Ep 0 - "Fate's Instruments" Fri Afternoon
Dec 12, 2011 23:03:42 GMT -5
Post by steele on Dec 12, 2011 23:03:42 GMT -5
(OOC: Continuing from Finding Sniper.)
Serotype watched the group of mech disappear out of sight in to the ground bridge. She still stood there staring at empty space with everyone now long gone.
She mulled it all over. What has she done? Did she really just infect the mech that was helping her?
Was it worth it?
She wasn't just another mindless killer nor was she just one of Megatron's henchemechs. She prefered being impersonal, clinical, and unattached to her targets. She did this by avoiding their face and never having a name. If she had to refer to anyone as anything, it was by number. It avoided attachment.
Serotype couldn't say any of that now.
She knew Bumblebee's name and face. There was no denying that fact. She broke her own rules. And there was no gain.
Her mind twisted with a combination of anger and guilt. It started to manifest itself in to a silent rage.
There was no going back now. It would only be a matter of time before any of her would-be-former collegues would have put all the pieces together. And then what? She'd be dumped in the desert too? Like Sniper?
No. Serotype wasn't going to let this happen. From here on out, she would be the author to her own fate. An instrument of her own destiny. This started now.
And so she stood there no longer staring in to empty space. Much rather, she had pulled out another canister from her subspace and scored it with her claws. Serotype pinged her final command to her Life Unit. This would be her third act of treason against the Decepticons and one of many future acts against their cause.
One final ping was all it took for the chaos to happen.
*******
<Nemesis: Serotype's Lab>
The Life Unit had been preoccupying itself with its' last command of looking after the lab. Nothing much has happened when the fire doors came slamming down. If anything, it made the job much easier for the little test bot.
If there was anything the Life Bot didn't quite expect (if it were capable of expecting anything) was a pinged series of commands from its' master. It was, by no means, commands to be taken lightly.
Instead of standing by the door, the Life Unit took a strategic area of the room. It too had one thing it need to ping. Serotype's final message. It was to be broadcast publicly. It served two purposes: buying the time needed to activate the Life Unit's self-destruct sequence and the other was to let it be entirely known what her intentions were. That was the plan.
The message was starting to broadcast on any public system on the Nemesis. Text only:
Greetings.
I suppose you are wondering why you've received this. The truth is I never actually was on your side when you took me in. You were too late. When my assistant tried to murder me, I couldn’t help but to start thinking differently. I finally understood what I was doing to my test subjects. How I murdered them. It was different being on the other side of the glass that day. Dying for the first time is hard. No one ever really comes back to tell you what that’s like. None of my test subjects ever did. But I came back.
My time under incarceration changed me even more now that I understand things better. I wanted to undo the damage I caused and I have caused my fair share. It felt good to be able to atone for my crimes before the crash. But that was before I was taken on board the Nemesis. Before I was sent on this mission. Before I met anyone here. I played everyone just to survive long enough to leave. I did what I had to to survive.
Megatron..... for what you made me do.... You disgust me.
The funny thing is that Starscream knew all along about what really happened during my time with the Autobots. He knew.
Since all of this transpired, I have came to a decision that I would much rather die as an Autobot prisoner than to serve the Decepticons for one more day. So by the time this recording is done, I will have taken all my research and my lab will explode.
I’ll be running. But don’t worry. I’ll be back to finish everyone who has wronged me. But right now, this is where I get off. So catch me while you still can. All of you already know what comes next.
And when that message had finished playing out. There was only one more sound to be heard. A loud sound. One that could be felt.
BOOM!
Serotype watched the group of mech disappear out of sight in to the ground bridge. She still stood there staring at empty space with everyone now long gone.
She mulled it all over. What has she done? Did she really just infect the mech that was helping her?
Was it worth it?
She wasn't just another mindless killer nor was she just one of Megatron's henchemechs. She prefered being impersonal, clinical, and unattached to her targets. She did this by avoiding their face and never having a name. If she had to refer to anyone as anything, it was by number. It avoided attachment.
Serotype couldn't say any of that now.
She knew Bumblebee's name and face. There was no denying that fact. She broke her own rules. And there was no gain.
Her mind twisted with a combination of anger and guilt. It started to manifest itself in to a silent rage.
There was no going back now. It would only be a matter of time before any of her would-be-former collegues would have put all the pieces together. And then what? She'd be dumped in the desert too? Like Sniper?
No. Serotype wasn't going to let this happen. From here on out, she would be the author to her own fate. An instrument of her own destiny. This started now.
And so she stood there no longer staring in to empty space. Much rather, she had pulled out another canister from her subspace and scored it with her claws. Serotype pinged her final command to her Life Unit. This would be her third act of treason against the Decepticons and one of many future acts against their cause.
One final ping was all it took for the chaos to happen.
*******
<Nemesis: Serotype's Lab>
The Life Unit had been preoccupying itself with its' last command of looking after the lab. Nothing much has happened when the fire doors came slamming down. If anything, it made the job much easier for the little test bot.
If there was anything the Life Bot didn't quite expect (if it were capable of expecting anything) was a pinged series of commands from its' master. It was, by no means, commands to be taken lightly.
Instead of standing by the door, the Life Unit took a strategic area of the room. It too had one thing it need to ping. Serotype's final message. It was to be broadcast publicly. It served two purposes: buying the time needed to activate the Life Unit's self-destruct sequence and the other was to let it be entirely known what her intentions were. That was the plan.
The message was starting to broadcast on any public system on the Nemesis. Text only:
Greetings.
I suppose you are wondering why you've received this. The truth is I never actually was on your side when you took me in. You were too late. When my assistant tried to murder me, I couldn’t help but to start thinking differently. I finally understood what I was doing to my test subjects. How I murdered them. It was different being on the other side of the glass that day. Dying for the first time is hard. No one ever really comes back to tell you what that’s like. None of my test subjects ever did. But I came back.
My time under incarceration changed me even more now that I understand things better. I wanted to undo the damage I caused and I have caused my fair share. It felt good to be able to atone for my crimes before the crash. But that was before I was taken on board the Nemesis. Before I was sent on this mission. Before I met anyone here. I played everyone just to survive long enough to leave. I did what I had to to survive.
Megatron..... for what you made me do.... You disgust me.
The funny thing is that Starscream knew all along about what really happened during my time with the Autobots. He knew.
Since all of this transpired, I have came to a decision that I would much rather die as an Autobot prisoner than to serve the Decepticons for one more day. So by the time this recording is done, I will have taken all my research and my lab will explode.
I’ll be running. But don’t worry. I’ll be back to finish everyone who has wronged me. But right now, this is where I get off. So catch me while you still can. All of you already know what comes next.
And when that message had finished playing out. There was only one more sound to be heard. A loud sound. One that could be felt.
BOOM!