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| - Microchip is sitting at her desk, looking up some information on her laptop, with her BAT at her side. Her head is down and does not see you enter at the moment. Microchip is one of the few Cobras who actually understands the inner workings of the BATs and who sees them as more than just merely mindless machines. That is mainly due to the fact that she has been around machines for so long she knows that the logarithms and combinations of circuits and Microchips can be as complex as the human mind. She believes that some of them are actually more intelligent than some people. Due to that fact, she also cares deeply about the BATs she works on and when one of them is blown apart, she will shut herself up in her lab until it is working again. Microchip is a young woman in her mid-20s, with long brown hair. She has a fairly small frame but looks to take care of her body quite well. You can tell from the way she is dressed. She is wearing a pair of black jeans and a black t shirt that hugs her body tightly. She carries a black leather purse, slung over her right shoulder as well. She sees you looking at her and studies you through her small wire framed glasses. Major Bludd slips in quietly, looking around before making his presence felt. Microchip enters some more data in and turns to the BAT asking for some more figures. The BAT nods and walks off into another room. As she turns around, she sees she has company and stands, offering a salute. "Welcome Major Bludd." Major Bludd nods, and smiles crookedly. Microchip tilts her head as she sees the smile. "What brings you here today?" Bludd says, "Good evening, Lance Bombardier. I'm checking up on some things in the area. Interesting stories I've been hearing, and possible leads in our missing BATs." He pauses. "How goes your little project?" Microchip shakes her head. "I'm sorry, but you must be thinking of someone else sir. I am merely a humble mechanic." She looks down at her laptop and smiles herself. "Well, things are moving along as scheduled. The prototype should be ready to be tested in a matter of a couple weeks now. Rumors? What rumors?" Major Bludd smirks. "Humble mechanic you may be, but I want you to be reporting directly to me. Bludd says, "If you check your paycheck and listing, you'll see that I arranged for you a promotion and corresponding pay increase." Microchip tilts her head, having an idea of where this is going, but not saying for sure yet. "What about Brainstorm?" Bludd says, "Oh, you're still to help him when he needs it, but Brainstorm is more of a lab technician. You belong out here in the field, with us." Major Bludd grins churlishly. Microchip grins. "Where the action is?" Bludd says, "Indeed. And, I think I know where our wayward BATs have gone." Microchip looks as the BAT brings her information back to her and she takes it with a nod. "Thank you." She turns back to you after sitting it down on the desk by her computer. The BAT stands quietly in the background waiting for its next order. "I am glad to hear that, I have always wanted to be a field mechanic. Where is that sir?" Major Bludd says, "A temple has sprung up on the outskirts of Brasília. Rumor has it that it's a church that uses android priests." He raises his visible eyebrow. Major Bludd a tall, thin, sinister looking gentleman. On his face sits a pencil thin black moustache, and his left eye is covered with a brown eye-patch. Atop his head sits a large metal helmet of blackened steel. He is covered from head to toe with all sorts of body armor including a chest-plate, flack jacket, steel boots, and fire-proof gloves. In his eye is a look of mistrust and greed. An evil grin slowly forms on his face. Major Bludd received initial military training in the Australian Special Air Service. He later joined the French Foreign Legion. Worked as a military advisor in a number of countries and is currently wanted for crimes in Libya, Rhodesia, and Zimbabwe. He is proficient with every form of infantry weapon in current use. Bludd has a tactical mind like a steel trap. He is a qualified expert in all NATO and Warsaw Pact small arms. He also writes poetry... very badly. Microchip says, "Android priests?" Major Bludd says, "I'm thinking this is where the Cybertronian set up shop with our BATs." Microchip tilts her head as she takes in the information. "Very interesting indeed." Bludd says, "Thought you might be useful in figuring out what's been done to them, and how we might get them back." Microchip looks at her other BAT. "I wonder if there is a way we can separate one of them from the group, we may be able to get him back to my lab and examine the programming." Major Bludd smiles. "My thoughts as well." Bludd says, "We don't want to risk a confrontation with the Cybertronian yet, however, so we must be cautious." Microchip nods. "That is why I was thinking of sneaking one BAT out where we can deactivate it temporarily and bring it to my workshop.” Major Bludd says, "Excellent plan." Microchip nods to the BAT and he walks out of the room. She turns back. "I have been working on something that may do the trick, my BAT is fetching it right now." Major Bludd repeats, "Excellent." He glances down at his armor-clad form. "However, something a bit less conspicuous may be in order." He takes a moment to slip into his office to change. He slips on a hat and trench coat, and sets his helmet and personal armor aside. Major Bludd raises an eyebrow, stepping back in the main lab. He hms. "This could complicate things." Major Bludd looks over at Microchip. "Have that kill switch prototype working yet?" The BAT returns with a small device in its