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ante_luceSide note, I found somewhere selling (...Alternators? Not sure, they're made of metal though) Binaltech Jazz (okay, Meister) and Bluestreak for ~$50 each. Not sure if I should acquire them, or let it go, since I've no bearings in that series. Thoughts?
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arkred:
I know this is not TF Animated-based but...
This ´verse needs a Lockdown.I mean he loved/lived for the Mods in cannon so why not here?
So, prompts...
A.)The little voice in my head screams for him being either A, C or a previous project/client of that lab.
or
B.) A modded hitman/hacker/merc/whatever meets a stunning black haired android on the run and takes him under his wing (or under him, period.* XD) to teach him the ways of the free, amoral and greedy men.
* In canon Lockdown was kinda obsessed with Mods AND Prowl, mix a Prowl look alike minus the moral code that is a walking Mod and you have instant -creepy- love.
Warnings: Lockdown has a potty mouf.
He woke up in restraints. Sensors indicated more people in the room, two heartbeats, one slow and regular, the other going like a hyperactive chimp on speed. Keeping his eyes shut, he tried to monitor their movements and gain a sense of his surroundings.
“Come off it, I know you’re awake. And don’t try anything funny, I got your weapons systems all disabled.”
Cover blown, he lifted his head to look at the owner of that gravelly voice. The speaker was tall. Tattooed everywhere, including his face, gleaming mods strewn all over his form. Muscled, like a pit bull, and with a visage to match. Beside the man perched a skinny teenager, jittery as heck and eyeing him like he was the most fascinating thing in the world.
“Who the frag are you, and why am I tied up here?”
“Well now, aren’t you mouthy, seeing as to how you’re in no position to be asking questions. But, I suppose I should be polite and do the civilised people thing. Set an example for the glitchling over there.”
A dismissing thumb was jerked at the teen, and the man smirked at him.
“You’re enjoying the comforts of my patented restrain system because… let’s put it this way. A couple of interested parties heard you’d slipped the coop, decided they were interested, and they pay very well. Oodles of cash up front, and one of them threw in ‘Experiment F’ as a sweetener.”
“M…my n-name is Fr-enzy!”
“You can call yourself Professor Princess for all I care, kid.” The tattooed man snorted, and he growled from his helpless position.
“I don’t suppose telling you I have no idea what you’re talking about will help.”
“I’m not dumb, Barricade. You ran from your makers, means you’re a renegade bot, fair game for anyone with the balls to collar you.”
“You still haven’t told me your name. I’d like to know who managed to snare me.”
“The name my clients use is Lockdown. Ah, you’ve heard of me.”
Lockdown smirked again at Barricade’s glare, clearly enjoying himself. “Yes, I am that good. Good enough to catch a tactical AI whose main directives involve trickery and deception. Read all your files.”
“Frenzy,” And here the name dripped with insulting emphasis, sending the twitchy teen off in a huff and a slammed door, “is a remarkably useful little brat when he isn’t sulking. Pretty good at ferreting out info that don’t want to be found.”
The tattooed man stalked over, standing close enough for Barricade’s sensors to report the man’s body heat. The android snarled.
“So, what parts are you going to pilfer before you hand my stripped carcass over?”
“About that.”
Lockdown circled the bound figure, raking Barricade over with an assessing gaze.
“You intrigue me. Different from the other AIs I’ve seen. A damn sight prettier too.”
The android sneered. “Oh, great, you’re a pervert as well. They sure kept that part quiet.”
“Hah. Attitude. From a robot. Definitely different.” Barricade chafed at the bounty hunter’s smug amusement. He hated being one-upped, and being caught by a human (albeit one of the more mod enthusiastic of the species), definitely qualified.
“If you’re going to take me apart, do it quick, so I won’t have to listen to you assure yourself of your masculinity.” He snapped sharply at Lockdown, and the man had the gall to laugh out loud at him.
“Oh, I’m very secure in the state of my manliness, robot. Perhaps I should demonstrate on you. ”
“Feh, I’d like to see you try.”
A hand seized the front of Barricade’s trousers at that, pressing down on the junction of his legs. Lockdown paused, raising an eyebrow as the android snickered at him.
“Surprised, bounty hunter? Thought you read my file, genius. I’m about as male as a Ken doll. What use has an android for wedding tackle? Or,” Barricade thrust his hips against the man’s hand in an obscene manner. “Perhaps you really are a pervert. You get off on technology and parts, and here I am, the prettiest, most fancy, walking, talking bit of tech to practically fall into your lap, completely at your mercy.”
