Post by Vicky on Jan 25, 2012 6:39:45 GMT -8
THE PLAYER
Main Account: admin [Irobashi]
Other Characters: Danielle Messick, Coldsteel, Bumblebee, Ricochet, Crosswire------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHO ARE YOU?
Name: Vicky, former alias, Skyfox
Nicknames: Icky (Only if you want a beating)
Age: Young adult
Gender: Femme
Route: Straight
Alignment: Autobots
Status: As a Decepticon she worked hard in the elite spy field just as her father had. She had even been put on a top mission, top secret that is, to infiltrate the Autobots and become one of them to get information for the Decepticons. Today, she works as a warrior amongst the Autobots, just starting out in a new light.
Stats
Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Courage: 7
Firepower: 9
Speed: 8
Rank: 1
Endurance: 5
Skill: 8------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE DETAILSFrom head to canine-like toe this fifteen foot femme is a shade of Maroon with black and metallic colored mesh twisted about her frame. Her helm resembles that of the creature Earth-goers call a 'fox' along with other parts of her body. She is bipedal, her most noticeable traits being those blood red optics hiding within the black around them, her large receptors that almost look as though fluff is sprouting from them, and her large jagged tail that follows close behind her.------------------------------------------------------------------------------YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH
Likes:
- Winning fights against Elina.
- Going out on missions that require her old elite spy skills.
- Being left alone to do as she pleases.
- Pranking certain high up mechs when she can't use harm for revenge.
- Winning fights in general.
- A hyper-free Elina
- Un-stabilized Hypro Coffee
- Well behaved kids.
Dislikes:
- Getting caught after pranking someone, or well, scolded for it. "Don't lecture me, tell me what the bitch duty is and I'll be on my way.
- Being out done in a prank.
- Elina running around on HC-high.
- Annoying Bots or others.
- Being ganged up on, especially by supposed 'comrades'.
- Cops
- Being shot at by a Bot.
- Being accused of being a Decepticon spy.
- Gir or anything to do with Invader Zim
- Being cold or frozen.
- Being captured.
- Anything loud
- Being woke up for something she doesn’t find important.
- Being disrespected or spoken to as inferior, weak, and or stupid.
Personality: An unfortunate side effect to the at times, murderous femme is the fact that most would view her as hateful, suspicious, and a bit of a devious plotter that lurks in the dark, awaiting your unsuspecting self to venture around your last corner. Only a couple living Autobots appear to know a little more than what meets ones eye, that these things are untrue, but instead that she is troubled. Often there might be something pecking at her mind, with the load she's dropped off of her chassis recently, not as much though she knows how many are eying her after it. They receive her ever so warm welcoming, “Keep staring, I'll take your optics.”. She tries to ignore it today, so not to fall back into her depressed state that causes her to fall weak and ill.
Brutal in combat, absolutely not giving a damn whether it may or may not be a gore fest, do NOT give her a reason to make one of her Death Note-like promises. You'll know you have trouble with this quickster when you discover that she has mastered the art of flash stepping, in means of using it anyways. Knowing all of this, still you are to believe that she may not be your biggest threat between the twins, just the most threatening.
When it comes to both Vicky and her sibling, Elina, you'll learn quickly that overall, they are loyal to one another before they are loyal to anyone else. Nothing had to be said to create the pact, a promise of silence between the two that they will defend one another no matter their alliance. Once a part of the Decepticons, Vicky had stumbled upon her dearest sister whom had taken life threatening damage. Unable to take her to the Autobot base and lacking the knowledge of it or any of its inhabitance, Vicky made the decision of disguising Elina in order to be repaired by a Decepticon medic. Unfortunately, the medic was no fool and soon figured things out and proceeded to try and destroy the Spark of Elina painfully until Vicky quite violently intervened. The fox-like femme struck a deal with the mech to steal a few items for him along with gaining enough credits as bribery to fix her sibling after the further damage he had induced. Once repaired, she didn't bother with the keeping of her word. He was killed eventually after a somewhat long and enduring fight. Vicky had taken her own damage, but didn't let it stop her from taking Elina back to a safer location, from there, deciding she could fend for herself. Afterwards, she 'supposedly' left the Decepticons. She was discovered almost a year or two after when she confessed to Ratchet and finally did abandon the violent cause going nowhere fast.
