[Magnus and Airachnid wind up imprisoned together on an organic planet. Mainly running with the CH mashed continuity here.]
It had been a very long time since Magnus had wound up on an organic planet, and even longer since it had been a planet where the inhabitants were not only hostile to Cybertronians but capable of taking one down.
He'd woken up staring at the ceiling of what looked to be a relatively large holding cell, which looked like it was designed to contain a being of his size. He slowly got to his feet, trying to piece together the events of what had happened when he had landed on the planet.
Sitting cross-legged on a metal bench protruding from the back wall of the cell, Airachnid was already awake. She eyed the other bot with wariness; she knew who he was, and, though she no longer fought for the Decepticons, she still wore their insignia. Getting captured by organics who were supposed to be her prey was already bad. Being killed by an Autobot in a holding cell belonging to those very organics would just ruin her day.
"My, I never imagined that I would one day have the honor of sharing a cell with the mighty Ultra Magnus," she said when he got up, since he'd see her soon enough.
Magnus quickly turned toward the back of the cell, the scowl on his face intensifying as he realized who was trapped with him. He hadn't met her personally, but he had a good memory for criminal records and arrest warrants. He crossed the short distance to stand in front her of seat, looming over her. He didnt have time for her small talk.
"Airachnid. What is a decepticon like you doing on this planet?" He hadn't heard any reports of decepticon activity in the area, which was part of what had led him to explore the region on his own.
"Oh? Didn't you know? I've struck out on my own." Now that the war had devastated Cybertron, Airachnid wasn't really interested in fighting Autobots anymore. She preferred her new hobby – making other planets' indigenous species endangered and collecting their heads as trophies. Of course, her visit to this planet didn't go as smoothly as expected. "These days, you could say that I'm a bit of a...headhunter."
Casually, she stood up and walked around Ultra Magnus to the front of the cell. She clasped her hands behind her back, then turned to the side to look at him. "And you? What are you doing in this backwater sector of space? Not fighting Decepticons, surely."
"Hrmph. I have no intention of sharing intel with a Decepticon, deserter or otherwise." He had been investigating reports of energon deposits on the planet, but he wasn't about to let her know that. He'd tracked down enough of the Decepticon's less loyal members to know she would turn on an Autobot just as quickly.
He turned away enough where he could still keep an eye on her, surveying the room for weakpoints. He didn't plan to remain trapped with Decepticon longer than necessary. If he had a pair of stasis cuffs she would be under arrest already regardless of their mutual situation.
"Have you attempted to find an escape route since being imprisoned here?"
Airachnid shrugged at his response. It didn't really matter to her, anyway. The only important things right now were how she was going to get off this rock, and how many of those pesky organics she could skewer on her way out. She wouldn't try to bring their species to the usual near-extinction, however; she knew when to retreat.
"In a sense," she replied. "I've been watching. Listening. My stay here hasn't been long, but I've noticed that a guard stops by every so often to ensure I haven't escaped or, indicated by a bit of acting I did, offlined myself. I believe the vermin want us alive, and we could use that to our advantage." Oh, yes, she had an idea. Ultra Magnus probably wouldn't like it one bit, but did she care? No.
Ultra Magnus gives a slight nod, walking toward the door. The fact they remained online was a reassuring one, though it wouldn't do much good if they couldn't get out. If not, at least he knew one less criminal was free.
He looked over the door for any noticeable weaknesses, and but he didn't find any. He banged a fist on the door, the sound of metal on metal ringing out. Hopefully that would get the attention of the guard so he could try and negotiate.
You don't get to the top of TRIDENT without keeping on eye on recent events, so when an outbreak of mutant creatures hit the streets of LA, Black Ghost had been rather interested. Especially when they proved to be a fair match for one of the numerous vigilantes in the city. While it had taken his sources some time to track down the origin of the creatures, analyze the mutagen, and determine the most likely source, he hoped the effort wouldn't be wasted. Why waste resources developing new weapons when someone had already done it for you.
He'd waiting till dark, knowing Veloci would be working late at his office, since these kinds of meetings typically went better with the right mood. The lights in Veloci's office flickered briefly, and when they came back on, Black Ghost was standing in the middle of the room cape billowing dramatically. In actuality it was one of his holograms, but it was just as intimidating looming over the desk, perhaps only slightly larger than life.
"Hello, Dr. Veloci. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." He announced smoothly, the eyes on his mask emanating a faint gold light.
Even though it still had a long way to go before he could create any actual dinosaurs, Veloci was decently satisfied with this early test of his little 'project'. He had an idea of where to go from here to improve it, and besides, there was something very satisfying about seeing those presumptuous, usurping humans in a panic over his creations.
Unfortunately, his true goals weren't the only thing he had to worry about these days. Even if it was necessary in order for him to have access to the resources he needed, keeping this facade going often felt like more trouble than it was worth. Especially when he had to do things like staying late, trying to divide his time between mutagen development and financial concerns.
