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maskormenace2014-06-05 10:06 pm
pacifistaggressive) wrote in maskormenace2014-06-05 10:06 pm
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001 | Video
[You know what Metalhawk really doesn't want to deal with right now? A lot of things. His bucket list for the day started off with 'recovering from death' (that's a story in itself) and ended in 'alive but somehow within a human body'. Or at least...he thinks it's human. He's ever really seen one up close until now. His mind's practically racing as he flexes his fingers, seeing if they're actually functional as he tries to think of how this could have happened. The last thing he remembers is being on Cybertron--Starscream firing that gun at him. Feeling the surge hit his spark.
And then...somehow coming back; Shockwave commanding him like some sort of puppet. The whole thing made him cringe, hand flexing into a fist angrily. Partially at himself for even thinking of trusting Starscream, and partially at those who took advantage of his body post-mortem. But he was alive, and if anything, this was a second chance--to do things right. Unfortunnately, the briefing he recieved upon awakening didn't sound too appealing. Something about being a 'hero' and siding with the military?
Well THAT certainly wasn't happening.
Getting to his feet (which was a task in itself--you'd be surprised how different mechanical legs and organic legs are), he pulls what looks to be a communications device towards him, turning it over in his palm curiously.
It seemed to be for communication...now he just had to try it out. And the image of him trying to figure this out is like watching a monkey pilot a spaceship. Slightly effective, but not overall efficient. After some trial and error, he manages to get what looks like a video feed up. On the other side, you may notice a rather lanky looking woman, short blonde hair styled up. 'Her' attire consists of a military style outfit: yellow, blue and red in colour. And sharp, piercing hawk-like eyes, blue in colour as they squint into the feed.
That's...'on', right? Well, might as well test it out by formal introduction.]
So from what I can gather, I was imprinted with a symbol against my will, aligning me to a purpose I have no recollection of ever being proposed to. Tell me, is everything this cut and dry when it comes to species, or have I just been unlucky in the last 4 million years? I also seem to be displaced from my own body, and I can't even imagine the explanation required for that one. I'm tempted to skip out on that all together.
[Well...that's KIND of formal. Isn't he a charmer? Don't take it personally--he's just come back from death. You'd be a little cranky too.]
My name is Metalhawk, and if anyone out there is listening, I'd like to speak to whoever's in charge of this. So I can opt out properly. If anyone could please show me the exit, that would be the best for everyone. I don't fight unless there are no other options. I'm sure you can find plenty of other trigger-happy substitutes.
[His curt tone suddenly switches, realizing he's not exactly being very personable.]
Thank you for your time.
[No, thank YOU, sunshine. But that brow furrows as he...seems to have trouble with the device.]
Now how do I turn this thing off...
And then...somehow coming back; Shockwave commanding him like some sort of puppet. The whole thing made him cringe, hand flexing into a fist angrily. Partially at himself for even thinking of trusting Starscream, and partially at those who took advantage of his body post-mortem. But he was alive, and if anything, this was a second chance--to do things right. Unfortunnately, the briefing he recieved upon awakening didn't sound too appealing. Something about being a 'hero' and siding with the military?
Well THAT certainly wasn't happening.
Getting to his feet (which was a task in itself--you'd be surprised how different mechanical legs and organic legs are), he pulls what looks to be a communications device towards him, turning it over in his palm curiously.
It seemed to be for communication...now he just had to try it out. And the image of him trying to figure this out is like watching a monkey pilot a spaceship. Slightly effective, but not overall efficient. After some trial and error, he manages to get what looks like a video feed up. On the other side, you may notice a rather lanky looking woman, short blonde hair styled up. 'Her' attire consists of a military style outfit: yellow, blue and red in colour. And sharp, piercing hawk-like eyes, blue in colour as they squint into the feed.
That's...'on', right? Well, might as well test it out by formal introduction.]
So from what I can gather, I was imprinted with a symbol against my will, aligning me to a purpose I have no recollection of ever being proposed to. Tell me, is everything this cut and dry when it comes to species, or have I just been unlucky in the last 4 million years? I also seem to be displaced from my own body, and I can't even imagine the explanation required for that one. I'm tempted to skip out on that all together.
[Well...that's KIND of formal. Isn't he a charmer? Don't take it personally--he's just come back from death. You'd be a little cranky too.]
My name is Metalhawk, and if anyone out there is listening, I'd like to speak to whoever's in charge of this. So I can opt out properly. If anyone could please show me the exit, that would be the best for everyone. I don't fight unless there are no other options. I'm sure you can find plenty of other trigger-happy substitutes.
[His curt tone suddenly switches, realizing he's not exactly being very personable.]
Thank you for your time.
[No, thank YOU, sunshine. But that brow furrows as he...seems to have trouble with the device.]
Now how do I turn this thing off...
god I am sorry rl kicked me in the face
no worries! I know that feeling ALL too well.
[Some relief comes to that face.]
Would you mind some questions, then?
at least I'm done with this job in a month
[And he's really fond of it really really really.]
Ask me anything.
I know how job stuff is UGH don't you worry C:
[Because everything is different! He's squishy and small and...
Yeah, not a fun time.]
no subject
That body? [What. Well, he pegged alien, and he knows she's not Kree; Noh-Varr would known instinctively what another Kree would sound like, how they speak, and wouldn't have come forward in the first place if he'd worried that it was one of his own people. Skrulls don't need to ask those kinds of questions...Brood? Something that wasn't humanoid before. Something with no mechanism for transformation inherent.
That sure narrows it down from the millions of possible species.]
It needs to eat, for one. But only what they've designated as food, found in stores. The human body doesn't capably digest much outside of those narrow perimeters.
[As opposed to say, his own. But Billy'd freaked out about the eating trash thing, so he will not say that.]