Transformers Universe MUX

Log Title: Spark in a Box

Characters: Arachnae , Blast Off , Swindle , Vortex

Location: Repair Bay - DHQ - Tarn

Date: October 13, 2020

TP: Non-TP

Summary: After some broadband banter, Swindle comes looking for Vortex and finds him talking to Arachnae about something tht had been left at the door to her lab. Congratulations, it's a spark.

As logged by Arachnae

TFU2 - Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Repair Bay - DHQ - Tarn

The repair bay in Tarn is a cold, uncomfortable place where one is encouraged to recover and leave as quickly as possible. However, its medical technology is among the most advanced on the planet, and the gleaming new facility provides the best chance for soldiers returning from battle to regain their life and strength. Unfortunately the fact that they'll be sent right back out to be damaged again almost immediately seems to make most medics callous to their patients' overall comfort and well-being outside of simple battle-readiness.

<<Decepticon>> Deathsaurus says, "you're one brave femme, Ghost."

<<Decepticon>> Omen (Raven) has joined this channel.

<<Decepticon>> Omen (Raven) says, "Stupid femme."

<<Decepticon>> Ghost says, "hush you."

<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Vortex sings to himself "Truck may be the...Motormaster, but Im the... Rotor master.."

<<Decepticon>> Ghost says, "Lucky more than brave, Deathsaurus. That could have turned out far worse. As it is, I now know exactly what the business end of one of his weapons looks like."

<<Decepticon>> Deathsaurus says, "Nasty isnt it?"

<<Decepticon>> Ghost says, "Well designed. There was no weaponsfire exchanged. Simply words."

<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae giggles, "Rotor master?"

<<Decepticon>> Deathsaurus says, "Did he threaten you?"

<<Decepticon>> Ghost says, "Of course he did, I asked to touch him."

<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Vortex says, "Oh hi there sweetspark"

<<Decepticon>> Omen (Raven) says, "Stupid femme."

<<Decepticon>> Deathsaurus says, "I almost had Cerebros listening to me a year ago"

<<Decepticon>> Deathsaurus says, "then he figured out I almost killed star saber and took offense to that."

<<Decepticon>> Ghost says, "Well he came looking for me, of all people today."

<<Decepticon>> Deathsaurus says, "huh. weird. what did he want out of you?"

<<Decepticon>> Ghost says, "To not analyze what I saw"

<<Decepticon>> Deathsaurus says, "course you're going to."

<<Decepticon>> Ghost says, "And oddly to answer questions I might have had.. If I didn't analyze the data."

<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "So, rotormaster what are you up too?"

<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Vortex says, "Sadly..nothing. Are you really the hand of Shockwave?"

<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "Yes. It's my title."

<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Vortex says, "The gun hand or..the hand hand"

<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae laughs, "Not literally. It's a title. Hand Hand."

<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Vortex says, "His hand has a title? Thats a little pretentious but...okay. Is it the one he hugs Swindle with?"

<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Swindle yells something unintelligible but probably horrifically obscene.

<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Vortex says, "well I wasnt going to insinuate /that/ on a public frequency but..."

<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae giggles. "It's a title, not an actual body part. Well he has a hand but I'm not literally his hand-hand. It means I do things in his name."

<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "he's hugged Swindle?"

<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Swindle says, "I'mmakillyouVORTEX!"

<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Vortex says, "eeevery day. and now im not really saying where I am hahahahahahah"

<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Swindle says, "Ohhhhhh....*slightly manic laugh* Ohh, Texy, Texy, Texy...*you* might not wanna tell me where you are, but I can always ask Bruticus."

<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "I don't entirely believe you. Hugging isn't logical."

Fly me... if you dare!

Vortex is down the hall by the lab, giggling.

<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Vortex says, "He wont tell you either. And yeah thats not logical. Stop being illogical Swindle, Shockwave doesnt like that."

