[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]An Unsettling Predicament
Jun 2, 2017 23:05:44 GMT -5
Post by Soundwave on Jun 2, 2017 23:05:44 GMT -5
Corrupted files could be pieced back together in time; small gaps could be amended by referencing other projects and the data that remained. Try a different method of obtaining the information, breach the files from a sideways entrance or a different ID. Use back doors to the areas, and simply clone the trap and all into a new file so that it could be attempted again and again to find what would actually WORK for him.
Soundwave was no novice to hacking, and he knew his way around secured lines, so Shockwave's attempt at privacy would not stop him, and would not deny him what he sought as far as he was concerned. It only added additional hoops, new barriers, and extra burdens to something that should be simple. Some of it would be lost, some filtered into the abyss, that could not be helped, and it was this that was extra frustrating to an already irritating situation.
It was bad enough, but then the electrical feedback happened.
This was the Nemesis, and was a lab nestled in a secure region. So many keys needed to be breached to get to the science wing, and even more needed to be hacked and manipulated to ever get into Shockwave's laboratory. It was safe, unlike a planet side laboratory that could be broken into with far more ease. The extra precautions to nuke the data... could be explained... but the need for a physical electrical backlash? It wasn’t.
Soundwave lurched suddenly when the surge impacted his frame, the data cables highly conductive and reactive to such things. He could fuel so much electricity out and through them instantly, and they could carry huge packets of information in an instant. This was a highway that channeled right into his very core and processor, and to have an unexpected surge lightning through them? It was agonizing.
The silent mech made no sound as this happened, his frame lurching back and away as he stumbled and detached himself from the computer system. Hollow clanking footfalls thrummed down as he stumbled to put distance, his helm crooked at a lower angle, and data cables left to hang loosely in coils against the ground. Tiny trails of smoke curled from their end, and where they connected to his torso, his body still and unresponsive for a good moment.
In the grand scheme of things, it did not take long for the navy mech to recover, but for him, it seemed like an eternity, his systems recalibrating at breakneck speed, before he gradually turned to look over at Shockwave.
Soundwave's field was normally smooth. It was an even presence that neither fluctuated nor bobbed with emotion of any kind. It could be seen as dead in a way because of this, never betraying, never deviating. However, this moment was different, it seethed with a sizzling edge that bordered on smoldering coals, and all of this ire was paired with a seeming new injury as Energon beaded on the bottom edge of his visor, tiny dapples of blue that clashed against the black and navy rim.
A slow stride started to carry Soundwave forward then, languid footfalls that clicked down with an unfittingly casual pace. The coils of data cables lifted as he turned, moving to settle in the air at either side. At each end that had smoked a moment prior, flicks of electricity started to dance, a steady whirling of an internal generator roaring to life within the quiet of the laboratory.
Sharp movement, a sudden biting pop of bright light, the illumination was like lightning in the darkened environment, shocking, and abrupt, crashing into Shockwaves optic with blinding intensity. There was no middle point in between dark and light, almost a strobing burst that pulsed erratically while Soundwave approached. Within the flickers of darkness, he moved like a flipbook, tendrils rose into the air, before lurching into a different position, new scoring and marks left on the floor in his wake that seethed with red heated metal. Powerful impacts, crashing bangs like a whip crack, a streak of green, a smear of teal...
The nightmarish flipbook ended abruptly as Shockwave was suddenly plunged into blinding bright light, and a sudden environmental shift that crashed into his systems like a freight train.
Biting hot temperatures, intense light from the sun above, a blue sky and rolling hills of tan and white... the scientist would find himself dropped abruptly into the middle of the Sahara desert, with no invitation to return.
Soundwave was no novice to hacking, and he knew his way around secured lines, so Shockwave's attempt at privacy would not stop him, and would not deny him what he sought as far as he was concerned. It only added additional hoops, new barriers, and extra burdens to something that should be simple. Some of it would be lost, some filtered into the abyss, that could not be helped, and it was this that was extra frustrating to an already irritating situation.
It was bad enough, but then the electrical feedback happened.
This was the Nemesis, and was a lab nestled in a secure region. So many keys needed to be breached to get to the science wing, and even more needed to be hacked and manipulated to ever get into Shockwave's laboratory. It was safe, unlike a planet side laboratory that could be broken into with far more ease. The extra precautions to nuke the data... could be explained... but the need for a physical electrical backlash? It wasn’t.
Soundwave lurched suddenly when the surge impacted his frame, the data cables highly conductive and reactive to such things. He could fuel so much electricity out and through them instantly, and they could carry huge packets of information in an instant. This was a highway that channeled right into his very core and processor, and to have an unexpected surge lightning through them? It was agonizing.
The silent mech made no sound as this happened, his frame lurching back and away as he stumbled and detached himself from the computer system. Hollow clanking footfalls thrummed down as he stumbled to put distance, his helm crooked at a lower angle, and data cables left to hang loosely in coils against the ground. Tiny trails of smoke curled from their end, and where they connected to his torso, his body still and unresponsive for a good moment.
In the grand scheme of things, it did not take long for the navy mech to recover, but for him, it seemed like an eternity, his systems recalibrating at breakneck speed, before he gradually turned to look over at Shockwave.
Soundwave's field was normally smooth. It was an even presence that neither fluctuated nor bobbed with emotion of any kind. It could be seen as dead in a way because of this, never betraying, never deviating. However, this moment was different, it seethed with a sizzling edge that bordered on smoldering coals, and all of this ire was paired with a seeming new injury as Energon beaded on the bottom edge of his visor, tiny dapples of blue that clashed against the black and navy rim.
A slow stride started to carry Soundwave forward then, languid footfalls that clicked down with an unfittingly casual pace. The coils of data cables lifted as he turned, moving to settle in the air at either side. At each end that had smoked a moment prior, flicks of electricity started to dance, a steady whirling of an internal generator roaring to life within the quiet of the laboratory.
Sharp movement, a sudden biting pop of bright light, the illumination was like lightning in the darkened environment, shocking, and abrupt, crashing into Shockwaves optic with blinding intensity. There was no middle point in between dark and light, almost a strobing burst that pulsed erratically while Soundwave approached. Within the flickers of darkness, he moved like a flipbook, tendrils rose into the air, before lurching into a different position, new scoring and marks left on the floor in his wake that seethed with red heated metal. Powerful impacts, crashing bangs like a whip crack, a streak of green, a smear of teal...
The nightmarish flipbook ended abruptly as Shockwave was suddenly plunged into blinding bright light, and a sudden environmental shift that crashed into his systems like a freight train.
Biting hot temperatures, intense light from the sun above, a blue sky and rolling hills of tan and white... the scientist would find himself dropped abruptly into the middle of the Sahara desert, with no invitation to return.