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* Quelles normes pour les professionnels de l'information ? Article de JP Accart (site)
* Quelle évaluation pour les bibliothèques territoriales ? Denis Cordazzo, DLL. 2006.
- Evaluation cards give the player large amounts of expression at no cost, but may either move the Influence marker towards the opponent or give your opponent some expression too. Evaluation Statements are generally represented by the serious blonde man like in Academic Assessment. Other types of Statement include Assertion, Comment, Rebut, Repeal, and .
- Evaluation is
- So how do you give a good evaluation?
- "I fell in love the moment I saw her," Travis Clary said to me as I sat at my desk and listened to what he had to say. "I did not know her very well, and she and I had probably talked once, but I had always liked her from the beginning." Travis had come to me because he was dealing with emotional stress and blackouts. I'm an analyst, Travis' case was the first case I heard in a long time that actually piqued my interest. He spoke of how he was driven to this condition and how it the source of all of his pain came from one single woman and the scar she left on his soul for the rest of his life. Now as an analyst, I am allowed to judge my patients, but not allowed to verbally express my moral opinions based on what they say. However, in a case as extreme as Travis' he has asked me that I tell him everything I think. He sat on my couch, biting his thumbnail and shaking his leg up and down. His motor was running as I like to say. I refer to the shaking of one or more legs to be the result of excess energy put into a certain subject. Travis is putting too much of his energy into blaming his problems on this woman, when most likely, a majority of the problems originated from Travis himself. "I thought she did not care for me, until one day she expressed to me that she would like to know me more. We started talking, a week went by and our friendship had greatly increased. I learned that she and I had a lot in common." Travis doesn't seem to be suffering from as extreme of a case as he has told me. Based on what I know, it seems as if his heart had been broken, that's all. "Now please, I am about to go into a greatly detailed story, is that fine with you? It may take awhile." Travis looked at me and waited for a reply. I nodded my head, this would surely be interesting. "After we became decent friends, she began flirting with me at a mild level. I thought she may have just been kidding around at first because that's what women tend to do sometimes, you never know what is going on in their heads--unless you are a woman. Anyway, she and I began to bond closer and eventually I started flirting back with the same amount of extremity she had been giving me. "Then came Friday night. She and I had gone out with a couple of friends to a restaurant and had a small dinner party. That night, she took it to a whole new level and began to flirt with me more than ever. At the end of the dinner, she told me in private that she had feelings for me. I thought this had to be a dream, no one has ever been that blunt or forward to me about something so intimate before. "The next day was awful. She and I work in the same building--I forgot to mention that--and when I saw her that morning, she did not say 'Hi' or 'Hello' or even 'Hey'. She just walked by and acted like I was another drab coworker. I figured she may have not seen me, but then I was standing next to another good work friend of mine, Dave, and we were talking about politics or some controversial subject and she walked into the room. Then she briefly looked at me for not even a full second then looked at Dave and asked him some random question. "I was shocked. She did not even acknowledge my prescence, she did not nod, she did not even say a single word to me. Then she walked out of the room and she had still not said a single thing to me. I had no idea what was wrong so I asked her. Her responses were short, one word sentences, and I struggled to keep a fluent conversation. I eventually gave up and walked away. "The next week seemed a bit odd. I felt that we were more distant than before, but she talked to me everyday and still flirted with me, I just felt that something had changed. By Friday, though, I thought I had restored what we had last Friday and I planned on asking her to dinner the following Monday. "That night I felt the entire world close in on me. Dave called and asked what was going on between me and her. I confessed my feelings for her to him and told him what she had told me the week before. Dave suddenly changed moods and got very quiet. He told me that he was sorry, but he had seen her walk out with a man after work and they kissed and got in a car and drove off. "I didn't understand what happened. Everything had been going so well! Then out of nowhere she stops talking to me for one day and then this man appears and steals her feelings right out of my heart!" Travis had just told me a tragic love story that unfortunately happens to many men in the world, we all cope with it and it is nothing he should be at a professional's office for. I was about to speak when he continued. "Then I did it. It was not right, but I have no regrets. I do not feel any remorse for what I have done." Suddenly, this became a possible crime confession. "I began to stalk her and the man. I watched them laugh in each other's arms, I watched them kiss, I watched them talk. It made me sick. All I wanted to do was hurt someone, I almost hurt myself. I stood on the roof of my office building and contemplated whether or not I should jump. Then I realized that I was wrong...about everything. "I should not be mad at myself, but mad at her. She lied to me, she played me like a pair of dice and then threw me to the side, not caring what would happen to me after she was gone. I told her what I felt, she said she was sorry, but I don't think she meant it." Perhaps it was not crime, I know it was an attempted suicide. Travis could have been entering a serious state of clinical depression, and that is why he was here, but does he really know why? "I eventually followed her home in my car Wednesday night. I waited across the street in my car and the man eventually showed up. He got out of his car with a bouquet of flowers and went up to her front door. Once he was inside, I got out and snuck around the backside of the house. I broke in and found them in the living room watching television. I did not know what I was doing, but I had to act. It was too late. I grabbed a large knife from the kitchen and slowly walked into the living room, just past the line of sight for both of them." Travis was most likely confessing to murder. I was fully intrigued. Travis had my utmost attention. "I stabbed her first from behind. I didn't even say anything. I did not give her time to react to my attack, as I stabbed her in the neck, which almost instantly killed her. The man spun around with a look of fear on his face and I stabbed him with what I thought at the time to be lightening fast reflexes. The man did not go down after the first stab. He stood up and leaned back away from me, but I lunged forward and stabbed him in the jugular. He bled profusely and collapsed to the floor. "They were both dead. The blood was already soaking into the carpet as their corpses lied on the ground, the look of shock forever imprinted on their faces. I stepped on their bodies as I walked out the back door. I took the knife with me so when they were found, the authorities could not find the murder weapon. "This was two weeks ago. Do you remember reading any article in the New York Times about that couple found dead in a home, brutally murdered but with little evidence? Well that was me." Travis had just confessed to murder and this was his first visit to me. It was also his last. "It is strange how I feel no guilt. I only feel more anger caused by what she did to me. I wish I could stab her again if she were still alive. Are you listening?" I set my pen down, as I had just finished taking my notes. I looked up and him and locked my fingers together. "Yes, Travis, I am," I told him. "What is your diagnosis?" Travis asked me. I looked down at my notes and told Travis a brief summary of what I had concluded. "Well, Travis, it appears as if you had your heart broken by a woman. This happens to many men, but you were too weak and did not have the self-esteem to deal with such a painful thing so you attempted suicide. Then you decided to direct your anger towards the woman and the man, in this case, you took this anger and expressed it through the sin of murder. You do not feel remorse for the grave sin you have committed, and for that, you are being condemned. Thank you for letting me analyze your case for approval, Travis, it has been a pleasure. Welcome to Hell."
