Log Title: Omen Reports In
Characters: Megatron ,Omen ,Shockwave ,Soundwave
Location: The Cradle - Kolkular
Date: June 27, 2020
TP: Non-TP
Summary: Omen reports into Megatron after the incident and emergency frame-change.
As logged by Ghost
TFU - Saturday, June 27, 2020
The Cradle - Kolkular[]
(Radio) Omen transmits, "Requesting permission to present a report in person, sir." to Megatron.
Megatron sends a radio transmission.
(Radio) Megatron sends Omen a radio transmission, 'Didn't the head of the intelligence put you under 'medical restriction'?'
(Radio) Omen transmits, "We both know that some orders are.. subject to interpretation." to Megatron.
Megatron sends a radio transmission.
(Radio) Megatron sends Omen a radio transmission, 'It would help if they were issued from the proper authority in the first place. Permission granted.'
(Radio) Omen transmits, "It isn't entirely outside of regulations - However be that as it may, I should be in Kaon shortly. Travel is.. an interesting trial." to Megatron.
Omen wings into the cradle, a smaller, darker form that breaks into a circle, looking for Megatron.
Megatron is seated, as usual, on the throne at the top of the dais, observing the goings on beneath him and on the screen on the wall.
Omen banks again and aims for a landing atop one of the station screens in front of the command dais. Back-winging, the mechani-raven lands, flicking wings and settling into a low bow. Or as much as she can while perched. "My lord." Ghost's usual raspingly low alto comes from the smaller frame.
Megatron raises an optic ridge at the mechanical bird. "I can see how this would be problematic for travel..."
Omen nods once, straightening. A wry, dry tone, "There was an incident." flat, before sardonically amused, "Fortunately this was already in the final build stages." Fanning a bladed wing out, to give it a look then the other before settling again. "And yes, travel is... Problematic but not insurmountable."
"I had surmised as much from Scapel's report and Soundwave's... reticence to be forthcoming on the situation," Megatron comments.
Omen's tone remains dry, "Well.. None of high command has ever been good at admitting when they may be in over their heads. Or even... wrong." Tone sliding amused again. "Still, despite that, I still function."
Megatron ignores the implications of that statement. "And what have you to report?"
Omen considers, "Not much. There was an Intel meeting where what I had on hand was discussed. I haven't been out since then."
Megatron says, "And what was it you had 'on hand'?"
Omen flicks wings, cocking her head with an avian-esque grin - beak gaped slightly. "Cyclonus' plan for the moon assault is nearly ready. However he may have adjusted it for my, at the time, inability to join." Pause, blink, "There was discussion on the Aerie that was left in Praxus and possibly adding to that as a comm relay station - possible discussions there with the locals to best utilize their 'neutrality' to protect our station. Hard to bomb us when we're in the middle of their mines..." Tone amused.
Megatron considers the information. "There is some merit to using the native population to keep our equipment free from outside interference." He taps a few fingers against the arm of the throne, "Are you able to participate on that assault currently, or is it still to be delayed or adjusted?"
Omen's violet optics narrow, "Systems are registering as online, no errors. Adjustment period has completed. I simply need to run through a testing sequence for cabling in and adjust to not being able to phase." Flex of talons, "And a weapons test. Just in case."
Omen notes, "The period of inactivity was rather wearing. One can only count ceiling tiles so much."
Megatron lifts a hand a turns the palm towards him; fingers slowly curling inwards as he contemplates each digit. "Independent verification of your systems' status should be done. To ensure there are no lingering... surprises that may need to be dealt with later." The Emperor of the Decepticons looks back to Omen. "Wouldn't you agree?"
Omen headtilts the other way, optics pinpricking down to gold. "As long as it isn't Shockwave." Matter of fact tone, "I only trusted a bare handful of medics and he's never been on my list."
"He is our resident physiologic expert and the most qualified to perform such an inspection," Megatron responds. "I'm not certain you would appreciate Knock Out's tendencies for disassembly, and Scrapper is much more proficient with structures. There is something to be said for reason and logic when evaluations for potential issues."
Omen peers over in silence for several minutes. Then, "He could be the second coming of Primus and I'd still not want him in my systems. It is irrational, but some things simply are as such."
Megatron says, "I doubt he would need to directly check your systems. Scanning them would seem to suffice."
Omen mulls that over before nodding. "Very well. When? I'd rather like to get back into some sort of field work until my usual frame is released from Trypticon. He seems to have taken it into himself someplace to handle things.?
Megatron considers that piece of information. "That is a bit disconcerting. I will contact Shockwave and see to it that the scan and it's verification are taken care of quickly. In the mean time, feel free to evaluate the readiness of the troops and their leanings."