She doesn't take kindly to those who try to dig under her shell whether it be mainly for informational purposes or to 'get to know her better'. For example; if she were to be accused of coming into contact with a Decepticon through writing, she would refuse to let the eyes of others check said writings whether she was innocent or not. “It's not of your business who I do or do not speak to. With that, are you not supposed to trust your comrades? I can either be your partner in battle or your worst enemy, choose wisely...” With that, she'll normally hold a glare with those large receptors of hers pulled back to further her expression of hostility.
Quite literally, this vixen femme has been known to be a real hot head. Would you not be if you too were filled with acidic life sustaining liquids running through your frame? The fluids inside her along with those she uses as a hot substance for weaponry in combat can get up to around thirty four thousand degrees F. Her inner fluid preserves are the same reason why those who draw it from her in a fight, don’t wish to do so again.
Though she might prefer peace and quiet seventy two percent of the time, it’s quite easy to see how much cabin fever her and her yellow sibling obtain which normally leads to a brawl. Not as bad as it once was, though she has shied from it recently due to her actually joining the Autobots and the fact that others now know that she had actually been a spy amongst them for her stay previous to now.
Strengths: Her ability to become dependent on merely herself when times call for it. She is quite capable, most of the time, of holding her own. When out and out by herself, if she were to adapt far enough in her independence, she would end up socially straying from others and said others would definitely not favor the outcome.
Her acidic based Energon would definitely be a perk. Are you one of those who enjoy the spray of the vital fluids of your enemy across your frame? You'll make that mistake once with her when you're screaming in agony and trying to keep your face from melting.
Confinement in terms of thoughts and secrecy. You'd have to be a rather observant Bot to notice that something was up with the femme. Once you get to know her well enough, you won't think she seems to hostile and irritated all the time but rather that's the mask she puts on to keep others at bay. If she's comfortable enough around you to seem the slightest bit relaxed, then you'll be able to pick apart the different between “Every day get away from me” Vicky and “This is really bothering me” Vicky. As for secrecy, she'll take the forbidden locked away with her straight to her own grave even if it means said grave must be dug early to keep them hidden. If there may ever be something specific that she doesn't even want anyone great, small, or bonded to know, you'll likely not find it unless you hold her down and dig around in her processor. Doing that will likely lead to your termination.
Her bulky, sharp edged tail. It's as deviant as the design appears, meant for storage of metals and as a weapon. Any time of her choosing if she so pleased, the tail could be cut from its base and left behind though doing so may render her ability to transform due to lacking parts within the alternate form. She can throw a good kick, but other than that she has to rely on weaponry to harm someone. If she hits you with this tail it's going to both slam you away from her and slash you open if hit with the right plates. It's meant to be a sucker punch of a weapon, mean and without warning of its entrance into the fight.
Her cooling systems allow her to take extreme heat both on the inside and outside of her body. Though her paint job wouldn't survive along with perhaps a few other key parts of her body involving the senses, it's no surprise when it comes to watching her crawl out of the molten lava of a volcano. She needs these cooling systems otherwise she'd most likely face a painfully hot death. If they were to fail, her frame is built with some reinforcement to hold off the hot acidic fluids, but only for so long. These systems are built also to contain the heated fluids though when her temper literally starts boiling, you might find her hot to the touch with heat waves distorting the image around her.
Speaking of her AE (Acidic Energon), where you watched Optimus Prime and Arcee nearly freeze to death, Vicky would be walking on just fine for a much longer time period. It takes time to try and cool her down, and if the temperatures are cold enough, she can kick off her cooling systems and enjoy the freedom. Once the ever so long task of cooling her AE is accomplished, you'll find other than that same acidic agent and orangish red coloration, you'll notice it's the same as normal Energon. From there, she'd freeze all the same.
