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As she stepped into the training room Ulyana turned her glowing green optics up to watch the motorcycle flying around the ceiling for a moment before calling out over the roar of the engine. [color=cceecc]"I could've helped you with that, if you'd asked."[/color] She yelled, one hand held beside the speaker port which served for her mouth. To emphasise her point Ulyana quickly morphed her other arm into a selection of power tools, quickly switching between different configurations available in her impressive arsenal.

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In the workshop, a couple of floors down, Meltdown was in the process of completing yet another analysis of his silver skin, the same substance which held Ulyana's mechanical body together. Holding out a petri dish he willed a small portion out into the glass container before waving a finger at it commandingly. [color=999999]"[b]Stay![/b]"[/color] He chuckled, watching the small blob form into a worm-like shape and reach up towards him.

One of the things he had discovered in his testing was that any portion of his skin which broke away seemed to have the urgent instinct to reform with him again, moving under its own power to get back to the central mass. For a moment Meltdown wondered whether this explained the connection he felt with Hardline, whether it was just a chemical reaction shared between his skin and her blood.

Pushing the matter to one side Meltdown slid the test sample into the reaction chamber and reached for the dictaphone he'd left on the worktop nearby. [color=999999]"[b]Experiment number...[/b]"[/color] Quickly running his finger down the chart in front of him Meltdown checked which test he'd gotten upto. [color=999999][i]Dear Lord, that many...[/i] "[b]...number 14,326. Today I'll be exposing the sample with high-intensity gamma radiation to test its resistance to energy bombardment.[/b]"[/color]

Moving over to the control computer Meltdown quickly typed in the test settings and tapped the button to start the procedure, turning to look into the reaction chamber to see the results for himself. A moment later he was collapsing onto the floor, clutching at his head as a sharp jolt of pain shot through it. Gritting his teeth against the agony the scientist groped up at the computer, quickly slamming his hand down on the emergency cut out before laying back on the floor for a few moments to recover.

Finally reaching up he took hold of the dictaphone again, and with panting breaths said, [color=999999]"[b]Test results; extremely negative. Sample did not enjoy the exposure at all, and made sure I knew it.[/b]"[/color]

Lifting himself back up onto his feet the silver-skinned Samoan moved over to the reaction chamber, pulling the door open and reaching his arm inside. The background radiation was still too high for a normal human, but Meltdown had already discovered his own resistance to low-level radiation was much higher than any 'normal' human. With a small smile he watched as the test sample leapt from the dish and melted back into the rest of the silver mass covering his hand, sending a small ripple through the surface of his skin as it blended with his body once more.

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Screaming out in pain Hardline grasped at the mass of electronic which was currently serving as her head. [color=cceecc]"Окончание на мои сиськи и брызги его по всей моем лице!"[/color] She cried out, as her body began to break apart as her binding blood went haywire, the various tools and pieces of equipment currently making up her physical form falling onto the training room floor.

A moment later the pain was gone and Hardline could feel her blood coming back under her control again. Bending over she let the silver fluid drip down over the components which had broken away and quickly reabsorbed them back into her chassis once more, before looking up at Bud bashfully. [color=cceecc]"I'm sorry you had to hear that, I did not mean to lose control of myself in such a way."[/color]