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 Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 4:34 pm
Don't assume your vices get handed down the line,
That a parent's blood suffices to condemn the child's design
I've done wrong, I can't deny, but at least I know that I
I cannot blame that on my stock, well, this may come as quite a shock,
But I'm no chip off any block, I wouldn't wish those words on anyone!
Like father...Like son!
...He's lost all sense of reason, and why? Some foreign slut!
Not only is that treason, some doors are slammin' shut
Now, just like me, he's found that flesh can excite but will enmesh
Once we rid him of this blight, once that harlot's out of sight
Then I think he'll see the light, he won't walk back to Daddy, he will run
Like father...like son!
My name is Rebel's Ambition, and welcome to the world we will conquer!
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 5:09 pm
Navigational Chart
I My Name is Rebel's Ambition, and Welcome to My World
II Navigational Chart
III All About Reb
IV Reb's Adventures
V Reb's World
VI Reb's Story
VII--XV Reserved
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 6:44 pm
 General Information:
Name: Rebel's Ambition
Aliases: Reb
Gender: Male
Quote: "Victory is made of the ashes of one's enemies." --Starscream (quoted from his original toy's bio)
Theme Song: Praise Be To Decepticon
Likes: computers, technology, danger, excitement, learning
Dislikes: organics who "abuse" technology, Megatron, Optimus Prime, Luddites
About: Reb is the son of Air Commander Starscream and the Tekna 9.2, aka Technology Kills. He's a bit hard to fathom; while he's more tolerant than the rest of his family of organics, he claims that all organics misuse technology and therefore hates them for it. The only ones who don't "abuse" technology are people who hate technology, so he hates them anyway.
He's gentle and somewhat sweet to his friends, but he's a smiling, deferential bundle of disaster to his enemies. He plans someday to serve his father's faction by spying on the Autobots. It should give him enough danger to excite him for millennia to come.
Always the most tolerant member of his family, Reb eventually fell in love, to his horror and the horror of the rest of his family, with an organic female. When he came out to his family, his parents shunned him and his sister turned away from everything she knew and loved. Hurt and bitter, Reb became a recluse, moved into the attic of a garage, and lived a quiet life listening to radio stations from the stars. He still likes talking to robots and other such people, but he now feels lost and lonely. Thoughts of his family drive him to depression, so he tries as much as possible not to think about his parents and sister.
On the plus side, the girl he loves loves him back. He and Scout plan to raise a family, and Reb is eagerly awaiting that...all the while hoping to find some way to prevent her inevitable death.
Relationships:
Parents: Technology Kills x Starscream
Siblings: Cometstrike
Mate: Deryn Marlowe Holmes-Watson (aka Scout)
Offspring: Sabotage (adopted)
Friends:
OOC Information:
Status: Taken
Posts in: dim gray
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 2:20 pm
Reb's Adventures
Robots in Disguise!--It's fun for the whole Starscream-Tech family as they come into contact with the dreaded, awesome, sexy Ontario-Jazz family! In Progress Deaaaaaaaaaaaaad.
Nemeses--Reb has yet another encounter with Deryn "Scout" Holmes-Watson and starts to realize that life without her would be intolerable...In Progress. Dead.
Oh Scrap! Shenanigans!--Reb has a really, really, really bad day, as it turns out everyone wants a piece of him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 10:55 pm
Reb's World
Relations
Deryn Marlow "Scout" Holmes-Watson--My opinion of her has changed so much over our relationship. When we first met, she was an obstacle, then a worthy opponent, then a friend. Now she is my mate, my love, and I am resolved to enjoy every brief year I have with her. <33
Sabotage--A little kit I rescued from a burning ruin. I turned him into a cyborg--I hope he won't hate me later. He's a son to me. <3
Technology Kills--my mother! I love her and feel protective of her--after all, she doesn't have Decepticon weapons, and she's in more danger from Megatron than we are. She's very angry at me for not hating organics anymore.
Starscream--my father! He's nothing more or less than the most badass Cybertronian to ever live! I hope to learn a lot to him and support him against Megatron, even if he probably hates me now.
