LOG: Nemesis and Galvatron have owies, so Glit comes to fix them!
Nemesis and Galvatron have a small disagreement. Of course, it doesn't end well--for either of them.
Nemesis: *Angry!Nemesis is not a Happy!Nemesis. Especially when he is missing more than one limb, and quietly wondering just how long it'll take to reattach them this time. He would /much/ rather not try and contact Fallen or Unicron for assistance, but then again - this time, it wasn't his fault. Glances over at Galvatron, who's in similar shape*
Nemesis: ...you really are a piece of work.
Galvatron: *Yeah, well, he's still spitting curses and even pieces of himself in Nemesis's direction. Was that an arm that just went soaring past Nemi's head? I think it was! If Galvi could move his legs, he'd get up and finish the job (or so he thinks), starting with the other's head.* ...and what's that supposed to mean?
Nemesis: *Glances over at the arm. Huh. That's going to be a /bitch/ to reattach to Galvatron, and he's not all sure he wants to. Sighs, and uses his last mobile limb - his right arm - to rub his right temple. Sure, his antenna's broken, and he's missing a few fingers, but it's the thought and/or action that counts*
Nemesis: ...Galvatron. Please. Enlighten me. Did Megatron always have part of his Spark that was this -idiodic-, or are you just special?
Galvatron: I've always been special! And don't mention that name in my presence! *The shoulder joint where his arm is supposed to be sparks and fizzles, then a plume of smoke goes pooof~. He glances at it and his tirade starts all over again.*
Nemesis: ...
Nemesis: *sigh*
Nemesis: *Leans his head back against a piece of broken machinery. Oh, it's going to be a bitch to fix /that/, as well, along with everything else that's half-destroyed. Of course, he should start with himself...only his regenerative capabilities seem to be a bit overloaded at present. Which leaves him the options of waiting...or finding someone else to fix him*
Nemesis: *Not that there's any medics friendly........wait. Frowns suddenly, thinking*
Galvatron: *Has just noticed he can't seem to feel his legs, let alone move them. Ohay! A piece of his chest plate is gone too! Really, he's too busy being pissed to think beyond much else right now. Simple minded mech is simpleminded.*
Galvatron: You are going to fix me.
Nemesis: Quiet, I'm thinking.
Nemesis: *Murmured* ...it couldn't be that easy...
Galvatron: ....
Galvatron: Don't tell me to be quiet! *snarls*
Galvatron: You started this, you make it right!
Nemesis: What're you gonna do, bite my kneecaps off?
Nemesis: If you'd have just /held still/...
Galvatron: I still have one arm!
Nemesis: Oh, and I suppose you're going to poke me to death?
Galvatron: I can just beat you with the other!
Nemesis: You'll have to get over here, first!
Galvatron: ...
Nemesis: Now /let me think on how I'm going to fix this/.
Galvatron: *Flops over onto this side. It looks like he might give it a go for a minute. But he just lays there instead.*
Galvatron: Think harder.
Nemesis: Right now I'm thinking that if you damaged my transmitter, I'm going to be /very unhappy/...
Galvatron: *Looks up from the floor with a face that so obviously says "get bent...more"*
Nemesis: *Ignores*
Nemesis: *Is fiddling with his leftover, albeit bent antennae*
Galvatron: *Growling, growling, growling* Well.....?
Nemesis: I'm working on it. Being patient isn't the same as being lazy.
Nemesis: Count to a hundred.
Galvatron: ...what? Why?
Nemesis: Because once you do, I'll have gotten this under control.
Galvatron: ...in English or Cybertronian?
Nemesis: Yes.
Galvatron: ....
Galvatron: *Starts counting--outloud*
Nemesis: *At least it keeps Galvatron occupied. Continues trying to...aha. Contact has been made. Now it's just a matter of convincing...*
Galvatron: ...25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 40, 41, 42........
Nemesis: ...
Nemesis: You're doing it wrong.
Galvatron: *Was hoping he wouldn't notice*
Galvatron: *Starts over*
Nemesis: *Nods to himself*
Nemesis: They're on the way.
Galvatron: ...who? *suspiciously*
Nemesis: Glit.
Galvatron: ....who is that?
Nemesis: A medic.
Nemesis: A stupid one, but a medic nonetheless.
Galvatron: *Okay, now he's really suspicious* And where did you happen to find a medic?
Nemesis: In Ratbat's databanks.
Nemesis: Any other questions?
Galvatron: ...now you're just being purposely elusive. *Glare*
Nemesis: You asked me a question. I answered it.
Nemesis: *Snorts lightly*
Galvatron: You are impossible to deal with. I just look at you and want to rip your face off, just so you know.
Galvatron: ...I hate you. A lot.
Nemesis: Good. Once my program is complete, you can have all the fun mutilating this chassis that you want.
Galvatron: *Perks up*
Galvatron: Program?
Nemesis: ...*eyes him*
Nemesis: Why do you think I'm so intent on killing Optimus Prime? *Literally spits the name, a glob of black energon flying from his mouth*
Galvatron: Should I care?
Galvatron: He's an Autobot.