Omen shakes her head, "He and I have an agreement, Megatron. And he helped build that specific frame." blink, pause, another shake of her head, "So there is understandable concern on his part."
Megatron says, "Then you will be returning to duty in that frame eventually?"
Omen clicks beak, "Of course. This is simply temporary and was part of another project. Interesting experience but not one I'd suggest long term nor one I'd wish to maintain. I rather prefer being independent and this.." flexing wings out, spanning the blades as well, "Is not. I do owe Soundwave a stabbing for this."
Megatron smirks, "Well, I'm sure you will find the correct time and place for such a thing to happen."
Omen click-chuckles, "Perhaps twice."
Megatron sends a radio transmission.
Megatron says, "As long as he is still able to perform his duties. Though I surmise Cyclonus would find your abilities more useful if you were independent again."
Omen ruffles plating, "Only a small stab or two..." Settling wings back down. "I suspect most of my ability and skill remain but range is suspect. That and his cadre are a noisy bunch... haven't gotten the hang of tuning that fully out yet.."
Megatron sends a radio transmission.
"As I am not aware of the details for this proposed assault I am not able to offer input on how best to overcome that particular limitation right now." He pauses, "Your waiting my not be long for that evaluation."
Omen ahhs, "Simple hacking, doors, cells, security. Data secondary." quiet, "Better to get it over with sooner than later before my nerve and I part ways."
Megatron nods, "Things you are well suited for." He pauses for a bit as if waiting for something. "Shockwave may have a few things to see finished before it happens. Until you have been cleared for full duty you are authorized for limited duties within the Empire's territories."
Omen inclines her head, "Well that ruins the go have a drink and try and forget some of this mess plan I had..." tone amused, "You hear the most interesting things in bars..." winged shrug, "As you wish, Megatron. Is there anything or anyone in particular you have need of survey?"
Megatron sends a radio transmission.
Megatron responds, "It would be a shame for you to potentially malfunction and be in an area outside of our control." He considers the bird's question as he sits on the throne up on the dais.
Omen shifts her grip on the monitor shes perched atop, facing the throne. The raven gives a winged shrug before replying with an amused tone, "I could simply not cross borders alone. Primus knows I've had the most efficient stalkers as of late."
Shockwave enters the throne room eventually, pausing briefly inside before he turns and moves towards the throne and stopping close to it before he gives a brief bow, "You called, Lord Megatron?" His optics briefly pass over Omen before his full focus settles on Megatron again.
Megatron considers and responds to the black shape on the monitor. "That would be acceptable."
The Emperor of the Decepticons watches as Shockwave enters, bows, and speaks before answering "I did, Ghost needs her new form scanned and evaluated before being released to full duty." He motions to the mechanical 'bird' perched on a monitor.
Omen tips into a spread-winged bow, "Thank you, my lord." The avian re-grips the monitor before dipping her head at Shockwave. "Commander."
Shockwave would frown a bit but lacks the features to do so as his optic drifts to Omen, examining her before he moves over close and examines her as he takes his time to move around to examine from all angles, "This is Ghost? A rather.. major shift." He pauses as he pulls out a device from subspace and taps on it before doing a basic scan over the bird-form.
Megatron nods, "It is. Her normal body is currently... indisposed."
Omen notes dryly, "There was an incident. This.. is temporary."
Shockwave nods "I can do a acceptable scan here but not as deep as I could at my lab, Sire. The odds of doing so quicker and deeper would increase if I was made aware of /how/ this happened?" Another adjustment and a pale purple beam appears from the device, flashing over Omen in one direction then another for a long time before it beeps and flickers a few times and shuts down, "The.. shell.. seems to be a solid design, besides some adjustment because the design is drastically different. A pause then he glances at Omen, "Are you able to transform?"
Megatron looks at Ghost. "I don't think she would sit for a scan at your lab, Shockwave. This shall have to suffice."
Omen clicks beak, "Well when one con loooves another con..." amused, droll tone that fades into a snap at the multiple flashes, optics pinpricking down to gold. "Spark transfer. Something went amiss and this.." raising a foot to flex talons, "Was handy."
Shockwave nods as he examines his device and is quiet a rather long time, "The shell seems to be working fully as far as my scans show at this moment. Her abilities would need to be tested to show if they work, as well as if they work at the same level."
Omen hops off the monitor to land on the console proper. "Some things simply are not present, phasing for example. But." Headcock, testing, before transforming down into a tapeform, settling into a slot "Different. Connectivity is still present."
Shockwave hhmmsss again as he looks at the Tape-form, "Interesting. I am surprised the smaller size has not altered your abilities more seriously.. and removed your phasing." He crosses his arms in thought, "I had thought most abilities were linked to the shell not the Core. I will have to test it." Any Seeker in the throne room or passing by who hears THOSE words would most likely flinch and pray they were somewhere else when those tests were conducted.
