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Night 41: M51-60 Hallway

Recluse had used his uneventful dinner as time to hammer out and sharpen a new blade for Scourge, and do maintenance on the rest of his own weapons, then changing into his black Arachnos officer's uniform, ready for the night. Then, it had simply been a matter of waiting, impatiently as always, for the doors to unlock.

At least that pompous fool didn't lecture them all that long-windedly tonight. He slipped out into the hallway as soon as his door was unlocked, red eyes glowing dimly in the pitch black corridor.

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Scourge followed him down the hallway, practically hiding behind his massive body and watching their backs for monsters. While his Decepticon sensibilities would never let him admit it, he just wanted some company to distract him from his pain and terror.

"I looked for the ones with the biggest numbers. And there's acids too, those are good for...acid stuff."

"Indeed." Recluse looked over the labels, taking stock of what he had. Perchloric acid was useful, so was the hydrogen peroxide, acetic acid was... potentially useful, so was the ethanol, formaldehyde and most of the rest, but the glycerin was... He could guess what train of thought had added that into the selection.

"I'll have uses for many of these." He'd hide the bottles after night ended. He could do it efficiently, and he didn't want anyone to know where he kept the materials he used in his line of work.

Scourge took a seat on the opposite side of the bed, craning his neck around to look at his back again. He couldn't tell what specifically had happened, especially with being barely able to turn his neck all the way around without pain, but at least they weren't contaminated by spider gunk.

"You gonna make explosives out of them?" he asked, taking a look over his other shoulder now.

"Some of them. Others can be used to kill in more terrifying ways." Now that he remembered how to synthesize acrolein from the glycerin, it wasn't seeming so useless after all... "Chemical weapons are absolutely illegal and immoral, but those factors aren't of any concern."

"Not like any of us listen to the laws here anyway." Scourge watched the mysterious glass jugs and plastic bottles thoughtfully, wondering what mystical human-killing powers they held. He'd been careful not to let a single drop spill on his vulnerable fleshy hands, just in case. "You mean like cosmic rust, but for humans?"

"I mean causing blindness, burns on the skin and internal tissue, internal bleeding, and the lungs swelling or filling with fluid or both, among other common effects." He'd seen enough of it to know its effectiveness, both in WWI and afterward.

...aagh!

Scourge looked horrified, withdrawing from the chemicals with an expression of utter disgust. "You can do that?" he asked in a hushed, aghast voice. His hand came up to cover his chest and stomach. "Just with chemicals?"

Suddenly his wounds seemed minor, compared to the image of his lungs bursting or losing his sight. The tracker had pictured his body falling victim to outside harm, but his internal workings breaking down and betraying him without any way of opening his body and repairing it was...well, if the idiot was still here, he'd have given him another way of knowing whether you were about to purge.

Well, that reaction was certainly entertaining. "Yes, I can. Be thankful that few others here seem to know how to produce these weapons." Marcus knew how they were made, but he would never make something so useful.

Recluse set down his weapons on his desk, taking out his journal and beginning to write out coded plans for the use of the chemicals. He didn't even try to write up a schedule. It would most assuredly be altered by unforeseen events.

Wow, was Scourge glad he was on Lord Recluse's good side. His other arm wrapped around his chest and he was obviously trying to look less nervous than he was. Out of perverse curiosity, he asked, "So how do you get it into a human? Do they drink it or do you just splatter it on them?".

Maybe they could infect Starscream, at the very least. But would it affect him? "Are they contagious?" the tracker added in.

"Mostly by inhalation, but skin contact can also be a vector. Ingestion is most immediately fatal. And no, they aren't." One of the factors that made it a controllable, easy alternative to the biological agents that Arachnos labs were constantly working on.

"Huh." Scourge stared down at his fingers again, looking them over for spots or rust (rot?) just in case he actually had made some minuscule contact with the chemicals. They were safe unmixed, they had to be, right?

Oh frag. That smell. The stuff from upstairs. "And sulfur?" he asked, trying to play it coy and casual. "That doesn't do anything to humans, right?"