<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Swindle growls

<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Vortex says, "He will not find you *snicker* attractive if you.."

Arachnae pokes her head out of her lab, looking down the hall as, for a moment there, one of her wee drones reported giggling. Visor brightens as optics widen, "Oh... Hello rotorboi."

Vortex chuckles, his optics brightening mischievously. "Hello there Arachnae. My brother's looking for me so if you see him. Tell him...snicker..."

Arachnae rustles her rotors, "I'm not even getting into that. I don't think Shockwave would find it as amusing as you and I do."

Vortex chuckles. "Probably not but look at how mad Swindle's getting." he says "I give him.. about 10 astroseconds before hes down here trying to beat my aft. are you?"

Arachnae shakes her head, "Well, someone dropped off a spark-in-a-box for me the other cycle with a note challenging me to identify it so.. I've been busy. Need a short break to clear my thoughts."

Swindle has arrived.

Swindle storms into the Repair Bay, optics blazing with a murderous fury that is slightly lesser than it was when he started out on his trek here. In fact, he might be distracted from fratricide if he were offered a drink and a snack.

Vortex ooohs "A spark in the box? Still alive? Sounds like it'd be fun to poke. What do you have on it so far?" he's concentrating on Arachnae, completely forgetting about the angry Swindle.

Arachnae waves to her lab, "Still alive, well preserved and strong. Professionally removed it seems." She smiles to herself, "Care to come into the lab?" Being that the two are slightly down the lab hall by her suite as it were, the angry storming in of Swindle is noted by the on-duty medic who side-optics then goes back to playing tetris.

Vortex tilts his head. "Are you trying to lure me in with sweet promises of sparks in boxes?" he says. "Because its totally working." he follows. "Hi Swindle. I'm gonna go see her spark in a box."

Swindle's murderous rage disappears as if a switch was thrown. "...I wanna see a spark in a box!" he says. "How's she keeping it alive?"

Arachnae laughs, "I don't always have one of these laying about. I'll have to come up with a different lure next time." She blinks and nods at Swindle, "Complicated bits, bobs, glowing things and an entire environmental containment unit complete with sterile field."

Vortex blinks "Wait a minute.." His rotors move down "You're not wanting to put ...more poeple in the box..."

Arachnae blinks, "No... I don't have plans to put more people into boxes. I have no idea where this one came from. I just need to ID it." A shrug of rotors, "And from there determine next steps. maybe a rebuild, who knows."

Swindle flinches back at the mention of the word box. "You're sure?" he asks, looking nervously toward the door, as if judging the distance he might have to bolt.

Vortex pauses. "Where did you find it? I mean is it a con..." He looks nervous

Arachnae spreads her hands out, shrugging rotors, "I walked out of my lab and there it was in a self-contained containment box and on support I have -no- idea where it came from." She tilts her head, "Maybe it's a present?"

Vortex blinks "Someone walked into a lab and left you a person in a box and you're not...concerned?"

GAME: Vortex PASSES a COURAGE roll of Immense difficulty.

Arachnae blinks, "They didn't walk into my lab! I'd be concerned if they did. They.. left it.." She waves at the threshold of the door, "Out here.. With a note."

Swindle stares at Arachnae and shuffles closer to Vortex. "...with a note?" he asks. ", 'here, have a person!"

There's some heavy footfalls as someone approaches and soon Blast Off is peering into the doorway, armor plates raised, looking tense. "What is going on here?" He searches the room, seeking out his bros and any other occupants.

Vortex blinks "What did the note...say.."

Arachnae looks back and forth between Vortex and Swindle, "It said 'Are your skills good enough to figure out who this was'. As soon as I saw it, I got it into full life support. I'm not that kind of monster" She huffs, rotor blades rattling, "Who knows who it is or was. It's /rude/ and unpardonable to leave these sort of things unlabeled."

<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Vortex says, "Onslaught..Brawl...anyone seen..."