Nemesis: His death is the reason for my living.
Galvatron: ...
Nemesis: Once he's dead - there is no reason for me to continue.
Galvatron: ....that's pathetic.
Nemesis: ...what?
Galvatron: That's all you aspire to do? To be?
Nemesis: *Looking at him again*
Nemesis: I am a /virus/, Galvatron. I never claimed to be anything more. I look forwards to finishing my purpose with a desire that you cannot even begin to grasp.
Nemesis: I know exactly what I was brought online to do, and I know without a doubt that it is how I will end. What can you say about yourself?
Galvatron: *Stares at him, frowning. He can't comprehend this line of thinking. Just...settling, accepting destiny. It doesn't, for lack of better word, compute.* I'll be whatever I wish to be. A conquerer, most feared in this galaxy and all others within my reach. I'll crush those who stand in the way of my ambitions.
Nemesis: But you don't know.
Galvatron: Of course I do. *And there's conviction in his voice. It is the truth to him, and he believes it with what little spark beat in his chest.* I fought hard to be free. I won't settle for anything less.
Nemesis: No - you think you know. You believe. You have faith. But you do not have undeniable certainty that that is your destiny.
Galvatron: *Narrows his optics* I know because no matter how long it takes me, I'll make it happen. And how do you know that once Optimus Prime is dead, that's it for you? Will your spark just stop? Will you just disappear? Seems ridiculous to me.
Nemesis: My program will end, Spark or not. *Slight shrug* I can only assume my processor will shut down as a result. And as my deal with Unicron will be complete, I assume he'll take back the Spark, or let it loose. Either way...I couldn't care.
Galvatron: ....Huh. That's sad for you, I suppose. That's why I hate making deals.
Nemesis: *Snorts lightly, but doesn't say anything*
Nemesis works some magic and finds a medic
Nemesis: *And now - static for Glit. Lots of static, like someone's trying to tune in to a radio station but can't quite find it*
Glit: *in his quarters, Glit rears back and paws at his own head - it's reflexive, and doesn't actually /help,/ but it makes him feel better* *Why he's getting someone /else's/ transmission accidentally, he doesn't know*
Nemesis: *Accidentially, not quite, because after a few moments of this, a voice he more than likely doesn't recognize*
Nemesis: \\D-*ksh*-con Glit?\\
Glit: ::This is Decepticon medic Glit?::
Glit: ::-Do you need assistance, unknown transmitter?::
Nemesis: \\Yes.\\
Nemesis: \\I have a ques*kst - then the connection stabilizes*, first.\\
Glit: ::Go ahead.::
Nemesis: \\You repair anyone should they need it - correct?\\
Glit: *realization!* ::.../Ha./ Explains why you didn't know my frequency. Yes, I do. Where do I meet you?::
Nemesis: \\Tch. I'll give you coordinates once I'm convinced you're not the sort to send them out.\\
Nemesis: \\Or anything else, for that matter...\\
Glit: ::I'm on my way outside the barrier as we speak. I can convince you on the way. What proof do you need? I assume you know I've gotten into significant amounts of trouble for my hobby of repairing Autobots on the field, if you know my reputation.::
Glit: *suiting actions to words and trotting purposefully through the halls*
Nemesis: \\Let's just say all I have is a secondhand source's databanks.\\
Nemesis: \\Head east.\\
Glit: ::Right. Feel free to scan me for weapons; I don't carry any, and I'll be alone. Which one are you, if I might ask?::
Nemesis: \\...\\
Nemesis: \\Nemesis.\\
Glit: ::Thank you; I like knowing who I'm talking to.:: *and going east, as directed!*
Nemesis: \\..........tch.\\
Glit: ::Or at least a semi-plausible pseudonym.:: *is that hints of amusement? I do believe it is!*
Nemesis: \\...\\
Nemesis: \\You're either very confident...or very stupid.\\
Glit: ::I've been called both; decide for yourself when you meet me.::
Nemesis: \\Hn.\\
Glit: *going east!*
Nemesis: \\North a bit.\\ *How can he tell where Glit is? Has he perhaps inserted a slight tracking program? Maybe. Maybe he's Just That Good when it comes to guesswork*
Glit: *turns, obediently - he can run his own spyware scans later; right now he has a /patient/ to work on*
Nemesis: \\Past the city. You're looking for a run-down power plant.\\
Glit: ::All right. What's your status? I assume you're the one injured, not the other one.:: *turns that easy trot into an outright run once he's out of eyesight of the base*
Nemesis: \\We both are, actually...but that's besides the point.\\
Glit: ::Not to my mind, as I'm intending to fix you both.::
Nemesis: \\Again - either confident or stupid.\\
Glit: ::Again, you'll just have to see for yourself, won't you?::
Nemesis: \\So it seems.\\
Glit: *once he's in what /he/ considers range, Glit pauses, sits back, and takes a deep sample of the air: he was created as a search and rescue unit, and /this/ is what he /does/*
Nemesis: *It's a power plant, all right, but maybe not as run-down as one would think...it's only seemed to be closed down for a couple of months. Numerous keep out signs...and is that a 'beware of dog?'*
Glit: ::All right. I'm outside; kindly don't shoot, because I'm coming in. I won't ask you to open the door for me because I don't know how mobile you are.:: *searching for a discreet entrance*
Nemesis: \\Tch. The least thing you have to worry about is me shooting you, and Killer was scared off by the noise.\\
Nemesis: *Signs of battle lead into/from one of the larger buildings; there even seem to be a few small fires going on*
Glit: *makes his way towards the building, picking his way carefully around the fires*
And Glit Arrives!