- Psykeout sits in the corner of the Repair Campus, hovering over a desk and working on a report. For what? Who knows. His back is towards the far wall, in case anybody tries to sneak up on him. Gumbies scramble around the bay, working fervently to figure out how to keep the infection from advancing any further. Psykeout is obviously imbedded in his work and one would have to be rather dedicated to break him out of the haze. Shred walks into the repair campus, somewhat hesitantly making her way over towards where Psykeout is, really not wanting to talk to him much at all, but knowing she has no choice in the matter. Orders are Orders, particularly when they come from Megatron. "Psykeout. I'm here for my Evaluation.2 Psykeout's optics flicker slightly at being interrupted, but he makes no acknowledgement of Shred's arrival. That is, unless, you count the momentary motion of his hand towards the seat on the other side of the desk. He says nothing and other then the lighting quick movement, it would seem that he didn't even move. Obviously, whatever he is working on is more important than working with Shred. Shred. How that name raises disgust in him. Shred. The one who has fought him tooth and nail at every moment. Shred. The one who holds the position he feels he is destined for. Shred. Only a momentary hiccup in Psykeout's quest. The psychological evaluation, should be interesting, to say the least. Shred frowns, moving to take her place, she was not looking forward to this at all. Her memory being at best fragmented, much of her knowledge of him comes from what she has managed to glean from Security logs and the official files on the mech. What she does know though is that this is going to be at best an unpleasant experience, and it may result in her losing her position. A position she obviously fought long and hard to acquire. Psykeout finishes writing with a flourish, closing the file and placing it into the drawer, just as Shred sits down across from him. He, unlike Shred, actually is looking forward to this. But, he knows that it has to be done just right. He can't go directly for the figurative jugular, he has to be patient. Has to take his time. Has to make sure to get the information out of her in a way that Megatron would look well upon. Too many cameras and other mechs in the bay to try and attempt any form of torture. No, this would have to be a verbal probing...unless he can justify exploring the neural circuitry. Of course, given his history, that wouldn't be too much trouble. After closing the drawer with the file, he looks to Shred and brings his hands together on top of the desk, lacing his fingers together, "Well, well, well. How appropriate we are brought together. It seems that you have had some trouble with your neural circuitry as of late, Shred. Am I correct about this?" Shred frowns, "you know very well that that is the case. Much of my memory circuitry was purged because of the infection." she doesn't much like the idea of where this is going already. "Lord Megatron himself has taken a look at the damage. " Psykeout nods slowly, almost sage-like. He looks down at his hands, studying them as though they hold the answers to all of life's questions. He stays silent for a few moments, then looks up at Shred, "So, you can't remember anything? And Lord Megatron has looked at the damage, but does he truly understand the extent of it? Does he understand that there is the possibility that you forget your allegiance, in the middle of battle, putting the rest of the Empire in danger?" He pauses again, then looks down at his hands for a moment before looking back up to Shred, "Wait a moment. Has anybody even looked at the extent of the damage? Tests to find out how much of you is...forgotten?" Slipstream walks into repair bay, wanting to talk to Shred since she figured the femme would be on duty by now. Her optics spotting the form of Psykeout first, then Shred right after. o(Oh this cannot be good.)o she muses to herself. Stopping where she is and taking on an observer's role, ready to step in only if she were needed to do so. A friend does that, after all. Shred frowns, "I already said. Megatron himself looked at the extent of the Damage. And I have been working to relearn who my fellow Decepticons are. I forgot everything yes, but I am not constantly forgetting new things, Psykeout." she is starting to sound frazzled already, the very insinuation that she could forget the side she is fighting on in the middle of a battle getting to her. Psykeout pulls some notes out of a drawer and places them in front of him. After running his fingers over the notes, he looks up to Shred and a whisper of a smile teases on his lips, "It says here that you attacked your fellow Decepticons. Are you telling me that you are going to make sure that doesn't happen again? How can you be so sure? How can you be positive that the same thing won't happen again?" He waves his hand, "As for Megatron's investigation into the extent of the damage, I understand that he is our Commander and I would not doubt him for a moment. However, there is the possibility that he overlooked something that a trained medical professional wouldn't miss." His smile grows slightly, "But, I would like to know how you can sit there and honestly tell me that after learning who your fellow Decepticons are, that you won't attack them again," He points to the file on the desk again, "You've done it before, Shred. How can I be sure that you aren't going to do it again?" Slipstream frowns a bit at his line of questioning, her arms crossing over her canopy, wings shifting back slightly from her torso. She stays perfectly still and quiet, watching and listening. Surprised just slightly neither Psykeout nor Shred had even noticed her entry, not like her black armor was laced with stealth tech. Shred 's optics brighten for a moment, and she shakes her head, "I reacted on instinct to a perceived threat. I can honestly say that is not likely to happen again as the situation that led to it has been rectified. I know I am a Decepticon." Shred likely wishes she HAD noticed Slipstream's entry, it would have reassured her somewhat, as it is though, she is concentrating on psykeout. Psykeout leans back in the chair in mock surprise, "You actually believe that a Decepticon would hurt one of their own? You honestly and truly believe that? I understand that Lord Megatron has his own way of dealing with things, but that does NOT go for the rest of us. What's to say that your 'instinct' won't kick in at another time? Perhaps when you're repairing a fellow Decepticon, when they are at your very mercy? What's to say that something won't click inside of you? What's to say that you won't 'snap' and nobody is here to stop you. The very chance that a Decepticon could die by your hand