by Baneblade » Fri Sep 28, 2012 8:21 pm
- Motto: "Scream....it only make it more fun"
- Weapon: Plasma Cannon
[edited a little oversight]
Thanatos Lab/Gungrave - Overdose
Contemptor looked up at Mal Practice from the berth that he was stationed into, all the while as the medic worked his magic with connecting the relays for the new Energon Derivative - Ore-13 - to his body, connecting the major pipelines and energon feeds of his central core and main pump. Effectively setting up for a complete drain of original energon fluid, and preparing for a direct transplant of the new energon into his system.
'Kid'? for rust's sake, the old man was one crotchety old pain in the arse, but in fairness, he did sort out the new plasma shotguns from his damaged plasma cannon. Yeah next time he went fighting in a desert, he would be taking something a lot more upfront and personal. Such a shame that he was a truck and not a tank. Feh, its not like he'd be rushing off to fight in such a desolate, and dusty place. He had still been picking sand out of his gears even after the repair job that Psychout had performed on him in the Med Bay of the Thanatos, but this was something else entirely.
This was new ground for the truck-con. And for once, he was enjoying the fact that he could be at the forefront of something. Not just anything mind you, as everyone can be at the forefront of just a something. This - however, and in a roundabout whatsit and whoosit way - was something that would break them into new ground! A chance of untold discovery and revolution. A chance of...
'Whoa, that was a funny feeling that...oo.. thats nice, sort of warm and fuzzy and like the caress of a few well programmed femme-con's and...hey fancy flashing lights!'
"Never you mind those flashing red lights kid, they only means warning in the 'general' sense. You just lie back and think of well oiled Fembots..."
...Contemptor shook his head and focused his purple optics on Mal Practice in a sort of half scowl. You know, the one that you give someone when you're over tired, or drunk or...well ...just trying to focus on something important ok? It was one of those looks.
His speech was a bit flappy too - like his vocal processors were lagging.
"Shure things Malp...anyshin the docshtor ordershes.." He could hear a giggle coming from somewhere, and there was a pair of insanely glowing red optics coming from somewhere..ah it wasn't important, just getting this turbo boost was the completely important part. Contemptor looked over from his berth at the form of Deathdancer, and gave a smile.
'Well Mal Practice did say to think of well oiled femmecons...although he didnt seem to say anything about...cute...ones...with....a.....'
Contemptor entered that hazy state. Not stasis lock, and not full functionality, but that bit. You know. The one that was in between. Inbetween what, no one knows, but it felt blue and fuzzy, like a fluffy cloud of hope and....
...there was a sudden, hellish rush of pure, unadulterated energy. A full throttle countenance that had Contemptor arching up from the berth, straining at the bonds that were holding him down as his body shook violently with the unexpected surge of potent ultra energon as his mouth opened in a silent scream, light emanating from his mouth and optics. A bright purple light, electric bolts of red and black arcing through the glow as Contemptor had a serious energon high. And what happened next stopped everyone else as what started as a crackle, escaped into a maddening roar. A roar swirled and laced with power as Contemptor's massive hands opened and closed into tight balled fists, each joint in his armour took on the same hellish red and purple glow as his systems surged with the barely restrained power.
"GGGGGGGGGHHHHHHRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
The restraints buckled and a large hex bolt went flying, whizzing past Mal Practice's head and then riccocheting off the wall and heading in the direction of Deathdancer as Contemptor finally lay still on the berth. His body letting off steam as his ventilation system kicked into overdrive before finally calming down as his bios read-outs began to chime in on the berth monitor next to him.
There was a hiss as the restraint clasps moved away from the prone truckformer, creaking as they did so because of the damaged caused by Contemptor's violent thrashing. And coming to a halt in a painfully slow manner, there was silence as the large decepticon started to twitch, his actuators, spasaming slightly as his neural network began to come alive like a fully working spectrum - or as the fleshlings would call it "Lit up like a christmas tree" before his optics came online, glowing with the familliar black-red hue - making his purple optics more menacing than before.
Even the scar through his left optic was glowing with the infusion of the energon derviative as Contemptor ran a self bios scan, his vocal processors altered slightly, a more tersely mechannical tone to them as he spoke in a monotonous voice for the first few moments.
"Ultra Energon Derivative Synthesis Complete...
...Ultra Energon Has Replaced Standard Levels Of Inferior Product...
...Systems Functioning At Peak Performance...
...Efficiency at 300%...Maximum Absorption...
...System::Mobile::Talient::Ex-Cel...
...
...
...
...Standby..."
There was a quirky silence before Contemptor moved again, this time his reactions lightning fast as he drew the twins, and let fire at a floating maintenance droid as it darted from one end of the lab to the other.
It exploded in a loud shower of plasma infused sparks as Contemptor slung one of the cannons over his shoulder in an 'I'm a badass' action.
"So Mal... whats next...and where is the nearest scrap....I'm spoiling for a fight!"
Last edited by
Baneblade on Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:18 am, edited 1 time in total.