Along with tasting from the air much like a Earth-cat would, Vicky as extraordinary hearing which is no shocker when you see the size of her receptors. Good luck sneaking up on her. You're up against each hair-like cyber tendril poking out of the side of her head. Each one picking up on wave lengths and pitch whilst they feed information to her of her surroundings.
This vixen is quite the resourceful one when coming up with insulting come backs or perhaps trying to hack into the main frame motherboard of a computer system. Whether or not she succeeds in breaking the entry keys to gain access, she could always try ripping apart the computer or start blasting to get through a wall.
She has mastered the art of flash stepping which allows her for a few seconds to leap faster than the speed of light. If you see her image at all, it will most likely become ripped and appear behind her before fading, next to see those glowing claws up close and personal.
Weaknesses: Yes, it seems a lot more like normal Energon when cooled to the normal temperature any other Bot would face. Having it cooled to that point or perhaps at an even lower temperature however can have consequences. Her weaponry uses the over heated fuels in her body and without said heat, it'll merely be a burning substance that wishes to eat away at your metals. With the extreme temperature to back up the acid, it only makes watching the dying misery of another enemy more pleasant to listen to.
Things do trouble Vicky, in quite the unfortunate ways. She'll deprive herself of stasis when worrying over something or knowing she's doing horribly wrong against something she does not wish to wrong. Especially when knowing she has a decision she doesn't want to make, anxiety hits her. This could also put the femme into a depression which she has climbed out of just recently after admitting to Ratchet about her betrayal against the Autobots. Depression, when letting things such as guilt and wrong get to her, can eat away at this fox and make her seem ill. Weakened, disoriented and trouble functioning both mentally and physically tend to be the symptoms. I'd say her avoiding others but she tends to do that in general.
Ah, the mighty receptors. Where they are a grand strength, they are also a rendering weakness. If one were to create massive wave lengths and over powering strong/loud sound waves then not only could they knock her off balance but also confuse her to no end. With that, her thought process becomes scrambled and her overall stature seems disoriented. At this point, she knows it's time to retreat, if she can get a retreat thought out fast enough.
Her temper and patience tend to wear faster than she can flash step. This tends to be a side effect of the heat from AE which tends to in turn, make her heated. You’ll see smoke and waves rolling off of her. If she’s standing anywhere near snow, expect a pool to form.
Out right challenging her, especially when it comes to taunting, will normally work when it comes to luring her away from the protection of others. The more reason to do it, the greater chance you have of calling her into a trap. If you’d want to create reason take or harm something she likes then watch her silent thirst for blood unfold into a mess.
Her people skills, most definitely. She tends to prefer being by herself, she’s used to it, as if unable to see the value in contact. What’s really going on; she’s horribly shy, past occurrences of having to kill those who wanted to be close and then there’s also the matter of appearing weak in a situation that would leave her vulnerable. When you tie a bridge with another you never know who might threaten to shake it and terminate all life clinging to it. Vicky has lost her way and doesn’t know how to find the road back. Secrets are kept from Elina along with a simple answer to how her day is going. Often times when she tenses up with a stare before turning away to leave she’s trying to escape the cold eyes of others that she feels she will never trust.
In her own mind she tries to push passed the torment that others have never seen in the light. None know what she tries to push passed today which had been slowly destroying her from the inside out before she joined the Autobots. Joining their ranks stitched up the wound but it still has a ways to go before it has healed. Even then, a scar will remain. One might claim silent insanity, Vicky says one should suck it up because the day’s not over yet.
