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"I'm going to come up there in 30 seconds, Angela." A voice answers from technical. A soft chuckle. "Do not presume to give me orders, Overlord Vector." The door to the office she's been using as her lab is shut. "I've almost got the body ready and when it is, I'll be out. No sooner. No later. If you want to make it a standoff, I'll be ready for that as well. I built you. I can also take you down." She has no idea that the two are no longer alone. Major Bludd walks up behind Over Kill, glancing with a frown at the two BATs that appear to be guarding him. "What's this, now?" he asks, irritably. "What's with the shouting match?" He directs a glare up the stairs before returning his gaze to Over Kill. Over Kill gives a salute. "Sir! Angela is being slow on the body. I told her I wanted it completed a week ago and she still isn't done. She's locked the door to the lab and won't let anyone in. She says only she can complete the programming. So I wait patiently. I'm tired of waiting. I'm going to go up there and make her install the core. She put an override code in the BATS and took them over," he growls. Major Bludd's eyebrows rise in surprise, then plunge, accenting his angry scowl. "Did she, now? You're not the only one tired of waiting, lad," he says, staring at the BAT holding the synthoid's arm. "Release this man immediately," he demands of the android. "Your 'central node' is under my command." The BATs pause, as if unsure which command to follow. They have two central nodes, giving orders. But only one person who outranks the nodes is present. They immediately release the man, dropping their weapons. Over Kill snarls. "You are just confusing the BATs down here," he calls back. Angela, who still has no idea they aren't alone returns the call. "They wouldn't be confused if they had one central node. Relinquish command, Over Kill. That synthoid will not last you forever." Major Bludd motions to Over Kill. "Come with me, lad," he commands, stepping in front of the synthoid. "Stay behind me, and let me do the talking." He strides up the stairs, his heavy bootfalls betraying the anger he's holding in check. Over Kill skitters behind Major Bludd and murmurs quietly. "Careful. She's a bit crazy. I'll protect you." He motions the two BATs to follow beside them. "Cover us." The BATS move to cover the twosome, lifting their AK's. Major Bludd turns to sneer at Over Kill over his shoulder as he ascends the stairs. "I can handle her, I said." When he reaches the top of the staircase, he heads for the lab in which Angela is working. Angela hears the second steps of bootfalls and begins to think something is definitely wrong. "Over Kill. You are not alone," she says, the sound of bootfalls can be heard on the other side of the door. "Who is with you?" she calls out. Major Bludd tries the door and finds it locked. He takes a step back and lifts his heavy combat boot, striking at the door and popping it open with a loud crack. "Angela!" he snarls from the doorway. "You're finished!" Angela is on the other side of the door, dressed in combat fatigues, and armed with her own AK today and a side pistol. Who knows where she got those. She's wearing a standard issue helmet as well and has crouched herself near a bank of computers. She is true to her word. She has recently completed a combat body for Over Kill that seems to be an exact replica of the one that was recently destroyed. "Major Bludd," she hisses softly, before standing to give a salute. "I should have known. I would have transferred Over Kill sooner, but he's been.. unstable as of late." She hopes he hadn't overheard too much of their argument. Over Kill snarls behind Major Bludd, staring angrily at Angela. "Take her down, sir.." "Unstable my ass," Bludd sneers. "You've taken too long on this project. I will have no more of your unnecessary delays or your pathetic excuses." He wonders briefly who allowed Angela access to weaponry. He makes a mental note to find out and devise a special punishment for the responsible parties. "You've no permission to take control of BATs any longer, and you know it. You've dug yourself a nice hole, traitor. Disarm and you might live long enough to regret it." Over Kill starts to move on all fours, low to the ground as Angela stares back at Major Bludd. "My intentions have always been for the good of Cobra. "She holds her head a bit, actually lowering the AK. She holsters the pistol, agreeing for now. "I think it's time to make that transfer don't you?" she hopes perhaps by being agreeable, at this time she might survive this. "All seems to be in order." Major Bludd steps toward Angela and holds his hand out. "Give me your weapons, Angela," he orders, "and then we'll see to Over Kill's transfer. And I warn you," his angry glare threatens to burn a hole in the female synthoid's forehead, "if there are any problems with his transfer, there are going to be problems for *you*." Angela seems as untrusting as ever. She narrows her eyes, handing over the AK but she never hands over the pistol. Her movements are tight, and almost predatory. Over Kill moves close to the ground, trying to get behind Angela. He gives a nod to the Major, ready to bring her to the ground, if he needs to. Major Bludd removes the rifle's clip, ejects the chambered round, engages the safety, and tosses it to the ground well behind him with practised motions and all without taking his eyes from Angela. His fingers close more tightly around the clip as he extends his other hand, motioning toward himself with his fingers. "The sidearm, Angela," he intones flatly. "Last damn chance." Angela hisses a bit, her hands shaking. She moves for the sidearm. "I can't give away my last defense," she says softly, her eyes narrowing as she backs to the wall. "I know you will destroy me." Major Bludd steps in close to Angela and reaches for her as her hand moves to draw her sidearm. His fingers close around her slender wrist and he flips the AK clip to Over Kill behind his back