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Post by tearoness on May 17, 2009 21:15:09 GMT -5
Slagcruncher ::jumped when some of the ceiling fell to the floor she winched as she got up and moved away grabbing Halfpint who was sitting on the mini Nightstalker and getting him out of harms way she didn't want Strong to be upset if Halfpint was hurt after all he was just a kid:: "Sorry Halfpint don't think your mom would like if you got hurt have to protect you," Slag said with a wink.
Stronghug ::was looking for another medic she has searched part of medbay but she couldn't find anyone she moved towards the back of to see if she could find a medic it was getting pretty wild and Needlenose needed help now!::
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Post by smokedtoast on May 17, 2009 22:01:06 GMT -5
Needlenose continued to watch the scene in front of her, not sure exactly what to do at this point. She does manage to tap her comm-link for a moment while stumbling backwards into the darkness looking for an alternative form of light. "We've got a ... I don't know what to call it, growing in the medical bay guys. I'm not quite trained for this situation... any suggestions?" She responds before picking up a laser tool, activating it just enough to give some illumination as she turns around.
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Post by tearoness on May 18, 2009 20:54:26 GMT -5
Stronghug ::flipped on a flashlight as she continued to look for a medic who could help Needlenose, she hoped that Halfpint was okay:: "I know there are medics in here Needlenose needs help and badly," Strong said with concern.
Slagcruncher ::Weaved in and around parts of the ceiling that had fallen to the floor she made sure Halfpint was covered so he wouldn't get hurt finally she found a corner that had some light setting Halfpint down she sat down on the floor holding her arm it was throbbing like someone was dancing on it:: "For the love Primus what the slag is going on never see this before," She muttered quietly.
Nightstalker ::free of the little brat made way and out of medbay not wanting anything to do with what was going in medbay::
Mixmaster ::Was finding his/her way out medbay also in suit of Nightstalker::
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Post by Akitsu on May 27, 2009 11:53:04 GMT -5
The light falling on it just made it all the more creepy looking, but it finally clicked what it looked like. It was scaley, and different... but the tendrils moving around looked very much like the carnivorous plant that felled Sobok in the first place. Unlike the plant, it didn't seem to be actively hunting... although there were several tendrils feeling out the environment. One in particular actually brushed Needlenose's hand, but made no hostile move. The sound of the cocoon's rasping respiration seemed to fill the chamber.
(ooc: Sorry for the delay... lol... I didn't see the second page!)
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Post by smokedtoast on May 30, 2009 15:48:05 GMT -5
Needlenose blinks for a moment, before hesitantly moving closer. Her mind raced at the possibilities, but she needed further data before she could come to any conclusions. Considering the plant didn't seem hostile, this might not be such a hard problem. "Sobok?" She speaks up suddenly as she moves closer to the cocoon, glancing around to see what little of the diagnostics computers were still intact in case she needs to probe further.
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Post by Akitsu on Jun 3, 2009 17:24:52 GMT -5
The cocoon makes no conscious movements on the approach. Whatever it's doing seems to be taking priority over anything external. Needlenose can see that the tendril of the plant seems to be coming from inside the cocoon, and not part of the external structure. Scans aren't penetrating the outer shell very well.
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Post by tearoness on Jun 17, 2009 21:01:57 GMT -5
Stronghug at this point couldn't find anyone that could help Needlenose she wasn't going to give up she look for a few more minutes hopefully she would find someone. Slagcruncher was in a corner away from the action she watch what was happened she winched some as her arm was throbbing from moving so fast, she had a firm grip on Halfpint with her good hand making sure that he didn't go any where
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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 18, 2009 0:42:09 GMT -5
Needlenose frowns a bit, feeling a bit discomfortable with the lack of information she's getting. She doesn't want to do anything too invasive and end up hurting the croc... or whatever it is Sobok transforms into now-former. However... She pauses for a moment before grabbing onto one of the wandering tenacles and pulling on it slightly. Nothing that should be too painful as again she didn't want to hurt sobok... but it was definitely enough to register on whatever tactile senses remain in Sobok. With the other hand, she tries to increase the power output to the scanners in hopes of getting...something to work with.
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Post by Akitsu on Jun 18, 2009 6:48:43 GMT -5
The tentacle doesn't respond, it just goes about it's business examining the deck plates. The scanner however, manages to detect the wifi on Sobok's wrist computer. A tinny voice issues forth from the scanner's speaker, "Host Sobok is unavailable at the moment, may I be of assistance?" Eerily enough, the muffled sound of the voice can also barely be heard through the cocoon, making it sound all the more creepy.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 22, 2009 12:59:57 GMT -5
Needlenose blinks for a moment, tilting her head to the side as she listens to the muffled voice. "Um... hello computer... what exactly is happening to Sobok? We're all a bit worried with the tenacles and the coccoon." She responds after some careful thought. "She's not turning into a horrorcon, is she?..."
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Post by Akitsu on Jun 23, 2009 18:30:48 GMT -5
In what sounds like a pre written speech the computer responds, "Host Sobok, long having sought evolutionary perfection, has a list of criteria for organisms she would desire as part of her base genetic makeup. She is currently assimilating this latest specimen. Please pay no mind to any mood swings, odd behavior, or property damage that may ensue... you will be compensated." It paused, as if considering the current situation. "The host is in a state of metamorphosis. My systems have suffered corruption due to the ongoing genetic manipulation, and I am unable to confirm exactly what is happening within the cocoon at this time... but I can confirm that her vital signs are within expected parameters. This is a most unusual outcome... as none of the other modifications were this extensive."
"I am unaware of the parameters that would constitute a 'horrorcon', please specify and I will do my best to extrapolate the odds of such an outcome."
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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 27, 2009 10:51:34 GMT -5
Needlenose huhs for a moment before rubbing her chin carefully. "Uh... well I'm not one of the hamds on medics but all I know about them is they were cybertronians reduced to a nannite goo state and back. Some kind of enhancer misfire reduced them to that state and supposedly whatever brought them back made them more...flexible in transformation. Maybe when one of them come back in they can give more info... Any idea when the cocoon will be finished?" She asks lightly, at least relieved to have someone to gain information from.
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Post by Akitsu on Jun 27, 2009 15:27:49 GMT -5
"Host Sobok is already exceptionally flexible..." The computer obviously didn't understand Needlenose's meaning in the slightest. "The cocoon is already finished... the process inside is another matter entirely. I have no way of judging that... but there would be external indicators I assume. Can you check to see the elasticity of the membrane? A simple poke should suffice. I do not believe it will react with hostility unless you do actual physical harm to it... but admittedly this is all speculation."
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Post by darkstatic on Jun 29, 2009 12:33:31 GMT -5
Windwhisper wanders into the medbay looking for some supplies to stock up on her own personal medkit...apparently her team mates have a tendency to impromptu bouts of combat when bored. However the medic just stops and stares at the odd cocoon thingy. "What the frag?" she whispers "I didn't think I drank that much" she tells herself wondering if she's at all sober or this is some sort of weird dream.
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Post by Akitsu on Jun 29, 2009 12:43:29 GMT -5
As if in some sort of horror movie, one of the tendrils seems to be moving on an intercept course for the newcomer. It advanced, twisted a bit turned, course corrected, and continued it's slow and methodical path straight towards Windwhisper.
(ooc: Yes, there's a perfectly logical reason for this... but one tends to forget logic in the face of weirdness... lol.)
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