is a huge chance." During his speech, a gumby comes up and whispers something into Psykeout's ear. His optics flicker momentarily, but remain locked on Shred. He is now aware of Slipstream's presence, but is going to do everything in his power to make sure that Shred doesn't know. He knows they're close. He knows that this could get ugly. But, with Slipstream being here, an 'investigation' into the extent of the damage is almost impossible. Shred narrows her optics, "You can't pull that slag with me, psykeout. Lord Megatron informed me of what you tried to do to myself and Slipstream following the purging of our infections, while our systems were still linked. My actions were instinctive, yours were malicious. But, so long as there are other Decepticons present, I am willing to undergo a complete physical examination of my systems." Slipstream maintains that frown, her posture shifting subtly as Pyskeout asks those questions. The same thoughts had filtered through her own neural nets not so long ago and having a talk with Shred had soothed some of her concerns, not quite all of them, but enough of them she feels comfortable again around the fellow seeker. A little smiled creeping upon her lips as Shred points out the occurrence that could have cost not only just her life. o(Good girl)o Psykeout arches an optic ridge, "Well, isn't that just handy for you." He leans forward in the chair and closes the file on the desk, "I'm sure you were mis-informed. I have no doubt that Slipstream has also experienced the same damage to her neural circuitry, for I have heard rumors that she believes the same thing. As far as Lord Megatron, I will make sure to let him know that there was mis-information and mis-belief about what I was doing. I care about the Decepticon Empire, because..." He drifts off and looks out the window, "Because I can't get out there and fight, Shred. I am not equipped to fight the battles that you fight every day. I am not equipped to battle the same battles that the rest of you do. So, what would I gain from taking you out? What would I gain from any malicious action towards my fellow Decepticon?" He taps the file on the desk, "I think I have quite enough information, Shred. I shall make up my report to Megatron shortly. I will make sure that you receive a copy as well." Shred frowns, "What would you have to gain? Psykeout, despite the damage to my memory systems, my processors are still functioning exceptionally well. I have not merely got lord Megatron’s word for what happened. I have SEEN the security logs. And what you would have to gain is my position as chief medical officer. You say that you are not equipped for combat, I don't remember where the slag I got the equipment in my frame. It's NOT a standard chassis. " Slipstream glares at Psykeout, how dare he question her own remembrance of that day. Her wings are practically quivering with anger. Her optics are blazing an intense magenta. Her hands are flexing into tight fists as she keeps her arms crossed over her canopy. Psykeout has a smile tease across his lips again momentarily, before it fades as quickly as it arrived, "Security logs are easy to change, Shred. Anybody with any knowledge of editing tapes can change them as necessary. Soundwave is notorious for being able to do something like that. So, how can you be positive, unless you were there? Someone obviously has it out for me and is trying to destroy me, Shred. But, that's another topic for another time." a pause, "I shall have my minions look into who may have tampered with the tapes. As I said, there is someone looking to smear my good name and to be completely honest, I think that's absolute slag. It needs to stop immediately." He motions for a gumby to come over and whispers in the aural circuitry, the mech nods and runs out of the room. Looking back to Shred, he smiles slightly, "Investigation is underway. If you like, I can include the results in my report for you." Shred frowns, "Psykeout. I'm going to be blunt with you. I trust Soundwave significantly more than I trust you. " now she looks like she is about to leap across the desk and start to beat the slag out of the psychologist, but she is trying to hold herself back. "One other thing, Psykeout. If you want my position. Fight me for it. In the arena. if you dare. Show your honor." Slipstream growls softly, "You are such a liar Psykeout." she accuses, arms uncrossing but the tight fists remain. "I was there.. I know what I saw. You intended to do bodily harm to myself and Shred both because you lust for the power she holds over this med bay." The tall, silvery form of Megatron enters the repair bay, seeing if Shred is here after her recharge. He notices Shred, Psykeout, and Slipstream there, and approaches. Psykeout leans back in the chair, "You know damn well that my fighting skills are inferior. Slag, Rumble and Frenzy could take me out if they so decided to. One of them could overpower me. Fighting me will solve nothing, Shred. You know that as well as I do. All you are going to accomplish is figuring out that you were able to beat up someone that is significantly weaker then you. Where is the honor in that? Where is the pride?" He waves his hand, "No matter. I believe that you are unfit for duty. I will let Megatron make the final call about that, however." Just as he is about to stand, he hears Slipstream's screeching coming from the corner, without even listening to what she has to say, he attempts to talk over her, "Boy, those cyber-rats have been rather annoying latel--Oh, it's you, Slipstream. How nice of you to stand in the corner and watch like a young mech that is still a little too scared to come into battle. I believe that you, much like Shred, have experienced more damage than we had originally thought. I believe that you have had your memory circuits messed with and you should go through some evaluation to see how extensive the damage is. I understand that you probably don't have the most...trust...in me, so I am willing to let someone else take care of it. However, Shred is the one that worries me more. Both of you, actually. There is someone that is obviously trying to--" Psykeout catches Megatron's frame coming through the door and he sits up a little straighter before continuing, "Ahem. Someone is trying to sully my good name and I have already begun to look at who the possible culprits are. But, as I told Shred, that is something that we will look into at a future time." He stands up and does his best to look Megatron directly in the optics, "Lord Megatron. Impeccable timing, m'lord. I have just finished up with the testing. In a nutshell, I believe that both Slipstream and Shred have had their memory circuits damaged and they both need to have it looked at. That being said, I believe that Shred has a lot of