hand. He hands it to Microchip and walks back to his normal spot. She holds the device up and hands it over. "Just a little side project of mine. It is a nullification circuit to allow us to deactivate any electronics it attaches to. Major Bludd raises his eyebrow. "Oh. Nice." Microchip says, "I decided, why stop with just BATs. After all, the Kill switch could have so many other uses as well." Major Bludd nods. "Assuming we can get close enough to attach them." Microchip nods. "I am working on a way to attach it to a Viper rifle where it can be fired at the BATs." Major Bludd nods. He walks over to a sensor panel. "Incoming. Best we continue this conversation later. Be ready, however, in case it's needed for field testing." Microchip nods silently and stands in the background as the communication comes in. Major Bludd says, "Report when you arrive." Over Kill says, "Approaching the gates. The BATs here are no longer on my network. I will be reclaiming them." Major Bludd says, "Negative. Report here immediately." Over Kill says, "Yes... commander." Major Bludd smiles beneath his wide-brimmed hat. He stands in the center of the warehouse/control room, armor hidden beneath an overcoat and wide-brimmed hat. Microchip is standing at her desk, her laptop open working on inputting some data. She looks up as OK arrives. Over Kill heads down the elevator, flanked by two Mk4 (purple bunny antennaed weird looking) BATs. He is fully armed, and seems ready for anything. He salutes. "I see...my citadel has been put to use." He says, looking around. "The transformer...?" Bludd says, "The Cybertronian has left, taking your BATs with it." Major Bludd says, "What do you mean that 'Luminous has been busy'?" Over Kill narrows his optics. "Then I must reconsider retrieving them. " He states. "Who knows what technology she has added to them, and if she programmed them to serve her. They will understand that they shall be casualties of war. They are soldiers." he pauses, considering things. "So she has not returned? Then things are back to normal here. Cobra has claimed my citadel in my absence then? Perhaps it's time I reclaimed it." Bludd says, "Your BATs are Cobra technology, and this facility, as well, is now in the hands of Cobra. Forget not who you serve and owe your existence to, Over Kill." Over Kill murmurs. "The factory was mine and mine alone. It belonged to the BRA." He says "But we abandoned it for our new facility. We have not had the resources alone to build. Brainstorm wants us to make it into a doughnut shop of all things. A doughnut shop." he snarls. "I do not think Cobra takes my BRA seriously." Bludd says, "Well, I have taken command of retrieving the BATs. If you wish to be involved in the retrieval, you will follow my orders at all times." Over Kill crosses his arms over his chest, and his Mk4's imitate the motion. "Perhaps. We may consider working alongside Cobra. We have been allies in the past. But we have evolved beyond being slaves to humanity." Bludd says, "As long as you are accepting our resources, you will work for and with us. There is no 'consideration.'" Microchip stands in the background as she listens to the conversation. This being between her new CO and OK." Bludd says, "If you wish to surrender your BATs and your cybernetics, you are welcome to take your organic remains and look elsewhere for employment." He glowers at Over Kill with his one good eye. Over Kill turns to his BATs, and seems to 'confer' with one in binary. "My soldiers are mine. They claim loyalty to me, as is my body." Of course, his organic parts were grown in a lab in cobra too but who’s counting? "You will find it difficult to take either from us," he says, as he pulls on his left arm, moving it from his socket at the elbow. He replaces it with his shotgun attachment. Bludd says, "You, and your BATs, belong to Cobra." He seems uncowed by Over Kill's actions and resistance. "If you wish to retrieve the BATs you lost to the Cybertronian, you will work with Lance Bombardier Microchip and myself and follow my orders." Over Kill turns to look at Microchip "You have abandoned the BRA then?" He says. "We find ourselves in a situation. We wish our soldiers back. We will be obedient.." He switches his arm back. "For now." Major Bludd says, "I don't like the sound of that 'for now' but in the interest of moving on I will accept it as well... also, 'for now.'" Over Kill murmurs. "I'm sure she has taken my soldiers to her own facility. We must plan our assault if we are going to retrieve them." Microchip stands quietly at the accusation from Over Kill. She does not say anything at the moment, watching how this plays out. Bludd says, "Negative. An assault at this point would be counter-productive." Microchip speaks up. "We have another plan in mind." Major Bludd says, "Intelligence suggests this Cybertronian can throw around members if its own kind, and you certainly faired poorly against it last time." Over Kill pauses. "We never went into battle. I simply betrayed her by releasing her prisoner rather then having the Autobots attack my citadel. I moved to avoid retribution." Seems he is scared of this transformer. Major Bludd says, "Yes. Well, we're going to still avoid retribution while we gather intelligence." Microchip nods at Major Bludd's reply. "We should have something worked out very soon." Over Kill pauses. "I considered setting traps around the citadel. If she were to attack it, it would blow her sky high. After removing my soldiers from it of course." Bludd says, "Intelligence suggests some regenerative abilities. And if it brings our BATs with her, you risk damaging them." He pauses. "Right now, we simply go to its new location