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re_alignment_logs2013-02-25 06:24 pm
staresat) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-02-25 06:24 pm
"What are you doing?" "Scannin..."
Who: Shockwave's Drones & You! (and possibly him in person)
What: A swarm of drones begins to investigate what they can of the Haven
Where: Everywhere!
When: Last Night
Warnings: PROBES
The relative peace in the Haven might find itself mildly disturbed this day.
From Liege's quadrant, the disturbance would appear as a small black cloud before immediately dispersing across the haven. It was a swarm, to be more precise. A swarm a small drones. Only about three feet in width and roughly oblong in shape, the robotic drones began to wander into every crevice and hole they could find themselves in.
Aside from the swarm that emerged from their point of origin, the drones never interacted with each other. Individually, each probe tirelessly and methodically scanned what they could of the Haven's temples and the wide expanses between them. Any open doors or windows may lure one of the small machines in to investigate.
But, save for their rather nosy nature, the drones appeared to be totally harmless. They could be handled (to an extent) and will only flee from detectable danger. But, unless you're particularly offended by their scanning, their stay shouldn't drag out for too long. A brief scan and a few kicked over items later, and it's gone.
But of course - what would be the fun in leaving them alone? Someone's behind the use of these drones. And the motive of said person has yet to be revealed.
[[Part of this plot. The link has the deetz. Actionspam or prose is welcome!]]
What: A swarm of drones begins to investigate what they can of the Haven
Where: Everywhere!
When: Last Night
Warnings: PROBES
The relative peace in the Haven might find itself mildly disturbed this day.
From Liege's quadrant, the disturbance would appear as a small black cloud before immediately dispersing across the haven. It was a swarm, to be more precise. A swarm a small drones. Only about three feet in width and roughly oblong in shape, the robotic drones began to wander into every crevice and hole they could find themselves in.
Aside from the swarm that emerged from their point of origin, the drones never interacted with each other. Individually, each probe tirelessly and methodically scanned what they could of the Haven's temples and the wide expanses between them. Any open doors or windows may lure one of the small machines in to investigate.
But, save for their rather nosy nature, the drones appeared to be totally harmless. They could be handled (to an extent) and will only flee from detectable danger. But, unless you're particularly offended by their scanning, their stay shouldn't drag out for too long. A brief scan and a few kicked over items later, and it's gone.
But of course - what would be the fun in leaving them alone? Someone's behind the use of these drones. And the motive of said person has yet to be revealed.
[[Part of this plot. The link has the deetz. Actionspam or prose is welcome!]]
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Doc!
[action]
What? Marvelous, what is it?
[He approaches the little device, eyeing it]
What did it do, did it say anything?
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No, but it's not yours, so I shot it.
[He crosses his arms over his chest, looking down at both his ship engineer and the droid on the floor.]
It still movin'?
[action]
The gun had punched a clear hole through the center of the oblong machine, sending sparks showering out of it every once in a while. Whatever it was doing, it can't do it anymore.
- Oh, wait. Oh whoops. There's a light that flickers on from the interior of the machine as it begins to reboot. Wow what the hell? How is it still functioning?
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whoops, sorry for taking forever and a half
[The tiny machine is easily forced into the ground as it's pounced on, though it's not destroyed. Hardy little thing, isnt it? It's going to be attempting to accelerate right out of your paws, Ravage.]
It's okay, I've been slow lately too.
[Ravage holds the drone down a little longer before lifting his paws to let it go. He'll give it a three second head start before chasing after it, laughing gleefully.]
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[Try to get it now. It's just going to perch up near the top until it's assailant get's bored.]
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...
[It's just going to start tentatively scanning the surrounding area, keeping to the same height.]
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Aiming downwards, it wasn't particularly hard to single one of the drones flittering around the rocky expanse of Liege's quadrant in front of the temple.
"And what are you doing out here, hmm?" It was even easier to gently grab it, though he was surprised that it was so small, given that it was, quite obviously cybertronian in origin.
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Uh. How about no?
It doesn't have any weapons or any actual defenses to retribute with, but it still has means of moving. It's going to try to slip out of Jetfire's grip. Leave it alone to do it's job, mysterious giant.
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Of course, he's not necessarily going to open the thing up or even plug in immediately just for curiosity's sake, so he's hoping a basic outside scan is going to reveal something...
And he carefully tightens his grip on the drone, because he's not ready to let go just yet.
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A basic outside scan reveals a few basic things, the most interesting was that it was transmitting a signal. What the signal contained or where it was being directed to would need a little more invasive approach.
There's a small warble as it makes a scan of it's own to assess it's environment.
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Technically, the scanning it's doing seems perfectly harmless... as long as it keeps out of private areas, but he doubts this thing has has been programmed to differentiate or ignore that.
"Well..." He could always apologise to whoever'd made these if it became necessary, because it was obvious he wouldn't find anything out like this.
So excuse him, little drone, as he plugs right in... after he finds some adapter to make the jack small enough because why so tiny.
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That's a self destruct countdown, Jetfire. Someone doesn't want you messing around with the drone's programming.
You've got thirty seconds to defuse it before the small device blows up in your hand.
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Frown growing as the seconds passed, Jetfire had to wonder what was worth putting a self-destruct mechanism in something as basic a drone as this. Of course, some effort and resources had gone into them, but a self-destruct would eliminate that more sharply than someone reprogramming them.