things that she needs to work out. The fact that she attacked a fellow Decepticon is something that is cause for concern. It bothers me more than a little...for the same thing could happen when she's repairing one of us. Not to mention, she has also tried to physically provoke me, being fully aware that I am not equipped for fighting and she obviously is. It is unfair and would not result in anything positive." If one were to look closely at Psykeout's face, the corner of his lip would be turned up just a smidge. Goa gets an inkling that there's something up in med bay. It's just a gut feeling, really -- Truth be told, he was learning to interpret movement vectors in the wind shafts, and as he moved from task to task inside the fortress, Megatron's was unmistakable. He didn't want to investigate. But he'd put his aft on the line for Shred once already, and he had plenty of reason to believe this might involve her. So it involved him, too. And so, of course, Goa had to show up on the Emperor's heels again, in front of the /other/ medic, who he didn't doubt would interpret a pattern. He crosses his arms, stepping into form next to Megatron, trying to present the image of a soldier. Shred -- and Megatron, to be certain -- didn't need to suspect what happened last time this pattern presented itself, after all. Slipstream is fuming, utterly and unabashedly fuming. If not for Megatron walking in just then... she gives herself a moment to reign herself in and stands at attention as the Emperor speaks to Psykeout. Her body is still, not a sight of tremble now. But oh her mind is just roiling in utter contempt. How /dare/ he question her mind. How dare he question the security tapes. She takes a step to position herself nearby Goa, recognizing that he too is having that moment of mental struggle. Shred frowns darkly, looking to Psykeout, then to Megatron, "Well then. If that's your professional opinion Psykeout. As I said, I am willing to undergo thorough repairs. Just not by you on your own. " Maybe her paranoia is showing through, but then, am I paranoid if they really are out to get me? "As to Your belief that Slipstream's circuits are damaged, I can assure you that they are not. The damage to my own was self inflicted. If you read the medical reports, you would have known that, Psykeout. I wiped my OWN memory core to prevent the thing inside of me using confidential files." Shred words are spoken coldly, not being colored by any emotion, she is simply stating fact Megatron crosses his arms across his metallic chest plate as he hears the news. Megatron's brow furrows as he processes the information. "I am aware of Shred's problems with her memory systems. This is something in which both Shred must overcome and recover." Megatron takes a quick glance to Shred, knowingly. "However, attacking other Decepticons is not something that will be overlooked." Megatron continues on, "And I remember hearing NO report that Slipstream's systems were damaged as well." Megatron asks, with a hint of irritation in his voice. Megatron turns his optics towards Slipstream. "What do you have to say about these accusations?" Megatron wants to hear both sides of the story. Shred frowns, "The reason there was no damage to Slipstreams cerebral circuitry reported sir is that there has been no evidence of such. While we are here in the Med bay now though I am sure we can confirm the lack of any damage however with a simple cerebral scan. " Psykeout looks to Goa momentarily, before looking back to Shred, "I believe you do need to undergo repairs and I understand that your paranoia, which is apparently coming through more and more with each passing nanoclick, keeps you from trusting one of your own. But, if that is what Lord Megatron believes is right, then so be it. I will not argue with him. I believe that Slipstream's circuits are damaged, from the way that she is acting. An unnatural fear and hatred of me. But, that's another topic for another time. As for wiping your own memory core, that's a decision that you made on your own. I am not going to make any assumptions about that, all I was doing was what I was ordered to do." a pause, "I think that Slipstream may have been infected, Lord Megatron. She is insinuating that I had malicious intent towards the two of them and nothing could be further from the truth. As I have tried to say time and time again, someone is trying to sully my good name. I'm thinking that they have also attacked Slipstream while she was recharging and messed around with her memory circuitry. I think that there should be someone that goes through and makes sure that everything is okay, however there is no possibility that we could make sure about which items were erased or not." Slipstream is glad that Shred is defending herself as well as her, after all Shred has seen her scans before and after the things that entered their bodies tried to take them both over. She looks back to Megatron at his question, her form at perfect attention with chin lifted just high enough to indicate a sense of pride, sense of self. "My Lord, it is obvious to me that he is attempting to undermine not only Shred with his accusations, but me as well. He questions my recollections of that day when I awoke to see he had a laser scalpel in his hand and was about to cut the line that connected my energon feed to Shred, which was keeping her alive. I am sure you saw the security video by now my Lord, in fact may have been watching it when it occurred." she inclines her head to Shred, "I would be willing to undergo a scan in your presence if that would help show that I am of sound mind and body." She openly sneers at Psykeout now, "I hate you because of what you attempted to do to both Shred and I, you wanted her dead and I am just a low ranker with no standing." Goa shifts his weight to one leg, raising one optic ridge just a few microns. He's still getting a bead on just what's going on here. Psykeout's words didn't surprise him, so that bead was had. And apparently, Slipstream was going to bring that incident up for him. If Megatron had already seen the vids of what the grounder had did, then he'd apparently paid it no mind. If he hadn't, he considers, coming up here was a very, very bad decision. With that in mind ... He glances over at Slipstream quizzically, then back ahead. Psykeout hangs his head slightly, "As I said, I believe that those security logs have been tampered with, much like your neural circuitry, Slipstream. Trying to figure out who the culprit isn't going to be easy. If they have any idea about what they're doing, they'll make sure to cover their tracks. I mean, I know that /I/ would." Megatron nods in response to his head medic, Shred. "Make the scans happen. I want a full report as to any infection or problems with her memory. As for