back and scattered his essence again. The resulting explosion seems to have propelled me a few months ahead of time, where I reclaimed unicron's energies before he had a chance to re-stablize his energies. Along with a still-well of mixed energies taken from a former aquaintance of both the creator and the destroyer... One could say I've replaced unicron." He explains calmly, not really too worried about the explanation. "He never did know how to focus his energies efficiently... nor learned to mimic his brother properly." He adds in the end, holding out his arms as if to show off his new hydra form.
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 14, 2008 8:00:03 GMT -5
"I see." Ghost said noddeing.
C>:~Master, there is someone who claims to be an avatar of Unicron who wishes to speak to you.~
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Post by autobotbubbs on Jul 16, 2008 0:22:52 GMT -5
C:> " I am occupied at present"
* the tyrant responded rather bluntly through the comm. Menewhile activating remote sensors in the security feed so that he might look in on this exchange*
C:> "what does this 'avatar' want?"
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 16, 2008 13:55:03 GMT -5
Hellscream speaks up to the response as if he overheard the response. "I merely wish to form an alliance Zarak... a collaboration if you will of our resources and plans so that we ultimately do not end up enemies further down the lines. All too often those that oppose us band together to crush us individually... I merely wish to turn their own tactics against them. All I ask in return is an area of my own to continue my research in the future.... I've dabbled in the genetic aspect of our race for sometime now as a scientist. I've gone even further with my ascendance as my minion Webswipe can speak for me... and I merely wish to continue that work." He extends a hand over to the side, before bending light around the area and forming a number of holograms showing his work on his palm. The bot seems to have been busy, as it shows at least one nanite virus, two of the more recent gestaults created, and other inspired things. ooc: blahaha, I need to PM you cryptic, I've ideas for Ghost and Hellscream. XD
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 16, 2008 17:46:16 GMT -5
C>: You get all that master? Basicaly he wants to toady up to you and bide his time to stab you int he back.
Ghost replied, tightenign up on her signals and cutting down on leakage as well as activateign every last encryption code she had in place.
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Post by autobotbubbs on Jul 18, 2008 1:45:24 GMT -5
* the mere mention of Genetics made the Tyrant physically ill. The gall of this 'minion' with his tainted form to come here, modify his agents, and claim to wish an alliace as he showed off his works sickened and enraged him.*
* but... this 'scientists's words spoke true...*
C:> " Indeed I have..."
* alarms went off at a corner of the factory around one of the freight elevators. As it came to a stop... the door opened, reavealing its passenger.*
[glow=red,2,300] " You have made bold presumptions coming here."[/glow]
* the words of the Tyrant echoed through the factory, almost hard to triangulate*
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Post by Cryptic on Jul 18, 2008 7:45:59 GMT -5
"You heard the boss. Don't keep him waiting." Ghost said makeing a sweepign jesture to the entrance.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 21, 2008 12:05:54 GMT -5
Hellscream nods, walking towards the elevator elegantly. "I know this... but like yourself, I also took precautions. I felt you would be the one most likely to understand the gravity of my offer, due to your own belief system and what not. All too often I've seen too many underestimate the powers my former lord wielded..." e pauses for a moment, looking towards him. "Though I might add, do not confuse my interest in genetic modication with that of biological modification only... you've genetically modified yourself after all with your triple-changing capabilities. I've even heard of the modifications done to our mutual friend in this factory... Those may come back to haunt you." He chuckles at the thought, having a bit of an idea on how to fix that. He continues after finishing. "But enough of that. Haven't you wondered why Primus hasn't sicked his organic-loving avatars upon you? Why his temple stands and supports those who have completely abandoned their technological roots if you were doing his will?"
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Post by autobotbubbs on Jul 22, 2008 0:19:25 GMT -5
* His right claw opened, still pointed at the floor, as the fusion cannon within slid out, a dark humm emanating from it. While aside from his weapon's charging, the tyrant had not taken other actions to show he was going to attack. This was merely angled to get a point across.*
[glow=red,3,300]" Thats far enough..."[/glow]
* Zarak growled as he stood there, his dark optics peircing the darkness which obscured his face and upper body*
[glow=red,3,300]" There is nothing genetic of the works I have done! I took my own withered, weakened body, and re-built it, re-formed it into a machine that could challenge Galvatron himself! Even if there are, unforseen variables... I am allways sure to put... safeguards into play.[/glow]
* Zarak stated, starting out sounding like a rambling madman but slowly calming himself. Noticably taking insult at the insinuation. To him, Genetics was an organic crapsshoot. A roll of the dice for the biologicals of this universe. To him it was as disgusting as the traditional act wich spawns all organics.* [glow=red,3,300] " There is a long history of Primus's will being manipulated by blasphemers. His true word withheld from the masses while corrupt preists pass of their own word as his. But historically, each of these blasphemers are destined to fall." [/glow]
* the tyrant stated with a dark hint to the last sentance.*
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 22, 2008 14:22:01 GMT -5
Hellscream paused, but he didn't seem to offput by the gesture at this point. "The clones. Jhiaxus. Budding. Shockwave's experiments. All the result of tampering with the blueprints in our race's self-repair systems. It is why the vehicons are so inexpensive to make but also so half-hazard when it comes to overall durability. They lack the nannite repair payload that our species naturally possesses." He replies calmly, looking towards his potential ally. He pauses for a moment, focusing his thoughts. "It's all a matter of looking at things from a different angle Lord Zarak... why limit the definition of genetics to what those primitive primates define it as? Are we not supposed to be above them? They corrupted our god into believing in the benefits of their race of pure organics. The sheperd has become lost astray, let us sheep take charge of the flock."
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