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Post by Corvid on Jul 10, 2018 4:29:05 GMT
Few places in the Crescent Fortress were as volatile, or as important, as this one. Tables in a variety of assortments could be found throughout the room with equipment of differing utility and purpose clustered together according to type. The ceiling was lined with functional vents to allow for better circulation to this room than most of the rest of the base, and the floors were littered with holes and pockets to allow for the drainage of liquids. The walls held several flame retardant receptacles to provide for the case of an unfortunate lab experiment accident, which apparently weren’t uncommon if anything could be told from the scorch marks caught in corners and under the edges of certain tables in hard-to-get-to spots where routine cleaning clearly hadn’t reached.
Locked and unlocked cabinets alike provided an assortment of chemicals, metals, basic weapons, armor, and the materials necessary to alter and upgrade them, as well as other lab equipment; everything a scientist would need to practice their craft. The laboratory was fully stocked. And anything was left to be desired for the more ambitious practitioners, all dangerous and unstable materials were kept in a storage closet just down the hall.
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Post by twomp on Jul 11, 2018 1:51:13 GMT
Nightlock a massive specimen for Cybertonians like all titans, was already at work in the Labortory when the base wide hail called, he stopped what he was doing, proading and experimenting on a T-cog, his life long obsession and goal, to master the T-cog and alter the alt modes of all transformers, would be put on halt for now, not that he cared, for anything anymore. Getting up to full height his Minicon Venomshard slithered onto his arm that was still resting on the table as he looked with his three eyes for whoever was coming to visit the room, "Shall we be off then?" she asked with what could only be described as annoyance, though she always sounded that way. "Not yet..." he responded opening his mincon hatch on his chest as his life long friend attached herself to him, "Not intill incompetence shows." He said walking to table putting his claws on it as he waited for them to show.
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Post by Amphesiina on Jul 11, 2018 7:12:27 GMT
A few clicking of peddes against the harder metallic floor echoed off the walls as the larger door frame stirred to life rolling back the large automatic sliding doors in the heavy-duty type, allowing the group to make their entrance. The three of them, anyways- tallest members of the Pyrocons. Kydro was bringing up the rear, a look of a stirring mind revving along through many different thoughts flashing through him. He didn't seem too bothered to pay attention to much going on in the room. A taller seeker, HeatRay passed up Swordflare as he near emotionlessly led them in, flickering his optics around the room and observing the other cybertronians present. Finally taking up position in the middle was the second seeker, Swordflare, who was nervously tapping the tips of his longer claw-digits together. His lenses flickered around like someone on drugs, staring up all the chemicals and tools with growing excitement.
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Post by Highwire | Livewire on Jul 12, 2018 15:11:13 GMT
It was with mild annoyance that Livewire returned to the laboratory. It seemed typical that one of the few times he ventured out of the lab to take a comm., he would then be summoned there shortly after. That was fine; he'd just leave it even less than he already did. As he entered the lab, his optics were trained on the datapad in his hand, which he scrolled through at an exceedingly quick pace. He didn't pay any attention to the others in the room, seemingly disinterested in anything outside of his blueprints. Silence was all he offered. With his large wings swept behind him, he strode across the lab to his chosen workplace; one of the workbenches situated in the corner of the lab. His dark paint job allowed him to blend in quite nicely, save for the bright accents of red and his glaring yellow optics. It was then that he allowed himself to wonder what they could have possibly been summoned for. Could it be to do with the ordeal at the Purple Obsidian Outpost? Or maybe whatever his sister was dealing with, who knows. He didn't much care.
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Post by Corvid on Jul 12, 2018 15:57:47 GMT
When she entered, the last thing Fauxwing was expecting to walk in on was a room of dead scientists. Second to last, a room of quiet ones. She might just have preferred the first. Such a lively bunch, embracing their orders with such alacrity it was almost overwhelming. "T'sk." Always so eager to talk her audials off about their own projects at a moments notice, those science types, but when she had something for them to do their enthusiasm always seemed to wane. No matter. And ah, yes- the Pyrocons. Knowing what she would soon drop into the laps of that wayward group, she could just imagine the griping they'd soon subject her to. Yet, Fauxwing's spirits could hardly be dampened by this group of shining socialists. No, what she had was too good a thing for anyone to be able to spoil her mood. After their leader had spent some moments silently surveying the room, she looked back to the door, impatient for her prize's arrival in Gnitav's hands.
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Post by Amphesiina on Jul 12, 2018 18:30:07 GMT
Their optics flickered over to the entrence, all three pairs- still waiting for a possible fourth- when the shape of Fauxwing filled in. Swordflare was of course the first idiot to open his mouthpiece- as usual.
"Oh great. She's here. Guess the party ain't lively enough."
Heatray stepped on his pedde and clammed the mech up. Kydro now shifted uncomfortably at the quietness from the scientists in the room... the silence from Fauxwing... he decided this most likely was not about to end well for them..... he cleared his vocals
"We're missing a fourth-- Scorch, he should be arriving soon. Forgive him he has rather short legs."
