Spotlight: Csirac

[Verno]

"For his sake - I hope he's dead." Rhinox looked up at the great Autobot commander. "And as his friend", Magnus continued, "you should too." Rhinox could never hope such a thing. "But if they took him alive then reason would dictate that he remains so; they obviously have a use for him." Magnus sat back in his chair. "What does he know?"

"Nothing tactical", replied Rhinox. "They'd be after his technical knowledge."

"TransWarp", Magnus stated, unhappily.

"Amongst other things", said Rhinox. "He was part of Project: Macpherson on Earth, and was actually one of the first to go Maximal. That knowledge could be dangerous in the wrong hands."

Magnus sat in silent contemplation for a moment before continuing. "We haven't got the resources to mount a search and rescue mission. I'm sorry."

"So that's it?" Rhinox asked, unable to hide the anger in his voice.

"No. Has the raid delayed the launch of the next ship?" asked Magnus.

Rhinox shook his head. "We got lucky. A few stray blasts could have seen us back at square one."

"And the relocation of the lab is underway as we speak?" continued Magnus.

"Yes. Let's hope this one stays a secret longer than the last", said Rhinox, sadly.

"I can't guarantee that", Magnus said. Rhinox admired his honesty; there were no guarantees in war. "You're going to have to take some matters into your own hands", said Magnus, reaching for something behind the desk.

"Like what?" asked Rhinox, puzzled.

Magnus produced a set of chain guns and placed them on the desk with a solid thud. Rhinox simply stared in silence, his mouth agape.

"Welcome to the party."

[Hursticon]

*snip*

I like this dude; Rodimus' typical brash and rushed approach to negotiation, The Tripredacus Council treating the Predacons as nothing more than a commodity being only more than willing to sell them up the river so long as it means they achieve their desires (Quite a Decepticon trait ) and having the old and the wise collective minds and voices take the higher road all paints an incredibly likely scenario and one that feels very legitimate indeed.

*snip*

Now that is a back-story for a pair of the most recognised pair of weapons in any era of the franchise and how fitting that they should come from Ultra Magnus, a wise heavy gunner from the old guard who doesn't shy away from what must be done (even if it is possibly underhanded) - Spot on Verno!

[Verno]

Cheers Hursty.

I've finally got a complete through-line for the Csirac story, and have even planned out the first issue of the comic, all 22 pages. Now I just need to adapt the scenes I've written to the new story.

More coming soon.

[Hursticon]

I've finally got a complete through-line for the Csirac story, and have even planned out the first issue of the comic, all 22 pages. Now I just need to adapt the scenes I've written to the new story.

More coming soon.

Sweet!

[Verno]

The doors of the chamber opened and two large Predacons dragged the drained figure of Silverbolt in, dumping him unceremoniously on the floor, before leaving without a word. Once the doors closed and locked, Csirac went to help Silverbolt.

"What are they doing to you?" he asked, assessing Silverbolt's damage.

Silverbolt pushed the small Maximal away. "Trying to install some kind of programming", he said, struggling to his feet. "Why? Want top give them a hand with that too?" Silverbolt said bitterly.

"What kind of programming?" Csirac asked, ignoring the jibe. This was concerning news.

Silverbolt shook his head. "Whatever it is, it doesn't want to take to old technology", said Silverbolt, giving in to the fatigue and sliding down against the wall.

"A shell program?" pressed Csirac.

"What's that?" Silverbolt asked with a sigh.

Csirac was worried. "We designed the protomatter technology with Maximal coding, as a failsafe. If the technology was stolen or copied, it was hoped the Predacons would be unable to use it."

"You were wrong there. I've seen plenty of pint-sized Preds", said Silverbolt.

Csirac nodded sadly. "They developed a shell program, an override. From what we know, it takes the core consciousness hostage and alters facets of a protoform's personality. Attempts to remove the program haven't ended well."

Silverbolt was now paying attention. "So if they get it to work..."

"You'll be a Predacon", said Csirac, sadly. But his processors were still working through the details. "The question is 'why'".

"Pretty obvious, isn't it?" Csirac turned and looked at him. "The Preds would have an agent within Autobot Command." Silverbolt struggled to his feet. "That can't happen."

"It hasn't happened yet", said Csirac, unsure what Silverbolt was thinking.

"It won't happen", said Silverbolt, his eyes scanning the chamber. He moved towards the desk, flipped it violently and ripped one of the legs from it.

"What are you doing?" pleaded Csirac, his processors whirring faster than ever. He moved closer wearily.

Silverbolt lined the metal leg up with his own chest, then turned his head to look at Csirac. He had a look of utmost conviction in his eyes. "Better dead than Pred..."

[Hursticon]

Ooh! - Now that's juicy! , but just to clarify; Is that Silverbolt the G1 Aerialbot Commander or the Fuzor?

Regardless, I very much like how you tied that line into the chapter and especially under the circumstances that it's uttered; Csirac must be really good at segregating his emotional circuitry from his main processors, the amount of Horrors the bot is witnessing would likely drive him crazy otherwise - Good thing he's a scientist eh?

[Verno]

It's G1 Aerialbot Commander Silverbolt. He's lost his 4 comrades and is feeling very sorry for himself at present.

Csirac is a 'bot of reason and logic, but even he can't help but get emotionally involved in a few moments.

Don't worry, Silverbolt will be fine.