Metamorphosis, The Infiltration.
Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 9:44 pm
((This is not official until I post it on TNG, it's a work in progress until that time. Part become "cannon" to me once posted.))
Prologue: Another day in the workshop...
It was like a injection of rocket fuel straight into his veins. His eyes went wide at the feeling. The taste was potent as well. He sat there a moment, letting it wash over him.
"Woah" he muttered under his breath.
Something in the workshop went "whoop!"
"What did you say this was called?" He asked, finishing the diminutive cup.
Makertek was some truly amazing stuff.
Sonic sensors captured the words and analyzed them. They were identified, cross referenced for meaning and context. In a fraction of a second results were compiled and a response was being formulated. Information was sent to the voice subprocessor and transformed into audible sound.
"Expresso Boss" came Jeeves reply.
"Where'd ya learn that?" The Orc asked casting his gaze around the workshop for his arclight spanner.
Jeeves processed the new request.
Something in the workshop coughed and roared to life, antenae started spinning, something hissed and steam filled the air.
Jeeves noted his bosses gaze scanning the room, he started processing that as well.
Visual records were analyzed, engineering databases accessed, tasks isolated, tool requirements for said tasks accessed, cross referenced and by simple process of elimination Jeeves realized why boss was scanning the room.
"Origins of data unkown, source file identifiers corrupted...boss." It replied with a wave of its hand. A dimensional rift opened and it reached in to pull something out. The rift closed with a soft popping sound as it retracted it's arm and handed Bloodscream an arclight spanner.
"Well where'd the data come from? Ulduar?" Bloodscream continued, reaching for the spanner and resuming his tinkering with his goggles.
"Affirmative boss."
A small furry brown bunny sat motionless on a crate nearby, it's little nose twitching furiously.
Bloodscream mulled things over. He had recovered several large stores of information from Ulduars databases. Some he had already recompiled, some he had not and some he had outright lost in the process.
He studied Jeeves, his mechagnome butler.
It was hard to believe that this is where Gnomes had started. He had learned during his travels in Icecrown that some kind of virus or so the machine had called it, had afflicted the mechagnomes and turned them to flesh. He had gotten very few details of the virus itself or the events that led to the birth of the gnomes as a race that reproduced like mammals instead of machines, but then, he had never seen a Gnome child as far as he could recollect.
It made hating gnomes a little harder he thought.
He was a great lover of makertek and whether he liked it or not, those little buggers were the evolution of a construct very much like the one he was looking at now.
"Let me get another one of them...spresso thingies" He asked Jeeves as he rummages through his notes.
"Of course boss." came the metal gnomes reply as he conjured another tiny cup.
Bloodscream downed it like a shot of hard liquor.
He closed one eye, opened the other wide, made a strange face and then shook his head violently from side to side.
"That's some potent stuff..." he commented as he resumed his work.
The hissing in the background stopped, a device turned itself off and hissed one last puff of steam as it went quiet.
"Oi Jeeves go sit over in the chair I made you" The orc ordered as he checked some wiring one last time.
Jeeves hovered over and sat in the chair
A bank of monitors on the far wall lit up bathing the room in a bluish glow.
"boss *bzt* I appear to have direct access to your central database." Jeeves declared in a bored tone.
Bloodscream checked a bank of dials and tapped one, waiting for it to go right. It went left. Bloodscream grimaced and slammed a thick fist into the console. The dial stopped.
Bloodscream gave the dial the eye and pointed right, thinking loudly "GO RIGHT!"
The dial slowly started going right.
Bloodscream grunted approvingly.
Something in the back of the workshop fell to the floor in a loud metallic clatter.
"Ayup" he confirmed matter of factly. "and I reckon the spectrographic array just came online."
He grabbed a piece of curved metal and lobbed it towards the back of the workshop.
"Whoever's back there, get outta there!" He yelled at the noise.
"Affirmative boss."
"That's the idea, to speed up my work... I interfaced your central processor with my research database. welcome to my voice interface."
