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Post by striker on Feb 26, 2011 0:22:28 GMT -5
Tapping his support servo against the floor of the waiting room outside of the Maximal Elders' conference chamber. He was never good at waiting, even now.
He stopped, looking down at his support servo. Odd as it seemed, after the ... what were they calling it? Quantum Upgrade? Where the entire planet of Cybertron was made into a technorganic world, meshing metal and organic. He still felt odd about it all, mostly because he still seemed... separate, that is, there still seemed to be a distinction between his robot mode and his technorganic alt-mode, well, more so of one than what would be considered "normal" now-a-days.
Sighing he went back to tapping, the echo of metal on metal almost soothing his nano-nerves. Better than feeling like his power pack suddenly turned upside-down -and- backwards while it was still installed. Just thinking about it--
-- he put a hand over his abdominal plate as the thought started to make his inner workings churn and grind nastily.
He sighed, pinching his olfactory sensor's bridge
"Primus Pit-it-All..." he sighed.
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Post by smokedtoast on Feb 26, 2011 7:09:59 GMT -5
The door slowly opened for a moment as a certain white, blue and red wolf/griffin fuzor glanced out into the hallway. Deva smiled for a moment as she spotted Striker before commenting calmly. "We're ready to see you now Striker. I think you're going to... enjoy what we have to say." She explains before walking back into the room confidently. There was a reason someone with such a checkered past was let into the council after all.
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Post by smokedtoast on Feb 26, 2011 7:10:06 GMT -5
The door slowly opened for a moment as a certain white, blue and red wolf/griffin fuzor glanced out into the hallway. Deva smiled for a moment as she spotted Striker before commenting calmly. "We're ready to see you now Striker. I think you're going to... enjoy what we have to say." She explains before walking back into the room confidently. There was a reason someone with such a checkered past was let into the council after all.
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Post by striker on Feb 26, 2011 17:32:00 GMT -5
It was that smirk that got him. It bugged the pit out of his internal sensor array.
Like he wasn't in on some inside joke and was about to be made a laughing stock for the amusement of the Higher-ups
He sighed again, taking in the cool metallic-tinted air of cybertron to cool his internals and exhaling the heated exchange.
Falling into step behind Deva a frown creased his derma-steel facial structure, making him show his age (which was considerably more now that he had a technorganic body instead of the old millions-of-years-are-nothing all-metal types).
"I have a feeling that you'll enjoy it more than I will by that smirk" he groused sourly
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Post by smokedtoast on Feb 27, 2011 0:43:51 GMT -5
"I've heard that before. I've also heard 'I'll never become good', 'this can't be legal!', and 'why me?'.... and every single one of them have come to me later thanking me for the opportunity." Deva responded as she sat behind her desk and got comfortable. "I've brought you here because Deva Corp needs a head of security. Gecko's maintaining the business end of things... but he doesn't quite have my kind of 'whammy' to put the fear of god into people. There are some other stipulations to the position involving our involvement in Necropolis's wrestling federation... but it's generally an easy position compared to your usual assignments and my communications with the Beast Autobot council have suggested you are the best qualified for the position." Deva paused for a moment before continuing with that smirk again. "Jazz said there was no other who would be capable of dealing with the 'weird slag' of the job... and your payment for this would be around the usual of your usual assignments, plus benefits. Mostly will be a desk job really."
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Post by striker on Feb 27, 2011 2:53:58 GMT -5
Striker raised an optic ridge in curiosity
A desk job? Him?
Well, at least his old friend Jazz gave a good word for him. He'd have to send Jazz a thank you message later
... maybe...
