We don't miss a single step... [OPEN]
WHO: Shockwave, in his guise as Logan Praxis... AND YOU~ DELIGHTFUL OPEN LOG HOORAY
WHAT: TransTech Shockwave decides that it's high time he pretended to be a squishy human again to get a nice look at you guys. INFOGATHERING
WHERE: ANYWHERE. EVERYWHAR. SHOCKWAVE IS WATCHING YOU.
WHEN: After the shenanigans in Zone 6 have calmed down enough
NOTES: 1. Please tag in seperate threads! Note what zone you're in, what's going on around it, and so on. Any format (quick or TL;DR) is fine.
2. Logan Praxis is Shockwave's facsimilie avatar - a vat-cloned human with extensive modifications that is essentially a drone puppet controlled from a distance. Logan has a heavily reinforced skeleton and powerful regenerative capabilities, so he can survive even getting stepped on by your average mech. ... not well, but he can survive it. If anyone bothers to background check him, they'll find that he's a data clerk in the Offworlder division of the Ministry of Science - a relatively high ranking one, considering his species. His family is all dead, killed in various accidents (all the fault of negligent TransTechs) and he is approximately seventy-five years old... but still looks ambiguously thirty. He's fourth generation Nexus-born - his grandparents were from 20th century Earth, and so he's lived here his entire life.
All lies, of course, since he was really grown in a vat about twenty five years ago by Shockwave, and doesn't even have a mind of his own - he IS Shockwave with a different face.
If you have any questions, ask them here in [[OOC Brackets]]
BWAHAHA enjoy.
Everything looked so large, from down here.
It struck Shockwave every time, the way it all looked. How tall the buildings were. How tall the mechs. It afforded him a certain perspective. A certain... humility.
So much work to do...
He'd been working so hard, lately. Mostly paperwork. Mostly throwing off the trail of the other TransTechs. He'd been so caught up in his work that he simply hadn't had time for this.
In-person observation. Qualitative as opposed to quantitative.
The sensations were different, too. He couldn't see in multiple spectra anymore, nor could he feel down to nearly the atomic level.
But there was still something about chemical processes of thinking, about purely biological ways of feeling that enticed him. It was primitive, yes... but unique.
Sometimes, he wondered if he wasn't just a little perverse.
He began in Zone One, weaving his way deftly between the feet of gawking TransTech tourists, walking beside the sparkling fountains near the crystal gardens. He wandered down into Zone 2, walking through a hydroponic farm and stealing a single tomato, using a jammer to keep the tiny nanocameras from catching him. He walked through the mist of a watering drone as he bit into the succulent fruit, then walked through a group of clucking chickens before reaching the edge of the farm and making his way back into the streets of Zone 3. He walked along rusted catwalks and paused to admire the clanging machines of industry, marveling at how different they looked from this angle.
He would see every district today. And, with luck, he'd meet some of his... subjects.
He wanted to get to know them. As well as he'd gotten to know Magnum. Perhaps better, even...
Because while they were merely test subjects, they were also the future of Axiom Nexus. Or would be part of it, even if only as failures along the way.
He smiled. He finished his tomato, and he continued his walk...
WHAT: TransTech Shockwave decides that it's high time he pretended to be a squishy human again to get a nice look at you guys. INFOGATHERING
WHERE: ANYWHERE. EVERYWHAR. SHOCKWAVE IS WATCHING YOU.
WHEN: After the shenanigans in Zone 6 have calmed down enough
NOTES: 1. Please tag in seperate threads! Note what zone you're in, what's going on around it, and so on. Any format (quick or TL;DR) is fine.
2. Logan Praxis is Shockwave's facsimilie avatar - a vat-cloned human with extensive modifications that is essentially a drone puppet controlled from a distance. Logan has a heavily reinforced skeleton and powerful regenerative capabilities, so he can survive even getting stepped on by your average mech. ... not well, but he can survive it. If anyone bothers to background check him, they'll find that he's a data clerk in the Offworlder division of the Ministry of Science - a relatively high ranking one, considering his species. His family is all dead, killed in various accidents (all the fault of negligent TransTechs) and he is approximately seventy-five years old... but still looks ambiguously thirty. He's fourth generation Nexus-born - his grandparents were from 20th century Earth, and so he's lived here his entire life.
All lies, of course, since he was really grown in a vat about twenty five years ago by Shockwave, and doesn't even have a mind of his own - he IS Shockwave with a different face.
If you have any questions, ask them here in [[OOC Brackets]]
BWAHAHA enjoy.
Everything looked so large, from down here.
It struck Shockwave every time, the way it all looked. How tall the buildings were. How tall the mechs. It afforded him a certain perspective. A certain... humility.
So much work to do...
He'd been working so hard, lately. Mostly paperwork. Mostly throwing off the trail of the other TransTechs. He'd been so caught up in his work that he simply hadn't had time for this.
In-person observation. Qualitative as opposed to quantitative.
The sensations were different, too. He couldn't see in multiple spectra anymore, nor could he feel down to nearly the atomic level.
But there was still something about chemical processes of thinking, about purely biological ways of feeling that enticed him. It was primitive, yes... but unique.
Sometimes, he wondered if he wasn't just a little perverse.
He began in Zone One, weaving his way deftly between the feet of gawking TransTech tourists, walking beside the sparkling fountains near the crystal gardens. He wandered down into Zone 2, walking through a hydroponic farm and stealing a single tomato, using a jammer to keep the tiny nanocameras from catching him. He walked through the mist of a watering drone as he bit into the succulent fruit, then walked through a group of clucking chickens before reaching the edge of the farm and making his way back into the streets of Zone 3. He walked along rusted catwalks and paused to admire the clanging machines of industry, marveling at how different they looked from this angle.
He would see every district today. And, with luck, he'd meet some of his... subjects.
He wanted to get to know them. As well as he'd gotten to know Magnum. Perhaps better, even...
Because while they were merely test subjects, they were also the future of Axiom Nexus. Or would be part of it, even if only as failures along the way.
He smiled. He finished his tomato, and he continued his walk...