[Transformers] Ghost Unit | Reciprocation
Series: The Ghost Unit
Title: Reciprocation (24)
Setting: IDW Transformers, inspired by the "What's Wrong with a Little Destruction" 'verse by ajremix
Note: Many thanks to rexlapinii and ajremix for beta-ing!
Summary: In which the team, er, recruits a new member. Or something like that anyway.
Reciprocation
"Kid, don't threaten me. There are worse things than death, and uh, I can do all of them."
~ The Plague, Hackers
The hacker curled up around the cord from which he was suspended, twisting in a desperate frenzy. The local slumlord's enforcers were right on the other side of the door and he suspected whatever passed for the law was close behind (if they weren't already pounding at the door with the enforcers already doing so, anyway). He had no idea how they'd all suddenly converged upon his location but he had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with his current interlocutor. Maybe it also had something to do with the fact that he'd been playing several sides of the criminal elements in this district against each other for perhaps a bit too long, as well, but he preferred to not reflect on that particular detail (nor the implications, which were all gory, painful and extremely final.)
"Look, ya maniac! Yer supposed to be savin' us civilians and all that slag, right? Well, chopchop! Get to it an' START SAVIN'!" he snarled, shaking one small fist furiously at the shades of grey figure standing at easy attention a few feet away from him. Another crunching sound resonated in through the room and the single door leading within crumpled a bit further.
"Technically, I should put you under arrest of some sort," the femme mused, tilting her head to the side as she inspected the much smaller mech, then looked back down at the data pad she held in hand. "Do you really have a turbo-rat alt mode? That wasn't anywhere in your profile," she murmured with a fascinated undertone to her voice, apparently entirely unaware of their imminent doom. "That must be very useful... And breaks nearly fifty-three regulations that I can think of off the top of my processor." She straightened up, looking at him disapprovingly. "You've been a very bad mech." The chiding undertone to her voice made it entirely clear that she was unimpressed with him for that.
An indignant sputter laced with an impressive assortment of swear words greeted her comment and the femme's optics dimmed before she peered down at her data pad, flicking open a side screen to take down a few notes. The smuggler stopped in mid-tirade as he realized exactly what she was doing. "Spank me with a spanner...you're glitched. I'm gonna die here, with a glitched femme quoting regulations at me and takin' notes on cussin'..."
"Well..." Pulling out another data pad, she ticked off a few items with clawed fingertips, then flipped it around (and upside down) for the smuggler to read. "Hmm. If you truly want help, I suppose this might work. If you'll just imprint your electronic marker here?" She beamed at him, even as a support beam fell to the floor nearby, the dust whirling about them and briefly cloaking the walls of the room from their view.
Looking at the enlistment form gleaming up at him steadily from the datapad, the smuggler gaped in disbelief. "You... you..."
"You'll need to confirm the release forms for the medical procedures as well," the femme said helpfully before moving the data pad into his range. "Oh! This would also actually help us resolve the little matter of your alt form breaking regulations," she added wisely. "It's entirely all right if we're the ones sanctioning your alt mode for official purposes, after all! Well. Unofficially so."
"...I hate you." With a vicious snarl, the hacker slapped away at the datapad, his signature pinging away sullenly on the form a moment later. Fallout accepted the signed form, pleased. Tucking it away safely in slim case which was then stashed away in a hold, she reached up to help her new partner untangle himself. Noting his strained attention on the door - which would soon give way - she decided to give him a break.
#Salvo? Wild? Why don't you come on in and say hi to our new teammate?#
The sight of two mechs crashing through the far wall, one whooping wildly in glee and the other serenely ambling away, didn't really do much to calm the hacker down, though he did at least freeze from the sheer shock, giving Fallout ample time to finish disentangling him. And it certainly gave those who had just broken the door down a moment or two to stare in surprise before a cheerfully howling Salvo and a disturbingly amiable Wildside mowed them down.
Title: Reciprocation (24)
Setting: IDW Transformers, inspired by the "What's Wrong with a Little Destruction" 'verse by ajremix
Note: Many thanks to rexlapinii and ajremix for beta-ing!
Summary: In which the team, er, recruits a new member. Or something like that anyway.
Reciprocation
"Kid, don't threaten me. There are worse things than death, and uh, I can do all of them."
~ The Plague, Hackers
The hacker curled up around the cord from which he was suspended, twisting in a desperate frenzy. The local slumlord's enforcers were right on the other side of the door and he suspected whatever passed for the law was close behind (if they weren't already pounding at the door with the enforcers already doing so, anyway). He had no idea how they'd all suddenly converged upon his location but he had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with his current interlocutor. Maybe it also had something to do with the fact that he'd been playing several sides of the criminal elements in this district against each other for perhaps a bit too long, as well, but he preferred to not reflect on that particular detail (nor the implications, which were all gory, painful and extremely final.)
"Look, ya maniac! Yer supposed to be savin' us civilians and all that slag, right? Well, chopchop! Get to it an' START SAVIN'!" he snarled, shaking one small fist furiously at the shades of grey figure standing at easy attention a few feet away from him. Another crunching sound resonated in through the room and the single door leading within crumpled a bit further.
"Technically, I should put you under arrest of some sort," the femme mused, tilting her head to the side as she inspected the much smaller mech, then looked back down at the data pad she held in hand. "Do you really have a turbo-rat alt mode? That wasn't anywhere in your profile," she murmured with a fascinated undertone to her voice, apparently entirely unaware of their imminent doom. "That must be very useful... And breaks nearly fifty-three regulations that I can think of off the top of my processor." She straightened up, looking at him disapprovingly. "You've been a very bad mech." The chiding undertone to her voice made it entirely clear that she was unimpressed with him for that.
An indignant sputter laced with an impressive assortment of swear words greeted her comment and the femme's optics dimmed before she peered down at her data pad, flicking open a side screen to take down a few notes. The smuggler stopped in mid-tirade as he realized exactly what she was doing. "Spank me with a spanner...you're glitched. I'm gonna die here, with a glitched femme quoting regulations at me and takin' notes on cussin'..."
"Well..." Pulling out another data pad, she ticked off a few items with clawed fingertips, then flipped it around (and upside down) for the smuggler to read. "Hmm. If you truly want help, I suppose this might work. If you'll just imprint your electronic marker here?" She beamed at him, even as a support beam fell to the floor nearby, the dust whirling about them and briefly cloaking the walls of the room from their view.
Looking at the enlistment form gleaming up at him steadily from the datapad, the smuggler gaped in disbelief. "You... you..."
"You'll need to confirm the release forms for the medical procedures as well," the femme said helpfully before moving the data pad into his range. "Oh! This would also actually help us resolve the little matter of your alt form breaking regulations," she added wisely. "It's entirely all right if we're the ones sanctioning your alt mode for official purposes, after all! Well. Unofficially so."
"...I hate you." With a vicious snarl, the hacker slapped away at the datapad, his signature pinging away sullenly on the form a moment later. Fallout accepted the signed form, pleased. Tucking it away safely in slim case which was then stashed away in a hold, she reached up to help her new partner untangle himself. Noting his strained attention on the door - which would soon give way - she decided to give him a break.
#Salvo? Wild? Why don't you come on in and say hi to our new teammate?#
The sight of two mechs crashing through the far wall, one whooping wildly in glee and the other serenely ambling away, didn't really do much to calm the hacker down, though he did at least freeze from the sheer shock, giving Fallout ample time to finish disentangling him. And it certainly gave those who had just broken the door down a moment or two to stare in surprise before a cheerfully howling Salvo and a disturbingly amiable Wildside mowed them down.