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randomplaces2009-03-23 03:32 pm
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Nexus. Near Blackout's kingdom. Apoleia
Blackout turned away from the sign area, absently closing the wireless 'net link she'd been perusing as she waited for replies. A check in with her symbiont showed him busy nibbling on one of the bits of astromech that were scattered around the floor of the main room.
She rumbled and praised him, then checked in with Hormah and gave her firstsparked permission to bring Requiem and Beamrider and report to Auspex. To Sheol was given leave to go to the Nexus library and glean data, and Pink was ordered to leave Scorponok alone and to stand watch over the base till Blackout should return.
That left Mouse....
Blackout scanned for the big youngster, then growled softly and walked faster as she found her readings far too close to that which Blackout herself was going to see. //Mouse, turn left and patrol the canyons in quadrant ceta.//
//Ja, mien frau,// came the ready answer, as placid as ever. Mouse's signature moved away from the little hidden valley.
Blackout relaxed slightly, though her steps continued to eat up the ground. Soon she herself was at the valley and turning sideways to slip through the crack that gave egress to it. The pocket of green was barely bigger than an average 21st century human house, but it had been big enough to hold the couch and what else she'd needed to create the black mech who now lay recharging on a bed of shattered bushes.
She paused to contemplate him as he slept, nodding her satisfaction that she could see very little in his facial features to suggest his other code donor. Though she'd weighed her options long and carefully and decided that the benefits of using that particular mech's coding outweighed the risks she had no desire that his identity should be known. If the unnamed mech ever managed to recover data from the drinking spree that had left him insensate and tried to bring up what had happened he would be dealt with. To the world this rookie would be Blackout's own creation- as Sheol was, and even he himself need never know anything to the contrary.
He was smaller than Requiem and Sheol, she noted, and less spiked. One of the larger human fighter jets might fit him.
As she watched his mouth moved silently, and then crimson optics opened to look up at her curiously.
"Do you know me?" she asked, wondering how much of the programming she'd given him he'd already processed.
"Blackout." His voice was deep, but of a different timber than Requiem's, closer to the unnamed mech's but not close enough to rouse suspicion. "My commander. I live to serve you."
-Until the others teach you to live to serve me and loud music,- she thought to herself with a slight smirk.
"Do you know who you are?" she asked aloud.
"No." He paused in the act of getting to his feet and looked up at her again, his gaze full of a newspark's curiosity and wonder. "You haven't given me a name yet."
Blackout nodded and waited till he was upright and ready to move, then turned to lead him away from the place where he'd been created. "Apoleia."
"Is that my name?"
"Yes." She slipped through the crack and started toward the base without looking back or offering him assistance.
"What does it mean?"
"Destruction. Ruin."
"Those are good things?"
"They're what we were created for."
"Yes, my lady."
"Good." She smiled. "Now come, and I'll get you more fuel."
She rumbled and praised him, then checked in with Hormah and gave her firstsparked permission to bring Requiem and Beamrider and report to Auspex. To Sheol was given leave to go to the Nexus library and glean data, and Pink was ordered to leave Scorponok alone and to stand watch over the base till Blackout should return.
That left Mouse....
Blackout scanned for the big youngster, then growled softly and walked faster as she found her readings far too close to that which Blackout herself was going to see. //Mouse, turn left and patrol the canyons in quadrant ceta.//
//Ja, mien frau,// came the ready answer, as placid as ever. Mouse's signature moved away from the little hidden valley.
Blackout relaxed slightly, though her steps continued to eat up the ground. Soon she herself was at the valley and turning sideways to slip through the crack that gave egress to it. The pocket of green was barely bigger than an average 21st century human house, but it had been big enough to hold the couch and what else she'd needed to create the black mech who now lay recharging on a bed of shattered bushes.
She paused to contemplate him as he slept, nodding her satisfaction that she could see very little in his facial features to suggest his other code donor. Though she'd weighed her options long and carefully and decided that the benefits of using that particular mech's coding outweighed the risks she had no desire that his identity should be known. If the unnamed mech ever managed to recover data from the drinking spree that had left him insensate and tried to bring up what had happened he would be dealt with. To the world this rookie would be Blackout's own creation- as Sheol was, and even he himself need never know anything to the contrary.
He was smaller than Requiem and Sheol, she noted, and less spiked. One of the larger human fighter jets might fit him.
As she watched his mouth moved silently, and then crimson optics opened to look up at her curiously.
"Do you know me?" she asked, wondering how much of the programming she'd given him he'd already processed.
"Blackout." His voice was deep, but of a different timber than Requiem's, closer to the unnamed mech's but not close enough to rouse suspicion. "My commander. I live to serve you."
-Until the others teach you to live to serve me and loud music,- she thought to herself with a slight smirk.
"Do you know who you are?" she asked aloud.
"No." He paused in the act of getting to his feet and looked up at her again, his gaze full of a newspark's curiosity and wonder. "You haven't given me a name yet."
Blackout nodded and waited till he was upright and ready to move, then turned to lead him away from the place where he'd been created. "Apoleia."
"Is that my name?"
"Yes." She slipped through the crack and started toward the base without looking back or offering him assistance.
"What does it mean?"
"Destruction. Ruin."
"Those are good things?"
"They're what we were created for."
"Yes, my lady."
"Good." She smiled. "Now come, and I'll get you more fuel."