"Alright then. Lead the way"
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Post by smokedtoast on Feb 27, 2011 19:34:06 GMT -5
Deva smiles for a moment before tapping a control on the desk and stating. "Alright, and verbal agreement recorded." She replies mysteriously before getting up behind the desk and walking over. She clasps a hand on his shoulder as they start to leave the room... even as Striker starts to feel off. "We'll head right over then while the innoculation runs it's course. Safety precaution of course." She replies while withdrawing her hand, showing what appeared one of those new enhancers hidden in her hand even as they continue on. "Safety procedure, really."
ooc: up to you to describe the change striker. XD
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Post by striker on Feb 27, 2011 21:18:39 GMT -5
"I--In... -noc--u--"
DAMN! He had seen that sort of applicator before. Enhancers were the preferred name but he felt they were nothing more than technorganic virulent warfare. The varied outcomes wreaked havoc with a bot's systems. Sure, you -could- enhance one's capabilities like strength or speed.
They -didn't- though. Most of the users tended to enhance things to suit their vanity or tastes or put their enemies at a disadvantage.
How could you fight back against a fully aged Cybertronian when you've reduced to how your frame's state was when entered Cyber-puberty?
And now this Deva person had hit him with some? For an inoculation? Against What?
As his CPU fluctuated with the frame-modifying Enhancers, Striker had to offline his optics lest he fall to nausea. It helped, but only a little, as his internal structures felt at the same time ice cold and on fire. The ends of his nano-nerves tingling like his whole body had been numbed asleep and was now waking up -- all at once -- completely. It was like turning a speaker from 0 to Max -before- turning on the music. His body felt like it went from Nothing to Everything in the span of an optic blink.
The stimulation finally buckled his joints, his knee armor hitting the floor. His servos clawed at his torso plate. He felt like he was over heating and had to do something. It felt tight, restricting.
As his optics were still offlined, he had to do this by touch and sound, while heightend it was at least possible. Servo tips sliding over the armor caused him to feel like he could feel every microscopic put and crease of the smooth-looking armor. Pressure was almost painful as he scrabbled at the hidden latches, pushing his servos against them to get them to release. This usually soft pop of the latch and hissing release were magnified to painful thresholds, the pops were like high calibur solid projectile weaponry going off right next to his audatories and the hiss sounded like a steam vent rupturing. The clang of the armor hitting the floor was like a mortar explosion.
He coughed, his arms wrapping around his torso, trying to keep his insides inside. Somehow, through the sensory overload, he wondered how people got used to this. It didn't hurt, but it -really- through you for a loop. His entire chassis itched, he almost ripped off the rest of his armor just to scratch at his body.
....
He stopped, reactivating his optics and taking in just what the enhancers had done to his body. It was still a powerfully built chasis but it was certainly more curvy than before. The mystery of his tight torso plate was now explained as well.
His pelvic structure was curvier now, and his support struts seemed slimmer and more sculpted than before.
Glaring at Deva he snarled... and stopped when it came out at a different pitch
"What did you DO TO ME!?!"
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Post by smokedtoast on Feb 27, 2011 23:03:20 GMT -5
"Saved you plenty of grief by making sure this can be turned off." Deva replied non-chalantly as she held Striker's former armor in her hands, the metal shifted to her whims. "If you even want this turned off by the end of your tenure, you'd be surprised how many people change their mind about such a thing." She offers the refitted chestplate over to striker before continuing. "Deva Corp is the center for the enhancers Striker. If I didn't turn you into a girl under controlled conditions... it was very likely you would get pranked by another." She smirks for a moment before adding. "Besides, it's not like you can be our representative in the Necropolis Wrestling League in your former form either. Security Head tends to be the strongest and most experienced of the employees after all. Why not kill two birds with one stone? Just consider it an vacation..."
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Post by striker on Feb 27, 2011 23:15:57 GMT -5
Striker snatched the plate, affixing it back to hi-- her torso.
"You could have warned me, you know" He--... she said, frowning. "pranking, no wonder I don't like Enhancers" he---SHE groused
"Some Vacation." He ... SHE... held out her servos for hi--her cod piece
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 1, 2011 1:17:06 GMT -5
Deva continued to the same with her codpiece for a moment, chuckling to herself. "I've always found it better to surprise people with this kind of thing. The shock of change often leaves one with a newfound respect for their 'normal' lives, wouldn't you agree?" She asks before handing it over with a smile. "I was surprised when Stronghug also recommended you for the position as well. She's worked there for a few months now and it's rare to find someone even she thinks can take her old position."