Cometstrike--my sister, Commie. Where would I be without her? We're practically twins! Not that you'd know it anymore. She's disappeared, and she hates me with a fiery, burning passion.
Friends
Jack Byrn--Eris's son. Despite his attitude and his relationship to her, I find myself liking him for some unknown reason. He's a bit annoying sometimes, but he's endearing in how much of a criminal he thinks he is (he isn't one, not really).
Batholith--Another petty crook that makes me laugh. He used to be a member of a gang and can't seem to get it through his thick skull that his gang was small potatoes to some of the "gangs" out there in the universe. However, he is in need of comfort at times, and the door to my workshop is always open to him when the nightmares strike. He seems to take comfort in my negative opinion of his appearance.
Enemies (?)
Megatron--familial enemy. Can't help it if I instinctively don't like the idea of him. And I certainly don't agree with his means and methods.
Autobots--my enemies, probably. They would never trust the son of Starscream.
Decepticons--once, I was one of them. But I cannot accept their philosophies any more. I have left them.
Acquaintances
Eris--stupid AI got stuck in my sister's processor.
Tam Charles Wahr--the last organic I attacked. Not going to do that again.
Pi--an AI that changed my very world view. I would like to talk to her someday, and no, I don't mean that I want to kill her. I just want to... [Shudder] understand.
Fusion--the son of Jazz and a Spartan. The first Autobot who convinced me that Autobots wouldn't trust me. He's kind of a badaft.
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 9:35 pm
I remember, clear as water vapor, the moment I first met Scout. I was sitting on the doorstep outside the shop, tracking the movement of birds across the sky. Of course, birds move much slower than machines, so I was monitoring them to make sure—ahem.
A pot came flying out the door, and after it came an organic kit. That was Scout. She ran into me and we started arguing. I ran after the pot, and she came running after me. I was fast, but low on energy. In the end, though, I got the pot, and I threw it farther away. She decided not to run after it and left.
When we got older, we would occasionally meet. She and I tried experiments once or twice. She shot me in the shoulder. My left shoulder’s still a little gimpy. But I kept that wound. That scar. Oh, sure, I reconnected the wires. I’d be stupid not to. But I left it a little dented. I wanted to remember her. I called her my archnemesis, my enemy. I mourned the fact that I would only have a hundred years to “play” with her, assuming she lived a full lifespan.
Then she left for a while, and so did I, and I began to miss her. I got bored. I started to fight anyone and everyone I could. Any organic that crossed my path, I attacked. When I ambushed a tall, black-furred organic of the race known as “Spartans,” I found more trouble than I had bargained for. He went down easily enough—he wasn’t armed—but then I found out that he had not been alone. He had been accompanied by a smaller figure that I recognized. Her designation is Artificial Intelligence Program Pi, but organics call her Pi. She’s an AI—“artificial intelligence”—sort of like a robot that doesn’t have a body of its own. Many of the AI around here have figured out a way to turn their holograms into solid flesh. But as I very quickly figured out, some of them know how to turn from flesh to thought in less than a second. I found this ought when Pi lunged at me and went straight into my processor.
I had met Pi before—when her granddaughter, Eris, got herself stuck in Commie’s processor. Pi had been the only one able to get Eris out. From what I hear, Eris was never the same again. She managed to pick up a few “ancestral data tracks” from Commie’s processor. So sometimes, she thinks like a Cybertronian. This time, however, it was the Cybertronian who was damaged. Pi left duplicated strands of her own programming in mine. I learned things from her…so many things. I can’t even begin to list the things I learned.
That’s a lie. That’s a straight-up lie. I know exactly where to start. One of the things she left in my processor was an understanding of flesh-creatures. Respect for them. A sort of…awe. I mean, I had respected them to some extent before—look how far they’ve come, technologically, for creatures that had to create everything from scratch—but to the extent that Pi respected them? No. I had never felt that before. I had never felt before that a flesh creature was my…equal.