She tends to keep it all to herself even if it kills her. It’s rare to have her reach out to another whether it be for help or repair. Recently, she took that risk with Ratchet.------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET
Family:
Name: Elina
Status: Twin Sister
Side: Autobots
Name: Foxfire
Status: Deceased Father
Side: Decepticons
Name: Wildcat
Status: Deceased Mother
Side: Autobots -> Neutral
History: Child rearing in a very strange relationship. Wildcat had left the ranks of the Autobots in order to be with the charming, funny, good ball, and all out warrior she had once been sent to track down, Foxfire. The femme was made up of a yellow and blue design much like Elina’s, though she was thin and quick on her feet, like Vicky. As for Foxfire, you’d see where Elina gets her strength and endurance along with part of her always happy to be around nature. Vicky shares Wildcat’s answer to a challenge and her need for vengeance if called upon for it. The two elder couple had been called upon for a project amongst the Decepticons. Wildcat on the inside, was breaking down after having been absolutely furious when she finally saw Foxfire’s real side. Of course, he was loyal to the Decepticons that she now wanted no part of. Wildcat held one other forming Spark within her and with Foxfire’s encouragement, experimentation was allowed to take place on it. Why? To gain a destructive tag team for patience was running thin with Wildcat’s insubordination. With a price of course. First they enhanced the one person that this Spark was supposed to be. A strength superior to Foxfire’s along with endurance and mental stability to keep a cool head in a fight. As for Wildcat’s greater traits, stealth, speed, agility and intellect. Afterward the Spark had been separated and painfully left for Wildcat to continue to let develop within the chamber that supported it. Foxfire had taken some pity on her, saying he had no intention of the pain that was just how most Decepticon medics were before going on about how happy their Sparklings would be that they did this and how much they could give to the Decepticon cause. Of course she argued back, wanting more than anything to leave and return to the Autobots, calling herself a fool but still feeling that ever so close Spark-bond with Foxfire. The mech didn’t understand what was so wrong about this; he had just helped set them up with a greater future. Twins like these were unlikely to be killed off without reason and even if they did revolt, the way the ‘doctor’ described it, they would likely just be disciplined and reprogrammed a bit anyways. Revolt? Why would they? He had a great rank title, and soon, they could have far better, did Wildcat not understand how lucky these two would be?
The twins formed alright, but the intentions of before had definitely not done what they were supposed to. Their skills and strengths were split, creating weaknesses in both. What the ‘operator’ found interesting was that if one had a weakness, the other possessed a strength to counter it. He decided as long as both stay together in a brawl then all would be fine. Foxfire remained serious up until the point that this other, much larger mech left before celebrating with that goofy smile which had his top two fangs poking out. The same one Wildcat loved, until now. She looked upon the cat-like twin and the fox-like twin. The one with large blue eyes only looked on at Foxfire’s enthusiasm with curiosity. As for the other, she somewhat disliked it and had stepped away to come closer towards the more sane looking one, Wildcat. Both looked on as the more well armored sibling was picked up by Foxfire in his odd little happy moment and watched as said twin looked confused as hell and with the vibe she was getting from their Spark-mother, didn’t join in the celebration.
Vicky, being called Skyfox back then, never was the emotionally strong one. Elina aka Thundercat appeared to have all of the bravery and ability to cope. When it came to the night Wildcat fled with the twins, Foxfire following in pursuit, the outburst from the feline mother's distress and frustration drew the attention of a mediocre sized group of gruff looking bounty hunters. Immediately Wildcat went off on the attack, knowing she'd soon fail against the opposing seven especially in her state quite similar to Vicky's when ill depression hits. Untrained cannon fire had caused damage to the surrounding area and knocked Thundercat out could. Having to carry her while dragging Vicky along whom wanted to stay and aid Wildcat who was already downed from both beating and restraint, he led left the yellow twin with the maroon femme and ordered them to stay put and hide their signals. Finally, it looked as though he knew how much wrong he had done and that he had just been extremely good at hiding it. Stroking over Vicky's pulled back right receptor one last time before darting off with his own up and listening for battle cries. Vicky herself knew it would not end well, already feeling the horrid agony that wrenched through the creation bond the four shared. Dragging her sister into the alien brush of this planet their mother had chosen, she lay in wait with her signal doused as told. The final scream of Wildcat as Foxfire's life force was ripped from her Spark matched that of her own fading three seconds later and then all feel in a deafening silence. She shook horribly, falling onto her side though still hanging onto Thundercat who still lay limp with those large, innocent blue optics of hers closed. She heard the voices of those out for their reward money searching, searching for them after killing their parental units. After killing the misunderstood and the one who only meant to protect. Wildcat, who wished to smuggle the two into the Autobots for a better life than being beaten down and trained daily with the chance of death due to someone else having a bad day..