Glit: *slips inside the building that smells the strongest of energon, and looks around to locate them*
Nemesis: *Seated inside...well...leaning against what looks like a heavily modified system panel is more like it. Is missing a few limbs, and has numerous wounds, but isn't leaking energon...just a black, tar-like substance*
Nemesis: *Glances at Glit as he enters - then at Galvatron* Told you.
Galvatron: *And in the other corner we have a Galvatron! He's missing an arm, which is smoking from the shoulder joint, his legs won't move, a piece of his chest plate is busted, wings are bent, etc. He's currently laying on his side, glaring at Nemesis*
Galvatron: *And in the other corner we have a Galvatron! He's missing an arm, which is smoking from the shoulder joint, his legs won't move, a piece of his chest plate is busted, wings are bent, etc.*
Galvatron: *He's currently laying on his side, glaring at Nemesis*
Nemesis: *See his hand over there? It's flipping Galvatron off behind his back*
Glit: Nemesis, I'm not familiar with the liquid you're losing; care to let me in? *beelines for the worst-injured of the two*
Nemesis: ...
Nemesis: It's body material. Collecting it and returning it to the chassis will suffice.
Glit: *makes an interested noise, but as Galvatron's closer (and more familiar), he's the first one Glit goes to*
Nemesis: *-oh come on that is just insult to injury. Deathglare at Galvatron*
Galvatron: *Glares back, then growls as he watches the unfamilar medic.*
Nemesis: Careful. He bites. *Can't help it*
Galvatron: *Only when you poke fingers into his face*
Nemesis: *Or if you have kneecaps*
Galvatron: *That too. >/ *
Glit: I see that. *amused, but pauses before he gets to Galvatron* You weren't the one that commed me, so I'll introduce myself. I'm Glit, I'm a medic, and I'm not armed, which you can probably tell.
Galvatron: *His stare is quite possibly downright hateful. There's another growl, deeper this time, and he shifts against the floor.* None of that means anything to me.
Glit: In which case, please wait to hurt and-or try to kill me until I'm done working on you both. *impervious to hate, judging by the dry amusement as he finishes his approach and sets to work*
Glit: *Slightly unusually for HIM, he refrains as much as he can from clambering /over/ Galvatron*
Glit: *But tiny cat is still tiny.*
Nemesis: *Watches silently, red optics narrowed a bit*
Galvatron: *Stiffens--or as much as he can. Optic widen, then narrow as a number of suspicions race through his processor.*
Glit: *does absolutely nothing that isn't repairwork, and makes sure they both can see what he's doing as well as possible. The movements have the air of long practice*
Galvatron: *Glances at Nemesis, his face relaying all tension and hostility through dimly lit optics. Doesn't like this. At. All.*
Nemesis: *Shrugs lightly. And he cares...why? Galvatron wanted to be fixed, he's being fixed.*
Glit: *and being fixed WELL, thank you!*
Galvatron: *Maybe so, but all that tension has to go somewhere. Hopefully, Glit is a quick little kitty.*
Nemesis: *Or smart enough to keep the motor controls disabled until he's finished.*
Glit: *is, actually, a quick little kitty. AND smart, thank you.*
Galvatron: *Curses! Foiled again!*
Nemesis: *Insert internet acronym of amusement here*
Nemesis: *Also, may or may not be recording this to rewatch/learn from in later days*
Glit: *There, you see? You DID want to see what Glit was doing!*
Glit: *finally does get Galvatron stable, with the worst of the damage fixed, and leaves him disabled as he heads over to Nemesis*
Glit: What can you tell me about your composition? It'll help me work on you. *sniffs the tar-like substance inquisitively*
Nemesis: *Ever smelt something that isn't so much bad or foul, but wrong?...there you go. Arches an opticridge before speaking*
Nemesis: My regenerative abilities are able to take care of my frame, assuming that it stays intact. Attach my limbs, and it will take care of the rest.
