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On Screen> The nerve centre of the Decepticon
HQ is ever a hive of activity. Overseeing it all with calm, inexpressive
gaze is Cyclonus, standing near to the vacant command chair with arms clasped
studiously behind his back as he monitors the constant stream of information
which streams in.
On Screen> Erin O'Malley slips through the
doors once Cyclonus passes through them. She's taking the chance to explore
her new home and surroundings. She her eyes glitter in the light reflected
off them by the many computer terminals. She glances at the more noticable
figure in the command center, and musters up her courage to investigate
him.
On Screen> Cyclonus looks with bland, unemotional
gaze at the arrival of the human, his red eyes increasing in intensity
in perhaps the only indication of his interest, the Sub-Commander remaining
quiet and analytical for the moment.
Throne Room - Decepticon HQ(#4868RWtM)
The room is dim just like that of Shockwave's quarters. The purplish hue
given to it by the waters of another reinforced window that gives him an
ample view of the waters the base is under. A large purple throne built
to fit a Cybertronian of his size sits in the middle of the room on a large
dias. Computer terminals are at his reach, the room his highly secured.
Cannons hidden in the walls make any attempt at his life impossible. He's
able to monitor any activity that is occuring outside of his throne room,
and on the control center of his maverl of a base.
Contents:
Obvious exits:
<C> leads to Control Room - Decepticon
HQ.
<O> leads to Command Nexus - Decepticon
HQ.
On Screen> Erin O'Malley cranes her head to
look up, well it's just as bad in terms of looking at Shockwave. She mmms,
and says softly, "Hello." She eyes the throne room doors, and then looks
back to Cyclonus. Either expecting the worse or to come out of things unscratched.
On Screen> Cyclonus cocks his head to one
side in scrutiny of the tiny human, his neck craning slightly downward
so that he can get a better look at her. "Hello," he answers tersely, voice
reverberating through the metal floor of the control centre.
On Screen> Erin O'Malley nods her head, and
keeps her composure calm and collective, "I am Intelligence Agent, Erin
O'Malley.." At least she can give herself some worth.
On Screen> Cyclonus brings his arms forward
to fold across his massive chest. "Yes, I have heard of you. Shockwave
has need of you, it would seem."
On Screen> Erin O'Malley places her clamly
hands in her pockets. She's a bit nervous, and she nods, "Right, a messanger,
and when it calls for it an informant."
On Screen> Cyclonus nods in understanding.
"We do at times require a link to the humans, yes."
On Screen> Erin O'Malley nods her head, "And
humans need to understand the Decepticons as well."
On Screen> Cyclonus shakes his head in consternation.
"The humans cannot fully understand the Decepticons. We are too far above
your thought processes."
On Screen> Erin O'Malley blinks her eyes,
and hmms, "Okay, but I pretty much have an idea on what you want. I don't
understand everything, but I would of picked being vaporized if some of
the concepts didn't appeal to me. And I'm sure others would be more than
willing. And I don't think some of you guys could understand humans."
On Screen> Cyclonus frowns slightly, his gaze
smoldering in distaste. "We do not need to understand humans. You have
benefits, yes, but your emotions make you weak. We have no need for such
fetters to our far more elevated and enlightened intelligence."
On Screen> Erin O'Malley shrugs, and hmphs,
"And it's those emotions that has kept both the Decepticons and Autobots
from walking over us. Humans might have technology that is lower than your
standards, but humans for the most part aren't thrilled with sharing Earth
with two waring factions of giant robots. And considering we do have an
arsenal that could blow up the Earth ten times over..We're not something
to be taken too lightly. But those weapons wouldn't be used due to a bunch
of pathetic tree hugging, long haired, hippies. I told Shockwave the same
I'm telling you."
On Screen> Cyclonus replies pointedly, "And
we have weapons enough to destroy this planet several /hundred/ times over.
And they could very easily be used, tree-hugging, long-haired hippies notwithstanding."
On Screen> Erin O'Malley nods her head, "No
kidding. Figured it's better to get used to the new owners of Earth. That
and I agree more closely with the Decepticon agenda."
On Screen> Cyclonus cracks a thin smile. "Good.
It is a pity more of your kind do not realize this."
Control Room - Decepticon HQ(#4872Rnt)
The south hatch slides open, revealing the heart of the Decepticons on
Earth. The design of the bridge makes it all a dark grey. To each side
of you, there are consoles, where the Science, Tactical, and Weapons officers
sit. The commanders chair is dead center, and is able to turn to view the
entire bridge. On each of his arm rests are controls for which he can take
direct control over any aspect of the ship or bridge.