When she finally came to, she had noticed that her sibling was still out and looked almost as dead inside as Vicky did. Leaving her there, she blocked off their creation bond so to try and numb the sickening pain which of course failed. She stumbled from the ground, disoriented, before purging not far from the location where she had crashed for the night and then continuing forward to find parts from Foxfire scattered about though his body had been taken. Vital fluids splattered all around, along with burn marks from gun fire and the acidic Energon of Foxfire. She followed the drag marks, her feet shaking with each step as her dimmed red optics blurred from the build up of liquids. Staring at the ground, she didn't have to walk much further before her foot nearly smacked into Wildcat's arm. Tears fell, dripping from her face's pitiful state as her optics traveled to the dead face of Wildcat. Her optics hidden within black mesh were dark and colorless. Her body torn in many places, battered, beaten, with a wretched hole protruding from her chassis telling the story of a cannon blast through the back telling the awful tale... Trying to keep her chin from trembling too much in case there was another quick arrival of the unwanted, she grabbed her mother's lifeless arm carefully and gently lay it pointing towards her stasis locked sibling. Folding the thumb and other fingers in other than the point, she used said appendage in hopes an Autobot would pick up on that instead of a Decepticon or another neutral. Her face tightened, receptors pulled back in a stiff manner that almost hurt though compared to the rest of her pain, it was nothing. Planting her shaky foot beside the hand, she tried to ignore the Energon soaking the ground around the dismantled body as she began dragging her left foot through the ground's surface towards where Elina was hidden. Her lie was already being thought of along the way, pain surrounding what little space was left in her mind to do so.
After setting off her emergency Decepticon beacon and being found, she relayed her stable lie that Thundercat too was dead. Having left a message of name change behind for her sibling in order to be free, she announced her name change as well so not to be found out by the Autobots in future events of stealth missions. If Thundercat had to give up her name for something so alien, so did she.
In future vorns to come, she knew through the bond that Elina had been rescued as well and was alive and in one piece. Now missing her ''partner in crime'' who would cover her weaknesses, the hurt was brought on twice as hard in her training. Vicky was assigned to missions to claim artifacts, information, and a lot of the time, lives. There had most definitely been times in the past where she was to infiltrate the Autobots, acting as one of them. With her skills of stealthy silence she had been assigned to a team of one other femme and a mech whom seemed to be aiming for top of their class as well. She was sent in to infiltrate her own faction's bases and of course, letting them know of it until the two other Autobots had given her their trust and referred to her as their adopted sister. Pretending the same until the order to kill was carried out once they had helped her break into a heavily locked up part of Cybertron which contained a written formula for a powerful energy source. Neither of them saw it coming, Steelheart was killed first with a sword of acid through the Spark before Vicky continued to advance on the femme Nightingale before soon betraying her as well. It was sad really, killing off the only ones that saw her as someone who mattered, brother and sister by bond, herself adopted into it.. Drawing her weapon from the femme's limp frame as well, she scanned the forumla before returning to base and handing it over without a word. Silent, cold, never aiming to reveal what went on on the inside. Her 'career' continued on, her only true meaning, You point, she kills and or steals, that seemed like the basic idea.