Glit: /That/ must be a useful ability. *But what is the chemical composition of wrongness? that's what Glit wants to know!*
Nemesis: *Is waaaaaiting*
Nemesis: *Would foottap if he could*
Glit: *is unable to determine the chemical composition of wrongness, and begins reattaching limbs instead! Which, well, means climbing. Also getting a sense of /how/ Nemesis is put together.*
Glit: *How his joints work, et cetera. One assumes it isn't like a normal mech's.*
Nemesis: *Technically, there isn't a chemical composition. Watches Glit with what could be seen as indifference/slight disgust. The general build is of Optimus, but it's the details - what he's made /of/ - that mark him as something else*
Nemesis: *If Glit's still interested, he's sure Unicron will be happy to share the makeup. Go bug him.*
Galvatron: *And from the other corner of the room, a quietly growling Galvatron lays immobilized. His optics are locked onto Glit, not wavering away from the small kitty.*
Glit: *is there a way to radiate nonthreatening? Yes, there is, and Glit's doin' it /right now/ as he works! He does give the occasional question to Nemesis - the likes of 'Is this how the relay connects?' and the like, but that's all*
Nemesis: *Curt is a good way to describe his responses. No more than Glit absolutely needs to fix it. Once there's a connection on his other shoulder, he rolls it, testing*
Glit: *doesn't push for more information than what he gets, and doesn't ask more than he needs* Everything reconnecting accurately? *as he starts trying to gather the tar-stuff, the composition of which he still doesn't know*
Galvatron: *Hardly threatened, more like he's found something he wants to crush instead. After awhile, he grows silent. He watches the medic flit about, very similar to the way a snake might eye a rabbit.*
Glit: *Surely rabbits exhibit fear in the face of a snake eying them like so, though? Glit shows no sign of any such thing.*
Nemesis: *Flexes a wrist* What you're failing at, my systems will account for.
Galvatron: *In his processor, everyone is a rabbit.*
Nemesis: *Is more a rat*
Glit: *makes a little noise of unhappiness* I understand your reluctance to share the more specific workings of your systems, but - well. Let me know if I can expedite anything. *and now, back to Galvatron!*
Galvatron: ....
Glit: *climbs Mt. Hateful and sets back to work on less-vital damage*
Nemesis: *Looks at Glit through red optics, narrowing them slightly as his system works with the new adjustments. The lighter wounds from Galvatron are /literally/ melding into nothing*
Galvatron: *If he could, he'd move away, or swat the medic cat away. Growls again, absolutely frustrated with his situation.*
Nemesis: That depends.
Glit: Hm? *looks up from Galvatron briefly*
Nemesis: Where's your data port? *Smirk*
Glit: Moving pretty fast for a first date, aren't you? *flicks an ear, amused, and goes back to work* *to Galvatron* Sorry about having to immobilize you, but I suspect you'd already be trying to kill me if I didn't.
Galvatron: *Eyes him from the corner of an optic. Yeah, you guessed correctly.*
Glit: *is not fazed by the hatefulness!*
Nemesis: ...
Nemesis: *ew*
Glit: *considers that a win. There shall be no uploading of virii into the medic, thank you.*
Nemesis: ...no need for it, at any rate. *Continues testing his joints and repairs, starting to get up, albeit slowly*
Glit: *eyes up and down Galvatron* There; are your diagnostics coming back clean?
Galvatron: *Now his optics flicker back to Nemesis, watching him as he rises. He'd bristle if he could. Glit's question is almost missed.* ...what?
Glit: Your diagnostics - are they coming back clear, or do I need to keep working?
Glit: *has not tuned out Nemesis's movements either, oh no*
Nemesis: *Is just testing, right now. Making sure everything is running correctly. Doesn't bother trying to transform, instead focusing in the more /important/ parts*
Galvatron: ...................*long long loooooooong pause*
Galvatron: Yes.
Nemesis: *Mainly, the system feeds, and certain...attributes, including flexing his wrist and ohay is that a needle?*
Glit: Good. *ohay that does indeed seem to be a needle, to Glit's eye* In which case, I think I'll take my leave. Comm me if either of you need additional work done.
Glit: *flips the switch turning Galvatron's motor systems back on, and leaps off to a running start for the door*
Nemesis: *Looks at Galvatron*
Nemesis: I bet I can get him faster than you can.
Galvatron: ....
Galvatron: *Is up off the floor and lunging at the door!*
Galvatron: ::Stay out of my way!::
Nemesis: *Is throwing his needle-darts! Not even bothering to chase after him. Just wants to watch for the lulz*
Glit: *NO gratitude, either of them. Well, not that Glit was expecting any. He flees pretty well, though!*
Nemesis: *Isn't trying to hit him, or has actively tried to infect him. Consider that Glit's payment*
Galvatron: *Doesn't even notice! He's chasing the kitty. Crush kitty, smash kitty, oh yeah, transform and fly after kitty?*
Nemesis: *And now, will be cleaning up. Go have fun, you two*
Glit: *Glit will take that as sufficient payment, yes. Excuse him while he flees faster, plz. Outrun Galvatron? Not likely. Out-hide him? Maybe.*
Galvatron: *Out hiding him is easy. Just hope he doesn't get upset and blow up a few square miles when he learns things aren't going his way. Lucky for Glit, angry mech has a short attention span and finds something more interesting off in the distance. Oooh...a train. A loooong one!*
Galvatron: *Out hiding him is easy. Just hope he doesn't get upset and blow up a few square miles when he learns things aren't going his way*
Galvatron: *Lucky for Glit, angry mech has a short attention span and finds something more interesting off in the distance. Oooh...a train. A loooong one!*
Glit: *long train is long. Sneaky kitty is sneaky and tiny, and a few rolls in some dirt to hide his coloration later, plus some nice cassette-style anti-detection skillz, off he goes towards home*
Nemesis: *Angry!Nemesis is not a Happy!Nemesis. Especially when he is missing more than one limb, and quietly wondering just how long it'll take to reattach them this time. He would /much/ rather not try and contact Fallen or Unicron for assistance, but then again - this time, it wasn't his fault. Glances over at Galvatron, who's in similar shape*
Nemesis: ...you really are a piece of work.