Barricade was not expecting Lockdown to throw his head back with a roar with laughter.
“Frag, you’re an interesting bundle of parts.” The tattooed man fixed a piercing gaze on the android. “Very interesting. So I’m going to offer you a deal. See, you’re right, you are the ‘prettiest, most fancy, walking, talking bit of tech’ I’ve gotten my claws on so far, and it’d be a shame to have to dissemble you to pick over the bits. And I could use a tactical CPU around here. Work with me, and you stay in one piece and out of my clients’ hands.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You get taken apart, I let Frenzy have a go at your CPU and programming, glitchlet’s been cackling over your fancy coding ever since he dug up your data, I take what I want and drop off your assorted parts with the highest bidder.”
“What, not going to honour your agreement with Frenzy’s makers?”
“Oh, I didn’t make a deal with them. Frenzy’s parents are dead, likely. The folks who turned him into what he is now, however, well, what can they do, sue me?”
“He’s human?!”
“As human as I am, and yes, that’s including the mods we’re both packing. Kid sets off metal detectors a street away.”
“He’s probably hacking them.” Opined the black haired android, and Lockdown growled, sounding annoyed.
“That too. Brat. So, what do you say?”
Barricade considered his position. It wasn’t a hard choice to make. With Lockdown, he’d be alive, and reasonably free to move about instead of stuck in a lab. Aware, instead of in stasis. And though he didn’t want to admit it, something about the human (lying, cheating, double-crossing scoundrel who shouldn’t be trusted any further than he could be thrown) interested him as well. Wasn’t everyday he ran across one who could outwit his programming. Not that Lockdown ever needed to know that.
“Like I have much of a choice.” He drawled, finally, and the mercenary chuckled. “It’s settled then.”
Barricade tugged at his bonds. “So, let me loose already.” Lockdown smirked.
“Later. I got things to do first, mods to catalogue, deals to break, groceries to shop for. And I can’t have you running around unsupervised while I’m out. So, sit tight. I may be a while.”
The man swaggered off to the sound of the android cussing him out. Fuming, Barricade heard a door slam shut in the distance and growled.
“Bastard.”
Prompt from
arkred:I know this is not TF Animated-based but...
This ´verse needs a Lockdown.I mean he loved/lived for the Mods in cannon so why not here?
So, prompts...
A.)The little voice in my head screams for him being either A, C or a previous project/client of that lab.
or
B.) A modded hitman/hacker/merc/whatever meets a stunning black haired android on the run and takes him under his wing (or under him, period.* XD) to teach him the ways of the free, amoral and greedy men.
* In canon Lockdown was kinda obsessed with Mods AND Prowl, mix a Prowl look alike minus the moral code that is a walking Mod and you have instant -creepy- love.
Warnings: Lockdown has a potty mouf.
He woke up in restraints. Sensors indicated more people in the room, two heartbeats, one slow and regular, the other going like a hyperactive chimp on speed. Keeping his eyes shut, he tried to monitor their movements and gain a sense of his surroundings.
“Come off it, I know you’re awake. And don’t try anything funny, I got your weapons systems all disabled.”
Cover blown, he lifted his head to look at the owner of that gravelly voice. The speaker was tall. Tattooed everywhere, including his face, gleaming mods strewn all over his form. Muscled, like a pit bull, and with a visage to match. Beside the man perched a skinny teenager, jittery as heck and eyeing him like he was the most fascinating thing in the world.
“Who the frag are you, and why am I tied up here?”
“Well now, aren’t you mouthy, seeing as to how you’re in no position to be asking questions. But, I suppose I should be polite and do the civilised people thing. Set an example for the glitchling over there.”
A dismissing thumb was jerked at the teen, and the man smirked at him.
“You’re enjoying the comforts of my patented restrain system because… let’s put it this way. A couple of interested parties heard you’d slipped the coop, decided they were interested, and they pay very well. Oodles of cash up front, and one of them threw in ‘Experiment F’ as a sweetener.”
“M…my n-name is Fr-enzy!”
“You can call yourself Professor Princess for all I care, kid.” The tattooed man snorted, and he growled from his helpless position.
“I don’t suppose telling you I have no idea what you’re talking about will help.”