"You must have really given her a good impression if she thinks you're ready to be in charge of our security team. There's some big shoes to fit there... literally and figuratively." She explained further as she started to head down the hallway. "You're welcome for the other fix-me-ups as well. Was an added bonus." She comments lightly, even as Striker might have noticed the wrinkles and agedness to her former form had receded. It's hard to tell wether it's an effect of the genderbending, females often having a delay on the aging process compared to males... or an additional change.
"It's really a simple position. You will be in charge of keeping order with the security force on board...." She takes a moment to pass back the pad to Striker, listing those working in the company. There are some newer, but familiar names she might recognize from news reports. Astonishingly those reports included their deaths during a time when Cybertron was facing the scourge of the Cybertronian Monstrosities...
Though if he looked beyond the security force roster... there were a certain trio of insect pains working in the company. Or a set of namesakes, though the fact that Bombshell was working as the company's psychologist seemed to stick out quite a bit. Or the fact that Bombshell and Shrapnel appeared to be girls... in fact, teenaged girls in the case of Shrapnel. She was even listed as Deva's personal assistant slash secretary.... this was definitely going to be an interesting job to say the least.
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Post by striker on Mar 1, 2011 1:31:57 GMT -5
Striker affixed the codpiece over its proper place. He ... SHE... hadn't the where-with-all to.. well.. look down. Even now, she only looked down once she felt the armor piece in place.
"My 'old life' ended when my friend shang-hai'd me into the Autobot Forces. I was able to roll with the punches. This should be the same." She blinked, looking at the roster. Never really met the Insecticons, but had heard about the trouble they caused on earth, one of them... the... grasshopper?... was supposed to have been injured or killed back in 2005 in the Battle for Autobot City.
Grumbling, she stood, making sure her new armor was adjusting and fitting
"More like if you surprise them, they can't say No or tell you where to stick it." she said bluntly, "... Stronghug recommended me? High praise indeed, I'm surprised she remembered me."
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 1, 2011 12:13:11 GMT -5
"Mhm... you two knew each other during the war? She didn't talk much about what happened... but it's obvious that something did." She responded for a moment, looking back with curiousity. "Slagcruncher keeps pretty silent about it as well, surprising really. But yes, she said that she knew you to be as you put it... able to roll with the punches. And she thought you wouldn't get too trigger happy in retaliation as well." She replies with a light smile. "Security head has full access to our inventory after all, I'm not opposed to such things... as long as they are contained and do not disrupt work flow. The wild parties are a thing of the past in my book." As they continue walking along, Striker might notice a large green and red bear-former femme bot leaning against a wall near the front. She had been there when 'he' had entered the hall, but it seems since then she has started up an energon cy-gar. She glances towards Striker with a slight look of indifference, though her posture suggests amusement.
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Post by striker on Mar 1, 2011 15:16:37 GMT -5
Striker gave the bear-former a raised optic ridge, cocking her head to the side. Her posture suggested unamusement, at both her current situation and the bear-former's glance.
"Sounds less and less like a vacation and more and more like a real job" Striker gave Deva another unamused look, "well, let's start this tragedy-in-waiting then."
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 1, 2011 20:50:58 GMT -5
Chokehold couldn't help but chuckle to herself, looking at the new meat. "This the one? She looks a little puny for the new head of security. Could go a few rounds in the ring to beef her up, if you know what I mean." She responds, standing straight and looking over Striker's new form.
Deva replied lightly. "Eh... you haven't even met your employees yet." She responds to Sriker before glancing back at Chokehold. "Actually, a hundred credits say she could take you on Chokehold. Your body is still modern techno-organic like the rest of us.... Striker's is more a unique blend of old and new." She pauses for a moment before thinking about it and turning back to Striker. "Striker, this is Chokehold, former Police Seargant of Iacon during the Monstrosity wars... She's your second in command."
Chokehold takes a moment to extend a hand outwards to shake, though there is a feeling from the look on her face that she intends to test her grip as well. For someone obviously female... she seemed hopelessly aggressive.
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