Galvatron: *Yeah, well, he's still spitting curses and even pieces of himself in Nemesis's direction. Was that an arm that just went soaring past Nemi's head? I think it was! If Galvi could move his legs, he'd get up and finish the job (or so he thinks), starting with the other's head.* ...and what's that supposed to mean?
Nemesis: *Glances over at the arm. Huh. That's going to be a /bitch/ to reattach to Galvatron, and he's not all sure he wants to. Sighs, and uses his last mobile limb - his right arm - to rub his right temple. Sure, his antenna's broken, and he's missing a few fingers, but it's the thought and/or action that counts*
Nemesis: ...Galvatron. Please. Enlighten me. Did Megatron always have part of his Spark that was this -idiodic-, or are you just special?
Galvatron: I've always been special! And don't mention that name in my presence! *The shoulder joint where his arm is supposed to be sparks and fizzles, then a plume of smoke goes pooof~. He glances at it and his tirade starts all over again.*
Nemesis: ...
Nemesis: *sigh*
Nemesis: *Leans his head back against a piece of broken machinery. Oh, it's going to be a bitch to fix /that/, as well, along with everything else that's half-destroyed. Of course, he should start with himself...only his regenerative capabilities seem to be a bit overloaded at present. Which leaves him the options of waiting...or finding someone else to fix him*
Nemesis: *Not that there's any medics friendly........wait. Frowns suddenly, thinking*
Galvatron: *Has just noticed he can't seem to feel his legs, let alone move them. Ohay! A piece of his chest plate is gone too! Really, he's too busy being pissed to think beyond much else right now. Simple minded mech is simpleminded.*
Galvatron: You are going to fix me.
Nemesis: Quiet, I'm thinking.
Nemesis: *Murmured* ...it couldn't be that easy...
Galvatron: ....
Galvatron: Don't tell me to be quiet! *snarls*
Galvatron: You started this, you make it right!
Nemesis: What're you gonna do, bite my kneecaps off?
Nemesis: If you'd have just /held still/...
Galvatron: I still have one arm!
Nemesis: Oh, and I suppose you're going to poke me to death?
Galvatron: I can just beat you with the other!
Nemesis: You'll have to get over here, first!
Galvatron: ...
Nemesis: Now /let me think on how I'm going to fix this/.
Galvatron: *Flops over onto this side. It looks like he might give it a go for a minute. But he just lays there instead.*
Galvatron: Think harder.
Nemesis: Right now I'm thinking that if you damaged my transmitter, I'm going to be /very unhappy/...
Galvatron: *Looks up from the floor with a face that so obviously says "get bent...more"*
Nemesis: *Ignores*
Nemesis: *Is fiddling with his leftover, albeit bent antennae*
Galvatron: *Growling, growling, growling* Well.....?
Nemesis: I'm working on it. Being patient isn't the same as being lazy.
Nemesis: Count to a hundred.
Galvatron: ...what? Why?
Nemesis: Because once you do, I'll have gotten this under control.
Galvatron: ...in English or Cybertronian?
Nemesis: Yes.
Galvatron: ....
Galvatron: *Starts counting--outloud*
Nemesis: *At least it keeps Galvatron occupied. Continues trying to...aha. Contact has been made. Now it's just a matter of convincing...*
Galvatron: ...25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 40, 41, 42........
Nemesis: ...
Nemesis: You're doing it wrong.
Galvatron: *Was hoping he wouldn't notice*
Galvatron: *Starts over*
Nemesis: *Nods to himself*
Nemesis: They're on the way.
Galvatron: ...who? *suspiciously*
Nemesis: Glit.
Galvatron: ....who is that?
Nemesis: A medic.
Nemesis: A stupid one, but a medic nonetheless.
Galvatron: *Okay, now he's really suspicious* And where did you happen to find a medic?
Nemesis: In Ratbat's databanks.
Nemesis: Any other questions?
Galvatron: ...now you're just being purposely elusive. *Glare*
Nemesis: You asked me a question. I answered it.
Nemesis: *Snorts lightly*
Galvatron: You are impossible to deal with. I just look at you and want to rip your face off, just so you know.
Galvatron: ...I hate you. A lot.
Nemesis: Good. Once my program is complete, you can have all the fun mutilating this chassis that you want.
Galvatron: *Perks up*
Galvatron: Program?
Nemesis: ...*eyes him*
Nemesis: Why do you think I'm so intent on killing Optimus Prime? *Literally spits the name, a glob of black energon flying from his mouth*
Galvatron: Should I care?
Galvatron: He's an Autobot.
Nemesis: His death is the reason for my living.
Galvatron: ...