YOU, Psykeout.." Megatron's optics narrow as he turns his gaze upon Psykeout and slams a metal palm into his desk. The resulting clang echoing throughout the repair bay. "Last I remember was you saying you were going to cut out their cores!" Megatron roars. "I should not have to go to the security logs for something this simple!" Slipstream just glares at Psykeout, "I tire of your false accusations." then Megatron slams that fist into the mechs' desk. Oh good, finally he's going to get chewed out.. no wait didn't he already get a chewing out.. maybe Megatron decided to get meaner about it this time around. Psykeout stands up straight, but says nothing. Not a movement. His optics don't even flicker a minute amount. Completely still...like he's waiting for that cannon blast. Shred nods, and she looks to Slipstream, "Slip, you want to get this done right now, so we can show beyond a doubt about your cerebral circuitry? As to my own.. Goa, watch what I do when running the scans on slipstream, and remember it. You are going to be repeating it to run the scans on me. With the results recorded, I can examine them myself. " She's now just trying to be practical, and she REALLY doesn't trust Psykeout. But do Slip and goa trust her following the last time they were actually in the med bay with her? Megatron growls, coming in close. He comes in so close you can notice the movement of the little gears of his face moving his mouth as he speaks. "I should not have to pick through lies, Psykeout. I will be conducting a full review of the tapes in question, and should I find you have lied to me I assure you it will not be pleasant." Megatron waits impatiently, as if waiting for Psykeout's response. Goa gets a little spooked and slowly wheels backwards. Well ... at least his interests were safe. But the way Psykeout is reacting doesn't help his impression of the Emperor -- he's devoted megacycles to psychological understanding, hasn't he? Psyke'd know, much as it irritates him to think. The cone of his helmet turns aside just as slowly when Shred addresses him, optics tracking Psykeout, then Megatron, then the minijet. "... certainly, Shred." He has no reason not to trust a request of that nature. Not with so many guns around, anyway. After another glance at the standoff, he moves off to do what is necessary. Psykeout stands on the tips of his feet, trying to look Megatron directly in the optics, "Lord Megatron. As I said, if someone edited those tapes and they knew what they were doing, there would be no evidence. Even someone like Soundwave would have a difficult time actually verifying their integrity." He motions to Goa, "You're asking a mech to perform scans that has attacked me in the past, without justification. You're letting someone, who is obviously friendly with these two, to continue to destroy and sully my good name. Lord Megatron, I believe that these three have it out for me and I would like to politely request that a third party that isn't involved with this situation scan them." Slipstream nods to Shred, "I'm ready for a scan to be sure, even if it has to be a third party that has no associations to this med bay or the Decepticons period." Psykeout snaps his head over to Slipstream, "You would have no problem letting someone that's not a Decepticon into our own med bay? You honestly believe that the security violation would be worth it? You'd allow a spy into our own ranks? Slipstream...SLIPSTREAM...what are you thinking?" He looks back to Megatron, "Lord Megatron, please reconsider. She is obviously not functioning at full capacity." Starscream wanders into the medical bay, hearing voices coming from there. He stares mutely at the scene, waiting for someone to fill him in. Slipstream shakes her head, "I didn't say IN med bay did I?" Megatron has ways of knowing if a tape has been altered. He just doesn't say which. Megatron is confident in his reviewing procedure. Without bringing it up again, Megatron sees the logic behind having a third party scan the two." Megatron bellows, "Starscream! Go with Shred and conduct the scans." "As you command, mighty Megatron," Starscream says. He walks over to the scanning equipment and starts to help operate it. Goa quickly bows and wheels backwards into the background, keeping a close eye on Starscream ... well, he's a third party, alright. But Slipstream certainly seemed to be doing a good job of stumbling, to his eye.
- Episode 3 of Anarchy! Please read and comment your thoughts down below. The day was gloomy. Dark, forbidding clouds loomed over the sun, casting the desert into a pale grey light. The weather perfectly reflected how Sandpaw was feeling. Grief still swarmed her emotions. She hadn't left camp in days. Snake had let her rest for a few days. Glade hadn’t returned to camp since he told Sandpaw about the rebels. Oh holy cat, what if he was killed by the rebels? She tried to dismiss the idea but she just couldn’t. He will return, he has to. Sandpaw thought to herself. A small fly swarmed over her head, distracting her from these morbid thoughts. She stated it down with one fast swoop of her small, thin paw. Like a ninja cat. Sandpaw thought silently and smirked at her talent. Suddenly, a black shadow stood at the entrance of her den. She recognized the silhouette of Snake and let to her paws. She figured her break from training was over. “Sandpaw,” she was right, “we have some um- special cats here to see you.” Snake gruffly meowed, detest showing in his meow. “Who?” Sandpaw asked, curiously. She rarely had visitors, besides Fawnpaw who hadn’t come to the hunters since her sister’s death. Too many memories of her, Sandpaw had guessed. And Snake wouldn’t have said “visitors” with so much distaste. Snake seemed to like Fawnpaw. “Just come.” Snake ordered. Sandpaw briskly padded up the incline towards the vine-blocked entrance of her and Glade’s den. She emerged and blinked trying to get her eyes to adjust to the grey light. Even though it wasn’t very bright, it was much lighter than in her dark den. When her eyes finally adjusted, she saw three massive, black figures standing in front of her. The air around them seemed to be filled with self centered pride these cats had for themselves. She immediately disliked these strangers. Snake stared at these cats, hate fizzing around him. Snake wasn’t the most loving cat, but Sandpaw had never seem him like this before. