He didn't even have time to actually see what the full override code contained; at the most he got a quick line about "assassination in hostile territory under restraint". That was one override. And a very specific one at that. What was the whole shell program capable of, anyway?
He. was. not. going to allow this to happen again. Megatron swayed on his feet, and then crashed to his knees, one hand against the floor clawing at it, the other gripping his helm.
Run: sub-routine six-c-omega?
Y/N
He tried to deny it, but the dormant shell program - how he'd even forgotten about it, he wasn't sure, but that, of course, only proved just how good of a shell it was - flashed into active duty again and overrode any attempts to stop the sub-routine from activating.
His HUD flashed once, an unpleasant near-white pinkish-purple colour, and then he was... almost alone in his processor again. Getting to his feet, he was only aware of breaking off a good chunk of a part of the crystal partition when he caught the calculations for making it as pointy as possible and how it could be used in the most practical way.
It wasn't as if the idea of killing the Prime hadn't been a thought. But it had been a thought, and he hadn't planned on doing it, yet or at all, undecided. Now..? Now there seemed to be no choice and he refused that.
Slamming himself against the wall he jammed the now-suddenly pointed end of the crystal in his own right hand, clean through the back and into the palm, but lines of codes flared up and simply made his left the dominant.
Then the door slid open and he was glaring into the room at large, a glance thrown towards the balcony, but the thought didn't even form before it was ruthlessly shut down. Somewhere, the new restraining programming was booting up in response to the very much hostile intent, but it was sluggish and not even a twinge along his circuits yet.
"Move."
Who he was talking to, and what he actually meant, he wasn't sure.
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lol, no need we know it was happening~ XD
Date: 2012-04-07 10:48 am (UTC)... going dormant...
Initiating override alpha three...
He didn't even have time to actually see what the full override code contained; at the most he got a quick line about "assassination in hostile territory under restraint". That was one override. And a very specific one at that. What was the whole shell program capable of, anyway?
He. was. not. going to allow this to happen again. Megatron swayed on his feet, and then crashed to his knees, one hand against the floor clawing at it, the other gripping his helm.
Run: sub-routine six-c-omega?
Y/N
He tried to deny it, but the dormant shell program - how he'd even forgotten about it, he wasn't sure, but that, of course, only proved just how good of a shell it was - flashed into active duty again and overrode any attempts to stop the sub-routine from activating.
Sub-routine six-c-omega; active.
Target: Optimus Prime.
Ghost-shell1b.exe deactivating.
His HUD flashed once, an unpleasant near-white pinkish-purple colour, and then he was... almost alone in his processor again. Getting to his feet, he was only aware of breaking off a good chunk of a part of the crystal partition when he caught the calculations for making it as pointy as possible and how it could be used in the most practical way.
It wasn't as if the idea of killing the Prime hadn't been a thought. But it had been a thought, and he hadn't planned on doing it, yet or at all, undecided. Now..? Now there seemed to be no choice and he refused that.
Slamming himself against the wall he jammed the now-suddenly pointed end of the crystal in his own right hand, clean through the back and into the palm, but lines of codes flared up and simply made his left the dominant.
Then the door slid open and he was glaring into the room at large, a glance thrown towards the balcony, but the thought didn't even form before it was ruthlessly shut down. Somewhere, the new restraining programming was booting up in response to the very much hostile intent, but it was sluggish and not even a twinge along his circuits yet.
"Move."
Who he was talking to, and what he actually meant, he wasn't sure.