Post by smokedtoast on Apr 3, 2017 1:35:51 GMT -5
~Its not enhancers.~ was the Mantra that Fossa had to tell herself as she continued to analyze the latest samples of her two patients. A former Zoologist, Fossa had found herself a well known commodity Post-War of the Spark. While most had retained the beast modes and forms they had been returned to cybertron with, there were a select few who looked for something new for their look.
They came to Fossa and her employers Deal and DoubleDeal, the leaders of the rebel faction the Dealers and developers of the first prototype nannite treatments used by Slingshot to eventually develop the enhancers. A purely scientific equivalent of reformatting for those who could not stand the spiritual teachings of Optimus Primal and his followers.
But these were not the same. On a purely cosmetic level, the materials used to warp so many cybertronians in what became known as the Payload Incident looked like enhancers. They performed some of the same functions, but where the enhancers added data and commands to the CNA... these 'retro-hancers' as they had been called rewrote, replaced. Infected the individual as it were, rewriting their history and personality in a way that reminded her of stories of the old days. She looked over to her fellow reseacher for a moment, biting her lip. "Ratcatcher... Do you know of any mnemosurgeons that still function?" She asked with a curious tone.
While she was intelligent in her own right, Fossa did not have the experience of being in the Great War as her new friend. Few had suspected as much, largely due in part of Ratcatcher's own involvement in the War of the Spark and the recent revelation that she herself had been exposed to retro-hancers. She had always been assumed to be a namesake, a legacy. Few would assume the gruff security officer to be the same as the medic who had helped reclaim Delphi after the extermination of the DJD.
"I believe I may have found a link... but I need someone with more first hand knowledge." She pauses for a moment, noting the time. "And it's almost time to check on our remaining patients as well." She added, looking to the entrances to the living quarters of their two guests. Streetrocket had been returned to a curious state... a vehiconesque state that refused to be reformatted. Payload herself was oddly still under the effects of the treatment for retro-hancers herself. She was still reverting... to something not even she had knowledge of. She had taken note that the frustrated former CEO had grown smaller, looked younger with her reversions. But nothing like seen with enhancers and there were parts growing out as she shedded armor. A part of her was concerned how far this could go.
They came to Fossa and her employers Deal and DoubleDeal, the leaders of the rebel faction the Dealers and developers of the first prototype nannite treatments used by Slingshot to eventually develop the enhancers. A purely scientific equivalent of reformatting for those who could not stand the spiritual teachings of Optimus Primal and his followers.
But these were not the same. On a purely cosmetic level, the materials used to warp so many cybertronians in what became known as the Payload Incident looked like enhancers. They performed some of the same functions, but where the enhancers added data and commands to the CNA... these 'retro-hancers' as they had been called rewrote, replaced. Infected the individual as it were, rewriting their history and personality in a way that reminded her of stories of the old days. She looked over to her fellow reseacher for a moment, biting her lip. "Ratcatcher... Do you know of any mnemosurgeons that still function?" She asked with a curious tone.
While she was intelligent in her own right, Fossa did not have the experience of being in the Great War as her new friend. Few had suspected as much, largely due in part of Ratcatcher's own involvement in the War of the Spark and the recent revelation that she herself had been exposed to retro-hancers. She had always been assumed to be a namesake, a legacy. Few would assume the gruff security officer to be the same as the medic who had helped reclaim Delphi after the extermination of the DJD.
"I believe I may have found a link... but I need someone with more first hand knowledge." She pauses for a moment, noting the time. "And it's almost time to check on our remaining patients as well." She added, looking to the entrances to the living quarters of their two guests. Streetrocket had been returned to a curious state... a vehiconesque state that refused to be reformatted. Payload herself was oddly still under the effects of the treatment for retro-hancers herself. She was still reverting... to something not even she had knowledge of. She had taken note that the frustrated former CEO had grown smaller, looked younger with her reversions. But nothing like seen with enhancers and there were parts growing out as she shedded armor. A part of her was concerned how far this could go.