Many stories of her past went on like that, having no one, running into a familiar face one day during a fight. It was herself and three other Decepticons versus five Autobots. The big stupid one full on bashed through three Autobots and straight into the brawl head first as he took heavy gun fire. Vicky was slammed into the ground and just in time, rolled onto all fours before slipping back onto her feet with a glare. Her glare set upon the surprised expression of the fully matured Elina whom blinked at her. The two full on ran at one another, Elina swiping Vicky through one of the falling down structures nearby before leaping after. Vicky grunted, pinking herself back up whilst holding her side before getting ready again for another as she snarled with her fangs bared. When she caught sight of her sister again, the well armored femme was merely staring at her and looked to have little to no intent of harming her any further. “Skyfox?..” She seemed saddened, surprised, and as if she was looking at a dead robot. She stepped forward, raising her arms up a bit, only to watch dishearteningly as Vicky stepped away with her deadly cannon raised. “It's Vicky, if you touch me, I will rip your arms from your socket you poorly misinformed fool. Run back to your friends, or well, what's left of them...” Secretly, she had been longing to calmly talk to Elina, just say something other than that... She wanted to at least put her hand against her twin's, whom she had not seen for thousands of years. How had they been drawn together in this moment like this?.. It was the first time but it wouldn't be the last and Vicky hated each meeting, knowing it could blow Elina's identity and lead to her capture and perhaps forced reprogramming. Vicky had no true life, she was just a weapon, she had nothing and no one nor did she ask for it. She signed on the dotted line, her freedom for Elina's yet the yellow femme couldn't stay away. In many of the fights against one another where the cat-like femme faked most of her moves so not to harm her creation bond sibling, it only tore Vicky apart more on the inside.
There was one very regretful incident where Elina decided to give tracking a try and had caught up to where her sister had left. When she arrived, Vicky was nowhere to be found, however, four other Decepticons were... Vicky returned to find her sister half submerged in waters on a bank, laying on her side. What part of Elina she did see was currently her ''good'' side... Her helmet chargers had been ripped off off the top of her helm, her right optic hanging out and her armor had been pretty much been filled with blast holes. It looked as though someone had taken a scythe to her and slashed up most of her limp body of which life was slowly fading from. Vicky had lifted her dying sister from the waters and Energon mess, covering her with an electric paint job as a disguise before flying back to Decepticon base and into the medical bay. Knowing she was well known on the list of wanted criminals owned by the Autobots, Vicky had no intentions of taking Elina to Autobot help like the first time. Leaving her again would most likely end up in tragedy. While the Decepticon medic worked on Elina, he found the transmitter for the electric paint job and shut it off only to find that it was an Autobot he was repairing. He went straight to attacking the Spark before Vicky slashed half through his neck and threatening to lob his head off entirely if he continued any further. Striking a deal with him over credits, he repaired Elina and did what he could to fix the damage done to her Spark. For the most part, she was stable and could most likely limp back to her comrades and that's all the vixen needed. Flying a ways back, passed the scene of the destruction, she left the groggy Elina there to fend for herself before leaving her once more.
Praying for vorns after, unable to contemplate what the beginning of this pointless war had been like anymore, she hoped all was well and that Elina's idenity still remembered a secret amongst the Decepticons. Soon, Vicky was appointed to infiltrate the Autobots again, lying of how she had missed Elina so dearly and had left the Decepticons to join the Autobots. For two years she was assigned to the same base as Elina on Earth with the rest of the Autobots, left there to gather information for the Decepticons. Not giving up any locations yet, Vicky had managed to file in a report once a month on activity though said writings began to slow. Finally, she failed to report at all during the last six months of her alliance with the Decepticon faction. She was growing attached again and with her weakened state, always the feeling of being horribly ill due to the weight she bore, she couldn't stop it from happening. Ratchet was definitely one whom she feared less and less to be around even if she was one of the most reclusive femmes you'd ever hope to meet. When Elina slipped up in a fight involving one of the higher up Decepticons and let 'Thundercat' slip, the large purple cyclops took it upon himself to look further into the familiar name. With her cover blown, Vicky basically said 'fuck it' and told Ratchet everything involving her most recent betrayal against the Autobots with a promise to leave the Decepticons for good.