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. “Sandpaw?” The center cat said in a deep voice, filled with authority. “Yes? How many I help you gentle cats on this fine day?” Sandpaw practically spat “gentle cats” because these cats seemed like anything but. Snake chuckled at her comment but quickly regained himself and gave her a sharp cuffing on her ear. The cats surrounding the cat who was clearly the leader all gave him sharp glares at laughing at the insult. The largest cat seemed unfazed by the puny cat’s sharp words. “I am Shadowclaw, leader of the Shadowclan elite hunters.” He meowed, a little bit too much pride in his voice. He did seem to put a little but to much emphasis on the word “elite”. Suddenly it all made sense to Sandpaw. Snake hated these cats because when he was about her age, he was chosen to train to become an elite hunter. It was all every cat in the hunters sector ever wanted. But Snake had failed and was cast back to the sector and never received his full warrior name so he has become Sand. Just Sand, never to be a full warrior. He had hated ShadowClan ever since. “My, what an original name you have!” Sandpaw congratulations. This time Snake was unable to contain himself and burst out laughing. Her tried to get ahold of himself but he couldn’t seem to. Sandpaw couldn’t resist smirking a little at her quick whit. This time, even Shadowclaw seemed a little taken back by the apprentices sharp tung. “Maybe you will speak to your elders with more respect apprentice.” Shadowclaw ordered. “Maybe, you should move your elder booty back to the elders den.” Sandpaw meowed, her gaze locked on his. Before Sandpaw knew what was happening, her head was thrown to the left and searing pain flashed across her cheek. She regained her balance and stood to see who had swiped her. Gasped echoes across camp. “That should teach you.” Shadowclaw meowed, his claws glistening with her blood. These cats are fast, she thought. Shadowclaw had swiped her with such force and regained the same position in a matter of seconds. sandpaw spat at the cats feet. “Well you came here for some reason. You disturb my peace and swipe me across my face so this better be good.” Sandpaw snarled. “Oh trust me, this will be.” Shadowclaw meowed. “Sandpaw, you have been chosen as an evaluated.” Once again gasps sounded across camp. Sandpaw stood there, confused. What in cat’s name is an evaluated? “Now, you might be wondering what and evaluated is.” Dark claw meowed. “Its like you read my mind,” Sandpaw remarked, bored with this whole conversation. “Well every 100 moons, as you know, ShadowClan holds a remarkable event.” “The Shadow Festival!” Sandpaw breathed. Every cat in all of the enslaved knew of the Shadow Festival, it was hosted every 100 moons. The Shadow Festival was a grand even where all cats gathered in the ShadowClan camp for one moon and it was a grand celebration. There were challenges for every cat to participate in and food to full bellies for moons and moons to come. It was the Monarch’s way of rewarding the enslaved. With the Shadow Festival Sandpaw knew, came the Deserted Games. The most grand even at the end of the Shadow Festival where one young apprentice form each sector was stranded in the desert and the first cat to make it back, won ultimate glory. “Well as you know, we need an apprentice form each sector to come and compete in the Deserted Games. We are not guaranteeing you a spot, we just need to assess your abilities and if you pass, you will begin training with a past Hunting Victor.” Shadowclaw explained. This had been all Sandpaw ever had wanted, a chance to prove herself and earn her warrior name. “Over the next few days, my colleagues and I will be assessing you hunting skills to see if you are eligible to compete.” Sandpaw’s heart raced. This was her chance! “I accept you offer.” Sandpit meowed, trying to sound dignified and like she really didn’t care about this. “We did not ask for your permission, this is something that is required of you.” Shadowclaw replied calmly. Sandpaw snorted and padded around the group of ShadowClan hunters. I will show them that I am not a cat to be pushed around. Sandpaw nodded resolutely to herself. Late dawn light began to shaft through the scrubby trees that surrounded the base. In the distance, Sandpaw could hear the soft sound of desert bird song. The ShadowClan cats filed to the fresh kill pile, taking their share of the biggest prey. They have settled in well. Sandpaw snarled to herself. All other hunters seemed to be thinking the same thing as they glared at the newcomers who were chowing down on their hard caught prey. “Sandpaw!” Someone behind called her. It was Lilac, a senior hunter. “I heard about the great news, congratulations!” “Thanks Lilac, but its not that big of a deal.” Sandpaw said, trying to sound conceived. “Are you kidding me, its a huge deal! Your going to be a victor!” “Woah, woah, woah there Lilac. First I have to be accepted into training. Then I have to pass the trainers test. Oh and there was one more thing, what was is? Oh yeah, I have to actually win the games.” Sandpaw snorted and walked away. Of course this would be a big deal to Lilac. Ever since she was almost chosen to compete, she thinks that everybody chosen automatically wins. And since when does Lilac even talk to me? Sandpaw sometimes hated when cats tried to get close to her because of something she did. She only needed one friend, and that was Fawnpaw. She heard Lilac calling her but Sandpaw didn’t bother turning around. Instead, Sandpaw headed towards her den to tell Glade the good news. She sprinted across the dusty clearing and zipped down the entrance of the burrow. The musty scent of home filled her nostrils as she shot in. “Glade, I have some great news!” No one answered her call, “Glade?” She called once again. But silence greeted her. Oh right, she thought, he abandoned me. Resent bubbled up inside of her. Was I not enough for you once more Glade? Sandpaw sourly thought. “Sandpaw?’ Snakes voice sounded from the entrance to the burrow. “He abandoned me.” Sandpaw spat. “I bet he is thing about you right now, wherever he is.” Snake tried to sooth her by coming to law down with eh in the center of the den. “And when he comes back-“ “If he ever does,” Sandpaw interrupted. “when he comes back,” Snake meowed, “he will be very proud of you. Just like I am.” “Thanks Snake, you always know what to say.” Sandpaw whispered. Snake licked her ear and pushed himself back to his paws. “I will see you tomorrow kid.” Snake promised. “Yeah, see you.” Sandpaw followed him out to get some prey. The day had gone by so fast and the first signs of night began to show. The sun was beginning to waver under the dunes in the distance. Sandpit yawned and stretched her front paws out, bringing her chest to the ground. She stood tall and shook her fur out. She smacked her lips and licked teeth. Padding over to the fresh kill pile, she noticed a group of other apprentices staring at her with hatred in their eyes. She stuck her chin out and lifted her tail high into the air as she grabbed a sand mouse. She brought the small creature back to her den and dropped it at the entrance. Before she walked in she shouted