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WHO; Jetfire, Nemesis Prime
WHAT; Mad evil dark SCIENCE.
WHERE; Nemesis's 'laboratory', Zone 6
WHEN; Night cycle.
WARNING; (non-PC)Death, (non-PC) mutilation. Nothing too graphic, hopefully, but please take note that this log has potential bad things. :)
( Dig that hole, forget the sun. )
WHAT; Mad evil dark SCIENCE.
WHERE; Nemesis's 'laboratory', Zone 6
WHEN; Night cycle.
WARNING; (non-PC)Death, (non-PC) mutilation. Nothing too graphic, hopefully, but please take note that this log has potential bad things. :)
( Dig that hole, forget the sun. )
Comments 17
And a new chance to consider exactly where his place in it was.
It was a subject he was beginning to worry about, especially with the way the Zones fit everyone into neat sets of easily accessed subjects for experimentation...and with the way mechs had been disappearing of late. In a way, that made him more and more eager to come down into the hovels, getting away from where he could be readily traced or observed and giving him an opportunity to learn without fearing observation himself.
And...what Nemesis showed him....
Well.
It was better to be out of the light for this.
It was better to learn of this, to know both how to combat it and how to use it...because it was one of the few things he suspected even the Transtechs did not know about ( ... )
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Nemesis briefly looked up from his collection, red optics narrowing slightly as he considered the words. "...small portions of energon," he finally admitted. So small as to be considered trace amounts, mere drops were all he could process...or couldn't, rather, those systems being decayed. It was simply that anything more than a mouthful would inevitably cause damage or at least pain to the ill-used systems, as they tried to harvest energy in to that which no longer required it ( ... )
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And then stopped, as he finally got a good look at the work-room they spent most of their time in, and Nemesis' words sank in.
It smelled oddly.
He didn't often sample from his olfactory senses often, but the way the light was glinting off of something oily on their current subject's berth...
Jetfire took a step back, when he saw a finger twitch.
"Nemesis. Where...did you find this one?" Immediately, he began running new scans, checking to see if the mech in question Nemesis was cutting into was, in fact, actually offline.
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Nemesis trailed off, watching Jetfire. Ah. So he had noticed. Here, now, was the true test of Jetfire's character. Whether he was a scientist, or just an intelligent processor playing at one.
"I believe they call it 'The Heap'," he answered casually, setting down the tool and coming from around the body. "They also say it is where mechs go to die. Which would explain the condition I found this one in." He made a gesture towards the body.
"I am not a medic, but I know enough to repair a chassis - and to know when even an expert surgeon's work would be a waste. If you would care to look at his spark chamber."
It wasn't quite a request.
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