Today she's recovering from the ill downward spiral she had been taking into. She's still has nervous and tense around others that don't know her well enough though she tries to lighten up around Elina and the medic.------------------------------------------------------------------------------IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?
Weaponry:
Cannon - You'd see it as your basic weapon of chaos. It has a decent blast radius from how far it shoots and as for ammo well, those metal melting acidic fluids. Umbrella anyone?
Scythe Tipped Sword - A long, hard to get by blade lined with the smoldering AE that drips off of it in vapor with a jagged hook curve at the end of it for catching your legs to prevent your escape.
Basic AE Claws - You wonder how the main blade of her sword becomes a solid which is also the same story with her claws. The AE drips from her finger tips, some of the searing fluids dripping onto the abused ground below her before forming solid claws. For the most part, she can decide the length from one centimeter to three and a half yards. Based on judgement is how long you'll usually see them in battle. They can be cut shorter though whatever you use might be damaged from the acidic heat, then again, they'll most likely just come back.
Extra: Vicky still holds countless charges under her belt, most including many killings.------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT MEShe didn't fight Ratchet, but rather instead, assisted him as she helped push herself onto her back with her right hand. She tried her best not to cringe, knowing it'd worsen the pain but for the most part, couldn't help it as she attempted to redraw her poker face as her expression once more. She didn't move after that, letting Ratchet work with the tubes, having an excuse to push off her previous thoughts for a moment's time. "They'd be stupid to not have more than one I suppose." Only for said thoughts to return. She didn't think others shaking their angered and betrayed fists at her would make Optimus be any more unforgiving than he might already be. She was unsure now if she wanted the one to bring the news unless she wasn't already being written off to become a prisoner of war instead of a true comrade.
At the next 'great' news Ratchet had, Vicky turned her head in his direction, her receptors lopsided for a moment before pulling back to the best of their ability with a nod. Great, she'd have to work to get her Energon boiling again. It would be diluted for awhile, the matters and issues only prodding her more and more that she'd need to be as healthy as she could get, she was going to need that energy. She turned away again, looking back up at the ceiling with a gentle but annoyed blink
"Nevada, other than that, just that they really wanted my head on a pike. They were a bit of a nut job actually.. It kind of seemed like... Two voices." Something she was good at, paying attention for data collection, though she wasn't doing very well with action earlier, she still remembered to take notes. She worried again about Elina, she knew her sister had at least some kind of idea, she knew. Would she rather tell Ratchet now, or let her sister say something before she could? It was obviously the first, her body tensing slightly as she went to sway her tail in discomfort only for the metal plates to somewhat sweep a foot over the berth and for her to wince with a terrible pain before ceasing. "Ratchet?.." She didn't want it to wait and drag on, like some dramatic soap opera. She wondered what his reaction would be now, slightly frightened of it though not waiting, she looked directly at Ratchet with her piercing red optics laced with black around them, via sending him the images he desired, perhaps more than what he was looking for.
There were images of Tex firing off the C4, riding her flying alternate form, firing at her, getting ready for the kill before Vicky's own escape. Then prior, her weak alternate form having to stop and take a breather at the junk yard, transferring her pain and grief along with it. The suffering that had been making her more and more unstable, it was like her small jet-alternate trying to carry an air-craft carrier on top of it. Until, she could finally take no more. Then, prior to that, images skipping back, her taking orders from what appeared to be the Air Commander aka Second in Command, one Ratchet should recognize. In the image, her point of view, she gave a nod, the pain still there, burning like a vile poison in her Spark as almost out of the bay, she gave a limp and tried to cover it by flickering invisible. The images just kept flickering backwards, all the times she was with the Autobots, her saddened feelings mixed into it. As it went back further, the pain lessened slightly along with the grief, but not by much. All the way back until she was speaking with another, her assignment, to lay low amongst the Autobots as a spy.
