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playfultyrant) wrote2021-09-21 06:11 am
playfultyrant) wrote2021-09-21 06:11 am
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IC VoiceMail
Leave a Message for the new Lord.
Leave a Message for the new Lord.
Antlers is a interesting fellow. He reminds him a lot of Exarchon. Powerful and yet still so shortsighted. Someone who possesses the ability to deliver freedom to all! But only desired to put everyone in chains in the end. Sad really. At least this Antlers didn't want to eat the All Spark. That he knew of.
He was still out there somewhere. And with the vendetta he had and the whole control freak to the extreme persona he oozed... well Skywarp was quite certain he wasn't far.
It took a bit of trial and error, poking his head out through the No Place here and there whenever he decided to try his luck, but eventually he popped out into a promising looking cockpit. Hands clasped behind his back he leaned over the controls, optics glimmering at the autopilot settings.
Bingo!
He whistles an upbeat little tune he shuts the autopilot off and takes the manual controls, and deliberately sets the ship off track.
He was still out there somewhere. And with the vendetta he had and the whole control freak to the extreme persona he oozed... well Skywarp was quite certain he wasn't far.
It took a bit of trial and error, poking his head out through the No Place here and there whenever he decided to try his luck, but eventually he popped out into a promising looking cockpit. Hands clasped behind his back he leaned over the controls, optics glimmering at the autopilot settings.
Bingo!
He whistles an upbeat little tune he shuts the autopilot off and takes the manual controls, and deliberately sets the ship off track.
[Deckerd has been restlessly prowling the ship since he'd last messaged Starscream and Gunmax. He's been rotating options as to why and how both Shadowmaru and Kagerou would have fallen out of all contact, and as a member of security he has plenty of access to files that encourage all of his most fear driven theories]
[Maybe, Shadowmaru hasn't gone home at all. Maybe he'd just been taken somewhere else, where he has been prevented from being found or responding. And maybe the same thing had now befallen his brother]
[The antlered Megatron is close to the ship, and has made contact with someone he has manipulated in the past. It is not an unreasonable assumption to make that he could have taken advantage of both Braves and simply decided not to advertise this fact. So Deckerd finally wedges himself into a corner of the ship he rarely frequents and powers up his datapad]
Antlers. I know you are within close enough range to receive and respond to this. There are crew members aboard the ship who have fallen out of all contact. You, meanwhile, have precedent for harming and manipulating AI. Where are you.
[Maybe, Shadowmaru hasn't gone home at all. Maybe he'd just been taken somewhere else, where he has been prevented from being found or responding. And maybe the same thing had now befallen his brother]
[The antlered Megatron is close to the ship, and has made contact with someone he has manipulated in the past. It is not an unreasonable assumption to make that he could have taken advantage of both Braves and simply decided not to advertise this fact. So Deckerd finally wedges himself into a corner of the ship he rarely frequents and powers up his datapad]
Antlers. I know you are within close enough range to receive and respond to this. There are crew members aboard the ship who have fallen out of all contact. You, meanwhile, have precedent for harming and manipulating AI. Where are you.
[Two days later, right on schedule, Nova Storm's icon appears on Antler's HUD. When the audio call it joined, Nova is already halfway through screeching a rant]
-verything about you and your head is too big and your helmet is stupid! And you can bend over and suck your own port because there is no way I'm going to tell you that there's a group away on a mission as we speak for something called a hunt, which means people are presumably going to be gruesomely murdered. Optimus Primal, Gold Mask, Cayde, and Leonardo all went.
Before that, I disappeared and went home for a little while. Asshole human took my wings and then control of my body from me, made me hunt my sister like a dragging turbofox and is this what you wanted to hear, or should I go on and tell you about how before that, those useless wastes of metal ammonites on the last mission told me-
[Nova Storm's mouth audibly slams shut. Her voxcoder clicks and clicks and clicks again as she redoubles her efforts to resist whatever it was he'd done to her!]
No! [She snarled, attempted to, but it was more than half a hiccup] Shut up shut up shut your wretched face hole, my lord! Get out of my head!
-verything about you and your head is too big and your helmet is stupid! And you can bend over and suck your own port because there is no way I'm going to tell you that there's a group away on a mission as we speak for something called a hunt, which means people are presumably going to be gruesomely murdered. Optimus Primal, Gold Mask, Cayde, and Leonardo all went.
Before that, I disappeared and went home for a little while. Asshole human took my wings and then control of my body from me, made me hunt my sister like a dragging turbofox and is this what you wanted to hear, or should I go on and tell you about how before that, those useless wastes of metal ammonites on the last mission told me-
[Nova Storm's mouth audibly slams shut. Her voxcoder clicks and clicks and clicks again as she redoubles her efforts to resist whatever it was he'd done to her!]