Omen transforms back out, "The phase did not translate. Other.. means of obfuscation, however were tested to success." Side-opticing Shockwave, yes, testing makes her want to be elsewhere too. "Nope.. nope.. nope.." Bird-walking as far away on the console as possible, "Nope.." Hopping up to the monitor top, wings half spread, all the 'feather' blades fanned out.
Shockwave looks up and stares at Omen, "You would defy the Master? I would not alter you any as you are of importance to the Cause. Others.. not as important."
Omen clicks beak and hisses, tiny plating ruffling up.
Megatron looks down between Shockwave and Omen. "Run your tests on others, Shockwave. She has other duties to attend to."
[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "Omen, report."
[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "Yeeessss? A bit.. preoccupied."
[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "What is going on."
[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "Bet I could peck his optic out from here..."
[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "Whose?"
[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "Optic. Singular."
[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "Shockwave -irritated sense of nope nope nope nope-"
[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "Do not engage. With luck he will think you're a new cassette."
[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "So.. About that..."
[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "Where are you."
[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "Staring at Megatron on his throne, perched on a monitor keeping systems focused on that one."
[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "....."
[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "You know I cannot . Not without direct..."
[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "He needed to know and you know that too."
[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "Confirmed. Continue observations"
<irc.dal.net> <Myrddin> <connects>
Shockwave shakes his head, "I just said that, Sire. Ghost is too important to run those tests on. Would like to see how they have changed but nothing directly upon her."
Omen slowly flexes those bladed wings back inwards, still watching warily. Another beak-snap and she settles on her perch. "If anything the sheer clarity of thought right now is a marked improvement. The lack of archival space will be adjusted to."
Megatron nods, "If you are satisfied that she is functioning correctly within this new shell make the proper arrangements and notifications that she is to be returned to active duty effective immediately."
He focuses back on the bird, "If your vocalizer were different I would suggest taking this as a chance to try and insinuate yourself within one of the other groups. As it is, see what you can gather of worth relating to current, and planned, operations. Perhaps even check up on those still in Altihex, those claiming neutrality and those still in the refinery that are loyal to the Empire. They may be needed soon."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "Observations on Trypticon: Complete. Will be returning to Laboratory in Kaon shortly."
Shockwave looks like he is about to say something but pauses and almost visibly changes subjects, "As far as my tests show, she is in proper condition to conduct whatever duties you see fit to assign her." He gives a respectful semi-bow turns Megatron but says nothing else at the moment.
<<Decepticon>> Air Commander Starscream says, "Noted"
Omen settles a bit more, 'blinking'. "Thank you, my lord." Slow dip of head, "Its just a voice." Pause and then, "I believe Cyclonus and Soundwave discussed sending Harbinger or Ravage to review the agents within Altihex to determine status and update for any new mission parameters."
<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> <connects>
Megatron narrows his optics momentarily at Ghost's comment about Altihex. "I will see that piece of information gets verified..."
He again looks to Shockwave. "Post a report with your conclusion about Ghost's ability to return to duty. I will have further strategies to discuss with you at a later time. For now you are both dismissed."
Shockwave simply bows his head and gives a proper salute before he turns to go, pausing long enough to glance at Omen, "If issues arise, contact me and I will respond quickly to them."
Omen tips into a bow, spreading wings, head lowered. "As you wish, Megatron. I live but to serve."
<irc.dal.net> <<Underwood>> hello
<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> Hello how are you?
<irc.dal.net> <<Underwood>> Alrigt, home.
<irc.dal.net> <Morrigan> i need.. a drink...
<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> good good. same here. Just working and you?
Megatron returns his attention the screen on the wall, and the Seekers waiting to pass along datapads with information.
<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> yeah I'd take you out for one. Not drinking much myself but doesnt mean.. I still owe a lot of people drinks ::>
<irc.dal.net> <Myrddin> Greetings.
<irc.dal.net> <Orion> A drink sounds so nice about nice.
<irc.dal.net> <Orion> (now)
<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> suppose I could put this aside for a moment. Its not going anywhere.
<irc.dal.net> <Myrddin> yes. go out. Drink. Be merry. I will be here finishing up things before returning to my laboratory.
Omen pushes off of the monitor with a flex of wings to aid the anti-grav boost. "Thank you for the offer of your services Shockwave. Should they be needed, I will request them." Making a loop, "However as this is the best I've felt since my escape from Trypticons mainframe, do forgive me if I choose /not/ to ask you for your aid."
<irc.dal.net> <<Underwood>> Hm.... I could use an outting.
[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "Current duty restriction has been lifted to remaining within the empire, outside with escort. Pending Shockwaves scan analysis for full return to duty."