Nemesis: Once he's dead - there is no reason for me to continue.
Galvatron: ....that's pathetic.
Nemesis: ...what?
Galvatron: That's all you aspire to do? To be?
Nemesis: *Looking at him again*
Nemesis: I am a /virus/, Galvatron. I never claimed to be anything more. I look forwards to finishing my purpose with a desire that you cannot even begin to grasp.
Nemesis: I know exactly what I was brought online to do, and I know without a doubt that it is how I will end. What can you say about yourself?
Galvatron: *Stares at him, frowning. He can't comprehend this line of thinking. Just...settling, accepting destiny. It doesn't, for lack of better word, compute.* I'll be whatever I wish to be. A conquerer, most feared in this galaxy and all others within my reach. I'll crush those who stand in the way of my ambitions.
Nemesis: But you don't know.
Galvatron: Of course I do. *And there's conviction in his voice. It is the truth to him, and he believes it with what little spark beat in his chest.* I fought hard to be free. I won't settle for anything less.
Nemesis: No - you think you know. You believe. You have faith. But you do not have undeniable certainty that that is your destiny.
Galvatron: *Narrows his optics* I know because no matter how long it takes me, I'll make it happen. And how do you know that once Optimus Prime is dead, that's it for you? Will your spark just stop? Will you just disappear? Seems ridiculous to me.
Nemesis: My program will end, Spark or not. *Slight shrug* I can only assume my processor will shut down as a result. And as my deal with Unicron will be complete, I assume he'll take back the Spark, or let it loose. Either way...I couldn't care.
Galvatron: ....Huh. That's sad for you, I suppose. That's why I hate making deals.
Nemesis: *Snorts lightly, but doesn't say anything*
Nemesis works some magic and finds a medic
Nemesis: *And now - static for Glit. Lots of static, like someone's trying to tune in to a radio station but can't quite find it*
Glit: *in his quarters, Glit rears back and paws at his own head - it's reflexive, and doesn't actually /help,/ but it makes him feel better* *Why he's getting someone /else's/ transmission accidentally, he doesn't know*
Nemesis: *Accidentially, not quite, because after a few moments of this, a voice he more than likely doesn't recognize*
Nemesis: \\D-*ksh*-con Glit?\\
Glit: ::This is Decepticon medic Glit?::
Glit: ::-Do you need assistance, unknown transmitter?::
Nemesis: \\Yes.\\
Nemesis: \\I have a ques*kst - then the connection stabilizes*, first.\\
Glit: ::Go ahead.::
Nemesis: \\You repair anyone should they need it - correct?\\
Glit: *realization!* ::.../Ha./ Explains why you didn't know my frequency. Yes, I do. Where do I meet you?::
Nemesis: \\Tch. I'll give you coordinates once I'm convinced you're not the sort to send them out.\\
Nemesis: \\Or anything else, for that matter...\\
Glit: ::I'm on my way outside the barrier as we speak. I can convince you on the way. What proof do you need? I assume you know I've gotten into significant amounts of trouble for my hobby of repairing Autobots on the field, if you know my reputation.::
Glit: *suiting actions to words and trotting purposefully through the halls*
Nemesis: \\Let's just say all I have is a secondhand source's databanks.\\
Nemesis: \\Head east.\\
Glit: ::Right. Feel free to scan me for weapons; I don't carry any, and I'll be alone. Which one are you, if I might ask?::
Nemesis: \\...\\
Nemesis: \\Nemesis.\\
Glit: ::Thank you; I like knowing who I'm talking to.:: *and going east, as directed!*
Nemesis: \\..........tch.\\
Glit: ::Or at least a semi-plausible pseudonym.:: *is that hints of amusement? I do believe it is!*
Nemesis: \\...\\
Nemesis: \\You're either very confident...or very stupid.\\
Glit: ::I've been called both; decide for yourself when you meet me.::
Nemesis: \\Hn.\\
Glit: *going east!*
Nemesis: \\North a bit.\\ *How can he tell where Glit is? Has he perhaps inserted a slight tracking program? Maybe. Maybe he's Just That Good when it comes to guesswork*
Glit: *turns, obediently - he can run his own spyware scans later; right now he has a /patient/ to work on*
Nemesis: \\Past the city. You're looking for a run-down power plant.\\
Glit: ::All right. What's your status? I assume you're the one injured, not the other one.:: *turns that easy trot into an outright run once he's out of eyesight of the base*
Nemesis: \\We both are, actually...but that's besides the point.\\
Glit: ::Not to my mind, as I'm intending to fix you both.::
Nemesis: \\Again - either confident or stupid.\\
Glit: ::Again, you'll just have to see for yourself, won't you?::
Nemesis: \\So it seems.\\
Glit: *once he's in what /he/ considers range, Glit pauses, sits back, and takes a deep sample of the air: he was created as a search and rescue unit, and /this/ is what he /does/*
Nemesis: *It's a power plant, all right, but maybe not as run-down as one would think...it's only seemed to be closed down for a couple of months. Numerous keep out signs...and is that a 'beware of dog?'*
Glit: ::All right. I'm outside; kindly don't shoot, because I'm coming in. I won't ask you to open the door for me because I don't know how mobile you are.:: *searching for a discreet entrance*
Nemesis: \\Tch. The least thing you have to worry about is me shooting you, and Killer was scared off by the noise.\\
Nemesis: *Signs of battle lead into/from one of the larger buildings; there even seem to be a few small fires going on*
Glit: *makes his way towards the building, picking his way carefully around the fires*
And Glit Arrives!