Swindle shivers, turning to look at Blast Off. "Ohh, nothing," he says, on the verge of hysterics. "Your girlfriend's gotta spark in a box that somebody just kinda dropped off with a 'hey, here's a fun game'! note! Just a normal boring every day in the Empire!"

Blast Off flinches at Swindle's words- not once but twice, first at the word 'girlfriend' - "She is NOT!" HUFFF... and then at the statement about what is going on. The sniper looks for this box, face pinching. "So it's on life support now?" His fists clench and he glares at Vortex. "It is NOT Onslaught and stop saying it is!" Pause. "....Or Brawl."

Vortex murmurs. "Are you sure...are you really sure...I'm not sure..."

Arachnae backs into the doorway of her lab, now looking at three combaticons. The doctor looks back and forth between the three, "In no particular order, I'm not anyones girlfriend, it is on life support and I'd only come out to take a break after having spent the past 5 fragging days insuring it has the best support possible while I work to Id it and no, I have no idea who it is yet, these things are delicate and shouldn't be dropped off like a.. delivery snack sack in front of a door." sounding testier and testier as she speaks, "now if you'll excuse me, I'll go back to seeing if I can figure this out. Hrmph."

Vortex whispers. "Can.." he says. "Can I see it?"

Blast Off almost looks mad Vortex is even suggesting such a thing. "It is NOT them and stop it, just stop!" He draws in a deep vent, then looks towards Arachnae- just a bit sheepishly at first at the mention of 'girlfriend', then firming to a steelier gaze as he looks back at the other two Combaticons. "See? The Doctor is taking care of it, and taking her new responsibility seriously, as she should. *We* should probably get out of her way and let her work."

Swindle mutters, even lower than Vortex's whisper. "...metoo..I wanna see the spark."

Arachnae blinks, then turns on a heel, "Come on in. Don't.. Touch anything near it. I don't want to lose it."

Vortex nods "Ok." He skips along or tries to before Blast Off grabs him.

Swindle follows, on the premise that Blast Off can't catch them both. "Yes ma'am!"

Blast Off doesn't really try to grab anyone but he does look tempted.... Then the shuttleformer siiighs and shrugs. It'd be too much effort trying to corral these cats... er, Combaticons, anyway. "Fiine, but don't encourage them, Arachnae." He steps in, too, while muttering *Juveniles* under his 'breath'. Yet... he looks curious, too, despite all that.

Arachnae's Lab

This is a large lab space with separated areas for various works in progress. Small force field emitters are arranged all about, monitors abound, and there are several high-grade restraining tables visible.

< Type +icom ( message ) to talk to someone outside. >

Vortex smiles. "Coming sweetie." he comes in "So what do we have?"

Arachnae pads into her lab and there's a scattering of drones that were apparently clustered at the door. She peers over at a counter upon which there are many a thing attached into and surrounding a high density containment field. Inside of which. Is a spark. On the best life support the empire didn't even know it had. "Its over here. Running patterns against scans in the medical records."

Blast Off follows Arachnae, striding confidently in and not afraid to use his bulk to get himself a front-and-center look at whatever this box/spark/thingamabob is.

Swindle slinks in, sticking close but not too close to Vortex as he studies the room. Even here, he looks for untended trifles that might not be missed...

Vortex pauses. "I am too sober for this. But I wanna see it anyways." he heads over to see the spark. "Oh wicked..look at that spark guys..." he cant stop staring at it.

Arachnae's rotors flick-flutter behind her as she starts looking over the readings and screens and devices, carefully adjusting something here, locking the access down there then peers at the spark itself. She reaches up and pushes her visor over her helm like a pair of goggles, emerald optics glinting, "Stable still. I want to name it but I think that'd be presumptuous as it was or is someone already but just calling it 'spark' also seems rude."