A small core hound pup came bounding from the back of the workshop chasing a small metallic squirrel.
"Briquette! I told you to stay out of the workshop there are explosives in here!"
He took a few steps towards the creature as it caught the squirrel and started a tug of war between it's two heads. Seeing Bloodscream, one head abandonned the war and made for the orc, leaving the other head to suddenly whip back, flinging the robotic squirrel high up in the air and then trying to start off after it.
The core hound pup flung itself in two directions at once, going nowere except hopping feebly a few inches into the air. It landed and the two heads immedaitely resumed fighting. Presumably over where they were headed.
Bloodscream laughed a deep menacing laugh.
He scratched the core hound on top of her heads with both hands.
"You can't go in two directions at once little one...way of the world...now go git the squirrel!"
The fiery puppy became suddenly very excited and ran off clumsily towards where the squirrel had presumably landed.
He watched it run off setting the bushes on fire as it crashed through them.
"What WAS I thinking?" He asked himself as he dashed over to stomp the bushes out.
"Hey Jeeves do you see the files we recovered from Ulduar? data tree label "wutwut?"
"Yes boss, it appears to be encrypted."
"Ya... that's what we're after...access my files on the decryption algorythm... can you open the first four files on monitors one through four and gimme the spectrographic analysis from the anomalies we detected last week on five...and use the rest to display any positive hits in the decryption matrix as corrolations occur.
Something in the workshop went "Whoop!"
"WHOOP MON!" Malstrom echoed sticking his head into the workshop.
Something hissed, Malstrom hissed back, walking in.
He stood in the doorway a while, carefully eyeballing every strange device in the room.
Something gurgled and started spewing steam towards the troll.
He rolled forward with an overly dramatic cry of "HAAA!"
Coming out of his roll he came face to face with a strange metallic box, he started at it suspiciously. The top popped open and a circular piece of metal came up and started spinning with a sharp "BEEP!" Malstrom jumped back and raised his arms as he sailed backwards.
"FROSSSHOK!" he shouted as the blast of frozen air slammed into the device and froze the spinning disk in place.
He landed in a crouch near the open doorway.
Bloodscream was behind a table ten feet away, one eyebrow raised, holding a book and a pen.
"Oh hey mon..." Malstrom said with a smile.
"Ah have triumphed against da forces of wirey juju..." the troll said softly and smiled pointing at the frozen device, now smoking slightly. Malstrom noticed the smoke.
"Is it spose ta do dat mon?" he asked sheepishly.
The device burst into flames. Malstrom raised an eyebrow.
Bloodscream laughed.
Malstrom, realizing Bloodscream wasn't terribly mad, chuckled himself.
He caught sight of a furry brown bunny, sitting quietly on a nearby crate, furiously twitching it's nose.
It was a practiced motion. One he had performed a thousand times. He reached out with the speed of the wind and caught the creature, grabbed it's head and snapped it's neck.
The resulting explosion blew the shaman back through the open doorway ass over elbows.
Bloodscreams laughter drowned out everything else for several long seconds.
Malstrom lay on the ground a while, healing and chuckling.
"Joo a sick bastad mon..." the troll declared getting to his feet and dusting himself off.
Bloodscream was still chuckling in the workshop.
Malstrom entered a second time.
"So the explosive decoys are pretty lifelike then?" the orc asked with a large toothy grin.
Malstrom grinned "Ah shoulda known mon..."
Bloodscream stop chuckling long enough to ask the troll his business.
"Sup?" he asked plainly.
"Nothin mon." replied the troll. "Juss wanted to see if you needed anytin fore I went huntin."
"Nope I'm good... I'm gunna be working here pretty late. Come by later, we'll have ribs."
Malstrom looked disappointed. Bloodscream raised an eyebrow.
"Since when don't you like ribs?!?" he asked confused.
"We can't have ribs now mon?" the troll asked.
They both started laughing.
Malstrom hopped onto his mount and sailed off towards his hunting grounds, Alliance territory.