and see what we can see. Microchip and you are to try to ascertain what the Cybertronian has done to them, without garnering the transformer's attention." Over Kill pauses. "I could send one of my BATs in to gather information. I do not know if hers will detect him as an outsider." Bludd says, "I don't wish to simply add more troops to her ranks." Over Kill pauses. "Maybe if mine could get close enough to hers, they could program them to follow their true cause." Microchip nods as she listens, bringing out her palm pilot entering data. Bludd says, "Possibly. Or, it could work the other way around. No BATs for the first recon." Over Kill frowns. "My vectors aren't exactly subtle enough to sneak in. She… may have vectors of her own. She had access to the technology. Maybe she doesn't know about the release. Maybe I could still talk to her. Maybe she'd still consider me an ally." He's pulling at strings now, seeming a bit frantic and more off kilter than normal. Major Bludd frowns. "Maybe you could see if you could be a little less conspicuous, and come by and take a look for yourself. If I can trust you not to call attention to yourself.” Over Kill nods "I can be as subtle as... well a war machine. I'll try my best." Major Bludd frowns. He mutters to Microchip, "This is why I asked you and not Over Kill to begin with." Microchip nods a little as she looks over at Over Kill Over Kill looks back and forth to them. "What?" Bludd looks Over Kill up and down, assessing his ability to blend in. Over Kill is a monstrous union of man and machine. Towering at just under eight feet in height, the man behind this cyborg is almost fully integrated into the machine. His body is almost androgynous in design with a bulky chrome chest fitted over a narrow abdomen, hips and legs. His limbs almost seem easily removed or interchanged, his right arm is sometimes replaced with a submachine gun a large, deadly claw or a rocket launcher. When his arms are humanoid, his fingers and kneecaps are tipped with razor sharp titanium claws. His face is probably the most humanoid aspect to this machine, with a pale almost gray skinned face which shows little to no emotion most of the time. Its eyes glow a pupil-less amber color of machinery. On his back is a large, heavily armored pack of sorts obviously, though perhaps too obviously containing some sort of life support. The wires lead into a chrome helmet, creating a constant whir of machinery from this behemoth. The helmet has a half facemask covering his face from the nose down, furthering his emotionless, almost alien look. This monochrome monstrosity of black hi-lighted steel and chrome has transcended the need to even appear human. Behold the next evolution of the Over Kill project. The creature is normally surrounded by a group of alien looking BATs, his own private bodyguard that seems to have a hint of Cybertronian design. A red cobra symbol and two small medals are on his left breast, showing the world his alliance, and probably making a good bull’s-eye for those who wish to anger the thing. Bludd says, "Maybe I could lend you a hat..." Over Kill blinks "I've never needed clothes before..' Major Bludd says, "Well, you don't exactly blend in..." He goes into the small office he's commandeered, and returns with another coat and hat. Over Kill blinks "And this would fool her?" He turns to his BATs. "Yes. It may work.." Bludd says, "I don't plan to encounter her directly." Over Kill tilts his head. "Simply observe from the outside?" Major Bludd says, "Oh, I hope to get closer than that." He offers Over Kill the coat and hat. Over Kill places the coat on top of his head for a moment. Yep. No idea what to do with it. Major Bludd rolls his eye. Over Kill observes the construct of the hat and the coat from many angles. Finally he figures out how to put it on. Well. He's good and disguised as a 8 ft. cyborg in a coat and hat. It worked for the ninja turtles why not him? Major Bludd says, "Oh, yes. Fantastic." He looks Over Kill over. "Why do we even bother hiring ninja?" he asks sarcastically. Over Kill takes in a raspy breath from the machine on his back for a moment, retracting his legs down. Well now he's a bit shorter, but real hunchbacked and walks bowlegged "Maybe if I had pants." Major Bludd says, "Eh, forget it. I really don't think it would help." He ponders a moment. "We'd better leave Microchip here during the first recon. I don't want you doing something stupid and getting her killed." Over Kill nods "She is instrumental to the BRA if she is still loyal to it. I would hate to lose a recruit." Major Bludd selects a cane from his office, as an additional character piece. Over Kill pauses. "I would need a human name and job in order to blend in. Hmm.." he considers. "Dr. O. Kill? Accountant?" Major Bludd sighs. "Sure. Why not?" Over Kill tilts his head. "And I am there to ...hmm. Why would I be there.." He considers. Bludd says, "You don't need motivation. Just follow me and keep your mouth shut." Major Bludd goes into the office, and comes back with his scarf. "Here. Cover your face." Over Kill nods "Got it. Lead the way." he covers the bottom half of his face with the scarf. He checks his reflection in a BAT "You know.. I could get used to this. The scarf doesn't look half bad." Major Bludd raises his eyebrow, but remains silent. Bludd says, "That's our signal." He lowers his hat, and heads for the door, using his prop cane lightly. Over Kill nods "Our cue then. Mk4's. Stay here. You're too conspicuous." The BATs obey, staying right where they are, as he follows Bludd. Major Bludd nods, and leads Over Kill out of the warehouse.
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