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Post by vating on Jul 13, 2018 3:27:35 GMT
Gnitav walked into the laboratory, looking around at the crowd of people. He these were all brainy people for the most part and well... He wasn't. He moved the crate over to an open table and set it down. Then walked next to Fauxwing, "Cargo arrived." His face was cold, expressionless, kinda bored, and mostly uncaring for the current events. He's waiting for the first opportunity to murder and destroy.
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Post by Corvid on Jul 15, 2018 17:03:14 GMT
As soon as Gnitav had entered with the case, Fauxwing approached it, motioning for the large mech to take post in the corner of the room, and out of her way. Then, without further ado, she began her briefing. She opened the case, revealing what was inside to the group.
"Ceralyth cores." Everyone in the room could feel the power radiating from eight energy crystals in the case, making for an almost intoxicating feeling from this close. Fauxwing gave way to a muted shudder from the feeling, herself, before she mustered the resolve to continue with the briefing. "Each of these powerful energy crystals was once the inner system of an Ceralyth, the energivore scourge that plagues all mechanical life in the universe beyond the Fields of Resonance."
"A single crystal has the power of a neutron star... or so it's said."
"While not all the rumors about Aerolyth cores can be believed, they are undoubtedly a valuable resource. But sadly, unstable. Which is why you've all been gathered here."
"I don't care to hear the minutia of how they work, only that they do. They're useless in their present state. I need them weaponized. However it can be done, do it. You have all of Crescent Fortress's resources at your disposal, and as long as it is of benefit to the Decepticons, full liberty to use the crystals as you see fit." A dangerous grin accompanied the squinted eyes of a glare she gave to all members of the group. "All three of them." Only granting three of the eight crystals could have meant anything. That she already had plans for the rest, perhaps. Or perhaps she simply didn't trust them with the rest. Either way, she seemed pleased with the restriction, her pleasure practically a taunt inviting any member of the group to complain. For those who had seen her in the war room, this was a much different Fauxwing from before.
"And these," she continued, "are your test subjects." A hand reached out to make a grand gesture toward the grouped up Pyrocons. "Kydro and his Pyrocons, including the-" here, she had to pause to make sure. And glad that she did, she found two missing where there should only have been one. "Two not present here. They will perform any live testing necessary for the weapons you develop. No questions asked. Consider them a resource of the project just the same as the three crystals are." Then it came time to address Kydro, leader of the Pyrocons, who had not been informed of this, their group's new role at Crescent Fortress. "And Kydro- You will see to it that there are no questions asked. This is in addition to your duties tied to Purple Obsidian's attack. When new information comes in, I will decide which of your team's roles takes priority. Until then, you answer to the science division."
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Post by twomp on Jul 15, 2018 22:00:15 GMT
Nightlock looked at the new test subjects...so that was how it was going to be? He thought for a second. “I have a few ideas..” He explained to the party of scientists...”I can possibly fit our troops with limited hover capabilities using this power source but I must have cooperation with you all.” He told the scientists in the room.
he had no illusion that hey would want to help him, but he hoped that instead of weapons they would use something that didn’t result in mass death, because they need all the troops they could get.
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Post by Highwire | Livewire on Jul 16, 2018 2:59:32 GMT
Livewire straightened when Fauxwing stepped in- he was disinterested, but he wasn't disrespectful. He placed his datapad face down, watching her attentively as she began her briefing. The sheer energy emanating from the cores made his spark lurch in his chest, and he had to suppress the shiver that threatened to travel up his wings. His optics seemed glossed over, already deep in thought about what could be done with the crystals, brimming with power. The possibilities were endless- he had never gotten his hands on one before. The restriction placed did not faze him; he knew firsthand that authority tended to be wary of so-called science types and their experiments.
He shifted his attention to the Pyrocons, narrow optics scanning their frames as if he were dismantling them in his mind. His gaze was almost predatory. Yes, what to outfit them with, what would work best- he needed to draft some blueprints.
"Apologies, but I specialise in weapons." He addressed Nightlock coolly, quick to dismiss his idea. He could work on his little hover trick all he wanted, just not with Livewire. He turned back to their commander, wings folded back as he saluted. "Yes, sir. Will that be all?"
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Post by Amphesiina on Jul 17, 2018 7:56:03 GMT
It was complicated to describe all the emotions running through Kydro's processor the moment that the box was opened, both him and Heatray remained silent-- while next to them, a small hissing whine escaped from Swordflare- his wings doing an awkward little dance with optics that looked like they were going to pop out of his helm. Kydro already took half a step back, visibly shaken by what was about to come next.... Being called down here with a bunch of scientist. Yeah, he knew where this was going. So when she finally said it--
Well, he was angry. A visible snarl just barely curled at the corner of his lip that finally broke his calmer expression. It was mild, subtle; he wasn't pleased with this and he expressed it visibly, but he remained silent. It felt like this was rushed. The attack on an outpost- and then impulsively trying to create some sort of monster with a power source they weren't even sure of. To fight... what? What were they even against? He wasn't aware any new information coming up from their recent, very recent, missions out there. Of course the Pyrcons had been sitting around, but. He wasn't sure what was going on anymore. Something had destroyed the miners, someone, and that somehow triggered this craze. They shouldn't be here. They should be recovering and building up one another to find someone to replace his twin--when the time was right.... Now, their leader was unsure their outcome from being merged with these, crystals. In the lives of the scientists he had never even met.
