Jun 12
decided to play around with an alternate ivan design again, this isn't canon but it's fun to have.
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decided to play around with an alternate ivan design again, this isn't canon but it's fun to have.
Reference: the Cabin Fever students.
Credit goes to rat_with_revolver on Reddit.
I'm making these redesigns canon to POTM, as I think it makes these particular classmates of Uzi stand out a little more.
so as it turns out. these ocs have voice claims. and with one finally discovered properly, here's a set of oc voice claims!
ivan, cc, cel, seb, and damien! voice sources below.
dont mind me. silly thing wouldn't leave my brain
guess what. new md oc time. it's not canon art but it's art!!
Hey Guys! juuuust Realized something here. You guys are still holed up in that ballroom with the karaoke machine while Uzi and N are going after that Old murder drone right? Well, i may be a guy who watches too many old Earth movies, buuuuuuut it may just be the whole "meta guy" schtick i've gotten saddled with but the song "Ballroom Blitz" by the band "Sweet" isn't on the track list right? cuz if someone starts singing it, that fight is Definately gonna breach that room you're all in. -Swerve
Ballroom, Cabin Fever Resort bunker
Braiden: “Let me get this straight. You chose this place for the trip, because whatsherface is looking into her family history!?”
Heatwave: *bluntly* “And we wanted to figure out what’s wrong with Lizzy and Ms. Rasputin. Kind of important if we don’t want Prom to happen again.”
Damien: “This is bullshit. Why drag the rest of us along on this venture? We have better things to do!”
Trailbreaker: “If it weren’t for Lizzy’s hand in Prom, you guys would’ve won the blog contest. My students didn’t think it was really fair to leave you guys out. Also, Mr. Vernon told me you guys needed to see the world outside the outpost now that our home isn’t under siege…” *under his breath* “for now…”
Jazz: “Though to be fair, we didn’t think his [Treavor’s] daughter would hitch a ride despite needing to serve jail time. An’ we don’t need to speak for the storm outside.”
Lizzy: “Hey, I was, like, dying of boredom in that cell.”
Chad: “Shut up, you murderer! Get lost!”
Whirl: “Hey, she’s still your classmate! Wasn’t she–”
Damien: “Uh, does it look like we care? She’s acted like a b**ch since we started high school. I don’t know about everyone else, I only tolerated Lizzy’s antics and bullying because our teacher was her old man, and Doll would have kicked our aftshafts with or without her witchcraft!” *beat* “Except for the emo, she’s just weird.”
…
Chase: *in his usual blunt, to-the-point manner of speaking* “I will ignore that last detail for this conversation. However, I must ask what this accusation of bullying entails, exactly.”
Braiden: “Try burning rare memorabilia from the surface for starters. Or spreading libel online about Rachel.”
Emily: “Or trapping me in my locker! Several times!!!”
*Concerned, Trailbreaker looked towards the pink-eyed drone’s father.*
Trailbreaker: “Treavor, do you know anything about that?”
*Treavor, for his part, is lighting a cigarette in the corner of the ballroom without a care about his daughter’s antics. Or for the explanation his colleague and his students had just provided for the whole field trip, for that matter. He remains silent, apathetic.
*As this was happening, Lizzy was watching, her face emotionless, but her processor was starting to freak out. A few sweatdrops were starting to appear on her visor, something V, who had been tasked with making sure the cheerleader didn’t do anything funny, noticed.*
Cliff: *surprised* “So you’re saying that you don’t like her either?”
Thad: *a little sheepish* “Um, we never really did. We kind of just ignored what Lizzy did and minded our own business for the most part. Until… you know.”
Cliff: … *happily* “Well, why didn’t you say so!?”
Hot Rod: *somewhat skeptical* “Alright, so we all hate Lizzy. What are you going to do once we get home, though? Are you just going to pretend she doesn’t exist, or…?”
Rebecca: “Nah, I’d rather she rot in that cell of hers. ‘Cause frankly, her weird vampire powers are gonna cause problems if she’s let out.”
Lizzy: “AHEM.”
*The blue-haired cheerleader turns around to see Lizzy standing right next to her, arms crossed, with her visor reading [[I’M RIGHT HERE]]*
Rebecca: *otherwise unfazed* “You heard me, bitch.”
