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Who: Cyclonus and YOU!
When: Between the 18th and the 24th (pre-Scraplets)
Where: Cargo Bay/Hallways/Observation Deck
What: Cyclonus gets his mail, starts doing his job, and tries to be a better boyfriend.
Warnings: Gay robots. (Will update as needed)


Cargo Bay, 18th

Cyclonus has received a message about a package waiting for him, and has made his way to the cargo bay to retrieve it. He opens the large crate first, and much to his relief it's the energon he requested. The rest of the Cybertronians will be pleased to hear that they can relax the energon rationing somewhat.

He's surprised by the second, smaller crate. He didn't request anything else. Pulling off the lid, however, his jaw actually drops. If anyone approaches, he'll be quickly pressing the cover back into place.


Hallways - Various

Following the shipment of energon received on the 18th, Cyclonus has decided to actually start doing his job. With the energy available now to project his holoform, the Moira's crew will find a tall, dark-skinned, red-eyed, and purple-haired woman prowling the hallways, wearing something that looks like an odd amalgamation of his usual holo dress and his appropriate Moira uniform.

He's busy getting a better sense of the ship's layout in order to plan evacuation routes and it's much easier to get around when you're the size of a human, so his holomatter avatar can be found all over the ship.


Observation Deck - Semi-closed to Tailgate

It took him awhile to work up his courage and set aside his pride, but several days after the mail drop, Tailgate will receive a simple message in his inbox from Cyclonus:

Meet me on the Observation Deck

Comments

Hallways!

[notglitching]

While he keeps a close enough eye on the network, Rinzler doesn't bother trying to keep watch over every new import wandering the halls. Especially every user. While the sheer impracticality of the outfit gets a glance, Rinzler's just as inclined to pass it by and continue his own patrol. Not a threat. Not relevant.

The brush of code in proximity goes a long way to change that. The enforcer stops sharply, black mask twitching toward the shape as his constant whirring rattle skips. It's not the deep-embedded signature of those AI installed in human bodies—they hadn't even flagged without a closer examination. It also doesn't feel as substantial as the reploids. Almost as if...

The program's stare stays fixed, no change in sound or posture. But if Cyclonus is capable of detecting the intrusion, he might feel the light press of an active scan. Somebody's fishing for data.

[tsunclonus]

The sensation is a metaphorical prickle on the back of Cyclonus's neck, sort of like the feeling you get when someone is watching you intently. It's remote from his body, coming through the link with his avatar.

His red-eyed gaze snaps around to the nearest possible source, glaring over his spectacles at Rinzler. And what is this? Humanoid in size and shape, but whether human or mechanoid isn't immediately apparent.

What he definitely is, is rude.

"Excuse me," he snaps, voice coming out husky and with some generic mix of British and Middle Eastern accents.

[notglitching]

If the circuit lights through Rinzler's armor don't give enough away, the rumbling whir sounds distinctly mechanical in nature. Also distinctly wrong. It's the sound of misalignment, a hard drive skipping just a beat with each spin. Or, in this case, the code itself conflicting.

Still, there's no sign of distress in the enforcer's bearing—not even at that irritated snap. Rinzler's helmet quirks a little to the side, though it's hard to tell if the behavior is an answer or just interest. Certainly the data he's receiving is bizarre. The structure feels like the simulations of the training room, but the code itself isn't anything he knows how to interpret. It doesn't even feel properly written... though there's a familiarity to that somewhere. How?

Sorry, Cyclonus. That sense of examination isn't fading in the least.

[tsunclonus]

Honestly, it can be hard to tell the difference between an non-organic humanoid and an organic in a machine suit, even with the mechanical noises Rinzler's making. The gross noises Rinzler's making. Like phlegmy wheezy breathing to a human.

Of course, organic or not, that doesn't excuse rudeness and Cyclonus's brow furrows. Producing a long pointer from origins unknown, he snaps it out with calculated skill to try and lay a stinging blow against Rinzler's featureless cheek. Just enough force for a painful top, not enough to actually damage or even move his head if it makes contact.