That’s what Scout was to me, I realized, sitting, dazed, in the woods as Pi and her friend hobbled off. She was my equal. And more. She was more than just my equal. This feeling I felt for her wasn’t just rivalry. It was love. I was in love with an organic. I knew that that should have made me happy. All it did was make me feel…well…angry. Guilty. Worried. Shocked. Horrified. Depressed. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it. The next time I came across an organic that I had in my grasp…I couldn’t bring myself to kill it. It was my equal. It was as good as me. I had no right to hurt it. I had no right to hurt anything. What was wrong with me?! Why couldn’t I do anything?
I had to leave my family. The ideals they fought for now were abhorrent to me. I couldn’t kill organics anymore, I couldn’t kill for energy. There were other ways to get energy. The only thing I could agree with was that Megatron should be stopped, but I didn’t know how to help. My mother asked me if I wanted to kill organics with her that day, but I refused. We got into an argument. Commie and I got into an argument, too. She won’t speak to me anymore. My own twin left me.
Oh, Primus, I don’t know what to do! Decepticons sicken me, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned from my encounters with Fusion, no Autobot would ever be foolish enough to trust Starscream’s son. I’ve reprogrammed my optics—they’re yellow now. Yellow like a coward. Like an Empty, I wander the wilderness without energy. When I’m desperately low, I unfold a solar panel to recharge by the sun. I’ve covered the Deceptibrand on my shoulder with white paint. I hope it holds. It’s dark out here right now, and I’m running low on energy. Maybe when the sun rises—oh, Primus. There’s a fire up ahead. I can’t…turn…back…those slagging AI are programmed to help organics. Someone could be there. Someone who could need my help. I speed up faster and faster until I’m sprinting towards the scene. By the time I’m there, it’s already over. The house has burned down to the ground. Thankfully, none of the trees nearby have burned, either. I rush forward, still, just to see if there are any survivors. Digging through the burning ruin, I find only one. A tiny kit, cat-like in appearance, badly burned. He might not make it. He probably won’t. He’s got a nasty head wound and he’s so badly damaged…
Sorrow fills me. How can sorrow fill me? This is no sparkling, damaged by fusion cannon or ion rifle. This is no youngling, voice box crushed by a tyrant’s grip. No…this is just an organic kit…but, back at my lab in the city, out of the forest, maybe there’s something I can do. It’s just an experiment, and maybe it won’t work, and the kit will never thank me for it…but I’m alone. I’m so desperately alone. Cybertronians who are alone die. They die alone, of exhaustion or shot, without anyone to mourn them. I need to be with someone else. And maybe, maybe, I can give this kit a little shot at life.
Maybe.
Please.
Please, Primus, please.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 7:55 am
THREE CHEERS FOR FIRST BASE [Null-rayed]
Reb: [Is taking a brief break from his project]
Scout: *wandering about in the park, mumbling to herself*
Reb: [Pauses when he hears someone approach and turns around, staring in shock as he realizes that it's Scout]
Scout: Hummm... Hello Rebel. *wanders right past, tapping her cane as she goes*
Reb: [Hesitates, then walks next to her] Mind if I walk with you?
Scout: Mmm... *eyes him imploringly for a moment, and shrugs* Not as such. Mind if I ask what you're doing here? There are exactly the same ammount of couples on dates as there are children playing in the park at the moment.
Reb: [Chuckles] Who says the park is only for offspring and the events leading up to them? You know, I've been wondering, Scout. The last time we met, you said there was something different about me. Have you figured it out yet?
Scout: *snorts, tossing her hair and scouring the park again, processing his input* If I hadn't, would I have told you? I want kids you know. Four of them. Recently I find myself... interested by the park. Father loathes it of course.
Reb: I supp--wait, what? [Tries not to stare in shock and confusion at what she said] I...I see. Why four? And what does your father hate about the park? [Looks around it and sighs] My parents would hate this place, too, I guess, but that's because they hate organics. What excuse does your father have?
Scout: *grins widely at him for a somewhat awkward moment of silence* I suppose he has the same one, at that. People only disappoint him, make him tired or angry or sad. If they didn't he'd just be bored. I'm the same, in some ways... but the potential is there, thrumming beneath the surface. *does a neat little spin and nods to herself* Yes, four children would be perfect.
