The Anhtkythera Mechanism [narrative]
WHO: Isaac Clarke
WHAT: Done with the Decepticons, Isaac does what he can in order to take pieces of the Portal and get the hell out of Dodge.
WHERE: Begins at the Hollow.
WHEN: Saturday night.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Just Isaac's mouth and insanity.
SOUNDTRACK BEGIN
Shit's gone to hell and back ever since... well, fuck, okay, even before he got here. But things were going okay when Starscream was calling the shots. They were getting shit done. The Portal was close to being finished. Things were going to be fixed. He'd go back and help Stross and Ellie. End all of this damn Unitology crap.
Things got a little worse. And... and yeah, sure, Isaac knows he's been toeing the morally questionable line once or twice by working for the Decepticons, but after the shit Magnum's been pulling, he can't do this anymore. He cannot possibly fix the Portal for these people and help them run rampant through the damn galaxy.
So since what happened to Skyfire, he's been planning a good timing for this. How to pull it off right so he can get away with it.
First, he owes Starscream a message. He's prepped a video to display for him when the timing's right. More or less a farewell; he doesn't really hate the dumb jet, but he isn't going to stay for him either.
Starscream wants dominance. To be a damn tyrant. He can't endorse that either.
The mobile platform he's rigged together is pulled into the garage. He pauses, then lets out a little sigh.
"Okay. This is either going to great, or go really bad."
A splitting headache sears through his skull; Isaac clutches his forehead, trembling.
"And when you call up your Autobot friend, what then? What are you going to tell him? The secret you've been sitting on -- ALL of your secrets!"
"Shut up," Isaac hisses through his teeth. "Shut the fuck up! You aren't her--"
"What am I, Isaac? Your goddamn conscience? Your truth? What'll you do, Isaac?!"
The pain is not relieved, but Nicole flickers from his sight. Isaac rubs his eyes.
Steady. Just... just steady.
"Okay then," Isaac mumbles to himself, turning.
The plasma cutter is pulled out and he points; the cameras are cut down, or at least the ones that are visible and even some that were hidden. Hell, Isaac is certain he didn't even get all of Soundwave's cameras, and the move is probably going to alert the fucker, but he needs the spy to be blinded as possible right now.
Now it was go time. He rushes to the computer, rapidly typing in commands. Downloading the Portal's schematics, all of Isaac's updates, reports -- taking them directly into his RIG.
Then deletes the copies from the Hollow.
He expects he only has about three minutes or so before Soundwave knows something is up.
"Shit," he hisses to himself, trying not to shake as he raises his hand; blue energy comes out from his glove as his kinesis module activates, grabbing the most essential parts. Tearing them out of the Portal and throwing them onto the platform.
It takes longer than expected. On his own, he can't remove everything essential to the damn thing!
"Crap crap crap crap--" Yeah, he isn't going to push his luck. Isaac grabs onto the platform with the kinesis energy, pulling it with him as he heads for the door before he pings onto the network.
"Ironhide, I need a fucking pick up! NOW!"
WHAT: Done with the Decepticons, Isaac does what he can in order to take pieces of the Portal and get the hell out of Dodge.
WHERE: Begins at the Hollow.
WHEN: Saturday night.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Just Isaac's mouth and insanity.
SOUNDTRACK BEGIN
Shit's gone to hell and back ever since... well, fuck, okay, even before he got here. But things were going okay when Starscream was calling the shots. They were getting shit done. The Portal was close to being finished. Things were going to be fixed. He'd go back and help Stross and Ellie. End all of this damn Unitology crap.
Things got a little worse. And... and yeah, sure, Isaac knows he's been toeing the morally questionable line once or twice by working for the Decepticons, but after the shit Magnum's been pulling, he can't do this anymore. He cannot possibly fix the Portal for these people and help them run rampant through the damn galaxy.
So since what happened to Skyfire, he's been planning a good timing for this. How to pull it off right so he can get away with it.
First, he owes Starscream a message. He's prepped a video to display for him when the timing's right. More or less a farewell; he doesn't really hate the dumb jet, but he isn't going to stay for him either.
Starscream wants dominance. To be a damn tyrant. He can't endorse that either.
The mobile platform he's rigged together is pulled into the garage. He pauses, then lets out a little sigh.
"Okay. This is either going to great, or go really bad."
A splitting headache sears through his skull; Isaac clutches his forehead, trembling.
"And when you call up your Autobot friend, what then? What are you going to tell him? The secret you've been sitting on -- ALL of your secrets!"
"Shut up," Isaac hisses through his teeth. "Shut the fuck up! You aren't her--"
"What am I, Isaac? Your goddamn conscience? Your truth? What'll you do, Isaac?!"
The pain is not relieved, but Nicole flickers from his sight. Isaac rubs his eyes.
Steady. Just... just steady.
"Okay then," Isaac mumbles to himself, turning.
The plasma cutter is pulled out and he points; the cameras are cut down, or at least the ones that are visible and even some that were hidden. Hell, Isaac is certain he didn't even get all of Soundwave's cameras, and the move is probably going to alert the fucker, but he needs the spy to be blinded as possible right now.
Now it was go time. He rushes to the computer, rapidly typing in commands. Downloading the Portal's schematics, all of Isaac's updates, reports -- taking them directly into his RIG.
Then deletes the copies from the Hollow.
He expects he only has about three minutes or so before Soundwave knows something is up.
"Shit," he hisses to himself, trying not to shake as he raises his hand; blue energy comes out from his glove as his kinesis module activates, grabbing the most essential parts. Tearing them out of the Portal and throwing them onto the platform.
It takes longer than expected. On his own, he can't remove everything essential to the damn thing!
"Crap crap crap crap--" Yeah, he isn't going to push his luck. Isaac grabs onto the platform with the kinesis energy, pulling it with him as he heads for the door before he pings onto the network.
"Ironhide, I need a fucking pick up! NOW!"