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Post by artemisprime on Feb 8, 2016 12:48:59 GMT -5
The mind of an actual, biomechanical toddler had difficulty managing complicated sentences. "Who are you?" "Where are your parents?" Those were simple. "That's good to eat." "Don't eat that." Also easy to understand. "Pugnuts"'s sentences were too complicated, delivered too fast for Bedlam to decipher in their formative mind; distress, however, was radiating. Dropping Bob, Bedlam clenched their hands into fists, then curled them as though preparing to grapple; red-orange light glowing from the projection arrays in their palms.
The biggest mech recovered, though favouring his wounded ear. "Don't make this difficult, Cicadacon. The child's frightened, he doesn't need you to complicate things." Now assessing the situation -- while possessing some spark ability, the child was a brawler first, and, judging by the ringing pain in his audio receptor, Felis figured he was an energy-based outlier. The child, if Cicadacon was correct, was named Bedlam. <<Intern, run a search for parentage from the current delegation, sparkling by the designation Bedlam; second generation transorganic, likely canid, felid, and/or ursine, definitely complete mammalian. Definitely outlier.>> He dropped his guard, letting the child sense his own emotions -- concern being first and foremost. And then there was that other spark --
-- Primus, was there someone cloaked? His carrier once had a cloaking ability, prior to technorganic reformat. Another gamble: "Bedlam, is it? My name's Felis. Do you have a friend nearby?"
Bedlam...balked. When Uncle 'Raj was hidden, they weren't supposed say anything to anyone. Confused, the sparkling looked at Felis, then to "Pugnuts", then to an empty spot somewhere at the level of Felis's chest, midway between him and the two small sparklings.
Cloaked and definitely a friend -- even protector -- of the sparkling. Whoever allowed Bedlam to roam had insurance. Trying to relax, Felis held up his hands. "Look, whoever you are, I don't mean any harm to you or Bedlam. This...isn't a safe facility to have a sparkling wandering about, which is why we're concerned. Cicadacon isn't who he says he is."
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Post by striker on Feb 8, 2016 14:07:54 GMT -5
'Raj wished that Bedlam could do more than just sense his spark. He would have loved to have given the child a wordless single from a distance. The invisible former socialite had to settle for walking, quietly of course, to Bedlam's side and gently stroking his hair. an affectionate and safe gesture. One he hoped the child knew meant that things were okay.
'Raj felt that, despite any awkwardness, this Felis character could at least be trusted a little bit.
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Post by smokedtoast on Feb 9, 2016 21:16:23 GMT -5
"Pugnuts" glowered at Felis's statement. "Difficult? Difficult!?" He practically stammered, shaking his fists in the air like the child he appeared to be. "You did this to me! Now everything is difficult! Thinking! Planning! Opening a door! Making a sandwich!" He managed to sputter out, falling to his knees and rubbing his head. For all the bad that Cicadacon had done... it was easy to wonder if maybe this had been a worse fate then what he planned for himself. His spark noticably flared during his outburst, though it quickly returned to a dull soft throbbing as he fell to his knees. The enhancer had done worst then most to the former predacon council members due to their acceptance of a pending death. It was hard to return what had been relinquished. Intern responded back calmly. <<On it Felis, Curse may have found us some worms for our problems as well.>> There was a brief silence before Intern chuckled over the line. <<Oh man... we're talking old school here. Carrier by the name of Trailbreaker, the first one. Force field Generation. Coder by the name of Artemis, that rings some old bells.>> There's a longer pause before he adds. <<Wait a cyc, ain't that your ma bossman?>>
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Post by artemisprime on Feb 13, 2016 3:35:55 GMT -5
Bedlam's angry confusion radiated, and while the gentle stroking of their uncle's hand was some comfort, the outside stimuli was too much. They growled, high pitched with a strange gutteral clicking. "Pugnuts"'s shouting, incompresensible to their young mind, further triggered them towards flight. Uncle 'Raj was "working", but the scenario was too overwhelming. The growl became a keen and Bedlam stared up at the spot where Mirage stood, optics wide and chewing their bottom lip. * Whoever was cloaked had more greater interest in the sparkling than he; while waiting for Intern to reply, Felis hailed,《Curse, send down a containment unit; Cicadacon's loose and attempting to wreak havoc.》 Before addressing Cicadacon. "You got a second chance, and right now, you're squandering it. It isn't easy, and yeah, sometimes it isn't fair. But this is far enough for you."
Just then, Intern's intel came through. Felis took a moment to digest it.
The first thought was "all the good names were taken." Second: "wait...Ma's alive?!" Third: "wait...this sparkling's my sibling."
He suddenly felt ill. But he did not want to voice it aloud, not with Cicadacon in earshot. Bedlam's had raw power - an outlier that young and likely a Matrix affinity to boot could become a target. No. He couldn't.
But 'Tera...? Alive? And here?