No! [She snarled, attempted to, but it was more than half a hiccup] Shut up shut up shut your wretched face hole, my lord! Get out of my head!
Edited 2024-07-22 21:17 (UTC)
[ It seems someone has infiltrated Antler's ship again. There is an offering in the cockpit. A rubber duck with a tiny crown. However the moment the duck is picked up... the crown crumbles. How sad! ]
[Wheeljack has only just been released from the medibay following the disaster with the social media challenges, and huddles in his new, despised habsuite with the secondary datapad gotten from Annie and Leo. He scowls uncomfortably down at it, already wincing in preparation of punishment, but he starts typing anyway]
Lord Megatron. I have been
[He spends another few long seconds almost physically recoiling from his datapad before continuing with the message]
deliberating these past few weeks. I wanted to hear it from you. Why did you feel the need to do the things you have done since arriving, to Quickman or Nova Storm or
[Another, longer, pause]
anyone? You were my lord. My person. You didn't have to force me to stay.
Lord Megatron. I have been
[He spends another few long seconds almost physically recoiling from his datapad before continuing with the message]
deliberating these past few weeks. I wanted to hear it from you. Why did you feel the need to do the things you have done since arriving, to Quickman or Nova Storm or
[Another, longer, pause]
anyone? You were my lord. My person. You didn't have to force me to stay.
[When the call is accepted, Wheeljack is halfway through a ragged, too fast vent that is closer to a sob] M-m-my lord! [He gasped in an agony, feeling like it was ripped out of him and leaving him raw and shaking] Please, don't- don't hang up, I- I-
[There was a moment that couldn't truthfully be called silence, because Wheeljack filled it with a wounded, despairing sound and a screech of his fingers digging into his arms where he hugged himself]
I'm sorry... I have been weak, and in that weakness, I failed you over and over and abandoned you the way I swore I never would, and- and-
[Another screech of metal on metal]
And the only Good Child is an obedient one! [Wheeljack gasped, rocking in a vain attempt to self soothe. He could feel that phrase pounding into his processor even now like the ground shattering thud of his lord's footsteps approaching him through flames, there to bear him away from danger]
Please forgive me...
[There was a moment that couldn't truthfully be called silence, because Wheeljack filled it with a wounded, despairing sound and a screech of his fingers digging into his arms where he hugged himself]
I'm sorry... I have been weak, and in that weakness, I failed you over and over and abandoned you the way I swore I never would, and- and-
[Another screech of metal on metal]
And the only Good Child is an obedient one! [Wheeljack gasped, rocking in a vain attempt to self soothe. He could feel that phrase pounding into his processor even now like the ground shattering thud of his lord's footsteps approaching him through flames, there to bear him away from danger]
Please forgive me...
[OOC: Immediately takes place after this
June Mingle interaction thread between Terra and Donatello. Heed the trigger warnings as noted in one of the posts threaded inside the link.]
[Upon teleporting right back into a secluded part of the Observatory Room, Terra couldn’t help but let loose. It sounded almost hysterical, partially out of relief and partially out of incredulity, but Terra couldn’t care less. Eventually, Terra settles himself down with a deep sigh … but not before opening up the communication device to call in a certain somebody that he has first met during his arrival at the R2.]
Megatronus! Long time no see, now hasn’t it? As tempting as it would’ve been to ask how you’ve been faring outside, I believe I have something that may be in your best interests.
Something one would call … important intel. Something that could … help you take back what is yours. In fact, you’ll never believe what you can gather from a mere ship like the R2, especially with how lowly they are compared to us kindred souls.
June Mingle interaction thread between Terra and Donatello. Heed the trigger warnings as noted in one of the posts threaded inside the link.]
[Upon teleporting right back into a secluded part of the Observatory Room, Terra couldn’t help but let loose. It sounded almost hysterical, partially out of relief and partially out of incredulity, but Terra couldn’t care less. Eventually, Terra settles himself down with a deep sigh … but not before opening up the communication device to call in a certain somebody that he has first met during his arrival at the R2.]
Megatronus! Long time no see, now hasn’t it? As tempting as it would’ve been to ask how you’ve been faring outside, I believe I have something that may be in your best interests.
Something one would call … important intel. Something that could … help you take back what is yours. In fact, you’ll never believe what you can gather from a mere ship like the R2, especially with how lowly they are compared to us kindred souls.
Edited 2025-06-06 00:38 (UTC)
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