Glit: *slips inside the building that smells the strongest of energon, and looks around to locate them*
Nemesis: *Seated inside...well...leaning against what looks like a heavily modified system panel is more like it. Is missing a few limbs, and has numerous wounds, but isn't leaking energon...just a black, tar-like substance*
Nemesis: *Glances at Glit as he enters - then at Galvatron* Told you.
Galvatron: *And in the other corner we have a Galvatron! He's missing an arm, which is smoking from the shoulder joint, his legs won't move, a piece of his chest plate is busted, wings are bent, etc. He's currently laying on his side, glaring at Nemesis*
Galvatron: *And in the other corner we have a Galvatron! He's missing an arm, which is smoking from the shoulder joint, his legs won't move, a piece of his chest plate is busted, wings are bent, etc.*
Galvatron: *He's currently laying on his side, glaring at Nemesis*
Nemesis: *See his hand over there? It's flipping Galvatron off behind his back*
Glit: Nemesis, I'm not familiar with the liquid you're losing; care to let me in? *beelines for the worst-injured of the two*
Nemesis: ...
Nemesis: It's body material. Collecting it and returning it to the chassis will suffice.
Glit: *makes an interested noise, but as Galvatron's closer (and more familiar), he's the first one Glit goes to*
Nemesis: *-oh come on that is just insult to injury. Deathglare at Galvatron*
Galvatron: *Glares back, then growls as he watches the unfamilar medic.*
Nemesis: Careful. He bites. *Can't help it*
Galvatron: *Only when you poke fingers into his face*
Nemesis: *Or if you have kneecaps*
Galvatron: *That too. >/ *
Glit: I see that. *amused, but pauses before he gets to Galvatron* You weren't the one that commed me, so I'll introduce myself. I'm Glit, I'm a medic, and I'm not armed, which you can probably tell.
Galvatron: *His stare is quite possibly downright hateful. There's another growl, deeper this time, and he shifts against the floor.* None of that means anything to me.
Glit: In which case, please wait to hurt and-or try to kill me until I'm done working on you both. *impervious to hate, judging by the dry amusement as he finishes his approach and sets to work*
Glit: *Slightly unusually for HIM, he refrains as much as he can from clambering /over/ Galvatron*
Glit: *But tiny cat is still tiny.*
Nemesis: *Watches silently, red optics narrowed a bit*
Galvatron: *Stiffens--or as much as he can. Optic widen, then narrow as a number of suspicions race through his processor.*
Glit: *does absolutely nothing that isn't repairwork, and makes sure they both can see what he's doing as well as possible. The movements have the air of long practice*
Galvatron: *Glances at Nemesis, his face relaying all tension and hostility through dimly lit optics. Doesn't like this. At. All.*
Nemesis: *Shrugs lightly. And he cares...why? Galvatron wanted to be fixed, he's being fixed.*
Glit: *and being fixed WELL, thank you!*
Galvatron: *Maybe so, but all that tension has to go somewhere. Hopefully, Glit is a quick little kitty.*
Nemesis: *Or smart enough to keep the motor controls disabled until he's finished.*
Glit: *is, actually, a quick little kitty. AND smart, thank you.*
Galvatron: *Curses! Foiled again!*
Nemesis: *Insert internet acronym of amusement here*
Nemesis: *Also, may or may not be recording this to rewatch/learn from in later days*
Glit: *There, you see? You DID want to see what Glit was doing!*
Glit: *finally does get Galvatron stable, with the worst of the damage fixed, and leaves him disabled as he heads over to Nemesis*
Glit: What can you tell me about your composition? It'll help me work on you. *sniffs the tar-like substance inquisitively*
Nemesis: *Ever smelt something that isn't so much bad or foul, but wrong?...there you go. Arches an opticridge before speaking*
Nemesis: My regenerative abilities are able to take care of my frame, assuming that it stays intact. Attach my limbs, and it will take care of the rest.