Lizzy: *eyelights return, with an annoyed expression and ‘bulging vein’ symbol in the corner* “Do you want me to maul you? Because you’re, like, really pushing it with what you’re saying.” *to the others* “Same with the rest of you losers.”
Rebecca: “If you did, that diva of a genocide bot–” *gestures to V* “–would kill you in a heartbeat.”
V: *unamused* “Don’t patronize me.”
???: “Uh, guys?”
*The students turn to see Bumblebee leaning in through the main doorway into/out of the ballroom.*
Bee: “Am I interrupting something?”
Hot Rod: *briefly glancing towards the WD students* [[We’ll continue this later.]] *to Bee* “Nope! Just got done explaining why we’re really here.”
Heatwave: *groaning* “Please tell me you’ve got that rogue murder bot far away from here.”
Bee: “Uh, we’ve got her pinned to a wall.”
*stunned_silence.mp3*
Boulder: “Does this place have a construction magnet like back home?”
Bee: “We used ninja stars, actually. A lot of them. You can thank N.” *to Hot Rod, in a lower voice* “Can we please trade places now? J’s looking through the other files in that room, and that disassembler is… a little weird.”
Hot Rod: “Eh, sure, how bad could it be?”
Bee: *bluntly* “She claims she used to be human.”
…
Hot Rod: *in disbelief* “…what.”
Bee: “I’m serious. She claims she used to be human, like all those dead folks that were in here… that you’ve cleared out… might explain why she’s laughing a lot.”
Chase: “May I request to join you?”
Hot Rod: “Please. I think you know how to interrogate maniacs, considering you’re going into the Elite Guard, but I know that I can’t do that for the life of me.”
*Chase and Hot Rod leave, as the yellow, undersized Heavy Drone looks at everyone else (including the comatose Orion Pax)*
Bee: “So, uh, I heard you’ve found a karaoke machine…”
A/N: Sorry for the lack of an awesome fight scene. I’ve just started my summer job, and I couldn’t find the energy to write about the confrontation between Uzi and the unknown murder drone.
Although, if you’ve been paying attention, you may have already figured out their identity…
The Way There (part 1)
(Between the first and second doors, on level 1)
*Things are unusually busy today at the front entrance of Outpost 3. There is a large, heavy drone-sized bus in the middle of the room, where the soldiers of the WDF would usually be playing cards diligently protecting the outpost. Instead, they were helping the students of Class H1A make a final rundown of the laundry list of activities they’d be bringing.*
Tug of war rope?
Check.
Hockey equipment?
Check.
Cube of energon for playing cube?
Check.
Soccer ball?
Check.
Trouble?
Check.
Twister?
Check.
Chess set, MD size?
Check.
Chess set, WD size?
Check.
First aid kit, in case something went horribly, horribly wrong?
Chase: “Check.”
Boulder: “Bobsled?”
*The Elite Guardsman in training glanced at the red and yellow bobsled Bumblebee and Huffer were hooking up to the back of the bus.*
Chase: “Check.”
Sideswipe: *from offscreen* “PLEASE DON’T SCRATCH IT!!!”
Boulder: “I think that’s everything.”
*With that, they begin shutting the doors to the luggage compartments. As they do, the rest of their class assembles nearby.*
Trailbreaker: “Remember kids, keep your heads, hands, and legs in the vehicle at all times. And no killing. I’m looking at you, V.”
*Door #2 opens, with Mr. Vernon and his class entering the room…
*Well, part of his class.*
Trailbreaker: “Ey, Treavor! I can see… I thought your class was bigger.”
Treavor: “Some dead, Lizzy’s serving time in the brig.”
Braidon: “Uh, teacher, what’s even the purpose of this field trip?”
Treavor: “Yeah, Bumblebee and Uzi’s idea. Ask them.”
Braidon: *scoffs* “The dwarf of a heavy drone? And who’s the other guy? Never heard of ‘em.”
Uzi: *peeved* “I’ve sat next to you nitwits for years!”
*The rest of her class, sans Thad, ignores her.*
Bee: “Well, arguably you guys would’ve won your online popularity contest—”
Rebecca: “We did.”
Bee: “—so we thought it’d be fair if we brought your class with us! … But, uh, where are the rest of you? I swore there were more of you guys even after… you know…”
Braidon: “Teach is mad at their test scores.”