"You would feel eye irritation first before reaching any damaging threshold. You haven't been dosed with hydrogen sulfide," Recluse responded in an almost complete deadpan. That was only deadly past a threshold that also eliminated most sense of the actual danger, leading to a rather interesting series of events where those exposed didn't realize there was any problem beyond eye damage. Then they collapsed, leading either to pulmonary edema or fairly immediate death with loss of breathing.

But Scourge didn't need to know that.

"Oh, okay. That's good. It was just sulfur, not hydrogen sulfide, not a big deal." Scourge waited until Lord Recluse was looking away before rubbing at his eyes. Those were fine, so he had to be fine.

It didn't stop him fretting, though. He had no idea human bodies were so vulnerable to everyday substances like gasoline and nitric acid.

"The most common gaseous form of sulfur is hydrogen sulfide." Apparently, the Lord of the Rogue Isles was spending his spare time as a chemistry textbook. It was slightly irritating, but there was little reason not to tell Scourge the things that wouldn't send him into a panic attack.

"Oh. Of course." He knew that.

Scourge yawned widely, still playing with his fingertips. "So you're going to make weapons against the monsters, right? What if they don't act like humans? I stabbed the spider so many times it should have just deflated and it was still walking around."

"The chemical weapons will be used when appropriate. I have enemies beyond the monsters here. The more conventional weapons will be the ones mostly used against the monsters. And spiders are quite resilient, so that is not surprising." He just wished that Landel hadn't destroyed all of their effectiveness as predators. A spider large enough to leave gashes like that in Scourge's back should have been able to kill him quickly.

"No kidding, I think Devastator goes down easier than those things." Scourge touched his shoulder, right above one of the spider-inflicted gashes, and cringed. "Tyki said they can smell blood, too. They better not have followed me down here."

Although if they did, behind Lord Recluse is as good a place as any to hide. Especially with all the lung destroying chemicals--did spiders have lungs? Where would they put them?

"They normally wouldn't bother. Most are better off finding other prey than creatures with a calcium-based endoskeleton, like humans." Or rather mice, in most cases beyond genetic experiments. "It's not healthy for them." They would still go after mammals, anyway. "And I would have noticed if we were being followed by spiders."

Scourge interlaced his fingers. "Lord Recluse, no offense, but I didn't hear it coming myself and I was looking for it." But that did put him a bit more at ease. Maybe the spider had just been startled while trying to prey on whatever growling things law on the other side of the animal testing door.

"And I've been in control of an organization with an extreme tendency to pattern everything after spiders for the past 80 years. Giant attack spiders have been par for the course for most of that time." Mostly cyborgs, but there had been many experiments in the past.

"Oh. I guess that makes sense?" Scourge said, in the manner of someone desperately trying to pretend they knew what the other person was talking about.

Why spiders, Scourge wondered. They were tiny--usually--and even as monsters they weren't the worst things Scourge had run into. Why not dinosaurs, or cats, or giant purple griffins? Giant purple griffins had an air of dignity to them.

"So you can order them around, right?"

"It does when giant spider droids begin laying waste to cities. And I can't control the ones here. But it's easy for me to predict their movements and kill them." Because nothing that stood against him was going to survive, regardless of how much sympathy he might have for it. Even in the case of spiders, it was fairly minimal. They were used as guards by an enemy. They would die.

"Giant spider droids, huh? Galvatron would probably like that idea." Scourge gropes at the air under his far-inferior beard, pondering the image. Clawing the backs of Autobots and biting their heads off with etymologically-inaccurate pincers? Now that sounded like a good plan!

"Complete with the ability to release the psychic equivalent of a thermonuclear explosive, killing anything within the blast radius and leaving infrastructure intact." The Jade Spider had been a wonderful experiment. It was a shame that it had run up against what could only be described as deus ex machina.

"We've already got one of those, it's stuck to Galvatron's arm." The tracker grinned and tapped his right forearm, indicating the position of the cannon. Infrastructure wasn't such a big deal, as long as people died.

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