In the midst of all of it, she had looked back up at the ceiling, waiting in quiet. It was a long silence, more physical weakness being felt as expected due to the drainage as her body was forced to try and relax more. "I never fulfilled that spy mission. My data pad, the one I'm seen carrying around. I have so many assignments, never even touched, I'm surprised they hadn't killed me over a year ago.. Things were busy, I wasn't asked for information, I didn't give them anything. I began to worry more and more, what I was giving up if I did. I did it to protect Ratchet, to protect Elina from having to be forced to be a Decepticon like I was." Fear seemed to fill her now, more and more afraid of what the medic's reaction was going to be, afraid, but going to further more into explanation on that. Even with lacking energy, she shook a bit, more visible if one looked at her legs. She felt trapped, her Spark strict with an ill feeling. She sent more images to Ratchet, that of the fight between her and Elina's parents that ended the two, lying to Starscream that Elina was offlined along with Wildcat and Foxfire, scheming to have Autobots finds her instead. "She's strong, she can take a lot mentally, but she doesn't like to take lives or harm others unless absolutely necessary, she would of been maimed, maybe killed, reprogrammed until she was nothing more than some mindless drone. She would of been too willed and frightened, she would of wanted to join the Autobots anyways, we both did. I lied to Starscream, Elina had to change her name from Thundercat, I changed mine as well because I didn't think it was fair she lost hers and I didn't. I'm Skyfox, dead in any record of the Autobots." More images raced, showing how many killing sprees she had been sent on at such a young age, barely out of Sparkling hood, the name on a computer file of hers and Elina's project. "We were supposed to be a team for the Decepticons, since they thought she was dead, they wanted me to make up for it. But I couldn't." She flashed through the memories, the weight had set on her from day one when her father told her she and her sister would reach great ranks in the Decepticons and that he was so proud of them, different images sent to Ratchet of the two pretending to be in the war. The yellow and blue feline had gone quiet after pretending to shoot Vicky, both going silent when they knew, they might have to really fight each other one day. And so they did, more images showing of one baring the Autobot symbol, the other Decepticon, viciously trying to tear the other apart. Vicky ripping her helmet from Elina and dealing a horrid blow to her head with her tail to put her in stasis lock, though, the root problem of her sibling's processor damage. Though, the secret she kept, the ones that always added, mercy. She looked back, watching the rest of the Decepticons catching up. She moved her sibling aside, hiding her in another structure and waiting for the others to catch up. ~"All clear. And if I have to listen to the short one complain about the mess again, I'm going to add HIM to it."~ She wasn't sure how much more she wanted to show, more and more images played, those who didn't get in her way in a fight, she didn't attack. Some were killed, unable to be helped as they full on went at her with brute force, but she was far too quick for them. Others, she wounded, and left them behind. Some, she just looked back at in the distance as they screamed in agony for their losses, cursing her, promising to kill her. That burdened her more, just adding to the weight, each one, each meaningless kill added on each one, and it was felt throughout the images. More appearing, mainly of her struggles as she began to fall apart, becoming horribly weak from it, some of her shaking in struggles to fly, in struggles to escape death in matches before using uprooted, horrible pain and agony and turning it into rage only to create colossal pain for others as she went out for the kill. Then, in the fight with Tex again, only when Tex first arrived, Vicky's panicking thoughts. She belonged to the Decepticons, as property, how would the Autobots accept her after what she'd done? She had been double crossing them this entire time just by being amongst them, the Decepticons could have tried to pick at her memory at any time, but, they never did. It made her wonder, they must of been far too busy or her weakness was proving to show her as useless.
She shuddered a bit, slightly afraid of Ratchet now. She couldn't get herself out of the base when he glared with hatred and held her there for Red Alert and KITT to pick up, or maybe Prowl too. Whoever, she knew she couldn't get away, and she knew she wouldn't be able to stand her sister glaring at her through the cell walls. For the first time in ages, a liquid laced the rims of her optics, wondering if this had been such a good idea, feeling the need to leap off the table and dart away, but she didn't have the energy too. She didn't want to plead, she wasn't going to, she wasn't a begger unless it was to aid her sister.