to free his right hand to pull the pistol from her grip. Angela's wrist snaps backwards easily, causing her to drop her pistol. She struggles in the grasp, pulling back roughly. She always seems to be quite violent when touched. Her wrist is cool to the touch and clammy. Over Kill grabs the clip quickly, placing it in his pocket, shaking his head. "Settle down, Angela. No one's gonna kick your butt unless you ask for it." Major Bludd releases the pistol's clip with the press of a button, allowing it to drop to the floor at his feet. "The transfer, Angela." Angela is oddly quiet once she's released. She rubs at that odd collar at her neck which keeps her from running off. She nods. "Yes, sir." she says quietly. "You." she points to Over Kill. "We're going to need to get you up on a table and hook you up to the machines. The transfer should be fairly easy." she rubs a hand across his forehead and whispers something in his ear, before hooking the diodes up. "There won't be a need for supervision." Over Kill shivers a bit. "Creepy." "I'll be the judge of that," Bludd growls. He stands within a couple paces of the table, Angela's pistol still gripped in his left hand. He takes a moment to pull the weapon's slide back and check for a chambered round, then releases it and returns his gaze to the activity before him. The transfer seems quick and easy. Before long, the synthoid Over Kill is in melts to a plasma goo, and the body that Angela created starts to hum with electricity. The monitors near it glow as electricity fills it. Angela watches it closely, with a intense look on her face, watching the monitors closely. The monitors beep, showing signs of life. "90..100 percent. That was quick." she smiles. "Transfer complete." she gives an impish smile. "It's alive." she chuckles. "Always good to see a creation brought to life." the robot's left eye glows a bright blue, and the right glows crimson. "Welcome back.. Over Kill." she says. Major Bludd glowers at Angela's back, flicking a glance to the freshly-transferred Over Kill. "Over Kill," he calls, noting with irritation that the android body seems identical to the old one, "you hear me in there?" Over Kill starts to awaken. "Finishing transfer. Operating at 100 percent capacity." he states in a mechanical tone. "Yes. I.. I seem to be functioning allright." He swerves his head. "Testing connections.." he moves to give a stiff salute. "A little stiff but.. allright." He immediately moves to his quadrapedial stance. Yep. That's Ovectorkill allright. Satisfied that Angela hasn't done anything overt to try to sabotage Over Kill's transfer, Bludd moves to pick up the AK-47 he tossed aside earlier. "Good," he says, tucking the empty pistol into his belt and keying into his radio a short series of squawks. He turns to regard Angela. "Thank you for your assistance, Angela," he says evenly. "However, I cannot overlook your insubordinate actions, such as commandeering BATs and bearing armament without authorization. I'm forced to place you under arrest." Angela's face darkens. "I am surprised you don't just have me destroyed here, Major." she says softly. "I do not hold the rank of a standard soldier." she looks to the door, as if ready to run. "What stops you from doing.. jsut that?" "If my information is correct," Bludd replies, glancing momentarily to Over Kill, "your synthoid form is deteriorating rather rapidly. That fact not only means you're more unstable and dangerous than usual, but that your fate, such as it is, is sealed. In a moment some friendly Vipers will arrive to escort you to the brig. Actions have consequences, Angela," he says quietly, resting the empty AK against his shoulder. "It's time you learned that." As much as he'd like to knock the traitorous former cyborg's teeth down her synthetic throat, it would reflect badly on him as a commander were he to make an unprovoked attack on her. (Give me a reason,) he thinks at her intensely, holding her in a calm gaze. Angela pauses. "Yes. Actions do have consequences." she says softly. "Then I suppose the only way out of this is death isn't it. From my point of view. I have nothing to lose by behaving or misbehaving do I.." she murmurs. "If I go to the brig. Woods will probably work on a way to stabilize my DNA so that my usefulness will not be wasted." she seems rather calm, and stable for the moment. "Why waste a good slave. On the other hand. If I reach out and strike a commanding officer like this.." she reaches out and swings for Major Bludd, her face emotionless. "Then he must defend himself." Over Kill offers "Is this the place to do this guys? Maybe should be taken to sekret place? Where people no is could stop it?" he pauses. He dont know why someone would want to die but hes all for it. Major Bludd grabs Angela's arm as she swings at him. "You're really desperate to end yourself, aren't you?" He stares into her eyes as a pair of Vipers dash into the room. "Change of plans, lads," he calls over his shoulder. "You want a fight?" he growls under his breath, but loud enough for Angela to hear, "Let's fight." To the Vipers behind him, he says, "Let's escort Miss Angela here to the Training Room, lads." The Vipers' mirror-helmeted heads turn toward each other briefly, then they approach Bludd and the synthoid woman. Angela looks back at Major Bludd, her face still expressionless. "Wouldn't you be?" she answers. "let's do it then. I do hope no one interrupts us." she says. "Thank you for helping me with this. I'll meet you.. downstairs." The pair of Vipers move to escort Angela downstairs. Once they're out of the narrow stairway, each of them takes hold of one of her arms and heads for the Med Center's exit. Bludd stoops to collect the discarded pistol clip from the floor. "Sure yer alright, there, Over Kill?" he asks as he heads for the door. Over Kill follows along quietly. He never lets anyone know what Angela whispered to him. "Uh. Yeah. Um. I'm coming." He follows along looking a bit unnerved.
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