His gaze jerked up to glare at the flickering lights, then started to drop back to the papers in front of him, when he noticed that there was someone else there. Right in front of his desk. And it wasn't just any random human.
He tried to force his surprise not to show on his face, and stood up slowly, clearing his throat. "Not particularly. Now... may I ask why, exactly, you are in my office?" He would ask how as well, but he supposed the answer would probably seem incredibly obvious in retrospect.
He was pleasantly surprised that Veloci didn't act overwhelmed with his sudden appearance, it made it easier to get down to business. Though far less entertaining. He gestured to the space next to him, where another hologram appeared, a mirror of one of the mutated creatures.
"Your recent work has caught the attention of my organization. We were quite interested in your recent...demonstration."
"How did you-" He closed his mouth with a snarl. "...I had hoped that the origins of the mutation were covered up sufficiently. Apparently not..." He made a mental note to figure out who to fire later - even though he supposed that, if anyone could figure it out, TRIDENT could.
He clasped his hands behind his back and kept an eye on the visitor as he walked out from behind his desk. "I can guess more or less what you would want with my research, but I'll ask anyway - what is it to you?" He doesn't especially like the idea of working with humans, but he may as well humor them.
The mutant hologram flickered out of existence as Veloci got up, having served it's purpose. Black Ghost turned on the spot, keeping eye contact with the scientist. He wasn't going to mention that it was quite difficult to track down his involvement, when he could leave the assumption that TRIDENT was better equipped than his own company.
"I have a bit of an interest in the development of biological weapons, and I'm sure you can see the applications of your experiments."
He raises an eyebrow. "I can. However... you must understand, I have my own plans for this project." And for this planet. "Any partnership with TRIDENT would have to come in second place to my own goals."
He couldn't help but chuckle, as if most TRIDENT members weren't in it for their own gain (himself included).
"I would expect nothing less from an entrepreneurial inventor such as yourself. But consider this," he waxed on, hands spread in a gesture of good faith.
"You provide TRIDENT with access to your research, such as the mutagen used on these intriguing creatures, and in return we will supply additional resources and facilities. More secure facilities, perhaps."
Metabee knew the Trailblazers weren't officially allowed to patrol on their own, but while taking a walk around the city it was hard to miss the hoards of people fleeing one of the neighborhoods, or the giant, mutant centipede crawling amongst the apartment buildings. He sent a quick message back to the dorms for reinforcements and fought his way through the crowd, gearing up for some action.
By the time he'd caught up to it it had started climbing up one of the buildings in a dead end alley.
"YO, Ugly! Down here!" He shouted up at it, firing a flurry of laser at the thing. It gave a loud, shrill shriek and lost it's grip, falling ungracefully to the ground with a thump. Metabee was pretty smug he had gotten it pinned so easily. That is, before it started shooting acid from its mouth.
"Oh crap." He muttered, quickly dodging behind a trashcan, peeking out to continue his laser barrage as some of the brickwork that had gotten hit near him started melting.
Peony had, of course, been delighted to go help with a mission - and finding the source of the problem didn't turn out to be much of a problem.
"Heeey, Bronze Beetle? Where- oh!" She grinned as she spotted him, apparently unfazed by the giant acid-spitting centipede (or just choosing to ignore it for the moment). She hopped down a trail of light-steps to drop onto the ground beside him. "There you are! You asked for reinforcements?"
He looked over his shoulder, still firing lasers at the centipede.
"Uh, yeah? I sent that message to the Trailblazers, though, so how did you get it?" Not that he didn't appreciate the help right now, as the dumpster took a direct hit of an acid blast.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! That was pretty silly of me-eep!" She jumped a bit at the acid blast and raised her hands, and a sheet of transparent pink appeared to block a few stray drops of acid before vanishing.
"Anyway, I'm Princess Unikitty! I just transferred from Great Lakes and- I think our cover is melting." She really looked more concerned about it than actually alarmed.
"Princess. Unikitty. What the heck is a unikitty?" Before he could get an answer though the side of the dumpster started dripping, and Metabee leapt back behind where she was standing.
"Ok, can you make another one of those light screen things? Maybe now!"
Her first impulse was to answer his first question, but fortunately the second, more important one registered before she could get too thoroughly distracted. "Yeah!" She gave a quick nod and tossed up another screen, this one a curved shield that deflected the next burst of acid, redirecting it to spray around them.
"So should I just keep this up? 'Cuz I can do that for maybe twenty more seconds!" Though the centipede's continued attacks would probably make that harder.
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ULTRA MAGNUS | TF:MTMTE
For Ashanti/Airachnid. Escape Scenario
It had been a very long time since Magnus had wound up on an organic planet, and even longer since it had been a planet where the inhabitants were not only hostile to Cybertronians but capable of taking one down.
He'd woken up staring at the ceiling of what looked to be a relatively large holding cell, which looked like it was designed to contain a being of his size. He slowly got to his feet, trying to piece together the events of what had happened when he had landed on the planet.