“I’m not dumb, Barricade. You ran from your makers, means you’re a renegade bot, fair game for anyone with the balls to collar you.”
“You still haven’t told me your name. I’d like to know who managed to snare me.”
“The name my clients use is Lockdown. Ah, you’ve heard of me.”
Lockdown smirked again at Barricade’s glare, clearly enjoying himself. “Yes, I am that good. Good enough to catch a tactical AI whose main directives involve trickery and deception. Read all your files.”
“Frenzy,” And here the name dripped with insulting emphasis, sending the twitchy teen off in a huff and a slammed door, “is a remarkably useful little brat when he isn’t sulking. Pretty good at ferreting out info that don’t want to be found.”
The tattooed man stalked over, standing close enough for Barricade’s sensors to report the man’s body heat. The android snarled.
“So, what parts are you going to pilfer before you hand my stripped carcass over?”
“About that.”
Lockdown circled the bound figure, raking Barricade over with an assessing gaze.
“You intrigue me. Different from the other AIs I’ve seen. A damn sight prettier too.”
The android sneered. “Oh, great, you’re a pervert as well. They sure kept that part quiet.”
“Hah. Attitude. From a robot. Definitely different.” Barricade chafed at the bounty hunter’s smug amusement. He hated being one-upped, and being caught by a human (albeit one of the more mod enthusiastic of the species), definitely qualified.
“If you’re going to take me apart, do it quick, so I won’t have to listen to you assure yourself of your masculinity.” He snapped sharply at Lockdown, and the man had the gall to laugh out loud at him.
“Oh, I’m very secure in the state of my manliness, robot. Perhaps I should demonstrate on you. ”
“Feh, I’d like to see you try.”
A hand seized the front of Barricade’s trousers at that, pressing down on the junction of his legs. Lockdown paused, raising an eyebrow as the android snickered at him.
“Surprised, bounty hunter? Thought you read my file, genius. I’m about as male as a Ken doll. What use has an android for wedding tackle? Or,” Barricade thrust his hips against the man’s hand in an obscene manner. “Perhaps you really are a pervert. You get off on technology and parts, and here I am, the prettiest, most fancy, walking, talking bit of tech to practically fall into your lap, completely at your mercy.”
Barricade was not expecting Lockdown to throw his head back with a roar with laughter.
“Frag, you’re an interesting bundle of parts.” The tattooed man fixed a piercing gaze on the android. “Very interesting. So I’m going to offer you a deal. See, you’re right, you are the ‘prettiest, most fancy, walking, talking bit of tech’ I’ve gotten my claws on so far, and it’d be a shame to have to dissemble you to pick over the bits. And I could use a tactical CPU around here. Work with me, and you stay in one piece and out of my clients’ hands.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You get taken apart, I let Frenzy have a go at your CPU and programming, glitchlet’s been cackling over your fancy coding ever since he dug up your data, I take what I want and drop off your assorted parts with the highest bidder.”
“What, not going to honour your agreement with Frenzy’s makers?”
“Oh, I didn’t make a deal with them. Frenzy’s parents are dead, likely. The folks who turned him into what he is now, however, well, what can they do, sue me?”
“He’s human?!”
“As human as I am, and yes, that’s including the mods we’re both packing. Kid sets off metal detectors a street away.”
“He’s probably hacking them.” Opined the black haired android, and Lockdown growled, sounding annoyed.
“That too. Brat. So, what do you say?”
Barricade considered his position. It wasn’t a hard choice to make. With Lockdown, he’d be alive, and reasonably free to move about instead of stuck in a lab. Aware, instead of in stasis. And though he didn’t want to admit it, something about the human (lying, cheating, double-crossing scoundrel who shouldn’t be trusted any further than he could be thrown) interested him as well. Wasn’t everyday he ran across one who could outwit his programming. Not that Lockdown ever needed to know that.
“Like I have much of a choice.” He drawled, finally, and the mercenary chuckled. “It’s settled then.”
Barricade tugged at his bonds. “So, let me loose already.” Lockdown smirked.
“Later. I got things to do first, mods to catalogue, deals to break, groceries to shop for. And I can’t have you running around unsupervised while I’m out. So, sit tight. I may be a while.”
The man swaggered off to the sound of the android cussing him out. Fuming, Barricade heard a door slam shut in the distance and growled.
“Bastard.”
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Date: 2009-03-26 04:50 pm (UTC)