"Too simple to carry much, and it's merely sending along what it scans, it seems like..." Shaking his helm, Jetfire huffed as the countdown stopped a few seconds before completion. This just made him more curious...
And wary.
Since the important thing was the scanned data itself, but he probably wouldn't find that out from this drone. That could only its maker reveal.
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With the countdown defused, further investigation would go fairly undeterred. Not that it held much. The probe had stopped scanning, seeming to refuse to process any further information with an unknown connection plugged into place.
Nonetheless, the hardware and software it was built with suggested that it was analyzing the spatial area around it, measuring the distance and analyzing the composition of the nearby material. Probably for some sort of 3D map.
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Of course, that depended upon use, and whether or not the drones avoided certain places or not. Like rooms people lived in.
After a few more moments of consideration, Jetfire decided to try and simply attach a notification tag to the simple bit of programming that'd make the drone send what it had gathered onwards.
He'd already calculated a reasonable area of origin from the point he first saw the drones, but that hadn't been immediately when they'd been left out, so the point of origin was uncertain...
And if he couldn't get the exact location the drones were sending information to, he ought to at least get a vector and go from there. It shouldn't be too hard, calculations had been going... amazingly easily lately.
That done, he unplugged the cable and carefully let go of the tiny drone. It wouldn't be too hard to catch it - or even another - if this didn't work.
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With the initial defenses bypassed, Jetfire should find a little ping of data reaching him some minutes after. Looks like it had traveled to the neighboring quadrant in the meantime.
The data was being transmitted to a mainframe somewhere within one of the mountains of the area. More likely, it was probably within a cave.
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Noting absently where the drone was going, Jetfire took to the air and tried to pinpoint the area the data was transmitted to, as well as the probable cave or building entrance. This was getting curiouser and curiouser, really.
Though, given everything, unless Liege had a side-project and had hidden it away outside of his temple, Jetfire had a rather simple short list of who it might be that was responsible... but not what it was for.
Clearly, he'd never heard of the saying that curiosity killed the cat.
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The drone kept trying to run away after scanning the room; but the door was closed and Knock Out used his prod to stop the drone from moving too much. He tampered with its protocols, managing to stop the self-destruction program before the drone blow up on his face. That was close. Whoever made those was knew what he was doing, that for sure.]
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Now that he's deemed them relatively harmless? He's casually snatching one out of the air so that he can get a closer look. He is a scientist at his core, after all (at least, this personality is).
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Better keep a tight grip on it or it's going to try to fly right out of your hands.
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Until then, he keeps his grip tight on the drone, examining it carefully. "Now vhere... did you come from?" he muses quietly, not at all expecting an answer. But maybe he can see if it will do anything else.
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A probe that's trapped in between two giant robot fingers. Not much it can do here, buddy. Well, save for scanning. Scanning and transmitting a signal.
Which is what it's going to be doing. Hi, don't mind if it just analyzes your fingers there.
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"Haha~ Aw, zhat tickles!"
He rolls the drone in his fingers, careful not to accidentally squish it -- although he figures he can always grab another one if he does.
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The drone's internal gyroscope is freaking out as it tries to orient itself while it's being rolled. Not that you could tell, all it's doing is trying to twist in between your fingers to right itself.
STOP IT.
STOP IT NOW.
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He finally holds it upright once again and holds it steady for a moment. Having had his fun, he gently pulls his fingers away from it, waiting to see if it darts off right away.
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After reorienting itself, the drone immediately charts another course: AWAY FROM HERE.
Off it goes!
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Grimlock had grown to distrust anything moving in groups. Maybe it was just his instinct after the insecticon swarm had blinded him and chewed him and his team apart. The pain from that was still plenty fresh in his mind.
At the very least, he doesn't go seeking any of them out until they intrude on the solitude of his quarters.
His kneejerk reaction was the swat the thing down as it zips past his head.
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It was positively tiny, and didn't take much to go crunch against the wall closest to his head. But, unfortunately, it wasn't the only one. Soon enough, another machine would find itself in his quarters, then another.
Actually, there's a few of them beginning to gather, as if to confirm what the first one had just seen. Still, they were positively diminutive, and the only thing they seemed to be doing where wandering. Wandering, and occasionally scanning. Near you.
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Really brief, since it's like smashing one had been like a huge beacon to a whole bunch of others. Grimlock wasn't a science type by a long shot. He couldn't fathom a guess as to what these things wanted, aside from being absolutely annoying. Didn't matter they seemed non-hostile. Grimlock had plenty of hostility to make up for it.
He snarls, rising to his feet this time, and takes his sword into hand. The blades click out, one by one.
"Get out."
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What, were you expecting an answer? They're drones. They're going to keep doing what they're doing: being annoying little shits.
The machines begin to gather by his legs, taking in closer scans than they did before. They usually weren't so persistant, but it seemed like whomever was driving them was taking a particular interest in this find.
One even had the audacity to start to hover near the sword to investigate.
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Unfortunately, his expectations were let down.
Grimlock responds to it just like he does everything else: he tries to smash them. He kicks his foot out, aiming for the cluster that had gathered by his legs. Yes, good. Group together to be easier targets.
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GOD what annoying little pieces of crap.
Of course, while they do this they're transmitting their location and status. The owner was probably already in transit.
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Which might be comical, since he's so huge. He gives up trying to kick and instead leans over to swat and smack the things, much like mosquitoes. Transmissions? Hah! Definitely not on his mind. Besides, smashing them will solve all problems.