across the clearing at the group of apprentices, “its not my fault I'm better than you.” She could hear them hissing at her and she dove down into her burrow. Maybe this is why I don’t have any friends. She thought. Sandpaw didn’t care though, she only needed Fawnpaw. Not that group of stupid cliquey apprentices. She sat down to enjoy her nightly meal in peace. Before she knew it, her belly was full and she didn’t even bother to take the scraps out before she curled up and fell asleep right in the middle of the den. Tomorrow is a big day for me. She thought as her mind was whisked away into the land of dreams. —————————————————————————————————————————— She woke up to many voices swarming like flies around her den. A sharp claw prodded her in the side as she shook herself into full awareness. There, standing in front of her was Shadowclaw. “Time for evaluation apprentice.” He meowed. “This early? Its not even moonrise yet.” Sandpaw complained. “The best hunters don’t need light, just their noses. Its only for today then we will be out of your fur forever.” Shadowclaw promised. “Wait a minuet, what if I make it?” Shadowclaw snorted at her comment. “That’s unlikely.” He said. Sandpaw snorted and followed him outside the den. “Where are you little goons?” Sandpaw asked. “They are assessing other potential apprentices for the choosing.” “Oh..” Sandpaw whispered. She forgot there were going to be other apprentices in her base being assessed along with her. As she stepped out of her warm den, frigid night air blasted her face forcing her to close her eyes. She opened them and blinked back tears that were welling in the corner of her eyes. “Your first task will to be to catch five species of small prey in the dunes before sunrise. Fail to do this and you will not continue with the evaluation process.” Sandpaw’s heart skipped a beat. Five pieces? In the dark of night? Before sunrise? How is that even possible! Sandpaw took a deep breath and tried to think of the best places to hunt. “Return here with all five pieces at sunrise. This can be any prey, just five pieces.” Shadowclaw sent her off and Sandpaw sprinted towards the dunes. Her leg muscles began to heat up and sent warmth across her body. Sand flew behind her as she dug deep into the sand with her powerful, thin hind legs. She felt the crisp air whipping around her face. The force forced her to flatten her ears to her head, oblivious to all noise around her. She slowly came to a halt many fox lengths from the dunes. Sandpit began to smell the air. She picked up a few different scents of desert mice or sad vole but nothing fresh. She wandered around for a while following anything that might lead her to some prey but all just dead ended. Sandpit was beginning to become hopeless when she picked up a stronger scent of desert mouse. She eagerly began to follow the trail. It led her in strange directions she had never seen before and without the light of day, it was virtually impossible to see where she was going. She heard a fain scuttling of small mouse feet a fox length ahead of her. She stopped suddenly to make sure she was down wind of the creature. When she was sure she was, Sandpaw began to hunt it. At first she quietly begun to creep up on it. She leapt far and landed squarely on the tiny creature. She swiftly broke it neck and brought it back to where she started the hunt. Sandpaw dug a small hole and plopped it in. She scattered the small creature with sand and began to hunt in the opposite direction. It was very difficult to find the required amount of prey in the dark. Most scent trails just ended up leading her on false trails then her trying to find another fresh trail. Sunrise was almost upon her and she needed two more pieces of prey. The night had seemed to only last for a few moment. But Sandpaw was determined to finish the challenge to that arrogant fur ball of a cat. Sandpaw managed to find a small jack rabbit roaming alone in the dunes but the sun was beginning to show its first rays of light. Sandpaw begun to panic as scampered madly about, trying to find anything. But it was too late. The sun was rising fast and she needed to head back to base before it was too late. She hung her head low and collecting her four pieces of prey and begun the journey back. Nothing happened on the way back but Sandpaw pricked her ears to catch any noise of prey hiding in the sand. The base began to form out of the sand as Sandpaw neared. It seemed to grow out of the desert ground and in the heat, it shimmered like it was only a marriage. Just before she turned onto the final path back, she heard a faint scampering from a small bush nearby. She quickly dropped her prey and sprinted towards the sound. Yes! there it was! A small desert vole nibbling on a seed. Sandpaw stalked it carefully. She was just about to leap when suddenly the vole perked its hears up. Only then did Sandpaw realize she was downwind. She cursed her carelessness but it was too late, the vole had already scented her. She leapt quickly after it as is scampered away. Her claws missed its tail by a gran of sand. She quickly recovered herself and sprang agin, trying to land on top of it. Sandpaw landed with a loud thump. She cracked her paws oped a little to see if she had caught it. There was nothing there. She hung her head low and slowly sat up. Suddenly, a small mass began to wiggle in the sand. Sandpaw had caught it after all! She quickly snapped its neck and pinned it down. She felt the life leave it’s small body. She gave her thanks to the cats of fait for supplying her with the creature. She picked it up and returned to where she had left her other prey. When she neared the spot, she saw a few other apprentices who were being assessed sorting though her prey. “Hey!” Sandpaw yowled as she flung herself at the smallest cat. That cat let out a startled yowl as Sandpaw pinned her down, claws fully extended. “Drop. My. Prey.” She growled, digging her sharp claws deep into the young cat’s shoulder muscle. “Let me go and I will.” The cat, who Sandpaw recognized as Sunpaw, replied. But Sandpaw was in no mood to play any games. She dug her claws deeper and deeper, making soft streams of blood flow out and onto the sand. Sunpaw yowled in dismay and tried to wiggle free. But any attempt just caused her more pain. “Let my sister go!” an older apprentice known as Duskpaw said. “Make me,” Sandpaw yowled. Duskpaw looked like he was about to leap on Sandpaw but other cats swarmed out of camp to see what the commotion was all about. “What is the meaning of all of this?” Shadowclaw asked. “Sandpaw why do you have that young cat pinned under you?” Shadowclaw asked. “Because,” Sandpaw growled through gritted teeth, “this pile of scum was trying to steal my hard earned prey.” “Sunpaw!” One of Shadowclaw’s goonies cried. “You