"How many attempts?" Ratbat, turning away from Cliffjumper at the moment, stared idly at where Optimus was slumped, drawing Cliffjumper's attention over there, frowning.
Had they really not restrained the large Escort at all? Except for the null-ray blasts, which, sooner or later, would fade away?
"While I do believe I have enough time, this is an investment as well as neutralizing an information-leak. I'd like to know the scope until I can get returns." Ratbat looked briefly over to the femme hacker before he wandered over to Optimus, kneeling down by the large mech and, almost dismissively, ran a few fingers down angles and edges.
"Over three, at least. As I said, nice protections. Heavy-duty. So, at least three sessions of around a joor each, but that includes getting your info erased as well as the reprogramming." The femme shrugged, turning thoughtful optics at the minibot, who was staring at Rabat with fury.
Anyone who knew him, however, would recognize the building fear.
"Reprogramming what?!"
Ratbat tilted his helm, smirking, and grabbed Optimus' chin, tilting his helm up in emphasis.
"When she's through with you, not even as Escort would be able to compete." There was a pause as Ratbat's gaze focused on Optimus again, while Cliffjumper's vocals glitched out. A purple finger trailed down an audiual fin.
"As for you, I might have one or two who would be interested in the same thing. Perhaps you should have taken that offer, hmm? Of course, this is a lot more... efficient, for me."
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Date: 2011-11-22 09:28 pm (UTC)Had they really not restrained the large Escort at all? Except for the null-ray blasts, which, sooner or later, would fade away?
"While I do believe I have enough time, this is an investment as well as neutralizing an information-leak. I'd like to know the scope until I can get returns." Ratbat looked briefly over to the femme hacker before he wandered over to Optimus, kneeling down by the large mech and, almost dismissively, ran a few fingers down angles and edges.
"Over three, at least. As I said, nice protections. Heavy-duty. So, at least three sessions of around a joor each, but that includes getting your info erased as well as the reprogramming." The femme shrugged, turning thoughtful optics at the minibot, who was staring at Rabat with fury.
Anyone who knew him, however, would recognize the building fear.
"Reprogramming what?!"
Ratbat tilted his helm, smirking, and grabbed Optimus' chin, tilting his helm up in emphasis.
"When she's through with you, not even as Escort would be able to compete." There was a pause as Ratbat's gaze focused on Optimus again, while Cliffjumper's vocals glitched out. A purple finger trailed down an audiual fin.
"As for you, I might have one or two who would be interested in the same thing. Perhaps you should have taken that offer, hmm? Of course, this is a lot more... efficient, for me."