Reb: That's not biophobia. That's just perfectly ordinary misanthropy. My parents don't mind people, just so long as they go "clank" instead of "squish." [Nods slowly] Four...would be nice. Maybe three, in my opinion... [Falls silent, embarrassed, and flicks his tail to cover it]
Scout: *purses her lips at him* Humph. *stalks off into the shade, as if he's said something to upset her*
Reb: O.o DDDD8 [Speeds up to catch up to her] Four is fine--there's nothing wrong with--Oh, Primus and Maximo. [Facepalms] What the Pit is wrong, Scout? What did I say that offended you?
Scout: *turns on him, eyes narrowing as she closes in on his personal space* My father is not perfectly ordinary in any way whatsoever. Dad is, perhaps, but... Damnit Reb. >: ********. Of course I can see it, how could I not see it, I mean...
Reb: [Winces and throws his hands up] Fine! Alright! I get the point! [Sighs and flops down] You're right. I shouldn't...Primus, Scout, it hurts. It hurts so much. It's all I had...They're all I had. I can't stop thinking about them, Scout. I feel...I feel like a failure. You're right, I shouldn't talk about them, but...I've never had anything else.
Scout: *sits beside him more slowly, giving him a poke* Oh Reb... you're such an idiot. *sighs*
Reb: [Looks at her, opens his mouth, then smiles sadly] Yeah, you're right. You're always right. So, great wise one, what do you think I should do?
Scout: *twirls her cane idly* More couples than children at this hour... I think, you should forget about me and go back to your niche of evil toasters. It'll be hard, obviously, but even harder would be to-to not do that and continue on the metaphorical path you've committed yourself sooo ridiculously to in the first place, you absolute fool. *stares him down* Go back, you'll be happier.
Reb: Yeah. I guess the children are all at home playing video games or something... [Stares at her while his racing processor tries to keep up, then slowly says] Are you saying that as someone who doesn't want me to get hurt? Or are you saying that as someone who...doesn't...doesn't want me to be here? Because I'm not sure I want to go back. I don't even know if it's possible. I don't know what I want anymore, Scout, and I'm beginning to doubt I ever did know.
Scout: *huffs, and bops him on the nose with it* Well then, I'm sorry but you'll have to kill me. neutral
Reb: [Reflexively] Ow. That would have hurt if it wasn't a stick. And what the slag do you mean by killing you? Once I would have been able to. [Looks away] Now I'm not so sure.
Scout: *gives a put-upon sigh* Are you positive? Totally sure? One hundred percent accurate? Do you completely and absolutely mean that?
Reb: Scout, my people--well, my father's people--pride themselves on being dishonest, but I'm being absolutely honest. I'm absolutely sure. I don't want to kill you. I'm not able to kill you.
Scout: Well alright then, you've done this to yourself. *cuts him off at the end there with a kiss*
Reb: I--O.O!! [Freezes, unsure of what to make of this]
Scout: *pulls back, pouting slightly* It's generally considered rude for you not to kiss the one you love even if it is in a public park and...
Reb: [Shakes his head vigorously] I, it's just I, I don't, I've never, I don't know, I've never...
Scout: *huffs* Articulate Reb, use your big-robot words.
Reb: [Laughs] I'd be blushing if I had veins. I've just never kissed before. [Leans towards her and kisses her awkwardly]
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 2:52 pm
Scout: *sighs* Book is always better when your version of better is canon and words on a page.
Reb: I prefer fan-made stuff most of the time.
Scout: Yes, of course, when you want porn. /smirks
Reb: [Snorts] Most robot porn includes my father. No thanks.
Scout: *scrunches up her nose* Yes and while my fathers weren't exactly subtle they certainly weren't so enthusiastic in their time...
Reb: I'm sure there's still plenty of filthy porn out there, though.
Scout: *eyes him with interest* How sure?
Reb: I am absolutely certain there is plenty of porn of your parents.
Scout: Okay, that is not what I meant. *whacks him with her cane* I'm sure your parents have some too~
Reb: Ow! [Rubs his head] Nah, just my dad.