Treavor: *apathetic as ever* “No monthly paycheck, no learning.”
Riley: “So we’re supposed to go… wherever, unsupervised!?”
*At that moment, Door #2 opens again, this time revealing Orion Pax with Jazz, the former carrying a black briefcase.*
Jazz: “I’m tellin’ ya, Orion, I don’t have time to babysit a bunch of kids right now!”
Orion: “Teenagers, Jazz. I’m sure they mostly know how to behave themselves.” *notices everyone’s already there.* “Besides, you’re one of only two people here who knows how to troubleshoot a bus’ autopilot.”
Damien: “The Archivist and the DJ? Ok, I can already tell this is gonna suck balls.”
Whirl: “Oh it’ll be worth it, trust us.”
Jazz: *notices the disassembly trio, specifically V* “Weren’t ya shot up with incendiary rounds?”
V: *picking between her teeth with her blade hands, speaking dismissively* “Yeah, and I lived, bitch.”
Orion: “Ahem.” *gets the students’ attention* “I’m certain your teachers have already outlined our expectations for you kids, but I cannot emphasize this enough: stay close to an adult. We’re going into… well not exactly uncharted territory, but territory that’s not traversed very often. And that means potential dangers that the survey corps may not have found when they came by 25 years ago. So while the goal is to have fun at the resort, be a little weary in case something unexpected happens, and remain close to me, Trailbreaker, Mr. Vernon, or Jazz at all times.”
Rebecca: *sarcastically, rolls eyelights* “Sure thing, dad.”
*The red and blue Heavy Drone ignores the cheerleader’s comment as he re-opens one of the bus’ luggage hatches, puts in the briefcase, and closes it again as Trailbreaker does roll call.
*Within minutes, everyone was aboard the yellow bus. Due to their size, the Heavy Drones sit on the side of the seats closer to the windows, and help the Worker Drones up beside them. The disassembly trio get a seat to themselves in the very back.*
Uzi: “Wait, who’s driving…?”
Trailbreaker: “Nobody! This bus is guided by local maps, whatever’s left of the GPS system, and what little good code was in Tesla’s self-driving experiments! Now let me enter our destination.” *gets up and leans over a console in the middle of the dashboard, and begins typing* “Cabin… fever… resort…”
Emily: “Uh, do you know how to drive in case something… happens to the autopilot?”
Treavor: “As far as I’m aware, that’s why Jazz is here. Tried talking Soundwave into this job, but apparently he’s busy with something else.”
Thad: “Aw, that would’ve been so rad.”
Jazz: “An’ that’s why I can’t release my next ED for another week…” *to Treavor, Orion* “I really hope this is worth it, otherwise I’m filing a complaint to the Council for— SWEET MOZART!!!”
*As he says this, Trailbreaker finishes entering the destination into the console, hitting the enter button. Almost immediately, everyone inside can hear the engine start…
*…And immediately the bus accelerates, prompting Jazz’s outburst, panicking the students, and nearly throwing the black Heavy Drone teacher to the floor due to inertia. Fortunately, everyone else was already seated as the bus (and the bobsled behind it) went pedal to the metal on the icy landscape.”
Most of the students: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Sam: *high on magnets, at the same time* “Wheeeeeeeeee!”
Chase: *also at the same time, to his classmates in a monotone voice* “Remain calm. Remain calm. Remain calm.”
Treavor: *still as apathetic as ever* “Jazz, could you please refrain from recklessly driving?”
Jazz: “I ain’t doing this! My hands are here–” *puts his hands in the air so Mr. Vernon can see them* “–and my feet ain’t touching the pedals! This thing’s drivin’ on its own!”
Orion: *leaning over the divider behind Jazz* “Can’t you adjust the settings!?”
Jazz: “Not while we’re moving! I need to keep my eyes on the road in case there’s any obstacles to avoid!”
Treavor: “Then make sure we don’t crash. … and isn’t the resort to the east?”
“You are on the fastest available route to: Cabin Fever Resort Park. Estimated travel time: 2 hours, 38 minutes.”
Trailbreaker: “Kids, buckle your seatbelts! It appears we’re gonna have a real bumpy ride…”