Ep. 1.5 - A Friendly Raid (Closed)
Feb 9, 2013 22:54:07 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2013 22:54:07 GMT -5
(Kickback and Soledad in cyberspace. Set perhaps a day or two after Kickback has been awakened. - OOC)
He couldn't believe it.
It was enough to make him want to pull out his antennae with all four hands. Not only were the Eradicons loafing about, they were spending their time immersing into the native culture through network gaming. Why couldn't they spend their time doing something productive, like weapons training or even going outside to enjoy the solar radiation and fresh air?
He assumed Soundwave had things under control. Had the Eradicons been under his watch, things would have been quite different. Fraternizing and communications with natives and potentially the enemy would have been left to those better trained in intelligence or counterintelligence.
Did Megatron know of this? Would he care? Kickback quickly weighed options in his mind, sifting and sorting, pushing data against potential response, known factors, unknown factors. He wished that he had an information network already established, so that he could trace the lines of connection between one target to the next, and know how to pull the right string on each and every puppet to produce the desired effect.
It would be a long road to establishing safety and efficacy on an alien world, but he was already formulating a strategy to make it happen.
Hunched over a computer terminal that was intended for someone half his size, Kickback accessed what the natives called the "internet", following after links and resources most frequenly used by the Eradicons. A particular human 'MMO' was one of the most heavily used. The graphics were crude and garish to his optics, and he steeled himself to immerse into an activity that he could in no way imagine would be enjoyable.
Creating an entry-level character under the name "Foucault", Kickback respirated through his spiracles and logged onto the game's guild forums, scanning through messages exchanged between the various Eradicon members.
With the resigned hestitation of a child placed in front of a plate of steamed brussel sprouts and told to eat, he began typing out a request for assistance in learning the game, using the specialized vernacular he had acquired from studying popular internet sources.
----[ Chat Window ]--------------------------------------------------------------
Foucault: LOL I am a totes n00b at this, can I has a halp, plz?
He couldn't believe it.
It was enough to make him want to pull out his antennae with all four hands. Not only were the Eradicons loafing about, they were spending their time immersing into the native culture through network gaming. Why couldn't they spend their time doing something productive, like weapons training or even going outside to enjoy the solar radiation and fresh air?
He assumed Soundwave had things under control. Had the Eradicons been under his watch, things would have been quite different. Fraternizing and communications with natives and potentially the enemy would have been left to those better trained in intelligence or counterintelligence.
Did Megatron know of this? Would he care? Kickback quickly weighed options in his mind, sifting and sorting, pushing data against potential response, known factors, unknown factors. He wished that he had an information network already established, so that he could trace the lines of connection between one target to the next, and know how to pull the right string on each and every puppet to produce the desired effect.
It would be a long road to establishing safety and efficacy on an alien world, but he was already formulating a strategy to make it happen.
Hunched over a computer terminal that was intended for someone half his size, Kickback accessed what the natives called the "internet", following after links and resources most frequenly used by the Eradicons. A particular human 'MMO' was one of the most heavily used. The graphics were crude and garish to his optics, and he steeled himself to immerse into an activity that he could in no way imagine would be enjoyable.
Creating an entry-level character under the name "Foucault", Kickback respirated through his spiracles and logged onto the game's guild forums, scanning through messages exchanged between the various Eradicon members.
With the resigned hestitation of a child placed in front of a plate of steamed brussel sprouts and told to eat, he began typing out a request for assistance in learning the game, using the specialized vernacular he had acquired from studying popular internet sources.
----[ Chat Window ]--------------------------------------------------------------
Foucault: LOL I am a totes n00b at this, can I has a halp, plz?