Scout: *hesitates a moment* But I thought... Nevermind. > > Not like I want to know how robot porn even works.
Reb: It's...weird. And it varies from example to example. The weirdest stuff is drawn by organics, though. We, um...don't work like that.
Scout: Ah. Well, they keep trying to bring back my dads, younger and younger each time... Odd species really...
Reb: What do you mean by "bring them back"?
Scout: Mmm, taking the books and bringing them into the present with present technology?
Reb: ...Okay, that's weird. But at least they don't turn your dads into robots.
Scout: Well, I'm sure some do. l3 They were mentioned in Portal 2, I think? Or at least Dad was... *smuggles up next to him and huffs* Holmes and Moriarty~
Reb: Robots keep getting turned into humans for the express purpose of us having sex in the organic way. And they're always shipping Dad with his arch-nemesis. [wraps an arm around her]
Scout: There is a fine line, darling. /smirks
Reb: What do you mean?
Scout: ...But, um. I can see why you hate us I guess... Organics...
Reb: [Sighs] I don't hate organics as much as I did when I was younger. You've impressed me. [Kisses her] You're just...different than us.
Scout: l3 Love and hate are both passionate feelings, that's all. Organics can get them confused.
Reb: [Chuckles] So can we sometimes.
Scout: Yes, yes, separate but hardly equal... *nuzzles at his neck* I am impressive, aren't I?
Reb: Who's separate from what? [Nods] You are very impressive. [Nuzzles her ears, nipping at them ever so gently]
Scout: *pats his cheek, grinning* Nothing dear~ *pauses, biting her lip* I wonder if the Peter Principal applies to robots too...
Reb: Illuminate me, love.
Scout: Seperate but equal was a phrase applied to segregation by race among organics and is now considered absurd. I was just teasing, separate but not equal is certainly how your lot feels about organics - although I suppose waging war ruins the Seperate part. *pauses for breath, studying him* The Peter Principal. Something like... People will be promoted until they can no longer effectively operate at the capacity needed to complete their job. So all the people who haven't yet been promoted are the ones doing the work and fixing the mistakes until they are promoted high enough that they start making mistakes at which point obviously they won't be promoted any longer... Essentially.
Reb: [Thinks about it for a while] ...Maybe? I was taught that most people who get into offices of management got there because their cronies put them there--at least, that's the way it used to be. As for nowadays...That might be true. It seems like a logical outcome if the Decepticons continue their current political system. It might even explain why our seconds-in-command tend to dissatisfy their commanders even more than the other subordinates--though that could be a case of the second-in-command being more competent than the leader. Due to the Peter Principle. [Flicks his tail around her] In fact, I daresay it's probably an output of any society by which rank is determined by ability.
Scout: *huffs* Personally, I think the education system is partially to blame. And... Human nature. And... *scowls, leaning in to him* The necessity of sleep.
Reb: At least you have an education system. [He smiles] Everyone has to recharge sometime, Scout. Even warlords.
Scout: *grumbles* I would make a great warlord.
Reb: [Snorts] Death camps, genocide, and all? You'd have to be willing to torture. To throw away millions of lives.
Scout: *whuffs air into his neck, where she's pressed her face* Nu-uh. I'd just lord about and incite war.
Reb: [Murmurs] You can't fight a war without putting some liberties on the line.
Scout: *mumbles back* Wars are not fought by men.
Reb: Robots, men, women--wars are fought by people of any sort. What do you think fights them?
Scout: I suppose they do literally fight them but... Let's go an sleep now, Reb.
Reb: [Sighs and nuzzles her] I'll keep watch. I need equipment to "sleep"--that is, to recharge.
Scout: *pulls back a bit, frowning* Well let's go then. If I can't sleep with you, I want to sleep with you. Idiot.
Reb: [Chuckles] I'll go get some stuff. Then I'll be back.
Scout: Good then. >:
Reb: [Chuckles and trots off]
Scout: *totally curls up and falls asleep as soon as he is gone*
Reb: [Returns sometime later with a portable generator and smiles at her, curling up next to her after plugging himself in]
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 2:56 pm
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 3:00 pm
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 3:05 pm
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