Bloodscream got back to work trying to unlock the secrets of the makers.
Something in the workshop went "whoop!"
Prologue: Another day in the workshop...
It was like a injection of rocket fuel straight into his veins. His eyes went wide at the feeling. The taste was potent as well. He sat there a moment, letting it wash over him.
"Woah" he muttered under his breath.
Something in the workshop went "whoop!"
"What did you say this was called?" He asked, finishing the diminutive cup.
Makertek was some truly amazing stuff.
Sonic sensors captured the words and analyzed them. They were identified, cross referenced for meaning and context. In a fraction of a second results were compiled and a response was being formulated. Information was sent to the voice subprocessor and transformed into audible sound.
"Expresso Boss" came Jeeves reply.
"Where'd ya learn that?" The Orc asked casting his gaze around the workshop for his arclight spanner.
Jeeves processed the new request.
Something in the workshop coughed and roared to life, antenae started spinning, something hissed and steam filled the air.
Jeeves noted his bosses gaze scanning the room, he started processing that as well.
Visual records were analyzed, engineering databases accessed, tasks isolated, tool requirements for said tasks accessed, cross referenced and by simple process of elimination Jeeves realized why boss was scanning the room.
"Origins of data unkown, source file identifiers corrupted...boss." It replied with a wave of its hand. A dimensional rift opened and it reached in to pull something out. The rift closed with a soft popping sound as it retracted it's arm and handed Bloodscream an arclight spanner.
"Well where'd the data come from? Ulduar?" Bloodscream continued, reaching for the spanner and resuming his tinkering with his goggles.
"Affirmative boss."
A small furry brown bunny sat motionless on a crate nearby, it's little nose twitching furiously.
Bloodscream mulled things over. He had recovered several large stores of information from Ulduars databases. Some he had already recompiled, some he had not and some he had outright lost in the process.
He studied Jeeves, his mechagnome butler.
It was hard to believe that this is where Gnomes had started. He had learned during his travels in Icecrown that some kind of virus or so the machine had called it, had afflicted the mechagnomes and turned them to flesh. He had gotten very few details of the virus itself or the events that led to the birth of the gnomes as a race that reproduced like mammals instead of machines, but then, he had never seen a Gnome child as far as he could recollect.
It made hating gnomes a little harder he thought.
He was a great lover of makertek and whether he liked it or not, those little buggers were the evolution of a construct very much like the one he was looking at now.
"Let me get another one of them...spresso thingies" He asked Jeeves as he rummages through his notes.
"Of course boss." came the metal gnomes reply as he conjured another tiny cup.
Bloodscream downed it like a shot of hard liquor.
He closed one eye, opened the other wide, made a strange face and then shook his head violently from side to side.
"That's some potent stuff..." he commented as he resumed his work.
The hissing in the background stopped, a device turned itself off and hissed one last puff of steam as it went quiet.
"Oi Jeeves go sit over in the chair I made you" The orc ordered as he checked some wiring one last time.
Jeeves hovered over and sat in the chair
A bank of monitors on the far wall lit up bathing the room in a bluish glow.
"boss *bzt* I appear to have direct access to your central database." Jeeves declared in a bored tone.
Bloodscream checked a bank of dials and tapped one, waiting for it to go right. It went left. Bloodscream grimaced and slammed a thick fist into the console. The dial stopped.
Bloodscream gave the dial the eye and pointed right, thinking loudly "GO RIGHT!"
The dial slowly started going right.
Bloodscream grunted approvingly.
Something in the back of the workshop fell to the floor in a loud metallic clatter.
"Ayup" he confirmed matter of factly. "and I reckon the spectrographic array just came online."
He grabbed a piece of curved metal and lobbed it towards the back of the workshop.
"Whoever's back there, get outta there!" He yelled at the noise.
"Affirmative boss."
"That's the idea, to speed up my work... I interfaced your central processor with my research database. welcome to my voice interface."
A small core hound pup came bounding from the back of the workshop chasing a small metallic squirrel.