If only he had the trine bond with Tim. He should know.
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Post by striker on Feb 14, 2016 4:31:21 GMT -5
It was hard, he wanted so badly to comfort his little God-sparkling, especially since the poor thing was so nervous.
While the fact he was there was pretty much revealed the two still didn't know Who -exactly-, and that was just fine.
Kneeling down he hugged Bedlam gently, whispering into the sparkling's ear, "shh, uncle 'raj has you lil one. I'm here."
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Post by artemisprime on Feb 14, 2016 9:48:22 GMT -5
Bedlam huffed, leaning against the warmth of their uncle; succumbing to the urge, protocol be damned, they dropped Bob and buried their face into Mirage's chest, though from the view of the others, all it appeared to be was as though they had pressed against a glass wall.
Time for a new tactic, one that worked on Tim when they had resusitated him: Felis, keeping an optic on Cicadacon 《where the hell is the containment unit?!》, dropped into beast mode with a flash of Matrix blue. The sparkling reacted, sniffing, as they watched Felis, their sunset orange optic tracking the large felinoid, white with red and blue markings, useless wings mantled against his shoulder blades. A warning growl to Cicadacon, Felis made a production of gently picking Bob up by the scruff of the toy's neck and, slowly, deliberately, approached Bedlam.
《You dropped this,》 he emoted, recalling the positive feelings of his childhood as he placed the worn plushie at the sparkling's feet. Aloud, directing his comment to Bedlam, but to explain to Bedlam's invisible protector, he stated, a low, even tone: "Deva Corp is a dangerous place to wander about. If you are indeed a friend of my carrier Artemis, then please, I promise you open disclosure." It was another gamble - 'Tera was devoted to her wards, but lovers could be as feckless as a chance meeting with an old friend to burn off excess. He did not rule out the possibility that, where Intern had stated "coder", that Bedlam could have been the result of just that.
But Bob had a hauntingly familiar scent...
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Post by smokedtoast on Feb 14, 2016 21:21:36 GMT -5
Curse responded quickly and efficiently. =Operative Congoraid is on her way Felis. ETA a few moments, shouldnt take too much longer.= Theres a pause before adding. "First Aid is as well, I think she heard you yelp." Cicadacon looked forward in confusion at Bedlams smushed up face. A thought comes fo mind of someone being here in secret, giving him one thought. "Ravage?..." He queries aloud already forgetting his rant.
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Post by striker on Feb 14, 2016 22:27:39 GMT -5
"It's okay" He whispered to Bedlam, "You can take Bob from him. This one won't hurt you" he explained in small words to the sparkling, keeping his hug gently and still rubbing his back. He had to snort at Cicadicon, that cat may have gotten stealth during the Beast Wars, but he had it first.
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Post by artemisprime on Feb 29, 2016 15:27:06 GMT -5
Again, the complicated sentences. And then the large Maximal and his not-talk...before, only Teebs not-talked. But Uncle 'Raj said it was okay. Uncle 'Raj would know right. Bedlam tentatively pulled away from their uncle's embrace and picked up Bob, the strange, rattling growl from the back of the throat, more frightened than angered, and maintained optic contact on the large felinoid. Approaching Felis, who kept his head at the same level as Bedlam's, they approached, until the sparkling reached out, the array in their palm now offline, and patted his brow.
"Sorry," they apologised with a sniff. "Sorry I hurt you."
"It can be fixed," Felis assured, now purring. If it would calm the young outlier, he'd give him his belly, but not with Cicadacon present. Instead, Felis summoned his best carrier-influence of [ protect | safe ] whenever he had been scared as a youth. "You did nothing wrong."
When Cicadacon mentioned Ravage, Felis held back his concern. While yes, Ravage had been allies with Artemis throughout the Great War and into the Beast Wars, it was a stretch to think he had survived prehistoric Earth. Unless he did -- the Vok worked strange science, and spacetime was nothing to the extraplanar race. But Intern's revelation gave some insight with Bedlam's carrier: historically, it was well known the phase one Earthsiders had been tight-knit.
Felis had his suspicion, but he did not voice it; let Cicadacon believe he had an ally for now.
Bedlam proceeded to pat Felis's head, the rattling growl metamorphosing into a purr as they sank against his shoulder. How he recalled that very gesture, when he had been a sparkling himself. Bedlam was tired, worn out. «It's all right,» Felis assured. «Your friend and I won't let you get hurt.»
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Post by hare on Mar 17, 2016 17:29:29 GMT -5
"....Negative." First Aid reported to herself. This was about the thirtieth viral/malware/trojan analysis she did on her teammate and the CEO of Deva Corp. And all of them came up with the same results. Negative. Whatever that put Streetwise and Deva in that condition, wasn't showing up on her personal database or oatapads. All those sleepless hours, investigating the source of her friends' conditions and trying to find a anti-virual program or something cure them, had been met with failure.
