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[CLOSED, IN-PROGRESS] When the Devil is too busy, and Death's a bit too much
WHO: Cameron Hodge, Starscream
WHERE: The Association for the Interests of Public Safety'sgiant robot construction facility perfectly innocent research and development lab.
WHEN: Friday
SUMMARY: EVIL PLOTTING, IT IS AFOOT.
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Notes: contains vastly inaccurate technobabble by someone who doesn't know shit about jet engines.
Starscream had come into work very late, thanks to a massive hangover. He hadn't even know what it was until he looked it up on a whim.
"... really? Really?" had been his first, angry reaction; that human bodies were so mind-bogglingly inefficient. In his original shape, overcharging generally didn't leave any effects that were too horrible the next morning, save the indignity of your comerades reminding you that you'd somehow been hanging on Megatron's arm all night, babbling about the good old days with him and -
Well, that was in the past.
Still, he did show up, having taken painkillers and was now feeling a bit better. The new prototypes of the dog bots were looking good; he'd improved their range of motion and the audio; he had a few prototypes of cat bots on the table, and was trying to think of other useless garbage he could sell humans.
And then there were the other items.
Prototypes of a lightweight, skin-tight armor with pads that reacted to faint magnetic fields in objects to let it cling efficiently to walls, with ways to channel venom and webbing; a working mockup of a wing harness to reinforce and strengthen a pair of insect wings while still allowing them to beat fast enough to attain lift; some examples of very, very carefully shielded electronics designed to resist both severe sonic pulses and EMP bursts; thin filaments of wire that would conduct his own energy blasts, letting him bend them around corners; miniscule high efficiency arc reactors; and, finally, his crowning achievement, the jet engines.
They were small, but incredibly efficient. Somehow he'd managed to get them to run like a true Cybertronian engine - without fossil fuels. They would work around his own ability to fly - he'd tested this - while increasing his lift and maneuverability. What remained to be seen is if they would work without that innate ability.
Still, he'd hit a nasty snag - he needed titanium alloys and other rare parts of the kind used to build, well, military aircraft. And that was a little hard to find.
Still... "The universe favors the persistent," he repeated to himself quietly as he put the finishing touches on a catbot prototype.
WHERE: The Association for the Interests of Public Safety's
WHEN: Friday
SUMMARY: EVIL PLOTTING, IT IS AFOOT.
FORMAT: Paragraph
Notes: contains vastly inaccurate technobabble by someone who doesn't know shit about jet engines.
Starscream had come into work very late, thanks to a massive hangover. He hadn't even know what it was until he looked it up on a whim.
"... really? Really?" had been his first, angry reaction; that human bodies were so mind-bogglingly inefficient. In his original shape, overcharging generally didn't leave any effects that were too horrible the next morning, save the indignity of your comerades reminding you that you'd somehow been hanging on Megatron's arm all night, babbling about the good old days with him and -
Well, that was in the past.
Still, he did show up, having taken painkillers and was now feeling a bit better. The new prototypes of the dog bots were looking good; he'd improved their range of motion and the audio; he had a few prototypes of cat bots on the table, and was trying to think of other useless garbage he could sell humans.
And then there were the other items.
Prototypes of a lightweight, skin-tight armor with pads that reacted to faint magnetic fields in objects to let it cling efficiently to walls, with ways to channel venom and webbing; a working mockup of a wing harness to reinforce and strengthen a pair of insect wings while still allowing them to beat fast enough to attain lift; some examples of very, very carefully shielded electronics designed to resist both severe sonic pulses and EMP bursts; thin filaments of wire that would conduct his own energy blasts, letting him bend them around corners; miniscule high efficiency arc reactors; and, finally, his crowning achievement, the jet engines.
They were small, but incredibly efficient. Somehow he'd managed to get them to run like a true Cybertronian engine - without fossil fuels. They would work around his own ability to fly - he'd tested this - while increasing his lift and maneuverability. What remained to be seen is if they would work without that innate ability.
Still, he'd hit a nasty snag - he needed titanium alloys and other rare parts of the kind used to build, well, military aircraft. And that was a little hard to find.
Still... "The universe favors the persistent," he repeated to himself quietly as he put the finishing touches on a catbot prototype.
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Of course, he'd stil mention it.