were supposed to find your own prey. Not steal other cats!” The ShadowClan cat scolded. Sandpaw hated how easy going this cat was. This cat was a thief and deserved to be punished. Sandpaw deserved to be a chosen and dug her claws deeper into the cats shoulders. Sunpaw yowled in pain and begun to flail madly trying to shake Sandpaw off. Sandpaw thought she had given this apprentice a good enough lesson for today. She leaned down and whispered, “don’t ever take my stuff again.” Sandpaw pushed Sunpaw away and spat as she regained her feet. Dusk paw glared at Sandpaw as he licked his sister’s wounds clean. Sandpaw met his gaze unwavering. “Sandpaw, why did you attack that young cat?” Shadowclaw asked, but his eyes showed no concern towards the young apprentice. “She took prey that rightfully belonged to me. I worked hard to get it and this ignorant cat, took it from me.” Sandpaw explained, shooting glares at Sunpaw as she did. “I respect you believing in what is yours. It is a very good quality in a cat.” Shadowclaw praised. “She deserves to be punished!” Dusk paw screeched. “She hurt my sister for no good reason.” “No she will not be punished. In fact she showed great promise today.” Shadowclaw meowed calmly. “What! She attacked a cat!” Duskpaw exclaimed. “Because your sister took something Sandpaw worked hard to get. And because of this behavior, your sister has gotten herself eliminated from being an evaluated. Now come on Sandpaw, we have many things to do.” Shadowclaw summoned her with his tail. Sandpaw hated to be guided but followed because Shadowclaw seemed to be in control of the situation. “What!” Dusk paw exclaimed. Sunpaw hung her head low in shame. Sandpaw looked over her shoulder to see Duskpaw glaring at her. She swished her tail and padded back to camp. “Congratulations Sandpaw. You have made it to the next task.” Shadowclaw explained her next task. everything else that day went by in a blur. Task after task seemed to fly by. Sandpaw did all with little struggle but many small, errors that resulted in Sandpaw leaving embarrassed or her muzzle in the dust. Tasks included: catch one piece of prey in a tree, catch one in a burrow, and many other crazy things that Sandpaw didn’t understand the point of. There was also many tactical things such as crouching, crawling, position, leap, and many others. Sandpaw was exhausted by the end of the day. The drills seemed to go on forever even though the day flew by. Soft rays of swn light began to peek across the dunes as Sandpaw was running more drills. She was practicing her leap and Shadowclaw as deeply watching her. “Good job today Sandpaw.” Shadowclaw complemented. “Thanks!” Sandpaw panted. She had worked very hard to earn Shadowclaw’s approval. Even though she didn’t like this cat, she wanted him to approve of her and prove herself to be an elite. She really wanted this. “Its time to head back. We will make the final announcement at moon high.” Sandpaw padded fairly back to camp. The desert heat began to subside and the coolness of night began. Once they were back in camp, Sandpaw grabbed some prey and plopped down, dust rising around her. Moon high was coming and Sandpaw could hardly wait to see who the chosen were. All of the enslaved would gather at the great tree to hear the choices. Sandpaw eagerly dug into the mouse she got and licked her jaws. The warm taste filled her mouth and begun to water. She eagerly devoured the small prey to somewhat fill her belly. The base begun to gather under the meeting willow, the only large tree left in base. Sandpaw heaved herself up, muscles aching from the long day of evaluations. Together, the cats ran together towards the great tree. Sandpaw felt pride in running with her sector. And she felt great that she had had the privilege to be among the evaluated. She knew whatever happened, she would always have this memory with her. “Welcome cats of the enslaved!” A large cat, most likely form the elite warriors, stood at the base of the tree, on a big root. No cat responded, in fact some even snarled at this powerful cat. “Now, many young apprentices have ben evaluated today. And we just want to say, all of you have done great. Even if you are not chosen to be a selected, you might still ahem a chance at becoming an elite. Each head elite with announce the elected from each sector. I will start with the selected from the warriors sector.” The large cat begun to name names Sandpaw had never heard of before. Each apprentice went up to the great tree and gathered there to be taken to ShadowClan in the morning. Sandpaw took her seat next to Sand and eagerly awaited Shadowclaw’s announcement. The elite warrior said the hunters will be selected fourth out of the six sectors. After the Warriors Sector came the Rangers Sector. The Rangers were the patrol cats and patrolled all of the enslave and directly worked for the Monarchy. Six rangers were chosen, none of which sandpaw ever heard of. All of the cats looked the same from the Rangers, dark grey pelts with black tabby stripes. Sandpaw had heard that if you didn’t have these exact markings, you were thrown out of the Sector and were banished to survive alone in the desert. Next came the healers sector. Some names sounded familiar to Sandpaw, but strangely Sandpaw hadn’t seen Fawnpaw among the gathered yet. “The next selected is Fawnpaw!” A nice looking she-cat announced. Sandpaw gasped and so did Snake. How could she not have told me she was being evaluated! Sandpaw felt very betrayed by her friend. But then again, I didn’t tell her either. Sandpaw immediately felt bad for jumping to conclusions. Her friend padded shyly up and sat with her healer friends. Fawnpaw had switched sectors with her mother when she was very young but seemed to like healing more than hunting. Sandpaw didn’t understand her friends choice, but she respected it and they tried their best to stay friends. After all, the healers sector wasn’t very far away so Fawnpaw visited often. “Next we will have Shadowclaw announcing the six selected from the Hunter’s Sector.” Sandpaw drew in a sharp breath. Shadowclaw proudly waltzed up to the big root and sat down daintily. “First we have Ivypaw!” Sandpaw yowled for her fellow apprentice who she barely knew. “Next we have Rootpaw and Grazepaw!” This time Sandpaw didn’t yowl. These cats were the ones who were staring at her the other day. Only three more! I better be one of them! “Joining us up here will be, Duskpaw and Hailpaw!” Duskpaw over me! Sandpaw thought, dismayed. “And the final hunters selected tonight will be…” Shadowclaw was pausing for dramatic effect. Not funny! Hours seemed to clock by as Shadowclaw tried to be dramatic. Sandpaw’s heart skipped a beat when he took in a breath. “Sandpaw!” ~End of Episode 3~
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