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Who: Shockwave and YOU, unfortunately
Where: Around
When: Oh man who cares.
What: Cracks knuckles despite only having one working hand - it's time for Science.
Warnings: Shockwave. Will update as needed.
( a ) city
The laboratory was stopgap; very much a work in progress with antiquated equipment identified after the sheets of dust and debris were pulled back revealing something, well, altogether underwhelming. Shockwave had worked in greater want for his nigh impossible standards met in the past, but he felt the simplicity that ruled his life now more challenge than before. All because he was presented with the rather disturbing mystery to be opened up and examined: What, in his absence, could have so thoroughly salted the earth. Reverse engineering the apocalypse certainly seemed like a task he could accomplish given time.
Shockwave needed to work - too many questions to be answered, and after Emma carved that much-needed stricture into his brow he was...spurred to begin anew with greater purpose. The bare bones of what he surmised to be a university research lab would have to suffice. For now.
Prodding the nerve endings of the network, now more noticed by the outside world than a ripple in a greater reservoir, he examined the footprints left behind by the minds behind it, amused with how rudimentary it was. Impressed that even existed at all. A Beowulf cluster suddenly superseded all other priorities; something closed and close to the chest away from prying eyes. In the matter of hours all useable hardware had been cannibalized with the stripped parts left out the front doors out into a narrow alleyway between the lab and desolate campus like bones spat out at the mouth of a monsters' cave. The afterthought of his mess a warning written loud and clear: Stay Away.
( b ) wildcard
( pick your own adventure; finding holo avatar Shockwave in somewhere too small for his regular old purplesaurus rex self or any other feasible random encounter )
Where: Around
When: Oh man who cares.
What: Cracks knuckles despite only having one working hand - it's time for Science.
Warnings: Shockwave. Will update as needed.
( a ) city
The laboratory was stopgap; very much a work in progress with antiquated equipment identified after the sheets of dust and debris were pulled back revealing something, well, altogether underwhelming. Shockwave had worked in greater want for his nigh impossible standards met in the past, but he felt the simplicity that ruled his life now more challenge than before. All because he was presented with the rather disturbing mystery to be opened up and examined: What, in his absence, could have so thoroughly salted the earth. Reverse engineering the apocalypse certainly seemed like a task he could accomplish given time.
Shockwave needed to work - too many questions to be answered, and after Emma carved that much-needed stricture into his brow he was...spurred to begin anew with greater purpose. The bare bones of what he surmised to be a university research lab would have to suffice. For now.
Prodding the nerve endings of the network, now more noticed by the outside world than a ripple in a greater reservoir, he examined the footprints left behind by the minds behind it, amused with how rudimentary it was. Impressed that even existed at all. A Beowulf cluster suddenly superseded all other priorities; something closed and close to the chest away from prying eyes. In the matter of hours all useable hardware had been cannibalized with the stripped parts left out the front doors out into a narrow alleyway between the lab and desolate campus like bones spat out at the mouth of a monsters' cave. The afterthought of his mess a warning written loud and clear: Stay Away.
( b ) wildcard
( pick your own adventure; finding holo avatar Shockwave in somewhere too small for his regular old purplesaurus rex self or any other feasible random encounter )
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Shockwave's words don't inspire much of a change. At least, nothing beyond a curious head tilt.
"I was pulled from the fight against the Reapers on Earth." Which means he hasn't the slightest idea who Metroplex would be. As far as he knew, Starscream had shut him down and that was the end of that. No one had really informed him otherwise.
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More out of saving himself the time, but having suffered a lapse into a broader spectrum of emotion he could nearly call it pity.
"Putting the cart before the horse as I've heard it called." Shockwave commented in reference to that phenomenally stupid decision on Megatron's part to order in a Phase Sixer when Earth could barely be considered phase two. All out of wounded pride.
"Earth is no longer a concern to anyone."
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But the vagueness wasn't new and Sixshot wasn't bred to question. He was Megatron's most loyal dog, so obedient that his hesitance in the face of the Reapers had surprised their ex-leader. Depression had eaten away the rest of his cares eons ago, either way.
"Megatron's defected," he says simply. "What about you?"
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Shockwave has always been something of a wild card; not necessarily unpredictable but having long since enjoyed operating out of certain assumptions set in place for Megatron's so-called inner circle. Unlike Starscream he never changed his tune to stay in the good graces of his peers, and unlike Soundwave had no personal stake in the so-called cause. Shockwave operated exclusively as a free agent so it was never any wonder when he finally got around to making it official.
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It stops as suddenly as it started, massive jaws snapping back together with a heavy click. For a moment, the Sixer remains silent, staring off into the desolate cityscape, unmoving. Then he turns his head away and rises, lazily shaking off the dusty.
"Just thought I'd announce my presence. I'll be around if you need me."