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sʜᴏᴄᴋᴡᴀᴠᴇ ([personal profile] orerrible) wrote in [community profile] robothell2015-04-20 03:46 pm

OPEN |

Who: Shockwave and YOU, unfortunately
Where: Around
When: Oh man who cares.
What: Cracks knuckles despite only having one working hand - it's time for Science.
Warnings: Shockwave. Will update as needed.

( a ) city

The laboratory was stopgap; very much a work in progress with antiquated equipment identified after the sheets of dust and debris were pulled back revealing something, well, altogether underwhelming. Shockwave had worked in greater want for his nigh impossible standards met in the past, but he felt the simplicity that ruled his life now more challenge than before. All because he was presented with the rather disturbing mystery to be opened up and examined: What, in his absence, could have so thoroughly salted the earth. Reverse engineering the apocalypse certainly seemed like a task he could accomplish given time.

Shockwave needed to work - too many questions to be answered, and after Emma carved that much-needed stricture into his brow he was...spurred to begin anew with greater purpose. The bare bones of what he surmised to be a university research lab would have to suffice. For now.

Prodding the nerve endings of the network, now more noticed by the outside world than a ripple in a greater reservoir, he examined the footprints left behind by the minds behind it, amused with how rudimentary it was. Impressed that even existed at all. A Beowulf cluster suddenly superseded all other priorities; something closed and close to the chest away from prying eyes. In the matter of hours all useable hardware had been cannibalized with the stripped parts left out the front doors out into a narrow alleyway between the lab and desolate campus like bones spat out at the mouth of a monsters' cave. The afterthought of his mess a warning written loud and clear: Stay Away.

( b ) wildcard

( pick your own adventure; finding holo avatar Shockwave in somewhere too small for his regular old purplesaurus rex self or any other feasible random encounter )
quantumechanic: (what have we got here)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-04-21 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course Nautica saw the cannibalized hardware and immediately popped in to say hi.

"Hello? Anybody home?" She knocked on the door frame, sticking her head in to glance around before deciding that was definitely enough courtesy for the fallen world in which they found themselves, and she invited herself in, getting about ten paces before stopping to crouch and poke at Shockwave's half-built project, continuing to address whoever might be listening. "If you're running a supercomputing cluster that's fine. Just let me know your power requirements and I'll scale up what the grid can provide over the next couple of weeks."
quantumechanic: (oh good grief)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-04-23 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Since arriving, Nautica had developed slightly better instincts for self-preservation--the still-unpainted welds running along her back and impellers stood out, bare metal against her purple frame, and the lesson they represented wasn't any more fully integrated--but even she recognized that this version of Shockwave was Bad News.

Not that she had any idea what to do with that knowledge. When she looked up to see the source of the voice, her face went through a rapid transformation from her default friendliness, to shock, then confusion, then something that wasn't quite panic. She still wasn't any good at being afraid of people, but her natural urge to make friends warring with the intellectual awareness that she shouldn't be trying to make friends right now caused some unsettling cognitive dissonance.

Wait.

That wasn't hostile at all, and Nautica made a quick u-turn back into confusion. "...Yyyyyes?" It wasn't entirely clear which question she was answering, until, "You know about the colony Titans?"
quantumechanic: (i reiterate that your assertion is crap)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-05-06 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Um. Sure." Still uncertain but heartened by the fact that she wasn't dead yet, Nautica got to her feet, making Shockwave only twice as tall as she was, and dusted at the nonexistent dirt on her knees. With a flick of her thumb, she popped open the panel on her wrench and turned on the hologram projector, a three-dimensional representation of the city's limited power resources springing to life in the air between the two mechs.

"So far I've just restored the city's original power infrastructure to the buildings that are in use, since we don't have what you'd call a plan, and half the people here won't talk to the other half without trying to kill th--uh." Maybe she didn't want to talk about killing with the Decepticons' leading scientist moving right along. "Anyway, pretty soon we're going to need a less haphazard system than just me sending someone out to the crater for energon every few days."
quantumechanic: (do i like my wrench or my ethics more)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-05-07 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Nautica shrank from Shockwave's stare, at least until he modified the accompanying command into something more conversational. Still confused by how this conversation was going, she let the silence stretch until he deigned to fill it with technical commentary. That she could deal with, and she was about to reply when he suddenly asked a personal question, tipping her back into uncertainty. A hand went up to trace the unpainted weld on one shoulder. She couldn't see the damage most of the time, and it now barely hurt beyond the occasional twinge when she moved her impellers too enthusiastically.

"I wish." That would have been an accident and thus so much less disheartening than the strange Megatron's unstable malice flaring into violence seemingly at random. "No, Megatron--the one from the other universe--attacked me."
quantumechanic: (why is everything horrible)

[personal profile] quantumechanic 2015-05-16 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
She took an involuntary half-step back as Shockwave somehow found a way to loom even more. Her track record with big mechs grabbing her wasn't the best.

"Hey--!" He wasn't hostile, she realized after a second, just brusque, and she settled. Kinda rude, but even history texts made it clear that Shockwave wasn't blessed with social graces. "First Aid did a good job. I just haven't bothered with paint because there are a lot of things more important than my finish, especially since I don't use my altmode here."

Her mouth pressed into an unhappy line, for more than one reason. She missed the water, and she missed not having to worry about crazy people hurling her into walls for no reason. "I hit my head so I don't remember the details, but I definitely didn't pick a fight. I don't do that."