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Post by smokedtoast on May 18, 2015 22:49:27 GMT -5
The drone snarled to itself as it followed the path deep into Cybertron. Starscream was held in lockdown inside of the Decepticon Council building after all that happened... but he was far from resourceless. Yes he had a rudimentary drone wired to operate on his own spark wavelength through Subspace. Yes he may have had an assassination attempt or two in mind. BUT not one so blazingly obvious to fail! This was a set-up for sure. He could taste it in his mouth even as he made his way into the former labs that had first been Iguanus and his friends' lair so many years ago. Most people had forgotten about this era of cybertron's history... but not Starscream. It had been the source of his first attempt at utilizing techno-organic tissue in his own Pretender shell. Nothing but a thin shell... he snarled at the prospect as he entered the front room. It was the only place he could think of the would-be assassin to go. The only place to keep from capture this long. "Finback!" He manages to snarl in an electronic angry tone. "I would have words with your choice in employers! Did you really think I would be that stupid?!?"
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Post by Cryptic on Oct 11, 2015 8:15:51 GMT -5
"Rant, rant rant. Taking after the Megatron in your old age ain't yah Screamer?" Fin hissed as he worked to deal with the damage he'd take. The bot looked his years now, he looked decrepit, his paint dull, his plating dented and rusted through. "And my choice of employer was a means to an end. Yah think I'm such a lack wit to not realize that wasn't you? Not that you're you right now. Ah, here we go, knew I had this trophy..."
Fin pulled a preserved G1 arm from a drawer and set about wiring it into place. It featured a large hook and harpoon gun.
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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 11, 2015 23:21:00 GMT -5
"I'd like to think I'd taken after myself at this point. Since I've actually ruled cybertron at one point, unlike our formally departed leader." Starscream responded as he directed the drone in the direction of Fin's response. "And not what I was talking about either, dear friend. I'm talking about the little makeover that your employers were gracious enough to take back at the looks of it." He explained, clasping his hands together. "You've been older then cosmic dust, even after your ressurection and the influx of enhancers. That only after so many were taken off the board with them, did you take any? Lunacy and stupidity to even consider the idea." He moved to look over Fin's handywork on repairing himself. He seemed to pause for a moment, before offering a tool. "You're incompatible with Slingshot's brand." It was more of a statement then a question, though it led to a potential question in itself for Fin. Who the hell else were making any? And why did the drone seem to have a smirk on it's face?
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Post by Cryptic on Oct 11, 2015 23:33:10 GMT -5
Fin took the tool and tightened a few connections. "The older then cosmic dust thing ... thought the reformat and conversion had beaten it, but it just forced it into dormancy. Never did figure out what it was, or where I picked it up."
"And my body is compatible with Slingshot's brand. The crap fracking it up is what isn't compatible." Fin spat on the floor. "And I can't even manage a body transfer to shake it, it's like it's become part of my spark energy or my core programing."
He paused and laughed. "Wonder if I had my spark ripped out and was converted into a soulless Vehicon if it would take the pain away."
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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 11, 2015 23:51:39 GMT -5
"Ahh... the pain. I could fix it you know." Starscream replied with a smirk of his own. "I've been looking over your records since I've had access as a council member. Your fellow friends in former pretender shells had similar issues when the Allspark first brought them online. Brought back like as the terrans would say, 'grandparents of the modern age. But in your case... you were old when you became a pretender. Unlike the others your body had grown dependant on the shell for durability, stability. It encoded its way into your spark and CNA as time went by, damage was done and replaced." He pauses for effect before continuing.
"But... it would require a change. You're no good to me as an outlaw Finback, lets admit it. Whoever your former employer was... they just made you Cybertron's most wanted. Probably to keep me from making this offer too." He explained as he circled around the fellow backstabber. "I could take away the pain and all I would require is everything you have on your former masters, a continued employment... and a little hand in ripping out their interfaces." He seemed to look around the room in thought. "I'd even have everything I would need right here, truth be told."
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Post by Cryptic on Oct 12, 2015 7:57:50 GMT -5
Fin's optics narrowed as he mulled over the proposition. "Fine, I'll do it, but I don't want turned into a sparkling brat for shits and giggles." He growled using his hook to point at the drone. "But you'll need to hook me up and do a few memory bypasses to get the information you want, they seem to have locked it behind a partition."
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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 14, 2015 22:17:21 GMT -5
"...please. A sparkling would be a waste of resources and a burden on my time. I want you useful." Starscream spat out as his drone started to get to work creating the solution he had in mind. It was bad enough when that pain in his spark chamber had managed to carve a sparkling out of his chassis, especially one as morally struck as Felis had been. He narrowed his thoughts at the sickening thought that he even owed what little trust he had gained in the council to Felis's actions. That the Maximals had seen what his spawn did and decided maybe there was some good in his spark. As he continues to work, he responds to Finback's second request. "Easily done, once this is finished... I refuse to take any chances with this. This will also wipe any other modifications they may have left. I do not need your brain module exploding when I'm digging inside of it." He offers over a glowing shifting vial over with a sarcastic snarl. "I have made sure you will become the opposite as you've ever been. You'll probably even enjoy it, if anyone else's reactions are valid."
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