"Briquette! I told you to stay out of the workshop there are explosives in here!"
He took a few steps towards the creature as it caught the squirrel and started a tug of war between it's two heads. Seeing Bloodscream, one head abandonned the war and made for the orc, leaving the other head to suddenly whip back, flinging the robotic squirrel high up in the air and then trying to start off after it.
The core hound pup flung itself in two directions at once, going nowere except hopping feebly a few inches into the air. It landed and the two heads immedaitely resumed fighting. Presumably over where they were headed.
Bloodscream laughed a deep menacing laugh.
He scratched the core hound on top of her heads with both hands.
"You can't go in two directions at once little one...way of the world...now go git the squirrel!"
The fiery puppy became suddenly very excited and ran off clumsily towards where the squirrel had presumably landed.
He watched it run off setting the bushes on fire as it crashed through them.
"What WAS I thinking?" He asked himself as he dashed over to stomp the bushes out.
"Hey Jeeves do you see the files we recovered from Ulduar? data tree label "wutwut?"
"Yes boss, it appears to be encrypted."
"Ya... that's what we're after...access my files on the decryption algorythm... can you open the first four files on monitors one through four and gimme the spectrographic analysis from the anomalies we detected last week on five...and use the rest to display any positive hits in the decryption matrix as corrolations occur.
Something in the workshop went "Whoop!"
"WHOOP MON!" Malstrom echoed sticking his head into the workshop.
Something hissed, Malstrom hissed back, walking in.
He stood in the doorway a while, carefully eyeballing every strange device in the room.
Something gurgled and started spewing steam towards the troll.
He rolled forward with an overly dramatic cry of "HAAA!"
Coming out of his roll he came face to face with a strange metallic box, he started at it suspiciously. The top popped open and a circular piece of metal came up and started spinning with a sharp "BEEP!" Malstrom jumped back and raised his arms as he sailed backwards.
"FROSSSHOK!" he shouted as the blast of frozen air slammed into the device and froze the spinning disk in place.
He landed in a crouch near the open doorway.
Bloodscream was behind a table ten feet away, one eyebrow raised, holding a book and a pen.
"Oh hey mon..." Malstrom said with a smile.
"Ah have triumphed against da forces of wirey juju..." the troll said softly and smiled pointing at the frozen device, now smoking slightly. Malstrom noticed the smoke.
"Is it spose ta do dat mon?" he asked sheepishly.
The device burst into flames. Malstrom raised an eyebrow.
Bloodscream laughed.
Malstrom, realizing Bloodscream wasn't terribly mad, chuckled himself.
He caught sight of a furry brown bunny, sitting quietly on a nearby crate, furiously twitching it's nose.
It was a practiced motion. One he had performed a thousand times. He reached out with the speed of the wind and caught the creature, grabbed it's head and snapped it's neck.
The resulting explosion blew the shaman back through the open doorway ass over elbows.
Bloodscreams laughter drowned out everything else for several long seconds.
Malstrom lay on the ground a while, healing and chuckling.
"Joo a sick bastad mon..." the troll declared getting to his feet and dusting himself off.
Bloodscream was still chuckling in the workshop.
Malstrom entered a second time.
"So the explosive decoys are pretty lifelike then?" the orc asked with a large toothy grin.
Malstrom grinned "Ah shoulda known mon..."
Bloodscream stop chuckling long enough to ask the troll his business.
"Sup?" he asked plainly.
"Nothin mon." replied the troll. "Juss wanted to see if you needed anytin fore I went huntin."
"Nope I'm good... I'm gunna be working here pretty late. Come by later, we'll have ribs."
Malstrom looked disappointed. Bloodscream raised an eyebrow.
"Since when don't you like ribs?!?" he asked confused.
"We can't have ribs now mon?" the troll asked.
They both started laughing.
Malstrom hopped onto his mount and sailed off towards his hunting grounds, Alliance territory.
Bloodscream got back to work trying to unlock the secrets of the makers.
Something in the workshop went "whoop!"