In front of him, are the Navigation and Engineering stations and the large
three dimensional hologram viewscreen system. The hologram viewscreen shows
any of the views from the cameras mounted on the hull of the ship in full
three dimensional representation.
Contents:
Erin O'Malley [Human]
Cyclonus [Robot]
Space Bridge
Obvious exits:
<T> leads to Throne Room - Decepticon
HQ.
<O> leads to Command Nexus - Decepticon
HQ.
Shockwave steps out of his throne room having
listened to the conversation on his monitor screens. He remains at the
doors, quiet, and he glances down at his little agent.
Cyclonus just glanced at you.
Cyclonus quirks a metallic brow at the entrance
of the Commander, conversation only naturally halting.
Erin O'Malley shrugs, "I'm sure there are
more. Part of the reason Shockwave has me here."
Shockwave turns his head to face Cyclonus,
and he calmly speaks with his optic shimmering once, "I see that you have
met with our operative." He walks over towards his command chair, and seats
himself down.
Cyclonus clasps his hands rigidly behind his
back and nods. "I have, yes. She ... is certainly confident, to say the
least."
Erin O'Malley looks at Shockwave, and she
nods her head, "Greetings, Commander."
Shockwave's optic flashes, and he brings up
her history. The medical reports are the first to come up, "This human
is more valuable to us due to her mental capabilities. To keep what she
is able to do unknown she has been given the duty of a simple..operative,
or one of my own..'pets'."
Erin O'Malley frowns at the word pet, and
that her history is being exposed. She steps closer towards the command
chair, and mmms quietly.
Cyclonus readily nods, never one to question
orders. "What sort of ... mental capabilities has she command of?"
Shockwave's optic flashes, and on the computer
reads a wide list of these mental wonders. Rare for humans to have one,
but for telepathy, telekentics, and empathy scroll on the computer monitor,
"While Soundwave is also able to read the minds of others. The capability
in both human and Cybertronian is extremely rare."
Cyclonus blinks in mild surprise, his head
cocking to side as he reads the impressive inventory of abilities. "Yes,
it would appear she can serve our cause quite well indeed."
Erin O'Malley looks over the computer screen
as well..She knew about them, and well so did her folks. She says, "I try
not to use them often..They tend to make me exhausted.."
Shockwave nods his head slowly, "And she was
more than willing to aide our cause. So it makes chances of treason less
than likely, but she has been warned that I will simply remove her brain
modual from her skull if she does committ such an act."
Cyclonus assures with no small amount of vehemence
in his voice, "But only after far more hideous things were done to the
rest of her, of course."
Erin O'Malley frowns as she hears the threats.
She says, "I don't plan on it. I came to you willingly, and I don't regret
what I did."
Shockwave's optic flickers, and he calmly
intones, "Such actions would prove wasteful on a human. And as she claims
betrayal is not an option."
Cyclonus gestures towards the busied, technological
wonder that is the nerve centre of this installation. "After witnessing
such spectacles as this, how could she? We so vastly surpass the infinitesimally
smaller wisdom which the humans possess, there is no option but unquestionable
service for any who have had their eyes opened to our greatness."
Erin O'Malley climbs up to the arm rest of
the command chair, and she looks at the technological wonders, "There's
more to it than just more advanced technology. Being given more recognition
by those up top, and better treatement is something I've never gotten from
my own kind."
Shockwave's optic shimmers, and he hmms, "A
unquie trait for a human not to be driven by some personal greed. Impressive."
Cyclonus nods in agreement. "Quite rare even
for our kind."
Erin O'Malley looks at the spacebridge, and
she ponders, "Though I wouldn't mind a trip through Shock's spacebridge
there. But it's off limits, but I'll live."
Shockwave lifts his hand up from the arm rest,
and he calmly intones, "The situation on Cybertron would place yourself
at risk. Noting the frailities of humans there is a 98.7 that you would
not survive your visit."
Cyclonus chuckles in blithe amusement. "Yes,
I can assure you it is not a trip you would enjoy."
Erin O'Malley secures herself on the arm rest,
and she shrugs, "It surely would be something worth dying for. For now
I'll just enjoy the advancements of space travel you guys have made. Far
more impressive and advanced than anything humanity has right now."
Shockwave's optic flickers, and he looks down
at the now taken space on his arm rest. He calmly intones, "You still have
your own ambitions, and they are rather admirable for a human. As for your
trip if the situation was not as violate as it was. I am certain that you
would enjoy to see the spires of Cybertron's many cities."