"Whatever you're doing, you will cease immediately."

[notglitching]

Rinzler's distracted enough with his analysis that the rod barely draws a glance. He's only half-certain that this projection is even solid. When it flicks out in an attack, he's forced to recalculate quickly. The enforcer twitches back, one hand flashing behind for his disk. He's fast enough to avoid the strike for the most part, and his helmet is hardly a vulnerable target either way. Still, there's a feather-light scrape of contact. Code on code.

Well. Rinzler knows a challenge when he sees one. The ticking rumble quickens, sharp and irritated at the touch. There's a whisper of hesitation in his processing, Alan-one's threat looping uneasy and too-close. But the user never had to hear about this, and whatever this is, its real body isn't even here.

Maybe he'd go track it down later. Hands pair on his disk before splitting it, a humming bladed weapon filling either grip. The tilt of the mask is sharp and mocking, and the prickle of that scan only builds. He 'will cease'? No. If the glitch wants to better arm itself, he'll let it have a moment. But Rinzler's reply is clear.

Make him.

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus's lips press into a thin line. The simple solution to this, of course, would be to simply deactivate his holomatter avatar and be done with it. However, he wasn't one to back down from a challenge, and this challenge was particularly blatant. Not to mention that it simply wouldn't do to allow someone to think it was appropriate to perform invasive scans on fellow crewmates.

Someone needs to be schooled.

He hasn't fought with his holoform before - though he appreciates now that his alterations to his simulated clothing included a pair of pants, leaving his legs freer than in a skirt - and he produces no other weapon than the long rod, but what he does have is roughly eight million years of combat experience. It wouldn't do to simulate a sword in such circumstances anyway. He has no intention of being lethal.

Eyeing Rinzler's strange weapons, Cyclonus spreads his feet wider in a solid stance, then steps into action. His first blows are aimed at his opponents hands with intent to disarm.

[notglitching]

The rod lashes out, and Rinzler's mask quirks slightly to the side. An interesting tactic. But as skilled as the projection might be, it only takes a minute twitch of his grip to turn one blade out to meet the strike... and with the faint surge of power that brightens the edges, his disks are more than capable of cutting through most weapons. If the rod-projection isn't a good deal more durable than most metal, Cyclonus will find it being sliced apart like paper.

Not that Rinzler's stopping with defense in either case. Weight shifts, punching out behind the first block as he keeps its striking hand busy. This leaves Rinzler's second free to slice across, laser weapon arcing in a bright line from the location of the [target]'s hip up towards its weapon shoulder. Not deep enough to be necessarily lethal, but certainly crippling—if it can't get out of the way.

[tsunclonus]

The rod is exactly as tough as if it were made of actual metal, though as Rinzler slices it shorter the cut-off end dissolves into thin air.

Cyclonus merely purses his lips at the damage to his 'weapon'. It's a good display of the abilities of Rinzler's weapons. Probably not to tank a hit then. A human certainly wouldn't take it well.

Moving out of range - though the disc's edge passes hardly a hair width by - Cyclonus moves to the side, swinging his shortened rod to try and crack the butt against Rinzler's head.

[notglitching]

The sidestep is neatly done, and Rinzler mirrors it, one curved blade rising to block the shortened stick. There's no overcharge of power this time, but as far as Rinzler's concerned, there doesn't need to be. The damage to the baton has already cancelled any reach advantage the projection might have had, and with two weapons to the opponent's one, close combat is definitely to his advantage.

As his first disk tangles with the weapon, Rinzler's second punches inward to the core. It's a hard, fast strike, in and out to give as few chances as possible for maneuver.

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus throws himself back, the edge on Rinzler's weapon nicking clothing. At the same time he reaches for his opponent's out thrust arm prepared to grip it and then fall back. If things go as planned, momentum will carry them to the floor and Cyclonus can roll with it and kick Rinzler off and across the hall.