Ep0 - 'Partner Up, Padre' - Closed
Feb 10, 2012 12:53:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2012 12:53:40 GMT -5
Barricade’s neural net was not taking the firewall partitions very well, not that any mind took having portions of it forcibly cordoned of from itself and the infiltrator kept jerking in recharge, fine motor functions flinching in a combination of repair processes and repressed instincts to run as his processor tried with slow, chugging efforts to defrag what could not be removed. He ended up reliving sections of memory out of context, a blurs of partial sensor recall, some of which was pleasant enough – the sound of Frenzy’s voice, a touch, someone laughing, the kick back of a blaster shot, blade friction from a cut – and some of which was really not. He felt a fist in his chest, closing around the charged metal of his spark casing and he felt himself (but did not hear himself, the audio was lost) screaming.
He felt the sutures of firewall in his head like garrote wire pulled tight in his brain, cutting him off from himself and it was maddening to the fracture point of his sanity…
And then he woke up. He came online more gently than he could have expected to, given what he’d been replaying through his mass-memory. His sensors warming back to full activity, the steady hum of his bond network came to his attention – the small buzz of another EMF synced to his and the peripheral code-stream of some mech networked into his auxillery systems. Blearily, he wondered why Frenzy was trying to sync data while he was unconscious… before realizing that wasn’t Frenzy’s ident. His optics flared online and he jerked upright, engines growling in the chamber of his chest just in time to see a small, silver figure hopping off his berth. A cassette?
“Who’s there?”
He felt the sutures of firewall in his head like garrote wire pulled tight in his brain, cutting him off from himself and it was maddening to the fracture point of his sanity…
And then he woke up. He came online more gently than he could have expected to, given what he’d been replaying through his mass-memory. His sensors warming back to full activity, the steady hum of his bond network came to his attention – the small buzz of another EMF synced to his and the peripheral code-stream of some mech networked into his auxillery systems. Blearily, he wondered why Frenzy was trying to sync data while he was unconscious… before realizing that wasn’t Frenzy’s ident. His optics flared online and he jerked upright, engines growling in the chamber of his chest just in time to see a small, silver figure hopping off his berth. A cassette?
“Who’s there?”