Glit: /That/ must be a useful ability. *But what is the chemical composition of wrongness? that's what Glit wants to know!*
Nemesis: *Is waaaaaiting*
Nemesis: *Would foottap if he could*
Glit: *is unable to determine the chemical composition of wrongness, and begins reattaching limbs instead! Which, well, means climbing. Also getting a sense of /how/ Nemesis is put together.*
Glit: *How his joints work, et cetera. One assumes it isn't like a normal mech's.*
Nemesis: *Technically, there isn't a chemical composition. Watches Glit with what could be seen as indifference/slight disgust. The general build is of Optimus, but it's the details - what he's made /of/ - that mark him as something else*
Nemesis: *If Glit's still interested, he's sure Unicron will be happy to share the makeup. Go bug him.*
Galvatron: *And from the other corner of the room, a quietly growling Galvatron lays immobilized. His optics are locked onto Glit, not wavering away from the small kitty.*
Glit: *is there a way to radiate nonthreatening? Yes, there is, and Glit's doin' it /right now/ as he works! He does give the occasional question to Nemesis - the likes of 'Is this how the relay connects?' and the like, but that's all*
Nemesis: *Curt is a good way to describe his responses. No more than Glit absolutely needs to fix it. Once there's a connection on his other shoulder, he rolls it, testing*
Glit: *doesn't push for more information than what he gets, and doesn't ask more than he needs* Everything reconnecting accurately? *as he starts trying to gather the tar-stuff, the composition of which he still doesn't know*
Galvatron: *Hardly threatened, more like he's found something he wants to crush instead. After awhile, he grows silent. He watches the medic flit about, very similar to the way a snake might eye a rabbit.*
Glit: *Surely rabbits exhibit fear in the face of a snake eying them like so, though? Glit shows no sign of any such thing.*
Nemesis: *Flexes a wrist* What you're failing at, my systems will account for.
Galvatron: *In his processor, everyone is a rabbit.*
Nemesis: *Is more a rat*
Glit: *makes a little noise of unhappiness* I understand your reluctance to share the more specific workings of your systems, but - well. Let me know if I can expedite anything. *and now, back to Galvatron!*
Galvatron: ....
Glit: *climbs Mt. Hateful and sets back to work on less-vital damage*
Nemesis: *Looks at Glit through red optics, narrowing them slightly as his system works with the new adjustments. The lighter wounds from Galvatron are /literally/ melding into nothing*
Galvatron: *If he could, he'd move away, or swat the medic cat away. Growls again, absolutely frustrated with his situation.*
Nemesis: That depends.
Glit: Hm? *looks up from Galvatron briefly*
Nemesis: Where's your data port? *Smirk*
Glit: Moving pretty fast for a first date, aren't you? *flicks an ear, amused, and goes back to work* *to Galvatron* Sorry about having to immobilize you, but I suspect you'd already be trying to kill me if I didn't.
Galvatron: *Eyes him from the corner of an optic. Yeah, you guessed correctly.*
Glit: *is not fazed by the hatefulness!*
Nemesis: ...
Nemesis: *ew*
Glit: *considers that a win. There shall be no uploading of virii into the medic, thank you.*
Nemesis: ...no need for it, at any rate. *Continues testing his joints and repairs, starting to get up, albeit slowly*
Glit: *eyes up and down Galvatron* There; are your diagnostics coming back clean?
Galvatron: *Now his optics flicker back to Nemesis, watching him as he rises. He'd bristle if he could. Glit's question is almost missed.* ...what?
Glit: Your diagnostics - are they coming back clear, or do I need to keep working?
Glit: *has not tuned out Nemesis's movements either, oh no*
Nemesis: *Is just testing, right now. Making sure everything is running correctly. Doesn't bother trying to transform, instead focusing in the more /important/ parts*
Galvatron: ...................*long long loooooooong pause*
Galvatron: Yes.
Nemesis: *Mainly, the system feeds, and certain...attributes, including flexing his wrist and ohay is that a needle?*
Glit: Good. *ohay that does indeed seem to be a needle, to Glit's eye* In which case, I think I'll take my leave. Comm me if either of you need additional work done.
Glit: *flips the switch turning Galvatron's motor systems back on, and leaps off to a running start for the door*
Nemesis: *Looks at Galvatron*
Nemesis: I bet I can get him faster than you can.
Galvatron: ....
Galvatron: *Is up off the floor and lunging at the door!*
Galvatron: ::Stay out of my way!::
Nemesis: *Is throwing his needle-darts! Not even bothering to chase after him. Just wants to watch for the lulz*
Glit: *NO gratitude, either of them. Well, not that Glit was expecting any. He flees pretty well, though!*
Nemesis: *Isn't trying to hit him, or has actively tried to infect him. Consider that Glit's payment*
Galvatron: *Doesn't even notice! He's chasing the kitty. Crush kitty, smash kitty, oh yeah, transform and fly after kitty?*
Nemesis: *And now, will be cleaning up. Go have fun, you two*
Glit: *Glit will take that as sufficient payment, yes. Excuse him while he flees faster, plz. Outrun Galvatron? Not likely. Out-hide him? Maybe.*
Galvatron: *Out hiding him is easy. Just hope he doesn't get upset and blow up a few square miles when he learns things aren't going his way. Lucky for Glit, angry mech has a short attention span and finds something more interesting off in the distance. Oooh...a train. A loooong one!*
Galvatron: *Out hiding him is easy. Just hope he doesn't get upset and blow up a few square miles when he learns things aren't going his way*
Galvatron: *Lucky for Glit, angry mech has a short attention span and finds something more interesting off in the distance. Oooh...a train. A loooong one!*
Glit: *long train is long. Sneaky kitty is sneaky and tiny, and a few rolls in some dirt to hide his coloration later, plus some nice cassette-style anti-detection skillz, off he goes towards home*