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"My, I never imagined that I would one day have the honor of sharing a cell with the mighty Ultra Magnus," she said when he got up, since he'd see her soon enough.
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"Airachnid. What is a decepticon like you doing on this planet?" He hadn't heard any reports of decepticon activity in the area, which was part of what had led him to explore the region on his own.
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Casually, she stood up and walked around Ultra Magnus to the front of the cell. She clasped her hands behind her back, then turned to the side to look at him. "And you? What are you doing in this backwater sector of space? Not fighting Decepticons, surely."
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He turned away enough where he could still keep an eye on her, surveying the room for weakpoints. He didn't plan to remain trapped with Decepticon longer than necessary. If he had a pair of stasis cuffs she would be under arrest already regardless of their mutual situation.
"Have you attempted to find an escape route since being imprisoned here?"
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"In a sense," she replied. "I've been watching. Listening. My stay here hasn't been long, but I've noticed that a guard stops by every so often to ensure I haven't escaped or, indicated by a bit of acting I did, offlined myself. I believe the vermin want us alive, and we could use that to our advantage." Oh, yes, she had an idea. Ultra Magnus probably wouldn't like it one bit, but did she care? No.
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He looked over the door for any noticeable weaknesses, and but he didn't find any. He banged a fist on the door, the sound of metal on metal ringing out. Hopefully that would get the attention of the guard so he could try and negotiate.
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GENERAL GRIEVOUS | Star Wars
HAWKGIRL | Justice League
BLACK GHOST | Cyborg 009
For Veloci
He'd waiting till dark, knowing Veloci would be working late at his office, since these kinds of meetings typically went better with the right mood. The lights in Veloci's office flickered briefly, and when they came back on, Black Ghost was standing in the middle of the room cape billowing dramatically. In actuality it was one of his holograms, but it was just as intimidating looming over the desk, perhaps only slightly larger than life.
"Hello, Dr. Veloci. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." He announced smoothly, the eyes on his mask emanating a faint gold light.
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Unfortunately, his true goals weren't the only thing he had to worry about these days. Even if it was necessary in order for him to have access to the resources he needed, keeping this facade going often felt like more trouble than it was worth. Especially when he had to do things like staying late, trying to divide his time between mutagen development and financial concerns.
His gaze jerked up to glare at the flickering lights, then started to drop back to the papers in front of him, when he noticed that there was someone else there. Right in front of his desk. And it wasn't just any random human.
He tried to force his surprise not to show on his face, and stood up slowly, clearing his throat. "Not particularly. Now... may I ask why, exactly, you are in my office?" He would ask how as well, but he supposed the answer would probably seem incredibly obvious in retrospect.
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"Your recent work has caught the attention of my organization. We were quite interested in your recent...demonstration."
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He clasped his hands behind his back and kept an eye on the visitor as he walked out from behind his desk. "I can guess more or less what you would want with my research, but I'll ask anyway - what is it to you?" He doesn't especially like the idea of working with humans, but he may as well humor them.
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"I have a bit of an interest in the development of biological weapons, and I'm sure you can see the applications of your experiments."
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"I would expect nothing less from an entrepreneurial inventor such as yourself. But consider this," he waxed on, hands spread in a gesture of good faith.
"You provide TRIDENT with access to your research, such as the mutagen used on these intriguing creatures, and in return we will supply additional resources and facilities. More secure facilities, perhaps."
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METABEE | Medabots
For Unikitty
By the time he'd caught up to it it had started climbing up one of the buildings in a dead end alley.
"YO, Ugly! Down here!" He shouted up at it, firing a flurry of laser at the thing. It gave a loud, shrill shriek and lost it's grip, falling ungracefully to the ground with a thump. Metabee was pretty smug he had gotten it pinned so easily. That is, before it started shooting acid from its mouth.
"Oh crap." He muttered, quickly dodging behind a trashcan, peeking out to continue his laser barrage as some of the brickwork that had gotten hit near him started melting.
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"Heeey, Bronze Beetle? Where- oh!" She grinned as she spotted him, apparently unfazed by the giant acid-spitting centipede (or just choosing to ignore it for the moment). She hopped down a trail of light-steps to drop onto the ground beside him. "There you are! You asked for reinforcements?"
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"Uh, yeah? I sent that message to the Trailblazers, though, so how did you get it?" Not that he didn't appreciate the help right now, as the dumpster took a direct hit of an acid blast.
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"Anyway, I'm Princess Unikitty! I just transferred from Great Lakes and- I think our cover is melting." She really looked more concerned about it than actually alarmed.
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"Princess. Unikitty. What the heck is a unikitty?" Before he could get an answer though the side of the dumpster started dripping, and Metabee leapt back behind where she was standing.
"Ok, can you make another one of those light screen things? Maybe now!"
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"So should I just keep this up? 'Cuz I can do that for maybe twenty more seconds!" Though the centipede's continued attacks would probably make that harder.
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