Blast Off blinks as he gazes at this spark, seemingly entranced by it momentarily. Finally, he looks away, scanning the room and taking in the other's faces before glancing back at the spark. "..." He crosses his arms, shifting his weight, and considers. "It would have to be a neutral name, I suppose, hard to tell if it's male, female, or.... whatever. Also depends on what it remembers by the time it wakes up, if it does."

Swindle shudders, but can't look away from the shiny thing. Nor from the life support system that's keeping the shiny thing alive. Even his natural acquisitiveness takes a back seat to his innate sympathy for the poor beknighted thing in the support system. "We should name them," he says. "Even if it's just a placeholder."

Vortex pauses. "Lets give it a weird exotic name. Like humans do. Something weird like Harold." he says. "Oh Oh or Charles." he continues watching the spark.

Arachnae tilts her head, watching the spark before looking at the readouts, "Doorstop." she remarks, "Or Leftover." trace of amusement in her voice.

Vortex pauses. "I still like Charles. A good feminine name..."

Swindle shakes his head. "C'mon, 'Tex, Charles is a fussy name. You want something a person can live with. Something that's less stuffy,, I dunno, Thurston." Because of course Swindle likes the name of the millionaire...

"Ooo..." Blast off suddenly sounds thoughtful, tapping his chin. "I like Charles. Thurston, too. Sound very *dignified*." Hmm. "Maybe Charles Thurston.... the Third." Because.

Arachnae half turns to look between the three, "CT3?"

Vortex pauses. "Esquire. Charles. Thurston The third. Esquire..." he draws it out in a heavy fake British accent.

Swindle nods. "Yeah, but what if they're a mech?"

Vortex then says quietly. "They call them Chucky-T for short."

Arachnae blinks then slowly shakes her head, "Lets keep it simple and something I won't have to explain in any reports, shall we?"

"NOT Chucky," Blast Off groans. "Give them a *proper* name." He seems to have LIKED the fake British accent, nodding enthusiastically. Probably because it sounded a lot like HIS accent. "Charles."

Vortex pauses. "Charlie Three-Tee." he says.

Swindle shakes his head. 'Nahh, it should be gender neutral like, Elizabeth."

Arachnae turns to check the readings again, keying in another scanning sequence, "Where are you getting these names?" she asks, amused, "I liked CT3. And the three of you could snicker about it to yourselves. A little inside joke."

Blast Off squints at Swindle. "Are you *sure* that's neutral? Isn't there a Queen named that?" Then he turns to Arachnae and sighs. "...A nickname, then?" He doesn't sound amused.

Vortex nods "CT3 sounds like a real name. Not like Charles. What's a Charles anyways?"

"It sounds like a PROPER name to me!" Blast Off huffs.

Arachnae peers over, "Calm your thrusters. What about Kai?"

Swindle shrugs. 'Humans have all kinds of names," he says. "But what's weird? They reuse them, like, constantly." He pauses. "..Kai could work."

Vortex pauses. "Kai is good. I like Kai."

Blast Off stares a moment, then looks away. "...." Well, he's not outright *complaining*, at least.

Arachnae nods, and keys that into the project designation field. "Kai you are, my unknown spark. At least for now." Talking at the containment field and what's inside. "Alright, second round of scans are setup to sequence, the alarms are in place again. Time to have a lie down."

Blast Off nods to Arachnae. "Very well." The shuttle gazes at the spark, possibly willing it good luck without wanting to actually *say* so, then he straightens up. "Alright, you two... you heard the femme, we should leave now." NOW he does look like he'll try grabbing the two other Combaticons if they don't skedaddle.

Swindle yelps. 'But I wanna check out her alarm system!" he says.

Vortex starts to skitter for the door. "I want to watch her sleep.." he protests.

"OUUUT," insists the big shuttleformer, physically trying to shove them both along.

Vortex is easily herded out, yelping and pushing the whole way like a protoform.

Swindle snorts as he's likewise herded out, yelping and pushing like a protoform.