SP: The Netherspite
Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 1:10 am
Cambreaker reclined in his command chair, on a high dais over the aft bridge of the Netherspite. Kicking his massive hydraulic fluid stained feet up onto the console in front of him, he began to feel restless. He glanced over his shoulder to his consort, Minerva.
She sat nearby, tinkering with a remote actuator she had grafted to a severed hand. It twitched and grasped as she pressed the keys on the remote. Sparks flew from the stump of a wrist, and smoke started to emanate from within the hand.
He glanced over his other shoulder to Blackjack, who was fiddling with something on his private data pad, his eyes darting nervously about to the couple other Decepticons loitering here.
BLACKJACK!
Yes? He choked, startled by Cambreaker's intrusion.
Why are you here? You should be reporting back on Autobot recovery activities by now. We have an assault to mount!
Ah've already gat the data you was lookin' foah, Cambreakah.
Blackjack slithered over to Cambreaker's side and handed him the datapad. Cambreaker looked at it intensely for a moment, then shoved it back in Blackjack's hands. He picked up the ship's intercom, and bellared:
Decepticons! Assemble battle-ready in shuttle bay 2. You have one breem. All not present will not be accounted for in tonight's energon rationing, excepting dedicated ship crew.
Blackjack, you had best make your self scarce. I expect inside information with the megacycle.
An aggravated glare sent Blackjack scurrying, before hitting the hallway with all four wheels turning, throwing up clouds of smoke and emitting a resonating screech.
Where is that Blackbolt? Blackbolt! Cambreaker demanded on his wrist comm. Blackbolt, return to base and arm for assault operations. Cambreaker turned back to Minerva, with a sudden calm and placid look on his faceplates.
Come, my dark companion. The time has come to spill and drink Autobot oil for all the crimes they have wrought upon us. We will fill your laboratory with bodies upon which to perfect your science, so you will herald in a new age for all Transformers.
OOC: Sorry honey, but I figured since Cam and Minerva are usually too professional to do anything other than keep their feelings on the down-low, DeceptiCam should be very out about it... to the point of snubbing less important soldiers
She sat nearby, tinkering with a remote actuator she had grafted to a severed hand. It twitched and grasped as she pressed the keys on the remote. Sparks flew from the stump of a wrist, and smoke started to emanate from within the hand.
He glanced over his other shoulder to Blackjack, who was fiddling with something on his private data pad, his eyes darting nervously about to the couple other Decepticons loitering here.
BLACKJACK!
Yes? He choked, startled by Cambreaker's intrusion.
Why are you here? You should be reporting back on Autobot recovery activities by now. We have an assault to mount!
Ah've already gat the data you was lookin' foah, Cambreakah.
Blackjack slithered over to Cambreaker's side and handed him the datapad. Cambreaker looked at it intensely for a moment, then shoved it back in Blackjack's hands. He picked up the ship's intercom, and bellared:
Decepticons! Assemble battle-ready in shuttle bay 2. You have one breem. All not present will not be accounted for in tonight's energon rationing, excepting dedicated ship crew.
Blackjack, you had best make your self scarce. I expect inside information with the megacycle.
An aggravated glare sent Blackjack scurrying, before hitting the hallway with all four wheels turning, throwing up clouds of smoke and emitting a resonating screech.
Where is that Blackbolt? Blackbolt! Cambreaker demanded on his wrist comm. Blackbolt, return to base and arm for assault operations. Cambreaker turned back to Minerva, with a sudden calm and placid look on his faceplates.
Come, my dark companion. The time has come to spill and drink Autobot oil for all the crimes they have wrought upon us. We will fill your laboratory with bodies upon which to perfect your science, so you will herald in a new age for all Transformers.
OOC: Sorry honey, but I figured since Cam and Minerva are usually too professional to do anything other than keep their feelings on the down-low, DeceptiCam should be very out about it... to the point of snubbing less important soldiers