Swordflare squaked and reeled back, using Heatray as a mecha meatshield.
"WHOA-- WHOA-- TEST SUBJECTS?" Kydro and Ray could feel the anxiety almost exploding out of the mech. "No- no. Nope. Not again-"
"Swordf-"
"No. I'll slaughter you al-"
Heatray pushed the mech to stand behind him quite forecively while Kydro thought, ignoring the mech like usual. Ray comforted the mech with a low coo, draping an arm around his companion's shoulders. They almost stood the same height- Flare being the taller, they almost looked the same. Ray being a bit more bulky. Swordflare calmed a bit, but still glared at the crystals in the case. Kydro turned his helm finally when he did a recount of the Pyrocons.
Four.
There was the sound of tiny clicking feet from a minicon throwing himself through the doors practically, skidding to a total hault at the scene. Scorch's optics bugged out of his helm with Faux's back turned to him- some glowing case open that hurt his spark, Scientists-- the smaller flier reeled back before Kydro beckoned him over with a slow incline of his index finger.
"I'm late... no... I'm deadI'mdeadI'mdeadI'mdead-" Scorch kept repeating quietly to himself.
Shyly, the smaller mech coward over to the Pyrocons. He immediately noticed the condition of Swordflare, and found sanctuary behind Kydro sort of. Half behind him... trying to make it not look like he was hiding completely. Kydro folded his arms and nodded his helm to Fauxwing to finally make a reply to her.
"Understood."
His short answer was all the needed to be said, he'd keep his word... But grouped together they could feel one another's sparks more fully. HeatRay was honestly the calmest one there- Despite Kydro's outter appearance, he was just as nervous as the others. He was simply concerned about their well-being, it was obvious this group was a bit... different. Barely hanging by a thread. They were still weak, still a bit traumatized, still unsure. This whole raw energy business that none knew anything about would either cure them--
Or destroy them.
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Post by Corvid on Jul 18, 2018 4:32:39 GMT
Ah, and the scientists were already getting along. She liked to see that.
More than that, Fauxwing liked to see a proper salute- oh, how her spark soared with confidence in this officer, in particular.
“No,” she replied. “There is one more matter of business that concerns you.”
“Some of you may have worked closely with another officer, Sea Gate. He’s been transferred as of today, and will not be joining you. A part of the deal made with Commander Harbinger in the reassignment of personnel to respond to Purple Obsidian.”
She watched with a steely gaze as the fourth and penultimate member of the Pyrocons finally joined the group. Other than her harsh stare, Fauxwing had no further punishment to dole out for the absence. Swordflare’s protests fell on deaf ears, as all Fauxwing heard was the affirmative “understood” from Kydro. Now that the final member of the group was here, she could move them along.
“In the meantime, Kydro, take your team and join Gnitav in our training facilities. One fight, no lethalities.” Her dangerous smile at the group returned, and amplified... perhaps it was a trick of the light, or perhaps their commander was merely cruel.
“I hope you spent your free time getting situated- because you won’t have much of that anymore.”
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Post by twomp on Jul 18, 2018 17:24:51 GMT
Nightlock grabbed one of the crystals, his optics zooming analyzing it, he was thinking of ways to make his idea work, unlike most other scientists who should have been related to weapon makers, Nightlock was more into the utility that these crystals could give their soldiers. It would be difficult to try and make it so that all soldiers could benefit from the least amount of energy from the crystal but not impossible, ”Tell me, how many in here are going to use this to make a weapon?” he asked looking at the other Decepticon scientist as he said this gienuly interested in what they were going to say and do.
He looked to the team, he felt something akin to pity for them, but he turned to their leader, ”I would request your assistance in my lab when you and your team is free.” is all he said.
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Post by Amphesiina on Jul 21, 2018 5:24:20 GMT
Kydro lifted his rdiating crimson lenses once more to their commander as yet more was assigned to them.
Scorch looked hella flushed as he cowered from Faux's gaze- ducking his helm down and scootching another step behind Kydro.
Then- they all tensed. "Team" and "Gnitav" in one sentence made Swordflare nearly faint from spark failure. Heatray had to catch him and make sure he was still stable on his peddes. Scorch released a small mewl and Kydro-- well he remained silent as usual. Only, now he was glaring. Clear abuse to his team and he returned this with a coldness of his stiffened stance.
"Gladly."
He replied rather cooly, refusing to give her any rise of amusement. He didn't want her to have the pleasure of watching him squirm. Flare apparently popped back to life as he began to ball his fist and beat it into the palm of his servo.
"Alright I've been itching for a fight but--- I can't help but feel like we're being punished." The silver seeker hissed in an undertone to the rest.
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Post by vating on Jul 23, 2018 3:31:07 GMT
Gnitav looked to all the Pyracons and began to spool his scrapmaker. "Fight well. Don't disappoint me." He turned around and walked down the hall to the training room. He wasn't at all worried about what was about to happen. He'd much rather shoot something than think about the morals of it anyways.
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