For awhile now, he'd been considering trusting one certain worker on some of the things he had kept to himself since arrival. The lab was the only place he was willing to discuss things, much as it had been when organizing The Right. Never out in the open office, but in a place he deemed safe.
"Mr. Astrum!" He shouted upon entering.
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"Yes, oh high and mighty I mean, sir, I mean, boss," he spluttered. Just like old times, really...
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"Are you busy?" He asked.
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"Just some tinkerings with robotics," he said. "Stuff that could potentially have more, ah, military application, which was my specialty back home." All completely true, of course. "Hyperefficient generators, miniature jet engines; some experiments in human-computer interfacing and mediating AI's, and so on..."
Really he wasn't even inventing anything new; he was merely re-adapting technologies and principles he already knew to a new situation.
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"Military, you say? Are you referring to weapons, Mr. Astrum?"
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Fine. Admit it. Perhaps Hodge would be interested after all.
"I suppose you could call them weapons. I'm trying to develop powered armor, something to emulate that so-called Iron Man's power. Even the playing field, as it were. I don't have any actual weapons for them yet," which was true - the weapon systems of every design save Waspinator's relied on their own natural abilities, "but I could easily develop some actual weapons. Or apply the armor principles to remotely controlled robots..."
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Hah, robots! Interesting. Hodge had really hired the right man for this job.
"Robots? Hm. I feel as if the cause has been a little too peaceful." Hodge explained, adjusting his glasses as he talked. "Though the city is being given the facts, Mutants are still destroying everything."
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He began to pace, slightly, gesticulating as he spoke. "Surely you recall the copymachine robot I built? Similar to that, but with guns. You'd never see it coming, really, and the robots could look like anything - mailboxes, personal computers, portable stereos, guns, cars, motorcycles; in the future I'd even heard of models that could pose as animals and plants. The key element was always surprise."
All of it was mostly true. Starscream HAD built robots himself - the Combaticons, for example, and those he'd created on a remote desert island from little more than scrap metal and the removed sparks of traitors to the Decepticon cause. The excitement was obvious on his face - if Hodge went along with this, if Hodge wanted weapons he wouldn't even have to go on a raid with Thundercracker to find new materials - all he needed would be dropped right in his lap.
... though he might still go raiding anyway.
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"I see." Hodge responded, hiding the general happiness he was feeling. Though he did have a hidden advantage in this city, he wanted to put off using it as long as he could. Robots such as mentioned could prove very worthy to his cause, and perhaps even help him deal with the certain few he had an eye on. "See what you can do, then. I would like to see protypes for various weapons."
Hodge paused. "But as for Rimmer? Keep it from him for now. This is your project."
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"Naturally. Rimmer," he gave a sigh. "Sometimes I wonder about his dedication to the cause, useful as he is... no matter."
"Out of curiosity, what do you have in mind for weapons, Hodge?" he asked. "Are there any mutant abilities you're particularly worried about countering? I'm talking, say, heat resistant plating for use against pyrokinetics; sonic disrupters to try to interfere with the meddlings of psychics... snares to take out fliers... the more information I have the more easily I can specifically tailor weapons to your needs," he said.
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"Perhaps, phasing." Hodge responded. "As well with psychic. Anything would be helpful, mind you. They're all threatening."
Fliers could stay out of it, though. Hodge had his own agenda for Warren Worthington.
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It was the Decepticon way, really - betrayal and deceit. Starscream knew, logically, that he should protect Rimmer, that he should keep the man as an ally, in confidence so that when he eventually betrayed Hodge he'd have an ally...
But he couldn't help it. Even saying the words brought him a certain satisfaction. Was this the first betrayal he'd committed in this city? Such a small one, so... unspectacular. He must be getting rusty.
Well. The true fireworks would happen later.
"Hmm. I'd need to know how those powers work. Or perhaps find some way to test defenses... no, that's impossible, unless you can find me subjects to test things on. Still, I'm not familiar with phasing and psychic attacks, I'd need more information before I could develop adequate countermeasures. I do know ways disrupt teleportation, to block some kinds of scanners, ways to deal with speedsters... I can give you a list of materials..."
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"Subjects." Hodge nearly laughed. The city was littered with possible subjects, a few already in his head. "We could easily grab one. There's a girl on the network who seems to know things. If we could gain her knowledge, it would assist us greatly, and help you with your work."
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