Ep1.5 - Acid Storm's Lab - "Drip" - (Closed)
Mar 26, 2013 5:15:26 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2013 5:15:26 GMT -5
Though a gregarious creature fond of seeing her friends and comrades in their living and working environments, there were areas of the Nemesis where Fairwinds simply did not go. The labs were one of them: Shockwave creeped the inner-energon out of her, and Acid Storm annoyed the dregs out of her. If it hadn't been for the lazy Seeker's promising expertise in chemical weapons, she doubted her master would ignore his constant napping and refusal to do anything more than the absolute minimum for the cause outside of his research.
When Megatron had summoned her to the oft-sealed and recently repaired lab, Fairwinds had zipped from the Eradicon mess entertaining the thought that the scientist might have dozed off into a vat of something, melted his faceplate off, and she was being called down to make silly poses on the body whilst Soundwave took pictures.
When she cleared the locked-open doorway and located Megatron in the expansive space, Fairwinds chirred with a little thrill that there was, in fact, a body. Though it hadn't been Acid Storm's faceplate that had melted off. Twists of acrid smoke from where the peculiar chemistry of the Seeker's body continued to burn rose from the scorched melding of his torso and chair. Shot from behind, the dialed-down cannon blast had obliterated his primary internals and melted the rest into the semi-destroyed chair, leaving Acid Storm's pillowed arms and helm still intact atop the worktable.
"Extraction, Fairwinds."
The cassette did not need to look to know that Megatron was at the computer banks, scrolling through data after Soundwave had remotely hacked through the unsanctioned security. She perched on Acid Storm's right shoulder, admiring the view, before hopping onto the table and beginning to pry away the dead mech's helm plates.
<<OOC: Tag to Barricade. Fairwinds will tag occasionally, but primarily a Barricade/Megatron thread.>>
When Megatron had summoned her to the oft-sealed and recently repaired lab, Fairwinds had zipped from the Eradicon mess entertaining the thought that the scientist might have dozed off into a vat of something, melted his faceplate off, and she was being called down to make silly poses on the body whilst Soundwave took pictures.
When she cleared the locked-open doorway and located Megatron in the expansive space, Fairwinds chirred with a little thrill that there was, in fact, a body. Though it hadn't been Acid Storm's faceplate that had melted off. Twists of acrid smoke from where the peculiar chemistry of the Seeker's body continued to burn rose from the scorched melding of his torso and chair. Shot from behind, the dialed-down cannon blast had obliterated his primary internals and melted the rest into the semi-destroyed chair, leaving Acid Storm's pillowed arms and helm still intact atop the worktable.
"Extraction, Fairwinds."
The cassette did not need to look to know that Megatron was at the computer banks, scrolling through data after Soundwave had remotely hacked through the unsanctioned security. She perched on Acid Storm's right shoulder, admiring the view, before hopping onto the table and beginning to pry away the dead mech's helm plates.
<<OOC: Tag to Barricade. Fairwinds will tag occasionally, but primarily a Barricade/Megatron thread.>>