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[eugenesis]

"This is Scorponok. Leave a message, as I am busy at the moment. If you want to see the infant, send me a text before you enter. Don't you dare knock and wake her up."

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[loyaltyandhonor]

[A short while after the appliance incident, Scorponok will find an unassuming box placed on the work bench of his lab. Attached is a note written in large, slanted letters, unsigned.

"A Test of Skill"

Open the box?]

[eugenesis]

[Scorponok, if he were a smart person, would be suspicious of this mysterious box. Alas, he does not think before he acts and falls for the trap.

Why not open the box right here? It will be a nice way to wind down after reversing the effects of his experiment!]

Space TSA would be so disappointed

[loyaltyandhonor]

[The moment the lid is lifted, a high pitched beeping fills the room. Inside is a variant on one of Dreadwing's signature explosives, the bright red timer ticking down– 3 minutes. Generously, Dreadwing had already removed the outer casing, so the internal electronics were clearly visible and easily accessible.

All Scorponok had to do was successfully navigate the puzzle of dummy-leads and trip-wires. The longer he took, the more frantic the beeping became.]

[eugenesis]

[He was only complementing Dreadwing's skill! Not his own! He's a techno-geneticist! Why does he had to do the work of a technician??

He works at a steady pace, careful to check each wire before moving it around, but the time limit and the incessant beeping has his mind blank at moments, where he freezes up and realizes that failure is ever closer.

One minute left. He forgot which wire goes where.

Thirty seconds left. The bomb is screaming at him. He was tricked by a dummy-lead.]

[loyaltyandhonor]

[The explosive blast is loud, shaking the table beneath, but there was surprisingly little force. A huge, dense cloud of smoke tinged with various colors filled the space, glittering with flecks of metal. There had been quite a lot of supplies left over from the air show pyrotechnics.

The smokescreen settled into a light coating of powder around the room, drifting across the surfaces and Scorpornok himself. Within minutes a call came through on his comm, signaled by the timer.]

It is unfortunate that you were not able to pass this small test, Scorponok. Given your recent scientific endeavors, I expected this would pose little challenge to you.

[eugenesis]

[Thankfully, this isn't Minimus's room, and Scorponok won't have a Spark attack at all of the dust covering his furniture. Unfortunately, this still has to be cleaned.

He picks up the comm after he coughs out some of the power that got into his intake.] If I have my tools, yes.

[He won't admit that he sucks at this.]