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 Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 7:38 am
 But really, when you think about it, organics had come pretty far. They had to create themselves, eat each other, get big and complex enough to use stone, bone, and wood tools, and then create everything they would need. When you really sat down and thought about it in detail, organics had come pretty far in just a few, short billion years. True, they were only just reaching the complexity Cybertronians had from day one, but Cybertronians could just reverse-engineer the slag out of their bodies to get something they wanted.
Mind you...Cybertronians probably didn't reverse engineer themselves on the back of a couch in the surprisingly quiet shop with a Charr-head screwdriver, careful to lay each piece of their nullray out so that it could be easily reassembled. Rebel's Ambition, son of Decepticon Air Commander Starscream and the sentient Teggeran computer Technology Kills, had been at it for twenty cycles now, and he was starting to have a few doubts that he'd ever be able to figure out how it worked.
And he needed to figure it out; his sister, Cometstrike, was a Seeker without nullrays! How could she enter into combat without a Seeker's primary weapons? His best bet was to copy his own nullrays and give them to her.
With his mind thus occupied, Reb was paying no heed to the shop at large; a bad idea when deeply entrenched in enemy territory.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 5:40 pm
 Ditching the safety of his mother's eye Fusion wondered off. He's mother was too protective over him and his brother. He couldn't understand why. She was worried about something. Bah. Adults were weird. Speaking of which...
Fusion's ear flicked to the quiet clicking of what sounded like a screwdriver. Huh. Now what was that? The kit canted his head curiously before spotting the couch. The sound seemed to be coming from over there. With a quick hop and and a scurry the kit sat on the back of the couch much like a cat would, watching quietly.
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 12:30 pm
 Tell Cometstrike all that mumbo jumbo about organics coming pretty far and she'd laugh in your face after commenting on your fried circuits. The only things she ever commended them on was their persistence; no matter how many she managed to obliterate, five more seemed to pop up in its place. This was more annoying than anything else, but it also meant more targets to practice on once she got her shiny new nullrays.
She couldn't deny being more than a little jealous of her brother being born with their father's trademark weapons. She wanted nothing more than to be like Starscream and without them she felt like she would never be able to accomplish that. So when Reb had offered to reverse engineer his own nullrays to make her some it was something she simply couldn't resist. And while she knew nothing of the mechanics that went into reproducing a nullray, she had every intention of helping her brother figure it out. Thus she found herself in the shop, knee deep in organics and scanning the area for Reb.
He was easy to find, his energy signature all to familiar to her to not be picked out in but a few seconds. What she wasn't expecting to find was one of the Autobot kits hanging around near by. Knowing it was Reb's job to make friends with the Autobots to act as a spy, Commie decided to keep her distance to avoid compromising his mission. However, she stayed close by; if the kits were around the father would be as well and she wasn't about to leave her brother alone with that kind of danger lurking around.
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 12:58 pm
It took Reb a few cycles for the part of his processor that was paying attention to finally convey to the rest of him the fact that an Autobot energy signal--a little off from the rest, but definitely an Autobot energy signal--was nearby. Very nearby. Startled, Reb turned towards the back of the couch, shuttering his optics rapidly to turn the screens that served as his optics a friendly blue. The last thing he wanted to do was loudly advertise his intentions to wipe out organics for good.
He found himself staring into the brilliant red-orange visor of one of Jazz's sparklings. Half of him instantly went into a panic; luckily, the other half of him was in control of his body, and stopped the rest of him from scattering the various components of his weapons. Just act cool, pretend there's nothing wrong with this! Besides, that's your sister's energy signal nearby, you'll be fine. "Hi!" he said with an enthusiastic grin. "Whassup?" He kept one hand on his screwdriver and did another sweep of the area with his sensors.
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