"PRIMUS SLAGGIN DAMMIT!"
She angrily throws her datapad at the wall with the anger and hatred she can muster while swearing in Cybertronian and in something that's resembling Spanish. The datapad smashes into a bunch of small pieces. She than pounds on the keyboard in frustration like she was punching her Ex in the face. "Where is it?! Where the slagging damn answer! Where?!" She quickly got out of her chair and lifts it over her head. She than hurls it with the same anger she did with the datapad. An Deva Corp employee peaks at the door to see the very angry and very rampaging medic destroying the workspace. The employee gulps and steadily and slowly walks into her office. "Ummmmm, Ms. First Aid?" the employee quietly asked her.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, ASSHOLE?!" she yells at him with her optics glowing a smoldering blue and holding a broken chair.
"....I'll come back later." With a bow, the employee quickly runs out of the office before First Aid unleashes her grievances on him
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 21, 2016 23:44:40 GMT -5
Cicadacon was so distracted by the possibility of the unseen individual being an ally that he barely registered the pair of large primate-like hands that picked him up off the ground. Congoraid nodded silently in Felis's direction as she carefully lifted the would-be despot upwards. Cicadacon just started to yawn and curl up in her arms, the sparkling half of his mind taking over as it was nap time. It probably didn't hurt that she was using the magnofields that allowed her to climb sheer surfaces in her former identity as a thief to carefully massage the small former into relaxation as well. "The kid going to be ok?" She asked softly, having just arrived on the scene. "I'd say we'd head over to your little medic, but it sounded like she was having a meltdown..." She explained, staying knelt down next to Cicadacon and holding him firmly but gently as if not to aggravate the situation much more. ******************************************** As First Aid rampages through her office, a pop up comes up on her screen. A spark signature was entering the building that the registry had on record that it had flatlined long ago... It was down in the garage, but it'd already made its way into the elevator downstairs. Something fishy was going on here.
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Post by hare on Mar 31, 2016 17:22:25 GMT -5
Between the mixture of Cybertronian and Earth styled Latin swearing and trashing some more of the office's furniture, the Protectobot heard the beep going off on her screen. First Aid snaps out of her episode and gently puts down of whats appears to be the remains of a broken chair. "Hmmm?" The medic went to her work station to see what was going on. She punched in a few commands on her keyboard and try to bring up the signature. "Okay, who the pit are you?"
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Post by striker on Apr 5, 2016 9:06:41 GMT -5
'Raj gently rubbed the back of the young sparkling. Insecticons could be so annoying, more so for a youngling just grasping his words. He was thankful that held had arrived in the form of Congoraid, and that they were able to diffuse the situation. While he would have, he really didn't like revealing himself, it made him less useful as a spy and protector.
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Post by artemisprime on Apr 11, 2016 16:58:23 GMT -5
Situation defused. Nodding a thanks to Congoraid, Felis could now concentrate on the sparkling and his (her?) protector. The more he dwelled on it, the less he speculated the former Decepticon spy and more likely an Autobot ally. Still, the cloaked figure was purposely staying that way for a reason. But he (she?) was more comfortable with him in beast mode, so beast mode he stayed.
"Hey," Felis butted the sparkling's head. "Are you and Bob hungry? Tired? Let's find your carrier, okay?"
Bedlam turned their head to regard the space behind them. A few more sniffs, and they nodded. "Bob wants rust sticks," they hiccoughed.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 17, 2016 22:23:03 GMT -5
Bringing up the signature shows First Aid the elevator in which Merkava, Vindicator, and Denslayer reside on the bottom floor. At least one of the three seems to match partial Spark Signatures to Motormaster and Calcium... a former sparkling that the records on hand said was not able to be successfully extracted in the last few Megacycles (or years, I can't remember which one is years). It made an eerie sort of sense considering Merkava was not well known when he first started attending the public academies... *********** Congoraid nodded back as she moved the sleeping Cicadacon back into her makeshift backpack turned child snuggie for the moment. She takes a moment before partially transforming into beast mode and padding herself over to the two carefully. Something about the little runt reminded her of a flicker of a memory from her past... but she wasn't exactly about to cause the situation to worsen like her naughty passenger. "Mmm, you're in luck kiddo. I think those are the special of the day upstairs." She responded, looking down at the sparkling with a goofy gorilla grin. Something seemed to bug her for just a moment as she looked back in the same direction that Bedlam had... but she doesn't seem to register Mirage. If there was someone there to make trouble, she was confident she could handle it for Felis and the little kid. Probably even be a little payback to Deva if she watched out for her older brother. ~Uh... boss.~ Intern responded over the comm line. ~I found a hit on where they got the juju to clean up the terrorcons... but I'm not sure this'll be a good path to follow. Their Blot... they got the formulas from him amazingly enough.~ This should be flummoxing at the least considering the Neo Terrorcon in question tended to only have one word in their vocabulary... 'Smash'.
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